I want to tell you, dear readers, one story that took place in my life not long ago. All events took place in the dormitory of one university, in which I actually studied.

It all started with the fact that it was necessary to cook food, but, unfortunately, the salt in our room ran out. It was too late to run to the store, and what student is buying salt. Salt asking neighbors.

So I went for salt to the neighbors, taking with him a glass jar of coffee.

In our hostel there are almost only girls, so I went to the room with the girls to ask for salt. But unfortunately no one was familiar on the floor of the house - everyone went home for the weekend. I stood for a while thinking about what to do, and suddenly I heard some soft music in one of the rooms — something from pop music.

After a moment's hesitation, I went to the call of music and came to a room in which I do not know anyone. I knocked softly and entered. The room smelled pleasantly of perfume, played a tape recorder, it was clean and ...

Two beautiful girls. One blonde, the other fiery red.

- Uh ... Hello girls! Salt is not there?

- Brought a coin? - for some reason they exchanged glances and giggled.

- Yes, here. - I put a five-kopeck coin on the fridge.

The red-haired girl got up, came up to me, took the jar from my hands and poured salt there for me.

- Thank you very much. You can not imagine ... - I did not give to finish.

- A liter of vodka on both of us is a lot, what do you think? - Redhead stunned me with a question.

- Lot. It will be bad, even if good snack. - I said, I did not lie.

- Then maybe you can help? - intervened the second.

- What you can not do for the fair sex. Of course I'll help!

- Then take the salt and come back. Take stacks if there is one.

- I'm in a jiffy. There are piles.

I returned right away, holding three piles and half a kilo of boiled sausage. The table was already organized: a liter of good vodka, a pair of solatiks, cheese and lemon. We added to this my sausage and sat down at the table.

“I'm Tanya,” said the redhead. - and this is Nastya. We know you - you are Sergey.

- Well, for the acquaintance. - we drank, biting lemon.

Girls got long cigarettes from a long pack and lit a cigarette. I myself do not smoke, but I can stand the smoke calmly, as I myself used to smoke for several years.

The conversation flowed like clockwork. We drank for beautiful ladies, for guys, for study, for art, for tanks and for Zen Buddhism.

When the liter began to come to an end, and the girls were already rather drowsy, I began to notice that they were plotting something. Well, what else can drunk women start, eh?

- We have not drunk yet on brudeshaft. - declared Tanya.

And since there were still three piles in the bottle, maybe four, her initiative was immediately accepted and supported by Nastya.

They drank and became so fiercely kissing, no, not kissing, but sucking that for a second I felt uneasy. I was saved from shock drunk amount of alcohol. I got a member in my pants, like a stake - he wanted to be free, but not for long, then he would disappear into one of the gentle mouths or both at once, or plunge into the burning young cave of passion. When the girls finished kissing, and while they were also stroking each other's breasts, climbing under T-shirts, they both snapped at me with the looks of hungry females, ready to tear their prey apart.

This is probably what the Black Widow spider female is doing.

“I want both of you.” - I said and reached for them.

They threw at me and began to furiously drag off jeans and a shirt from me, and I, in turn, cruelly crushed their strained breasts through transparent T-shirts. After a minute when I was left in which mother gave birth, they grabbed my cock and began to knead him. It was painful for me, but at the same time unbearably pleasant. They began to alternately swallow my huge penis almost to the very base, while violently pulling their crotches with their hands.

Nastya, who was sucking my last member, released him, pushed Tanya away, threw me back onto the bed and spread her passion on a volcanic volcano onto my cock.It was so wet and so hot that my dick just blew up with sperm inside the girl, but didn’t relax - he also wanted Nastya to jump furiously sometimes doing rotational movements in a circle. She moaned louder and louder and, finally, whispering - “I’m finishing it ...” - screamed and huddled in orgasmic convulsions, like a fish pulled out of the water beating in a death agony. Tears splashed from her eyes and, howling and scoring my little fists on my chest, she went limp and crawled off to my side - it was like a slight loss of consciousness. But my faithful friend stood and did not intend to give up. Tanya, who had previously masturbated passionately on how we fucked Nastya, climbed over me. She managed to bring herself to orgasm once, although it was not very noticeable while we were fucking and her clit was huge, swollen and red. She, like her friend, sat on top of me, but not so sharply. Then she squatted as if on a squat, but still leaning on my butt, spread her lips with one hand, and with the other pushed the slipper over the clitoris.

- Touch it - she pulled my hand. - He loves affection.

I touched the incredible size of the clitoris - she threw back her head in a sweet languor. The clitoris pulsed, the temperature was probably forty. I began to gently make circular movements on it and felt a member, which was still inside, that it was getting wetter there. She started moving. Slow. Rhythmically. Maximally introducing a member into itself and also maximally withdrawing - the edge of the head was shown between her red lips. She began to move faster, arrhythmic. It was evident that it is close to orgasm.

- Let's finish together - I suggested, podmahivaya her ass. - I'm almost ready.

- I, too! Come on !. A-A-A-A-A-A-A !!! Yes-ah-ah-ah! Oh my God!!! Yes!

A simultaneous orgasm is like a supernova explosion. I wanted to scream, she did too, but my throat was dry and we wheezed, having arched our backs, tearing and scratching each other's nails. She clutched my teeth in my shoulder and we died, lost the sense of reality. So, probably, a new or supernova star dies, illuminating the entire galaxy with the last death flash. No wonder the French say that orgasm is a little death.

Nastya was already asleep and we, too, fell asleep without leaving oblivion, not spreading, in each other's arms. Flesh in the flesh. Meat in meat.