Some women are lucky at men, and others, young, beautiful and, most surprisingly, clever - at perverts. I mean, naturally, myself.

And I choose them myself! Sometimes you want to have sex, forget that another dynamite newspaper with another fee, that the editor obviously belongs to passive homosexuals, otherwise he would have paid at least some attention to you that the proofreader, apparently, did not get out of binge, otherwise he would not cross out all three "r" in the word "territory".

All this to what? I have friends who arrange for group sex holidays. They have a holiday for the whole year alone - a birthday glass of cut glass. Accordingly, it is celebrated every week. Judging by this, there should be at least fifty-two varieties of faceted glasses, but I have not seen more than twenty yet.

Accompanied by all this mess mass destruction of alcohol. When in large, when in smaller quantities. But, what is good in this company, there are always new people there.

Perverts, mostly. Others, the right word, I did not see!

Once I got one type, so he spent all night baiting about how they fuck in India. Showed more than a hundred positions ... on the fingers. And the case did not go!

Another tormented me for four hours. All this time, he painted my body black. He, you see, only fucks blonde ebony women. I have not seen such in our city. And finished, a scoundrel, in two seconds!

In general, using my sad sexual experience as an example, I found out that men like to chat about sex more than they actually do.

And this time I came across something that I recall with mixed feelings of disgust and joy. Why? Wait, there will be details.

It was impossible to call this figure beautiful. Ugly - too. Sutul, with the long fingers of an onanist pianist, eyebrows raised above the eyes of a gray-brown-green color, a thin nose between the sunken cheeks and puffy lips, whiskers, a rarity in our time, and a goatee.

As usual, I was attracted by the unusualness in him, for which I paid. Called him to match the appearance - Markel.

All night Markel drank like a horse, or a pack of camels. After the first glass, he was transformed and from a quiet one became a brawler. The guy loudly proclaimed toasts for the successful reproduction of koloboks and hedgehogs, for the release of phallography from toilets, for the introduction of ubiquitous phlometry, and the like.

True, one toast sounded somehow out of tune and called for the drinkers to perform “Aria of Rigoletto”, as an indispensable attribute of any libation.

No wonder he broke first. Still would! At his pace!

For some time, in the open door of the toilet, everyone passing by was visible his back and arms hugging his faience friend. The sounds were also appropriate.

Finally, he left his home, which was immediately taken by someone else, washed, slammed a glass of vodka, without toast and snacks, and went to the side.

Soon he found next to someone's body, which, upon closer inspection and rattling, turned out to be female, in short, mine.

What to do, he did not have to prompt. He easily coped with the cloth covers, blocking the entrance to the wet depths. Soon we slowly rocked in a sitting position, and it was like swimming in the sea surf, only instead of the waves was a member of Markel.

I finished several times, but for some reason the guy did not slow down and did not speed up his pace of movements. It seemed that he just fell asleep, with me on a thick process and swinging only by inertia.

- I'm already tired ... - I whispered.

It was perceived correctly. Markel, without opening his eyes, laid me down and significantly accelerated the pace of movements. Soon the first signs of an approaching orgasm appeared, languid waves began rolling over my body, causing my vagina to shrink. And so, I once again finished.

Shuddering in the paroxysm of passion, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.There was a sour smell, and Markel incomprehensibly slid aside.

In general, it turned out that he had finished and at the same time performed the very “Aria of Rigoletto”, to which he called on the drinking fraternity.

- What are you, could not bear? - I was indignant.

- And I always have when buhnu. - Without a shadow of embarrassment answered the guy.

- Why is this?

- I do not know. It has long begun.

And he told how he came to such a life.

Gagging him whenever he drinks. But he could always drink a lot, getting drunk after the first portion. But, no more, no matter how much was consumed.

Soon Markel noticed that the process of emptying the stomach caused him a very pleasant feeling. Further more.

He specifically began to drink to puke. The pleasure from this process soon grew into a real orgasmic excitement and leaning over the sink or the toilet, Markel felt his cock stiffen and after a while he began to not only stand up, but also to spew streams of sperm.

In a sober state with women, because of Marcel's uncommunicativeness, he could not do it, but after he got drunk, he could not help but not finish without emptying his stomach at the same time.

- And what, after drinking, not one agreed to sleep with you one more time?

- No ... - Sad answered the guy. - Who would like that?

And he left. Drink. Leaving me alone with his stinking puddle.

Indeed, this could not please any decent girl.