Old photographs
It's interesting how our memory works. Sometimes it brings up long-forgotten pictures from the past that I had even forgotten about. That's what happened to me over the weekend. I was sorting through the bookcase and came across an old photo album. I opened it and couldn't tear myself away. How young we were!!! The photos started from the early 80s. The last school bell had just rung, and our whole lives were ahead of us.
Here we are, me and my future husband, walking around Moscow. I already had two years of pedagogical institute behind me, my fiancé had served two years in military school. Our parents gifted us a week-long trip to the capital. During those days, I lost my virginity on a bed in a hotel room at the "Salut" hotel. I must
say that we had already been dating for three years and only on this trip did I give in and spread my legs for my beloved. No special memories of the first time remain. Just some confusion. I closed my eyes and probably held my breath from fear. A bit of panting, sniffling, and I was no longer a girl… That activity seemed rather mediocre to me back then. Well, of course, the next day we reinforced the material covered. And in subsequent times, we started to get the hang of it, and it even became pleasant from our then-clumsy fuckings.And here's a photo after the wedding, already with a child born. We're in a large group. Parties with friends were frequent. And this was already a different level. I adore flirting. And I always try to be the center of male attention. My husband was jealous, but that only made our fuckings with him more passionate upon returning home. And at parties, I was in full swing, wagging my tail. Men were drooling, and that's exactly what I wanted. A secluded spot could always be found if desired, and there were desires. I understood who I could kiss and hug, and who I could even give it to. Usually, after about two hours, everyone was nicely tipsy, and then liberation would come. Well, in winter, in apartment or café conditions, it was harder to fully relax, but in summer, when hanging out at friends' dachas, it was a different story. I kissed everyone in the company, all the male hands of my friends had been in my intimate corners. Fuckings happened periodically with two of them. They simply turned out to be the most resistant to alcohol. And when the whole company was passed out, it happened with me and them. I drink very little myself, and a small sip is enough for me to be cheerful and uninhibited. The other ladies in our company drank heavily and by the end of the event were completely wasted.
As a rule, fucking happened in the bathhouse, farther away from possible prying eyes. Well, I fucked with both of them at once. They laid me out and had me fully. I wasn't even 30 then, and they were about 13-15 years older. Experienced studs. They skillfully fucked me in all holes. I gave them passionate, deep blowjobs. As a rule, we fucked with condoms, and when there weren't any, they covered me from head to toe with their sperm. We used this threesome of ours for about 5 years. Probably people guessed about our mischief, but maybe the times in the 90s were wild, and everyone lived life to the fullest and didn't particularly get jealous of their own. I'll say more, a couple of times returning to the house after bathhouse fuckings, I became a witness to debauched activities from others in our company. And now I think that back then, probably all of us quietly fucked each other…
And here's a photo where I'm standing with colleagues at a pedagogical conference. Big bosses from Moscow came to visit us. I'm already 40. I'm already an official. Then there was a restaurant. Dancing. Movies, wine. And I'm already in a room with a Muscovite. I remember how beautifully we fucked. We started kissing in the elevator, he tenderly caressed my body, stroked my waist, kneaded my buttocks. In the room, my whole body shook. I was so aroused and wanted to feel him inside me faster. As soon as the door slammed shut, I frantically started tearing his clothes off, pulled down his pants along with his underwear, freed his cock, and immediately shoved it into my mouth, and started passionately sucking, squeezing his balls, with my other hand I caressed myself, raising the already high level of arousal.
He came quickly. I took every drop of his sperm into me. He picks me up, carries me to the bed, and immediately attaches his tongue to my crotch. I'm breathless with passion. His tongue is deeply exploring inside me. He licks and licks me. I start to cum, writhing and moaning from the orgasm that washes over me. And he continues to lick my vagina. I think I'm losing consciousness from pleasure. But I'm brought back to my senses by his cock entering me to its full length and methodically starting to squelch inside me. I tightly wrap my legs around him and kiss his lips hard. He increases the fucking frequency. We have one desire, to cum simultaneously. I bite him from passion. His balls loudly slap against my buttocks. Our moans merge into one, and we cum simultaneously, I feel the stream of his hot sperm filling me completely… Breathing heavily, he falls on me and freezes in bliss…
The photos in the album end here. I sit with my eyes closed, indulging in pleasant memories and lightly tickling my clit…