Philosophy of Sex

— Stupid, stupid fool,” I thought, watching as the last piece of cake, and with it my plans for it, went to hell.

The pig devils in this case are the mouth of Nadya, my sister’s friend, a deep-voiced, squat girl with the face of a seasoned, seasoned aunt. The aunt, apparently, had special plans for me, and therefore ate the cake as seductively as she could, apparently to evoke some kind of erotic reflection in me. However, if she aroused at least some desire in me, it was exclusively gastronomic.

I felt absolutely antagonistic emotions towards the second participant of the dashing tea party -

Alina, also a sisterly friend. It should be noted that Alina was Nadya’s antagonist not only in terms of the emotions she evoked in me, but also in her manners, figure, and appearance. In everything. Grace and elegance covered her every movement and gesture with a light, invisible flair. Unlike Nadya, a truly heroic bust, Alina did not have any outstanding size, but her small breasts favorably emphasized her sophistication, giving her sexuality a certain totality, permanentness, which there was not a single opportunity to resist.

— Trouble” came in a completely traditional way, as it should be, unexpectedly and unexpectedly.

Just a couple of days ago I was watching one of the World Championship matches when the doorbell interrupted the sports idyll. Alina’s confused smiling face looked at me from the threshold.

- Hey, weren't you waiting? — the face announces joyfully.

- I was waiting, of course. I've been setting the table since five in the morning and I'm still waiting, waiting, waiting. - I snap back irritably, as far as my reverent attitude towards her allows.

- Well, you see, how could I disappoint you? - the aspen stake of my heart coquettishly grimaces and then, without waiting for my thoughts on this matter, she answers herself, saying, of course not.

I’m waiting for the situation to develop, asking why I came and making a gesture to let you know that if you want, you can go into the apartment.

— It was raining outside and here I am with you,” Alina notes joyfully.

- Tropical downpours in Ecuador. Should I prepare to receive refugees from Ecuador? - I’m not appreciating, - come on in, maybe the victim of nature’s vagaries will have coffee?

- Oh yes, giving up your coffee is a crime against yourself. What are you putting in there?

It’s true, I really make coffee masterfully, I have something to be proud of.

- It is known that! Crushed bat bone, a whisper of potassium permanganate and virgin blood to taste. This time we'll do without blood. If you don't give yours.

I must have done it so convincingly that Alina was about to faint. I had to calm the girl down.

- Just kidding, of course, I’m not adding anything, I just know how to cook, otherwise you know...

- Leshenka, I need your help, - interrupts my cheerful speech.

— Well, take it, since you need it, it’s in that box, I’m saving it for you,” I answer with affectionate malice.

- I'm serious, don't mock me. If you don't help, this will be my last session.

Well, here she, apparently, is not lying, she really turns to me for help in cases of force majeure, therefore my impulse is unambiguous and selfless.

- By the way, the coffee has already been brewed, let’s go into the room and tell you what kind of cataclysm happened, how many of you are drowning in the abyss of knowledge.

I took two cups of coffee and we headed to my room. My plan was devoid of criminal-erotic intentions, it’s just convenient for me to lie there and watch the match, and half-listen to the preamble about the vile teacher and periodically nod to her, the main thing is in the right place, and nothing more is required of me in this place. The main thing is not to miss the moment, in fact, when she announces what I should help her with.

I must have missed something very important, because after the end of the match, when I was ready to take an active part in reprimanding the teacher, I noticed that she was no longer sitting in the chair opposite, but was standing by the window and looking somewhere down into the distance.

Meanwhile, her mood has sunk to chthonic depths, and at any moment she will roar with all passion, bring her head down on my chest, and begin to demand reassurance. In general, I am not against this development of events.

- So is everything serious? - I’m interested sympathetically.

- I’m thinking, we live, we don’t value anything, as if we’ll never die, we’re doing, frankly, bullshit. Well, for example, I’m upset because of a possibly bad grade, I’m wasting my time and yours now. Although you wasted it on garbage even without me. We will spend an hour on something insignificant, being calm that we have countless such hours.

I, to tell the truth, did not expect such a turn of events, I lie dumbfounded, blinking my eyes.

-What if a person knew that this was his last day? Or no, it’s better not a day, but an hour, it’s more difficult,” the newly minted philosopher continues, “what would you do if you knew that you had one hour left to live?

— I would love you for an hour. And then I would ask for more and apologize for my impudence to the heavenly office,” I think to myself.

- The truth, - interferes with my train of thoughts

- What is “truth”?

- Well, he would love me, right?

Yeah, but he said it out loud. Otherwise, why did her eyes shine like a puma’s and repeat my words exactly? He's a good thinker, to say the least. Well, it’s too late to give up:

- Yes. Well, maybe he still had a break to drink coffee. It’s also a pleasant and important activity, no matter how you look at it.

After this, events developed without any of my participation, by themselves. She sat down on the bed next to me, bent down and began to whisper in my ear. The aroma of her perfume and warm breath knocked the last of my consciousness out of me.

Come on, he says, let’s imagine that now is exactly the case and we can’t wait for it under any circumstances.

I look at her and smile. Most likely, idiotically, I understand that I won’t be able to stop and, just for the sake of formality, I want to remind her of her own virginity, which she passionately guards.

— But what about... You’ve never been...

— Shh, don’t say anything,” he answers in a whisper.

He ​​takes my hand and puts it on his left chest with an open palm. She is wearing a blouse and a bra underneath.

- How do you feel? - my Alina

is interested - Breasts! - I give a verdict with lightning speed

- Can you feel your heart beating? I want it to be

you and it doesn’t matter what happens next.

I'm getting hit on the head with a tub for the second time within ten minutes. But I can stand it.

— You’re amazing,” I continue to broadcast on autopilot and, obeying her request, I close my eyes.

She takes my middle finger, puts it in her mouth and starts running her tongue over it. I feel like I’m disappearing, but before the abyss I finally ask myself where she got all this.

Then she takes off her jacket and, having once again moistened my finger in her mouth, begins to slowly move it down her chest. As the finger moved lower, her breasts became more and more exposed. The areola is already visible. My finger touched a nipple. She slowly rolls her finger over the nipple and the area around it. I feel it getting harder and bigger. I also feel a huge lump in my throat and a sweet heaviness in my lower abdomen.

Realizing that it was time to seize the initiative, I got up from the bed, took off her bra, laid her down and now I was towering over her.

Securing her with my lips, I began to push my tongue into her mouth. After a long battle with her tongue, I switched to her ear, then her neck. I wanted to drink her to the last, not to leave a single place on her body that was not kissed. I squeezed her right breast in my hand and felt the hardened nipple pushing into my palm. Meanwhile, her left breast was subjected to no less torture - I alternated between tugging at her nipple with my tongue and then lightly biting it. While I was captivated by all this action, I somehow didn’t notice that I was no longer wearing a shirt and the belt on my trousers was unfastened. Moreover, Alina’s skillful hands were already working on exposing my organ, unzipping my fly.

Without letting go of her breasts, I continued to slide my lips over her body, going lower and lower. The navel became the transit point - here it became clear that my trousers were hindering my further progress. Lifting her legs, I began to pull off her pants, and then... Then it was her turn to panties.

Pulling off her panties and seeing how, centimeter by centimeter, her labia compressed between her legs were exposed, my penis became engorged with blood and seemed about to burst out.

Alina noticed this fact and rejoiced.

I spread her legs and approached the holy of holies of the maiden honor. Slightly spreading the labia majora and minora, I began to rub her clitoris with my tongue. Seeing moisture seeping out of the vagina, I began to lick it, running my tongue from the bottom of the entrance along the opening of the urethra and ending the journey on the clitoris.

Curving her chest upward, she pressed my head to her genitals.

Without stopping caressing her clitoris with my tongue, I spread her labia with the index finger and thumb of one hand, and with the middle finger of the other, lightly touching the entrance to the vagina, I moved it in a circular motion, then inserted it into the hole on the floor of the phalanx. By lightly pressing on the walls of the vagina, I massaged her Bartholin glands for a more abundant release of moisture. The result was stunning! Moisture just flowed out of her. After I pulled my finger out, viscous whitish-gray drops slowly flowed down from the vagina, wet the anus and formed a small round spot on the sheet.

Everything was ready for further action.

I pulled off my pants and underpants. The penis stood like a guard on duty, and the head still shone in the sun. Hovering over her, I began to slowly rub the head of my penis along the slit between her labia. I was enjoying the moment of the upcoming intercourse with Alina, and my heart, like a rubber ball, was rushing all over my body, hitting its boundaries. Every time he knocks, my eyes darken. But my sweet suffering, presumably, doesn’t bother her much, the torture is in full swing.

- It won’t hurt, I promise!

I’m lying, of course, godlessly, throwing sweet diamond dust into her burning gray-blue eyes, but such anesthesia will not be superfluous. The answer to me was her condescending smile. I didn’t believe it, I have to think, but here you are, they say, change for the promise.

I begin to slowly insert my penis into the hole. Alina faced the impending loss of virginity with her eyes closed, her breathing quickened and became more shallow. Now his entire head was immersed in the soft tissue of her labia, when a cherished obstacle stood in the way. Alina noted the achievement of her goal with a quiet groan. I paused for a second and continued to plunge into her hot, wet womb, stretching the thin girlish flesh with my head. As I penetrated deeper into her, my breathing became deeper and my moans became louder. She squeezed my buttocks in both hands, and with such passion that I myself was ready to scream in pain, but I didn’t interfere, it was a serious matter. I stopped for a while and was about to make the opposite movement...

- “No, no, don’t go out,” sounds somewhere in my head, “continue.” Then I only realize that it was her voice.

With a sharp movement I drive my penis into her vagina the entire length of the shaft. Sharp pain and ringing pleasure intertwine in her into one whole, like waves overlapping each other and breaking out in a drawn-out moan, turning into a scream. Her warmth and moisture envelop my penis over the entire surface. I'm completely immersed in it. This thought, like a blast wave, grows in my head, breaks into millions of fragments and is injected into my blood like sweet, poisonous nectar. Waves pass through her body, with my organ I feel her vagina contracting and expanding. Tears roll down from closed eyes. Feeling that I am approaching bodily exaltation, on the threshold of absolute happiness, I remove my penis from her and squeeze it at the base. Wet and slippery, it pulsates powerfully in my hand. Droplets of blood flow down the swollen veins and head.

— Everything is fine, my dear, you’ve done well,” I encourage the newly accomplished woman, “now it will only be pleasant.” I end the pacifying monologue with a kiss on the lips.

I slowly plunge my dick back into her. I feel how the ring of the inlet is pulled onto the head, squeezing it. I continue to move forward, spreading the warm, lubricating walls of my vagina.

I enter her powerfully and at the same time gently, along the entire length of the device, remove it and enter again, hitting the groin area against her thighs, causing their wave-like movement, dying out somewhere on the buttocks. Slowly I began to pick up the pace. With powerful movements of the piston-member, I seemed to knock the air out of her, a sweet moan escaping her lips every time I was completely immersed in her. The sound of her loud, groaning breathing mixed with the dull periodic creaking of the bed, my bass aspiration and squelching sounds from the place of our intercourse, merging into one solid cacophony of love.

The impending orgasm passes through her body in waves, causing convulsive body movements beyond her control. The back arches, the head is pulled back. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly to me and do not move for a while, without removing my throbbing member from her.

When she stopped beating, I pulled out of her, sat down, tucked my knees under me, pulled her towards me, lifted her buttocks, spreading her legs even wider, so that her knees were somewhere at chest level. All her dripping intimacy was right in front of me. I began to move the tips of my tongue from the pink-chocolate ring of the anus, contracting and unclenching in ecstasy, along the perineum to the labia swollen with excitement and rising to the elastic clitoris, which had reached a noticeable size. Having soaked my middle finger in her own moisture, I slowly, with rotational movements, squeeze it into her narrow anal hole, while at the same time I penetrate the vagina with my tongue, licking the moisture flowing out from there.

I can’t and I’m even afraid to stop, I want to stretch every moment into eternity. I take her in my arms and put her on her back on a table standing a couple of meters away, throwing her legs over my shoulders. Rubbing the head over my lips, I push the penis into the vagina, feeling it slip inside, expanding the canal. I begin to make reciprocating movements with an amplitude as long as the penis. I put the middle finger of my right hand into her mouth, and with my left I greedily squeeze her breast and begin the execution, now pulling it out, now pressing it in, pinching the hardened nipple between my fingers.

I feel the apogee approaching, my breathing quickens, my movements become shorter. With both hands I take her by the waist and then pull her towards me, pushing her onto my penis, then away from me - removing her. The tension reaches extreme levels, I throw my head back and begin to squint. I'm close... I'm already close.

Like an eruption of lava, the accumulated energy of a volcano, I spew out the passion and desire accumulated over the course of months in streams of viscous, viscous liquid. I cum with the first powerful jet of sperm directly into her. Then a powerful push and another portion of sperm pours out of me, filling Alina’s vagina, and again, and again.

After some time, I remove from her a penis that is already losing its former hardness, but is still quite strong and hot. A whitish, heterogeneous liquid emerged from the vaginal opening and began to slowly flow down it. Droplets of sperm flowed down from the hole on the head of my penis.

Alina stood up, knelt down in front of me and took my organ in her right hand. Half of the head was already covered by the foreskin. Having exposed it, she first licked the flowing droplets with her tongue. Then she kissed the head and took the penis in her mouth. She didn’t do it completely, there was only the head in her mouth. I felt her hot tongue sliding over the head. Involuntarily, I took the back of her head and pulled her head towards me, pushing the entire length of my penis into her mouth, so that her lips touched her groin. By this moment, it had already become noticeably shorter, but a couple more minutes and, like a phoenix, it was ready to rise. Not from the ashes, fortunately, but also nothing. After a moment, she began to slowly pull her head back, removing the penis from her mouth.

She got to her feet and stood in front of me smiling. Happy, just like me.

— I wanted to taste what’s in me now,” says

embarrassedly. “Well, how’s it going?” Can I add it to tea? - I’m returning to the usual “half-biting” state.

- Well, I’ll summarize, we didn’t live at least an hour in our lives in vain.

— Давай сделаем то, за чем я пришла и «уполезним» еще один час, — входит в раж Алина.

Интересно, был ли полученный результат ее изначальной целью или все получилось спонтанно?

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