Girls' Secrets
Erotic Stories of the 70s-80s
The human heart burns with passion. Especially when you see a woman's mysterious gaze. Only God knows how many little secrets are hidden in their hearts. But one of them, I can tell you.
One evening, returning from a business trip, I had to look for lodging in a village. Wandering along a dirty, dimly lit street, I peered sadly into the dark window openings, hoping to see a hospitable light. It was cold and damp, and to top it off, the sky was covered with heavy, leaden clouds, threatening to break into a storm any minute. I had completely despaired when,
finally, in one of the houses, I saw a light. Overjoyed, I flew like a moth to a flame towards the saving shelter."Who's there?" a woman's voice answered my cautious knock.
"Excuse me for disturbing you," I began my explanation, trying to be as polite as possible. "But the thing is, I'm just passing through and have nowhere to spend the night, could you possibly put me up for the night?"
"Are you alone?" the same voice inquired.
"Yes, alone."
"Well, let's see if you're worth letting in..."
The door opened and a girl with a lantern in her hands appeared on the threshold, blinding me with a bright beam of light.
"Oh, you're not bad!" said the lantern's owner, having looked me over. "Judging by your looks, you can be trusted with two young girls. Come in."
The hostess swung the door wide open, letting me into the house.
"I hope you won't make us regret letting you stay the night?"
"Of course not," I muttered hastily, afraid she might change her mind and throw me back out onto the street.
The kitchen greeted me with an abundance of warmth and light, a balm poured onto my frozen soul. One glance was enough to understand who lived here; everything in the house gave away a purely female society.
"Well, why so shy? Come in, sit down, be our guest," the hostess invited.
Only now did I get a good look at my savior. She turned out to be a young and beautiful girl with long, dark, night-like braids wrapped around her head. This old-fashioned hairstyle and fresh, rosy face made her simply charming, and a light blue, form-fitting dress emphasized the slenderness and proportion of her figure. But the main thing I noticed immediately was that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress, and through the transparent fabric, the spots of her beautiful, maidenly breasts' nipples were clearly visible. All my fatigue vanished as if by magic; I felt so good and cozy, as if I had come to a lover's place, not to a completely strange house. Catching my gaze, the girl became slightly embarrassed.
"You see, young man," she said. "I would gladly do you a favor, but I don't live alone..."
The girl fell silent, looking at me with a testing gaze. My heart sank. "Surely she'll kick me out," I thought sadly, regretting my shameless look.
"I need to consult with my friend," she continued. "And we don't have a free bed."
"Lida, who are you talking to there?" a voice suddenly came from another room.
"A young man is asking for shelter for the night," Lida replied.
"Is he handsome?" asked the same voice. "Can we meet him?"
"Handsome," said the girl, giving me a mysterious look. "Just shy."
I felt awkward and apparently blushed at the praise directed at me.
"You'd embarrass anyone," I began to justify myself, blushing even more.
"Are there really still such people?" asked the voice, and a beautiful, blonde girl appeared in the doorway. "Can we take a look at him?"
"What a bouquet," I thought, looking at the girls. "You can't even choose which one is better."
Lida's friend had a different style of beauty: blue eyes, long, dark eyelashes, a small chin, and a snub nose. She was beautiful in her own way. Standing in the doorway with a guitar, she plucked the strings with her small fingers and examined my appearance with curiosity. The sight of the girls led me to think that I had ended up with people referred to as the intelligentsia class. And I wasn't mistaken; later I learned that they taught at the local school.
Probably, they were bored and glad to chat with a new person for them. Thanks to the blonde girl, the question of lodging was quickly resolved. She offered her own bed, intending to squeeze in with Lida.
The dinner the girlfriends treated me to was excellent, and I felt like I was in "seventh heaven." The girls were simple and relaxed; in conversation, we jokingly touched on very delicate questions, and this topic gave them pleasure. Enjoying the company of such beauties, I lost my sense of reality; it seemed to me that I had known these girls for a very long time, that there had been no trip in a hard, smoke-filled carriage; no dirty, broken road; no tedious, autumn rain—all that seemed distant and implausible.
Both girls were clearly trying to please me, which greatly flattered my ego, but I would have preferred to be alone with one of them rather than like this.
Lyuba, that was the second girl's name, decided to play the guitar for us, and Lida and I started dancing to this simple music, although, to give credit, she played quite well. But I didn't care what or how she played; at that time, all my attention was given to my partner. Lida danced pressed against me with her whole body, and I felt her firm, maidenly breasts and warm, toned stomach, against which my excited member pressed. She apparently felt it, as she pressed against it more and more tightly, which I, in turn, also began to do. We pressed so closely that we could no longer dance and just stood like that, reveling in such closeness. Noticing this, Lyuba stopped playing, and we had to part.
It was already late, and I, understanding that nothing could happen with two of them, citing fatigue, asked to be shown the bed allotted to me. Lyuba escorted me to the bed and, wishing me good night, added:
"If it weren't for Lida, I think we would have a more interesting topic for conversation right now."
Bestowing a charming smile as a parting gift, she wished me a pleasant night once more and went out to the kitchen.
I fell asleep quickly, aided by fatigue and the soft bed, but I didn't get to sleep for long. I was awakened by the muffled conversation of the girls. Sleep vanished as if it had never been when I understood what they were talking about.
"I thought he would caress me first," Lida said almost inaudibly. "But he immediately grabbed my panties. 'Take them off,' he hisses, 'or I'll tear them.' Well, I obediently took them off, spread my legs, lay there, waiting for him to start, but he's panting, poking at my thighs, just can't get in. I tried to help him, took his member in my hands, but he couldn't hold back and came. (Here she used an expression that not every man would say, and continued) 'You're still a child,' I told him. He blushed like a lobster, called me a slut, and ran away."
I lay there, barely breathing, ears pricked up, listening to their secrets with interest, amazed at the frankness with which they talked about it. So much for the intelligentsia! And if some student of theirs were in my place, what would he think of his teachers?
"That's nothing!" Lyuba's voice was heard. "I once dated Misha. He was a guy like any other, but he was a bit weak in that department. He'd come, he'd go, but the blood was stirring, demanding its own, and I decided to help him. I pulled his handsome thing out into the light of day and started exciting it with my lips, kissed it all over, and just took the head into my mouth, and he up and came. I didn't mind that he came in my mouth, I don't see anything terrible in that, but he, poor thing, even turned green with shame, thought I'd hate him for it. Since then, we never met again, and later I met Kostya. We met at my aunt's; she lived in the neighboring village. She herself is young and depraved to the limit."
I remember, once I came to her, entered the house, no one was visible. 'Well,' I think, 'she ran off to the neighbors.' I sat, waited, and then, something made me peek into her bedroom. Can you imagine what I saw there?! I couldn't even believe my eyes.
Aunt Zhenya, completely naked, was lying in a picturesque pose across the bed, spreading her thighs apart, which stretched her cherished place like a cut watermelon. Not noticing me, she grabbed with her right hand the member of a boy lying next to her.
"'Wow, found herself a cavalier,' I thought. 'He could crawl headfirst into such a slit.' I felt sorry for the young man and was about to quietly disappear from the bedroom to avoid seeing this barbarity, but then my aunt asked the boy to sit on her chest. For me, this was something new, and I decided to watch what would happen next. The boy obediently mounted Zhenya and, leaning forward, braced his hands against the wall, and his excited member ended up between her breasts. Lifting her head, my aunt gathered her full, soft, jelly-like breasts from the sides, and the young man began moving his member between them. For the first time, I learned about this method of intercourse, and honestly, it interested me. Peeking at them, I clearly imagined how pleasant it must be to feel a member between one's breasts, but I liked it even more when Zhenya, stretching her lips, began to catch the head with them. I desperately wanted to be in her place, although I already understood that all this was perversion and that guys would never marry a girl who did this and would despise her. Even all my girlfriends would turn away if they found out..."
"Yeah," Lida confirmed. "Although, what's bad about it? Personally, I like sucking cock. Why is that considered perversion?"
"Me too, and even when they come in the mouth," Lyuba agreed and continued:
"But the desire to try it like Aunt Zhenya was stronger than morality, and I swore to myself that I would get to know this guy and let him have me in all the holes he wanted, and then, whatever happens..."
And my aunt, meanwhile, proceeded to the final stage of sexual intercourse. Throwing her legs over the young man's shoulders, she took his member in her hand and inserted it into her vagina, although, to tell the truth, her help wasn't necessary; you could hit such a hole even blindfolded. By this time, I no longer had the strength to restrain my desire, and I ran out of the house onto the porch.
"You tell it all so vividly that I also have a strong desire to have sex," Lida chimed in. "Give me your hand..."
The bed creaked, and restrained girlish laughter was heard. "Here, let her lie here. You tell your story and, by the way, wiggle my clitoris with your finger; I perceive such stories better that way, and I, if you want, will caress you."
"Agreed."
For a few seconds, silence reigned in the room.
"You have such thick hair on your pubis," I heard Lida's whisper again. "Probably guys love to dig around in your bush?"
The girls giggled quietly again.
"Of course... especially with their nose. Have you ever had your genitals caressed with lips?"
"You, just recently."
"No, I'm talking about men."
"You expect that from our men? They just want to stick it in, come, and that's it."
"I had it once. Though with you, it's better for us; after all, we're both women and know how to make each other feel good, but with a man, you get some kind of moral satisfaction."
"I believe it. But all the guys I know consider it beneath their dignity. Though once, a long time ago..."
I think it doesn't take a rich imagination to imagine my state during this conversation. Tormented by passionate desire, I was ready to lose all my dignity and kiss the genitals of both girls just to satisfy my rebellious flesh, but I had to lie quietly and listen.
"Alright, tell me, what happened next."
"The next day..." Lyuba continued the interrupted story. "I went to Aunt Zhenya again. The guy was already there. I hinted to my aunt that I really liked him and that I would like to spend the night with him. Zhenya was without complexes, and we quickly agreed. The evening was a great success; we drank wine, chatted, Kostya invited me to dance, and when he, wrapping his arm around my waist, pressed me to himself, I felt the touch of his firm member. From the wine and this touch, I lost my composure; my hand reached down on its own and slipped into his pants, finding his excited member. Oh, what a pleasant sensation it is to hold this wonderful gift of nature in your hands; a shiver ran through my whole body, I closed my eyes and enjoyed his closeness and accessibility. But then Zhenya entered the room, and Kostya, embarrassed, rudely pulled my hand out of his trousers.
As far as I understood, he was afraid that my aunt would make a scene out of jealousy and disgrace him in front of me; he didn't know about our agreement with her, and therefore he was on pins and needles, which threatened to ruin all my hopes. I pretended to be drunk, and Zhenya, bless her, quickly oriented herself and asked Kostya to put me to bed, whispering to him that she would come to us in about two hours and that he should wait for her. But even after that, Kostik felt constrained.
After escorting me to the bedroom, he sat to the side, not even attempting to kiss me or help me undress. And I had no choice but to try to excite him with a striptease. Turning on the nightlight, I began slowly taking off my clothes, pretending as if I didn't notice his presence. At first, Kostya sat calmly, but as soon as I was left in just a short slip and, taking off my panties, accidentally lifted it for a second, dazzling him with my charms, he couldn't stand it and also began to undress. 'It worked,' I rejoiced and lay down on the bed, trembling with impatience. This was only the second time in my life, even you could say the first, as I remembered nothing but pain from the first time, and I had never felt anything like this before.
After undressing, Kostik lay down next to me, and I felt the touch of a hot, firm member against my thigh. Now he was mine, and no one could stop me from enjoying him. I won't describe to you how pleasant it is to hold male genitals in your hands and what feelings you experience; you know it yourself. I'll only say that while enjoying his member, I suddenly thought: 'How can something so thick enter my narrow little slit?' I even felt uneasy at the thought. Now it's funny to remember, but back then, I remembered what a hole Aunt Zhenya had and, comparing it with mine, got scared—what if it doesn't fit? But my excitement didn't fade because of this; on the contrary, I wanted even more to feel how the member would spread my vagina, going deeper and deeper.
"'Let me take a closer look at your handsome thing,' I asked, burning with the desire to press my lips to it. 'First, you show me your charms,' said Kostya and lifted my slip. 'I'm all yours, do with me what you want, you can rape me anywhere,' I whispered, removing this last barrier between our bodies.
Placing his hand on my pubis, Kostya stroked the little hairs on it for a minute, gradually deepening his finger between the labia, moist with desire. Closing my eyes, I