This story happened a year ago. I am a slightly distraught fan of this young singer. Having accidentally met her after a concert in my city, I decided that I love. In just three months of the “incubation period,” I realized that I lived only for Yulia, for Yulia’s sake. I understood that if I didn’t see her again, I would lose my mind.

I collected things, took some money, came to Moscow. Finding her apartment was not so difficult. Julia performed in one of the clubs. After the concert, I got into the car and drove home. And I - for her. By taxi from the same club.

Began my duty. The Chicherina House is a standard sixteen-floor panel in a residential area. I spent several days near her entrance, without going anywhere, especially. Is that in the grocery store and sometimes in the cafe. It was summer, it was warm outside. So without a home, I managed quite easily. And after a couple of days, I found a nearby empty garage with a lock, but not locked with a key.

A few days later I knew the whole Yulin routine. Where and why she was leaving, I naturally could not know. But how much - I knew. Now I had the need to be on duty at the entrance for not a very good day, but only “time X”.

Already on the second day the tenants began to recognize me. Mostly - older women. Most of them looked warily at the young man, constantly staring at the windows of the house, then at the access door.

I did not find anyone suitable for the role of husband-lover-friend Yulia. Yes, together with Julia there were young guys. But all of them within my visibility kept a distance with the girl, and they changed constantly.

In life, Julia seemed to me more beautiful than in the clips, magazines, photos on the Internet. But most of all I was fascinated by Yulina’s determination, the confidence with which she did absolutely everything. Even opened the door of the car.

On the fourth day, it seemed to me that Julia recognized me too. In any case, when she went out onto the porch at ten in the morning, the girl looked around the yard. And for about three seconds she kept her gaze on me. However, I did not see any emotions on her face.

Once I got into the porch and watched where exactly Chicherin lived. Eighth floor, left. Stealing up, I kissed the doorknob:

On the fifth day I got the first trophy - Yulin stub. With traces of her lipstick. I licked him at midnight and then hid it in a plastic bag.

On the sixth day, Julia was already staring at me. Once, the second she passed without taking her gaze from me. The third time she showed me the middle finger. Fak! I was happy and glad. And glad finger, and grimace irritation.

On the seventh day, Chicherina gave me a present. She spoke to me: “What are you doing here, fan?” If you do not fall down before returning, I personally otpinyu!

I responded with a stupid joyful mug.

In the evening I was waiting for Yulina to return at the entrance. Under her door.

When the elevator doors opened, the smell of perfume and alcohol instantly floated around the site. To my happiness, Julia was alone.

- Oh, it's you, freak! Do you remember what I told you today? - on Yulia there was a topic, skinny jeans and heavy boots. I think Martins. Yes, yes, those. With titanium stuffing on the noses. Wearing a shoe in such shoes easily breaks glass bottles. And both the nose and the sole. - I remember: - through excitement, I barely squeezed the word out of myself. - Well, then why are you slow, become a cancer?

I did not think to disobey my feminine ideal. He jumped, put his hands on the wall and bent down. Chicherina ran up the stairs and gave a strong kick to my ass. The pain was powerful. I whimpered dully, closed my eyes, but remained standing still.

- Listen, and I like you! - suddenly said Julia. - Let's go! - she got the keys and invited me to her apartment.

Contrary to my expectations, the situation in the apartment at Chicherina was modest. Old furniture, an ordinary stereo system, a computer with a 15-inch monitor.Is that home theater looked impressive. A mess, three empty bottles in the corner and one under the coffee table. Julia fell apart in a large chair.

- Love me, mean? - O-very: strong! Julia! - I suddenly cut speechless. “I've been on duty for seven days now.” Exactly a week. During this time I have never moved anywhere beyond a hundred meters. I love you Yulya! And ready for you any hardship. A minute ago, a pear for your shoes is the highest joy for me since our first chance meeting: - How did you find the address? - Chicherina interrupted me. - Tracked the car from the nightclub. “Dexterous! You say you will do everything for me?” - she waited a second, looking into my eyes. The answer in them was read only one - affirmative. - Kiss my boot.

I just rushed to carry out Yulin order. I kissed, licked, swallowed the shoe that hit me on the ass. I felt such a thrill that I had never had before in my life. Crazy-intoxicating.

- OK OK. Stuck! - Chicherina scratched herself between her legs. Julia got up, legs apart. - Do you want to kiss mommy pussy? - Yes: - I lost the sense of reality a long time ago.

Chicherina took my head with both hands and let her down between her legs. Blue jeans, soft and thin, the fly, unbuttoned by a quarter: I kissed below the fly. From there, it was warm and slightly spiced by the ladies aroma.

- Quickly to the bathroom, wash! Back dressing is not necessary.

On water procedures it took ten minutes. It would be desirable, of course, to return faster, but the week of field conditions took their toll. And I was very afraid that Julia during this time would have time to forget about me and fall asleep. And I so wanted to continue!

After bathing, I wiped dry with a towel, and returned to the room completely naked. Chicherina did not sleep. She had changed her clothes, and now sat in the chair in one T-shirt and a bottle of beer in her hand.

Seeing me, Julia put her legs on the armrests and leaned her body forward a bit: - Polizhi, friend, my ass!

Kneeling down, I brought my face close to Yulia's pope. The priest had nothing in common with those of her colleagues whom I had seen before. Elastic, taut, with a gentle tan, there was no fat or hair on it. In a word - perfectly groomed. The only thing that issued to the owner of the priests rock singer - a small tattoo of mysterious content, located in the upper part of the left buttock.

The tongue sticking out neatly touched the inter-cave hollow. The barely perceptible taste of the skin did not reduce my impression of what was happening. Everything in me was screaming: “I lick Yulia Chicherina's ass! I lick Chicherina's ass !!! "

The tongue went up the hollow and felt the anus. Licking it, I caught a slightly bitter taste, different from the others. "It is probably the taste of Yulina shit:" - flashed through my head.

And then the unexpected happened. Julia savory farted. And she did it right in my mouth. The spicy stench was not at all disgusting to me - just like everything that concerned Julia. On the contrary, the gas from the Chicherinsky priests was sweetly drunk.

- Liked? - came from where the voice of Julia Chicherina came from the sky, for some reason mocking. - Ugu: - I answered the pope singer.

And immediately received a second batch. By pressure, it could only be called a volley. Because the Brownian motion of gas molecules under pressure was happening under my tongue, and behind the cheek, and near the lips, and in the nostrils. I almost fainted.

“If a guy has a mouth, it means the guy is not a freak,” Julia paraphrased the old song “Bachelor Party”. - Okay, it's time to finish with you.

Following the order, I disassembled the sofa with the Chicherina sofa, laid out the linen, waited for Julia to dive under the covers. When all this happened, he stuck his head between her legs, and began to “prepare for bed” (this was Yulino’s expression). In other words, he began to lick her pussy.

Honestly, I haven’t performed such a procedure for a long time. During the time that has passed since the last licking (and I made cunniling to my neighbor), my tongue managed to become rather stiff.It was not felt when I performed simple actions with a boot and an ass. But pussy demanded great skills and constant training. Ten minutes later, the tongue began to grow stronger, then it began to reduce, my head ached: I don’t know how this would have ended, but Julia finished. She bent up, banged the sheet with her elbows and pushed my face away from her pussy. She moaned hoarsely and quietly, but for a long time and with passion.

“Having prepared Yulia for sleep,” I thought about the end of my mission today, and found a great place for myself on the floor. Five minutes later, when I decided that she was asleep, the girl flexed to her feet, stood over me and put her arms around my head on both sides.

“Open your mouth,” she said, looking down at me. I obeyed. “Now I'm in him,” with these words, Chicherina squatted down and began writing directly into my mouth. Salty urine poured from a pussy under strong pressure turned out to be a stunning dessert. I have long lost the ability to think something. Therefore, I tried to mechanically swallow moisture. Where there! Only two sips were left; the rest of the urine spilled on my face, on the floor. I lay all pissed on the floor, and Chicherin, having finished silently, like a cat, softly jumped onto the sofa and calmed down.

Good night, Julia!