Our sweet "Owl"
After finishing school, we all often find ourselves at a crossroads in our life's path—where to go, what to do. Many flock to enroll in institutes or technical schools. That's exactly what my friend Vovka and I did—we went to Nikolaev, wanting to enroll in the pedagogical institute.
At the train station, a lively, quick-witted old lady approached us, sensing we were her prospective student tenants, and offered to rent us her apartment. 40 rubles for a month (it would later become clear—from July 15th to August 15th), and then it's either sink or swim… we either go home or get our student IDs. We agreed, gave her the money, and went with her. Her apartment even had a gas water heater. We
washed off the grime from the road and were about to go to sleep, practically shooing out the old lady who kept wanting to chat and share gossip.The next day, we went to our (as we dreamed) future alma mater, listened to a lecture on applicants' rights and consultations, met some guys and girls, fellow applicants. We especially liked two slightly plump girls, went to lunch with them, and naturally, as men, paid for them. Returning to our apartment, we lay down for a nap, but suddenly the doorbell rang—the old lady had shown up. Half-asleep, Vovka glared at her and demanded our money back, saying we were leaving and would look for another option, that we needed to study, not listen to her chatter. The old lady got scared—she didn't want to lose her tenants—and didn't come by again, but she called every day.
On the second day, sitting in the cafeteria with the same girls, we found out they were sleeping at the train station because there were no more spots in the student dormitory. I suggested we live together—they'd pay ten rubles each for the apartment. The girls modestly hesitated for propriety's sake but agreed to come see the place (no charge for the viewing, we'll have some tea and you can think it over). The girls came with us, saw the apartment: two small rooms, one with a sofa bed, a table, a bookcase, and the other with a large bed and a wardrobe. We had some tea, and I slyly suggested the girls take a shower after their journey. They were delighted, only asking us not to peek.
When Nelya and Sveta came out of the bathroom, they were so pleased! They'd wrapped towels into turbans on their heads and looked very homey in their robes. I suggested they cook something themselves, since while they were splashing around, my friend and I had already eaten. There were pelmeni and meat semi-finished products in the fridge (we'd done a bit of shopping yesterday)—heat them up and eat, and also think about the housing situation. We're not strangers anymore, but fellow applicants—members of the same community of future students. And I winked at Vovka and nudged him toward the balcony, as if to say let's have a smoke before bed.
The girls started bustling about in the kitchen, and I said to Vovka: "Quick, let's take a shower, we're pretty sweaty, and then we urgently go to sleep, each in our own bed, got it?" Vovka nodded, and soon, hearing the girls say "Enjoy your steam!" we said: "We're really tired and going to sleep, and you, beautiful girls, when you finish dinner, you can stay here or, if you don't like it, just shut the door—it's a Yale lock." They nodded with their mouths full, and we quickly retreated each to our own room—let the girls decide. Falling asleep (Vovka and I were really tired from the day), through my drowsiness I could hear the friends talking loudly in the kitchen.
Suddenly, I felt it get a bit warm. Turning slightly, I realized one of the friends was lying with me—the tender scent of a girl's body and a subtle perfume. We woke up lying in an embrace—with me was Sveta, lying on her side with her long leg thrown over me. Apparently, in my sleep, I had hugged her waist, and now my hand had slipped onto her silky butt. I really needed to use the toilet, but I was afraid to break our wonderful union. Then Vovka's alarm clock rang, Sveta opened her eyes, gasped, jumped up, and started getting dressed.
"Good morning, beautiful Sveta! Why are you so scared? Let's have breakfast now, have some coffee or tea with sandwiches. It's still early, but we'll go to our 'bursa' soon, okay? And don't be afraid of me, I don't eat tasty, beautiful applicants for breakfast!"
Sveta laughed and everything became easier. Then two disheveled "roommates" crawled into the kitchen from the neighboring room. We had a wonderful breakfast, then we went to the institute, and upon returning to the apartment and having lunch, the girls gave us ten rubles each for rent. But Vovka and I manfully replied that men don't take money from girls. Instead of money—your kitchen duties! Agreed? They were delighted, so naturally, they were staying. We studied wonderfully, soon there was a dictation, and then an essay, so by evening I had exhausted all three of them, making them write dictations twice. In the evening after tea, we sat in the kitchen for a bit, chatted, told each other about ourselves.
And then we were so indignant when Nelya suddenly suggested that Vovka and I sleep together, and they, accordingly, sleep in the second room. I delivered a speech in the style of Trotsky, saying that Vovka and I are heterosexual, and besides, it's somehow improper for the hosts who sheltered the girls to set conditions. So I won't sleep with Vovka, that's that! The girls giggled (apparently testing our attitude towards them), and when Vovka and I went to bed first again, soon Sveta was lying with me. Within a few minutes, we were passionately kissing, and I confessed that I liked her right away. And half an hour later, I realized Sveta was completely "fired up" (I won't even mention myself!), especially when, stroking her legs, I discovered she wasn't wearing panties.
Sveta informed me that she hadn't been a girl for a long time (Nelya either), but immediately laid down the rules—no finishing inside her, we needed to buy so-called "item No. 2" tomorrow, and today she would give me a blowjob, okay? I was thrilled and soon, finishing vigorously in Sveta's sweet, skillful mouth, I quickly fell asleep, very satisfied. In the morning, Vovka came up with an idea—to create our "Union of Merry Applicants" or, abbreviated, SoVA (Союз весёлых абитуриентов). Everyone voted in favor, only Nelya groaned a bit in the morning (as it turned out, Vovka had finished in her butt, dry. He inserted it into her well-used hole without lube). So Nelya was a bit sore, and he filled her entire intestine with his sperm, as Sveta joked—"brought a bucket of sperm with him." So he's not a merry applicant, but a cheeky one! We all laughed together, breakfast went wonderfully. Nelya wasn't against anal, but you need to caress the girl first, lubricate the sphincter well, and only then insert your "rod." So we solved our problems, and soon the members of the "SoVA" society cheerfully headed to their future "Alma Mater."
Strangely enough (or perhaps thanks to the fact that spermotoxicosis wasn't clouding our brains and we were calmly preparing), all four of us passed the exams quite well and soon saw our names on the list of those admitted. The girls stayed in that apartment until classes started, saying they'd called home and their parents would come and bring everything, while Vovka and I went home. There was "joy overflowing" at home, as my little sister joked, and especially my mom was happy. At night, my mommy surprised me a bit—she climbed into bed with me, saying dad wasn't home (as always, on a business trip), and started "interrogating" me about how everything went on the exams, and especially about the girls—whether they got pregnant by us… Then it dawned on me that my mommy was almost crying and trembling, saying her son would soon leave, how would he manage in a strange city. Suddenly her hot kiss burned my lips and it felt so sweet I almost came. Soon, obeying my mommy's hot hands, I was lying between her legs and happily thrusting into her, also getting permission to finish inside my mommy's womb. It was complete ecstasy! Every guy, growing up, dreams of his mommy, who is constantly nearby and often walks around the apartment half-naked (especially in summer), dreams of being between the legs of the person closest to you or inserting his constantly hard cock into her wonderful mouth. And my dream came true! When I kissed my mommy's full, sweet breasts, I was also blissful, listening to her sweet moans of pleasure and bringing my mommy to orgasm.
The next morning, my little sister invited me to the movies, and to my surprise, we were soon kissing in the intimate darkness of the cinema. Returning home, we engaged in anal sex—my sister was still a virgin, but soon wanted to get rid of this "shortcoming." Lera confessed she would miss me, she thinks I'm the coolest guy, so tomorrow she asks me to help her with defloration—that way no one will know and I'll be gentle and affectionate with my own little sister. At night, my mommy wonderfully "slept with" me, but this time I finished in her mouth—dangerous days. erotic stories In the morning, Lera was already ready to become a woman! She climbed into bed with me and pressed her entire naked body against me. I caressed my tender little sister for a long time, kissing her small, sweet breasts and hot stomach, until she herself pulled me on top of her, deftly spreading her slender legs. And soon her loud moan announced that my sister had successfully lost her virginity.
Those two weeks before departure were the most wonderful for me! At night, my mommy could caress me, and during the day I got incredible pleasure from Lera's butt, until she let me into her narrow vagina. Yes—it's not as spacious as mommy's vagina! How wonderful it was to finish in my sister's firm butt, who had already managed to boast to her friends about her new status—she was no longer a girl! I even managed to bring her to orgasm once! That was an absolutely incredible state for Lera!
Soon, Vovka and I were on our way to Nikolaev in excellent spirits, having called our girlfriends in advance about our arrival. Vovka's parents gave him a bunch of money and treats like smoked sausages, and I was happy from the caresses of my mommy and Lera, and my bag was full of excellent smoked sausage. In Nikolaev, Sveta met us at the station and delivered stunning news—our union had dissolved! The girls' fiancés had arrived, they had settled everything with the old lady about renting the apartment. Now their grown-up guys (who had already served in the army) would work in this city and, accordingly, support their student girlfriends. As for us, we needed to hurry to the dean's office—soon they would be assigning spots in the student dormitory. Oh well—our bags would remain full and Vovka and I would eat to our heart's content!
So our sweet "SoVA" didn't last long, but it was very cool, and in our time we gained both experience and pleasure from joint exam preparation with cool, adult girls. Moreover, we gained another life experience—all women are very treacherous! Simply unbelievably cunning and treacherous! Not like us, modest and defenseless young men! They used us to the fullest! But, honestly—we were very pleased with it!