The Adventures of the Young and Beautiful Marquise – or Tanechka Up to Her Ears in the Rye of Sinful Impulses. Act 6.
ACT SIX
"On the Eve of the Coming Storm"
After what happened in the kitchen on such an evening and summer day of encircling extraterrestrial well-being, a wondrous moment of transition of young bodies into the bedchamber occurred. Here, in the moonlight, something more beautiful than the ordinary slumber of sleepy and weary bodies, exhausted from all the hustle and bustle and grayness, was taking place. And it cannot be said that this act was the final point in the life of our liberated heroine of the sexual front, who surprised her newly-made acquaintance with the most diverse whims. In reality, Tanechka, despite her ostentatious depravity, passed for an exemplary prude in the kitchen: she didn't give up her pussy,
and didn't offer her mouth for evaluation. "Flirted, posed, worked with her hand – and be happy with that, my dear Andryusha" – probably flashed somewhere in the girl's little head. But would such caresses be enough for a young boy?... Only this question is not even debatable: remember yourself at a young age, when after the first release, given the right circumstances (read: got lucky with a girlfriend), the need to bring forth a new one quickly arose. So Andryusha, having enjoyed the tender and yet decisive movements of the girl's fist, gathered new strength and craved the continuation of the banquet. However, Tanechka, having tasted the fruit of voluptuousness for the second time in her life, also wanted to have a bit more fun with Andrey.Imagine the picture: two naked, young, very aesthetically pleasing to the parched gaze young individuals, fervently embracing and intertwining the fingers of their hands, lay on the bed, basking, kissing, and whispering about everything... Obviously, trusting relationships had developed between them, cemented not only by word but also by deed – even despite their very recent acquaintance. This was true happiness, which not even the most creative advertising agency in the world, offering its chosen target audience the most cunning and ardent arguments so that you, having bought simple chewing gum, would be convinced of your own self-sufficiency, could offer for anything. In general, the meaning of any advertisement is extremely simple. It strives to convince that consuming the advertised product leads to a high and favorable rebirth, not after death, but immediately after the act of consumption. That is, chew sugar-free "Orbit" – and you're already an asura. Chew "Dirol" – and you're a god with white-white teeth. It's never things that are advertised, but simple human happiness. They always show equally happy people, only in different cases this happiness is caused by different acquisitions. Therefore, a person goes to the store not for things, but for this happiness... and it's not sold there. Both Tanechka and Andrey understood this on a subconscious level, as if this truth, like a hidden legend, had been whispered into their ears by a sage who had seen all sorts of things in life and therefore, so as not to disturb passersby, eternally hides his wise gaze behind black sunglasses. It would seem that the most perfect and excellent porn films, vulgar beautiful photoshopped pictures of fancy girls and pretty boys in all sorts of indecent poses, and tens of millions of computer screen pixels, drawing on themselves like the sands of the Sahara kilometers of already archetypal textual porn stories, did not satisfy that ardor and heat with which they had become inflamed in just a couple of hours of their shared pastime. So it was, is, and will be, for corporeality for a person, the general psychological and physical interconnections prevail over fancy keyboard simulacra. No matter how you wrap it in the most beautiful packaging and give it the most perfect and flawless appearance – it will not replace that very ludus by which the human race is guided in attempts to obtain the highest and most exquisite pleasure available to it in sensations...
After the last kiss on the girl's velvety cheek, Andrey decided to offer his companion a continuation. He raised his head high and sharply lifted his torso, leaning his back against the wall and finding himself above his appetizing muse, who continued to lie in the same pose with only one change – she had to bury her nose in the guy's side. Starting to carry out his plan, Andryusha began to run his hand through Tanechka's light brown hair, sorting through each strand with his fingers and stroking her like an affectionate kitten. As if in a moment of truth, the girl turned her eyes to the face of the young Werther, savoring every second of their shared time. She smiled from the experience of tenderness and attention from the opposite sex and, being grateful for such beautifully provided grace, decided to repay with even more. Immediately, Tanechka raised her young attractive body higher, ending up on Andrey's stomach, made her lips into a tube, and, squinting her eyes, began to kiss the guy's nipples, scorching him with a hot languor.
– I couldn't even dream of such a thing, – Andryusha groaned contentedly.
– I know how to do more than just use my hand, – the girl hinted unambiguously at her next step.
Her lips descended lower and lower along his body, towards that very intimate part, meanwhile kissing everything in their path: Andryusha's chin, neck, chest, and stomach. When, finally, the mischievous Tanechka reached her cherished goal, she shifted her gaze to meet the attentive and admiring gaze of the guy, immediately purring:
– In other words, I've already shown you my skill with my hands. And now I want to show you a different kind of master class... – Tanechka intrigued.
– Are you going to suck me off without using your hands? – Andryusha asked bluntly, categorically, but at the same time provocatively. He couldn't wait to feel the girl's oral depths with his member.
– How perceptive you are, – simultaneously praising and delighting her companion, the girl, who was pressing the head of Andrey's cock with her index and middle fingers, uttered. – But... I would like to give you a more substantial guarantee than just words... For that, you must tie my hands, – to give more weight to her words, Tanechka put her hands behind her back, also, leaning down, ran her tongue over the already quite tense member.
Tied hands, of course, that's something: where does this spoiled girl get such fantasies? Where did she pick them up? Could it be that capital city life is so dull, unflattering, and repulsive that it forces its inhabitants to resort to such extremes? However, for the lively Andryusha, such an idea sparkled with a certain piquancy. Traditionally occupying a somewhat passive role in his relationship with the deeply respected Mrs. Tatyana Otsosovna, he deigned to answer affirmatively to this noble little proposal... but in his own manner and clearly not in the iteration expected by the lover of sinful pleasures.
– Okay. I'll do it, but in my own way, – the participant in this depraved act replied with a mysterious smirk.
At that very second, Andrey, who until now had been considered devoid of any initiative, grabbed Tanechka's neck with one muscular hand, and the girl's hands, which were behind her back, with the other. Having done this, he forcefully pressed the young girl's body into the soft fabric of the snow-white sheet and, holding her by the wrists, found Tanya's forgotten robe belt. With this same belt, he tied a knot on her hands, thereby satisfying the girl's unconcealed desire. Thus, two birds were killed with one stone: firstly, the somewhat submissive Tanechka received the coveted restriction of her own will, and secondly, our Andrey the Second saw in reality, as if in an ascension, the beautiful sight of Tanechka's still immaculate and untouched by anyone except her mischievous little hands flower. But events were in no hurry to gallop across Europe: the lucky guy, despite his persistent desire to change Tatyana's plan, however, doubted the necessity of penetration there. Something was still repelling him from this venture: whether it was conscience, or shyness, or perhaps a stupid, imposed-from-above social norm prescribing to never engage in vaginal sex on the very first date. Quite possibly, it was that special feeling, perhaps arising on the boyish subconscious level: somehow Andryusha sensed that the girl had bequeathed her innocence not to him at all – and therefore, he should not violate Tanechka's vow, who in just 24 hours would be off to the mature Viktor Alexandrovich for Rebirth, the beginning of a new stage in life...
In any case, somewhat stunned but pleasantly surprised by Andrey's action, Tanya, with his highest permission, moved back into the pose she had previously occupied. Her beautiful freckled face was once again in front of the towering, full-length crimson magnificence of Andryusha, who had become momentarily brave. It, this very magnificence, looked so appetizing from the point of view of Tanechka's sexual lust that she involuntarily ran her tongue over her beautiful plump lips. In other words, she, licking her lips, wanted to give Andrey such a blowjob, to suck him off with such zeal that his legs would buckle even in a lying position... This desire was dictated by her arousal: a special play of electrical charges striking from the brain not only throughout the body and limbs but also, in particular, into the girl's neat, lovely little pussy, languishing under the influence of all sorts of hormones sweetening the external sexual act.
– Can't wait to find out what you're capable of, – sounded like a challenge from the youthful lips of the one who had brought Tatyana to her current position: submissively bowed over the member of a guy she essentially barely knew, with her hands tied behind her velvety back... for any ordinary person, especially today's pampered ladies, this would be considered a form of special humiliation, tell anyone he or she such a thing, but not for Tanya – for her it was natural and even honorable.
Meanwhile, the vulgar Tanechka, kneeling with her little hands tied and therefore forced to constantly tense her elegant back, began to make the first sliding movements with her pink little tongue over the penis awaiting its sweet hour. Giving Andrey special pleasure, she for the first time enveloped the head of his member with her beautiful mouth with the aim of starting to gently and intermittently suck on it. Then, arching her back lower, things were moving towards deeper penetration: making her lips into a tube, the skillful Tanechka, who had been training her oral cavity with a ripe banana just that morning, descended with them lower to correlate the theoretical study of the subject with practice, though not yet engaging her throat in her games on the "natural" material... that would come later. For now, she gently moved her lips up and down along Andrey's excited and pulsating flesh, making him moan from time to time and utter vulgar little words in Tanyusha's direction.
– How well you suck... – Andrey uttered just between such little phrases, he who had recently somewhere deep inside doubted the abilities of his new girlfriend to give a blowjob and therefore momentarily wished to enter the girl's womb.
The good little sucker Tanechka, meanwhile, was in seventh heaven from happiness: she hadn't even shown her true, full mastery of producing pleasure with her mouth, and she was already being praised! Therefore, she was in no hurry to rush events, because if you show everything at once, you'll lose all the intrigue...
Tanechka suddenly got off the shaft, appetizingly licked her lips, and again began to massage the guy's cockhead with her plump little lips, kneading it somewhat clumsily and with a degree of playfulness. What an actress: she began to behave while performing the blowjob as if she hadn't given Viktor Alexandrovich a blowjob before or hadn't practiced on bananas and cucumbers even once! Innocence and timidity just emanated from her awkward and fancy movements. This acting ardor, however, was akin to that step back which is taken in order to then take ten quick steps forward. Or not very quick... In any case, the kissed cockhead began to spring and pulsate, and this foreshadowed a quick end, which Tanechka so wanted to delay, so desired to postpone...
Suddenly the girl stopped kneading Andryusha's tender flesh. Tanechka's gaze, which had been so focused on the guy's member until then, suddenly shifted to Andrey's face, denoting concern.
– Where are you rushing off to so quickly? – Tanechka asked with some mocking reproach. – I just started doing this, and you're already about to cum. Quick-shot!
This remark sounded by no means like mockery. It was a challenge: Tanechka didn't like Andryushenka's excessive caution, turning into the repeatedly mentioned above passivity. It infuriated the nymph, who wanted at least some reciprocity. Uttering this phrase, Tanya was primarily trying to provoke Andrey into active action.
– You imagined it, silly, – the guy denied somewhat listlessly. – I wasn't going to cum at all.
– Yeah, right, – the beginning fellatio artist doubted. – Then prove me wrong!
Tatyana's challenge was becoming less and less allegorical. It was obvious what she wanted... at least in Andrey's interpretation.
– Just a second, my bitch, – Andrey was saying, grabbing Tanechka by her luxurious hair and directing her obscene mouth, which dared to talk such nonsense, onto the saliva-slicked, sinewy shaft fresh from caresses. – I'll prove it right now.
The next moment, Tanya's lips were treacherously rammed by Andrey's member. He was driving it in, however, timidly: it all started with light movements over her lips, smoothly moving a little deeper, into the oral cavity about half the length of his cock. Thus, the guy amused himself for several minutes, teasing Tanya even more with his ostentatious indecisiveness.
And suddenly, without any warning or declaration of war, Andrey's member entered almost to the limit of its length, thereby finding the girl's throat. "Is this my first deep throat?" thought Tanechka, who began to count the seconds of this very penetration... "One... two... three... four... five... six... damn, I'm going to choke now!" – so the young girl worried because she remembered her morning experiment with the banana: holding a ripe fruit in her throat for more than ten seconds didn't work out for her at all. The numbers seven, eight, nine flashed through the girl's consciousness... And she wouldn't be able to hold out any longer, because, as practice showed, vomiting urges would inevitably surge.
But Andrey suddenly took pity on the reckless girl who had allowed herself to laugh so arrogantly at his sexual strength – the member left Tanechka's throat, and along with it, her mouth. A magnificent sight: from this very mouth, like little tails behind the rapidly departing penis, stretched strings of the girl's saliva... it looked as if Tatyana's body was trying not to let it leave her lips. To keep it in the oral cavity... it left her only briefly. The member was again knocking on the oral doors of voluptuousness and, breaking through, began to stir up a truly terrible storm – the enraged Andrey moved his pelvis so strongly that at first he plunged Tanechka into unfounded anxiety for the integrity of her mouth after tonight's blowjob act. The strong rhythm of the thrusting cock, like a piercing sword, also gave extra worries for Tanechka's throat, because its resources might not be enough for the remaining part of the invited little evening. But, for such a respite for the blowjob apparatus, Andryusha began to enter with gusto: he drove his shaft alternately behind the girl's left, then right cheek... strongly squeezed the back of Tanya's head so as not to give her time to catch her breath... sometimes abandoned the main motif, took his cock out of the obliging little mouth and, taking advantage of Tanechka's helplessness, mockingly slapped her with his wet member on her nose, forehead, and cheeks, leaving on her freckled little face trickling traces of saliva... Some of these actions by the guy were clearly aimed at not cumming prematurely.
This continued for about ten to fifteen minutes when Andryusha decided to pass the baton to his partner.
– I think it's your turn to please me. Enough of being a willless attachment on a cock – show me how you can suck, – the imperious Andrey ordered, expecting an immediate continuation of such indecency from Tanechka.
– I hear and obey, – Tatyana replied to appease the raging beast.
The finale was approaching with incredible speed. One – Tanechka transferred her mischievous little lips to the head of the member. Two – the little lips turned in a way that was by no means like at the beginning: these were skillful, bold, and at the same time measured movements, designed to bring Andrey as much pleasure as possible. Three... the Carthaginian gates collapsed – the unsteady white liquid shot right into Tanechka's throat... But it only seemed so to her – it's just that Andryusha became so overexcited that he came with particular force: the contents came out in large quantities and under such pressure that, quickly overcoming the lingual space, it headed into the depths of the girl solemnly awarded with this nectar.
– Oh... – moaned the contentedly relaxed Andrey, – I really liked