This story happened in those early years, when vodka was still four to twelve, plus developed socialism, plus liverwurst. In general, in a period of stagnation.

After serving in the army, I went to work at the plant, in the design bureau, that is, in the design office, first as a technician, and then as an engineer-designer.

I was young, full of strength and desire. And, precisely for these reasons, I did not miss a single skirt.

One day, our design bureau, together with the workers of the workshop attached to us, went on a trip to Moscow for three days. We drove all night, and in the morning we were already in the capital, at the Kolos Hotel. I, to great joy, got a single room.

The whole day we rode around Moscow on the bus, listening to the stories of our guide. In the evening, with my company, we went to a restaurant.

Lenka with her husband, Tolik, Nikolayevich and me.

But there, at the entrance, stood some grandfather in uniform and with a beard, and did not let us in.

- There is no place! - He shouted, spreading his arms to the side and blocking the door.

- Quiet, father, do not make noise! - Tolik said with a smile. And then, hugging his grandfather, he began to whisper something in his ear.

No, I say! - already not so confidently mumbled grandfather. But then Tolik shoved something into his breast pocket, and his grandfather's face lit up with a toothless smile.

- So, what am I? I - always please! - and he, having moved a little to the side, let us pass in the bow in the floor.

The restaurant was small but quite cozy. With a dozen tables, arranged in a semicircle along the stage, on which, to the loud music of the ensemble, she sang too loudly, and the shouting was no longer a young soloist. Her flabby body swayed in a dozen folds, under a tight-fitting blouse. And as a bit of cold, the figure-shaped thighs were thrashing completely out of tune with the music, and so did her soloist movements.

We fully relied on Tolik, who had already made an order for everyone, asking for four bottles of vodka and snacks for them. Vodka went to train, very good. What, how is that train? So very simple! This is when the first, and behind it the second and third glasses, go trailer.

Only after that I, and all of ours, relaxed a bit. Nikolayevich, as always, began to cry for life and a heavy share, but I did not listen to him, because with interest I began to consider people sitting at other tables. There were not many people. Having moved two tables, the Roma sat briskly talking about something in their own language. Next to them is some kind of not a young couple, but closer to us, two old Uzbek men in skullcaps, along with two very young girls who were already pretty tipsy. Suddenly, one girl got up and, leaning over the table, began to say something to one of the old men. And she stood in such a way that her already short skirt had completely ridden up, exposing a rather appetizing ass. I was fascinated looking at the girl, unable to look away. Suddenly I felt that someone was calling in my right hand with a fork. Looking there, I realized what was happening. Nikolayevich, opening his mouth and rolling his eyes, looked dumbfounded at the damsel, at the same time trying to chop a piece of cucumber with a fork with a fork. But poking a fork in my hand.

- What are you, Nikolayevich, it hurts! - I said, removing the hand. But Nikolaitch, only made a guttural sound, pointing me to the girl with his eyes. I looked, and understood why he was speechless. The girl, getting up on all fours, climbed under the table and, by the movements of her head, we realized that she was giving the old man a blowjob. Wow! This I could not imagine. My member, instantly responding, began to break free. I was not comfortable, but what if one of our people sees that I have got up ?! But no one at this time had anything to do with me, because all of our people, including Lenka and her husband, were continuously watching what happened at the next table. Pre-infarction situation discharged Tolik.

- That's enough to engage in visual ananism! - He said, pouring to the fullest. - I went to glue women!

- Tolyan: - I turned, but Tolik, having understood what I want to say, interrupted:

- Shut up the sadness, shut up! I understood everything, take off two chicks, of course, if you're lucky!

- And - oh - oh !!! - rising from his seat, Nikolayevich tried to say something. But, apparently from excitement, he got not only a member, but also a language that instead of words uttered only strange sounds.

While Tolik walked, we still drank, and were looking forward to his return.

Somewhere in half an hour Tolik returned, and not one, but with three girls. They looked pretty and smelled like good perfume, not “Red Moscow” like Lenka. Shreds planted near him the one that was slightly lower than her friends, but with a very large bust. Lenka and her husband left, and Vika and Nadia sat down next to me, as they introduced themselves. Nikolaitch, fidgeting in his chair, tried to joke, trying to draw the attention of the girls to himself, but they did not show any interest to the old man. Somewhere in an hour, everyone was already, as they say, in the state of the necessary condition, and Tolik suggested that we finish the meal in the rooms. The girls immediately agreed, but we all the more.

Vika first went to the toilet, and I smoked, looking at night Moscow. Suddenly I heard a rustling from behind and turned around. Vick was standing by the bed, in only her panties! Her not big breast, without the support of her bra, hung with two little attractive pancakes. Although, to be honest, I was so much warmed up with vodka and desire that I didn’t even pay attention to this nuance at all.

- Come to me! - called Vika, lying on the bed. I, quickly undressing, threw clothes right on the floor. Vika and I were separated by some two meters, but even at a distance, I sensed, caught the scent emanating from her body. The fragrance of desire, oozing from the vagina of the girl.

Touching my lips to the girl's wet panties, I ran my tongue over them, feeling the taste of her juice ... Vika trembled with her whole body and, putting her hands to my head, spread her legs. And I began to frantically drive the tongue through the panties. Then gently caressing, then sharply plunging him into a damp cloth, as if trying to break through this thin barrier to her mysterious cave. Snarling like a beast, I began to tear the panties with my teeth, and Vika, helping me, weed, simply in ecstasy, with my right hand tried to pull them off, and with the left hand frantically rubbed my clit, vibrating with my whole body.

- Everything, I can no longer! Give it to me please !!! - suddenly shouted Vick, and pushed me. From surprise, I fell to the floor. And she, like a panther, jumped on me. And I was already lying, and her face was at my tight-fitting panties, from which I invitingly appealed, my excited member. Vika, repeating my actions, began to drive her tongue over him, licking a thin fabric. I raised myself on my elbows, but from the wave of pleasure that covered me, I groaned and closed my eyes. Vika, already sucked my dick through panties. I felt that I would finish now, and quietly said: “Now!” Vika immediately, quickly pulled off my panties and put the dick in my mouth. She sucked skillfully, helping herself with her right hand, driving her along the shaft of her penis, and with her left playing with the scrotum.

I finished violently, pouring the sperm into the mouth of the girl who drank this juice of life to the last drop, squeezing it out of the member. After that, Vika got up and, throwing the sheet over herself, went to the window. In the moonlight, the sheets seemed semi transparent, and the girl's body shone through her fabric. Her waist and roundness of the buttocks, and, most likely, it is this mysterious semi-transparency that aroused me, filling my penis with desire. When I got up, I walked over to her and, hugging her shoulders, pressed her hot cock against her crotch. Vika leaned slightly, resting her hands on the window sill and turning her head to look at me. There was so much desire in her look that I did not hesitate anymore. Throwing the sheet back onto her back, I sent my dick to where he and I knew the road well. Wet and tight vagina swallowed him completely, and I began the usual work, driving him there, here. After a few minutes, Vika trembled all over her body, but then she stiffened and, after a few seconds, relaxed Slipped to the battery.

- Have you finished? - quietly asked the girl.

- No, why?

- I'm tired! Or maybe I'm better still you suck?

- Then, then you will suck. And now let's rest! - I replied, sitting down with her. "And what if you try to fuck her in the ass?" - I thought, and said:

- Listen, and you have a cream, what be?

- Yes, there is Vaseline in her purse, but what?

- Yes, yes. I just rubbed a little, and I want to anoint.

- So, take on health! - answered the girl, and I got up and walked over to the table where her bag lay. I thrust my hand inside, I felt a vial. Taking it out, I opened the cork and brought the bottle to my face. The perfume had a slightly sweet smell. And then the irreparable happened, I dropped the bottle! To say that the room was filled with the scent of perfume is to say nothing. Because it was no longer a fragrance. "It" filled the room with its sugary sweet smell that was everywhere! But, to my great surprise, Vika didn’t react to what was happening, as if nothing had happened. Toli from severe intoxication, toli even from what. In order not to tempt fate, I quickly shoved the bottle back into my purse, and took out a small round jar of Vaseline. Liberally smearing the contents of the jar with the head of the penis, I approached Vika.

- Come to me! - I called her quietly. The girl stood up, hugging me by the neck, and we merged into a kiss. Her hand, again lay on my dick, trying to send it into his vagina, but I gently pushed her, whispering in my ear: “No, not that way!” Vika looked at me with incomprehensible eyes, and I, taking her by the shoulders, turned his back to himself, and bent to the bed. The girl screamed, but did not pull away, but on the contrary, gave way to my ass, as if wishing to even more have her cock, which already fully entered her hot anus.

Frankly, the first time I tried to engage in anal sex, although so much about him already heard, and was theoretically rather not savvy savvy. But what really surprised me was the fact that with each movement of my member “There”, he, my member, became hotter and hotter. As if my cock was not moving in the anus of a girl, but in the furnace of a steam locomotive, red hot. Suddenly, Vika herself, pulling away, jumped off my dick, and began to intensively rub her anus.

- Something is wrong? - I asked.

- Yes, it's not like that! - the girl replied with displeasure. - Why are you in the ass - then put in, there are few other holes, what?

And now, the whole ass is burning, as if it wasn’t a dick in it, but a torch was inserted!

- Why did you go bust? Do you think only you have one lit? I, for example, already half an hour, how to burn, but I do not yell!

- Wait, and you, too, is burning?

- And then!

- Well, turn on the light quickly! - already in a command voice ordered the girl. I turned on. She, coming to the table, poured the contents of her purse on him. Among other female nonsense, I saw two round jars, one really with petroleum jelly, and the other with Vietnamese balsam!

- Oh, fuck is your mother! - screamed the girl, and rushed into the shower. I follow her.

In general, this is how we stood up in the morning. She is carrying a sweetheart pouring cold water directly into the anus, and I, holding my dick in the sink with circulating cold water.

And you say: "Anal sex!"