This wonderful February
January was coming to an end, and my friend Mishka and I were very pleased. We had passed our third-year exams very well, and now it was vacation time. Well, and on January 29th and 31st—birthdays for me and Mishka—we turned 18! And we received a bunch of gifts! Only one thing slightly clouded our joy—my friend and I were still virgins.
February 1st—this is the most significant day in our lives. Despite it being winter and a blizzard starting, we gathered some food and a bottle of wonderful cherry liqueur and decided to go on a hike—we were already 18, we were adults! But the blizzard messed up all our plans, and then Mishka remembered—the fire
exit of our technical school was closed with a simple lock, and Mishka easily opened it with his shed key.And we entered a small room and were satisfied. It was quiet here, the doors blocked out the noise of the blizzard; this tiny room was clearly used as a small storage—several mattresses and pillows were stacked, in the corner were three electric hotplates, pots, and aluminum plates. We quickly heated our pies and cutlets on the hotplate, took a sip of the liqueur, and went out to the porch—to relieve ourselves from the road. And then, a revelation—two young elementary school teachers were running here! They didn't know where to hide from this terrible blizzard and strong wind.
Soon, Mishka and I drank a shot of liqueur, and Tanya and Ira, as they asked us to call them—after all, we weren't schoolboys but students—having drunk a shot of vodka they had with them, happily enjoyed our "supplies." And a little later, the girls laid out the mattresses, and we passionately, though clumsily, kissed the half-drunk, appetizing girls.
They were already 22, adults you could say, so they needed something more than our clumsy kisses. So they soon pulled off their thick wool skirts and warm leggings, getting into the "doggy style" position, as Mishka and I proudly declared, slightly tipsy, that we could do and knew everything. Well, nature soon took its course—my friend and I skillfully positioned ourselves against the round butts of our friends and soon were fully fucking their tight vaginas of young women who hadn't given birth.
The girls turned out to be smart—clearly guessing that we had just become men, they praised us, wiped our shriveled dicks with cloths, also giving them a little oral attention, and then we went back to finishing our supplies and the remains of the delicious liqueur. erotic stories Soon, Mishka and I regained our strength and quite brazenly laid the girls on their backs, and they immediately very hospitably spread their legs. It was such ecstasy! We had become men, and these girls were giving themselves to us!
Well, then the blizzard subsided, and we went home by different routes. We met with the girls like that for two weeks, but every other day—they were either on duty at school or busy with household chores—the girls had been married for a year and a half. And at the end of the third week, they came with two large chocolates and loudly shouted: "Pregnant!"
The girls were so happy! We didn't quite understand them, but now classes had started, and we rarely met with them. However, when we appeared in our group, by our looks everyone understood everything—the girls in the group started giving interested glances, and the guys immediately began congratulating us.
And then our moms, somehow catching the scent of Ira and Tanya's perfume, unexpectedly got scared, thinking we were dating girls from our group and they might "get knocked up." So my mom that same night quickly seduced me, allowing me to cum in her plump butt at night. Well, and Aunt Nina, of course, did the same with Mishka, to his great pleasure—all guys dream of having their mom since childhood! The Oedipus complex very often weighs on all guys, especially at our age of youthful hypersexuality.
On May 1st, our parents had a lively gathering at our place, our fathers later "went for more" to add some beer, and the drunk moms went to sleep. My mommy in her bedroom, and Aunt Nina in the living room. Well, here Mishka and I "let loose" a bit that day, taking turns fucking Mishka's plump mommy, cumming in her skillful mouth at her half-asleep, drunk request. Well, and after, resting and having a snack—then my mommy, gently snoring on an unmade bed, but cumming in her plump, clearly well-used butt. In the morning, our moms, of course, figured everything out, but didn't scold us at all, and they looked very pleased.
So February, the last cold month of winter, despite being called "Fierce" by people, for us it was simply happy. Mishka and I were simply in ecstasy!
Mishka and I called it between ourselves—"Our happy month of February." Ira and Tanya got pregnant, as it turned out; it was their last year when they, as young specialists, could get apartments. And the cunning young women, seeing two young, healthy handsome guys, clearly non-drinkers unlike their drinking husbands, decided to have children from young men. That's the kind of story we had this year!