Moscow is a huge city, a separate country with a population of millions, but no matter how many people there are around, almost everyone feels lonely here. In the metropolis, you won’t surprise anyone with short novels and sex affairs. The family is losing its priority, having a mistress or lover has already become almost a moral norm. And I was no exception…
At the end of the working or student academic week, people go to their favorite nightclubs. My husband’s interests lie in the field of semi-sports recreation, his element is billiards and bowling, while I prefer the sea of music and the dance floor. At first, we chose places where we could dance and play, but over time we began to relax in different clubs, thus gaining temporary freedom from each other. It was on one of these evenings that I met Andrey… A tall, well-built, handsome young man almost immediately attracted my attention. We danced all evening together (he moved very well), communicated easily, his youthful ardor plus the alcohol I drank did their job, I liked him more and more. In general, we had a great time, but everything needs to be measured, and I started getting ready to go home. Of course, he didn’t want to let me go, so I thanked him for the evening and told him I was married, and he didn’t need to get to know me any further… Nevertheless, the meeting that evening was not the last, he saw me off, and we exchanged phones. The first time I went to his house. He made a cappuccino, we drank coffee and talked.
I had never dated a man younger than myself before, I was interested, I was curious what he was like and what we would do. He turned out to be a student, all his friends and girlfriends are the same age, mostly fellow students. And although our age difference wasn’t big, I quickly realized how different our interests in life were. In general, we had almost nothing to talk about except sex, but these conversations were worth it to communicate over and over again… Andrey turned out to be a passionate lover, ready to fulfill any of my desires. He wasn’t sure of himself at first, but it passed quickly.
When we made love for the first time, he had an orgasm, and it would seem that he was not going to continue the love game. When I asked about the sequel, he was embarrassed and said that he was unlikely to be able to do it again.+ He was quite tense, and then I took the initiative. Reassuring him that the love game is not only the sexual act itself, but also tenderness, kisses, mutual caresses, I said that he could do a lot for me without the penis. I kissed him, touched him gently with my hands, pressed my chest lightly against his naked body… Gradually, my caresses became more passionate, and soon he no longer remembered that he could no longer. His cock was filled with new strength, he was already ready to continue, but I inflamed him with my hands and lips more and more, not letting him take himself. Then I tipped him over on his back, sat on top of him and inserted his penis… What started here! He was literally distraught. Very mobile in the hips, he moved as if he wanted to pierce me to the throat, while my clitoris received strong stimulation from rubbing against his pubis, and it drove me crazy. I took his hand and licked my fingers, pointing them at my anus. He liked how I reacted to such affection, and soon his finger was already moving inside the anus, repeating the movements of the penis in the vagina. After a few minutes of this crazy ride, we both exploded with orgasms, and I literally collapsed from sweet impotence…
We met again, Andrey enjoyed studying and learning new sexual games. I once asked if he had ever had anal sex. As I expected, the answer was no, and he was immediately very interested in the opportunity to experience an unknown pleasure. I left him alone in the room to rest and gain strength, while I went to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw impatience, curiosity and a little fear in his eyes at the same time. Asking him to take his time, I began to slowly kiss and caress him, gradually turning my back on him, rubbing my ass against his almost steaming penis. Then I lubricated him with saliva, leaned his head against my anus, slightly guided, and.. A wild pain shot through my entire body all the way to my brain! He couldn’t stand it, and literally burst into my anus, which was not yet ready for such an attack. I screamed and pulled away from his embrace. He was scared, apologized, and promised not to hurt me anymore. Gradually, the pain went away, and we continued to make love. I was on my knees, resting my hands on the pillow, he was behind my back.
This time he was very careful, moving slowly, gradually, with each new movement, penetrating deeper and deeper. Soon I forgot about the unpleasant sensations and completely switched to pleasure. Holding me, he twisted his hips again, moving as if in a dance, his scrotum rubbed against my labia, pubic hair tickled my ass pleasantly. He was gently squeezing my chest with his hand, and he was moving faster and faster. Everything was already blurring before my eyes, my body was exhausted, and the sweet sensations were getting stronger. Leaning on one hand, I began caressing my clitoris with the other. My partner’s moans had already turned into screams, a sweet wave took hold of me, and I ended up screaming as hard as I’d ever done before. The muscles of the vagina contracted strongly, but due to the fact that they were not touched this time, the wave of sensations not only did not subside, but quickly escalated. It seemed like the orgasm would never end. Hearing my screams and feeling the cramps, Andrew almost immediately discharged himself with a fountain of sperm, without leaving my ass. Then we lay in bed for a long time, exhausted and happy. This was my partner’s first experience of anal sex, the first, but far from the last… More than once, Andrey brewed me an amazing cappuccino, we drank coffee in silence, looking into each other’s eyes, and both waited for the continuation…