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I’m returning from training, tired and happy. You feel a pleasant tiredness in your body and a feeling of accomplished feat in your soul. Training in the summer is especially pleasant because you have the opportunity to run and breathe in the pleasant aroma of the forest, swim in the clean and cool water of the lake and admire the beautiful forms of the fair sex being overtaken at a distance. When you are bursting with a stopwatch in your hand, measuring intervals of 500 meters of distance, and it seems that your lungs are about to tear your sternum, then the appearance in front of beautiful slender athletic legs, in short shorts, gives much more strength than some kind of energy drink or doping.

I want to show all my strength, power and impress the beauty running in front. She probably doesn’t care who runs and how and what he looks like, but this does not affect my desire to “show off.” Therefore, overcoming fatigue and fighting the desire to breathe like a steam locomotive, I pretend that I am running easily and freely, keeping my back straight and showing a beautiful running technique, I rush past the beauty, inhaling her aroma and enjoying the effect it has on her. Although the second is questionable. Be that as it may, after a run accompanied by forced accelerations, I return home exhausted and happy. Spiritual joy comes from the awareness and practical confirmation of my health, the presence of energy and willpower, as well as from the fact that perhaps I have aroused the interest of the beauties whom I overtook today. How much does a man need after work? Some people go to drink beer, some go to the TV, some go to the Internet, but I go to training. Everyone rests and relaxes in their own way.

I approach the entrance and see a girl sitting on a bench with long slender legs. No normal man can fail to notice such legs. First, the brain fixes the legs and only then the rest of the work begins to identify their owner. The legs belonged to Katyusha. This was surprising, because the girl had never aroused male interest in me since she was still very small. She came to visit her grandmother for the summer, so I could only see her during the holidays. Last summer, she was still a mischievous girl who still had time to study at school, but today a future first-year student is already sitting on the bench. "Hello!" — the girl is the first to greet me, noticing my gaze from afar. “Hello, hello! How long ago have you arrived? — I answered, trying to look into her eyes and not move them over her body, assessing the size of her breasts and other delights. “Yes, just now. I wanted to surprise my grandmother, but it didn’t work out. She went somewhere and now I’m sitting here, waiting,” Katya answered, smiling dazzlingly. “No good deed goes unpunished! How long have you been sitting there?” - I asked. “Probably three hours!” — the girl answered: “Have you been training again?”

Katya and I have been friends for a long time. Even when I was 12-13 years old, and she was about 7-8, she became attached to me, apparently experiencing her first childhood crush, which stretched through her entire childhood. On her last visit, she even wrote me a letter of gratitude in which she swore her love. I never took these feelings seriously, chalking them up to childhood emotions. But be that as it may, we had been friends for a long time, that’s why we talked to her so freely, although now my language and thoughts were confused. Katka, who just recently was a thin, bony, unprepossessing girl, suddenly turned into a drop-dead girl, a real sexy girl.

— Yeah! Made 20 today!” — I lied a little, wanting to “show off” in front of the girl. “You’re all so wet and smelly!” - Katya said with a laugh, which embarrassed me. Streams of sweat ran down my naked torso. “Yes, you need to take a shower, otherwise you’ll suffocate!” - I decided to get out of the situation with a joke, and was about to hide in the entrance when the thought flashed in my head: “Or maybe you want to eat or drink?” “Well, that’s right, yes. I really want to drink. I’ve already finished a whole bottle of mineral water!” - Katya answered and I made an inviting gesture towards the entrance. “Noooo! I won't go to you! You better bring it here for me!” - Katya said again with a grin. She really surprised me with this, so the amazement on my face was not at all feigned. “Why so?” - I asked. “Here you go!” — Katya answered, continuing to smile. “Are you afraid of me or what?” — I asked, already understanding that the girl was positioning herself and me as a man and a woman between whom something could happen. “There is such a thing! A girl shouldn’t go into a man’s apartment!” — you could feel real emotion in Katya’s voice. “And what are you afraid of? Am I scary? — I continued to torture the girl with my questions, offended that the girl did not trust me. "No. You're not scary. Quite the contrary. But you’re a man!” - Katya answered as if by rote. “So what if I’m a man? Before, you calmly came to me and didn’t think about the fact that I was a man?” — I decided to test the strength of the girl’s logic. “Before, this was before, but now, this is now!” — the girl’s logic was unbreakable. “So what has changed now?” — I did not let up, wanting to get out of her the true reason for the refusal. “I don’t know what has changed, but now I can’t just go into your house!” - the girl answered, clearly not wanting to talk about what the real motive was. “Well, you come to my house, so what? What bad thing could happen to you in my house?” - I asked, making the situation more specific, looking slyly at Katya. The girl answered me with an equally sly smile and said: “You know it yourself!” "No. I don't know. Do you think I can kill you, or what? Or cut into organs? Or iron it?” — I began to list the possible dangers for her from my hands. Katya laughed and replied: “No, of course!” “What then? Maybe you think that I’m a perverted maniac and will rape you with a vacuum cleaner?” — I continued to develop my imagination. Katya was clearly amused by my assumptions, and she shook her head negatively with a smile. I went through about twenty possible scenarios for the development of events, to which I received negative shakes of the girl’s head. “Well, then I don’t know what could scare you in my apartment! You just don’t want to be friends with me anymore!” - I said and made the most offended expression on my face that I could muster.

The girl looked at my sad face, thought and said: “I’m afraid that you will start pestering me and seducing me!” "And what? What's so scary about that? Now I’m also pestering you and seducing you, and what’s so dangerous about that?” “I answered, feigning surprise. “Are you pestering me now?” - Katya’s surprise was clearly real. "Certainly! You are a beautiful, pretty, sexy girl! I’m standing next to you and, while talking, I’m trying to make a good impression and make you want to continue communication with me, which will then develop into something more serious!” The girl smiled and asked a tricky question: “What is something more serious?” “This is how you and I will work out. For starters, you can just come to my place and drink tea while waiting for your grandmother!” — I answered and with an inviting gesture opened the door to the entrance.

Katya hesitated a little, but still got up, took her bags and went into the entrance. I took the heaviest bag from her, and we began to go upstairs. Having let the lady go ahead, I happily walked behind and looked at the girl’s figure, admiring her legs. The short skirt allowed me to see them completely, and when the girl took a step, she also showed off a small part of her ass, wearing wonderful panties that seemed to me in the darkness of the entrance, gray with some kind of pattern. They hugged her curves so beautifully and emphasized their beauty so much that I no longer doubted that Katya truly attracted me as a girl.

We came to my “bachelor pad” and I immediately went to the kitchen to put the kettle on, but Katya stopped me: “Maybe you should take a shower first, otherwise you’ll stink up the whole apartment!” “I don’t stink, but I smell! This is the smell of sport and a real man!” — I decided not to allow such an outrage against me. “Eww! You don't smell good! I was shaking on the train for three days, and I don’t stink like that! My head and back are just itching! Grandma will come and I’ll go straight to the shower!” - the girl retorted. “You can go here with me, and I’ll come right after you!” There’s a towel and all sorts of shampoos, they gave me a gift!” - I suggested: “Otherwise I’ll be clean and tasty, and you’re a dirty pig!” “You yourself are a pig! OK! Let’s go, otherwise I’ll suddenly have to sit here all day, I’ll be itchy all over!” — the girl answered and began to look for things for the shower in her bag. Then she fled into the bathroom and I heard the sound of water. While she was washing herself, I put the kettle on, pulled out all sorts of goodies from the refrigerator and cupboards and, after thinking a little, a bottle of wine. Seduce, so seduce! I did not have any great illusions or hopes regarding the success of my planned event, but as an ordinary man, I was ready to try my luck. What if you get to pamper and cuddle with the beauty! I still had the picture before my eyes of Katya climbing the stairs. Tired after work and training, it was as if I had turned on some kind of backup power source, so I was bursting with energy and the desire to act. Walking home, I dreamed of taking a shower, drinking tea and lounging in front of the TV on the sofa and smoothly falling asleep. And then there was such a drastic change in plans.

— Wow, seagulls!” - I heard the voice of Katya, who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen in my long T-shirt, under which, as one could guess from the protruding nipples, there was nothing. Well, maybe if only panties. “I took your T-shirt from the dryer, can I?” - Katya asked, as if maintaining an element of politeness, and, without waiting for my invitation, sat down at the table. A year ago, she just as calmly came to me to wash, since her grandmother did not have a water heater. She also calmly took my T-shirts and put them on herself. But then it wasn't so exciting. “Here is boiling water, here are cookies, sweets and marmalade. Here is the sugar, here is the tea leaves, the wine is open, here is the glass. Start without me, I’ll take a shower and be there soon!” “I said, trying to hide my excitement, and disappeared into the bathroom.

It smelled like a woman. Only a woman can wash herself so well that after her, even men’s shampoos and lotions leave such a scent in the air. I began to wash off the sweat and dust of the treadmill with pleasure. Those who practice spotting know what bliss it is to stand under the streams of the shower and expose the parts of the body that are exhausted by the load under them. For the future, I have already planned to buy a shower stall with different types of directed jets so that I can get maximum pleasure. Unexpectedly for myself, I noticed that my penis was in a highly erect state. Usually after a run, as a result of the strong outflow of blood to the muscles, he wrinkles and shrinks, as if in the cold, but now, he looked up proudly. It was very uncomfortable to leave the shower like this. You never know how Katya will react to this. I tried to relieve the erection with cold water and after a minute it helped. My friend began to calm down and settle down. Satisfied, I turned off the water and, taking a towel, began to dry myself, when suddenly I smelled the smell of Katya. Apparently she also dried herself with this towel. The subtle and sensual aroma again excited my loins. Then I decided to hide my rearing organ by wrapping myself tightly in a towel. My penis was pressed to my stomach, its hot head reaching above my navel. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see any incriminating evidence and left the bathroom.

Katya was already sitting on the sofa, holding a bottle of wine and a bunch of grapes in her hand. She drank wine straight from the bottle, putting her lips to the neck. “Does it taste better?” — I asked, admiring the girl sitting on the sofa. “Yeah! And your hands are free!” — the girl answered and I clearly saw the sparkle in her eyes. “That’s what grandma will ask you when you come out to her drunk!” - I said, approaching Katya, and taking the bottle from her, I also took a few sips. After the workout I was terribly thirsty, but I really didn’t want to go to the kitchen for tea. The tart, slightly sweet wine immediately went to my head. I haven’t drunk anything containing alcohol for a long time, and that’s probably why I was overwhelmed so quickly. Katya didn’t let me drink it all and snatched the bottle from my hands with a laugh: “I’ll sober up before the evening!” In just a few sips, she and I quickly emptied the container. “How pleasantly my head is spinning!” - Katya said and expressed a desire to lie down. I took a pillow from the closet and threw it at one end of the sofa, and sat down on the other side. Katya laid her head on the pillow and threw her legs over my hips. With great joy, I immediately placed my palms on them. What soft and pleasant skin, smooth and so exciting.

Katya, with obvious reluctance, began to stroke my legs, with strong muscles, large veins and very hairy. Her touch was pleasant and exciting. To support the girl and add courage to her, I began to moan, and then decided to pretend that I had fallen asleep. “Maxim? Maxim, did you fall asleep or what?” - Katya became worried, but I snored diligently. Katya stopped stroking my legs, but then continued, immediately moving on to my thighs. The girl’s tender and affectionate palms stroked my legs, and it took me a lot of effort not to give myself away with a sweet moan. At some point, I realized that my penis had found a loophole and was starting to crawl out. The pressure of the towel weakened and my organ, pulsating with excitement, slowly but surely made its way up. I already felt a chill on his head, which meant that he was about to come out. The girl, of course, did not know about the processes taking place, but taking advantage of my sleep, she began to smooth my legs more calmly and more actively, apparently getting some pleasure from it. I could already feel her fingers dangerously close to my groin, which made my body twitch. This frightened the girl at first and she pulled her hand away every time, but after making sure that I was still asleep, she returned it to its place again.

I could only guess what she was thinking about and why she was doing this, but the main thing was that I was pleased. After another twitch of the body, the towel moved and the pressing force disappeared and my penis stuck its head out. Katya did not immediately notice this, as her stroking continued and only after a while she froze. I carefully watched through closed eyelids as she stared at the exposed head of my organ. Surprise mixed with fear was clearly visible in her eyes. She removed her hands and moved away from me, turning her head to the side, but a moment later she was looking at him again. I, pretending that I was dreaming about something exciting, moved my body, as a result of which the towel slipped even more, exposing my organ even more. Now the girl could see not only the head, but also part of the shaft, a smooth member with veins swollen from excitement. It throbbed and moved with pleasure at being looked at. And then the unexpected happened. Katya carefully reached out her hand and hooked the edge of the towel, throwing it to the side, completely revealing my groin, giving her the opportunity to examine the entire penis and balls.

I saw how carefully Katya looked at my organs, tilting her head first to the right, then to the left. It gave me great pleasure. My penis filled with even greater desire, and pressure grew in my groin. My prostate has always produced a lot of secretion, and now, the first drop of clear liquid appeared from the head of my penis. Sparkling in the rays of sunlight entering the room from the window, it began to increase in size, and then, pulling out a thin cobweb behind it, it fell onto its stomach, spreading into a small wet spot. Katya looked at this action in fascination and saw nectar dripping from my pulsating penis, one drop after another. I saw how the pupils of her eyes enlarged, how her cheeks turned red and how the nostrils of her nose began to flare. The girl was clearly excited by what she saw. I wanted to know what she would do next.

Having seen enough of the wonders of the male body, Katya, looking at my face, making sure that I was sleeping, slowly extended her hand and touched the shaft of my penis with her index finger and immediately pulled her hand back and turned away. I continued to carefully pretend to be asleep, without moving a single muscle, either on my face or on my body. Only my penis responded with a series of strong contractions. Reassured by this, Katya touched the penis with her finger a second time, but no longer began to pull her hand away, but carefully stroked it, and then grabbed it with her palm, as if measuring its thickness. She ran her hand over it several times, from the base to the head. My nectar got onto her palm and with the next strokes, the girl smeared the lubricant all over the penis. This made him shine. Katya's stroking caused another series of powerful pulsations in the penis and I could not hold back a moan. Katya recoiled from me in fear.

I rose and sat down, and the towel finally fell off my body, and my penis took a vertical position. Katya wanted to get up from the sofa and leave, but I took her by the shoulders and, pressing her to me, kissed her, pressing her lips into hers. She began to struggle and hit me on the shoulders, but I continued to push my tongue into her mouth, crushing the girl’s body under me. Very quickly she found herself underneath me, sandwiched between my spread legs, pinned to the sofa by my arms. My penis looked menacingly at the girl, demonstrating its intentions. I finally made my way into her mouth and began to look for a tongue to play with, while at the same time stroking her breasts with one hand, tugging at the nipples through the fabric. (Specially for .org - ) My onslaught was swift and strong, but the resistance was very weak and after a minute it disappeared completely. Apparently not feeling an immediate threat to her slit, and receiving pleasant sensations from my caresses, the girl relaxed.

I pulled away from her lips to look into her eyes and Katya immediately said: “Let me go!” Now!” I was in no hurry to carry out her order: “Why should I let you go?” "Because! Let me go, I said!” - Katya answered, but I didn’t like this answer at all. “I’ll let you go if you tell me why I should let you go,” I continued to persist, stroking the girl’s chest and kissing her neck. The girl’s answer did not come immediately: “Because we can’t do this!” There was no longer harshness or fear in her voice. “Why can’t we do this? For example, I can like to kiss and caress you, but why can’t you receive caresses and kisses from me?” — I insisted on continuing the caresses, kissing the girl on the collarbone and, moving to the chest, right through the fabric of the T-shirt, caressing her mounds and nipples, which began to protrude even more and become hard. “You and I are not dating, that’s why we can’t!” - Katya whispered as she exhaled, stopping pushing my shoulders with her hands. I kissed her on the tummy and stroked her breasts with my palms, moving my lips lower and lower. The girl's body trembled and her breathing became strong and noisy. “You and I have been dating for half our lives! Every summer! — I retorted, feeling the elastic band of her panties with my lips under the fabric of the T-shirt and going even lower. “It doesn’t count! We didn’t date as a guy and a girl!” - Katya answered with notes of pleasure, clinging to the upholstery of the sofa with her claws.

My lips, sliding over the T-shirt, ended up on the girl’s hips and immediately rushed up, under the fabric. My head was covered and I began to kiss the skin of her thighs, caressing and causing stronger moans. “How did we meet? How's the boyfriend and boyfriend?" — I continued our conversation in passing, pressing my lips into the upper edge of the girl’s crack, hidden behind the fabric of her panties, causing her to scream loudly. She tried to answer me something, but it turned out to be an incoherent set of words. Katya tried to cover her slit from my caresses by placing her palms on it, pressing her T-shirt to her panties and squeezing her legs tightly. “We met as friends!” — the girl barely said, trying to prevent my lips from touching her slit again, but I turned out to be stronger and more agile. My tongue plunged between her closed legs and began to stroke her slit, which was already incredibly hot. “Well, you see, we met after all! So this is not an argument!” — I still found an opportunity to answer and continued the caresses again. I was able to pick up the edge of her panties with my teeth and stick my tongue under it and was already caressing the edge of the slit. “It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter!” - Katya whispered, but her legs parted slightly and my tongue was able to move even further and caress even more. The girl no longer pressed her hands to her stomach, but wrapped them around my head and neck. “And I think it’s possible! If you're careful!" — I continued my attack on the girl’s beliefs. I lifted my T-shirt up, exposing my belly and its bottom, kissing the exposed skin, moving up to the inviting mounds.

My hot, hard, wet and slippery penis rubbed against Katya’s legs, receiving long-awaited tactile sensations, scaring the girl herself with its size, hardness and temperature. Katya felt a hard and living object, dripping with moisture, pressing and sliding against her leg. Realizing that this object was interested in what was hidden between her legs, she carefully brought them together, but sometimes, under the pressure of my caresses, they unclenched for a while, but as soon as my penis moved up, they contracted again. “Maxim! We only agreed on tea! Enough already!” - Katya asked me. “There was no such thing as only tea! And I won’t have enough!” - I persisted, increasing the caresses and moving my penis up millimeter by millimeter. This confrontation was repeated several times until the tip of my penis poked between the slightly spread legs, which immediately tightened, clasping it. At that moment I was already kissing the girl on the lips and breasts open for caresses. My tongue diligently licked and tugged at the sharp and hard papillae, and my teeth bit them a little. I liked to feel the slit at the tip of my spear, contracting with fear but hot with excitement. I began to carefully but firmly press my penis on the girl’s perineum, trying to get into the place where her clitoris is located. Apparently this worked out very well for me, because Katya relaxed her legs again, and my organ began to move freely between them, and the girl herself began to wave me.

At this moment I pulled away, because I felt that I was ready to cum, splashing streams of sperm onto the girl’s body. But I didn’t want to end our communication like that. I was kneeling over the girl, leaning on my palms, and between my legs

lay a girl eager to continue the caresses. My penis, like a tank gun, looked forward and swayed menacingly. Katya looked at him with wide eyes, clearly trying him on herself. “I want you, Katyusha! I want to be in you! Caress you inside! - I whispered in the girl’s ear. "You'll hurt me!" - Katya answered plaintively, but there was no protest or refusal in her voice. She wanted me, but she was afraid of the pain. She was still looking at my swaying penis, from which clear liquid was still flowing, and at the hanging sac with eggs. She touched my hot penis with her palm and stroked it, and then my scrotum. “He's big and hot! It will hurt me, Maxim! No, please! - Katya asked, but her voice did not have that confidence that would definitely make me retreat. “It won’t hurt you much! Just a little bit! I promise! Like a mosquito bites and that’s it!” - I urged, and for greater persuasiveness, I showed what the pain would be by slightly biting Katya on the nipple. She screamed and dug her claws into my back. After the bite, a pleasant wave swept through her body and a blissful smile appeared on her face. “Is that it? And it doesn’t hurt more?” she asked. “That's exactly it! I want to be very careful with you, so that you feel pleasant and good! I want to love you so much!” - I whispered passionately in her ear. Katya closed her eyes and her legs relaxed even more, as if making it clear that she agreed.

— You have to show me that you want me!” - I said. I had many women, and just sexual intercourse did not give me the emotions and feelings that I so wanted. I liked to possess not only the body, but also the soul of a girl. And now, I wanted to take her, but only if she herself placed her cave under my penis. Katya looked at me with eyes clouded with lust, as if asking what I wanted from her. “You must open up for me, show me the entrance inside yourself!” - I said, hovering over the girl’s body. Katya lowered her hands down and picked up her panties, pulled them down, and then, raising her knees, touching my erect penis with them, she took them off her legs, constantly watching how my penis was pulsating. I liked watching Katya look at my organ with obvious fear, mixed with lust. Especially for her, I moved my pelvis so that my ram would swing to the sides, up and down, showing my power and strength. Trembling with her whole body, Katya spread her legs, opening for him the entrance to her cave. She was all wet, the petals were swollen and oozing nectar, and they easily opened, opening the passage. “Take him and guide him!” - I said to the girl and she, taking my organ with her fingertips, placed it directly at the entrance that was blazing with heat.

Smeared with blood, fluids, sperm and saliva, sweaty, we lay contentedly on the floor, where we fell in a mutual orgasm. Exhausted and satisfied, we looked at each other and smiled, enjoying the happiness that we gave each other. I looked with some longing at the smeared sofa and thought that I would leave everything as it was, so that there would be a memory of these events.