Hello everyone, I allow myself some frivolity in addressing the reader in his third work. So, Dasha showed me her character, but this did not teach my restless nature. I had a little more time and a short break in sex, so I was drawn again to fantasy and diversity.

I’m telling you that Dasha didn’t get excited at all. She even told me several stories from her childhood for the night, one of them gave me a lot of excitement. Dasha has a younger brother, who is younger than Vitaly for a couple of years, it is not painful to see the difference now, but the gap between fifteen and thirteen is huge. So, Dasha was then already fifteen, she even had a boyfriend from her own class, I saw her school photos with a naughty little doll with mischievous eyes, dimples on her cheeks and with slightly plump legs and ass. It is not surprising that in the last classes she was the very girl by whom the entire male half of the class sighed. In the apartment, she shared a room with Vitalik, because of the difference in age they didn’t get along really well. So, our shy girl, who did not allow her boyfriend to kiss anything more, once saw a friend in an erotic film in which the main character had such a neat pussy. Armed with a razor late in the evening, she slipped into the bathroom, and there from the girl's curls she left only a curvy pubic strip. Proud of the work she did, she returned to the room, having forgotten about the snoring brother, she opened the folding wardrobe, it had a built-in mirror and threw off her robe. Probably, her brother sometimes fell out of the outcrop when Dasha changed clothes for the night, but this time Dasha admired herself and completely forgot that there was someone else in the room. Getting up naked in front of the mirror, she considered the result of shaving. Her hands stroked her body, from small breasts with large pink nipples going down to a small tummy and lower to now open sex lips. Dasha even turned and bent over her ass to admire herself from behind. Having admired herself enough, she threw on her pajamas and slipped under the covers.

The main blow was waiting for her in the morning, I won’t guess what range of emotions my brother peered over her, probably, it was a great shock for him. But in the morning he said so directly to his sister: - Give me what did you jump naked about the room yesterday? Mumm: Dasha, horrified, put her hand over her brother's mouth. - Vitali, well, what are you, but who will believe you, the crimson Dasha was babbling? But the brother did not calm down, Dasha, went to all the tricks, persuading him not to tell about the happened parents. - Give, and now you will always come back from the bath like this? Half-asked, half-confirmed a little insolent. - Yes, Vitalichka, only naked.

- Only you do not turn off the light, he reveled in his power over his older sister. All the next day Dasha thought about the impending humiliation. In order to delay the inevitable, despite the threat of beating her father, she lingered at the disco until late in the evening, perhaps the little tormentor would fall asleep, she hoped. Quietly so as not to wake anyone up, she blew into the house in high heels, passing into her room with her brother, she saw a burning light. Despite her brother's bed, and pretending that nothing had happened, she opened the closet to change clothes and thoroughly hid behind an open door. - Yes, tomorrow I will tell everything, it was heard from the depths of my brother's bed. Dasha realized that she could not escape. Closing the closet, and burning with anger and shame, looking at one point, she began to undress. At first there was a light blouse, hoping to get off with a small one, she took off her bra, remaining naked to the waist in a black short skirt and high-heeled shoes. Turning in this form to her brother, she asked, - Well, that's enough for today. In a rather hoarse voice, Acne demanded to continue.Dasha took off her skirt, but with a pair of panties a hitch occurred, trying to take them off and stay in her shoes, she got entangled in her shoes. Finally cope with her panties, she picturesquely threw up her hands revealing herself in all its glory. From the bed he heard a growing rustle, and then abruptly, a lull. Standing in this form for a minute and not hearing a word, Dasha grabbed the laundry and turned off the night light jumped under the saving blanket. Her cheeks were burning, she was shaking all over from the humiliation, but somewhere there she was pleased.

The striptease performed by Dasha lasted for several days, and every day Vitalik became more and more impudent. Until one day he demanded from her sister that she, without dressing after a striptease, go to bed naked. Dasha complied, and lay naked, she was beaten with a palpable shiver, but not from the cold, she closed her eyes tightly. She started when she felt the touch of her hand. The hand crawled intermittently, lifting up the sheets first, first to Dasha's knees, and then throwing the sheets with a sharp jerk, bumped up into the bulging pubis. Dasha screamed from indignation, while something burning obdalo her tummy. She jumped fury over her stood pretty confused brother holding his pipisku. - Oh, you're a pervert, onanist, Dasha attacked him: - Now we both get sick. The next twenty minutes were devoted to raising a brother, and this teenage drama ended there.

I don’t know my sweetheart has embellished his story from childhood or not, I bring it to you almost unchanged. Probably many families would like to diversify their sex life, but the main obstacle however is the unwillingness of side rumors at the place of residence. I am not very attracted to the picture, if my wife will be shown a finger, and my friends will think about the devil that In this case, vacation, unloading in all respects.

We got out under Peter, in one stunning resting house among the pines. They took a summer house there, and a few days were attached to animal games and sleep, without really going out. Until I remembered Dashka about my fantasies, it should be noted that for a woman the main obstacle to nudity is not morality, but how she looks, how they don’t look, whether all of the victims will fall immediately. And Dasha was in shock, slender in a sarafan, she managed to be so curved like a kitty, that her small breast, which had difficulty pulling to the second size, looked at the neckline with such calling melons with a narrow hollow in the middle. Walking through the rest home she called uniform tetanus among men. After deliberation and dreaming in bed, I began to persuade her already on the well-worn plot - strip cards. Well Give modestly to panties, I persuaded her. They invited us two students from a neighboring house, one from a fat man's wife, and a thirty-year-old looking Larly who obviously had an eye on mentioning a fat man. I will not overload you with additional names. It was not difficult to gather everyone in the evening, then there was a certain amount of alcohol. Drunk together with a playful atmosphere did its job, from my submission they just played cards, then the proposal to switch to something more interesting followed from our lioness, the proposal was accompanied by an unequivocal look. We must pay tribute to the lioness, she looked quite at the level with a short haircut, good forms, if not for Dashka, she would be the queen of the ball. Well, sit down, my wife looked at me inquiringly, maybe I would think again, where the sperm hit in the head. After a few horses, our lioness was leading by stripping, showing slightly sagging but still beautiful full breasts with dark nipples, not trying to cover them, she was sitting in some thin black panties. My wife wore a light T-shirt, she already took off her jeans, and sat in Turkish in lace panties. She tried to wink at me, moreover, that's enough. I put pressure on losing my wife, the next thing she took off was not a beacon, but panties.Something like pulling them off under the table, she pulled out the trophy and, waving her panties in the air, carelessly threw them behind her back. Pulling the beacon down, she somehow covered the shameful place. At this point, our larva proceeded to the toilet, and our fat man seeded behind her, Dasha got up, letting him pass the beacon prowled up, opening her lips clean of hair. Devouring his wife with a carnivorous gaze and squinting at me, the fat man followed a more faithful prey. - Probably, we will round out, suggested Dasha - Well, where to go half way, I objected, - Okay, dear, then do not take pity. All this dialogue was accompanied by student hungry eyes jumping from Dasha to me.

Dasha passed the next horse on purpose, pulling off the beacon, she crossed her legs, smiling, looking at me. - And what your wife will play on, dared to say one of the students with difficulty, from excitement, going back to you. - To any desire except sex, I replied. - Well, why dear without sex, purred wife entered the role. Even through his wife's wife danced on the table, the kind of naked wife staring at unfamiliar men wildly excited me. The thin pussy of the hair left the spongy Dashina’s lips open, and between them the clitoris began to make its way, it is felt that Dashka herself was starting in earnest. The wife showed every hole to everyone present. I decided that was enough, but not Dasha, history repeated. Dasha dragged two overexcited students into the dance herself, putting their hands on her ass and chest, the guys were stunned. The wife squirmed with eel between them, the one who was from behind boldly launched his wife's hand between her legs, Dasha did not move away, she lowered the pants from the student and taking his small member into the fist began to dance with her lips before him, as if doing him a blowjob but in reality not touching his, the one who was behind her, buried his heart in her gorgeous ass and did not take off his thin pants, rubbed, clinging to her. The first one finished violently (it is interesting to end not violently), Dasha sent a stream of sperm away from herself, and the second one pressed against her from behind soon twitched. - Well, guys go home, come tomorrow, my naked princess concluded with a sly smile, taking the guys to the door, she pressed herself against everyone with her whole body, kissed everyone hornily. A forgotten disheveled couple crawled out of the closet. The fat man barely stood on his feet, but from the sight of naked Dashka, who didn’t think to hide behind him, he began to top his pants again, his passion deftly grabbing him under his elbow while collecting scattered clothes hurried away with his lively prey.

- Well, how are you dear your slut?

To be continued.