Graphomania, idleness and possible interesting acquaintances, pushed me to share what happened.

Good day and night to all of you -))).

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The level of our unpretentious Turkish hotel is clearly not consistent with this chick.

Gorgeous, thoroughbred woman was over thirty, but she looked at the same time just perfect.

Tall, tanned, ripe, like a poured apple, at the same time, completely devoid of excess weight, cellulite and any other signs of wilting, this long-haired blonde instantly riveted men's attention.

She knew the price for herself, behaved like a queen, with all the attributes of royal arrogance, which is why she was doomed to proud loneliness.

The hotel’s public is Russian tourists, traditionally the Nemer thumped, and they svinichili in every way, as is common with ordinary Russians in such places.

We did not stand out against the general background, and we, three ordinary twenty-year-old students, fully enjoying the free alcohol and the joys of spa sex with the same simple young girls from the sleeping districts of Moscow and the provincial towns of Russia.

Every evening, the heroine of my story came to the disco, where she was sitting alone, drinking some fancy cocktails with such an arrogant face that even the most drunk men didn’t dare to roll up to her, preferring to find a match, and not to poison her reckless pastime with an obvious refusal.

It was the fifth night of my holiday.

My friends - Lech and Vitek actively glued two young virgins from Vladimir in a bar, and I somehow didn’t grow together this time, that's why I’ve been pumped up to the eye of the hotel grounds.

Suddenly, in front of me, I saw that very glamorous chick, apparently returning to her in a vip - bungalow.

Suddenly, she swayed, and in the most ridiculous way, fell right on the ground, where she began to mumble, trying unsuccessfully to stand up.

And then I realized that our impregnable FIFA on this night got drunk in “zhopito”, so much so that it is not even able to walk.

- Can I help you?

The pretty woman stared at me senselessly for a few seconds, and then squeezed out of herself in a stray language some florid phrase about my gallantry, and what would be very much obliged to me.

Fortunately drag it was not far.

When we crossed the threshold of her bungalow, she, in a semi-unconscious state, immediately, right in sandals, fell down on her huge bed, and I involuntarily froze, admiring the view that opened to me.

Our lady stretched out her flawless legs so that through the slit of her gorgeous evening dress, the inviting white triangle of panties was perfectly visible, and the straps fell off her shoulders to the point that ripe breasts of the third size literally fell out.

Alcohol splashing in me, and the resort atmosphere betrayed arrogance, I realized that I simply could not miss such a chance, and climbed to the drunk woman in the most decisive way.

Climbing under her dress, I began to pull off her panties.

She twitched, drunkenly muttered the typical Baba mantra "no need, no need," tried to pull her legs together, but I could not stop.

Suddenly, for myself, I suddenly gave her a slight, but loud slap, which caused her to throw up, her eyes wide open, and ...

I stopped resisting ...

Pulling off her panties, I reached out to her smoothly shaved slit, feeling that she was still dry, felt the clitoris with her fingers, pressed it slightly, and gently rubbed it with his fingers.

The result surpassed expectations, the bitch groaned, relaxed, and began to get wet, as if she began estrus.

Now I could easily insert a finger into her crack, one, two, three, and then push them, feeling how hot, her vagina had become.

Having bent her legs at the knees, dropping my pants, I entered her, and began to fuck, without completely removing her dress or sandals.

At that time I was completely satisfied with free access to her volumetric tits, and wet snatch, in which I rhythmically entered as a member.

In the process of intercourse of this pedigree lady, I more and more entered into a rage, from which I increased the speed of my movements, and soon reached some kind of completely frantic pace, from which she no longer just moaned, but wail in a beautiful, velvety, chesty voice.

Finally, I poured straight into it, and lay back next to it.

The euphoria that swept over me let go, and now I didn’t know how to behave further, starting to “pick up” because, having lost control, I actually raped this obviously uneasy, mature lady.

The woman began to move, and shamefully straightened her crumpled dress, staring at me with a quite meaningful look.

- God! What have we done now ... God!

I breathed a sigh of relief, with my “we,” the matron recognized our mutual responsibility for what happened.

Then I became even calmer, as she, clapping eyes, suddenly asked:

- Can I get out in the shower?

She emerged from the bathroom in about 15 minutes, refreshed and sober, in a short, albeit chastely wrap on her chest, silk robe, weightlessly fitting her sleek body.

For the next half hour we made a worldly chatter, as if our acquaintance had just begun, in the most innocent way.

My new acquaintance was called Elena, she lived in Moscow, occupied a very decent post in a foreign company, and was very well provided for even by the most immodest standards.

Yielding to my persuasion, we drank her eighteen-year-old Chivas, which made us more and more intoxicated again, and the conversations became more frank.

Elena admitted that she is 37 years old, she is married, but there are no children, she came to our hotel by chance, at the last moment, quarreling with her husband, and in spite of taking the first tour that arrived, instead of the planned Italy.

Naturally, from places like dubious Turkish five stars, she had long lost the habit, felt strange and lonely here, from which she allowed herself to drink too much that night.

I had to cast it, so I left the room, and when I returned, I found out that Elena was sitting on the bungalow's balcony, once again drunk frankly, staring with a blank look somewhere afar.

Gliding at her open, chiselled feet, set loosely on a small bar table, I quickly felt my brain begin to turn off again, obeying absolutely animal desires.

Obeying a wild instinct, I approached her, lowered my pants, and poked a member straight into her mouth.

She started to move her head, pulling away, but I pressed her hand on the back of her head, and Elena's lips obediently opened wide, as if in front of me was not an adult woman, but a rubber doll with which you can do anything.

However, she did not suck like a doll at all, but skillfully, being fascinated by the process, caressing the tongue and gently sucking my head, fluttering along the trunk, deeper and deeper putting the dick in my mouth.

Periodically, she smacked her relish, and with renewed vigor she fell to my cock.

It was at this moment that on the alley where the balcony went, my roots appeared, returning to their room, not otherwise, as broken off by chicks, which they so carefully glued.

Due to the fact that I was standing in full growth, and Elena was sitting, sucking my dick, only me was visible from the street, and the woman was hidden by balcony ceilings.

By that moment, stunned by all these events, alcohol and excitement, I felt like a hero of a porn movie, so, without any embarrassment, I shouted to my friends at the whole hotel:

- Hey, losers, broke off you? Come on come here!

Leha and Vitka already, apparently, didn’t care where to go, so after a minute they were standing on the balcony of an unknown bungalow, with their mouths open, staring at how an adult and always so inaccessible star of the hotel diligently swallows my household.

Seeing the unexpected guests, Elena tried to protest, to distance herself from me, but inspired by the previous success, I again slapped her face, grabbed her hair and again put my mouth on my dick.

What happened next was intoxicating fog, confusion and chaos.

I pulled a glamorous bitch into my mouth, and poured her face so much that I remember how the sperm flowed a thin stream from her half-open mouth.

- Fly, boys! I don’t feel sorry for friends!

It seems that Lena was crying, and even tried to resist when drunk guys dragged her from the balcony into the room, throwing her onto a bed.

But she resisted sluggishly, hesitantly, already resigned, and I think, she herself unconsciously desiring what they were doing to her.

The robe was torn off, and Lena was completely naked, she was squeezing four hands with might and main, while I was laughing drunkenly, cheering on my friends, not forgetting to apply to the whiskey bottle, and enjoying the sight of the unfolding orgy.

I remember that when Vitek fought a woman, leaning on top, and Lech, lying next to her, was torturing her boobs, she was already parting and lifting up her long legs, sweeping and groaning at the whole room.

We did not think about condoms, or possible pregnancy, and after Vitek had let her in, his place was immediately occupied by Leha, who was easily a sliding member in a wet female vagina.

The events of that night could not leave indifferent even the old, sick impotent, and even young, healthy students, who had grasped a beautiful, mature meat, could not be said; we all had an erection again and again.

We put Helen on all fours, and then alternately fucked the dog, slapping the fleshy, elastic buttocks, shaking like jelly of brawn, simultaneously forcing to suck and caress the eggs, whose turn it was to insert into her mouth.

We passed each other an iPhone, shooting on video, every moment of animal intercourse, in all angles and poses, and Elena, tormented by three pairs of hands and three young members, did not even notice it.

That night was a long one, and I somehow passed out unexpectedly, practically in the process, right on Elena's bed, next to her and my friends, jaded, drunk and completely happy.

The banal rest began to develop for me in a completely new, hitherto unusual scenario ...