This story goes back to my first attempt at sex. I was in high school - the second year of high school when this story happened - and my cousin Homayoun and I, like everyone else, were thinking about sex for years, of course - at that time - our youth. It was not like now that every child has access to all kinds of sexy movies and photos, and many were the first person they saw in their lives, their spouse.
For a long time, my cousin Homayoun and I, who are less than a year older than me, were very close to each other, and our only common denominator was talking about women and girls in the family, acquaintances, neighbors, strangers, and poisoners. We were planning on making friends and communicating with a female, but of course we either did not spawn the program or when we started we hit the door and the wall very quickly and did not continue the story until this. When we saw that we were falling behind among our friends and a few people had had sex with a young man and they cleared our mouths so much that they cooked about their secret sexual experiences.
Eventually we came to the conclusion that it is better to go to Ms. Bazi until we find a girlfriend to fix Koti. Based on the experience of friends, we thought of bringing her home, but we soon realized that Daddy almost never Our house and Aunt Ina will not be empty - of course, we later found out that if we had an empty house, the other steps would not be too easy - and we just realized that those friends have at least one facility for Ms. Bazi that we do not have. We thought of friends with those special friends in order to share - read the abuse - of their facilities, which unfortunately, because we did not have a very good relationship with them before and it was a painting, what is the purpose of closing the door until one day Homayoun came to me happy. Reza, I found someone who also has a house
Evil, what could be better, a young man who had a place of his own was light upon light. We quickly calculated to pay attention to the price and money in our pockets, how many times we can do it and such fantasies. It was decided that the first day we had a cod plan, we would soon wrap up the class and go and do it - our time in high school, one day a week, the children had to go and learn practical work, and it was called the cod plan, which I think no longer exists. With any reward, we were released at 10-5-10 and went to Ms. Bazi. Homayoun showed me Jundeh's address. Wow, it was in a neighborhood we had not been to before and it was not very well known. It was not a good feeling, but what could be done?
I made our way to that neighborhood, cluttered and crowded and full of thugs who saw us as sexually explicit, the heaviness of the local conditions and the excitement and fear of the bad game lady had pressed us badly and we had practically thrown ourselves. Unfortunately, the address we had was so many poems that if we could find it, we did not dare to ask anyone.
In short, after going up and down, which was gradually making us a sign, we reached the desired address. I, who had officially left, said to myself, "Homayoun, come on, don't worry, this is my place, but Homayoun, despite his appearance, showed that he is not better than me, and it was clear that he did not let go of himself in a bad way." He did not like to bring it in front of me, or that Qompuz had misbehaved with his friends, or for any other reason, but I am sure that in those circumstances, Omra, the reason was not to become an insect.
In short, we called with fear and trembling in the hope that the beautiful and charming young lady would come and open the door, and we, for example, would tell her the code name they had taught us and go and fill her heart with the filth of an old man. he opened . I wanted to run away, we were staring at each other for a moment and we were silently humiliated, what happened to the one who shouted at us once? Why do you look like a goat? What do you have? I was on holiday, but Homayoun and I uttered a combination of Jandeh Khanum's name, password, and a series of irrelevant words, which the old man almost shouted at him. Are you dealing with Batool? He also said yes, went to the front door and said come on.
We went to the house, it was one of those old houses that the courtyards are almost big and there are a few trees in the middle of them and they have a stone water feature and they have rooms all around. The house was very messy and dirty. There were several people sitting in the corner of the yard who were obviously addicted and two donkeys were talking above them. On the other side of the yard, there were three or four women with a series of buckets and hot dishes, and no one paid attention to us except those two donkeys. When the old man arrived in the middle of the yard, he shouted! Batool, let them deal with you. It took a while for Ms. Batool to pull her head out of one of the windows. During this time, we were also waiting to see what game we were going to play so that our eyes would not see the bad day when a big, black woman who was about fifty years old pulled her head out of the window. He brought it out and said, "What the hell are you shouting?" Then he told us to come inside.
I looked at Homayoun, he had no color on his face, I said let's go back, I ran, he said to himself, we are not going to do this, they are turning on us, I turned to those two male donkeys, I saw that they are both looking at us. We had neither way back nor way forward. We saw that the danger to the old woman is less, after all. We went into a narrow aisle and with three or four rooms and three women who were humiliated, the two of us were more or less like Batool, but not as black and fat, but one of them was relatively young - of course, compared to They were no longer financial - it was a financial thing - we calmed down a bit, Batool came to us and said, "Well, what do you have? This time, Homayoun started talking to Batool with more confidence."
Honestly, I did not want to continue the story at all, but I did not protest, to be honest, I was afraid to say I do not want them to complain and clear their mouths. Apparently there was no problem and fortunately we were not supposed to do Batool, but unfortunately it was not supposed to do that young woman as if she was waiting for another customer. Then it turned out that we do not have the right to choose between those two women and apparently one of them had a period.
Despite the fact that they had told us not to pay until you did, but we took our money and we did not dare to protest. When Homayoun left, you and I sat in the corridor as if I had a doctor's appointment
Ten or twelve minutes later, Homayoun came out with a sweaty head and face and said, "Go inside." I went and closed the door. The room was almost small, with nothing but a dirty bed, a rug, a dirty curtain, and a few cloths and handkerchiefs. The young lady was also lying naked on the bed. She was emaciated and wrinkled, her drooping breasts tasted bad in you. He spoke with a bad accent. I got naked, went to her, put my hand on her, put her between her legs, opened her limbs, and for the first time I was able to see a woman.
Jundeh Khanum laughed and said, "What are you going to do when Kirt is asleep?" Honestly, in those conditions, one can be right. I was horrified, I did not know what to say when he said there is nothing wrong, sit down and see. This is the first time you still do not know. He started rubbing the worm with his hand, little by little the worm straightened, although it was not completely straight, but he dropped the worm, lay down on the bed and opened his legs and said, "Do it."
I put the worm in the same dry place and squeezed the tail, it was so wide that the worm went into you very easily. I started pumping. Honestly, it was not at all what I thought it was, the excitement and the fear and the noise in the yard and the wrinkled old woman below me, none of which was lustful. I pumped for more than 10-15 minutes, but it was as if my water was not going to come out. was and…
After 20 minutes, he once asked me why Abt does not come with this word, even if I hoped to be satisfied, I lost everything. I had gone up and down a lot, I was drenched in sweat, I saw that it was useless, I said I could not get water like this, it was enough that he almost pushed me aside and said, "Why are you two like this?" I said in my heart, why are you like this? I quickly put on my clothes and ran out of the room.
Homayoun was sitting in the hallway like a prisoner awaiting execution. He and I lost sight of him and almost ran out of the house. We were on a quiet road until we left that neighborhood. Homayoun said it was not bad, we finally did the first one, but we will find a better place next time. I did not say anything, then he asked, "Are you okay?" How did you do it? I knew he was not satisfied, I did not know what to say. I said no, he was not very happy… .. to be honest, he was not happy at all… I did not drink water.
- Really ? So what have you been doing all that time?
- I did not force myself, did it come to you?
- How about a saw?
- Nothing
At first, I wanted to not be on my own, but he said that he wants to clear my mouth like this from tomorrow, that I was dehydrated, but I told you no.
- Oh, that woman said you were not drunk either
He became silent after a while and said, "My saw did not get wet either. Omra, no donkey will come with that jerk and water, but این but this issue is better to stay between us. Now it does not matter much whether it came or not. we did
In short, from that day on, we joined the group of those who had done it and cleared the mouths of the others. Of course, some of us later asked for Ms. Batool's address, but we would go under the address under various pretexts and by making fun of the other side, because it would be so dirty that we who we were, because in addition to someone We did not say that we were not satisfied in the end, we also corrected our sentences a little about the appearance of Jundeh Khanum and reduced her age by 10-20 years, and…
