accompanied by a mournful whining, and a girl's sniffing. And, nevertheless, not a single word of objection, in connection with what is happening, from her mouth fell through. Having finished with binding, first of all I examined her inviolable "jewel". Sprained buttocks wider, familiar with the picturesque landscape.

The point was shaved conscience, much better than pubis. Tight, tightly clamped. Pleasant for the eyes, coffee shade. He leaned down and ran his tongue over it, moistening it with his saliva. Marina exhaled languidly, shuddered and almost fell to the side. I held her hips, and unsuccessfully tried to twist the index finger inside. Additionally lubricating it with a natural lubricant in her own vagina.

The girl desperately protested, wriggling with her whole body, hopelessly trying not to let me inside her body from the back door. Accompanied their attempts verbal prayer:

- Sash, do not go there, please.

But I was adamant. I managed to press a fingertip into the squeezed sphincter. Further was a matter of technique. With a spindle-shaped motion, the finger was screwed into an extremely close hole at the very base. My victim often breathed and wriggled his lower body, trying to jump off the "uninvited guest."

Her efforts were not crowned with success, a finger was wedged deep, and it was impossible to drive him out by rotating her hips alone. I advised her to stop trying to prevent the inevitable, try to relax, and get used to the new feeling. Oddly enough, but she really tried, and quickly pulled herself together. Silent, and even weakened the iron grip of the anal sphincter. I moved my finger and found that it became freer inside.

Making them reciprocating, the middle finger of the same hand inserted into the next, more hospitable hole. With his thumb, he slowly rubbed his swollen clit. I did not hurry anywhere, I tried to maintain my movements in a uniform, monotonous mode. With his free hand he pulled off his shorts with tight panties to his knees, allowing the stiff little member to stretch at full length. Palm of the same hand periodically agitated excited flesh, deceiving her expectations. For the time being, the time was delaying the joy of the first penetration into his new acquaintance.

Marina, meanwhile, resigned to a foreign object in the anus, and even slightly podmahivat beginning. Her noisy wheezing brightened the first notes of subtle, erotic aspirations. It was time to move on to the second phase of anal training. With a certain degree of effort, the middle finger from the juicy vagina was moved higher in the company to the index finger.

This maneuver was met without much friendliness, but with a sincere attempt not to oppose the introduction of an additional element. I deliberately increased the risk of running into something natural, but not quite pleasant (I apologize for the unsympathetic details, but you cannot get away from them). The girl was not cleaved, and the wider her anus opened, the more likely it became the danger that the waste products of her body would appear to me in all its unattractive glory.

I have never been, and will never be, a fan of “scat”. Therefore, with caution, I felt the anal canal from the inside. Fortunately, nothing suspicious was found, and I significantly more boldly ran a couple of fingers a couple of times in a clockwise direction, and against it. The sphincter muscle has become more accommodating, hugging the “researchers” tightly, but not so hostile. Marina was liberated, and began to moan openly. Not yet in full voice, but much richer.Preparation for the third phase of anus training is completed.

After a couple of minutes, the fingers were pulled out and carefully examined. To my moral satisfaction, there was still no sewage. I reached for a pack of wet wipes, on the same shelf of the coffee table, pulled out a couple of pieces, and meticulously rubbed each finger with them. Despite the wildest desire to fuck, finally, the girl, nevertheless decided to even more then himself, and she, too, waiting for the holiday. He hid the rearing flesh back into his underpants, pulled on his shorts, and stepped onto the balcony to smoke.

Marina, tired of a long kneeling in one pose, took full advantage of the arising pause. She fell on her side helplessly, leaving me to follow, not that hateful, not that admiringly:

- Sadist!

I lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply with fragrant smoke, exhaled blissfully, and answered shortly: “What else!”

All the time, while I was gone, she humbly lay, not giving the old signs of indignation. Behaved no louder than a bag of potatoes. Probably, she herself was already interested in how all this would end.

During smoking, calmed down a bit and the erection weakened. It was time to start the next round of the protracted anal battle. I won the first battle for a clear advantage, but the war was not over. Without explaining anything to Marina, I went out into the corridor, stepping over her, as if through a lying deck. In the kitchen I crossed with Gray, dressed in my homemade shorts. He burst out laughing, reacting to my puzzled look, and apologized, promising to buy new ones in return.

Why he pulled them on himself, in the presence of his, almost the same ones, remains a mystery to me. But I was not sorry for a friend, so I waved it off and asked:

- Tell - ka, buddy. Do you have any sliced ​​bananas left?

He laughed:

- How? And you for a banana?

It turned out that we are pursuing identical goals. We briefly exchanged with him the impressions of the ladies who had got to each other. Gray was very surprised that something had burned out with Marina. I did not go into details regarding certain difficulties in establishing contact with her, putting them aside for later.

However, Gray was brief. He said only that he got a real walking cat. There is no permanent guy, but while she was sucking off, she managed to promise to meet two different kents who called her. Moreover, without interrupting the process, she spoke with them. Unless, she tried to refrain from smacking. In conclusion, summarized:

- Fuck that, in general, just such as I love.

After that, he plucked a banana from the bundle, and moved to the bedroom.

I also armed myself with fruit, bigger and greener, and returned to my “martyr”. She lay still in the same “fetal position”, on her left side, continuously pulling her numb hands behind her back. I also brought some condoms from my own stock and anal gel lubrication with me. Established Marina in the original position, and squeezed out a slightly viscous, colorless, odorless substance to, which had time to close, the anal ring.

Rapid movement vmazal gel finger deep into, under a slight moan of a girl. Then he printed the latex product, and rolled it along the entire length of the elastic banana. Gel smeared the resulting "shell", put it on the anus, and gently pressed it a few centimeters. Marina whined plaintively, and instinctively jerked forward. But I held it with my free hand over my left thigh, and continued to push the tropical fruit into my tight ass.

My "experimental" had a hard time. She barely restrained from a moaning loudly. But that did not stop me. I did not calm down, until I shoved the whole banana into her almost lost virginity ass. Outside there was only a black and yellow stalk hanging around. Having realized his plans, he did not hesitate for more than a second. He bent over her vagina, and slipped in the mouth, salty sex lips.

Language naschupal clitoris, and began to intensively massage it, making periodic forays into the vagina, behind the continuously allocated "female nectar." I literally devoured "girlish treat", "washing to dust" sensual clit. Judging by the reaction of Marina, her body simply did not know how to react to the arisen, contradictory feelings.

On the one hand - the pain, burning and discomfort in the anus, on the other - an incredible surge of pleasure caused by aggressive, even bloodthirsty, cunnilingus. I was counting on a similar scenario. As a result, after ten minutes of intensive manipulation, her body could not find anything better than to survive a hurricane orgasm. The girl shook with a shiver, restlessly huddled in uncontrolled convulsions, literally howled, telling the neighbors about the atrocities taking place in my apartment, and began to end violently.

I would not let her rest, working tirelessly with her tongue, until she collapsed, exhausted, on the floor, loudly gasping for air, like a fish thrown on the shore. While she was trying to catch her breath, my steadfast member, who had suffered a lot in close captivity and was exhausted from overstrain, was finally released into the wild. With a flick of a “hat”, a “leather cape” was pulled together, and a condom was pulled. I was in no hurry, standing over the torn orgasm to the shreds of Marina, waiting for the first signs of a return to life.

Not wait. The girl regained her breath, but continued to lie still. The situation was corrected in seconds. I grabbed her hands on her hips and jerked me to my knees. Without making a sound, she, habitually already, rested her face against the floor. I didn’t need more than that - go to the starting position, aiming, and imaginary team to myself: “Battery, direct fire on the enemy, fire!”.

I did not just go into my charge. I literally thrust my “rapier” into its tortured crevice at the very “hilt”. Marina groaned languidly, and mumbled something incoherent. I moved my hips back, as if reloading my "gun", and made a repeated "volley", once again pushing the member inside to its full length. The emaciated Marina, suddenly, and quite unexpectedly for me, began again to finish, giving away the last vestiges of strength this time. She even moaned, as it should, could not. Made some whistling - hissing sound. Recalled, as usual, his mother, appealing to her for help. Convulsively jerked several times on the penis, and went limp, falling into oblivion.

The banana, which still remained in her anus, had a truly amazing effect not only on the girl. He delivered me an incredible pleasure. Being behind a thin partition, he with a pleasant weight leaned on the member from above, and created additional friction. Ignoring the fact that Marina, or rather her consciousness, has already dropped out of the “arms race,” I continued to move inside her body, intending to reward my “fighter” for “valiant service”.

A dozen frictions were enough to close my eyes, and with a fierce growl, reliving a fabulous sensation, throw out a stagnant reserve with. Almost immediately after the “disarmament”, I left the vagina of the exhausted girl, and fell off on my back. Condom with a portion of cooling sperm, pulled off the limp penis, tied it in a knot, and wrapped it in a damp napkin. “The battle for the Dnieper”, as well as 69 years ago, remained “for ours”.

I will add that the adventures of that day did not end there. This is only the first part of the story. The second part is expected on the site in the near future.

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