My turbulent youth
Sometimes I am surprised myself at how wild my sex life was in my youth. Now I have gotten over these adventures, and they no longer attract me. But I really want to tell about them.
My name is Alina. I was born in a small town where practically every dog knows each other. I always dreamed of a beautiful life in the capital and a rich husband. But reality was harsher. After school, I wanted to get into a good university, but without money (and my parents are not rich people at all) I couldn't do it, because I studied averagely even for a small town with not the most advanced education. Young people tried to leave for big cities or another
country. Many had relatives somewhere. I had not the slightest chance to get out of this hole. It was 2008. I was 20 years old. I — a young, pretty, not tall, slender brunette — worked as a waitress in one of the cafes (or rather, a dive) in our town. The salary was small, the customers were either local vodka and dumpling lovers who visited our establishment after work, or visitors who decided to have lunch at not the worst establishment in town (but even they didn't come back here again). The boss, Ivan Timofeevich, an elderly fat man who also liked to drink in his establishment with friends. A very greedy and arrogant type. At that time, my neighbor, Tolik, returned from the army. He decided that I had been waiting for him and presented me with the fact that I was now his girlfriend (although I had promised him nothing and during his absence I dated his friend Oleg, until Oleg left for a construction site in another city, where he stayed to live). But apparently, having learned that Oleg had dumped me, and being very starved for female affection, Tolik decided to quickly take his friend's place. I decided that he was a good-looking guy, and I hadn't had a relationship for about six months, so I agreed to become his girlfriend. Without much ceremony, already on the first date (or rather, Tolik simply invited me over when his parents were at work), he spread my legs. I didn't resist, knowing how much time he had spent without a girl; I had two options. Either have sex with him voluntarily, or be raped. I chose the first. Abstinence during service had a very strong effect on Tolik, so we had sex every day (he wasn't even embarrassed by the presence of his parents in the next room). But one day at work I met a nice guy, Kirill. He was from a bigger city and had come for the weekend to visit his friend. Kirill had breakfast and dinner at our place because his friend lived nearby. I complained to him about the hopeless life in our town. He took my number and promised to help. A month later, he called back and told me to pack my things and come to his city.After working my last month at the cafe, I quit and bought a ticket. I didn't tell Tolik anything; by that time he had gotten a job as a watchman at some warehouse and had taken to the bottle. Kirill met me at the station and informed me that his friend had a clothing store in a shopping mall, and they just needed a sales assistant. On the very first day, we went to the store, where we were met by my new boss Maxim and his wife Elena. Despite the fact that I knew nothing about clothes, I was hired and asked to start the following week. The apartment issue was also resolved; Kirill offered me to live with him. At first, we were roommates. Kirill slept in his bedroom, and I slept in the large walk-through room. But Kirill even knocked when leaving his room so as not to embarrass me. At work, I felt comfortable. I worked shifts, one week on, one week off. During my shift, besides me, there were sales assistant Nastya (a cheerful brunette a couple of years older than me) and a thin girl about 35, the administrator Snezhana. After a month, I grew a little closer to Kirill. In the evenings, we watched movies on TV together. Several times he hugged me but didn't dare to do anything more. He didn't take money for rent, and that made me feel a little awkward. One day I decided to thank him, especially since I noticed his attraction to me. Kirill came home from work early. I was off. We had dinner, watched a movie, and he went to his bedroom. I changed into beautiful red lingerie and quietly entered his room. Kirill didn't even understand what was happening, and I silently lay down next to him and, saying I wanted to thank him, began passionately kissing him on the lips. After a short blowjob, he came. After that, we started sleeping together, but our relationship was free, because formally we weren't even boyfriend and girlfriend. So I didn't get jealous when Kirill didn't spend the night at home, and I could calmly flirt with whoever I wanted.
At the beginning of winter, I met one of our store's customers. A neat man about 40 years old. His name was Kolya. He invited me on a date, where he offered me to become his girlfriend. Our relationship developed very quickly. By New Year's, I had moved in with him. He lived in a large three-room apartment and immediately announced that I would now be the mistress of his house. He proposed to me. In February, we got married. Kolya was the director of a company that dealt with freight transportation. Even before the wedding, I quit the store. Kolya wanted me to focus exclusively on the house. He was 20 years older than me, but I was satisfied with everything except one small nuance. Kolya was not very active in the intimate sphere. He didn't have impotence, but he wanted sex no more than once a month, and my young body demanded it more often. I had to endure. But only up to a certain point. One day I came to visit Nastya and Snezhana at work. During work, we had become very close. Another girl was already working in my place. After an hour, I headed for the exit of the shopping mall, where I was met by Kostya. He worked as a security guard at the mall. I knew he was in love with me. And I liked him a lot too. Tall, muscular blond with blue eyes. He looked like a young Dolph Lundgren. He was only a couple of years older than me. Now he had changed into a tracksuit, meaning he had already finished his shift. He noticed me and immediately approached.
"Hi, Alina. Where have you disappeared to?" he asked with sadness.
"Hi, Kostya. I quit after New Year's. I got married two months ago. But I decided to drop by and visit the girls," I replied.
"I see," Kostya replied sadly. It was clear he was disappointed. "So you got married. And you never went on a date with me. Too bad."
"Oh, come on," I gave Kostya a little hug. "Let's go somewhere now."
"What?" He almost jumped in surprise. "But you're already taken."
"So what? Can't I go somewhere with you?"
Kostya's mood improved a little. He suggested going to a restaurant near his house. I assessed his appearance.
"But you're not planning to go to a restaurant in a tracksuit, are you?"
Kostya asked me to wait while he went home to change. But I said I would go with him. He lived in a modest one-room apartment. Warning me that the place was not tidy, Kostya took me to the kitchen, made me tea, and asked me to give him 10 minutes to get himself in order. He went to take a shower. After 10 minutes, he came out of the bathroom in just a towel and went into the room. I felt aroused. Kostya had a muscular torso, and the towel clung to his damp body, so I noticed the outline of his cock. I felt my pussy starting to get wet. I quietly followed him into the room. He was standing with his back to the door. Kostya was completely naked. I looked at his powerful buttocks and muscular legs and back. At this sight, my legs trembled. I started approaching him. Hearing the sound of my heels, Kostya turned towards me and covered his cock with his hands, dropping the deodorant he had just applied.
"Alina. You're a bit early. I'm not ready yet," he muttered.
I just smiled and came very close to him. I moved his hands aside and looked at Kostya's cock. It was quite large, straight, and beautiful. Within seconds, it was erect. I spat on my palm and started jerking Kostya off. The guy was in shock. He didn't understand what was happening. Kostya was surprised, but at the same time, I noticed he was very pleased. I looked Kostya in the eyes and smiled so he would understand everything was okay. After a minute, his cock was standing rock hard. I squatted down and started sucking him off. I did it very fast and dirty. My nipples hardened like stones. After a while, Kostya put his hands on the back of my head and started pounding my mouth with all his might. Resisting his strong hands was impossible. Then he grabbed me by the shoulders, quickly lifted me, and easily laid me on the couch, hiking up my dress. Tearing off my panties, he waited for me to spread my legs and sharply pierced my pussy with his meaty cock. He immediately started fucking me at a fairly fast pace, making me moan and dig my fingers into Kostya's strong back in pleasure. He fucked me harder and harder, my moans became very loud. Kostya covered my mouth with one hand.
"You knew I loved you, didn't you?" he asked. I silently nodded in response. "And you married someone else. For that, I'll fuck you like a whore!"
After these words, he started fucking me even more fiercely and harder. Kostya turned me onto my stomach and, lifting my hips a little, started fucking me doggy style. He fucked me for a very long time. I even managed to finish several times. Then he turned me over again, took my head, and drove his cock right into my throat. A few pelvic thrusts, and his cum flowed into my mouth.
"Yes, bitch!" he shouted. "You'll swallow all my cum, whore! Swallow it! Every last drop!"
The next day, I headed to that park again. It was getting dark outside. I walked along the same path as yesterday. The quiet alley was empty, so I decided to make another lap around the park. Approaching the secluded spot in the park for the second time, I again realized it was empty. When I was about to go back, I heard someone come out of the bushes behind me. It was a very tall, sturdy-built guy. Despite the warm evening, his face was covered with a scarf. He quickly walked towards me, and I walked away from him. But another somewhat plump, bald guy of average height was already running towards me. The bald guy quickly approached me. In his hand was a small knife, which he showed me. I stopped. The tall guy grabbed me by the shoulders and covered my mouth with his large palm.
"Shut up and don't even think about resisting! Understood?" asked the guy with the knife, demonstratively holding it to my throat. The tall guy let go of me, but I continued to stand still. "If you think about running, we'll catch you and cut you. So better be a good girl."
"Okay. I'll do whatever you want," I replied, and the guys smiled. They took me into the bushes, where I sucked their cocks. The bald guy told the other that he wasn't imagining it—that I was walking around the park and wiggling my ass, specifically so someone would fuck me. And he was right. But I didn't give it away, pretending everything was happening under coercion. Unfortunately, the guys limited themselves to a rather lengthy blowjob. They came in my mouth and demanded I swallow all their cum, which I did. After that, the bald guy showed me the knife again and warned me not to tell anyone anything. They quickly left through the park's emergency exit.
And that was only the beginning of my adventures. Which became like a drug to me. But I'll tell about the next adventures another time.