It was the first year. We were going to have a bro in a hostel to drink vodka. I haven’t been with him yet, so I lost my way by mixing up the floors.

Pushing the door, I found myself in a small hallway, separated from the entrance by a large closet. I ignored the clothes and stepped inside. In the center of the room, a girl sat on a stool with her back to me. Her friend, a blonde, apparently did her hair: lipstick, combs, etc. were scattered on one of the beds, and her dark hair was disheveled in different directions.

On the occasion of hot weather, they were dressed more than lightly: only thin strips of panties covered their hips.

A friend looked at me with a dumb question: “What do you want?” But she didn’t give up, didn’t rush to look for something to hide behind.

“Sorry,” I said. - I was looking for a friend and got lost.

She nodded. Hearing the sound of my voice, the little black one did not turn, but said:

- The boys live on the third and fifth, and girls - on the second and fourth. - And she added, apparently completely doubting my mental abilities: This is the second.

The blonde smiled, confirming what was said, at the same time easily shoved her friend in the shoulder.

“Sorry if I disturbed you,” I said. - I just found myself in a maze for the first time.

“It's no wonder getting lost here,” she confirmed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

The brunette stood up and came close to me. My dick told me that she really liked her. For the second time in my life, my ears turned red. I was embarrassed by the thought that I was imposing. But she calmed me, touching my palm to my pants and carefully looking into my eyes. My gaze at that moment was pure, innocent, and repentant of a perfect mistake.

- Are you in a hurry to your friend? - She asked so that I understood: "perhaps not." - My friend liked you. See if you can please me.

Her hand slipped to my belt. For him, she pulled me further into the room. Literally, I stumbled over a low headboard and plopped down on the mattress. Now her face is on a level with my pants. The blonde pulled the stool aside and, taking me by the shoulders, kissed me on the lips. Now I knew where to put my hands and the first one frightened by such an active attack went away. Her breasts were small and elastic, each easily fit in my palm. The kiss was soft and long. While he lasted, the brunette managed to pull down everything that covered my nature, while a sweet sigh escaped her.

“And why did you hide such wealth?” - She said, weighing a member in her hand.

The blonde looked up from my lips and looked down. 17 cm of excited flesh, I would not call a giant size. Apparently it was not in the dimensions, but in something else, for me it is not clear. Now she took him in hand, I brunette began to touch the testicles.

“We want you to do one thing,” the blonde said, “even if she seems strange to you.”

- I have already forgotten how to wonder - my words were the true truth.

- We want you to cum.

- I'm not against.

- Not. - interrupted me brunette. - We want you to do it yourself. Without our help. And as much as possible spectacular.

- Are you seriously?

Vzglad showed that she was not joking.

- Want to strip?

“Please,” the blonde asked. - I've never seen this.

Her hand was already on the pubis, and her middle finger was clearly moving along the gap, covered with delicate matter. It was necessary to make a decision.

“Take care of yourself,” he showed with his hands on the bed and pulled on his pants.

They immediately got rid of the remnants of clothes and prepared for my performance.

I turned to the closet. Damn me, I thought. “I always wander into a story from which I don’t know how to get out.” The most reasonable thing would be to leave, but I have never retreated. If you retreat once, you will save it in another. “If I could have some kind of music ...” I slapped a tape recorder.“Army of lovers,” I recognized the familiar melody and turned to the audience.

Talking about dance is the most ungrateful thing. And about the dance in which you get rid of clothes - all the more. When nothing was left on me, I took the member in my right hand and began to tease. Then he turned sideways and began to move back and forth with his pelvis so that they could see how the red head of the penis, encased in the ring of my fingers, disappears and reappears from under the thick skin. Touching on them, I saw that girls look with all their eyes and enthusiastically masturbate. At the same time, one or the other rolls their eyes and cannot cope with them. And the dance went on ...

First finished blonde. She shuddered, clutched with both hands, stretched her legs to her chest and fell silent.

At that moment, finished and brunette. A spasm that gripped her body made her roll over on her stomach. Get up cancer. It was not an invitation to action. But I was spit. Without hesitation, I thrust my weapon. She clearly did not expect such a development of events. She straightened, bent, clutching her head and groaning. I squeezed one breast with my hand and the other touched the clitoris. The cramps beat us both already.

Then she escaped from my arms and, breathing a little, fell face down on the bed. The blonde looked at it, curled up around the pillow. For some reason she did not want to be engaged. My dick slowly began to fade. There was nothing further to do here. I got dressed and left the room.

The guys have all gathered.

I was silent about my adventure and only smoked eagerly.

There was a knock at the door. Sanka went to open. Clearly feminine voices rang out from behind the cabinet. They either asked for forgiveness for being late, or they imagined someone unfamiliar. Maybe both together.

Then they entered the room. Three girls, two of whom - a blonde and a brunette - I saw today.

- Meet - said Sanka, hugging the blonde.

“We don’t need to represent us,” Kolka joked, getting up to the brunette. - Is not it?

They kissed (probably in a friendly way).

The third girl presented Lena. Against the background of her friends, she looked like a goose in a flock of swans.

After a while, seizing the moment when no one paid attention to us, the brunette leaned over my ear and, smiling, whispered: “This is your bonus.” But the bonus did not like me. And then, I did not feel comfortable enough in this situation. What would a bro say if I found out that half an hour ago I was fucking his girlfriend?

In general, by the beginning of the disco, I rather kicked up and decided to go home, announcing it for all to hear.

- Oh, - said Lena, - And I wanted to ask you to spend the night. And then I go back far.

Kolan ass “Well, you give,” said his look. I nodded and shrugged at the same time. Do you think I should have ruined the admiration of my comrades for not sleeping with her?

- If you want to spend the night - go now.

Think refused? It would not be so if the beginning is unlucky - so to the end.

Having sat her in the room, I went to the kitchen to splash and make coffee. This occupation took me a decent amount of time, as my mind was carried off several times into unknown distances. In the end, I was not going to rush after her. I wanted to get drunk today and only ...

I entered the room as it seemed to me to stand firmly on my feet. Put the coffee on the table. Lenka, apparently firmly deciding to sing me today, had already laid down the bed and lay covered with a sheet. When she saw the coffee, she stood up, wrapped herself around her and sat down at my table in this outfit.

“Enough with me,” I thought. “You won't do this to me.”

I did. Sumela. As soon as I collapsed on the sofa and tried to forget, someone's warm hand slipped to my penis. Then, realizing that it was so easy to achieve nothing from me, my hand changed my mouth. And, after a while, my traitor declared his intentions.

“And why are they all attached to me?” I thought. He took her leg and turned it so that the cunt was over my mouth. At first she continued to conjure somewhere at my bottom, then froze. Finished suddenly. She collapsed, holding her head in the clutches of her legs.I lifted her legs to free her ears, but then my nose rested on her clit. She twitched and moved her knee to me on the head.

I was angry. Firstly, because I did not want tonight. Secondly, because I, drunk cattle, moved on the head. Thirdly, the descendant that has not yet finished.

I knelt and lifted up her thin ass, intending to thrust her right over her tonsils. It was evident that she was tired, but now I was not interested.

“Please wait,” she whispered imploringly and covered the entrance with her hand.

“Che wait? - I got even more angry. “You wanted it yourself.”

One entrance was closed, and I shifted my attention to another. As far as I could, I pushed her buttocks apart and slowly, with a blob, went inside. She sighed and moaned, bit her lips, but did not break. If she tried to resist, I probably would have stopped, but ... Still, I'm weak. I took pity and began to act with all the tenderness which I was capable of. Gradually she awoke and we ended together.

- Want a joke? She asked at breakfast. - Can a girl be married three times and remain whole?

I shrugged. My head was cracking and I had to go to the laboratory.

“Maybe,” she continued, “if the first husband is a scientist.” He always has no time. The second is French. Give him in the mouth. The third is Armenian. His ass ... - She smiled bitterly. - That's how they become lesbians.

A piece stuck in my throat. I think I understood the purpose of her visit. But late. The day of bad luck is over.