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On the train with Yana in the section: And it's better in the ass

Returning home from a business trip, I went into the compartment of my train, before the departure of which there were ten minutes left and saw that there was no one else there. This upset me, because last night I was talking on the phone with my girlfriend and she told me how she went to a disco alone, met a guy there and after the disco went to his house and cheated on me with him. The mood was terrible, I just couldn’t find a place for myself and go alone in a compartment without communication, even if it would be especially difficult for me with a stranger.

The announcer at the station announced that there were five minutes left before the departure of the train, and then a blond creature with an angelic face, blond hair and blue eyes drew in the compartment (you can’t think of another word). Not very tall, but very slender with awesome breasts. I almost rubbed my eyes with my hands, not really believing that this happens, and it is with me. In an angelic voice, the creature said:

Hello my name is Yana.

In response, I could only say: And I'm Yura. And I immediately thought that the most sexual associations are associated with the name of Jan. She asked:

Maybe I'll still close my open mouth and help her put her travel bag under the seat?

Then I finally gradually began to come to my senses and gladly complied with her request. She had a smell that could drive me crazy, it was my favorite toilet water (Barberry). At that moment, the train started moving and the platform began to slowly float away from us into the distance. Since the beds were already straightened, we didn't even have to do that. The conductor came, he checked our tickets, and after he left, Yana and I were left alone.

Talking with Yana about all sorts of nonsense, I felt that she was starting to like me more and more. The most interesting thing is that it was clear from her that she was pleased to communicate with me and a sparkle began to appear in her eyes. My bad mood somehow disappeared by itself and I had a great desire to drink champagne. I asked Yana how she feels about this venture. Laughing, she replied that only positive.

I went to the restaurant car and bought a bottle of champagne and fruit there. Returning to the compartment, I saw that Yana had already changed clothes and was in a light silk dressing gown, which, it seemed to me, was so long that it ended where her charming round ass ended. If you add to this that the cutout on her dressing gown was so deep that her breasts practically bulged outward, then imagine my condition.

And she, seeing how I look at the neckline of her dressing gown, only smiled very slyly in response. I told her that I might as well go and change. She answered me that she could turn away and if I was not embarrassed by her, I could change clothes right in the compartment. Of course, I had nothing to be ashamed of and I put on a T-shirt and shorts while she looked at the wall of the compartment.

Opening the champagne and pouring it into the glasses that I took from the conductor, I said that it would be most fair to drink the first toast to our acquaintance. She gladly agreed and so gradually it turned out that we drank the whole bottle with her.

A pleasant slow song was playing on the radio and I invited her to dance. We hugged her, hugged each other and began to dance. At first, my hands were, as they should be, somewhere in the area of ​​her shoulders, but due to the influence of champagne on us, they began to gradually fall. First they reached the waist and I began to stroke the beautiful curves of her body above the hips.

I could not restrain myself in such a situation anymore and my hands naturally reached for her ass. I began to stroke her rounded elastic ass with both hands, and she looked into my eyes without a word and dug into my lips with a long passionate kiss. I thought to myself, wow! After all, we had only known her for an hour. Naturally, the shorts in front of me protruded and, continuing to kiss her and stroke her ass, I pressed my erect member to the bottom of her abdomen and began to rub it against him. By the way she moves her ass, as if helping me, it was clear that she also really likes everything that happens and gives great pleasure.

Under the influence of champagne, I opened my arms, knelt down in front of her and began kissing the slit of her dressing gown centimeter by centimeter, kissing her awesome, poured, like rubber breasts. Imagine her chest was completely naked! I took turns kissing the left and right breasts very gently, stopping for a long time on the nipples, which protruded defiantly. I have never seen such a delightful, perfect-shaped breast in any of my former girls.

But as they say, you always want more. Without ceasing to literally suck in her breasts, I began to untie the belt of her dressing gown. I untied it, she shrugged and he fell at her feet and oh my god, you won't believe she was without panties! A clean-shaven pussy that was already wet was looking at me, Yana was so excited.

Small lips expanded and crawled out a little, it seemed that it was some kind of magical outlandish flower that blossomed in front of me. I gently pushed her to the table, put her on it, spread her legs apart and kissed this magical flower with a kiss. I sucked it, licked it, thrust my tongue as far as possible into the depths of her narrow hole. Her hole was so narrow that even my tongue entered there with difficulty.

I had to push it hard! She began to moan and say, yes, come on, please, just don't stop. But I didn’t even think of stopping, everything that was happening just drove me crazy, I was ready for anything, if only she would enjoy it. She moaned and wriggled under my tongue, and moaned so loudly that she even began to scream with pleasure, and when I felt her clitoris with my finger and began to gently caress it too, her body shook as if from convulsions and she almost fell off the table, almost having lost consciousness.

A fragrant spicy liquid literally flowed from her pussy into my mouth, there was so much of it that I had to swallow it by licking it with my tongue. Having licked everything to the last drop, I got up from my knees and began to kiss her on the lips, taking off my shorts with one hand. It was clear that she clearly liked the taste of her own on my lips and she whispered:

Thank you honey, I felt so good, I haven't had sex in such a long time.

Shorts fell to my feet, my penis sticking out like a stake, burning with tension, burst out. She took it with her small hand, ran it several times from the head to the base, and pulling me for it, put it against her wet pussy. Looking me straight in the eyes with her eyes full of happiness, she said:

Come into me, I want to feel your cudgel in my little hole and began to sit down on my cock with my slit. It turned out to be so narrow that if it hadn't flowed, like the very last bitch, I think I could not even enter it. I told her about it, and she replied that I was the second man in her life. Continuing to sit on the table, she wrapped her legs around me and said: Please do not finish quickly, I want a lot and for a long time. It's easy to say, but as I continued to fuck her, I began to think about the spare parts that I bought for my Mercedes.

Suddenly she stopped a little and said:

You know, I want to try it in the ass, because I have never had such a thing before! She pushed me away a little, got up from the table, turned her back on me, leaned over and spread her legs. Said:

Well, what are you waiting for, come on! What would you do in my place? Here I am about the same. I thoroughly licked her ass, well moistening the hole itself with saliva, put my penis to the hole of her delicious ass and began to slowly press on it.

Instead of moving away from me, on the contrary, she began to move towards me a little, apparently wanting to quickly part with the virginity of her ass. The hole of her ass stretched a little, my head slipped a little inside. Yana for some time froze in place from unexpected sensations, and then she began to move her ass towards me.

Gradually, millimeter by millimeter, my penis completely disappeared into her ass and I touched her pubis. I asked her:

Well, how does it feel?

She told me that the sensations were completely unfamiliar. A very unusual feeling, but she seems to enjoy feeling my cock in her ass. Ah, if all the girls said such words to us, they would not be worth the price!

Gradually, stronger and stronger, I began to simply fuck her in the ass, as I had just fucked in the pussy! She even began to wave at me and her ass began to slap against my pubis with a flourish. Oh it was just great! What more could any guy dream of. With my left hand, I held her waist, and with my right hand, putting it between my legs, I began to caress her pussy. First, I fucked her in the pussy with my finger, then added a second one to it, and then, inflamed and completely losing my head, I began to put the third one into the hole!

It seemed to me that her undeveloped pussy could not stand it, but she, in my opinion, also just lost her head and began to push her ass on my penis even more strongly, and her pussy on my three fingers! Through a thin partition, I perfectly felt my penis with my fingers! Apparently, the sperm, which, in my opinion, was already pulsing in my head, took the remnants of my mind and, not realizing what I was doing, I began to put my fourth finger in her pussy, and my thumb, along with my penis, in the ass! Apparently that was the last straw.

She breathed deeply, she began to shake, she zeshetasya and suddenly she somehow went limp and slipped off my cock and fingers fell to the floor.! I was shocked! He shook her by the shoulders and patted her cheeks.

Gradually, she began to gradually come to her senses and her misty eyes cleared up a little. She asked me

Yura, what happened to me?

I say:

Well, you yourself wanted anal sex, so you got it!

But I didn't think it would be like this. It's okay, everyone is alive, seems to be healthy, and in my opinion I am satisfied. Have you even finished? What finished, I thought I would have to break the stopcock and look for a doctor when you fainted. Cum please in my mouth, I still want to know, at least once in my life, what kind of sperm tastes.

Kneeling in front of me, she took my penis, which had fallen from everything that had happened, into her mouth and began to play with it, as with an interesting toy, licking and sucking it and helping herself with a pen. The member instantly stood up, I put my hand on the back of her head and began to simply fuck her in the mouth with my penis. Literally a moment passed and I felt that I was about to explode. I began to cum in her mouth without ceasing to fuck.

When a powerful jet of my sperm hit her in the throat, she lingered for a moment in surprise, and then began to swallow it, obviously enjoying it. After sucking every last drop out of my penis, she got up and said:

I guess I just realized today what real sex is, thank you Yurka!

I did not know that it was possible to answer such words, I hugged her, hugged her tightly to me and dug her lips with a long passionate kiss

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When a wife is fucked with a big dick

One night in a hotel room

Having agreed and discussed plans for the evening, my beloved wife and I parted at her porch at work. Seeing her off with my eyes, I stared at her elastic hips, rounded, strong ass, which wagged now to the right, then to the left. A strict black tight-fitting skirt allowed everyone to admire her forms, from which it was impossible to look away, and the masculine principle tried to break out and touch her. Well, to say that I wanted her every time I see her is an understatement. Her ass was the object of my adoration and desire.

We didn't have anal sex very often. If she let me penetrate her, it was great sex, wild, with depravity and lust, moans and scratches, she turned into a tigress and wanted to have pleasure, more, longer, wildly and sometimes so recklessly that she let everything be done to her, just what I want. How I adored those moments...

And so it was Friday ... The day quickly came to an end and it was time to rest. The weekend is ahead and we decided to spend tonight in bed. In bed - in the sense of having sex from dusk to dawn, as much as we wish. We decided to leave the child with the grandmother at home. A hotel room was booked in advance, the necessary things were collected, fruits and champagne were bought and the necessary products were bought. We got into the car and drove to our depraved room. Even in the car, we were overcome by a thirst for sex, and we wanted to tear her blouse, grab her breasts, put our hand under her skirt and insert our fingers into her sweet pussy ... but no, we still have the whole night ahead.

We drove up to a small hotel where a friend of my wife worked, and she provided us with a luxurious room. We were greeted warmly and taken to our room on the second floor. It had two small rooms, comfortably furnished with simple furniture, a bathroom with a shower. A colorful, velvet-soft carpet was laid on the floor of the living room, thick curtains from ceiling to floor covered the walls entirely, not letting a drop of light from street lamps through the windows. Lamps in tightly covered lampshades shone dimly on pedestals placed in the corners, and a small dining table stood in the middle of the room. Everything for a romantic evening. There was a huge plush sofa against the far wall with a window. On it lay soft pillows and bedspreads for the guests who stayed for the night. In the dark bedroom there was a large bed on which we were to spend the whole night.

As soon as the concierge left, we quickly parted with our clothes, all that we were wearing was only light bathrobes from the bath. We were on a soft carpet on the floor in the living room, quickly drank a glass of champagne and started playing with each other. My sweetheart loved to suck my cock, she slowly ran her hand under the robe to my cock and began to scratch it with her claws. His reaction was instantaneous, he quickly got stronger and his head was already brazenly peeking out from under the dressing gown. Natasha, holding him tightly in her hand, jerked me off and at the same time sucked him biting her teeth. She put her other hand between her spread legs and inserted one finger into her pussy and moistened it abundantly there, she let me lick it. My favorite taste, so languid, softly sweet, spilled over my tongue ... I lifted her head by the hair and looked into her eyes, in which drunken lights splashed from champagne and from the excitement growing in her. It was evident that she was ready to immediately give herself to me to be torn to pieces. Every now and then vulgar thoughts arose in my head ... sex on the floor, fuck on the table, fill up on the sofa and fuck from behind, maybe on a huge window sill behind the curtains ... ? - Yes, that's it! I picked her up by the arms and led her along.

— Where are we? she asked.

"Come on, it's going to be exciting," I said, nodding my head toward the curtains.

I took off her dressing gown and pressed her to the end of the window sill, facing the window, and threw her leg on the window sill, bending at the knee. Her hands rested on the glass, in which everything that happened on the street was visible. Passers-by could also watch what was happening in our room. This feeling of fear, of being seen, added adrenaline to our bodies and made us breathe so fast that part of the window began to fog up.

The first push and my cock plunged sharply into her pussy, full length,

"Aaaaahhhhhh..." she burst out.

Time after time, stronger and stronger, I entered her, with sharp movements, so that her leg was beating against the window sill and my legs were clapping against her ass. Hands descended lower and lower on the glass, until she fell chest down on the windowsill. With my hands, I now and then crushed her breasts, her nipples, massaged the clitoris and again returned to the chest, sharply pulling her hair and thrusting a member into her, then slow movements of my penis, and again a sharp push. Her cry, and again deep sighs...

“Ddddaaaaa... come on, yes... deeper...” she pleaded.

Natasha loved to be "my slut", loved when she was controlled, raped, used, and I loved to fuck her without sparing, like a bitch. Streams of her juice flowed down her legs, scattering down her legs from the thrusts of our bodies. I planted her so deeply that sometimes wild cries escaped from her.

“Aaayyyy… stoooyyyyy,” she tried to stop me with her hand, which I wringed behind her back and only pushed her deeper and harder.

- You're mine, bitch, be patient. I will fuck you how I want!

After a few minutes, she could no longer endure such frictions and turned to face me.

“Let’s go to the carpet, dear,” gray tears mixed with mascara and sweat flowed down her cheeks.

In the classic position, I tried to find the pace when my sweet woman reaches orgasm. Her moans and hands, which pierced my back, told me that I was on the right track and I felt something shrink inside her.

— Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Her scream echoed throughout the room.

- Yeah... throwing my head back, my sweet blasted orgasm.

I picked up the pace and began to enter her rougher, so often that her breasts shook and she had to grab the carpet with her hands,

— Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! I exploded...

Lying on the floor, we looked at the ceiling, stroking each other with our hands.

“Kitty, my pussy is on fire, could you lick it,” Natasha asked in a tired voice.

I pressed my lips to her pussy from which her juice flowed, all the legs and ass were filled with this sweet liquid, and I licked her, her pussy, and legs with pleasure. Natasha began to sigh sweetly and grabbed my head, pressing my face to her pussy, controlling my head so that I licked everything out of her without a trace. My cool tongue penetrated deep into her, which made her feel good.

“That's it, come to me, my insatiable one,” she whispered, and we hugged for a few more minutes lying on the floor.

After resting, we drank the rest of the champagne, chatted a bit and thought to continue. We went to the bedroom, a huge bed promised a lot of new experiences. This time I decided to take on the ass of my beloved. After laying her on her stomach, I began with a light massage of her buttocks and legs. Massage oil spread over her legs, thighs and ass and flowed right into the cherished hole. I massaged her ass, legs, lower back. But my gaze did not leave her dark hole, she then shrank, then opened slightly, moving along with her ass to the left and right. So sweet, I dreamed of licking her with my tongue, penetrating her. In a circular motion of my fingers, I began to drive around the hole in the ass. Massaging and lightly pushing one finger into it. And just a little bit, I introduced him to his wife's ass. The oil glided and made it easy to insert one and then two fingers. Natasha moaned, she liked such easy games. From behind the pillow, I took out a previously hidden glass butt plug with a large crystal decoration on the end. Sticking out my fingers, I quickly put the cork in the ass,

“Aaayyyy,” Natasha jerked my hand away sharply, but before she had time ... the cork completely entered it. She was not small in size and delivered a little pain during the introduction.

- Oh, you pervert, you want to fuck my ass again? she asked, to which I nodded my head and pressed her by the shoulders to the bed.

A turquoise-colored crystal shone in her ass. I knew. that she liked it and was not afraid that she would forbid me, since that night we had to try everything we dreamed of. I had one cherished dream, a threesome, no matter with a girl or a guy with us, I wanted new, thrills. Which was difficult to do, because sharing my soul mate with someone else, what was hard for her, that it was hard for me. But a dream is a dream. Lying on the bed, with her back to me, my bitch lifted her ass. Her sweet juice again flowed between her legs. Her pussy was so stretched from the last act that it was a little ajar, and without wasting a second I plunged my cock into her. Her warmth enveloped my penis, the excitement grew and I began to move in it. The cork in her ass added new sensations. There it became narrow and a hard plug was felt by my member inside. I could not stand it for a long time and pulled her out of the ass, took out my penis and inserted it into my wife's ass.

"Mmmmm, be careful... slowly," she whispered.

But I entered it with an animal onslaught. That's just her ass relaxed and allowed to enter it to the end, we knocked on the door. In surprise, I took out my penis and quickly put the transparent plug back in,

- Quickly put on a dressing gown, Natasha, - I got off the bed and went to open the door.

In one bathrobe, I opened the door of the room. Before me was the figure of a girl in the form of a maid with a package in her hands. I did not immediately see in her the best friend of my Natasha - Vika. She knew that we would be in this room and at this time, she took up work and decided to sit with us.

- Who's there? Natasha asked.

“This is Vika and she decided to sit with us,” and I let her into the room.

Vika took out a package of juice and a bottle of martini from the bag.

- Natasha, hello, I don’t tear you off from anything?

At that moment, Natasha came out of the bedroom. Without wrapping her dressing gown, she approached us and sat down on a chair.

“Hi Vic, it’s okay, we also wanted to sit and relax for a while.

Breasts, legs and her pussy - everything was available to our eyes. stories about sex Of course I was surprised, but Vika ... was simply dumbfounded. Round eyes, a parted mouth, an embarrassed look and redness on her cheeks ... She seemed so defenseless to me.

“Oh, you pervert, smell yourself!!! - Vika said to Natasha, to which she heard in response -

Are you envious?...

They were friends for a very long time, they knew each other perfectly and shared all women's secrets among themselves without restrictions. Vika often came to visit us and sometimes stayed overnight with us. Vika is a young girl with dark, long hair, short in stature. Large breasts, buttocks and in general her physique was rather large. Once, I saw her almost naked ... One sunny morning, I got up before everyone else and went to the kitchen to put on the kettle. Completely forgetting that Vika was spending the night with us, I went into the hall. The picture was just right, an open blanket, large breasts with small dark nipples fell out of the dressing gown, bare hips, and black thongs that barely cover Vicky's big ass. Embarrassed that she might wake up and notice me, I went on ...

... Vika lifted her nose to the top and began to pour the martini into glasses. Natasha and I had enough for a glass, since everything was still ahead, and Vika emptied the whole bottle while talking and was a little drunk. She got up and went to powder her nose a little in the toilet. Natasha beckoned me with her finger towards her and said that she was already tired of the cork in her ass and she wants to replace it with my penis. From such a statement, I wound up half a turn. Her ass, everything I had in my head. Natasha got up from her chair and defiantly turned her ass to me and pulled up her robe. A bright pebble on a cork sparkled between her legs, which Vika, who by this time had already left the toilet, could also notice. For her, it was strange, immoral, and at the same time bewitchingly sexy. She never even thought about it, let alone tried it.

- What do you have there? Piercing? Show me! Vika playfully ran up and examined her carefully.

“Uuuu mmmmmmmm, interesting thing,” Vika said looking at my wife’s ass. “And you are still perverts.

Natasha wiggled her ass and offered Vika a try

- With her, the sensations are completely different, much brighter!

Vika bit her lower lip with her teeth and said

- Wait for me in the bedroom, I will come to you soon. Start without me.

Natasha's hands were located on the back of the bed, she rested on her kneeling, and tried to restrain my thrusts into her holes. A groan from deep and sharp penetrations was heard throughout the room and probably beyond. Every now and then I pull my cock out of her ass and thrust it into her pussy, a couple of sharp thrusts and back into her ass. Even harder, even deeper, I like to fuck her ass, deep, until my pubis rests on her thighs, one, two, three, Natasha's screams drive me crazy.

Unexpectedly, the door to the room opens and Vika enters, and behind her is a young guy, about twenty-five, short, dark-haired, of medium build, well-groomed and slim. We stopped and covered ourselves with a blanket.

- This, Sergey, is my work colleague,

Vika said and went to bed with us. Sergey was wearing only trousers with a naked torso, he went after her and sat down on a chair near the wall. It was noticeable how surprised my Natasha was, she did not expect Vika to come, and even with such a “gift”. She stared hungry at Sergei's torso, his nipples, arms and shoulders. His physique was different from mine, he was not badly built and the muscles on his body were noticeably more pronounced. I did not distract her, as I was looking forward to the future, the realization of my dream! Vika sat down on the bed and, turning to us, spread her legs, pulled her panties out from under her skirt and gave them to me. I pressed them to my nose and inhaled, Vicki has her own “secret” smell, bright sweet and sour, it spread defiantly in me and made my cock swell so much that I almost came. She sat on my sweet woman, who by this time had already come to her senses and was ready to take on the upcoming games. Sitting on Natasha in the pose of a rider, Vika asked

"Would you mind if it was just the four of us?"

Natasha replied

“No, of course not, and you are also that nun,” and we laughed together.

Vika wasted no time kissing my sweet on the lips so hard that she could not resist and they fell on their side, began to caress each other. Natasha deftly tore off Vicki's skirt and took off her black bra. Vika's breasts were exposed and she hid herself and Natasha under the covers, as if embarrassed, and continued their sweet games there. It was clear that Vika had long wanted to fuck her best friend, kiss her, caress her breasts and fuck her pussy with her fingers and get mutual pleasure. Natasha also immediately liked it and they were carried away by themselves. I exchanged glances with Sergei and having the opportunity, we went out for a smoke.

After talking with Sergei on the balcony and getting to know him better, he seemed to me quite a typical young man, moderately smart and with a sense of humor. After talking about what was happening, we returned to the room to our girls. In the light of table lamps, two naked figures of young girls intertwined, turning over each other in hot hugs and kisses. There was a soft smell of sex in the room, their female pheromones. Noticing us, they pulled away from each other and beckoned us to him with their fingers. Satisfied smiles spread on their faces, their rosy cheeks said that they both enjoyed mutual caresses and now they lacked brute male strength. I sat down closer to Natasha, hugged her by the shoulders and kissed her hard on the lips, which still had the taste of Vika's vagina. Sergey, meanwhile, hugged Vika, spreading his arms all over her body.

The holes of my little girl were already sufficiently developed, I penetrated them alternately, then in the ass then pussy. Putting her face in the direction of the copulating Vika and Sergey, I stuck my penis in its entire length from behind, and again pulling it out of my wife, thrust it into another hole. The sight of our partners excited us even more, from which our movements became sharper and more frequent. Women's moans were filled and interrupted among themselves, bewitchingly aroused bestial feelings in me. I lay on my back and sat Natalia on top of me, allowing myself to rest a bit, and she could control her feelings and get the coveted orgasm. She dug her claws into my chest, sobbed, froze and melted in the orgasm that washed over her.

- Yes, the sun, smart girl, my sweet, rest.

I hugged her to my chest. Sergey and Vika were also resting lying embracing, facing each other.

Sergey, will you help us?

I called him to us and asked him to put his hands on my wife's chest. Natalya was still sitting on me and was impaled on my excited cock. Sergei hugged her from behind. Natasha did not resist, and even began to gradually move her buttocks and fidget on me. Something seemed to itch in her ass and with timid movements with her hands behind her back she began to masturbate Sergey. A minute later, my vulgar little wife was already directing the head of Sergei's penis to her ass. Not to say that he had a large, medium size, beautiful even shape, he easily penetrated the sphincter of my baby's ass and Sergey began to slowly introduce him. The groans of the wife turned into screams, the hands gathered the blanket in their fists, grabbing her by the hair and pressing a little to me, I told her

- Be patient, my bitch, now we will fuck you so that tomorrow you will ask us to repeat.

- Let's go deeper and thinner Seryoga!

And then I felt between the walls of the vagina and the ass, his penis began to penetrate into the ass in full length. How Natasha endured all this, I don’t know? She probably really wanted to double-penetrate herself, to feel like a slave being raped by her masters. The pushes and movements in her holes were so sharp and strong that she even bit me, and there were deep scratches on her back from her nails. Moans, screams and tears, but we did not think to stop, we fucked her with all our might, tormented her flesh, and she only squealed and groaned. Even Vika felt uneasy from what was happening and she tried to calm her friend by kissing her hard on the lips and massaging her breasts and clitoris. And now Sergey was discharged, he released all the power of the jet of his sperm into the very depths of Natasha's ass and fell on his back. Hot liquid flowed from Natasha's ass and dripped from it right on me. At that moment, I realized what a bitch - my wife. She looked like the last slut who had just been mercilessly fucked by two men. And she just rejoiced in the pleasure she received. Jealousy and a feeling of dissatisfaction boiled up in me, I wanted to win back somehow and attacked Vika. He laid her on her back and, without asking permission, began to fuck her. I fucked her hole like a beast. Vika did not expect such pressure, and loud cries and groans escaped from her lips. After a while she called out loudly

- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! - and fell silent, her body thrashing in ecstasy from orgasm.

At the same moment, I also finished ... Absolutely exhausted, the four of us lay on the bed for another five minutes.

Vika could not believe that Natasha's holes could withstand Sergey and me together and asked Natasha to lie on her tummy to examine her ass and pussy. After a visual inspection, Vika decided to spread her ass with her fingers. Not yet fully closed sphincter allowed to see the insides of the ass. Vika, out of curiosity, parted Natasha's thighs and put her finger in there, from which she immediately received a hand from Natasha.

- Do not touch, everything is so sensitive and irritated there, it hurts.

Vika fidgeted with her ass on the bed. Natasha fell on her and the girls caressed each other for some time, massaged their breasts, shoulders, butts...

“Let’s deprive Vika of anal virginity,” Natasha suggested.

To which Vika replied

Yes, I would like to try!

And she fell on the bed and spread her ass with her hands. Natasha picked up a lubricant gel and applied the gel to her dark hole. With smooth movements, she smeared it all over her. After massaging the entrance to Vika's ass with her fingers, the index finger penetrated a couple of centimeters into it. Vicki's breathing quickened. The movements of the finger in the ass became deeper and more frequent. Vika groaned. Natalia added a second finger. The two of them with difficulty, but still penetrated the ass, expanding it for full sex. Natalya knew what to do and kneaded Vika's ass with gentle girlish hands. Already three fingers could freely enter Vika, who herself was framing and waving her ass. Following her fingers into her stretched ass, Natasha decided to introduce the same glass stopper with a bright crystal. Vika probably wanted to feel her in herself, even when she saw her in Natasha, in the living room. Pressing her against the dark hole, Natasha pushed her inside. Vika shouted

— Aaaaaaaa!!! How big is she!!! - and fidgeted with her ass so that the cork took a comfortable position! The cork looked so tempting, I just wanted to take it out and fuck Vika there. With her, our girlfriend went to the toilet and we decided to get a little distracted and drink some tea.

I went out for a smoke, Sergei stayed at the table with Natalya, Vika was cleaning herself up in the toilet. Five minutes later I returned to the living room. There was no one in it, only moans and screams came from the bedroom. Inside myself, I could imagine anything, but I was stunned by what I saw through the door gap into the bedroom. Vika and Natasha were standing on the bed in a doggy position. Moreover, on top of each other, Vika was under Natasha, since Natasha's height allowed her to be higher and rest her feet on the bed. And behind them, Sergei was wielding his cock, his back was so tense that all the muscles and tendons were clearly visible on the relief body. He fucked these two girls in any hole, from Vika to Natasha, from ass to pussy, and so often changed the position of the penis that it was possible to determine by groans who he was fucking and where. Through the gap it was clear how his sharp movements and pushes pushed the girls and they had to rest their hands on the back of the bed so as not to fall. Vika's ass was already freely accepting Sergey's cock in its entire length.

- Oh you bitch! Do you like it that way?

I grabbed Natasha by the hair and threw her sideways onto the bed. Sergei was a little scared, but I let him know that everything was in order.

We just play like that.

I asked Vika to saddle Sergey, and I began to attach myself to her from behind.

“Look, dear, how Vika will be fine now!”

My penis was in full force, it was so excited and huge that Vika's ass did not immediately miss it. Pressing her ass to me, I entered it all the way. And now the two of us are tortured over her body. Also recklessly and with wild passion, thrusting our cola into her sex-hungry holes. The pain gave way to pleasure, the screams turned to moans and Vika exploded in a squirt orgasm, dousing us with her sweet liquid. Her body was shaking, she fell on her side and for some time could not recover ...

Exhausted and tired, Natasha and Vika lay on the bed, their cute faces were eager to get a portion of sperm. Sergey and I were right above them, our hands were jerking off their members. It was so nice to watch our “hungry cats waiting for milk”. They looked us straight in the eyes, then at one then at the other, in order to have time to catch the moment of our orgasm.

— Oooo-Yeah!!! - Sergey shouted and began to emit streams of hot sperm on the faces of the girls, and I roared after him - Daaaaaaaa ... Uuuuuffff!!! and a second volley of hot cum shot onto their bodies and faces. The girls began to rub it with their hands on each other and even smeared their fingers in sperm and treated each other. They happily licked everything from each other and licked their lips, lay down to us. Sergey and I liked it so much that another vulgar idea arose in my head. We took them to the bathroom where there was a large shower. Like disobedient slaves, we put them on their knees and began to put on them from our machines. Streamers of yellow liquid poured over their bodies, hitting their hair, running down their faces and down their entire bodies. The blessing has accumulated in us quite a bit and this procedure was not fast. They were absolutely completely wet from head to toe. The smell of urine vanished into the air and it was time to wash. The two girls splashed in the booth, splashing soapy water over it. Their vaginas and holes in their asses were gouged, as if huge dildos had been shoved into them. Warm water in the shower was like a balm, relaxing them and helping them recover. The girls jumped out in a great mood and began to drink tea. In the meantime, dawn came on the street ...

“When a wife is fucked with a big dick, she offers them and me to fuck in the ass or give me in the mouth, I fulfill her desires with pleasure. I like it when the dick ends and twitches in my ass.”

just a stretched cunt, my neighbor has 26cm and is as fat as a deodorant bottle

Pair. New Year's miracle

It's been 2 years. Flew. The next difficulties began in the country (and did they end?). Budget organizations (in one of which I worked) continued to drag out a miserable existence. I had another crush: a new employee. Everything is standard: at first they admire your mind and quick wits for a long time, then, drunk, they give themselves up (or rape?) In a dark corridor at a corporate party arranged in honor of the next holiday (New Year, March 8, Medic Day, April 1, etc.). ), and then for a long time they admire the size: “never before with anyone like this !!!” ... This is the “office romance”.

The girl was fire! At 28, there are already two official divorces and a bunch of unofficial "former" ones. Slender, with beautiful breasts, with an elastic protruding ass and a narrow, almost virgin vagina. A stinging brunette with a bit of excess hair, which she very carefully thinned out. This vegetation, narrow pelvis and her hypersexual behavior suggested excessive testosterone in the blood and latent nymphomania. She always wanted! She could come into my office at any time, close herself from the inside, get up with cancer, leaning her elbows on my table and lowering her panties to her knees. Or fuck on the table. Or crawl under the table and give a blowjob. But I was especially turned on by her behavior at meetings: she staked out a place at the table so that only I could see her legs. In the midst of the meeting, she raised her skirt (and there was nothing to raise there, her outfits were always “a short skirt or a wide belt?”), Spread her legs, push back her panties, lick her finger and start stroking her clitoris.

When this happened for the first time, when I was reporting something, I just stopped in mid-sentence and after a minute's pause said that the meeting was over, I forgot, I urgently need it ... and generally spoke all sorts of nonsense. Member almost tore his pants. She then portrayed me in the faces and had a lot of fun.

If there was no sex for more than three days, she began to tell me about her erotic dreams. Usually they were attended by other, unfamiliar men, there were two or three of them, and they fucked her in all holes. At the same time, she really finished in a dream. Several times women appeared. All the stories were with the smallest details: size, color, smell, taste - just some kind of oral porn art! In addition, she liked to discuss group, lesbian and other sex during sex:

- Do you want three?

- Me and you two?

- no, me and the two of you, so that you are behind, and I suck his huge tasty cock ... etc., etc.

It excited us both. But after an orgasm, all discussions abruptly stopped, as if nothing had happened.

Once again, they had sex. From the standard position "sandwich" moved to the standard position "cancer" on the floor. After several frictions, she whispered: “I want it in the ass!” At first I thought it was just another erotic fantasy. I have a rather large aggregate, even with natural copulation, especially from behind, women experience pain. And then a narrow pelvis and in the ass?

"I won't tear you up?"

- Not. Here's the lubricant.

She took out a bottle of THAT CREAM! I squeezed a decent portion into the palm of my hand and began to slowly massage her crotch around the hole. When the finger slipped inside, she let out passionate moans. The familiar menthol smell tickled his nostrils and stirred his brain, bringing back sweet memories. I could no longer control myself and smeared cream on my crotch. Soon the pleasant chill gave way to exciting burning and itching. She, breathing noisily, raised her ass high, grabbed my hips and convulsively pulled me to her. Member entered tight, but without resistance. The sphincter wrapped around him so tightly that the erection was furious. All this - her moans, the look of her round buttocks raised high, turning into a thin waist, the burning of the cream, the narrow entrance - pretty quickly brought me to a violent orgasm. All this time she furiously jerked off the clitoris and finished at the same time as me. The sensations were so strong that after that we lay on the floor for about ten minutes without moving ... We had no more "prohibitions" in sex.

In general, once again I fell head over heels in love. And, as a result, romance came to an end: flowers, expensive perfumes, restaurants ... (and all this on the salary of a married state employee with two children). The further, the more: I wanted a romantic trip, so that she and I, and no one else! But as?

I tried to approach the boss about a joint “training”. In any! "Even I have not been going anywhere for a year!".

But I am not a stupid person (not in vain, apparently, they admire). I had a very good friend in our ministry. Very beautiful woman. A woman with a capital letter. No, I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t even think about this topic: I just idolized her! She somehow treated me especially, although she had dozens of such subordinates around the country. Separate song. In short, I call her: “Julia, we need to train the girl at your base. But there is no finance." She: "Not a question" and hangs up. I even got offended. And half an hour later, the boss calls: “A government telegram - you and ... (my mistress) urgently to Moscow for a week-long advanced training course under a special government program at the expense of the ministry. Go get a business trip. You're leaving tomorrow... “I was shocked! Courses from 25 to 31 December! What else does!

We stopped at Izmailovo. In one room. She is on the passport of my wife (mean, of course, but there were such problems in those days, but I really wanted to). In six days we made it to the center twice. The rest of the time we practically did not leave the room (only for breakfast, dinner and a walk in the park). The girl was amazingly beautiful! When people appeared, I felt like a sheikh: all the men were staring only at her! They came up with an interesting game: we are strangers. During the ride in the elevator to the restaurant, lunch and the way back to the room, 7-10 men managed to try to pick her up. So I wanted to brag to everyone: “this is my woman!”

On December 31, a nuisance happened: they managed to get return tickets only for January 2. To extend the stay in Izmailovo, it was necessary to give the administrator ... in general, there was no such money! We settled down on tickets at the Aeroflot hotel - we have never seen such a viper even in our province! She didn't even want to have sex there.

Have you ever been to Moscow on New Year's Eve?

- This is my first time here!

It was an unforgettable walk. Beloved woman, New Year's Moscow... whoever fell in love at least once will understand.

After a 4-hour walk, I remembered THAT apartment. It just took me there.

“Let's go to one place, it can be fun there,” I myself did not believe in these words, but I really wanted to. I once told her about that reckless New Year's party (though without intimate details).

When we approached this house, I was seized with a terrible excitement: is there no one there again? what if they open it? so, what is next?

We approached the apartment. Music played softly behind the door. Called. Silence. They waited a minute and were about to leave when the lock clicked. The door was opened by a complete stranger. A stately beauty of about 25 years old, not less than 180 cm tall, with thin, ideal features, huge gray eyes under long shaggy eyelashes, with slightly curly hair of some charming ash color.

She was in a short dressing gown, through which beautiful breasts with large nipples and fishnet panties shone through, so tightly fitting her protruding pubis that they crashed into the treasured hollow between the plump labia. “Where?...,” I began, but stopped short: I did not know the names of the owners! The girl did not react in any way to my stuttering, she simply opened the door wider and made a slight gesture with her hand, inviting me to enter. We entered the hallway. The girl closed the door and left (floated away on her long legs!) into the bedroom I knew, not at all interested in our further existence. The interior of the apartment has not changed at all since then, so I thought with relief that the owners had not moved, and we were in the right place. The mood has risen.

- What was it? My friend was in shock.

- I didn't really understand...

Is that what you call "fun"? With her?

I see her for the first time!

Who did you have fun with?

- there was a crowd, but I don’t know it ...

- and I would give it to her!

So, fun tambourine, we entered the hall. There was a set table, music was playing quietly, and some guy was staring at the TV in splendid isolation. Noticing us, he stood up and held out his hand to me: "Alexander."

“Irisha,” I introduced my friend to him and introduced myself.

- And this ... girl? ... - I asked

This is Anneli. Anya. Elijah's ex-wife. She stays with him when she comes to Moscow. She is Estonian - in Russian, not a belmes ... or does not want to ...

- I see, - now I knew the name of the owner of the apartment and my ...

The logic turned on: the table was set for at least 10 people, and in the apartment, at first glance, there were only two, and not the owners. They let us in without question, which means they are waiting for guests. I remembered that party when there was a passage yard here.

- where are the people?

- By eight they will catch up.

The clock was 19.30. There was not long to wait. Or an eternity?!

“In a certain sense, what we call happiness happens as a result of the satisfaction of long-term pent-up needs”

(Sigmund Freud)

My friend decided not to waste time and went to take a bath. We stayed in the room alone.

- And I remembered you, you were here several years ago on New Year's Eve. But he quickly fell down, and Kolya transported you to the bedroom.

Yes, last year. How do you know Cole?

- We studied together at the Faculty of Law, now we work in the same holding. Are you countrymen with him?

- Well, yes, classmates. Father was transferred to Moscow, and he left with him.

- For a beer?

- Is there?

— Oh!

He went to the kitchen for a beer and I examined him. Tall, athletic build. He wore a tight turtleneck and light blue stretch jeans that were tight. These clothes fit his body so tightly that it seemed to be body art - every muscle, every tubercle, every hollow stood out clearly - at least study the anatomy! But most of all I was fascinated by the round buttocks and swelling in front. It seemed that there, in the pants, something incredible! Involuntarily imagined how the fly is unbuttoned and a big beautiful penis appears! And I was frightened myself - this is how women often described their feelings to me! But he immediately reassured himself: "it's just beautiful, like an antique sculpture." Nobody calls a person admiring the statue of David a faggot!

Under the beer, we started a purely masculine, casual conversation: politics, sports, women. He was intelligent, well-read, witty, not a hypocrite. It was easy and comfortable with him - as if he had known him all his life. Our views on life were basically the same.

After four bottles, I found out that Ilya's wife's name is Alla, that now they are with her parents in St. Petersburg and will be there until the end of the Christmas holidays, and Anya was left as the hostess - a harmless and cheerful creature, even somewhat eccentric. Such a characteristic did not fit in with the first acquaintance, but I did not bother, maybe the girl has problems ... The owners provided an apartment for the celebration, because it is a tradition to celebrate the New Year with them, and they are really bisexual, and most of their friends are too . From his conversations and behavior, it seemed to me that he knew something, but it was not possible to clarify the situation: Ira came out of the bathroom. She was obviously naked, only wrapped in a short terry towel that barely covered her nipples and ass. Without make-up, with her black curly wet hair flowing over her bare shoulders, she was Venus herself. I fell in love. Sasha - too ... Seeing our frank views, she was even slightly embarrassed, which was not like her.

— Is there a hair dryer in this house?

“We’ll organize it now,” Sasha quickly went to the bedroom.

A few seconds later he returned with a large professional hair dryer and brushing. Irka was surprised - she understood a lot about these things.

- Where does such happiness come from?

- I did not say? Anneli... Anya is a hairdresser. Came to the stylist competition. Sitting there, styling her hair. Already the second day.

Why were you silent before? I want a haircut!

- That is unlikely. She is very busy.

- It's a pity. Irka went to the bathroom to dry her hair.

“Beautiful.” He said it like he was wooing me.

Everyone is talking.

There was a knock on the door. The guests began to arrive.

Everything was the same as last time: noise, din, guests chaotically replacing each other, reckless revelry of girls. Irka, a lover of nightclubs, was delighted! All the guys liked her at once, and it turned her on! By the time of the chiming clock, she was already pretty drunk and kissed everyone who approached her at a distance of outstretched lips. It is not for nothing that people say: "A drunken woman is a stranger's cunt." During the mass female striptease on the guys (as I understand it, also a tradition), when all the participants remained in their shorts and finished their performance, Irishka turned her back to the audience, spread her legs slightly and bent over, protruding her ass. Panties crashed into pussy. They had a wet spot from erotic secretions. She tucked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and slowly began to take them off. Silence reigned.

Only music. When the gum was already on the hips, and the whole ass was exposed, the panties came out of the vagina. Between the legs appeared plump, carefully shaved, wet from lubrication, ajar sex lips, between which flaunted the head of a swollen clitoris. The people exhaled noisily in chorus and became mad! Irka threw her panties into the crowd like a "bride's wreath". The lucky one who got them (everyone called him "Dusya", apparently, Andrey), brought them to his face and sniffed eagerly. It was a pity to look at her "pole" - the guy was simply stunned when she naked jumped on him in front, wrapped her legs around him and began to rub her intimate place against his cock that had risen in his pants to slow music. All the men, and not only, were hers. Strange, but I was not jealous. I was proud: this is mine!

When it was all over, the girls began to redeem their scattered clothes for the money that they were given for striptease. Ira quickly bought a dress from one of the girls, but Dyusya broke a crazy price for panties, and she no longer had enough for a bra. So she remained in panties and a short tight-fitting dress, under which the excited nipples were bristling with large peas.

Everyone went outside to set off fireworks and wallow in the snow. Irisha hung herself on me and, looking into my eyes with a lustful squint, whispered: “Earring, cool! Always dreamed of a striptease! This is the best New Year in my life! All men love me! No, I love all men! No, I want! I love only you!"

After a striptease and a walk in the fresh air, there was a lull. The couples danced to soft lyrical music, there were "secular" conversations.

There was a piano in the hall. More precisely, a chic antique German piano with engraving and four bronze candlesticks. With a deep, almost organ-like timbre. Two guys falsely and confusedly began to play the “dog waltz” on it in four hands. Irisha, hearing this, rebelled: “Hey, guys, it’s a good tool to rape! Seryozha, play. He plays great."

I once graduated from a music school with honors, thanks to the diligence and willpower ... of my mother. The teachers were forced to go to school. I chose honey. At home, alone, he often played for the soul. I didn't like to play in front of people. Tried to break, didn't work. When drunken Russian people start asking, it's hard to refuse, and it's more expensive for yourself. I decided to perform the signature number to get rid of it: it all started with a slow saloon music. Irishka, on my command, poured a glass of vodka and placed it on the very edge of the piano from the top right.

A gradual increase in tempo to presto, a smooth transition to the fourth octave and tremolo (rapid alternation of two notes, like a drum roll). At the same time, a glass is taken with the free hand and waved! The glass is placed and the music continues with renewed vigor with both hands, returning to the first octave. No snack.

In our companies, everyone is already used to it, and they liked it, but here it was a sensation! I was about to get up, not reacting to the cries of "encore", but then I noticed Anya. She stood at the door of the room and... smiled at the corners of her lips: an angel with silver hair in a tight silver dress with huge gray eyes. Obviously, she caught the climax of the performance. I got busted. I played the classics. Not in the sense of "classic", although it is. I played the "classic of seducing women" - Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor, op. 27 No. 2 Beethoven. Better known as "Lunar". Many consider the entire sonata to be an Adagio sostenuto (first movement). But when it is played, and the woman has already melted and flowed, the second one begins - Allegretto! Then she gives up. But only if you play by yourself. And if you two.

In the current situation, all three parts had to be played to no avail. In complete silence. It looks like everyone stopped breathing. While playing, I looked at Anya all the time, making it clear that this was only for her. And she, spellbound, in my arms. I was at the top of bliss. It became my most favorite, most sensual performance of "lunar".

When I finished, the crowd again began to yell "encore!". And Anna again went into the bedroom. I said: "vodka taper, he is tired!" In Russia, it works "with a bang!". Everyone also immediately wanted vodka and forgot about Beethoven, and about the piano, and about me. The bacchanalia continued!

From heaven to mortal earth, the voice of my beloved lowered me: “Why are you staring at her like that?”

“Well, she’s beautiful ...” I began to justify myself,

- Yes, okay, calm down, very beautiful! That would tear it off, right?

- Yes!

"And you're telling me this?"

I'm not alone, we're two! I quoted a phrase from the cartoon, imitating Gopher's voice.

“I love you.” She laughed, kissed me on the lips, and staggered over to a group of guys demanding “a drink for a beautiful unfortunate lonely woman.”

Of the two options “go to Anya” and “get drunk out of grief”, I, as a truly Russian peasant, chose the second.

Having decided, he began to realize his goal: he took a bottle of cognac 0, 7 "Remi Martin" VSOP, a cognac glass from the table, put an appetizer (salads, a decent part of an amazing Christmas goose, rice) in a large plate and, in splendid isolation, settled down in an armchair at a coffee table . To numerous importunate proposals to “join” he answered with a polite but firm refusal, referring, like an experienced married woman, to a “headache”. Magnificent soft cognac, which did not catch my breath, but poured down my throat and chest with pleasant warmth, and a plentiful, rather high-calorie snack played a role: I stopped getting drunk and stopped at that stage of alcoholic intoxication, when my head is pleasantly spinning, but quite light, everyone love, pulls on exploits and sex. But I wasn't interested in women at all. Memories of THAT New Year and the exciting tubercle in Sasha's pants caused an animal desire to surrender. The lower abdomen ached.

When the bottle ran out, only I, Irina, Sasha and Andrey were left in the apartment. And Anya, somewhere in her room. Unable to cope with excitement, he went to the bathroom. Undressed, stood under a cold shower - it did not help. He made the water warmer, squatted down and began to massage the perineum with circular movements of the jet. Desire has increased. He put the shower close to the hole - the water began to fill the ass, pleasantly bursting from the inside. When it was already impossible to endure, squeezing his ass, he moved to the toilet. Water gushed out of me in a powerful stream, bringing a pleasant relief. And then again I wanted to feel this fullness unbearably. After three or four times, the water began to pour out absolutely clean. Thanks to such an enema, the sphincter relaxed, and the entrance became huge. As if in a gouged hole, he easily inserted three fingers into his ass and began to fuck himself, regretting that his fingers were not thick enough. Quickly dry off and get dressed. There is only one thought in my head: “I want to take a big dick!”

"Small World: In the End, We'll All Meet in Bed"

(Brigitte Bardot)

Near the window Irishka was squeezing with Dusey. I went.

— God help. Have you seen Alexander?

Dusya, not looking up from Irka's lips, waved his hand towards the second room.

“Don’t get carried away,” he slapped his girlfriend on the ass and went to look for Sasha.

I knew about the existence of this room, but I saw it for the first time. It was an acoustic room, decorated according to all the laws of this science. The walls and massive door were covered with thick, grass-colored cloth. There are heavy curtains on the windows. The floor is covered with a carpet with a high soft pile. On the ceiling - foam panels. To the right, about a meter from the wall, is a large leather sofa with a massive, approximately 45-degree angled back and wide, rounded leather sides, into which pull-out wooden drawers were built. Several small leather pillows are scattered on the couch. To the left, a wall-to-wall rack of expensive equipment and shelves full of vintage vinyl records, cassettes, and laser discs. Many columns of various sizes around the perimeter. Soft but sufficient lighting was provided by four large tortoiseshell sconces placed in the corners of the room.

It became clear why this room was so popular...

Sasha was sitting on the couch, leaning back, sipping cognac, enjoying rock ballads. The acoustics were really on the level! The music was flowing, it seemed from nowhere and everywhere. Every instrument was heard, not a single sound was lost. Juicy basses echoed somewhere in the chest, forcing the heart to beat in time with them.

- And I think where the Scorpions come from! - I lied: with the doors closed, the sound did not penetrate into the apartment.

— Do you like Scorpions?

- In general, I like classic rock: Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Queen ...

He nodded respectfully and motioned for her to sit next to him. For about twenty minutes we enjoyed cognac and music, periodically commenting: “This is a cool thing” or “This is vocal!” But all this time I thought only about his organ. Finally, I decided: “Listen, I look at you and think what are you putting in your pants?”

- in what sense?

- well, like ballerinas, so that the member looks.

- I'm crazy, or something, I'm not enclosing anything.

- No, they don't exist!

- for an argument?

What are we arguing about?

- a hundred bucks.

- What are you, I'm leaving tomorrow, I've run out of money.

- Well, you will send a translation.

- let's! - I knew perfectly well that I got a hundred dollars, but, in the end, they said that in Moscow call boys cost 300-500. Saving!

He put down his glass, unzipped his fly and, lifting his ass, pulled his pants together with his underpants to the knees. A really decent organ opened up. The lower abdomen ached with renewed vigor, I could no longer stop! He must be in me!

“Yes, I lost,” I was “saddened”.

- Yes, okay, I'm sorry!

- Listen, you have it 15 centimeters! And when it costs, probably, all 20? - I know very well how to arrange a man.

– I don’t know, I didn’t measure, – he was obviously pleased with the recognition of his dignity.

No, really, I wonder how much. Let's measure.

Everything seemed just an innocent argument between two drunken men. He suspected nothing (or did he?).

I measured the length with my palm. From the wrist to the end of the little finger.

“15 cm,” I explained.

He didn't resist. He seemed to be interested in this "scientific experiment" himself. He did not even have a question: why am I doing this, and not himself?

- Now in a state of erection ... I took a member in a fist, and began to slowly expose the head. The member stood up as if on cue! From the wrist to the end of the middle finger I have 20 cm. It was a little shorter.

- All 18! I didn't even have to feign admiration. - And 4 centimeters in diameter. Probably all the women are crazy, - carrying this laudatory nonsense, I continued to slowly masturbate.

He didn't answer. I hardly took my eyes off the object of my desire and looked at the face: his eyes were closed, his mouth was parted, he was breathing slowly and deeply. I got "access to the body"! Emboldened, he put his other hand on the compressed elastic scrotum and began to gently stroke and lightly squeeze the large testicles. His buttocks tightened, lifting his pelvis. A transparent droplet appeared on the tip of the penis. I climbed onto the couch with my feet, knelt down and bent over his groin. Admired. A glossy head, like a mushroom cap, crowns a massive trunk covered with swollen veins. Miniature pink "sponges" bordering the hole pass into a groove in front, to the sides of which a juicy roller diverges, forming a crown around the head.

The sight and smell of a member was crazy. Pushing down the tender skin of the foreskin to the limit, he took the whole head into his mouth and began to drive around it with his tongue. He put one hand on my head and gently fiddled with my hair, while the other stroked my neck and back, slowly moving down. I sagged under the palm, lifting my ass and squirming impatiently. Having reached the waist, the hand began to return back. I involuntarily let out a dissatisfied capricious lowing. He understood everything and put his hand on the buttock. I exhaled contentedly. He began to alternately tightly squeeze my buns. The second hand began to rhythmically press on the back of the head, forcing him to suck more actively. With one hand, I grabbed his trunk at the very base along with the scrotum, the other stroked the shaggy pubis. He began to slowly slide his mouth over his cock, relaxing his lips when he entered me and squeezing hard when he moved back. The tongue continued to walk on the head. He was very excited, breathing noisily, the movement of his hands over the buttocks became faster. He tried to get his hand under his jeans, but it wouldn't fit. Impatiently, almost breaking the zipper, I unzipped my fly and pulled my jeans along with my swimming trunks over my thighs.

The member, left without support, fell out of his mouth with a smacking sound and, with a loud slap, hit him in the stomach. He chuckled merrily. With one hand he lifted a member, and with the other he took my chin and pulled the head. I continued to suck, and he stroked and massaged my already naked ass, more and more often running along the recess between the buttocks, touching the hole. The lower abdomen ached with desire. There was a sensation of the female thirsting for sex. And I wanted my male to realize that he was fucking the female. He was silent, and I so lacked vulgar rude comments, as Alla did. I couldn't resist: "Do I suck well?"

- Yes...

- Am I a good nipple?

- good...

It was not easy to talk to him. It seems that the expression "a woman loves with her ears" was an empty phrase for him ...

Do I deserve good sex?

Finally it dawned on him: "the girl wants to be fucked?"

- the female really wants! - I clarified my role, again took the cock in my mouth and raised my ass higher.

He, too, was aroused by this dialogue and my behavior. He took out a tube and a condom from a drawer in the arm of the sofa. Yes, you can’t say anything, this room was equipped perfectly! The tube contained the usual silicone lubricant. But I didn’t need another one - the desire was already overflowing, and after the water procedures the sphincter was relaxed, and the entrance to the ass was free even for such an aggregate.

“You don’t need a condom, I’m not contagious,” I continued to insist on my role as a female. This excited me even more. Lost mind. All that was left was lust!

He squeezed a significant amount of lube out of the tube right into the hole and began to smear it all over the crotch, freely penetrating first with one and then two fingers inside. Exciting chill lubrication and his caresses brought to ecstasy. I stood in front of him, pulled his shoulders. He got up. I took off his turtleneck, squatted down and, while taking off my jeans, could not resist taking the cock in my mouth again. When he was completely undressed, he turned his back on him and, pressing his ass against the hot cock, began to rub against him. He also undressed me, turned my face to the sofa and, embracing my waist with one hand, pressed my back with the other, forcing me to stand cancer. I, legs wide apart, knelt on the edge of the sofa, leaned on the back and bent over so that my ass was higher.

- what a buttock we have, - he admired and slapped his buttock loudly.

I groaned in pleasure, "More!"

He no longer needed to be asked. He got himself excited. He slapped his ass several times. The grease on the outside is dry. He squeezed out a large portion on his head and, holding the cock with his hand, began to massage my anus with a cock. I parted my buttocks with both hands, leaned back, and the cock immediately entered almost halfway. “And you really aren’t a girl anymore!” He took my hips and pulled me towards him, introducing a member. Entering completely, rested his pubis in the ass. Hair nicely caressed the skin. The sensation of swelling ass made me dizzy. He fucked me with quick, small movements, like a lustful little dog. Member walked no more than 1-2 cm somewhere in the depths, and I practically did not feel it. The thought flashed: “Is he like that with women?” I already wanted to ask for “stronger”, but then the rock ballad “Woman” began to play (since then I can’t calmly listen to this composition). He began to wave to the rhythm of the juicy tragic bass. Sasha, involuntarily, also began to move at the same pace. He slowly pulled out almost completely, and then hard with force drove a member into me to the full length, pulling my hips with his hands.

Sasha pounded his ass. The bass drummed into my brain: “thum, thum, thum, thum...” Klaus yelled “Woma-a-a-n you can cha-a-nge my world!”. Sasha's belly slapped loudly on my buttocks. My testicles beat nicely against my scrotum. A huge ribbed head massaged the prostate area. Pleasant sensations grew into ecstasy. Rolled an orgasm. But Sasha suddenly left me. I almost yelled, "what the fuck?". He pulled me off the sofa, forced me to lie on my back right on the carpet, lay down on top and spread my legs wide with his hips. I readily lifted my pelvis. He reached for the pillow and pushed me up the ass. I took his cock in my hand and impatiently put it to the hole. He entered slowly, effortlessly. I grabbed his pelvis with my legs and began to press on the buttocks at the pace I needed. He rested on his elbows, but I wanted to feel the full weight of the man fucking me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him close to me. His movements became more sweeping, he slowed down and began to violently finish. He dug his lips into his neck. Member, decreasing, began to come out, but it did not suit me. First, I didn't finish. Secondly, I know male psychology very well: after an orgasm, complete apathy sets in, and in our case, perhaps, disgust.

I pressed him to my buttocks: "wait," squeezed the sphincter. The blood flow was blocked, the member began to increase again. The banal reflex “three-neuron arc” worked, as in the patella: the brain, mistaking a purely mechanical erection for excitation, sent a command to the muscles. He began to vigorously fuck me again, but I sharply pushed my ass away and the dick popped out of it. He mumbled unhappily. The task was completed: he got excited again, turned on me and, as yet, did not receive satisfaction.

"You're selfish, I want to cum too," I whispered.

He unquestioningly slid down to my crotch, took a cock in his hand and began to masturbate, clearly hoping for reciprocal gratitude for the pleasure he had given.

“Suck it,” I could already demand.

He took the cock in his mouth. In this position, Irisha and Dyusey found us.

“This is how they listen to music here!” - Irisha portrayed fair indignation, threateningly resting her hands on her hips. Sasha was not at all embarrassed, on the contrary, it seems that this piquant situation aroused him even more: he began to use his tongue with particular zeal to my head, covering his eyes with pleasure. Ira could not resist such a sight. She knelt down, turning her ass to me, and began to lick the trunk. Sasha "favorably" moved her head, and they began to suck in turn. A short dress, and in the usual position, barely covering the buttocks, pulled up and opened the view of the innermost girlish places. She was already without panties and was just leaking lube. “You obviously haven’t read Lermontov either,” I thought.

Andrei sank down on the carpet behind Ira and began to stroke her ass, crotch, periodically penetrating her fingers inside. She stopped sucking, buried her face in my stomach, spread her legs wide and, moaning softly, began to wave. With the words “I want you all,” she crawled onto me. Sasha helpfully inserted my penis into her vagina, took the lubricant, squeezed it onto his penis. I got into the pose of a "sumo wrestler" and slowly introduced a member into Irishka, already developed by me, ass. Dyusya quickly undressed, knelt over my head, spread his legs wider so that the member was at the level of Irishka's face. I watched with lust as the fleshy, appetizing head slowly glided between wet lips. The sight of a lustful lover with someone else's dick in her mouth and the smell of male genitals practically touching my face made me lose my mind. I began to lick the scrotum and gently suck on the large testicles. Ira became even more aroused. She released a member and sent it to me. Andrei, obeying our desires, turned around and got on all fours. His handsome man loomed over me. I parted my lips willingly. Ira, without blinking, lustfully screwing up her eyes, fascinated watched as they fucked me in the mouth.

Sasha continued to operate in Irina's ass. Our members rubbed against each other through the delicate walls of the vagina and rectum, causing indescribable sweet sensations. We finished at the same time, all three of us. For a long time. Strongly. With this unforgettable, incomparable, unique feeling of a group orgasm.

Have Irishka began hysterics. She crawled on all fours towards the exit. I already had the pleasure of watching this picture when she finished especially violently. But to an uninitiated person it might seem that she was crying from resentment and pain. Sasha, probably naively believing that his penis was to blame, crawled after her, lamenting plaintively: "Irochka, what's wrong with you, does it hurt you?" I wanted to stop him and warn him not to touch her now, but after the orgasm, I didn't care at all. “Let them figure it out for themselves ...” Already from the corridor came her furious growl: “leave me, bitch!”. “But I warned you! ... or didn’t have time?” I thought with some gloating pleasure. "That is OK. I also got it the first time. Now he will gently hug her, stroke her, she, sobbing, will snuggle up to him, and universal harmony and peace will reign on the entire planet. At least in one, separately taken pair.

Dusya, not having time to finish, remained on his knees above my head with a rearing member. He began to slowly masturbate.

I got excited again. Crawled out from under him and, like a lustful whore, got up cancer, substituting the ass: “cum in me!”

- I want it in my mouth.

This commanding tone of the dominant male demolished the tower. I turned around and obediently opened my mouth, demonstrating complete readiness and submission. He plunged into me, but I wanted more than just sucking. I began to rhythmically press my hands on his buttocks. He tightly grabbed his head and began to fuck slowly, persistently trying to shove the whole cock into me. Alcohol intoxication and the annual experience of FEGDS made it possible to cope with the gag reflex. His head went down his throat several times, causing a copious discharge of mucus. He threw back his head and groaned softly. His pelvic movements accelerated and it became difficult to control his reflexes. I took the cock in my hand and began to suck, while jerking off the shaft and gently squeezing his scrotum. In less than a minute, the head began to swell. Sperm in short juicy streams splashed on my palate. For the first time in my life, I finished in my mouth.

Every time something unconventional in sex happened for the first time - the first touch of lips to the clitoris, the first anal caresses, the first blowjob - there was a unique sexual arousal with a sense of shame from the awareness of inappropriateness, humiliation and own promiscuity. Blood hit in the head, severe dizziness turned off consciousness. Only animal lust remained! This all-consuming lust caused a desire to deliver maximum satisfaction to his male. And what is the most valuable thing for a man, after his incomparable penis? Yes! I began to swallow sperm, carefully sucking everything to the last drop. It was a lot, orgasm lasted a long time. When the cock began to fall, he lay on his back and again pulled my head to the groin.

I put my head on his stomach and continued to gently suck on the head, kissing the wet, soft, but still big and heavy member along the entire length. He fell asleep. I, quietly, so as not to wake up, left the room and went to the bathroom. They didn't even bother to close! A few seconds from a dark corridor I watched an erotic scene: Sasha stood in the bathroom, pouring himself from the shower, and Irishka sucked. Deciding that there were enough impressions for today, he went to sleep in the hall.

“The Bible contains 6 warnings for homosexuals and 362 warnings for heterosexuals. This does not mean that God does not love heterosexuals. You just need to look after these people better.”

(Henry Miller)

Woke up at eleven o'clock. Ti-shi-na-ah-ah-ah ... From the whole body, the exciting smell of sex. Went to the bathroom. While brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror. Found a large burgundy hickey on the neck, left by Sasha. “What should I say to my wife? ... I hit it! Hmm ... “I filled the bath with lukewarm water, lay down and soaked for half an hour, at least.

Feel better...

Washed thoroughly.

Revived...

Naked (clothes strained, but there was no one to be shy) went to the kitchen. On the way I looked into THAT room. Three naked angels slept right on the floor, huddled tightly against each other. Irinka threw her leg over Andrey and held a half-raised member with her hand. Sasha hugged her from behind. “A stormy awakening awaits you” - knowing what was happening with Ira after such orgasms as yesterday, he sincerely wished them good luck ...

He closed the door softly and moved on. Opened the refrigerator. Kefir packaging! Cold! Poured a full glass. Greedily, in one gulp, drank.

Resurrection...

He poured another glass, sat down at the table and began to slowly, savoring, drink the life-giving liquid in small sips.

Ascended!

And a vision appeared: Anya... wearing only a thong... She calmly proceeded to the refrigerator. As if I didn't exist. Or I was, but I am a closet. While she was walking, no, swimming, these three meters from the door to the refrigerator, he could not take his eyes off! A charming face, framed by long (up to the waist), thick ashy hair. Huge gray eyes, a chiseled nose, as if outlined in a thin pencil, juicy silky lips. Long neck, snow-white elastic, provocatively standing, medium-sized breasts, with large nipples slightly apart. Thin waist. Flat tummy with a beautiful navel. Between the tummy and the rounded protruding crests of the iliac bones - hollows, converging downwards, outline a wide convex alluring pubis. A round, taut ass, as if consisting of two ideal hemispheres, without forming folds, smoothly passes into the hips.

When walking, the hips swayed smoothly, and the appetizing snow-white buns did not sway vulgarly to the sides, but elegantly rose and fell alternately. Delicate velvety, not yet touched by cellulite, skin. Transparent baby fluff at the bottom of the back along the spine and two seductive dimples on the sides. In the crotch area, divergent buttocks and converging inner thighs form a perfect rhombus, revealing plump, soft even in appearance, labia. Long, slender legs, with embossed muscles of the thighs and legs that play when walking. Thin ankles, chiseled feet with even long toes. May Anya (and all women) forgive me for such a comparison, but with her article and graceful gait she resembled, no, not a doe, but a young thoroughbred mare (not in the sense of “you are a mare” or “a collective farm old nag” with a drooping belly, huge oils and an extinct look). Anyone who has ever been lucky enough to see the dressage of these divine creatures will understand me. To hide the excitement, I had to move a chair closer to the table.

Anya took an open package of kefir, looked at her for a few seconds: “Who is the pi-and-l from May-her krush-shki? she said with a Baltic accent.

“Sorry, I didn’t know.

- Just kidding, relax

She poured kefir into a glass and sat down at the table across from me.

- You ko-ro-sho play-rai-eat and type-five has very beautiful hands.

Out of place, I recalled Soviet films about the war, where the Nazis interrogated village activists: “Russian Schwein! put-quiet co-thief, where partisans, put-quiet get a crust of slap-pa, put-quiet to be silent, put-quiet to pick up the boots of the morta and hang on the Ryu peryoza! I couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

- Is there something wrong with me? (With your permission, as, indeed, without it, I will not continue to imitate her accent, think for yourself)

No, you are perfect! It's just, I thought you were deaf and mute, but it turns out you have a charming voice...

- Yes, you are an esthete! ... Where did you study music?

- Siberian self-taught nugget.

— Are you from Siberia? I have been to Siberia. You have a beautiful wife.

- I know. But not the wife.

— Mistress?

- Darling.

“Apparently passionate,” she pointed to a hickey on her neck.

- We're trying...

The conversation started. It became clear what Sasha had in mind: she was very sociable, cheerful, open, witty, with lively facial expressions. And whimsical. I preferred to talk less and listen more. And admire. Her eyes were mesmerizing. Now wide open, now languidly covered, now sad, now shining. He involuntarily shifted his gaze from her lovely face to her equally lovely breasts. She didn't show an ounce of embarrassment.

After a half-hour conversation, she said with childish naive delight: “You are cool, not like all men.”

- In terms of? — I became alert, remembering my recent, far from masculine, lust.

- You are kind of soft, or something ... gentle, you understand everything. With you ... calmly.

It was a signal that the object was ready.

Yeah, soft and fluffy. Think for yourself: a meter away from me sits a NAKED, INSANELY BEAUTIFUL representative of the opposite sex, exuding dizzying vibes. Believe me, my only thought is to drag you to bed!

My frank statement slightly embarrassed her, a blush appeared on her cheeks.

- I somehow didn’t think about it ... You seem somehow harmless ...

“Say more, sexless.

- No, relatives.

Like a blow to the head! I was ready to kill myself for this attack. The deity itself recorded me as a relative, and I ... a male! What to me, sex in a life is not enough? I fawned, tailoring the most, in my opinion, pitiful mine:

“Well, I’m sorry, you really excite me a lot!” But I don’t pester, right?... Will we forget?... Will we remain relatives?

She could not resist this "sincere repentance", laughed: "Let's stay." A truce has been established.

- You're an angel!

She stared into my eyes, said: "I'm ... not like that"

Are you a demon?

She smiled.

“Not in that sense. Have you been gossiped about me yet?

"Only that you're 'harmless and eccentric'."

“I… more… like women.

Everything fell into place ... Damn, why do women always have the best?

But “more” is not “only”?!

- And I like women more - we have a lot in common, we really are relatives! I so want to touch you. It will not decrease, after all, but a relative is pleased - I went for broke.

She laughed: "Incest?", briefly thought: "It won't decrease." Came up. I turned in my chair towards her, no longer hiding my excited state. She moved closer, standing between my spread legs. I stroked her back, slowly moving to the lower back and lower. Delicate velvety skin caressed the palms.

Slow circular movements, massaged the buttocks. Her eyelids drooped languidly, her mouth opened slightly, she breathed noisily: "You have magical hands." I often heard this (I have never lifted anything heavier than a computer mouse in my life, and my hands were soft, without calluses. And determining where and how to stroke a woman is not a problem if you love her). But to hear compliments from a lesbian ... Or not? Member touched her legs and was ready to explode. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me to my stomach. I gently, without opening my lips, began to kiss the velvet skin, slowly moving towards the pubis. She tilted my head impatiently.

I pulled off her panties, she slightly spread her legs and leaned her pelvis forward, exposing her tongue to a secret place. The delicious aroma of the female womb turned my head. I began to slowly lick the entire length of plump lips, occasionally sticking my tongue into the hot vagina. She trembled finely and impatiently offered me a clitoris. Having given up, I grabbed this tender bud with my lips and began to quickly randomly drive it with the tip of my tongue. She hugged my head even tighter and groaned. I looked up: her eyelids were half closed, her gaze was distant, she tilted her head to one side, opened her mouth and licked her upper lip, echoing the movements of my tongue. I began to gently suck the clitoris, like a small penis, put two fingers into it and, feeling a small rough tubercle, began to stroke it with my fingertips. Anya threw her head back, trembled all over, her hips clenched convulsively, the vagina contracted rhythmically, tightly clasping her fingers, lubricant flowed abundantly from it: she was cumming. For a long time, with a long groan, muttering something, alternating Russian with Estonian. Then she went limp, I barely had time to pick her up and put her on my knees. She clung to me, bent her knees, threw her arms around her neck and fell silent. Sweet, tender ..., after all, an angel?

I gently touched her chic hair and could not enjoy their aroma. She seemed to fall asleep, and I was afraid to disturb this angelic dream. How much time has passed, I can’t say: a minute, ten, an hour. Suddenly, her nostrils flaring wide, with her eyes still closed, she began to sniff my face, resembling a blind puppy poking into her mother's stomach in search of boobs. I had felt it for a long time: her vaginal discharge on my lips gradually acquired this brain-piercing smell of a woman thirsting for sex. She inhaled it with pleasure: "You smell awesome"

- It's you.

She pulled away from me, fluttered her eyelashes in surprise and, as if making the greatest discovery, recited in a serious tone: “I smell amazing!”

Without agreeing, we, having endured the “MKhATov pause”, simultaneously laughed.

I fell in love?..

She narrowed her eyes and asked in a conspiratorial whisper, “Does your girlfriend smell awesome too?”

- Why do you want it?

- Want.

And yet, the demon...

Are you using me now? To get close to my girlfriend? I asked with mock severity.

“Of course, silly.” She was not going to give up this game.

“Irisha also said something about you, like “I wish I could tear her off,” I retorted harshly, even rudely.

She was not offended: “Are you jealous?!”

Why should I be jealous of her?

No, you're jealous of me!

Her female logic baffled me: I did not know what to answer. I had to analyze my words to determine their motivation... Yes, I was jealous! I didn't want to share it with anyone. She determined it in an instant with some sixth ... or twenty-sixth sense. That's what we don't have: they feel what nature doesn't give us. Only soberly analyze and realize. Maybe that's why lesbian love exists?

“I thought it was impossible, but after an orgasm, you became even more beautiful!”

The intonations and wording spoke for themselves: I fell in love!

She was clearly against this turn of events and laughed it off: “And you - before ...”, and lowered her eyes, looking at my standing member: “Do you want to finish?”

I theatrically rolled my eyes, folded my lips with dumplings: “I didn’t expect such a stupid question from such a beautiful and intelligent creature!”

“Well, I stepped,” she childishly spread her arms, palms up, often batting her eyelashes. Then she tousled her hair: “Blonde lesbian, what do you take. Do you have a condom?

- Never used it.

- Then, excuse me, relative ... She slid down, knelt between my legs. And ... began to have fun!

She played with her testicles, accompanying the sounds made by an empty can rolling down the stairs: "Blm-blm-blm." She sang something folklore into the "microphone". She took the penis with both hands and, bulging her eyes, pretending to be frightened, slowly ran them along the entire length from the head to the pubis. She put it on her face, comparing it with the size of her head, trying it on with her palm, as children do near the wall, noting the growth rate with a pencil. I analyzed and immediately announced where and how many centimeters the penis would come out of the back of the head, if you take it into your mouth as a whole. Sticking out the tip of her tongue from diligence, she tried in vain to close her fingers in a ring on the penis. Summed up: “Your is very big, just huge!” Then she moved on to the “sponges”: it turned out that she also knows about this “trick”.

Are you huge? asked a member.

Yes, I'm huge! answered for him in a squeaky cartoon voice. At the same time, she pressed the head with two fingers, forcing the “sponges” to move.

During this sweet impromptu performance, I could hardly contain myself from laughing and commenting.

The transparent liquid, droplets protruding from the penis during previous caresses, became sticky and also acquired a characteristic smell. Her nostrils flared wide again.

"You smell delicious too." We both smell delicious…” she began, but I interrupted her: “Don’t be distracted, dear.”

- OK, darling!

Her head was spinning from those words she said in jest. I no longer wanted to just have sex with her. I wanted to be with her forever. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up. She, in obedience, got up and, spreading her legs, sat on my knees. I took her by the waist and pulled her to me ... And drowned in the bottomless gray languid lakes. I guess that's how "I want you" dies. Let's sleep," and "I love you" is born. Marry me".

I did not voice this global demographic event. I, with my idiotic male rationalism (who needs it?!!), soberly realized that this was not destined to happen NEVER. Resentment, anger, hatred, disgust... It would seem that strong destructive feelings.

But these are just childish naive whims, compared to the cruel, inevitable and mercilessly meaningless "NEVER"! Apparently, this killing hopelessness was reflected on the face. She affectionately, exactly affectionately, like loving mothers to their babies, looked at me, stroked my cheek, leaned over, and, slightly opening her mouth, kissed me on the lips. Long, gentle. Then she laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered softly, but insistently, minting every word, as psychiatrists speak to the mentally ill: “To you. Just. Necessary. Cum. And that's all. It will pass." She looked into her eyes: "Yes ... dear?"

- Yes honey...

Not really! I gently held this treasure by the waist, admired it without taking my eyes off it.

After an eternity, in order to somehow distract himself, he asked: “Do you really want Irka, or are these jokes with you?”

She approached closely so that only huge black pupils were visible, with passion, through her clenched teeth, “you don’t even know how!”

“Calm down, I imagined,” mimicking her, with his eyes pointed to a standing penis, “you have ten hours left before our departure.

He remembered the position of his beloved with Ducie's cock in his hand: "but, it is advisable to hurry up, you may not have time"

Irisha, dissatisfied with something, appeared at the door.

- Are you cooing, doves? Well, how is she? Oh what a hickey! (Anna raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at me inquiringly)

My mistress, who had been doing God knows what with other men all night before my eyes, was jealous?

- I'm not asking how you Dusya and Sasha.

- And you ask! They both ran away. They have snotty, unfed children there, seven in the shops. Let's go breastfeed, or whatever they have.

Clear. Two left, the third is making out with a woman in the kitchen... Irka, in her state, broke off the morning sex! Anya, continuing to sit on my lap with her legs apart, was afraid to turn around, it seems that she pretended to be dead. She just fluttered her eyelashes. I hastened to calm her down, making it clear that it's okay, we're having so much fun, "darlings are scolding ...".

Defiantly kissed on the lips: “I’m trying here, I’m agreeing about your hairstyle, and you?”

- You are my prospector. SO I can do it myself!

She came up, stroked Anya's hair, on her shoulders: “Beautiful ...“. Anya shuddered at the unexpected touch, instantly came to life, her eyes sparkled. She winked playfully, hinting that she was succeeding.

- Good! A woman with a cart ..., - turned on the irony, so as not to give out real feelings. He stood up, holding, no - tremblingly pressing Anya by the waist. Then he hurried to leave the premises, leaving two naked, sultry, insanely beautiful and insanely loved women alone.

“Look, don’t crack, truce,” Irka slapped me on my erect member as I passed by.

“Girls, you don’t fight much here ...

When I left the kitchen, closing the door behind me, they burst out laughing. “It looks like, Anya, you will still have Ira laughed today.

I fell in love?..

She narrowed her eyes and asked in a conspiratorial whisper, “Does your girlfriend smell awesome too?”

- Why do you want it?

- Want.

And yet, the demon...

Are you using me now? To get close to my girlfriend? I asked with mock severity.

“Of course, silly.” She was not going to give up this game.

“Irisha also said something about you, like “I wish I could tear her off,” I retorted harshly, even rudely.

She was not offended: “Are you jealous?!”

Why should I be jealous of her?

No, you're jealous of me!

Her female logic baffled me: I did not know what to answer. I had to analyze my words to determine their motivation... Yes, I was jealous! I didn't want to share it with anyone. She determined it in an instant with some sixth ... or twenty-sixth sense. That's what we don't have: they feel what nature doesn't give us. Only soberly analyze and realize. Maybe that's why lesbian love exists?

“I thought it was impossible, but after an orgasm, you became even more beautiful!”

The intonations and wording spoke for themselves: I fell in love!

She was clearly against this turn of events and laughed it off: “And you - before ...”, and lowered her eyes, looking at my standing member: “Do you want to finish?”

I theatrically rolled my eyes, folded my lips with dumplings: “I didn’t expect such a stupid question from such a beautiful and intelligent creature!”

“Well, I stepped,” she childishly spread her arms, palms up, often batting her eyelashes. Then she tousled her hair: “Blonde lesbian, what do you take. Do you have a condom?

- Never used it.

- Then, excuse me, relative ... She slid down, knelt between my legs. And ... began to have fun!

She played with her testicles, accompanying the sounds made by an empty can rolling down the stairs: "Blm-blm-blm." She sang something folklore into the "microphone". She took the penis with both hands and, bulging her eyes, pretending to be frightened, slowly ran them along the entire length from the head to the pubis. She put it on her face, comparing it with the size of her head, trying it on with her palm, as children do near the wall, noting the growth rate with a pencil. I analyzed and immediately announced where and how many centimeters the penis would come out of the back of the head, if you take it into your mouth as a whole. Sticking out the tip of her tongue from diligence, she tried in vain to close her fingers in a ring on the penis. Summed up: “Your is very big, just huge!” Then she moved on to the “sponges”: it turned out that she also knows about this “trick”.

Are you huge? asked a member.

Yes, I'm huge! answered for him in a squeaky cartoon voice. At the same time, she pressed the head with two fingers, forcing the “sponges” to move.

During this sweet impromptu performance, I could hardly contain myself from laughing and commenting.

The transparent liquid, droplets protruding from the penis during previous caresses, became sticky and also acquired a characteristic smell. Her nostrils flared wide again.

"You smell delicious too." We both smell delicious…” she began, but I interrupted her: “Don’t be distracted, dear.”

- OK, darling!

Her head was spinning from those words she said in jest. I no longer wanted to just have sex with her. I wanted to be with her forever. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up. She, in obedience, got up and, spreading her legs, sat on my knees. I took her by the waist and pulled her to me ... And drowned in the bottomless gray languid lakes. I guess that's how "I want you" dies. Let's sleep," and "I love you" is born. Marry me".

I did not voice this global demographic event. I, with my idiotic male rationalism (who needs it?!!), soberly realized that this was not destined to happen NEVER. Resentment, anger, hatred, disgust... It would seem that strong destructive feelings.

But these are just childish naive whims, compared to the cruel, inevitable and mercilessly meaningless "NEVER"! Apparently, this killing hopelessness was reflected on the face. She affectionately, exactly affectionately, like loving mothers to their babies, looked at me, stroked my cheek, leaned over, and, slightly opening her mouth, kissed me on the lips. Long, gentle. Then she laid her head on my shoulder. She whispered softly, but insistently, minting every word, as psychiatrists speak to the mentally ill: “To you. Just. Necessary. Cum. And that's all. It will pass." She looked into her eyes: "Yes ... dear?"

- Yes honey...

Not really! I gently held this treasure by the waist, admired it without taking my eyes off it.

After an eternity, in order to somehow distract himself, he asked: “Do you really want Irka, or are these jokes with you?”

She approached closely so that only huge black pupils were visible, with passion, through her clenched teeth, “you don’t even know how!”

“Calm down, I imagined,” mimicking her, with his eyes pointed to a standing penis, “you have ten hours left before our departure.

He remembered the position of his beloved with Ducie's cock in his hand: "but, it is advisable to hurry up, you may not have time"

Irisha, dissatisfied with something, appeared at the door.

- Are you cooing, doves? Well, how is she? Oh what a hickey! (Anna raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at me inquiringly)

My mistress, who had been doing God knows what with other men all night before my eyes, was jealous?

- I'm not asking how you Dusya and Sasha.

- And you ask! They both ran away. They have snotty, unfed children there, seven in the shops. Let's go breastfeed, or whatever they have.

Clear. Two left, the third is making out with a woman in the kitchen... Irka, in her state, broke off the morning sex! Anya, continuing to sit on my lap with her legs apart, was afraid to turn around, it seems that she pretended to be dead. She just fluttered her eyelashes. I hastened to calm her down, making it clear that it's okay, we're having so much fun, "darlings are scolding ...".

Defiantly kissed on the lips: “I’m trying here, I’m agreeing about your hairstyle, and you?”

- You are my prospector. SO I can do it myself!

She came up, stroked Anya's hair, on her shoulders: “Beautiful ...“. Anya shuddered at the unexpected touch, instantly came to life, her eyes sparkled. She winked playfully, hinting that she was succeeding.

- Good! A woman with a cart ..., - turned on the irony, so as not to give out real feelings. He stood up, holding, no - tremblingly pressing Anya by the waist. Then he hurried to leave the premises, leaving two naked, sultry, insanely beautiful and insanely loved women alone.

“Look, don’t crack, truce,” Irka slapped me on my erect member as I passed by.

“Girls, you don’t fight much here ...

When I left the kitchen, closing the door behind me, they burst out laughing. “It looks like, Anya, today you will still have Ira ...”

“No painkillers, just a stretched cunt, my neighbor has 26cm and is as thick as a bottle of deodorant and most of them fuck in the ass, my wife loves anal.”