My betrothed was not particularly attentive to me.

School sex and walks under the moon led to our marriage on the eve of his army.

The first six months, Pasha wrote, and then his rare letters were a tribute or something else.

When he returned home, Pasha did not particularly indulge me with sex. At the same time, on the side he could see, because at home he appeared at midnight.

I was fed up with all this, and that’s why the scandals started.

Before the divorce, however, did not come. Parents insisted, explaining our discord as a temporary phenomenon. At the same time, Pasha's mother advised us to think about the child.

But our relationship with my husband from this advice has not improved. And I somehow did not want to give birth from him.

I spent the nights in complete solitude, rubbing the clitoris, finished and “satisfied” fell asleep.

My girlfriend was absolutely free.

Mashka lived alone in a separate two-room apartment.

Her sexual adventures were her pride. And the number of male members who visited different places of my girlfriend did not have an account, as she had nothing to do with it.

I am 20 years old and I didn’t have men besides Pasha Marika simply laughed in my eyes, saying that "Well, and you are sick, from you, that it will decrease:".

I often disappeared at her place. And somehow she turned on Vidic with a porno cassette. On the screen, a man fucked a girl in the ass. I was just numb from what I saw. Mashka sarcastically watching me, shook her head, and then with all her familiar mats accused me of frigidity.

The next day, Masha called me at work and said that she was waiting for me in the evening at home.

The working day is over. I called home and warned my mother that I would go to my friend's place.

And here I am on the threshold of the apartment machine. Masha looks unusual. Dressed - I threw from the doorway. Defiant miniskirt bare legs and a white T-shirt tight chest. “Go and feel at home,” said a friend. Undressed, I walked into the room.

On the armchair was a man of about 35 and peeling an orange. “Good evening, Katya,” said the stranger. “Hello,” I replied.

Masha sat on the couch, while her white panties shamelessly looked out from under the skirt.

“Meet, this is Arthur, I told him about you in absentia here,” she said, smiling with a silly grimace and winking.

I sat next to a friend. Arthur cleaned the orange and handed it to me.

He poured apparently pre-cooked glasses of champagne and took two of them served to us.

We sat, and filtered semi-sweet. Mashka talked about some unknown cases to me with Arthur's friends.

Arthur, smiling, as if casually poured champagne.

Then, taking advantage of the pause in the Mashkin narratives, he asked, turning to me - “What are you doing Katya”. I told him that I was working and something else trying to joke about my girlfriend.

Masha, apparently, arranged such a turn of events, and she retired to another room, leaving us alone.

Arthur sat down with me and peeling another orange, going to “you” suggested that I go with him.

Not expecting such a turn, I naturally began to refuse.

Getting up, I went to Masha.

She sat by the window and smoked.

"Well, agreed" - looking out the window asked a friend.

“Mark, why are you doing this, what are you, especially bringing us here,” I replied to her.

“You don’t want to fuck with a man, you were moaning about your sex. Yes, I saw you watching porn and all flowed like a bitch, you are afraid to try to sleep with a man. Try and not ssy. Then you will say thank you ”- almost in a whisper, my girlfriend persuaded me to sleep with this man. At the end of her speech, Mashka said that if I was afraid to go to him, she would leave her apartment, especially since she herself was going to have a packet today.

My heart was beating almost jumping out. Toli champagne, Toli Mashkin confidence pushed me to agree.

“I don’t know Mark, I don’t know how it will be,” I justified my shyness.

“Now I will talk to him” - said Masha and after putting out a cigarette, went to Arthur.

From the room came the whisper of Mashka with periodic giggles, something like - "yes, she is still stupid, take her away properly."

She whispered with him for about five minutes. Then they fell silent.

I cautiously looked into the room and saw Masha kissing Arthur.

Arthur's hand was between Masha's legs.

I went to the kitchen.

A minute later, a friend came in and said that she had gone about her business.

The door slammed.

I stood in the kitchen and was afraid that this man would drop by now.

Maybe I should go home, I thought.

He came unexpectedly behind. Taking me under the chest, and whispered to me "do not be afraid."

He began to kiss my neck and squeeze my chest.

Something rested against my buttocks.

Arthur turned me to face me and lowered my shoulders on my knees.

My face was at his pants.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

He was very big with a massive head.

With one hand he held it, and with the other he pushed me against the back of his head.

The head of the penis rested on my lips. “Well, let's take his Katyusha,” said Arthur.

“Don't,” I said, trying to dodge. Arthur drove a member in my face and poked them on the lips. I opened my mouth, and his head, pushing, penetrated inside.

I tried to suck him, but I could not do it, he was big and my cheeks hurt. “Work with tongue” - commander said Arthur.

I licked his dick. He stretched out and became thicker and very resilient. There were veins visible on it.

Arthur stepped aside and took off his pants completely. "What a hairy he is," I thought.

“And why have you fallen asleep, come loose?” Said Arthur.

Tenderness here and did not smell. “Masha said that your pussy will soon grow together as you fuck:” Arthur said, looking at me and massaging his cock.

I got up and started to take off the dress. Arthur came up and letting off my pantyhose with panties, he began to massage my little pussy with his fingers.

Strange, but it was pleasant, and I felt moisture appear inside.

Without hesitation, Arthur bent me and put a member. He pulled my hips to me.

A member began to slowly enter me. It was painful. I screamed. “Well, I told you already grown together,” Arthur said, shoving his gun deeper.

The member was very big and long for me, because when he stuffed it completely, it hurt. I screamed and moaned, and this apparently turned him on.

He then accelerated his movements, then completely pulled in a member, and then with force thrust back.

Doing this, Arthur said all sorts of vulgarities - "to fuck you, not to whom, and you will not grow old fucking:".

Inside, under my stomach, something was heavy and in an instant it seemed to burst.

It is such a bliss. I've never finished for so long.

Arthur also finished in me. He removed his hands from mine and I fell to the floor.

I lay on my side, legs tucked in. Knee-highs and knee-length dresses beside me gave me the appearance of a whore. But I did not think about it then.

I don’t know if I was shouting or not, but I had a lump in my throat, a tick, as if I had broken my voice.

So passed, some time.

“Get up, go to the bath,” said Arthur.

I sat on the floor and pulled off the last of my clothes.

Feelings such that his penis was still stuck in the vagina.

I stood up, trembling in my legs and feeling terrible guilt.

“God, why did I do this,” I thought, and went to the bathroom.

Arthur poured me out of the shower and soaped my body with soft foam.

I stood with my hands on the wall. His hands scurried over his back.

He ran his finger between the buttocks and pressed on the anus.

Each time he did it stronger and stronger.

He parted the buttocks of my ass and began to lather the hole of the anus.

Then he tried to get inside with his finger. I screamed, and he slapped me on the pope and told me not to scream. I squatted down.

“What else are you?” Asked Arthur.

“I didn’t go there when I did it,” I replied with a shiver in my voice.

“Well, this is fixable,” he replied, laughing, and told me to stand, as he put it, “cancer.”

I wrapped my arms around my knees and asked him to let me go home because it was too late.

Arthur patted me on the head and nodded his head in the affirmative.

I left the bathroom and went into the room. When I got dressed, I headed for the door, and then Arthur grabbed my waist, lifted it up, and carried it to the bedroom.

“Let's play another goosey,” he said.

Putting me on the bed, he pulled off my pantyhose with panties and threw it to the side.

He forcefully spread my legs and, holding them up, without ceremony, he thrust his penis.

He fucked me, with some kind of anger, breathing hard in my face said - "open your eyes, bitch and look at me."

I looked at him and it was good, probably because I liked feeling like a slut.

It lasted until the morning. He did not let me go and having rested after the next time he again had me as the last whore.

I went to work, my legs did not obey, and my gait was probably conspicuous.

A month later, Pasha and I divorced. In the evening, celebrating my freedom with Masha, I asked Arthur’s address.