We were preparing for our business, like professionals in Hollywood films, preparing for a bank robbery. Considered all possible options, thought out every little thing. Sasha got a great sleeping pill. Harmless, according to him, in any doses. We just talked about it. We languished and anticipated.

And we conceived something unusual. Put my beloved woman to sleep and love her together. Oh, what a woman! Regular features, thin waist, dark skin - a beauty that is not often seen. Like any beauty, she was, of course, capricious. And at the same time, she was subtly able to maintain an interest in a person in a man. Sometimes bringing the case to a close, she made me always be in shape. After all, it is no secret that a long novel dulls the keenness of feelings, gradually becomes something mundane, boring and ends with an indifferent parting and promises to "remain friends." No, she forced to worry, suffer, feel guilty. Forced, every time, to seduce her again. To behave as if we met only yesterday. Communicating with her, I was not sure of anything. All our meetings were held as a first date, and I did not know if I would be blissful tonight or, on the way home, I would have to execute myself for stupidity, licentiousness, or, for example, soldier humor.

From a medical point of view, as Sasha explained to me, such women are by nature hysterical. Hysterics, after all, not only those who are in tears beating the dishes! Hysterical natures are an imbalance, frequent mood swings, a passionate desire to like, flirt, be the center of attention. But it is these women who make men lose their heads. Not a safe haven, but a raging sea, a storm, a risk, wild fun, goosebumps, as in the last battle! However, a safe haven, sometimes, is also needed, but that is another question.

And so, just such a woman, for the length of time in question, was my favorite. I really lost my head. I did stupid things. I suffered. And I loved! At times, it was like a nightmare. All thoughts are about her, all affairs are sideways. I lost weight, got dark circles under my eyes and looked like a depraved monk possessed by demons.

And she... ! With what ecstasy she gave herself to me, in those days when I was "allowed to the body." She exhausted me, she drank my juices, she sucked the life out of me. Such a temperament, such a passion, I have not yet met. And I have never experienced such drunken happiness. Is it not from such women that the legends about female succubus — sexual vampires — come from?

My friend, Sashka just shook his head when I, painfully inspired, with insane eyes, told about our extraordinary love. As a psychotherapist, he understood the nature of our passion and, as a friend, offered me a method of treatment. According to him, I had to see that she is the most ordinary woman. Not a woman - a vamp, from which there is no salvation, but the most common, and you can fuck her together, three of us, like the last whore.

Mixed feelings struggled in me then. How so?! My ideal, my love will lie under the cynic Sasha, and he will elementary tear her up with his short but thick club ?! The mere thought of this raised a wave of indignation in me. Fuck my angel, my holy love - together! Yes, I can not stand! I will kill, or Sasha, or myself. Or her in the end. On the other hand, a sober voice said that it would be a good cure for my painful love. And, finally, on the one hand, or rather, from somewhere in the darkest depths of my subconscious, ugly, lustful voice, promised interesting entertainment. Anyway, interesting sexual experiences, unusual and unforgettable.

So, torn by conflicting feelings, I mumbled that, in principle, I agree. Only, it is necessary to ponder, think over more carefully.But Sashka, with the speed of a meteor, got a sleeping pill, agreed on an apartment, bought liquor and a snack, and set a day for the operation. I admit, I was shocked by such efficiency. It was thought that it would not be soon, so far, we decided only theoretically. I had to get used to the seditious idea of ​​rape of my beloved, walk around with this, suffer, beat the soul, and then ... Then, maybe, give up. But just like that, right away ... Impossible.

However, the day was appointed, Sasha, feeling my mood, looked at me with a murderous, arrogant surprise. He knew how to influence a person. I just could not now, go back down.

So, on the appointed day, Vika and I arrived at the appointed place. The fact is that my friend's name was Vika. Victoria. A strange name for our country. Everyone, in the first place, thought that Vika is Veronika. An, no - Victoria, that is to say Victory. Over whom Above us must be men.

Sasha, on his chic Mersey, with a bouquet of flowers and an apology about the lateness of his girlfriend, was great! I, feeling the stone in the stomach, stretched and smiled idiotically.

In short, a girlfriend - that’s a pity - didn’t come, Sasha was very upset, Vika was comforting him - so we got to the apartment.

Describing the entire dinner is to abuse the patience of the reader. Let me just say that the drinks were great, and the dishes are delicious. The last glass, of course, was with a sleeping pill.

And Vika, in a few minutes, she swam. No, she was conscious, but completely lost self-control. It was clearly not a sleeping pill.

- What did you give her?

Sashka called the medicine in Latin.

- Do not worry, she will not remember anything.

The sofa was laid out. Vika lay, slightly apart, pulled into nylon, legs. It's time to act. Worried, with a parched mouth, I looked at my still Vika. My woman. My love, which today is destined to be not mine. More precisely, not only mine. What am I doing, you idiot ?!

Sasha with both hands ran her hips, lifting up her skirt. With a greedy gaze he dug into the lace, transparent panties. Such she always put on our dates. With shaking fingers, he unbuckled his blouse. He put his hands on his chest. Vika did not wear a bra — there was no need — her breasts were small and elastic.

I felt at least strange. I wanted to jump up, rush to the couch, tear off the sticky fingers of Sashka from my sweetheart's body. And I wanted to watch, enjoy the spectacle, suffer, suffer and enjoy. I heard my heavy breathing. An erection was - until pain.

Sasha pulled off her tights, panties. He pressed them to face. Convulsively he sucked in the smell of the woman and froze for a long, long moment. With a blissful smile on a drunken face, undressed. A member of it stuck out like a clock. A moment - and he had already crushed my girlfriend for himself. Her limp hand touched the floor and swayed in the rhythm of the shudder of their bodies. And he fought on it, as if in a convulsive fit. He moaned and wheezed. His sweaty face sank into a shriveled pear. The eyes were not seen, the pupils were full of iris, veins were swollen on the forehead, sweat was coming out. His ass danced between the spread legs of a woman. "So ... like this ... more ..." - he whispered, dry lips, frantically copulating with my beloved.

And her body remained indifferent. Suppleness and relaxed Vicky looked unnatural. She clearly did not feel anything. She was a pillow, a doll that my friend had gotten herself by cunning.

The lowing on a high note and the mad pushes completed the process, a blunt witness of which, I was from beginning to end. Rising, Sasha went to the toilet. His jet was heard, probably in the neighboring apartments.

Vika lay, still, relaxed, only her legs, this time, were not just spread apart - they were scattered to the sides. Disgustingly spread out. Her, painfully familiar, pussy, open and wet, shamelessly flaunted. Crumpled skirt - on the belt. A pink nipple was peeking out of her open blouse. And from the opened, reddened vagina a stream of Sashkin flowed ...