Sleeping Beauty or Night Hunters
Lena is a beautiful, slender, well-groomed girl. Looking at her, but not knowing her, there is no doubt that you can't just hit on someone like that. I hit on her. Though it happened in a not entirely ordinary way.
I was once on a business trip on the night train from Moscow to St. Petersburg. Entering the compartment, I immediately noticed that the bunk opposite was occupied by a beautiful and slender woman in her thirties. The train started moving, the two upper bunks remained free. While we were settling into the compartment, making our beds, we didn't manage to get acquainted and a conversation didn't start. The girl was, as it were, all in herself and looked tired. At one point, it even seemed to me that she
was slightly tipsy.About an hour after everyone had settled down and turned off the lights, realizing I couldn't fall asleep, I decided to go to the vestibule to smoke. Bending down to look for my slippers, I glanced at the sleeping woman and noticed that the sheet, white in the darkness, was outlining her thin figure in an extraordinarily sexy way, and in the area of her buttocks, it didn't fully cover her, exposing part of her thigh and the edge of her lace panties.
I couldn't resist, I touched the tender and very warm skin on the outside of her thigh with my fingertips. I touched, froze for a moment, listening to her breathing, and immediately pulled my hand back, afraid I would wake her. I went out, smoked, calmed down. And when I returned, I almost went crazy from what I saw. The girl was still sleeping deeply on her back, only now her knees were bent and her legs were spread wide apart, and the sheet covered only one leg, its edge running like a "stream boundary" right along the snow-white convexity of her pubis in silk panties.
I won't overload with details, but to the steady rhythm of the wheels and with a pounding heart, starting with timid touches and getting intoxicated by the impunity, I became bolder with each minute. Light caresses quickly turned into frank fondling, and even light erotic massage. The girl was deeply asleep, soft and pliant. Reaching out, I first stroked, and then thoroughly kneaded her breasts. Her pussy became wet. Becoming completely bold and crazy, I slowly, moving centimeter by centimeter, pulled her panties down and, bending my face to her crotch, first touched her lips to her pubis, shaved no more than a week ago, penetrated her womb with my tongue...
...
I came into a towel, jerking off a bit with her hand, placing my cock in her hot palm, which spontaneously clenched, gripping the shaft tighter. It was wonderful!
It was getting light outside. Carefully covering the girl with the sheet, I couldn't resist and kissed her cheeks and lips several times.
I went out to the vestibule, lit a cigarette... When I took out a second cigarette, she came out to the vestibule, my "sleeping beauty." She asked for a cigarette. We smoked... I really wanted to hug her, but I didn't dare. I peered into her face, trying to guess if she knew anything, if she was asleep or just pretending?
Then we started talking, and from the tone of the conversation and the topics touched upon, the opinion was finally strengthened in me that she was indeed asleep and didn't consciously feel anything like that. I calmed down, although it was a bit of a pity that she didn't even suspect how tender and gentle I had been with her.
We got acquainted. The train arrived at the Moscow station and we scattered to our business trip affairs. A few days later, when I returned to Moscow, we called each other, met up and started dating...
And a year later, being in a wonderful and slightly lyrical mood from the champagne we drank, Lena told me her story...
***
She first began to wake up from night touches when she was barely sixteen. In the summer, when her family and her mother's younger sister's family were living at the dacha, her mother's sister's husband, Uncle Tolya, would quietly enter her bedroom at night, silently approach the bed and touch her while she slept. Lenochka, continuing to pretend she was asleep, listened carefully to her sensations, gradually coming to understand that these touches were extraordinarily pleasant to her.
Day after day, and the touching visits continued night after night, and when in the last days of August, her mother's sister and Uncle Tolya, finishing their dacha season, left for the city, Lena was even upset, not really able to explain to herself why exactly. More precisely, somewhere deep in her feelings, she understood everything, which is why she blushed with shame, but with impatience and sweet anticipation, she was already waiting for the next dacha season. And the new summer came. And everything was as before. Now she deliberately slept without panties, taking them off every time after her mother, kissing her doll goodnight, left her alone.
Uncle Tolya's repertoire wasn't too varied. First, he would sit down next to her bed on the floor at the headboard and listen to her breathing for a few minutes. Then he would throw back the blanket and lift her nightgown just above her tummy. After that, he would also matter-of-factly spread her legs wide apart, and first simply stroke her thighs, and then, after fondling her little pussy with his fingers, he would bend down and gently lick her pubic mound and labia, periodically penetrating her slit with his tongue. Simultaneously with the oral caresses, he would lightly massage her anus, and then carefully and not too deeply push a finger into her butt, patiently working the hole. These were the most pleasant sensations.
Then, he would place his cock in her palm and slowly jerk off with her hand. specially for .org In such moments, she sometimes managed to secretly open her eyes a little and at least get a glimpse of his penis and huge balls.
Sometimes, he would run his cock over her lips and even try to insert his head not too deeply into her slightly open mouth. This exercise wasn't particularly liked by Lena, but still, for some reason, she tried to open her mouth wider. In these moments, Lenochka really wanted to look at his cock with all her eyes and touch it, knead it herself.
And yet, the most desired and anticipated moment was the simultaneous caresses with the tongue in the slit and the massage with a finger in the butt.
It was extraordinarily pleasant! During one such meeting, Lenochka experienced an orgasm for the first time and, unable to cope with her emotions, sobbing, let out a loud moan. Uncle abruptly got up, their eyes met and he immediately left her room.
He didn't come to her again until the end of the dacha season. This turned out to be a harsh punishment for lack of restraint, and Lena blamed herself for it for a whole half a year.
Their next meeting took place on New Year's Eve, when her parents took her to visit relatives. Lenochka was already 18.
The celebration was in full swing, the adults were a bit drunk and merry. Around , Lenochka announced to everyone (or rather, it was said specifically for Uncle) that she was very tired and going to sleep. Entering the room allocated for the children, she saw Andrey sleeping there. Looking closely at the flutter of his eyelashes, Lena suspected that he wasn't asleep, but was watching her. A mischievous idea came to her mind instantly. She undressed deliberately slowly, specifically allowing herself to be looked at. Taking off her panties, she didn't put on her nightgown and lay down, covering herself with a down blanket over her head, leaving only her leg exposed, bare right up to the line of her crotch.
She didn't have to wait long. Only, contrary to assumptions, Uncle Tolya entered the room, stepping carefully.
Making sure everyone was asleep, he, with familiar movements, matter-of-factly and with taste, got busy with Lenochka.
hiding, Andreyka, stunned, is gawking with all his eyes at this action. And these sensations of growing excitement mixed with shame, for some reason, turned her on even more. Uncle performed his traditional program, and Lenochka's orgasm was strong and happened unexpectedly quickly. Jerking off his cock with her little hands, and coming into a towel, the man quickly left.
And Lenochka, trying to continue pretending to be asleep, not waiting for any activity from Andrey, really fell asleep. She woke up, as before, feeling a pleasantly growing excitement in her lower abdomen. Someone was again very gently and carefully teasing her pussy. This time, that someone turned out to be Andrey. His actions were far too delicate and cautious, but nevertheless, still sweetly pleasant.
***
A few months later, in the next dacha season, literally on the second day, she accidentally overheard Andreyka telling his friend Vadyka about how on New Year's he had spied on his father and seen what he did with the sleeping Lenka.
The following summer, everything repeated again. For a whole week, Uncle didn't come to the dacha and stayed overnight in the city apartment. And all that week, Andreyka visited her, and not only with his friend Vadyka, but also with some other friends, whose faces, no matter how hard Lena tried, she never saw. Most likely there were four of them.
The only thing she really didn't like was that these jerks, without a twinge of conscience, came right inside her. And it would be okay if only in the butt and mouth, but no, they also came fully in her pussy, about three times each. She had to urgently get acquainted with special pills.
Uncle Tolya didn't allow himself such things and always came only into a towel he brought with him.
But the real gangbang left the girl with the most indelible impressions of complete delight.
It's just a pity the dacha season ended again.
***
Lenochka really liked these games. She was growing up, situations where she managed to provoke her new victim into "sex" (that's what she called it to herself) didn't happen as often as she would have liked, but she felt like "Diana the Huntress," setting a trap for mature men and young boys. She even caught one of her classmates on this bait. It was interesting and unusual, but some time later she came to understand that "games for girls" were not her theme.
Her story really turned me on then, although I was a bit upset that that night on the train, after all, she wasn't my trophy, but I was hers.
Subsequently, we even arranged a joint hunt for one of my friends.)))
When he got into the groove of licking her pussy, I quietly entered the room, and putting a finger to my lips, let him know he could continue, and that I wanted to join. We kissed, licked, and caressed her with four hands, and then I, assuring him that I knew for sure that Lenka wouldn't wake up, very thoroughly, in two barrels in tandem, stuffed her in all the holes.
The friend left without ever suspecting that Lenochka had received her very personal pleasure, not sharing it with anyone...)))
So...