Bastard love. Part 2:(attempt at writing)

Bastard love. Part 2:(attempt at writing)

“The crow croaked into the crow's throat:

The cheese fell out - there was a cheat with it. "


Prologue.


Have you seen the woman in stockings? Not simply dressed for a lover, and wearing them all the time ... I've seen. It is a pity that now almost no one wears them. Well, girls sometimes wear newfangled things, with an elastic band holding the stocking on the thigh, that's not it. Real stockings are worn with a belt! And it doesn't have to be like a simple string. He should cover his tummy, up to the pubis, giving free rein to the imagination and urging thoughts ...


These items of clothing and seduction are almost lost, however, there are still women who understand a lot about them ...


So my mother wore stockings. Everyday. I have sometimes seen the process of putting them on. Not on purpose ... It happened. Although I must admit that he turned me on so ... Well, I myself adjusted some accidents. And once I even completely spied this ritual! No, do not think that the belt is worn like in the movies under the panties. Quite the opposite, it is worn on top, and even so much sexier than underneath. Perhaps it's harder to fuck this way, but "there is at least one way out of all hopeless situations!"


“What is all this for?” You ask. It’s just that it all started ...


1. Insight.


When I quite accidentally discovered that our teacher of Higher Mathematics Ekaterina Petrovna wears stockings. I was surprised and began to observe her more closely. Judging by the secondary signs I saw, she wore them with a belt. How did you see it? It's simple. She liked to stand, leaning slightly against the chair, transferring all the weight of her body to the leg closest to the support. At this time, her opposite thigh was slightly bent, and against the background of the covered skirt, the contours of the sexy belt were very clearly visible, and sometimes even the elastic bands holding the stocking. As far back as I can remember, she always came to class in a rather tight-fitting skirt on the palm above the knees, a light blouse, and a jacket. On hot days, a jacket was not worn, and then, under the thin fabric, one could see the contours of decent breasts, pulling off a thin lace bra.


As far as I knew, she was thirty-five and very sexy and attractive. Only because of her, I did not miss a single additional lesson and attended all the electives that she taught. No, I have not fallen in love. I just wanted her. He wished with every fiber of his soul and constantly dreamed of how I would plant her on the very ... Well, you yourself know!


Of course, I not only dream but also studied her: character; habits; the ins and outs that I could get. She was also the wife of our dean. And student's tongues rattled that he was henpecked. Isn't it a place to use force to get additional bonuses? There was some dark story in her biography before she married our dean, but I could not "dig it out." The only thing that one stranger told me over a liter of vodka - she was caught or a story about the intimate relationship of Katya (as I now called her) and a student surfaced. But the case was let down on the brakes and buried in the annals and 

stories.


A year has already passed since I seduced my sister and got acquainted with the possibilities of sex. You can say that I immediately received the maximum lessons in the main disciplines. The impetus was given and did not go to waste. During this time, I fledged, naturally played love, quickly bringing my passions to bed. I changed my friends several times. For some reason they all had one fad: "Since we are close, then it's time to play a wedding!" But I had no intention of getting married! I wanted to make a career, get big money and live as I want, and not according to the rules of society, counting a penny. Of course, I didn’t voice it out loud, but I acted on this principle. And one more feature I met with all my girls when they were under stress. As my sister blurted out:


- You have a gift Earring, - stroking my penis after the next "last" warm-up in the bed.


- This one? - I press her hand tighter to the trunk of the phallus.


She is silent for a while, and then answers:


- And it's the same. But, most importantly, you know how to comfort, immediately disposing to yourself. You say banal things, but so that it’s impossible not to believe you ... Well, and your excellent physical shape ... It’s easy to make contact with you, and then ... It’s hard to get off ... She bent down and kissed my head and then she put her tongue into action.


2. While everyone is at sea ...


I walked along the corridor of the institute and saw the lecture door ajar. It was the "abode" of my dark passion: Catherine or Katya. In theory, she shouldn't have been here. As far as I know, now in all departments tables were laid and women were congratulated. The seventh of March, the day before the holiday ... Having become interested, I approached and carefully looked into the audience. It was empty. But there was also a closet used as a warehouse and resting place. I've been there a couple of times. Cupboards with aids, an old sofa, a table, and even a window ... The door to the closet was closed, and from there could be heard suppressed sobs.


I went to the door itself and listened. The sounds were clearly made by one person. Looks like a woman and I knew exactly who she was. Quietly opening the door, I entered. “My” Katya was sitting on the couch. She was crying softly, with difficulty restraining her sobs. Her crumpled jacket lay nearby. All in herself and her feelings, Katerina did not hear me. After standing for a minute, I stepped forward and sat down on the sofa next to me, and asked:


- What happened Ekaterina Petrovna? Who offended you.


She shuddered, turning her tear-stained face to me, and immediately turned away.


“Go away,” she said with difficulty, “go away, please, Seryozha,“ I’m fine now, I’m fine, ”and began to wipe away the tears that poured out with renewed vigor with her hand.


I took out a handkerchief and handed it to her:


- Take it. It's clean ...


She automatically took the handkerchief and held it to her eyes. Then she abruptly got up and went to the window with her back to me. The bright spring sunbathed her with light, played in her slightly reddish hair.


- I can help?


- Not. Just go away. No one will help me ... - she said with some despair.


Her shoulders drooped, 

and she burst into tears again. I got up, walked over, and hugged her by the shoulders. She shuddered, tried to pull away, but froze. My heart thumped like a hammer. I realized this is my chance! Probably not the last, but the first one to introduce himself.


Remembering my sister's words, I spoke, hugging her to me. She froze, listening sometimes sobbing. As we talked, I began to stroke her shoulders, neck and, finally, my hands went over her breasts. I felt such excitement that I was ready right now to spread her on the couch and kiss, caress, or maybe hurt her if she resisted. These charms, which seemed to burn even through my blouse, did not fit in my hands. I bent down, inhaling the scent of her hair, and slowly kissed her neck.


At that moment, she seemed to wake up, broke free from my embrace, and turned her face. It turned crimson from the rush of blood and Katya, for some reason, stammering in a whisper, said:

- What are you! What are you doing ... why?


- I like you Katya ... - I first called her name in her eyes, - and I want you so much ... - I pulled the pliable body to me, kissing her.


- No ... Don't ... - weakly and not convincingly she began to pull away, pronouncing these words between my kisses. But then it was as if something broke in her, and she answered me ...


I hugged her to me even tighter, realizing that now she is mine! That's it! She got caught ... Again a long kiss while my hands explore her back and ass. A tremor of expectation and now my hand with difficulty lifts up her skirt, stroking her buttocks, waist, belted with a belt, thighs covered with stockings. And the lips continue to kiss the face, going down the neck into the cut of the blouse.


- No ... You can't ... - the last attempt at resistance. The struggle between the desire to cuddle up to me and drown in passion, or kick me out!


Although it’s a hedgehog, I’ve come for a long time and I won’t leave of my own free will.


- Well, what are you doing to me ... Seryozhenka ... - a quiet sob, and she hugs me herself, and her hands pull the half-verse off me.


Katya froze again, looking pleadingly into my eyes, and her lips whisper:


- Not! It is impossible ... Here everything is open ... They can enter ...


My gaze stops on a bunch of keys on the table.


- Wait ... I am now ... Quickly ... - I grab the keys and fly out of the closet.


Feverishly looking for the right one, I lock the door. I return immediately. She again stands by the window looking into the distance. I go over and hug her. My hands gently but persistently stroke her breasts, unbuttoning her blouse along the way. She doesn't resist, but she doesn't help me either.


“Well, you can't,” she says in a trembling voice.


- Why? - without stopping to undress her.


- I'm married ... - holding her blouse by the collar, she says, - and much older than you ...


- For me, you are the only one! - I whisper in her ear, - the only one and age, and even more so marriage does not matter!


“But I…” She sighs loudly as I pull on my bra and slide it up, freeing her breasts.


- You are mine! - I say firmly, - only mine! I am not you 


let go!


A moan escapes from her in response to the fact that I twist her nipples and massage her breasts.


- But how ... - she does not finish the phrase.


I turn her to face me, bend down, covering the matte smooth and such captivating hemispheres with kisses.


- Seryozhenka ...


- ... - I grab the nearest nipple with my lips, and the other hand slips down, lifting up my skirt.


- ... - she tries to say something through moans and freezes as soon as my palm is pressed to the pubis.


I do not hurry. Reluctantly, I tear myself away from the nipple that I was sucking and raise my eyes. Katya threw her head back slightly, biting her lips. The eyes are slightly narrowed and dragged. She wants me and is waiting for the next step. I can feel her trembling. Soft fabric and slightly springy hairs under it are felt under the palm. The palm slides a little lower, and the middle finger moves slowly, pressing forward against her vulva. The cloth is damp and a little sobbing under my finger. It is understandable that my passion "flowed"! Almost immediately, a wet spot appears under the finger, spreading to the sides. I loosen the pressure without removing my hands. But no, she doesn't want that! Purely reflexively, her hips moved forward, pressing against her palm.


- I want you! I whisper on the verge of audibility.


- ... - she sighs, - I'm the same ...


I hook the edge of the panties on my thigh with my finger and pull it to the side. The second finger strokes the pubic hair, feeling for the clitoris. Groping, I press on him. She twitches, and again I dig my lips into the nipple.


- Yes ... - she whispers, - stroking my hair with her hand, - even more ...


I break away from the seductive body and start to convulsively undress her. The first to fly on the table is a blouse, followed by a bra. I had to tinker with the skirt, but it also goes to the general pile. I had to kneel down, but that's for the best. The pulled-back panties never came back into place, clinging to the bloody, swollen lips. I bring my face closer to the vulva, inhale such a familiar and at the same time unfamiliar exciting scent of this woman. Not quite mine yet, but ready to surrender and become one. My cock has been cramped in my pants for a long time, but not yet up to it. I pull my panties aside and run my tongue over the thick rolls of my lips.


- Groan!


- Do you like it?


- Highly...


I break away and look at the body. The tummy is tightened with a light belt fabric. It shines a little polished. Right and left, right in the middle of the thighs, white elastic bands tend to go down, holding thin almost transparent stockings. They are high, reaching almost to the groin. Pink bows at the junction with the stocking hide the clasps. The belts my mom wears have four elastic bands. The one I'm studying is six. Three for each stocking. And panties? Painfully white eyes ... Not a single wrinkle, except for those that I created by shifting them. Material, soft in appearance, a little rough.



Again I run my tongue over the vulva this time, trying to get inside. Katya slightly spreads her knees to the sides, bends her tummy forward, and presses my face to the bosom with her hands.


- Caress me, it is so ...


I don't answer, I can't, •••


my tongue penetrates the hot depths of soft flesh, exploring and caressing it. While my head is busy, I can hardly unbutton my pants and pull them on my hips along with my panties. Helping me, she throws her head back, bending forward even more, and spreads the petals of her small lips to the sides with her hands. Now the tongue and lips slide freely over the inner glossy surface. I stop and slightly bite the hood that hides the clitoris. She twitches, groans, and begins to slowly move her hips from side to side. I raise my right hand and my finger slowly plunges into the vagina while my tongue and lips caress the clitoris. The second hand eagerly caresses the penis, slowly sliding back and forth along the trunk and pulling the foreskin so that the shiny skin on the head of the penis almost bursts from tension.

I tear myself away from her bosom and pull towards the sofa. She takes a step and tries to sit on it. But I make her stand on all fours, putting her ass in my direction.


“Spread your buttocks,” I ask.


She, sighing, lies down with her chest on the sofa, and I run my thumb over the slippery surface from the bottom up and slowly insert it into the vagina. It sloshes loudly, and I freely fall inside. I spit on my other hand and grease the head. I press my thumb upward, stretching the already large darkening hole. The finger slides out and slides along the perineum to the darkening sphincter. I get up, put my head to the opening of the vagina, and slowly as if reluctantly, press my hips. A member freely enters there until I rest my hips against her buttocks. A sob, a sigh of relief ... I stop, getting used to a new place. I feel like the head rested against the uterus


- Come on ... - Katya demands.


I begin to move, twisting my hips slightly. She arches her back, protruding her ass high. My movements are accelerating, and now I walk back and forth tirelessly drilling it. Forward - a slap of the thighs on the ass, exit - the head almost leaves the bosom and again. Sobbing ... Moans ... Her and mine ... Resounding blows ... Testicles swinging, banging against the hips. I begin to massage the anus with my thumb. Katya tenses, but only moans. At the time of the next entrance, synchronously with the penis, I penetrate the sphincter with my finger. It comes in tightly despite the abundant lubrication. The moan is choked with a cry:


- No ... Don't ... There ...


I am silent, increasing the speed without removing my finger. Katyusha twists her ass, holding her buttocks with her hands, and at the same time tries to scratch mine out of the anus with her finger.


- It hurts ... Take it out ...


- Have you tried it? - I wonder.


“No… get it,” she pleads.


Slowly I take out my finger and again begin to massage the pink "star" of the sphincter with it. A pacified sigh of relief. As a punishment at the exit, I leave the bosom and stop. Katya freezes. Slowly turns his head in my direction and moans pleadingly:


- Yet! Come on?!


Unable to bear it, I lean forward, sliding my head along the wet pink crevice. When the tip hits her clitoris, she flinches.


- So! Stronger, - she persuades me.


- Don't rush me, - I slap her bulging ass, leaving a red mark.


- Please, - Katya begs.


I accelerate a little, pressing my penis to the vulva.


- How good ...


On the next pitch, I correct the direction and pierce the vagina.


- No, come back ... - again •••


she asks.


I got tired of her claims, and I again accelerated, while playing with my hand with the clitoris.


The silence, broken by our breath, suddenly "thickens". The body beneath me trembled, twitched, a muffled cry was heard. Her buttocks shook, and spasms ran through my stomach, intensifying with each thrust. She came ... Rough twitching, small tremors, and howling. Quiet on the verge of audibility and gnashing of teeth in an attempt not to shout loudly.


The vagina throbbed in vain attempts to squeeze, to slow down my movement, giving me additional stimuli. When it calmed down, I got out of it and turned it over onto my back. He lifted his legs up and pressed them as best he could to his chest and again with a push he plunged into the bosom. After a couple of passes, he made me cross my legs. The pressure on the penis in the vagina increased, and I chased after an orgasm.


We changed positions a couple more times. We tried it on the side, but the sofa was narrow and I had to constantly hold it. Then Katya perched on top. It was then that I drove up. I, breathing heavily and restraining myself, puffed out:


- In you can I?


- Yes ... - without delay she answered again, starting to shake, - I have no ... days ... - did not finish the phrase curled into a ball by spasms of orgasm.


This was the impetus for me too. I poured into her, continuing to move, and after the semen began to squish, in an attempt to leave the vagina. We, floundered for another ten minutes, experiencing all the vicissitudes of orgasm - from convulsive twisting of muscles in sweat, to complete relaxation. After sitting on my falling fighter Katya a little more


breathing heavily, crawled off him, and immediately lay down uneasily, and almost fell down next to me.


We lay in silence embracing. I lightly stroked her breasts and nipples while she stroked my fallen organ.


- Did you like it? I asked.


- ... - she just buried her face in my shoulder hiding.


- To me very much! I've wanted this for so long! - and kissed her on the lips.


- Do you like me?


- Very much, - I did not misrepresent.


The desire to possess such a woman can not be hidden. And why lie?


- You are good ... But we cannot be together ... - she began again.


Had to shut her mouth with a kiss. And to myself, I thought:


- These reflections, if they are not stopped, can become a problem ... - I did not want to think further ...


Then we got up and started getting ready. Katerina kept groaning that her clothes were wrinkled. Well, after all, she herself did not fold them, and we did not have time for that!


- How are we going to get out of here? - she suddenly asked


- Let's get up, open the door and leave.


- And if they see us? Moreover, they will understand that we have locked the door from the inside?


- So what? - I did not understand.


- There will be conversations, it will come to my husband ...


- You are mine! - I pulled her head to my face, - and I don't care who sees what! And no one will say anything to anyone, ”I firmly assured her.


- Okay, go open the door and leave immediately. Leave the keys at the door. I'll be out a little later, ”she gave the introductory letter.


- Well ... Then before after the holidays, - I kissed her, stroked her ass, not yet tied into a skirt, 

and went out.


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