TRY MA-MA, TRY JAGA-JAGA

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TRY MA - MA, TRY JAGA-JAGA

I won’t say that military service in a shabby construction battalion was so hard, hungry and sad, but I returned home thin and thoughtful. I passionately wanted a woman's love.

It would seem that by right of a demobilized young guy, take girls - I don’t want to, but I was somehow embarrassed. And they were taken away from me, as they say, from under my nose. This was the only branch of my army that was lumpen.

I myself was considered an “aristocratic” boy - my parents were journalists. They died. They were carried away on an ice floe into the ocean...

And I ended up in the construction battalion due to a

misunderstanding. And I didn’t do hard work there. So, I shifted the papers. Well, that's a different story.

So, sexual desire grew... and, oh, with what sweetness I jerked off in secluded corners, having seen enough of naked, slender legs.

However, such discharges provided only temporary relief, while the general sexual thirst only increased.

I’m ashamed to say, I remained a virgin.

I tried to find an outlet for sexual energy in creativity: I composed songs and sang them with a guitar, thereby trying to attract the attention of the fair half of humanity.

Well, girls are subtle, feeling, intuitive creatures.

So they unmistakably intuited my eternal indecision, and treated me more like a girlfriend than a potential gentleman.

And I just smiled stupidly. What else?..

I remember my cousin came to visit me with her classmate Natasha. So, imagine, this Natasha liked my singing. And, delighted, at night she herself crawled into bed with me.

But I really want her, and I’m terribly worried, my teeth are already chattering: what if nothing happens?!

And my penis shrank from fear and was pulled into my body. Natasha ran her hand over it, understood everything, sighed and left my bed.

How ashamed, offended, annoying I was. It's even scary. What will happen next?

In the morning my guests left. And I masturbated and masturbated, imagining how I was proving my worth to Natasha and, only having relieved myself, I became calm and indifferent.

At that time, VCRs and the coveted porn began to appear. I don’t remember by what miracle, I bought such a tape recorder, and the very first porno cassette literally stunned me. Oh, what dicks those men had!

Mine wasn’t even close to them. And I again masturbated sweetly, realizing my insignificance, and suffering from the fact that porn might be harmful (then there were such rumors), and I would become forever and completely impotent.

And here, too, as in the beginning, porn gave only temporary peace, but did not satisfy my passion to possess a woman.

I wandered through the streets of the city like the plague, greedily looking at the girls, caressing them in my dreams. But in reality I didn’t dare. And I almost cried.

My friends and peers all had girlfriends. They boasted to each other about their sexual victories. All I could do was envy.

At the same time, secretly, and sometimes openly, he recorded sexual pleasures on a tape recorder and on weekends, also alone, at high volume, listened to these tapes, apparently enjoying the triumph he had experienced.

Often, at night, when he was making his next recording, I would tiptoe to the door of his room and, greedily sticking my ear to his door, again masturbate, afraid of giving myself away.

I heard how Igor insulted his partners while fucking, and, as if spurring them, spanked them. And covered with goosebumps of passion, he envied his successful neighbor.

I must say that our relationship with Igor did not work out right away. He took over our territory and had little regard for me and my problems. For example, I scrubbed the bathtub all the time because I love cleanliness.

He ​​easily could not have drained the water in the same bathroom (not to mention washed it after himself). And his many girlfriends also didn’t bother to clean up after themselves. But all these washing and cleaning products were also on my budget...

Oh, these girlfriends. They jumped out of his room, sometimes without bras, or even completely naked, rushed along the corridor for some reason, sometimes I even ran into them. They forgot underwear in common places.

My neighbor and I never came into open conflict. But mutual hostility grew.

And we had a courier in the theater - Lenochka. Somewhere my age. Such a dark-haired, oriental beauty. So I immediately fell for her. Moreover, it seemed to me that she was not indifferent to me either, because on her birthday I presented her with a separate bouquet, and she accepted it and, squinting in trepidation, greedily inhaled the oily aroma of those white roses.

I decided to invite her to the cinema. But that day I didn’t dare. Postponed for the next one. I didn't sleep all night. He was determined, rehearsing his invitation until the morning...

However, the next day, he did not dare, as if afraid of death from refusal.

Lena was modest and well-read, and I was just sure that she would like my songs.

It’s okay, I reassured myself, it’s not evening yet. I'll invite you next time. And he washed his linen with special diligence, trying to look attractive, neat and clean in front of Elena.

We didn’t have a typewriter in our section. We washed it by hand, right in the bathroom.

And so, I remember, I desperately caressed my shirt, shaking all over from the cold water. And suddenly someone’s big, hot hands grab my buttocks. Somehow it happened that I was without panties, and the door to the bathroom remained open.

You won’t believe it, I jumped into the bath out of surprise. But the water was so icy that it literally burned my feet. Squealing, I jumped back and, pushing Igor, rushed to my room. To the cackling of my neighbor.

- Take the slippers from the corridor! - He shouted to me through the door. - Scattered, I shouldn’t trip over them here.

I lay with the blanket pulled up right under my nose, trembling and listening.

The neighbor started his tape recorder, and moans of passion filled our section again.

And next week I didn’t dare invite Lenka to the cinema. And on the weekend it somehow happened that I was washing clothes naked again.

I was leaning low over the bathtub, sticking my butt out high. And understanding myself naked was unusually sweet to me.

Sometimes, arching my lower back, I even moved my buttocks, as if slowly, slowly describing a circle with them, now clockwise, now counterclockwise, while my heart went wild, because my neighbor was at home. He could have saved me. I was terribly afraid of this, and... I wanted it terribly!

— Eh, I see you, fag,” Igor said somehow, as if with understanding, and caught and squeezed my buttocks. “That’s why I see you don’t have any girls.” Well, come to me, I'll fly you. Just dry your hands.

Literally pounding with excitement, I barely wiped my hands and trudged after him. Although my excitement has passed.

In his room on a wide bed, he threw the pillows to the back of his head, stripped naked and, half sitting, lounged on the pillows. His dick was standing hard. It was long with a head slightly turned to one side.

This one will reach the tonsils, I couldn’t help but feel envious. It became clear why his partners were yelling like that.

- Come on, suck it. - Igor once very persistently told me.

Not understanding what was happening, I stood in front of my naked neighbor doggy style. Facing him. I caught his dick and started licking it.

- Oh, so! “He grunted satisfied, “yes.” Just be careful with your teeth.

I licked under his dick, knowing that there was the sweetest place, then I put the head into my mouth, while trying to bend over as deeply as possible, spreading my legs as wide as possible and slowly moving my ass, as if trying to catch an invisible fly with it.

I don’t know now where I got this skill from then. Well, that's exactly what happened.

Igor came quickly and violently. I didn’t even have time to really concentrate on my feelings.

- Go to the bathroom, give yourself an enema and come to me. - He ordered.

- What?

- I'll be ready again soon. I'm going to want to fuck.

- Are you there soon?! - The partner shouted impatiently.

— Here, lubricate it with oil,” he handed me the bottle that he was holding for his girls.

I grabbed the bottle, shook the oil into my palm with a trembling hand and began to apply it to his penis. I was surprised how hot he was.

— Are you sick?” Igor asked me.

- How is this? - I didn’t understand in a hoarse voice.

- Well, there are no sexually transmitted infections? Tripper, gonorrhea? Won't you reward me with anything?

- N-no, I guess.

- Look, reward, blame yourself. I warned you. Add more oil, more. Then lubricate yourself. Fucked already?..

From below, I looked up at him. He winked at me from above and spread his mouth in a grin:

- You'll like it!

- Come on, over to the bed. Become a cancer.

Already well lubricated, I stood up, spreading my knees as wide as possible.

- Bend over and twist your butt, enjoy the moment. - Igor ordered.

I slowly partied, not feeling anything yet. My partner suddenly blew into my sphinker, and I shuddered: the air was menthol and cold.

Igor laughed.

He ​​slapped my hand on one buttock, then the other.

— Excellent butt: white, untanned with blue veins, elastic,” he squeezed it like a master. “Even better than my Lyudka’s.” - He praised.

I felt like his dick was flying somewhere nearby. But he hasn’t touched me with it yet.

I very slowly and, honestly, involuntarily rotated my butt, as if looking for him. Finally, the neighbor, with both his hands imperiously, spread my legs from the inside, although they were already wider than ever (it seemed to me that something had cracked between them), pressed on my shoulder blades, bending me, and the ring of his fingers tightly squeezed my waist. I felt the head of my penis press against my anus, causing it to shrink in fear. But the partner began to introduce.

He ​​didn’t exactly push, he pressed with his blunt, not pulling away for a long time. But she didn't go.

Finally, he loosened his grip, and I felt heavy, warm drops of fragrant ylang-ylang oil dripping onto my anus. He rubbed them in and added some drops again. He was silent and snorted heavily. He was excited and even slightly hoarse. I felt it and trembled.

- Wait, I’ll turn off the light now. “And it will work,” he stepped towards the wall. “Young people love the dark.”

He ​​turned off the light bulb, and for some reason I actually felt better. His fingers tightened around my waist again. He started thrusting again.

— Relax,” he whispered passionately. – The first time will be difficult.

He ​​pressed persistently, I winced in pain, trying to relax, and finally felt the head smoothly enter me, and the sphincter viscously closed behind it.

— Well, you were afraid,” the partner wheezed, and began to make very small frictions, as if shaking.

I didn’t have any sensations other than the fact that he was entering me very, very slowly. My excitement at that moment dissipated from anxiety.

However, the frictions became more and more sweeping, well, I had no idea how much of his member I had taken into myself and was taking. I only understood that he was already fucking me. Moreover, he fucks in silence. Finally, he stiffly froze, tensed, and something hot splashed into my depths. He finished. The bed stopped creaking, he came out and collapsed on the bed.

Cum was running down the inside of my thighs. I felt my anus contracting sluggishly. My legs were also shaking, well, below the waist I seemed to be unconscious.

— Go to your place,” he ordered. “But don’t jerk off!”

Trying to get out of bed, I almost fell. My legs were shaking and my mouth was dry. There was a feeling that something unusually sweet was coming towards me, something I had been waiting for for a long time. But it passed by without even touching me.

I lay in my bed, looking at the ceiling and trying to sort out my feelings. Honestly, just pure indifference and pain in the anus. The clock was ticking, and the light of the car headlights went into the bookshelf in slanting rectangles.

The neighbor hit the wall.

- Come to me!

I shuddered and jumped up. The sheet reached behind me - stuck to my buttocks on his sperm.

His dick was standing hard again. Like some strange macaque, he rushed around the room, twisting and bending, shaking his pelvis, and multi-colored waves seemed to be walking around his thin, but wide and tall body. He showed me all of himself, twirled his dick and made faces, appearing in all his animal lewdness.

— I planted the garden myself, I’ll water it myself,” he foolishly slapped himself in the stomach with his member. Devouring this dick with my eyes, I flew up onto the bed and took a pose, spreading my white buttocks wide with my hands.

There was no need for oil now, since I was thickly lubricated from the inside with his sperm. And his dick also provided abundant lubrication.

And again the ring of his fingers tightly and greedily grabbed my waist, and he imperiously entered, no longer taking my feelings into account. A sharp pain pierced me, then slowly began to subside. He fucked me, going deeper and deeper. And I felt that his hips were somewhere close, I even felt their warmth and understood that I would soon accept all of him, and then for the first time, some sweet feather tickled me somewhere under my navel and melted, and I involuntarily let out my first moan.

Then the feather spun again. And again. And then for the first time the forbidden, but such a sweet understanding came to me that I was being fucked like a woman. And my flaccid penis hardened a little. Unable to control myself, I grabbed onto it and soon an orgasm shook me. As much as possible, having fucked me, my partner also came...

The next day, as carefully as I could, I shaved myself everywhere, including my armpits. Igor allowed me to wear funny fluffy slippers with pom-poms that one of his mistresses had forgotten. And we fucked all night again.

Now he had me in all positions and entered me completely. I especially liked being on top of him, facing him. Igor is a wiry guy and strong as a spring.

Holding me by the hips, he gave in small and small from below, while I, resting my outstretched hands on his stomach, rolled my eyes in bliss and realized that I would soon be able to cum without hands.

I knew that the sneaky lover was recording our sexual intercourse on a tape recorder, deliberately asking if it was good for me to answer out loud, in words. And then, probably, he uses these recordings somewhere. But I didn’t care!

Now I was leading a double life. At work I was still the same timid screenwriter Sanechka, who loved to drink tea with the courier Lenochka - strange, but I sometimes caught myself thinking that she was still interested in me as a woman. At home, I was a passionate lover of my rude neighbor. I now had several pairs of stockings, cosmetics and the usual hair removal cream.

Products were tight back then. But some clothes could already be obtained. And the sex industry was already gaining momentum.

And strange changes took place in my body. Now I wanted exclusively anal sex, and before the act, especially in the morning, my sphincter opened, I began to greedily caress my partner with my hand and orally. When he stood up in full force, I hurried to straddle him on top and received my shaking of bliss, literally feeling how my penis was slightly hardening, and some nerve endings in free patterns were developing and merging in my perineum, and soon, very soon, I would get a full-fledged orgasm without hands.

Oh, how sweetly we fucked after a warm sleep!

Was it love? No, perhaps. Well, it was passion. Crazy, animal. Passion on the verge of an accident. I felt that my vile lover was preparing some kind of vileness against me - his terrible tape recorder rustled and rustled.

And, nevertheless, often I could be seen sitting on him facing him on his dick, when the stud himself was sitting on the sofa. And its faceted shaft entered deeply into my hot, fat anus, and the white lace of my female corset hung in the hollow between my white buttocks, and tickled my lover’s eggs with its light tip. And my legs greedily wrapped around his legs.

And I slowly rose and, like a slug, slid down this trunk, smoothly rotating my ass, hugging my partner by the neck and lewdly kissing him passionately.

At the same time, in spite of his mistresses, he did not humiliate him, he even treated me with some kind of tenderness. I was even sure that if something happened, he would defend our little sexual paradise without hesitation.

Although I liked to spank my butt and grab my neck during hard sex. And he encouraged me in every possible way to dress up as a woman, sometimes he himself threw in some little things, showing ingenuity that was so uncharacteristic of him. And I was terribly excited by them!

I became a liability. But he was completely sexually satisfied!

... And then Igor slyly whispered in my ear that a surprise awaits me in the evening.

— Let's have a threesome! — he opened his mouth with his goofy grin and rubbed his hands with pleasure.

- But with whom?! - I was scared.

- Ashot will be with a girl.

- Who are you with?

- With you, of course. And especially for this I bought you something.” He picked up the package.

I knew this Ashot. An old, bald and gray-haired unpleasant southerner with bulging eyes. And what connected them with Igor? This vile Ashot didn’t miss a single skirt and even grabbed me by the ass. He seemed to have guessed about our connection with his friend. It was the first time I went to a group sex, and with whom, with Ashot! Despite the fact that our town is small. Did this Ashot know how to keep his mouth shut?! Here's the question.

There was a women’s cap in the package. So black, with a very high, dense dome and red under the cat ears on it. Separately, in a small transparent bag there was some kind of fishing line. I looked questioningly at Igor.

- Try it on! - He was literally bursting with delight.

I put on my katruzik. Exactly, my size. But the fishing line. What is this? It turned out to be cat whiskers with Velcro. I also glued a mustache under the nose, which immediately straightened out playfully. I became a cat in a cap with ears and mustaches.

Also in the package were new white stockings with a very wide elastic band.

- Well, great! Cool, look in the mirror!!! - my partner squealed. - I want you already! - He began to greedily paw me. I dodged. An “interesting” evening awaited us.

— When they come, you put on stockings, gloves, this cap and mustache, and wait for me to call you,” Igor taught.

- Do you want to give me to this fat lout?!

- No, we ourselves, they themselves. Relax. “All ours!” He winked again.

I knew that he and Ashot were competing to see who had the coolest girls. Igor said that this Ashot has the reputation of being an excellent fucker.

Has my lover really decided to “outdo” his friend with me in terms of his “girlfriends”?

I must say that by that time, to my surprise, my hips had somehow become smoother, rounded, and my figure was quite attractive in a feminine way, although thin and slightly angular, like that of a fashion model. From regular sex, the skin was white, smooth, velvety. Incredibly, some kind of feminine bodily aristocracy appeared in my waist, as in Laima Vaikul.

I was terribly worried, but I still carefully followed all the procedures. And just in case, I swallowed a Delagil tablet, so as not to catch any infection.

And then there was a short call to our section. I smelled bright feminine perfume. Locking myself in my room, I carefully unrolled the stockings on my legs, pulled up the elastic bands high, put on my stiletto heels, pulled on white fishnet gloves up to my elbows, glued on my mustache, put on my cap and again became a naked and mannered cat. Yes, I was worried. And I couldn’t find a place for myself.

Igor suddenly looked into the room. He looked me up and down and sat down with delight:

- Wow, damn!!! Here’s another thing,” he gave me some kind of fluffy ball. I opened my hand in fear. It was...a tail.

— Glue it on the back too.

- Well, he’s a rabbit?! – I was surprised.

- Glue, I say. That's it, wait!

Wriggling around, trying to look behind my back so that it would be level, I placed the Velcro directly on my tailbone. A bunny tail flashed lustfully over my buttocks.

I need to take a photo later, I had an idea.

They called me.

I came in all dressed up like that, deliberately swaying my hips lustfully. The room was in twilight, it was terribly stuffy and smoky (Igor and I don’t smoke), and there was a strong smell of the same perfume. There was a table with drinks near the sofa.

On the sofa, with his legs spread wide, Ashot lounged like a master with an excited, powerful penis covered in veins and devoured me with his eyes. There was a girl next to him, apparently she had just given him a blowjob. Sitting next to her partner, she was leaning towards Ashot, but now she was also staring at me with all her eyes. Her mouth was open, saliva hanging from her plump lips.

— Nipples,” Ashot authoritatively bowed her head towards his member.

Oh my God! It was... Lenka. There was nothing to do, she continued to suck, almost giving us away. But I managed to notice the bewilderment, even horror, that flashed in her eyes. She even cramped her knees in fear. She was also completely naked.

Naked Igor splashed the glasses, and he and Ashot drank in silence.

He ​​seemed pleased with the effect I had on his comrade. Although this wise comrade did not show any sign. Igor also lounged on the sofa, threw a pillow on the floor for me, and spread his legs. I knelt down in front of him. I caught his penis with my gloved hand and began to give a blowjob.

Friends winked at each other, then looked at Lenka and me, directed our heads and somehow remained silent. But I felt that both were excited to the limit. There were almost sparks in the air. Ashot was older and more experienced, so he endured it longer.

Igor is younger, therefore more impatient. Soon he jumped up - my teeth were already clicking over his dick - he placed a chair in the middle of the room and started the tape recorder. I don’t know why, but I realized what needed to be done.

I stood over the chair in my stiletto heels, spreading my legs wide so that the seat was between my legs. He grabbed the back and half-squatted with his legs spread, sticking out his butt with a fluffy tail. I even glanced behind myself.

Igor came up from behind and immediately grabbed me by the waist and smoothly entered me, like clockwork, up to the balls. I got used to his dick, then I began to slowly twist my anus, feeling the hot head somewhere far inside me.

We fucked right in front of our partners, standing sideways to them. Seeing such a picture, Ashot could not stand it, slapped Lenka on the back, and she slowly and tightly, although she was well lubricated, crawled with her pussy on top of his penis, facing us. Moreover, the light from the lamp somehow fell so successfully - right on their genitals.

I was involuntarily surprised that little Lenka had a large pussy, with a good clitoris, which was now crawling along the penis, like a red snail, along its very front edge.

Bending in a mannered manner, I surrendered to Igor with special grace, every now and then glancing behind my back at Igor, giving him grateful, admiring glances.

Yes, my lover, holding me by the thighs in stockings, this time, had me precisely gracefully, like a graceful cat. Tightly stuck together, we swayed synchronously, like jellyfish in the depths, slowly savoring -

Try ma - ma,

Try jaga - jaga -

while Lenka impaled herself on the old man somehow hard and sticky. Casting glances at Lenka’s crucified pussy, I understood that I myself would never be able to enter it so deeply and from the bottom of my heart.

And this inaccessible pussy excited me like never before. And I pressed myself closer and closer to my lover, and we swayed and swayed more and more hotly. He is a tall man with big hands and I am a thin, fair-bodied fagot in a cat suit in white, fishnet stockings on steep female hips -

Try, mmm,

I need it - I need it -

An unprecedented sweetness surged somewhere in me inside, and I already knew for sure that I would cum without hands, I just needed time and a little more rhythm. And this rhythm is available, you just have to want it.

Lenka rolled her eyes, she had no time for me anymore. She was completely absorbed in her process. And in rhythm I kept throwing and throwing glances at her flaming, abundantly lubricated pussy.

Finally, she placed her feet on her partner's legs. And again she began to push as actively as possible to the full depth, increasing the pace. Her nipples stuck out terribly, and her clitoris was tense. Convulsions began to shake her, and somehow terribly arching - as if somersaulting - belly first, she began to cum. Resting your hands on your lover's stomach from behind.

We increased the pace even more, then again. Well, well, well!!!!! And then my penis tensed wildly and seemed to burst, raising a wave of bliss in me, and the desired sperm dripped from its head onto the seat of the chair. And then I felt that Igor was also cumming...

The last one to “come” was Ashot. Having recovered from her first orgasm, Lenka began to move on the penis again. Then she stretched out to the full length and froze, as if feeling something, listening to something internally, tightly squeezing her breasts with her hands.

Suddenly she swayed twice, froze again, and sat there for a long time until sperm emerged from her vagina, viscously crawled over her lover’s eggs, and began to spread across the sofa. Ashot never moved...

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