Night of Metamorphoses

I was 26 years old at the time. I lived alone in a large apartment, which was left to me after the tragic death of my parents. They were musicians and while on tour they were involved in a car accident.

I separated from my husband not long ago. He is a good person, but this was not enough to save the family.

I have many friends. We often gather at someone's place. Usually the housewife bakes a cake or pie. The tea ceremony occupies a very important part of the evening, and the housewives make the most of their creativity, competing, or rather rivaling, with each other.

It was the time of gramophones and 78-rpm records. We read a lot, were interested

in the events happening around us and loved music. Many of us played various musical instruments and at our evenings we often heard Bach and Tchaikovsky, Mozart and Chopin.

I saw him at such an evening. An impeccably fitting dark gray suit, a tastefully chosen tie, and carefully styled hair immediately drew my attention to Him.

We were introduced. I really liked His soft manner of conversation and some kind of not modern gallantry. But I was especially impressed by His hands.

When he sat down at the piano and began to play Mendelssohn, I could not take my eyes off his hands. Not very large, with beautiful fingers, they easily and naturally produced enchanting melodies.

I myself played the piano and understood that if this man had made music his profession, an extraordinary fate would have awaited him.

At this evening I also played my beloved Beethoven. Everyone liked it, and I received my share of compliments. He also said several beautiful and gallant words.

The next time I saw Him was in my house. He came along with my friend and her husband, a rising medical star, always busy, often rushing to the next emergency call at the most inopportune moment.

As the first time, I was struck by His refined demeanor, His gentleness, I repeat, gallantry and something that simply surrounded me, enveloping me with warmth and comfort. I was simply captivated by His tact.

The evening went wonderfully, but my friend’s husband kept calling his work and inquiring about the condition of the patient whom he was operating on today. The matter ended with him being called to the hospital. They left and we were left alone.

The decoration of our apartment is a concert grand piano left over from my parents.

We played Chopin four hands. Sometimes our hands touched each other. For me it was an exciting touch. I waited, I wanted His arms to embrace me, to press me to this man who worried me. I waited, my thoughts far from Chopin's music. A different music sounded within me, the music of desire, the music of rolling passion.

This has never happened before.

My sexual experience was limited only to intimacy with my ex-husband. I felt good with him. I quickly reached orgasm, but I never had the feeling of “flight” that little modest friends often talked about among themselves.

And so, I waited, I wanted, I was burning with impatience. But the feeling of embarrassment held me back.

The notes floated before my eyes. I started making mistakes. He stopped playing. My hands dropped lifelessly to my knees. He turned and looked at me carefully. I didn’t see his eyes, but suddenly I realized that what I wanted most would happen now.

And I became scared. Scared yourself. I was ready to grab this not brave, timid man myself, pull his immaculately combed head towards me, dishevel this perfect parting and kiss, kiss, kiss...

I rose from the chair in confusion. He immediately stood up. His hand touched mine.

I have often read about charges that jump when trembling hands or feet touch. And these descriptions left me indifferent.

Now I understood, no, I felt that something inexplicable pierced my whole body. I lost my balance and found myself in His arms. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I pressed my whole body against him. She grabbed His neck, pulled Him towards her and literally pressed His lips into His.

It was a kiss of passion, intemperance, desire and a sign of readiness for anything.

I myself put His timid hand on my excited chest. I wanted Him to feel what was happening to me, so that swollen nipples, intermittent breathing and a greedy mouth were waiting for His response.

There was a reaction, but it was very timid, and maybe too gentle. I wanted a whirlwind of passions, there was only gentle stroking and very careful kisses.

It was torture. I couldn't hold back any longer.

It’s so good that I didn’t see myself from the outside at that moment. I never could have imagined that I could be overcome by such passion, such impatience, such shamelessness.

I literally tore off His jacket, pulled out the shirt from his trousers, felt the warmth of His naked body and, exhausted from the feelings and sensations that overwhelmed me, began to slowly sink to the floor.

He ​​picked me up, picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.

He ​​fiddled with his tie for a long time, I was ready to break it. I had no time to unbutton my shirt, so I simply tore it over His head. I had no time to admire his body. I wanted Him with every cell of my body.

And He kindly and gently, without any hurry, began to undress me.

Not hoping that He would do it quickly, I took off my bra myself and helped the skirt fall to my feet.

One of my advantages is my breasts. Quite large, they stood proudly, resting their hardened nipples against His body.

I tried to take off His pants, but the belt had some kind of tricky buckle that I couldn’t handle. Frantically, I began to pull my trousers down, but they did not budge.

Tears of resentment and impatience were ready to spill from my eyes. But then I felt the gentle touch of His lips on my nipples.

What can these touches be compared to? With touching the mother's breast during the first feeding. No, that's not the feeling.

This is an incomparable feeling of affection from the MAN you want.

The ground again began to disappear from under my feet. I lay down on the bed. I was only wearing panties, which He was in no hurry to take off.

I lay exhausted, closing my eyes. I didn’t understand that He was messing around there.

But then He lay down next to me. My eyes were closed. Everything that happened was conveyed only through sensations. So His lips clung to mine and sweet languor began to fill me again, and His hand touched my hardened nipples. I could hardly hold back a groan of pleasure. Then His hand slid along the body, came across the elastic band of the panties, then the panties began to slide, and I immediately raised my butt so as not to disturb Him. And then, with amazing shamelessness, I felt how wet, invitingly wet it was. I was ready to accept a Man, I pressed a MAN, I wanted Him.

This has NEVER happened.

He ​​was lying nearby. I felt His dick pressing against my side. I felt its size and hardness well. He continued to caress me, but for some reason he hesitated.

That’s it, I couldn’t endure this sweetest torture any longer. I grabbed His dick and pulled Him towards me. I myself directed my penis where my waiting body was calling and, grabbing His buttocks, fiercely pressed Him to me.

He ​​didn’t enter me, he flew into me.

Then something incredible began to happen. A metamorphosis has occurred. There was a non-human sound, or rather a roar. He made this sound. His penis began to rapidly ram me, trying to literally pierce me through, trying to reach the very bottom. His movements became swift and sharp. Where did the slowness and gentleness go? It was Satyr, an insatiable Stallion, who broke free from his chain and got to his “victim”.

His penis worked like a piston, and very soon I began to feel how consciousness began to leave me from the approaching orgasm. And then He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and his penis began to enter me even deeper, reaching some mind-blowing points. I'm done. I screamed with pleasure. Something unimaginable was happening to me. I couldn’t even imagine how good I felt, or rather, how good it could be. But it was so good, and it was with me.

My scream stopped my partner. He pulled out his dick and laid me on my stomach, then lifted my ass. I willingly got down on all fours. “Below” I had a complete “flood”. He positioned himself behind me and with a strong push and a squelch entered me. I bent over with pleasure and squatted slightly, like a spurred horse. His hands held me by the waist and literally impaled me on his penis. There was no particular need for this, since I myself strove to meet this miracle with great desire.

First time He came only when I was on top. By this point, I just stopped counting my orgasms.

He ​​lay down on his back. I rested my hands on His shoulders and sat on His penis. Then I began to get up and sit down in the rhythm in which I received maximum pleasure. He helped me with this. Suddenly I felt how He tensed and quickened the pace, I immediately adjusted to him. At some point He pressed me to Him and did not allow me to move. His penis stopped inside me, shuddered several times, and at first I heard an inhuman cry, and then I felt how good it felt for Him, how well he came. This made me feel good, I was happy that the Man received pleasure and satisfaction.

I already said that this was the first time this happened to me. Previously, my husband and I almost never changed positions; I experienced an orgasm at most once during sexual intercourse, and never other liberties. We always turned off the lights, and I tried not to show myself naked in front of my husband. I read and heard a lot from my friends, but all this passed me by.

Everything changed with this man. I became different, I suddenly realized that to be a woman, you need to meet a man.

So, He finished, and I carefully lay down next to him. There was a bright light in the bedroom and, to my surprise, it didn’t bother me.

His member, having lost its hardness, lay down on His leg.

Metamorphoses continued.

I suddenly had the urge to touch it. I took the penis in my hand, and it immediately responded to my touch. He shuddered, and his master made another sound of satisfaction.

From the moment the last piano notes fell silent, we did not utter a single word. Everything happened intuitively, literally in the subconscious. And only the sounds of passion shook the walls of the bedroom.

The member trembled and began to come to life. The blood vessels began to become more and more visible, it began to rise and harden.

It was a miracle. I've never seen anything like this. It's so exciting. Completely involuntarily, my hand slid over this wonderful organ. His head looked at me invitingly. I began to understand the rabbit, which, under the hypnotizing gaze of the boa constrictor, goes into its mouth.

The attraction was irresistible. The lips themselves first touched the delicate surface, then opened slightly and the head was in the mouth.

I can’t describe how I felt. The first thought is what am I doing?

After all, I have a man’s penis in my mouth. What a horror, I'm giving a blowjob. By myself, no one asks me or forces me. What's wrong with me? But the pleasure that I began to experience, caressing, touching with my tongue, sucking this male miracle, was instantly erased by thoughts of shame and doubt.

I pleased Him. He moaned and snorted very expressively. His hand lay on my head, and He pressed it lightly, indicating that I would take it deeper. I tried to do this, but choked and squeezed his penis with my teeth. It hurt him, his penis trembled. I felt guilty. I tried very hard to make amends by stroking the head with my tongue and lips. I tried to immerse it as deeply as possible and after a while I achieved tangible results.

I had double the pleasure. The novelty of sensations, and some kind of unfamiliar excitement, and secondly, the consciousness that I am doing something pleasing to Him. The only thing I was worried about was what to do when He finished. I knew that sperm was being swallowed. My friends said that this also gives pleasure, but it scared me.

I raised my eyes to the top, not letting my dick out of my mouth. He closed his eyes and was “in seventh heaven.” His breathing quickened, and I realized that He was about to cum. In a panic, I pushed out my penis, and a hot stream hit my face.

I was taken aback, and suddenly I realized that I was not disgusted, I was pleased. It was I who brought Him to orgasm with my mouth, with my caresses. He cums, he feels good. I again grabbed the cumming member into my mouth, and the last drops of sperm fell into me to my great pleasure.

It was empty, but everything inside me was on fire. I was excited by my shamelessness, my courage, the novelty of sensations. The feeling of the intoxicating smell of sperm, which I simply smeared on my face, excited me, causing a surge of passion and desire. I wanted Him, I couldn't wait any longer. My hand again reached for the resting member. But He intercepted it and, leaning over me, began kissing my chest first, then his tongue slid over my stomach and stopped near the clitoris.

It was a completely new feeling. I froze in anticipation. My legs parted on their own, allowing His head to pass through. Suddenly a spasm of delight ran through my body. At first I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. And only a few moments later it dawned on me that it was his tongue that was touching and caressing my clitoris.

I simply couldn’t stand it. I heard myself screaming and moaning, but I couldn’t hold back. As He caressed me with His tongue, consciousness left me more and more. I was dying loudly from unreal pleasure.

Suddenly something changed. A new feeling arose. Continuing to caress me with his tongue, His hand penetrated under me and his finger touched my anus.

I didn’t understand the impression. Consciousness began to return. I tried to understand what was happening and how I felt.

The finger persistently groped for the entrance. I instinctively squeezed my butt, but it was too late. The finger stubbornly entered the anus, froze for a moment, but the loan moved inside again. It was not unpleasant, but the new sensation did not bring pleasure either. I relaxed and again began to feel His tongue, which was already tugging at my lips THERE. The tongue repeated the movements of the penis, but not deep inside, but near the entrance, as if teasing me, turning me on even more. The finger penetrated deeper and deeper into me. But then he stopped, walked back a little and again returned to his previous depth. I felt languor, warmth and something new. The tongue and finger synchronized their movements, and I came with a squeal. It was so new, so good that I just switched off.

The return to the real world did not happen immediately. At first I felt a man lying next to me. Then the realization came that an amazing metamorphosis had occurred that night. I discovered a whole world of new amazing sensations. That night I understood and really felt how diverse life can be and many concepts of what is possible and what is not have relative meaning. I crossed the threshold of the wrong Puritan upbringing. I have become a woman who wants, can and will definitely receive complete pleasure from intimacy with a man.

It was a night of metamorphosis.