I have a very good friend, his name is Sergey S. We studied together from the ninth grade, together we finished school and entered the same university, at the same faculty. With him, we are almost inseparable friends.
On duty (studies, classes - call it whatever you like) we needed to undergo a medical examination, without this we would not have been allowed to go in for physical education. They sent us all in a stream to the third building on Victory Avenue, the former kindergarten building. There the crowd gathered the most terrible, the whole first course. It should be noted that there are many girls at our university, but a terrible shortage of beautiful, especially urban ones. Although there is something to look at.
We go along the corridor, to the “measurements” office (height, weight), we stare at the girls - all the girls in the faculty of finance and accountants, and only guys go to the programmers (if the girl goes, then it is difficult to accept her for the girl ...) . Quickly we pass the whole faculty measurements. Now it remains only to pass the therapist, to complain about health, that would give admission to classes (or wrote out a certificate of disrepair). But if the “measurements” all pass pretty quickly, then a decent line-up quickly gathered to the therapist. We, as the most nimble, took a position at the door and do not let anyone. Everybody is very keen to go home, once - but we stand right at the door, even though our turn is to go through a therapist and the last.
The whole thing is that in order to get into the office to the therapist you need to push through our crowd. And the crush is very strong, no one wants to leave last, therefore, oh-oh-oh. Seregoy and I are standing opposite each other, right in the center. It is through us that all those who go for inspection must pass. And then the voice of a physical instructor is heard - “First for an inspection - girls!”. And we have nowhere to go, we are trapped.
The first one squeezes a plump, fair-haired girl with a small breast. He clings his booty to Sergey, his chest to me - through her head I see his pupils dilate, and his lips whisper ... "Wow ...". From feeling soft, warm and delightful, even through breast clothes, my erection begins. Strong, merciless - a member quickly and strongly straightened, causing me both pain and refined pleasure, mixed with shame and embarrassment - has anyone noticed?
Immediately, without letting out a breath, he goes, pushes him with his elbows, the second squeezes - a tall blonde with a big ass. This turned her face to Sergey, pressed her elastic buttocks to me - to my hot cock, to my hands, which I quietly spend on her thighs. The crush is getting stronger, it is pressed against me, delivering sensual erotic and physical pleasure.
The torture is just beginning, Sergey and I have to “try” practically all the girls of our university. Everything changed - the elasticity of the chest and buttocks, the color of the eyes and hair, the temperament - someone, making his way into the office, joked, someone just snuffled silently under his breath, trying not to notice the erect members huddling in them. With each new girl, the tension grew more and more, I was already on the verge - I wanted to finish, pour out the divine fluid to freedom. Yes, and Sergey, regularly lowering his hand down, straightened his embarked "boyfriend."
For me, everything ended up on a tall brown-haired woman, with a tight backside - passing between us, she put her hands on Sergey's chest, pressed herself strongly against me - and, standing on tiptoes, gently sank down. I poured out, not feeling anything more than shaking legs and hands ...
Later, resting from the "inspection" aside, Sergei met a girl from the Faculty of Accountants. He liked her a lot, although for me, an amateur. Low, red, with a square face - but with straight legs and beautiful breasts. His acquaintance continued a week later - at the institute disco. After him, Marina K.(as they called her) became the official girl of our Sergey. Their relationship is gentle, of course there is regular, though not without perversions, sex.
Once I had to configure the modem and mailbox on Sergey's home computer. Marina was here, so you can guess what the two of you were doing behind my back - kissing and liking. It turned out that they have a wonderful - just about going over the edge of decency. Marina was flushing, began to breathe more often, and Sergey didn’t really control himself. I take it and say it ...
- In principle, you can do your favorite thing and with me. I promise, I will not look.
- And what, come on? - Sergey asked Marina.
- You are crazy? - she answered him.
- Well, then in the next room ... - Sergey smiled.
He picked her up in his arms, carried him to the hall (before that, we were sitting in Sergey's room, where his computer was located). Three minutes later he returned, pulled out a pack of condoms from behind a stack of CDs - and, winking at me, went to Marina.
I waited a couple of minutes until fast breathing began to come from the room, restrained moans and the sounds of deep kisses - I carefully got up, went on tiptoe to the screen (such a sliding door to the hall) and began to observe a large gap at the very base of the screen (it was attached to the wall is upright, and the other day, while visiting Sergei, I accidentally tore it off the wall - I haven't done it yet).
Sergey's head was between the legs of his partner. He tongue caressed the girl's clitoris, delivering her incredible pleasure. Her hands were in Sergey's hair, directing and refining his caresses. He pressed closer to her, gently holding his tongue along the entire length of the clitoris, caressing the labia. His two fingers were in the vagina, making reciprocating movements in time with the movements of his tongue. Marina moaned louder, writhing under his body and caresses - and now she arched up, ready to finish, - fell back on the bed, stunned by an unexpected stop. "Seryozha ... What are you ..." - the girl moaned. Sergey stopped petting, quickly put on a condom and with a slow but sure movement entered the vagina of Marina. The girl's legs were on his chest, with his hands he held her hips - he made slow, sweet and painful movements for the girl, as if trying the last one, for a long time not letting her finish. The girl was moaning at the top of her voice, squirming, obviously enjoying her every move of my friend.
Finally, it was the apogee - without stopping the movements, without ceasing to caress the girl’s chest with his left hand, Sergei lowered his right hand to the clitoris - and with gentle, gentle shocks, she brought Marina to a delightful state, when she didn’t care - all she needed was a mad, irresistible orgasm. Sergey, judging by the convulsive movements of his butt, also finished.
When they left the hall, a bit lost, disheveled and dressed in a hurry - I had already been surfing the Internet for three minutes. Yes, and set up mail. Nearly.
I watched, impressed and wrote -
Mole.