Tanechka, Tanyushka
Sometimes in life, there are moments when you wonder — what would have happened if I had acted differently back then? It was the last day of August. An old school friend invited me to his wedding. He was marrying our classmate, whom I had a crush on back in school, but she chose him instead. They dated for a long time, breaking up and getting back together, and finally decided to get married.
There were many guests invited. Mostly relatives, whom I didn't know. There were young people too. Not many of my acquaintances were there. But even at the registry office, Tanya, a girl from the parallel class, approached me. We hadn't seen each other in a very long time and, although
we didn't really communicate much in school, we quickly found common ground and decided to stick together.Tanyushka was a plump brunette, short, with a cute face and a fairly decent bust. She was wearing a light dress that barely reached her knees. At that time, I was already dating a girl. I wouldn't say she was beautiful, but I was drawn to her. And in bed, she was simply superb. So, I had no desire to start a new relationship; my nature is such that I don't chase two hares at once. Although, maybe I should have back then.
Tanya, as it seemed to me at first glance, also wasn't eager to start anything serious, just some light flirting. After going through all the ceremonies at the registry office and, as per tradition, driving around all the city spots that newlyweds visit, we arrived at the cafe where a table was already set for the guests.
At the table, Tanya and I split up and sat not together, but opposite each other. An old acquaintance sat down next to me, and we started drinking cold vodka to the happiness of the newlyweds. Shot after shot, and soon I felt good. We went to dance and participate in the competitions offered by the toastmaster. It was fun. The groom and bride introduced everyone, and I no longer felt out of place. I even stopped thinking about Tatyana. Slow dances began. A couple of times, I chose different girls and mature women as partners. But then a "ladies' choice" dance was announced, and Tanyushka came up to me herself. After that, I became her escort for the rest of the evening. But even then, I couldn't have imagined what continuation this stranger's celebration would have.
When the banquet was coming to an end and everyone was preparing for the festive fireworks, Tanya and I were dancing the last slow dance, and I felt her press against me more tightly than usual and rest her head on my chest, but I didn't pay much attention to it. Maybe the girl was just tired from dancing. Then we went out with everyone to watch the fireworks. Tanyushka put her arm around my waist and, pressing against me, watched the bright lights flash in the night sky. I also put my arm around her shoulders and held her close. That's how we stood until the end of the spectacular display, like a couple in love. But still, a little worm began to gnaw at my heart — was I doing the right thing?
After the banquet ended, the guests began to head home. I went to walk Tanyushka home. We walked, chatted about old acquaintances, about school, about work, and before we knew it, we reached her house. I was already preparing to say goodbye, but she suddenly said, "Are you really sending me home? Let's take a walk some more. It's warm outside, and even warmer in pleasant company!" I didn't mind, and we walked towards my place. There was a courtyard with swings where we settled down. The conversation turned to relationships between the sexes. Tanyushka didn't have a steady boyfriend and complained that she either met guys obsessed only with sex or "nerds" who spent whole days at the computer. I told her about my girlfriend but said it wasn't anything serious, we had just started dating.
Word by word, an hour flew by. In August, it already gets cool. And Tanyushka got cold. Since I was wearing a T-shirt, I put my denim shirt over her and hugged her. She seemed to melt in my embrace, her head lifted, and Tanyushka slightly parted her plump lips. But I still hesitated. The little worm kept me from taking a decisive step. Tanyushka helped me. She pressed her lips to mine and, breaking down all my barriers, I responded to her passionate kiss.
Our tongues intertwined and played with each other, now in my mouth, now in Tanyushka's. My hand reached for her breast and rested on it, giving a slight squeeze. Tanya moaned. I slipped into her décolletage and, finding her nipple under her bra, squeezed it. Tanyushka pressed her lips to mine even more fervently. My hand massaged her breast more and more actively, making Tatyana moan louder. The dress was inconvenient, tight, too form-fitting on her body, which hindered my actions. I took my hand off her breast and unzipped the back zipper. Then I pulled down her white bra as much as possible and pressed my lips to her nipple. My hand rested on Tanya's knee and crept upward. Tanyushka slightly parted her legs, letting it move up. I felt her panties, which were already damp, and through them began to caress her hot cave. Tanya, moaning, stroked my head and kissed my neck. I moved the elastic of her panties aside and, finding her clitoris, began to caress it with my fingers, squeezing and stroking. Tanya pressed against me harder. "Yes, yes, my dear!" she whispered. I raised myself up, and we again merged in a passionate kiss. And my fingers were already wandering between the petals of her bud. I divide women's vaginas into two types. The first is when the labia are already open and peek out. The second is when they are hidden and open up when a woman is highly aroused. I prefer the second type, and Tanya belonged to that category.
After some time of my caresses, Tanya's vagina opened up to me completely. With my index and middle fingers, I penetrated inside the volcano breathing heat and flowing with lava, and with my thumb, I began to massage her clitoris. Tanya squeezed her legs, causing a slight pain in my hand, and let out a long, quiet moan. I understood she had come. Breathing heavily, she pleaded, "Come to my place, please. I want to feel you inside me. I want to give you pleasure. This won't obligate you to anything." Of course, I agreed. My cock was so aroused it was ready to shoot right there, especially since I wanted to try this maiden's body in a pleasant setting, to examine and caress her in subdued light. I helped her zip up her dress and, holding hands, we headed to Tanyushka's place.
Starting from the hallway, kissing, we began to tear each other's clothes off. At the doorway to the room (the apartment was a one-room) Tanyushka's dress flew off. She was left in just her bra and panties. Then my shirt and T-shirt ended up on the floor. In the room, I tore off her bra and buried my lips in the nipple of one breast, then the other. With quick, chaotic movements, she tried to pull off my jeans. I helped her by unbuttoning and pulling them down, freeing my stallion. Her panties were literally ripped off by my hands. Tanya threw her legs over my shoulders, and with my hand, I guided my cock to her vagina.
Like a battering ram, my tip broke through her gates. She cried out and, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulled me to her. With my cock, like a piston, I began to work in her wet slit. It took me seven or eight assertive, passionate thrusts to abundantly fill all her insides. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
echoed through the room — Tanyushka was also coming, squeezing my neck with her legs. I fell on her and pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues met again in a passionate kiss. "Oh, I feel so good. It's been a long time since I felt this wonderful!" Tanya babbled, breathing heavily.
We lay like that, without changing position and chatting, for about fifteen minutes. "I'm going to take a shower, and you can join me if you want!" Tanyushka said and, throwing on a robe, headed to the bathroom. I flopped onto my back and rested. The sound of the shower water lured me. I got up and went to the bathroom. My cock dangled between my legs, a trickle of semen dripping from it.
Tanya was caressing herself under the gentle streams of water. I climbed into the bathtub and hugged her from behind by the shoulders. My softened but still swollen cock pressed between her buttocks. She wiggled her behind and arched her back. With my hand, I pulled back the foreskin of my cock and began to slide the head between her labia and the cheeks of her butt. The water from the shower, falling on Tanyushka's back, flowed down onto our instruments of pleasure, washing them.
After rinsing my cock a bit between Tanya's labia and anus, I knelt down, took hold of the halves of her appetizing butt with both hands, spread them apart, revealing to my gaze the opened gates of pleasure and the brown hole of her anal opening, and buried my lips in all this beauty. My tongue parted the labia and penetrated inside, making circular motions. With the thumb of my right hand, I stroked the chocolate hole, pressing lightly on it and gradually penetrating its depths. Finally, it passed the natural resistance of the anus. I inserted it to the base and began to perform an internal massage of the anal opening. Tanya began to sway her hips for me — it was clear she liked it. I replaced my tongue with two fingers of my left hand and began to work them inside Tanyushka, reaching the deepest parts of her vagina. Her clitoris didn't go unattended either. My tongue completely switched to it, licking and sucking it into my mouth. Then my fingers, which were caressing Tanyushka's gates of pleasure, felt something inside, some protrusion. I began to actively rub it. Not even ten seconds passed before Tanya, moaning "Mmmmmmmmmmmm-yes-yes, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!", came violently, hanging onto my hands. "O-o-o-o! No one has ever found the source of my pleasure except me. You're the first. Oh, how grateful I am to you!" With these words, she took me by the hand, and we, without turning off the water, rushed to the room, faster to the bed of pleasure.
When Tanya got heated up, which was noticeable by the frequency of her head movements on my cock and her hand between her legs, she stopped giving me a blowjob, climbed on top, and impaled herself on my pole all the way to my scrotum.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a!" — bouncing on my dick, Tanyushka moaned. I slipped my hand between our merged bodies and began to caress her clitoris. Tanya accelerated her ride. She grabbed her breasts and began squeezing them hard, and then even took one of her nipples into her mouth — fortunately, the size allowed — and began sucking and biting it. An orgasm didn't keep her waiting. She let go of her breasts and, leaning back and bracing herself firmly against my legs, began working her hips so fast that I had to hold my cock to keep it from slipping out of her at an inopportune moment. "Ye-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-s!" echoed through the room. Tanya fell on me and hugged my neck.
But my orgasm hadn't arrived yet, though it was also at its peak. Without changing position, I took the limp Tanyusha by the waist and began working my hips. First slowly, then accelerating the pace. Tanya, lying relaxed on me, tensed up again. She rose slightly off me and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues met. The pace was already frantic. I felt the approach of orgasm by the tension in my cock and a slight pain in my testicles. But Tanya, it seemed, was in the same state. She again tightly hugged my neck and pressed her whole body against me. "Yes, my love, yes, faster, faster. A-a-a-a-a-a! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" I couldn't hold back either and cried out. My cock shot semen into Tanyushka's vagina like a "Katyusha" rocket launcher, in whole salvos. And Tanya simply lost it. It seemed like she didn't even understand where she was. Her eyes darted and rolled back as if she were losing consciousness. Her mouth was slightly open, from which came ragged breathing. I loosened my grip on her waist, and she slid off me onto the bed with a moan. Shivers kept running through Tanyushka's body, even though the room was warm. I hugged her and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around mine and dozed off.
I didn't feel like sleeping. I got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. The electric kettle boiled quickly. I poured myself a cup, sat down at the table, and began to ponder the events of that night. Doubts gnawed at me more and more — had I done the right thing. And even though I had no obligations to my girlfriend, let alone to Tanya, I still didn't feel very good.
After drinking my coffee, I went into the room. Tanya was lying on her stomach, arms and legs spread. In the light of the nightlight, her opened vagina beckoned to me. But I fought off the desire, quickly got dressed, and went into the hallway. A notepad lay on the table. I opened it to the first page and scribbled with a pen, "Tanyusha! What happened between us — it's wonderful! I really like you! But I need to sort out my feelings and make a decision! I have your mobile number!"
A stupid act, a stupid message. I never called her.
Prаеtоriаn, prаеtоriаn_79@mаil.ru
20.02.2008