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SEXUAL HISTORY
1. Alyosha
On the eighth day of the hike, I realized that I couldn’t go any further. Nes-
Despite all the worries of the guys in the group, the flu was doing its dirty work,
the skis seemed heavy, the heat burned me, the temperature was
this day 38-39. I was falling further and further behind, and the party of geologists, with
the second, having finished the field season late in the fall, returned to
village to the base and couldn’t wait. The roads got worse and worse
the snow cover was very deep, the horses fell through their bellies
into the snow, carrying packs with samples and our things. All-terrain tractor,
mechanic-driver of which I was part-time, at the same time
performed other mechanical duties, remained in charge
preserved until spring at the field base. Carry me in your arms
there was no one, everyone was already overworked beyond the norm, so on
At the nearest halt, advice was given on what to do with me. The station is not
objected to accepting the patient for a few days, in addition, after
a helicopter with supplies was supposed to fly to them in a few days,
which made my further journey to the base much easier.
Knowing that on virgin soil 15 km there and back will be taken away from the accompanying
giving all day, I resolutely refused them, stood upto ski,
threw a backpack with the minimum necessary on his back and moved towards
path under the dubious glances of friends who, already standing on
skiing, shouted to me that by the evening they would contact the weather station and
They know how I got there.
To tell the truth, I felt bad: my head hurt,
my eyes were watering, I forced my weakened legs to move.
gi. It was noon, and I hoped to get to the station before dark.
After checking the map and compass, I walked to the distant peak
hill, behind which a small river should flow, and then
there is a small forest, and behind the forest, about one and a half kilometers away, there is a station.
I probably don’t need to tell you how I got to the river:
Everyone has had the flu and knows how much you want in such a state.
lie down, warm up and don’t move anywhere. I wanted to lie down in the snow,
forget everything and sleep. And only thoughts about friends, about their experiences
rumors about my health made me get up after another
rest and move on. Here is the river at last: I didn’t move out,
and slid off the cliff into the fluffy snow, spent a long time searching for the ski that had slipped off,
and then he dragged himself through the deep snow towards the forest. The trouble is
comes out unexpectedly. There were 10 meters left to the forest when it snowed
The donkey sank under me, and I found myself waist-deep in water. Under the snow there was
lyny, and I managed to fall into it. Dive into the water and leave
Naturally, I didn’t want to tag my skis.
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Breathing the air and feeling that the first time was enough, I believed
rushed into the house. It consisted of three rooms and a small kitchen. In one
one room accommodated me, the other, obviously, accommodated the staff
, and the largest was the hardware room. There was a radio station there, sa-
scribblers and some other instruments that are little understood to me. Type of radio
The dance immediately reminded me of my party.
“Girls,” I called. A tall blonde came out of the room,
dressed in a light gray jersey suit that highlights
the shaft of her superbly developed forms.
"Please tell me where I can see the station master,
and do you know whether a radiogram was sent to him to the party that I
did you get there safely?" The blonde smiled and said that
The radiogram was transmitted, and the station chief Natalya Vasilievna
I see Kuznetsova in front of me.
“And this,” she pointed to the girl standing in the doorway, “is my first
and the only deputy is Liya Vladimirovna Volina. And about you
we already know: you are a mechanical engineer of the geological expedition Snezhin
Alexey. . . “she hesitated for a moment, “Ivanovich,” prompted
hall I.
2. Natasha.
Leah and I have been friends since childhood. Lived in the same house, studied
at one institute, until the 4th year they were inseparable: together for lectures
tions, together at dances, togetherwere preparing for exams. At the end
4th year I married a graduate student Volodya, who taught for us
practical exercises. After that we began to meet less often: I
was busy setting up her home nest, learning the basics
family life, enjoyed new sensations for me and
feeling of physical intimacy with a man. I loved Volodya, we
were young and healthy, and after a short period of
awakenings and feelings (before marriage I was a girl), selflessly
I surrendered to the awakened passion in me for love pleasures. Volodya
was more experienced than me, although he never told me, I guess
I was sure that he had women before me. But the past doesn't make me
I was worried: I was enjoying the present. Before marriage I was in ab-
total ignorance regarding the intimate side of family life.
That is, I theoretically knew what was happening between husband and wife
in bed, and sometimes girlfriends told stories for the sake of boasting
individual episodes of my adventures, but I didn’t believe them, I thought
that they are deliberately making up things to embellish the factual
knowledge of sexual relations. I played a lot of sports, I was always in
denser than girlfriends and friends, and felt the demands of gender weakly.
Only in the last six months before marriage, when my relationship
Volodya and I moved from kissing to more intimate caresses at night
I felt longing and mentally tried to imagine
how is it allwill. At one time I was tormented by the question of how I would
call yours. . . and him. . . and what words will he tell me about
your desire to spank me.
In reality, everything turned out to be simpler, and words to denote
our actions were not required. Feeling of keen curiosity
after the first time it was replaced by a feeling of slight disappointment. to me
it was a little painful, embarrassing, and everything happened so quickly that
I didn’t even have time to fully feel what it was. When Volodya felt
there is blood on my fingers, he kissed me, said all sorts of stupid things
words, but from attempts to exercise their conjugal rights in
that night he wisely refused.
I didn't feel much pleasure for 3-4 weeks.
simply believing that this is how it should be. I was setting up my family nest
, was shopping, proud of her status as a married woman
among her fellow students and was generally happy with her family life.
But gradually I began to enjoy visiting my “friend”
hom" "my house". "Friend of the house" - that's what we started calling him
MEMBER, although for the thrill of sensations they called a spade a spade,
but that came later, and Volodya taught me almost all the words.
He liked it when I directly asked for what I wanted.
At first I just lay under Volodya, but gradually, with his help,
She also mastered other poses with power. I especially liked lying asleep
noah on the high cushion of the sofa: Volodya stood on the floor and held me
forlegs, giving them different positions. At some moments
I felt a little pain from his head plunging deeply
MEMBER, but it was a sweet pain, and I endured, sometimes even
I definitely did this to feel it.
True, I did not understand some of Volodya’s wishes at that time and avoided
I was so embarrassed by them, I was embarrassed to do this in the light, and,
generally appear naked in front of Volodya. I didn't understand his desire
kiss my slit, I always covered it, exposing it to kisses
hands. Now that I have become more experienced in these matters, I understand why
Volodya remained dissatisfied at the same time - he was counting on an answer -
new affection, but I didn’t understand it, but ask me directly about it
he didn't dare. I was brought up in this regard in strict
forks and could not even imagine at that time that between
there are some other ways for men and women to satisfy
niya passions other than ordinary ones. In general, she was a naive fool, in which
life quickly enlightened me. I didn’t understand Volodya’s desire either.
wanting to take pictures during his “visits”. He brought
several times photographs, but I did not believe that what was shown on
they can give pleasure and pleasure to a man or woman -
chin. I thought that they were posing on purpose to arouse the feelings of
those who will consider it.
Volodya was even fond of collecting such cards and
tried fasterpush me into bed. I'm more satisfied
at that time I felt my husband’s dick in my slit than
consider how others do it. Obviously, Volodya is completely
he satisfied me then as a woman; I was "full."
Whenever I had a desire to feel his movement within me
MEMBER, he always met me halfway and even in abundance. Children, up to
after I graduated from college, we didn’t want to have it, and therefore we
they were injured, often with an elastic band, and sometimes Volodya (and me) got tired of it -
gave, we just interrupted everything at the last second so that SE-
The ME remained on the sheet or thighs and stomach. Volodya wiped
me with my own or my panties, and they were quite often in
stains. When Volodya was interrupted prematurely, I always felt
I feel sorry for him because he did not experience pleasure to the end. And I'm in
At that time I didn’t know how to help him. But it was quite simple
, I only found out about this later.
After passing the state exams, I had to leave with the party for
pre-graduate practice. Warmly saying goodbye to Volodya, he
this day I was just getting ready to go somewhere, I went to the station,
where we were supposed to be met by the group leader with tickets. To my
joy, he only got tickets for tomorrow, and the whole group of us
went home. I didn't call and opened the door to my
key, entered the corridor. Volodya and I had a separate one-
room apartment. II put my suitcase down and began to take off my coat.
When I suddenly heard voices in the room. At first I thought that
it was the radio speaking, but then I heard Volodya’s voice. Wanting him to
to rejoice in the fact that fate has given us the opportunity to spend more
one day together, I quickly entered the room and...
The secretary was lying across the sofa, completely naked, on her back.
our rector Raik. Her legs were raised, bent at the knees and
wide apart. Volodya, half naked, stood in front of her on the
laziness and, placing his hands on her hips, eagerly kissed Raikin’s Slit,
Raika's eyes were closed, there was a blush on her cheeks, and with her hands she
passionately pressed Volodka’s curly head to her “house.”
In time with the kisses, Raika quickly whispered: “More, more, and then I’ll-
bya".
The coat slipped off my shoulder and fell onto my
floor Raika opened her eyes and looked at me in bewilderment. On
her face quickly changed to expressions of confusion and fear. One
with her hand she pushed Volodka’s head away, and with the other she tried to
fall on yourself with the combination lying nearby. The combination was
crumpled up and nothing worked from Raika’s attempts to cover herself. Vo-
Lodya sensed something was wrong and turned his head towards my face.
Ron. His lips, cheeks and nose were wet, his eyes were confused
wandered, moving from me to the naked Raika. He jumped on
legs and obviously didn’t know what to do in this situation, stupidasked me: “Have you returned yet?” I was also completely distraught.
I was lost and didn’t know what to do. Feelings of anger, shame and insult
I was filled with a lot of pride. My eyes filled with tears,
I couldn’t see anything anymore, I completely mechanically lifted my coat,
She turned around, opened the doors and went outside. My legs carried me
away, then some kind of bench turned up. I sat on it and didn't-
for which time she sat without thoughts in her head, staring with her eyes at
far. Gradually I began to calm down and think about what to do
further. The future seemed bleak to me, personal life
seemed completely destroyed. Then more earthly thoughts
got my attention. I needed to think about spending the night, about returning
I didn’t even think about going home. I remembered my friend
Ge Liye and decided to go to her. Fortunately, the documents and money turned out to be
got into it with me, and about the suitcase with things I somehow got into it
I didn't think about it for a while. When I called at Leah's apartment, I just
then I remembered that she did not come to the station, although she should
was to come with us.
Leah's mother, Antonina Ivanovna, opened the door for me. I've been with her for a long time
I didn’t see each other, but knowing her hospitality, I had no doubt that
she will gladly decide to spend the night with them. I lost it early
mother. Father, at one time, abandoned us. And Antonina Ivanovna, in
to some extent, it replaced it for me, especially when I studied at
school and lived withaunts. “Natasha, it’s so good that you came” -
she told me. "Lia needs you so much, she just said today
about you, but we thought that you had left. "I don't understand anything,
what could have happened to Leah, went into her room. Leah was lying on
the bed face down, but she immediately jumped up as soon as she heard
my voice. "Mom, come out, I need to talk to Natasha." Anto-
Nina Ivanovna looked at us anxiously, came out and closed
door. As soon as the door closed behind her mother, Leah rushed to me
on her chest and burst into tears. "Leah, stop it, calm down, what?
happened?" “Natasha,” she said through tears, “what should I
what to do, how to live on?" "Calm down, sit here and
tell me what happened?" I calmed her down as best I could.
"I, Natasha, made an irreparable mistake, for me everything
it's over." "What's over?" "It's all over." "Life is over
happiness is over." She started crying again. "Leah, I'm nothing
I understand, you can really tell me what it is all about
happened?"
“Natasha, I’m not a girl anymore. You know Vitka Vorono-
wow?" I nodded. "Vitka is a scoundrel, he took advantage of the fact that
at his farewell party we drank more than necessary, so
that I treated him well. When everyone was leaving, he
held me, offered me another drink at parting, began to flatter me
me with my paws, I was already thinking poorlywhat he does.
Knocked me down on the bed and I can't even tell he hit me
raped me, but I just couldn’t think of anything and didn’t resist
las. I woke up when it was all over, he was stroking me, muttering
some kind of apology. I hate his lustful, greasy face.
Lord, such a slug got my virginity! Natasha,
What should I do next, what will I do now? I can't
walking the streets, showing up in public, it seems to me that everything
they look at me and see that I’m no longer a girl, that they’re touching me -
or sweaty dirty hands. If you had seen this bastard when he
undressed I still feel sick whenever I remember it." I
calmed Leah as best she could, although she herself needed the help no less than she did.
consolation. All night we whispered in the dark, lying on one
bed, making future plans and sharing mutual grievances. Mine
the story shocked Leah, with burning curiosity she asked
me details. By morning, a decision was made after graduating from college
enlist together at some remote weather station
and try to avoid men.
3. Leah.
The man was very heavy, Natasha and I had difficulty dragging him into
hardware room He was completely frozen. We pulled off his outerwear,
shirt, tights and carried to Natasha’s bed. Natasha took
woolenscarf, soaked it in alcohol and told me to rub it,
She began to heat the water herself and tinker with the first aid kit. I look confused
stared at the prostrate hero in front of me, overgrown with thick
reddish beard and didn’t know where to start. Seeing my confusion
ness, Natasha came up and with a decisive movement removed the victim from
took off my wet panties, threw on a towel instead and showed
how to rub, paying attention to the legs and right hand,
the fingers on which were completely white. I got to work energetically
and after a few minutes the fingers were no longer white, and the body was
called. My sudden movements caused the towel to move somewhat, I
corrected him, trying not to look at what was underneath, but kept her eyes
for my involuntarily from time to time they stopped on the towel and
a picture appeared before my eyes that I had only seen
a few moments until Natasha threw on a towel. Man
He said something and opened his eyes. I wrapped him in our blanket
and Natasha's fur coat. Natasha began to give him medicinal tea, and
I was told to get in touch late in the evening, after finally finishing
With all the trouble, we lay down on the bed in my room.
Excited by what had happened, I could not sleep. In memory
Various paintings were painted, inspired by the sight of a naked male
th body.
Our decision with Natasha to avoid communication with men I transferred
strength is quite easy, but Natashait was more difficult. For a year the soup-
Friendly life, she was used to regularly satisfying her
passion, and here, at a remote weather station, where we have been for a long time
I was left alone, she was languishing, often irritated for no reason.
wife, didn't sleep well. One day bad weather drove us to the station
tourists. They spent the night in our control room and the next
the day went on. After them we discovered the dats they had left behind.
cue magazine and three photographs included in it. The magazine, of course
was left not by accident, but deliberately, in order to cause confusion -
marriage of two lonely girls. Natasha looked at pictures with certain
lazy understanding of the matter. For me, every picture was revealing
Venom. When we looked at it, we blushed and turned pale, embarrassed
looked at each other with affection and tried to quickly turn over the most
frank page, and then the sharp exciting curiosity of a dream-
va forced us to return to her. The photographs in the magazine were
filled with great knowledge of the matter and a certain taste. All the journalism
The cash was dedicated to two women satisfying each other without
through men, well, right for Natasha and me.
The photographs were of a completely different kind. On one of them on the back,
a naked man lay with his feet towards the lens. His legs were
clenched, the whole body is tense, the penis (I just can’t
turn off to Natasha’s terminology), standing vertically to the half-
there was guiltimmersed in the vagina of a woman squatting.
Her legs were spread wide. Of all the clothes she was wearing, only
stockings attached to a narrow belt. With her right hand she
she pulled her DICK into herself, there was a smile on her face.
Another depicted a woman on all fours, on some...
then elevation. A man stood behind her and inserted his DICK between
her buttocks. At first I was surprised, is it possible even from-
version, but Natasha enlightened me that this position is comfortable
insert the MEMBER exactly where it is needed. The girl was very pretty
Noah, and with some touchingly vague expression looking at
looked at a man standing behind her, with a build somewhat reminiscent of
dear to our stranger.
The third photo completely made me blush. On the carpet
a woman was lying on top of her, facing her feet on all fours, a man
on. He pressed his lips to the woman's bosom, and the head of his MEMBER was
in her mouth. The expression of indescribable passion was on their faces.
Natasha said that she was familiar with an almost similar picture. I realized
what is she hinting at and pestered her with questions, tell
details. Her story made an ambivalent impression on me.
tion: on the one hand, such actions seemed strange, on the other hand
others aroused keen curiosity and a desire to experience
this.
On this day we talked for a long time about the relationship between men and
women, I theoretically, and Natasha withtaking into account practical experience.
Late we went to our rooms. I lay in the dark with the open
With wide eyes, piquant pictures passed in front of me. Cape-
I slowly put myself in the shoes of those women. It became wet between my legs,
I got up and took off my panties so as not to get them dirty. At this moment the
The door was rummaged and Natasha came in with a candle in her hands.
"Leah, let me lie down with you, I just can’t sleep,
and one is sad. "I moved, making room for Natasha, hugging
la and kissed her. I felt Natasha’s tears on mine. "Natasha
, what's wrong with you?" "Leah, I can't do it anymore if I somehow
If I don’t calm you down, I’ll go crazy. "What should we do, Natasha?"
"Give me your hand. Touch it." My hand slid between hers.
legs, I ran my finger and did not feel any resistance.
It was slippery, exposed and hot. Natasha sobbed: “More,
more, Leah!"
I began to stroke the lips with my finger, lightly plunging it into the wet
malleable depth. Natasha's body tensed in time with my movements.
Niyam, it seemed to be striving to meet my finger." Leah,
“deeper,” Natasha whispered. I was burning all over, I felt like
the nipples of my tense breasts rub against my shirt. This irritates me
sting I threw her off and was left completely naked. I have breasts
it ached, the blood was pounding in my temples, my hand became completely wet, from
a sharp, exciting smell emanated from her. I slid down to Natasha-
hips,greedily blowing out her nostrils, she absorbed with pleasure
This is an incomparable aroma. I wrapped my hands around the left
breast and began to move the nipple between Natasha’s legs. Pointed nipple
sometimes slipped out, touching hard, curly hairs, delivering
giving me extra pleasure. Natasha's body trembled.
Her hands frantically crumpled the hot sheet. "Leah, that's enough, otherwise
I'm going to throw myself at the wall now. "
She stood up, fumbled for matches and lit the candle. A few moments
She looked at her with fixed eyes and suddenly
Sitting, she put it in my hand. An insight descended on me, I immediately understood...
la, what does Natasha want to do with the candle. Having bitten off the wick and,
giving the still warm wax a semicircular shape, I felt the entrance to
Natasha's vagina and carefully inserted the end of the candle there. I became os-
move it there carefully.
“Deeper,” Natasha asked. The candle went more than expected
trap and met light resistance. Natasha happily stagnated
nala.
"That's right, Leah."
I began to move faster, even faster, so that the movements of the candle
turned into a convulsive vibration. Natasha sighed, her body
relaxed, I stopped moving the candle.
“Wait, don’t take it out,” Natasha’s voice was barely audible. Passed
a few minutes of silence, broken only by our rapid breathing -
nim. Then I heard the smacking sound of a candle being removed. Natasha
sat down on the bed and began showering me with kisses.“Do you want me to do the same for you?” - she said, holding her hand
over my belly and ruffling my fur. But I no longer had
strength, the excitement passed, I felt empty. We
They lay down and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Natasha woke up and woke me up. I immediately remembered what we
studied at night. Natasha sensed my embarrassment and said: "
Get up, you fool!" All day I remembered what happened
us at night, thought about future evenings and brought myself to such a state
Knowing that Natasha understood everything, she washed herself thoroughly, in general,
I was preparing like a bride for her first wedding night.
I went to my room first. Natasha was fiddling with her walkie-talkie,
transmitting the latest report. I waited feverishly, imagining
how it will be, and how I will feel about it. Natasha post-
I wanted to get it done quickly and with a candle in my hands I entered my room.
natu.
“Natasha, just don’t do it in the light.”
“Stupid,” she said and put out the candle. Natasha's hands groped-
whether my body, she kissed me several times, spending heat
with a lazy tongue on my lips and gums, I haven’t known how to kiss like that yet.
After stroking me through my shirt, she pulled down the straps and
them to the waist. With hot hands she began to stroke my breasts (breasts
my pride, they are tall, strong and always stopped me in my tracks
without the gaze of men). Natasha’s caresses make me all tremble inside -
lo. Pulling, she took off her shirt. II was waiting for what would happen next. Hands
Natasha caressed my body, touching its most intimate corners. Gu-
Bami she grabbed my nipple, pulled it and sometimes lightly
bit. Then her lips moved to the other breast, stomach, thighs and
continued to slowly wander through the body. I was very pleased. On-
Tasha knelt down in front of the bed; I instinctively tried
I wanted to move my legs, but Natasha’s head wouldn’t let me do it
this. She put my feet on her shoulders, and her lips and mine
(not the mouth) merged together. Natasha's warm tongue slid,
piercing sharply into the thirsty depths. The caress was nothing
comparable, the tickling of the tongue resonated throughout the whole body, something sub-
rolled down to the throat, as if some kind of hot line connected
Natasha's tongue is with my heart. I froze, afraid of something
careless movement to destroy the feeling of bliss.
“Liechka, you’re sour. Oh, you’re my sweetie!” - she said
Natasha, looking away from me for a moment. The kisses continued
I could no longer lie still, my legs were clenching convulsively, interfering
to her. Finally she broke away from me and sat down next to me. Natasha fumbled
by floor. “Cold,” she whispered and suddenly laughed. "Now
I'll keep her warm." She extended her hand to my hips and I realized
where she will warm the candle. Natasha made me lie on my side and
press your legs to your chest. I waited, and then the slippery end of the candle slipped...
zero insideme. The candle moved, but the expected pleasure
For some reason it didn't deliver. She is hard and unyielding and hurts
something was resting. Natasha realized from her tense body that I
it hurts. I made a movement and freed myself from the candle.
“Darling,” said Natasha, “you haven’t woken up for this yet,
my poor thing, once when you were drunk, what did you have with
Vitka, you can count them. Well, it’s okay, I’ll try to help you
differently."
She started kissing and stroking me again when she felt
that it was wet between my legs again, she inserted a finger there. Finger gently
touched different corners inside me, was flexible and understanding. On-
Tasha asked from time to time: “Is it good?” - and, having received ut-
affirmative answer, continued. Again a warm wave passed through
my body, my thighs first unclenched, then squeezed, and suddenly something
warm, as it seemed to me, flowed inside my stomach,
a sweet spasm went through my whole body, I screamed and moaned.
Exhausted and empty, I stretched out on the bed. Natasha uk-
She covered me with a blanket and within a minute I was asleep.
Continuation of the story in the next issue.
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