The story is based on real events that took place with a pornomaster, for ethical reasons, real names can be changed.

Having received an invitation to spend the evening with one of my friends, I, your humble servant pornomaster, accepted the invitation. My friend is a very strange person, besides the fact that he is a member of one of the sects, he is also a pervert and an exhibitionist.

Playing cards, like other nonsense, naturally quickly become boring. And then our tireless Sasha suggested a game: everyone tied a scarf over his eyes, then one of us hid the object (so that we could use all the places, including the intimate ones, we chose a rubber band), and then it was searched, it was about 15 seconds. And you can search

touching his face, and then places below the navel, found a rubber band in a slipper. By the way, about the girl Nastya, you need to tell you especially: this is the unique kind of Russian girl who combines beauty and desire for sex, with no false modesty and inner chastity.

And now it's time to search Sasha's girl Nastya. Nastya was especially elegant this evening in a gorgeous shiny black dress. Starting from the feet, the hands carried Sasha higher and higher, the right hand, obeying the call of nature, it can be said that quite instinctively, began to sneak (very stealingly) to Nastya's elastic and beautiful ass. Shuruya under a skirt, the hand touched, probably, the most intimate places of the girl. Anastasia could not stand it:

- What are you doing, stop immediately.

Hands went higher, massaging the belly, they came to two beautiful breasts. Nipples stuck, Nastya was excited. Clenching these two thickets of Sodom pleasure, he began to knead them. Anastasia's breasts were turned into two tennis balls under her bra, which clearly could not withstand the pressure on him. Then Sasha pressed against the body, and gently kissed the girl.

Then there was my timid offer to play a bottle, unfortunately not past and unfairly rejected.

Nastya went to the toilet. And taking advantage of this, Sasha asked a very provocative question:

- Do you want three of us?

“What,” I asked, taken aback by such an offer.

- Well, let's train: I am in the front, and you are in the back.

- Brute, - and here I gave free rein to my tongue, - vile pervert, pedrilo, bisexual crazy.

Then Nastya entered and our very impulsive dialogue broke off.

Hour two cute "chatting" we slowly came to the highlight of the evening.

At 8 o'clock began the strip. Home strip in general is a unique phenomenon, as well as much that is Russian. Madonna's music has begun to play. Sasha slowly took off his leather coat. The bends of his body, gradually circling in the waves of music, squirmed in implausible poses. Acting as a rod umbrella, now and then climbed into the most intimate places of his body. Soon the T-shirt disappeared from the body, and then he lay down on the floor, then, spinning wildly, buttocks, gradually switched to the language of the hands, making incredible somersaults around the body.

Strange still a phenomenon - Russian home strip. Sometimes it is a mixture of hopak, impromptu and drunken dance.

Starting with the second song, it's time for the "bottom" part. Sweatpants, began to play the role of litter under the dancer, the frequency of movements increased. Sasha rotated wildly torso, he came up to the sofa where Nastya was and pornomaster saw this action.

Shaking his body on the carpet, spread out beforehand on the floor, Sasha went to the over-action - the panties flew down, their place was taken by an improvised loincloth - turtleneck. His round and rather voluminous buttocks (actually a rare occurrence for guys) were seductively shaking very close to our greedy eyes. I do not know what Nastya wanted, but I had the dirtiest thoughts. Perverted fantasies knew no bounds.

Gradually, at the end of the third song, Sasha began to dress, and the improvised strip ended.

Having sat down on the sofa with us, the three of us began to hug, Sasha's head wandered to my knees, then to Nastya.

I stroked my pervert friend's curly head.

A new romantic song began, Alexander, located between us, bowed his head to Nastya, and began an erotic foot massage with his hand.

Nastya’s black tights and Sasha’s white hand. Her hand stroked Nastya's thighs, her kneecaps, sometimes crawled under her skirt. Nastya's belly was also massaged, her navel, probably quivering with admiration.

So we sweated for three hours.