My little friends

Imagine a completely ordinary person, with completely ordinary needs and living conditions. Who wakes up in the morning and goes to work, after work in the summer enjoys evening city strolls, and in the wintertime, like anyone, prefers home comfort. Winter evenings are usually spent not by the TV or with a book anymore—what year is it??? What century is it outside??? TVs have been replaced by computers, the internet, ICQ, games... On one such evening, I met a young guy; as an experienced chatter, light flirting in conversation, teasing phrases led to something more. Online, there is no age, no restrictions

in behavior.

Have you ever had a relationship with a young student??? I was intrigued by his inexperience, and he, on the contrary, by the opportunity to gain experience. He was like a thirsty child, and I enjoyed stirring him up with just one phrase. It wasn't a grand romance, like a college course. Later, this relationship grew into something more. Now, when we talk, he expects praise from me for his choice of girlfriend, advice on his next steps.

It happened that we might not talk for months, and then, through thunder and lightning, we couldn't get enough. Sometimes he would come to me after classes, and we would talk for a long time over a mug of tea or a glass of wine. Sometimes we played with each other, seduced, enjoyed. I like such "no-strings-attached" relationships.

One morning, classes were canceled, and he didn't want to take the long road home. I was home on my day off, and I love to lounge in bed on weekends, catch up on sleep, and wake up with a smile. And he came to me with his friend. Of course, I greeted them, barely managing to cover myself with a robe. I led them to the kitchen and ran off to wash up.

Returning, I embarrassed his friend; he felt awkward in our company. Perhaps he sensed the vibes flying in the air, or maybe it was just youthful shyness. I, often interacting with young people, tried to smooth things over.

After preparing tea with a delicate lotus aroma and sitting between them, I started chatting. I asked about the institute, how he was now entering this wonderful student time, about the teachers, etc. We brightened the conversation with a card game. After a while, we were talking like old, good friends. As the eldest in the company, I led the conversation, but like any girl, I was interested in the most ordinary thing—relationships. I was curious if he had a girlfriend, what she was like, how they kissed, how often they had sex. Just curious.

My friend was used to this kind of question and just smiled when I asked about a girlfriend. It turned out he didn't have a girlfriend... "Could it be he hasn't even kissed???" flashed through my mind, and immediately slipped off my tongue. Blushing a little, the friend answered that he had never kissed. "Don't you want to feel the taste of lips, the moisture of a tongue???" God, I completely embarrassed this boy... And my hand jerked, fingers touching his lips... I quickly pulled my hand away and felt cramped between these two young men.

Looking into my friend's eyes and seeing no objection there, I shifted my gaze to his friend: "Do you want me to kiss you??? Just like that." I brought my lips closer to his and lightly touched them. He held his breath and, from excitement, parted his lips slightly. I gently embraced his lower lip with mine and pulled it a little. He leaned in, probably afraid to miss the moment. My tongue slipped in, and I felt its moisture, its wetness. I caressed his tongue with mine, played, teased, tickled, hid, probed into the little cave. And... And... And the kiss got out of control. He pressed against me and explored my mouth, teased me; we weren't being tender anymore but were openly biting.

The thought of our mutual friend brought me back to earth; he was sitting right there, openly watching. I gave him a guilty look, pecked his lips, and smiled. Then I looked at his friend's swollen lips, raised my eyes to his, and said: "Do you want me to show you my breasts?", parting my robe at the chest. Taking his hand in mine, I brought it to my breast. His hand was trembling; I saw fear and excitement in his eyes, I saw fire in them. And the guy couldn't tear his gaze or hand away from my breast. I shifted my gaze to my friend, took his hand, and also brought it to my breast, as if to say, show him what to do. He began to caress, stroke, knead a little, sometimes pressing harder in places, pinching in others. The trembling hand timidly tried to move, but it was sweeter. I was enjoying it. "Come on, why aren't you trying!!!" And then I felt lips on my nipples; they were tweaking, biting, sucking, nibbling... I thought I wouldn't last! My friend slipped into my panties and settled there with his finger, caressing and arousing me more and more. I was no longer there; I was no longer just an experienced adult; I was already a depraved woman who wasn't satisfied and wanted more. Gently nudging the friend, his hand replaced my friend's hand, and, not knowing what to do, by instinct he caressed my mound. These weren't familiar movements; it was something new, wild.

I quickly lay back in a semi-reclining position, spreading my legs, I invited him to caress me there with his tongue. I moved in rhythm with his tongue and tried to press as close as possible. Harder!!! Suck me harder!!!

My friend knows I like slightly painful caresses; he bit my nipples, breasts, caressed my ear. And his hand stroked my thighs, where his friend's head was sticking out. Then he moved over to him, and I felt indescribable pleasure. They were already poking fingers and sucking juices... Fingers poked into one hole, then the other. One finger, two fingers, three fingers... I was like on a seesaw, from one to the other. Then my friend suddenly got up, took off his underwear, and entered. His friend began to caress my breasts, no longer shy, and I helped him take off his pants. He moved sharply, quickly, apparently had been waiting a long time, and quickly came on my stomach. I love it when that happens! Sperm rubbed on the stomach smoothly transitions into a new caress. So, stroking, he moved a little away from me, my knees remained spread, and a pleasant coolness swept over my clitoris. Caressing my stomach and sometimes my girl, he stepped aside, giving way to his friend. I smiled at this moment of innocence. As, searching for my hole, his friend poked at my clitoris. I could have helped, but I wanted to torment him. Entering me, he began to explore and thrust gently, and then fuck me with all his might. My friend sat down next to me, his lips enveloped my nipple and sucked it hard, and his hand made its way to my clitoris. I came with a loud cry. And trembled with joy. His friend came a little earlier; I didn't notice, I was in a euphoria of sensations. I returned to reality, looking at myself from the outside with spread legs, with the friend between them and my sweet boy next to me.

I leaned close to my friend's ear and said, "I hope you're not mad at me..." After that, I sat on the floor and sat his friend in front of me. I wanted to feel his little one in my mouth. Spreading his legs a little, I got to my favorite activity. Every cock is like a new toy; you want to explore it everywhere. I touched his scrotum with my fingers, and with my tongue, with light movements, brought him to a standing state. From base to tip, and from tip to base, sometimes lightly sucking with my lips, like ice cream. I licked the head with my wet little tongue and took it into my mouth between my lips, caressing it with my tongue. And then suddenly swallowed it and jerked him off. Played with his balls, swallowing them one by one or running my tongue between them. And returned to the head. Then I sucked, first fast and hard, then slow and gentle, then suddenly switched to another contrast. He didn't last long and came in my mouth, mmmmmmm, the taste of sperm on the lips is an extraordinary pleasure. Getting up from the floor, I leaned close to him, gently pecking his lips, thanking him for the pleasure. He ran his fingers over my breasts down to my girl and between my lips.

But I turned my back to him, walked over to my friend—he was jerking off. I smiled... how cute. I'm sucking his friend, and he's jerking off over it. "Do you want me to caress you, or maybe you just want to fuck me." At the word fuck, I turned around; his friend was watching spellbound. And my friend suddenly stood up and put me on my knees on the kitchen sofa, ass towards him. Bending me over, he pushed his cock into my ass. Spitting there and lubricating it with fluid from my other hole, he began to fuck me with all the energy that had built up in him when I was caressing his friend. I looked at his friend and saw that he was already in a state like a tin soldier and called him over. After a little repositioning, I ended up on top of the friend, and my friend was behind. I've always dreamed of trying two holes at once. They were tearing me apart. I no longer felt anyone pinching my nipples or pulling my hair. I only felt them. Fuck after fuck, in turn, simultaneously, with rhythm, without rhythm. They fucked me to the fullest. The guys came simultaneously. They carefully pulled out of me. And I couldn't move my legs afterward. My friend gently ran his finger over my ass and felt how my flesh pulsed. And his friend just sat and stared into space. I was under the influence of new sensations. But that's where we ended. I took a shower, then sent the guys off one by one.

And then they went home.