- Well, what, Red, where do we go? Maybe in the cafe?

- Yeah, Mouzon listen ...

- And we'll take off the chick!

- There is no bazaar. If you're lucky.

Two empty Red Bull tins, with a terrible crash, followed one after another into a dumpster in the middle of the evening yard. Frightened koshakas splashed in all directions, and two friends rose from the bench and slowly moved to the new building, in the area which last month opened a drinking and entertainment establishment for young people with average incomes. Friends were about seventeen. Auburn, head and shoulders above his companion, but thin as a spinning, he was distinguished by Olympic calmness in all situations. Neighbors in the hostel behind the eyes called him a “brake”, but they kept mum in the open: the village fists of Redhead that did not conform to the constitution experienced every second fellow student. Another friend, Lyapa, was small and cocky. He climbed into all holes, after which he “glowed” like a Christmas tree. Friends were from the same village and were all together in the same place.

... lucky almost immediately. In the cafe, two accelerator girls were sitting at one table and pulling a milkshake through the “straw”. Having a wink, friends approached them and asked for neighbors. Having received in response two condescending smiles and regarded them as "good", the friends occupied the free stools. Got acquainted quickly. White in jeans was called Svetka, and dark-haired in a mini-skirt Marina. Lyapa ran for a beer and the conversation went more fun.

After the third round, the youth drew on dancing. Sveta hung on the neck of Red and tightly pressed against him beyond her years with massive breasts. Red even through a T-shirt felt like large hard nipples were crawling along his ribs. Svetkin's belt rested against his “good”, promoting an already strong erection.

The other pair of events developed somewhat differently, but in the same direction. Twilight stood in the bar, and the people crammed like a herring in a barrel, so Lyapa boldly put her right hand on Marina’s chest, and left her to stroke her ass. Her boobs, frankly, pumped up, but below the waist nature tried its best. Lyapa was so reluctant that he was already ready to bend Marina right on the spot, but then the “ballad” ended, and the ground was empty.

The table was already occupied, and the girls asked to see them, subtly hinting at a possible continuation of the evening. The redhead took a liter of white at the bar, and a small company dumped it into the street. In a cheerful excitement, a couple of twenty minutes traveled along some sort of back streets of the private sector.

“Everything, guys, have arrived,” said the dark-haired one with a half-drunk accent and threw open the wicket gate. Passing the yard, the company on the high porch climbed into the house. - We will not light a light bulb, or our neighbors will spot it. - Marina to the touch found a candle.

The girls quickly rustled around the kitchen and gathered a simple snack on the table. Closing the curtains tightly, the four sat down around the table. Red poured into glasses, and they all drank. Crunching savory pickles, Lyapa, without stopping, poisoned jokes, and the girls laughed. We drank the second. Redhead, along with the chair, moved up to Svetka and ran his hand under her blouse. Sveta smelled hot fingers on her bare back and smiled seductively at the redhead, running her tongue over her painted lips.

- And let's - in the "fool" to strip! The one who chooses to remain in clothes is the one who chooses a partner, suggested Marina, who noticed Rydzhy peeking with her friend.

Having received universal approval, she took out a pack, lit a couple more candles, and the company was placed in a circle on the floor.

Girls were not lucky, and they in turn lost. There was practically no clothes on them, and in twenty minutes both friends flashed their bare boobs and curly pubes. The boys remained with each of his.

“Now play with each other,” the hostess turned to them and went to the table for a drink, defiantly wagging her ass.

She clearly had her eye on Ryzhy and wanted to intercept him from a friend, so she used a forbidden trick.When she returned, she entered the circle and bent low, setting the glasses on the floor. At the same time, she nearly sat down with her cleft Redhead on the nose. For five long minutes, he absorbed her strong musky smell, with the result that Svetkina's chest in his mind faded into the background.

Lyapa lost to the skin, and by the right of the Redhead chose the dark-haired one. They settled right here on the floor, and Sveta dragged Lyapu into the bedroom. Fifteen minutes later the bed in the bedroom ceased to creak, and Lyapina's partner, rubbing her swollen nipples, went out into the kitchen. Marina, leaning her elbows on the kitchen table, moaned loudly. Redhead steadily attacked her from behind.

- You, what, already? - Marina asked when she saw Svetka out of the corner of her eye.

- Oh! I splashed and snored, the girlfriend grumbled discontentedly.

“But mine will not calm down,” said Marina, breathing heavily. - I'm not happy already. Maybe substitute? I even try vodka and breath.

- With pleasure. - Svetka's eyes lit up, and she took a position next to her friend.

Redhead noticed a change in the situation and, stepping back a step, drove his “cock” into a new hen house. Svetka did not expect such a powerful blow and cried out from the sharp pain, but then she did it and started podmahivat. Marina, having finished her glass and chewing a cucumber, moved a little away from the furious jumps and felt the desire again. Bypassing the table, she reached her mouth to the lips of Svetka and stuck to them. Then, turning around, lay back on the table and, catching the "watermelons" jumping in front of her nose, began to swallow Svetka's nipples in turn, nibbling them slightly.

The excited trio did not notice the appearance of the fourth in the room. Awakened by Svetkina "oh" and "oh", Lyapa left the bedroom. Illuminated by a single candle, the picture that opened before his eyes caused a powerful erection. Soberly assessing the situation, Lyapa headed for the free “machine”.

When someone's fingers unexpectedly clasped her lips and pushed them apart, Marina wanted to shout, but her mouth was tightly blocked by her friend's nipple.

Feeling hot elastic flesh. Penetrating into her, she lifted her legs and grabbed them under her knees with her hands.

Svetka by that time had already finished three times, without changing position, and Red continued at the same pace. Curving up, the partner looked at him pleadingly:

- My dear, well, let me suck you, eh? I can not more!

Reluctantly, the redhead took out his “spear” from the tortured body and sat down on the edge of the table. Svetka sank down on her quivering knees and, clasping the protruding trunk with both palms, covered the steaming head with moist lips. With skillful actions, she quickly brought Red to an explosive state and carved him onto her breasts.

By this time, Lyapa had already laid down Marina to the limit, having achieved maximum penetration. With each thrust, his tight flesh struck the uterine cervix. At the last moment the halo opened, and the hot stream watered the tender inside of Marinina’s womb, bringing the girl to the highest ecstasy.

All group sex participants needed relaxation and rest. I wanted to drink, and the binge was over. The girls whispered and sent Lyap for supplement, providing him with incomprehensible instructions on how to get to the nearest night “lump”. Lyapa, reluctantly, pulled on his clothes and fell out into the night darkness.

He wandered for a long time through the dark streets. Finally, I got into a civilized area and waved another kilometer to the nearest shop. After lengthy altercations with a sleepy saleswoman (there was not enough chervonets), he, packaged, went back. In total, the messenger took more than an hour. Finding the right house, he went up to the porch. The front door is ajar, inside is darkness and silence.

- Red, are you here? - in a low voice said Lyapa. - Girls, ayy!

He groped around the kitchen. Stumbling on the table, gently put a bubble on him. “Have already fallen down, bastards”, Lyapa thought with annoyance. In any case, he sneaked into the bedroom, fumbled on the bed bony body of a friend. Delighted by the find, he shook Red on the shoulder and said loudly:

- What are you, turkey? Sleep like a horse and b ... deserve the miss! Get up, vodka sour ...

Red did not react to shaking and did not want to wake up.Lyapa felt for matches in his pocket and shone.

... When the match burned out, and the fire burned his fingers, Lyapa came out of a stupor and shouted a good language. He yelled like I. M. Vorobyaninov, who learned about the fate of mother-in-law diamonds. He yelled until he was hoarse. Then, walking backwards, he left the bedroom. Moving, as in a dream, he took a half-liter from the table, uncorked it and in one breath sucked it to the bottom. After that, Lyapa left the house and moved in an unknown direction, giggling and singing: “From a smile it will become brighter to everyone! ...”

* * *

- Listen, we have a control tomorrow?

- Not. Marya got sick. - Svetka kissed her friend on the lips and went to her porch. By elevator she climbed to the eighth floor and opened her door. No one was at home: the parents will be in Cyprus for another week. Marina's father came from the States the day before yesterday, and now, probably, she arranges a spanking.

Svetka went into the bathroom and took a shower. Then, defiling naked in a huge apartment, went to her room and unlocked the lock. In the wall niche, in the corner she had a hiding place. Svetka took out the box from him and carefully looked through its contents, lovingly caressing with her fingers each of the fourteen objects dear to her heart.

She closed the casket, put it back in place, and took a glass jar filled with clear yellowish liquid from the cache. Opening the jar, she carefully placed in it the contents of a plastic bag brought from the bathroom. On the bank she stuck a tag with the inscription: “№15. Auburn, student, 17 years old.

After that, she put in place a vessel with a freshly cut penis and swam into the kitchen to cook dinner.

Marina today was left without a trophy.