Deceptive Innocence
At first glance, Marina was a sweet and shy girl. Short, about one meter sixty tall, skinny, with thin legs and a small butt, a slightly frightened face and long hair down to her shoulder blades, as well as a girl's size A chest. Just such an unformed, fragile little candy-girl. But once you got to know her a little better — her fantasies and desires were so shocking that after meeting her, you'd start looking for vices in any innocence.
She was probably a nymphomaniac. If, of course, you can say that about a girl who wanted not just sex, but sex with a twist. Someone would call her a slut (she fucks at least one guy every week), but I reserve that unflattering term for girls who have realized that their happiness lies in constant fucking; Marina, however, enjoyed not so much the process itself, but the path to achieving and conducting it.
Plain sex wasn't particularly interesting to her, although in moments of hunger she agreed to that too. For her, it was normal to instantly seduce any guy she liked on the street and drag him to bed/an alleyway/bushes, and sometimes even, without hiding, start copulating in a crowded place. I remember once I was walking with a girl in one of Moscow's parks, when suddenly I heard rather suspicious sounds coming from the other side of a fence of trees and shrubs. Ignoring the protests of my companion, who had already started to get a bit annoying, I decided to check what was going on.
— Hey, Marin," I said in surprise to the girl who was being fucked doggy-style on a small hidden clearing.
— Oh, hey, Max," she waved her hand at me cheerfully. "Are you joining us?
— I have slightly different plans," I smirked, enjoying the stunned look of the guy fucking her. Of course, I never spoke to the girl I was walking with again after that.
She probably told him about her modesty and shyness, so that he would feel like some kind of seducer. This was one of her favorite tricks, because without makeup and clever phrases, she could easily be mistaken for an 8th or 9th grader, which she happily used. A profile on any dating site, a few photos of her "at school," from everyday life, as well as in a swimsuit, a note saying she's 18 and wants something new — that's it, she couldn't escape the crowd of lustful males anymore. She chooses the most attractive one, tells a tearful story about how a classmate fucked her and dumped her, and now she thinks sex is something unpleasant and disgusting. During the meeting, she acts very constrained, screams a lot, says how great her temporary chosen one is compared to inexperienced peers. (Specially for .org— ) And she gets off on the sight of the man or guy trying to "corrupt" her. Once I witnessed this myself when she hid me in her closet at home. Some guy came over, according to the legend, just to watch a movie with her. Sitting on the sofa, he tries to caress her, she resists — it's like some kind of porn-comedy. Despite the funniness of the situation, the sight of him trying to grope her when she huddled in the corner was very arousing. For half an hour he "taught" her to suck cock, and for how she resisted when persuaded to have anal sex, she deserved an "Oscar." In short, she was quite the wild one.
How did we meet? Again, websites were to blame. She offered to help her win a bet with a friend: Marina needed to suck off a guy from that site. Of course, even then she couldn't resist the temptation to say she was very inexperienced in this matter, because, "despite" being "eighteen," as she stated on the site, she hadn't learned how to do it. After an hour and a half, I was already looking for her at the specified metro station. A miniature, fragile figure appeared, about fifteen minutes late.
— Am I supposed to... suck you off?" she asked fearfully.
Some guy was sitting in the driver's seat of the car where it was all supposed to happen. Seeing us settled in the back seat, he drove into a courtyard where no one would disturb us, turned around, and prepared for the show. Marina resisted as best she could. About twenty minutes passed before, with joint persuasion, she took my cock into her mouth. She gave herself away instantly here: she worked her tongue too well, she must have been waiting for it. Soon the man couldn't stand it and joined us, sitting next to the girl. He took out his cock and started jerking it off, trying to get Marina to at least take it in her hand, but she wouldn't agree, continuing to suck me off. Then the man asked me to touch his tool.
It was quite large and well-groomed. Bending so as not to disturb the girl, I took it in my hand and started jerking it off slightly. Marina broke away from me for a moment, glanced at what was happening, and got back to work. For some reason, she categorically refused to undress, overdoing the image of a virgin girl.
— Max, well, how about you suck him off then, since she doesn't want to.
By that point, I had already figured Marina out, so I decided to have some fun and play hard to get myself. The man diligently tried to convince me that there was nothing scary about it, that I should throw away all homophobic stuff, that at my age I should try everything. The most compelling argument was "look how much she likes it." At that phrase, she broke away from me, looked me in the face, and nodded. I couldn't resist such a forced look. Trying not to burst out laughing, seeing how the man was trying to bend to reach my mouth (Marina and I, as if conspiring, weren't planning to move from our spot), I started sucking him off. From overexcitement, he came first, not even planning to pull his cock out of my mouth. I blinked my eyes in surprise, trying to figure out what to do with the cum now.
— Let me try," Marina asked me.
I carefully poured the cum into her mouth, and she started demonstratively swishing it around with her tongue. Then she asked the man to get out so she could spit. Some old lady was walking by. First, an adult man climbed out of the car, then the girl stuck her head out and spat too profusely. To complete the effect, I looked out from the opposite window and spat out the remains. We had to leave very quickly.
We got a ride to her apartment (and at twenty, it's not surprising to have your own), and Marina, without saying anything extra to the guy, grabbed my hand and dragged me along. After sex in the bathroom, which moved to the bedroom, she tried to tell me a tearful story about how that was her uncle and he was constantly harassing her, but seeing my skeptical look, she dropped that idea. Instead, she laid it all out as it was.
That man had been pursuing her for about a month, and in the end, she agreed to suck him off, but the mandatory condition was to take a classmate's in her mouth first, so it would be more familiar for the first time. I wondered what grade a nineteen-year-old guy would pass for. Nevertheless, the girl got what she wanted, and I was supposed to leave, but this "underage girl" stubbornly hugged me and didn't want to let go. Starting from that day, I ended up being nearby for most moments when she needed closeness, not sexual, but rather spiritual. Listing my virtues ("you're cute," "you're fun to be with," and the most devastating "you understand me"), she gently stroked my chest when we lay hugging on her bed, which had already seen quite a few men. Was I disgusted by that fact? I think yes, but Marina didn't pay attention to it, and I wasn't used to refusing a girl, even such a spoiled one. She probably thought guys interested me too. As she later confessed, she wasn't attracted to the sight of guys fucking, which is common for many girls, but my blowjob in the car was "impressive."
We didn't meet very often: such a girl could get bored with it, and I didn't want to lose her attention: who knows when I might want to try something new. So, at my request, she agreed to play the role of a little girl, but who knew she acted as she lived: after I got tired of persuading her for the third hour and became more insistent, she kicked me out of the apartment, declaring that she would "tell mom everything."
Of course, having such a gift among acquaintances
isn't easy, you had to pay for it too. The brightest such repayment of the debt for the acquaintance was the moment when Marina wanted to "turn red from friction." She needed a bunch of guys who would take turns fucking her, and then cum on her en masse — she'd watched too many porn films, the little pervert. Understanding that this was, to put it mildly, unsafe, she asked me to help her with it. After brainstorming the idea, we settled on five guys, invited at certain intervals, so they wouldn't get too tired and Marina wouldn't get bored. The search wasn't easy: guys are heroes in words, but when it comes to action — they hide in the bushes. Some had the stupidity to set their own ridiculous conditions, some asked for a preliminary meeting. The Internet hadn't taught them yet how to communicate with such girls. By the end of the week, the candidates were chosen, logistics calculated, information delivered.
The remaining four guys plowed the little girl, who seemed like an awkward flexible construction between their pumped bodies, for about three hours straight. Two were in Marina's pussy at once, but not for long: it was very inconvenient to get to her ass that way, and it was too tempting. Finally, the girl took pity and allowed herself to be watered. Similar to porn films where the actress is on her knees, mouth open, and a bunch of men are about to spray her, the little girl waited for the guys to cum in her. She collected each one's cum and settled on the sofa, continuing to pleasure herself, swishing the semen around in her mouth. It wasn't hard to send the guys away; Marina's gesture of "get the hell out of here" was indisputable.
I closed the door and entered the room; the girl ordered me to undress. Obeying her, I lay on my back, she climbed on top and released the cum into my mouth. For a while, we kissed, passing the guys' semen to each other, then smeared it on our bodies. How we didn't manage to get sick with such fantasies...
When I tried to insert into Marina, she protested and started whining.
— I've already been fucked today, now it's your turn.
Knowing what she was getting at, I tried to object, but arguing with a girl obsessed with sex is useless in principle.
— I just want to chat with you, what's wrong with that?" she smiled sweetly.
I don't know where she got this idea of a "heart-to-heart talk" from, but soon she made me sprawl on the bed, while she positioned herself on top, constantly brushing against me with the strapon she had put on.
— It's strange that you're indifferent to girls, with your fantasies," I remarked.
— I'm hetero," she declared stubbornly. "I'm only with boys. And besides, I don't feel like licking, and as for straponing someone — well, I have you, or someone else if you refuse.
I don't know what exactly made the girl enjoy such sex, but Marina engaged in it with me very rarely and only when she either wanted to express gratitude or simply needed a moment of intimacy.
— Thank you for today, Max. I'm so glad I have you.
— You're always welcome, Marin, the feeling is mutual.
— Listen, why aren't we dating? We suit each other in every way.
— You're back to the old stuff. We'll fight within the next week, and besides, I told you how I feel about your escapades.
— Oh, yeah, the more a guy has seen in his life, the more he wants a nun-girl.
— And besides... are you sure it's worth starting a conversation about relationships when you're fucking a guy in the ass?
— Of course! A blowjob or sex has long ceased to be a token of gratitude from a girl, in our time. Now, straponing a good boy who deserves favor — that's real gratitude. Show me a guy who would refuse that.
— I think about eighty percent of them, actually.
— Boring. Anyway, I'm glad you're with me.
— Yeah, especially considering there are thousands around ready to replace me.
— Exactly, don't get cocky.
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