1 part. A meeting

I did not think I was getting married again. It’s just that when you are over forty, long-term relationships are straining, but you want something very enchanting, easy, fun ... I got acquainted, seduced, tried everything imaginable and unthinkable, and when they start talking about joint household, family and children, then the relationship turn into a routine. And this is a know-how, it immediately becomes boring. Therefore, throwing, thumping the days away with friends, then again you get acquainted with another passion and come off before the next routine begins. And I already had a routine - I lived with my wife for more than 10 years. But all the time I wanted something new, and everything suited her. Life became gray, marital sex was boring, therefore, it was gradually superseded by masturbation and casual connections on the side. And at some point my wife and I asked ourselves a question: why do we live together? And just as calmly without squabbles and swearing divorced.

I changed my lifestyle, quit my job, started a new business - developing and administering Internet sites. Web mani, laptop, no offices: where I sit, there is my workplace, the main thing is the availability of the Internet. He began to communicate more with friends, drink more often, wear more fashionable clothes, disappear at night in clubs. I became an egoist, and it suited me completely. And I really liked that those around me no longer call me Maxim Alexandrovich, but they turn simply - Max. Cool.

The first time I saw her in one of the nightclubs of average scall. They came with a friend (his name is Oleg), sat down at the only free table, which was located right at the dance floor. The music thundered to somehow communicate had to scream almost in the ears. Therefore, they drank more and did not talk, watching the dancing girls. A waitress came up and asked:

- Do you mind if two girls sit down at your table, otherwise I have no place to place them? And as soon as they make room they will disappear.

We were not against girls, especially as they looked very sexy: in tight jeans, T-shirts, which in the ultraviolet light now and then became transparent, ... Long legs, heels ... Faces like nothing, too, pretty. The only thing that strained a little - they looked quite young, - “not to run into youngsters”. We met. The redhead was called Sveta (she sat down with me), and the little black one was Masha (sat next to Oleg). The girls were fun, with no signs of excessive shyness.

- Will you martini?

- We will.

- Maybe something stronger?

- It is possible and stronger ...

They drank, danced. He told a joke - they laugh. He told a vulgar anecdote - they laugh even more. Another drank. The cheeks of the girls reddened, the movements became inaccurate. Invited to slow dance Sveta, asked:

“Are you eighteen?”

- And you check - and giggles.

- How will I check? Will you show me your passport?

- Do you not know how differently?

- I do not know how. Teach ...

And Sveta, slyly looking into my eyes, put my hand on her chest:

- Well, how, am I 18 or not?

Elastic maiden breast size, probably the second, hard nipple ... I squeezed this magnificence and felt that my dick came to life in jeans:

- I think you're nineteen ...

Light burst out laughing, I pressed her tightly and kissed her passionately, she answered, and I felt her tongue in my mouth. When the song ended, we moved to the table, and I saw that Oleg was kissing Masha on the dance floor, greedily clutching his ass: there was no music, but time seemed to stop for them. When they returned to the table, I suffered:

- And what, girls, can get the hell out of this gadyushnik?

- Where?

I decided to grab the bull by the horns:

- For example, in the sauna, cleanse your body and soul!

- What are you, boys, cunning, - the girls laughed and it was obvious that in principle they did not mind.

Oleg appreciated their reaction as a team to action: he quickly dialed a taxi number, then called the saunas, booked a number. We left the club, bought some more drinks and all simple snacks on the way.In the sauna, went to the locker rooms - male and female. Began to undress, Oleg hung for a minute:

- What do you think, do you need to take off your underwear, or else girls are shocking?

- Of course, shoot. The girls are five minutes as familiar, and already in the bath with us agreed. So why the hell are you shocking them!

Wrapped the sheets around the torso, and went into the waiting room. Soon there were girls, also in sheets:

- Well, where is the steam room, - Masha winked at Oleg, - lead us, otherwise we are cold.

Entered the Finnish sauna. The girls immediately calmly, as a matter of course, took off the sheets, remaining absolutely naked. Masha had a narrow strip of pubic hair, and Sveta had a small triangle. Not embarrassed by us, they busily folded the sheets under their priests and sat down on the middle shelf, chatting some nonsense. Without giving the air out of mind that we were somewhat dumbfounded by their unexpected enthusiasm, we also threw off the sheets and sat on the top shelf, right above them. The girls were between our legs. I have from the piquancy of this situation, from touching the young girls bodies slowly but surely erection began. The first to notice this was Sveta, who immediately giggled:

- Look, Mash, and the boys have something very bad in mind!

“Why is it bad?” Masha looked into my eyes, and then suddenly she gave a click on the head of my cock. “In my opinion, a completely normal reaction means not impotent!”

The girls laughed and jumped out of the steam room to splash around in the pool.

- You count it, but ... - only Oleg could say.

“Yes, we were lucky with you today,” I replied, sort of calmly, but from the very thought the skull was torn from the inside.

It was just as easy for the girls to go to different rooms with us: Sveta with me in the dressing room, where there was a huge semi-semi-armchair, and Masha with my friend in the rest room.

I tried to be gentle, caressed her clit for a long time, until Sveta had finished. Then he put on a condom, put it "cancer" and began to peck in the back. She moaned, squirmed ... I do not know how long it lasted, but according to my calculations no more than two minutes: I was too excited and quickly finished. It seemed to me that Sveta was a little disappointed. She smiled at me and said:

- And are you kissing cool ...

We smoked, drank more, and our friends did not leave. We heard their groans and the rhythmic tapping of the sofa against the wall. Finally they came out: pink and hot, naked and sweaty, tired and satisfied. They smelled of sex. The member of Oleg, stained with sperm, hung, but was still a bit tense. On the inner side of Masha's thigh a white stream flowed down. “So fucking without a condom,” I decided. They flopped down on the sofa and silently lit a cigarette. Sveta looked at them with ill-concealed envy. Under a far-fetched pretext, she moved closer to Oleg, and began, half-jokingly, to provoke him, saying if he could even once or once for him the limit. Then she persuaded to go to the shower. From the shower, they returned in high spirits in the truest sense of the word: Oleg had an erection. Sveta lightly patted my head:

“Now Olekka and I will go for a ride, and you entertain my girlfriend with your tongue as you like. Masha, he famously knows how to lick, and more you, judging by the form, is not required.

The friends laughed, Oleg winked at me and closed the Light door behind him. Masha, without getting up, lazily turned to me and spread her legs wide:

- So you like to work with the language? Well, come on, close everything up there, otherwise, after your friend, I don't have the strength to wash myself ...

Yes, only from some of these words, and on how with a haughty facial expression this was said, my dick began to grow stronger. I knelt down and fell to the divine cup of this shameless girl. My face was instantly smeared with her juices mixed with Oleg's sperm. But for some reason I was not disgusted, although I hadn’t noticed homosexual tendencies. But at that moment I was not up to psychoanalysis. I licked and licked, I wanted to suffocate in her fragrance, I wanted to choke on her nectar. After some time, Masha began to moan quietly: “Well, come on, put it in me,” she threw me casually.

Two times I did not have to persuade.I immediately put on a condom and easily entered it. Too easy. Practically without feeling contact with the walls of her vagina, my dick just hung in it. “Is this how Oleg developed it? Or is she still so broken up before Oleg? ” I removed the condom from the penis and re-entered it. Feelings have become more pronounced, but still far from those that I usually experience during sex with girls. Masha, too, was clearly not happy with my frictions:

“You're so small,” she mockingly half-smiled, “Lick you better, come on, return your tongue to my hole.”

I'm not so small - 14 cm in length (not so hot, but still), however, it is thin. But for some reason at this moment to hear such derogatory words from the young sluggish side was so sweet, and so exciting! I again fell to my knees and began to eagerly lick her, and automatically grabbed my penis with my hand and began to masturbate. When I finished, I tore my head from the vagina and met my eyes with her: it turns out that all this time she was carefully watching my masturbation. Her interested and mocking look that I saw in those seconds I will never forget.

“And you turn out to be a jerkie,” she patted my hair, stretched my legs, took a cigarette and said in an imperious tone, “Give me a lighter!” I want to smoke...

There was nothing interesting that night: my friend and I put the girls in a taxi and went home. A feeling of awkwardness did not leave me; I was afraid of another ridicule with a friend. But they were not. My thoughts were confused: for some reason, I was drawn to Masha for one reason, and on the other, I wanted to quickly put her in a taxi to never see again. I would have known then that this was a fateful acquaintance, that this was the birth of a great and strong feeling.

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