"Battle of the Dnieper". Anal version. Unsaid.

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Almost immediately, the door opened slightly, and the happy face of my comrade peered into the room. He appreciated the picture, and ironically applauded me. Gesture invited to go out on the balcony to smoke.

- Normally you did it. I did not expect such a finale. My bedroom is about the same condition lying around. “The current is not connected,” he said, closing the balcony door behind him, lighting a cigarette.

- Do you want to visit her, by the way?

I also lit it, thought, and expressed doubt:

- Do you think will give?

He grunted:

- And who will ask her? I went and took it, you are not used to it, I look. This one, out (nodded towards Marina, through the window in the door, which was seen on the floor) along the way, also did not spread her legs herself. Well you did not stop it?

It did not stop, I agreed.

- So go ahead then! Get out of doubt! And do not delay, but soon otlezhitsya, out of the bedroom, and then everything, "kin will not be" - Seryoga persistently drove me forward.

- And this, hear, Sanya. If everything is a bundle, you take it in the ass, and leave me a pussy, pliz. I'll be at the door to graze. As soon as you get started, hear, and join. In two “bows” we shake it so that life does not seem like a fairy tale. Regarding the purity of her asshole - do not worry, I washed it with my own hand, you can be calm for the quality, you know (Sergey often directs this delicate process, preparing the lady for anal sex. This is his peculiar fetish, and I knew that very well) - he shared insidious intent.

- Yes, one more! Kiss her not take in head! She also polished me with a tongue, and in her mouth I “let it down” twice. In general, there is a lack of something after me, you know.

I didn’t finish smoking to the end, I waved my head, they say, I understand everything, put out a cigarette and headed to the bedroom. Along the way, he released the hands of the slumbering Marina, cutting the tape with a penknife. It was surprising to me that she felt quite comfortable despite the foreign object in the anus. Even the long-awaited release of the arms from the bonds did not give rise to an attempt to get rid of him immediately. The girl almost came to her senses, began to rub numb wrists, but was in no hurry to rise from the floor. We have not spoken with her a single word. It seems that she was again not in the mood, which was not at all surprising. But it did not bother me at all.

Opening the bedroom door, I looked inside. The room smelled exciting sex. On my bed, in the folds of a crumpled sheet, lay a naked girl. She lay with her face buried in a pillow, her ass up, in the “starfish” position, and snoring peacefully. Oksana had a slightly more “dry” and fragile figure than her friend. But, whose ass was better, I definitely would not have tried to judge. Both were good, each in its own way. A banana stalk protruded from the blonde's anus, similar to the one in Marina’s anus. Why in the presence of untied hands she did not get rid of him was not clear. (Later it turned out that Sergey had forbidden her to take it out until he allowed it).

Stopping on tiptoe, I approached the bed, leaving the door ajar, especially for Sergey. So that he, in case of my success, could not only hear what is happening, but also see. Seeing an unfamiliar, and from that even more desirable, Oksana's crotch, my “idle” dangling pepper began to “ripen” instantly. And when I also helped him with my hand, I even took a “fighting stance” in a matter of moments. The neat, pale pink lips of the blonde lips are still shiny from excess lubrication, reminding that their owner has recently been thoroughly rubbed.

As quietly as possible, trying not to rustle the packaging, I opened it and in one fell swoop pulled the next prezik onto the rebel flesh. I wanted to fuck like there wasn’t any good copulation 15-20 minutes ago. Gently climbed onto the bed, and squatted over the legs of the dormant girl. He took the banana stalk with his right hand and gently pulled it towards him, taking the fruit out. Oksana woke up, and without looking at me, began to beg:

- Serozha ... no need ... I can no longer ...

Who would have thought a couple of hours ago, on the beach, that the situation would take a similar turn?

Despite her moaning, the fruit was extracted, and an extremely painterly picture was given to my attention: “An unwrapped anus, in all its frightening beauty”. Dyrentsiya, I tell you, was notable.

I will note one small, perhaps insignificant, but still, detail. The difference between the situations “banana in Marina” and “banana in Oksana”, nevertheless, was revealed. "Tropical delicacy" was not in latex. Gray did not bother at all about the elementary means of protection of his partner, in a servile manner, carelessly shoving the oblong fruit into her charming ass.

I put it aside, and stretched out over the mortal body of the blonde in the “stop-lying” position, as if pushing out. Hand bore the head, bursting with excitement, a member in its opened anal gulf. Oksana still did not catch up, that I am not Sergey! Exhausted, wriggling beneath me, but still not having looked so far, she lazily and imposingly continued the same Snuffle:

- Serozha, I'm tired. Serozha, I do not want more. Well, do not, I beg you, do not.

Only now, I nestled close to her ear and hissed Gaidayevsky Shurik’s worn-out, but very timely phrase:

- It is necessary, Fedya ... (sharply hammering a strong member into Oksankin on the backside with a sharp movement of the thighs) It is necessary !!

Oksana was not just shocked, she, as they say, was stunned by the metamorphosis that occurred! The girl choked (figuratively speaking) from the sensation of a large-caliber trunk in the anus, and a mixture of simultaneous shame, surprise and boundless indignation. But she could not do anything. Not to break free (I crushed it tightly under me), nor to interrupt semi-forced sexual intercourse.

I heard how behind, in the doorway, peering Sergey rejoiced. He had a VIP box, so to speak. He could observe in the smallest detail how a sharp, persistent, uncompromising member, time after time, powerfully pierces a point developed by him (Sergey). Oksana, as if pinned to a bed, howled and moaned, but no longer resisted. Either I resigned, I liked it, or both, taken together.

Soon her faltering, fearful moans gave way to drawn out, and satisfied. I reached for her vagina, and felt hot flesh. The girl was the most excited, and flowed like a bitch before "mating". Without removing the penis from her cozy anus, I stood up, pulling her hips up behind me on half-bent legs. Oksana was automatically, and immediately, put on cancer, and I hovered over her in the pose of a jockey. Sergey understood my hint instantly, and burst into our “pair” with Oksana, like a Cossack from an ambush on a zealous horse. Famously, swiftly, suddenly, and with a "sword" bald. I stopped moving, waiting for him to take his place.

Gray immediately crawled under Oksana, caught up between us, like a layer of sandwich. She wailed in horror, trying to crawl away:

- Bliiin! I knew it! I knew that it would end like this!

But she was not destined to crawl away, my tenacious hands were holding her by the waist.

She prayed:

- Boys, sweetie, you tear me along the seam! No, let me have a little banana training, and we will try in a week, huh? I like this topic myself, but I'm a newbie! I'm not rubber, and not stretched! I do not want a month in gynecology to lie !!!

Sergey, who was lying under her, and hastily pushing, “personal protective equipment” to his “mace,” sternly shouted at her:

- Ksenia, your mother, not hysteria and ...