Rental apartment
Larisa: "What if I suck it?!" I said, pushing away the last remnants of embarrassment. It felt like someone else was speaking, the voice coming from somewhere off to the side. A pause fell, during which I tried to suppress a slight tremor. It was especially hard to hide my trembling knees. He was taken aback. No one had ever offered him that before, for sure. I continued: "If I suck you off, will you give me those 18,000 rubles?" My short skirt, deep cleavage, and bright scarlet lipstick did the rest. He was still silent. Come on, I know you have it. You're saving up for a moped, aren't you? Come on, boy, come closer. I straightened up proudly and beckoned him with my finger,
licking my painted lips. I felt I could use him as I wished, that he would do anything. It was written on the boy's submissive and very surprised face. And yet, I felt somehow uneasy in my soul.Sergei: She called me over. I took a step, or rather, my legs moved me towards Larisa on their own. My gaze fixed on her beautiful chest, so open and unattainable in that gorgeous blue blouse. My breath caught. I couldn't move, only my fingers clenched. She came even closer, bringing her ample charms right up to my eyes. The scent of her perfume paralyzed me even more. What does she want? Leaning in, the lady whispered erotically in my ear, promising she would give me what I wanted. The day after tomorrow, on Wednesday, I could come over. But I have practice at five. I go to football. I mumbled something like that in response. She straightened up and looked at me haughtily. Fine, then at seven. Larisa will be waiting for me. With those words, she gave an enticing smile and, turning around, walked her way, her heels clicking loudly on the asphalt. What was that? I watched her go until the guys called out to me. They were further away and couldn't hear our conversation. And I was in a stupor and didn't know what to tell them. They wouldn't believe me anyway. We went to kick the ball around, which allowed me to pull myself together and make sense of what had happened. It was all so fast and sudden, it seemed like nonsense. Nah, this isn't real.
Valera: I wish this would all end soon! The office party, drunken stupor. In moments like these, you do all sorts of stupid things. And that lustful girl, just out of college, took dirty advantage of it. How could anyone resist her? Especially when she's in such a luxurious dress? Especially when drunk? At a moment like that, you could sell your own motherland, let alone cheat! But I'm ashamed in front of my wife, I'm guilty before her. Which she told me, making more than one scandalous scene. But something else is worse. My wife might forgive me. But I've been out of work for three months now. And we need money for the child. And the rent. We have to pay, we're already behind as it is. The landlady is a real harpy. She could never be understanding. The slightest thing wrong and she starts screaming that she'll evict us, that she doesn't care about our problems. Others will pay on time. All that kind of stuff. Only her only son is worse. A fair-haired bastard who only thinks about what nasty thing to do. His father's not around, there's no one to put the scoundrel in his place. And he does whatever he pleases. For example, he might ride by on his moped with his buddies and splash us from a puddle. Or push me as if by accident. Those are the minor pranks. Once he got so carried away that he brazenly came up from behind and slapped Larisa on the ass. To the raucous laughter of his gang. I would have beaten him on the spot if not for his mother, who would immediately throw us out of the apartment!
Larisa: Once, Seryozha really did slap me on the ass. I was even surprised: would a husband really swallow that? But he stayed silent, as if that's how it should be. Another time I was walking with Polinochka. The boy snuck up again, but this time I turned around sharply and slapped him across the face with all my might. And then said a few sweet words. I'll never forget how his friends laughed at him. How he backed away, looking up at me from below. His frightened eyes, his shame. He turned so red you couldn't even see the mark from the slap. Since then, he avoids me. He even started saying hello. I can see the boy is crazy about me. Any woman would understand. I notice how he changes his posture when I walk by. How he stares at me. It feels like my clothes are about to fall off from such an intense gaze. He just doesn't know what to do with his feelings yet. And there's nothing he can do anyway. A handsome boy: tall, fair-haired with curly hair. A fit body, since Sergei loves sports. I constantly see him playing something with the guys on the court. The girls are already looking at him. Before he finds his love, he'll break quite a few hearts. I have no doubt about that.
Sergei: What even happened? Did she offer herself? Or did my perverted mind imagine it? Was there even a conversation or not? Wednesday is soon, should I go to her? Or will Larisa make a fool of me? I don't know what to do. Ever since my mom started renting the apartment to them, ever since I saw that woman, I've felt inexplicable, incomprehensible feelings. She appeared in many of my fantasies. We did things I'd be ashamed to tell anyone about. Oh, what I want to do with her! And at the same time, there's that husband. A skinny four-eyes, a loser! How did he end up next to a goddess? Why do women choose such nobodies? Why am I so unlucky with them? No one pays any attention to me. Not even girls simpler than Larisa. She doesn't have the delicate beauty of my classmates.
It's the coveted beauty of an experienced woman, who can teach you everything, with whom you can allow yourself everything. A charm that drives you crazy. You don't want to give her flowers or walk in the park with her. There's only a strong desire to pounce, tear off her clothes, possess her. But would she even allow it? It's too good to be true. And if she does, won't I screw it up? After all, her standards are through the roof! I doubt I can please her. erotic stories But she did offer something herself. I told my two best friends about it, but they didn't believe me. I don't even believe myself, to be honest. Only a classmate who's considered experienced advised me not to stress. First, he laughed when I told him how much she asked for. And then he said that a blowjob doesn't even count. Like, sex is when you enter the vagina. Other guys say you lose your virginity when you fuck without a condom. In short, everyone has their own opinion. I don't understand anything! And I have no one to turn to!
Sergei: The door swung open and there she was! After the cold rain, I was hit by the warmth coming from the apartment. The subdued light from another room illuminated Larisa's red silk robe, tied at the waist. From underneath, straight, sexy legs in stockings peeked out. After a slight pause, I took a step, immediately feeling the sweet scent of her perfume. How nervous I was then! In that time, I had prepared so many beautiful compliments, but all I could squeeze out was: "You look great!" Damn, she already knows that! The light in the hallway came on, illuminating her face. Under the makeup, wrinkles were visible, giving her a unique charm. Larisa didn't seem like an angel you'd want to handle with kid gloves. She was a woman and you wanted to treat her like a woman. Larisa offered tea, but I refused. The conversation turned to the money, which I immediately took out of my pocket and put on the nightstand. Then the woman handed me a towel and told me to wash up thoroughly. Everywhere.
I stepped into the shower, finally warming up after being outside. Alone with myself, understanding the inevitability of what was to come, I started to panic. And the more I tried to pull myself together, the stronger it became. How should I behave next? Go out naked? Or put my underwear on for now. Will I get hard? Well, there was no doubt about that. The tool was pointing up like a sentry, eagerly awaiting its job. The main thing is not to come too soon. Okay, but how do I approach her correctly? How do I start coming on to her? What even awaits me behind that door? Thoughts raced like mad in my brain. One replaced another, only to return soon and remind me of an unresolved problem. Along with them, my body trembled as if from the cold. I even dropped the shower head. I tried to breathe deeply, then, after washing, turned on the cold water. So, I'm paying her money, right? It's clear what Larisa needs from me. Okay. So, I'm calling the shots. She'll have to reckon with that. It'll be as I want. After drying off, I went into the room in my birthday suit. No point in sheathing the sword, as it will be needed in the battle about to erupt. The woman was in the next room, which you could reach by passing through another one.
Larisa: He barged into my room from the bathroom without ceremony. We were alone, and the boy could do whatever he wanted. And who knows what's on his mind. That made everything inside me clench, I felt fear. His eyes were burning like a maniac's. It was a relief that the boy had no other weapon besides what men carry between their legs. And I still know how to tame that. I tried to take the initiative. When Seryozha tried to get from that room into mine, I held the door and from the threshold softly told him to wait. He stepped back. Excellent, the boy listens. It'll be easier from now on. I suggested he lie down on the bed, promising I'd come soon. He did just that.
I stayed alone to gather my thoughts. What am I doing! Before I got together with Valera, I had a rich experience with men. I think I tried everything possible. I know how to give pleasure and what males want. But I almost paid for it with infertility. For many years I couldn't get pregnant and swore that if it happened, I would belong to only one man. Only Valera would get my pussy. But I didn't promise anyone anything about my mouth. Especially since my husband betrayed me so vilely after everything I gave him. And what was happening now wasn't for pleasure. What does the boy understand about this? Can he really please a woman? And it's not for revenge either, although it all coincided so well. I was doing this for the family, for my own daughter, who could end up on the street. Call me a whore? Let it be! Not every whore can earn 18,000 for a blowjob. Well then, I'm ready!
Sergei: When the door to the other room closed, I looked around. There was a large double bed made with dark sheets. On either side, at pillow level, were nightstands with burning candles. In red holders, they filled the room with passion. Soft music was playing from somewhere. A singer with a gentle voice was singing about something in a foreign language. The room smelled of incense.
I couldn't think of anything better than to just lie on my back. I bent my knees to cover my shamelessly erect cock, but then decided to let it be seen. Nothing to be ashamed of, on the contrary, I should be proud of it. My legs went down, and my arms lay at my sides. I tried to breathe deeply to calm down. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. You could not only feel it but hear it. My gaze was drawn to the dance of shadows on the ceiling, coming from the lit candles. The music was background noise, I didn't even listen to it. I just lay there and waited. Waited for what would happen next. Not knowing what to do, and therefore not even moving. How much I had tried with this woman in my fantasies! How much I wanted to do! And right now, ideas abandoned me, making me just helplessly stare at the ceiling.
Larisa: Pulling myself together, I took one last look in the mirror, fixed my hair, and, dropping my robe, went out fully armed. He lay there like a little angel, not moving and obediently awaiting his fate. Light curly hair swirled on his head. His eyes looked somewhere up until I entered. Then they went where they should, trying to see something through my clothes. It seemed there wasn't a spot on my body his eyes didn't pay attention to. Every bit of skin felt that clinging, thirsty gaze. Even my back. And I, in turn, examined him. His strong, muscular body was tanned. Probably, he had recently returned from somewhere warm. Only the place usually hidden by swim trunks remained snow-white. But now I could look there too. A firm stomach with barely visible abs rose and fell rhythmically. Only the unruly tool stuck out indecently, refusing to lie down like the rest of the body. I thought this apparatus would be, hmm... a bit smaller. But it's fine, I've seen all sorts. This is average. A rather thick average... Such a sweet, still such a young boy. No woman had touched him yet. And that thought turned me on. I will be the one to spoil this pure, innocent beauty. I will breathe into him the dirt and sinfulness of adult life.
Larisa: What a brazen one! As soon as I was within reach, he let his hands wander. He immediately tried to lay me down. Okay, I'll explain the rules of the game now. While remaining as friendly as possible, I, at the same time, stood my ground, took his hands, and moved them to my breasts. Boy, you dreamed of touching them, didn't you! Actually, I planned to stay in the corset, but it was squeezing too much. Times change, but clothes don't. So, he's lucky, let him enjoy! And lie down, keep lying down. Today, the little angel's duty is simply to receive pleasure. I'll do the rest. And I know how to do that, believe me! And Seryozha lay down. Little angel, you're so obedient! And mine, completely in my power. His mother, who's my age, has no idea to whom her little son is giving the money she gave him for lunches. The ones he was saving for his dream. Or maybe he even stole from her wallet. Seryozha will pay everything the landlady demanded from us and even add a little extra. I will take her son, his innocence and devotion. Maybe not for long, or maybe forever.
The young man lay there, barely touching my breasts with his hands. I took him by the wrist and pressed him to me, showing him how to caress them. Good boy, you learn fast! I was kneeling on the bed, leaning one hand on his firm stomach, and slowly approached his angelic face. A gentle kiss on the forehead, the cheek, and then on the lips. I lingered on them.
Sergei: Our lips met. For the first time in my life, I kissed a girl. For real, like an adult. And with whom! So many new sensations in this! Her lips were still, and I prayed they would stay that way. I tried to remember all the shades of sensation: the warmth, tenderness, softness of this kiss. Her lips began to move slightly, moistening the space around my mouth and filling them with tenderness. How pleasant it is! But all good things must come to an end. She moved away, playing her sharp-nailed fingers across my torso. Then ran her palm over it. Tired from a hard workout, I felt lightness and peace. What could be better? The woman rose up a little and looked somewhere to the side. Probably waiting for a reaction from me.
Larisa: No, this young man clearly doesn't understand hints! As soon as I moved away to take the massage oil, he pounced again. I sharply freed myself from his grasp. I'll have to explain with words. Which I did. He lowered his hands. Then, as if doubting, touched my shoulder, and then my breast. Goodness, he's afraid of me! And he's right to be! I am a dangerous woman and will become fatal for him. But I can be gentle too if he behaves properly. Stepping over the young man, I positioned myself on the other side. I poured massage oil on his body, to which his male stomach responded with a shudder, dripped some on my hands, then rose up and dramatically lubricated my breasts. You should have seen his face at that moment! How you amuse me, little angel! I leaned down, caressing his strong, masculine body. It's been so long since I've had a strong, young man! I kissed his lips again, then his neck. Began to caress his body with my lips, moving downwards. Just below the chest and to the side, I saw a fresh bruise. Poor thing, must have hurt himself. He had a rough time at practice. I gently kissed that spot so it would heal faster. Having recovered a bit, the boy started letting his hands wander again. The touches to my breasts became more brazen, firmer. Oh yes, be like that, that's right! He stroked my back and stomach, and his hands brazenly moved towards my panties. Stop, not that! But our eyes met, and the little angel whispered tenderly: "I... just... want to look!" Well, how could I refuse!
Sergei: Larisa moved away so I couldn't touch her. She