eyes Then she broke away from him, and enthusiastically said:

- How much aggression and temperament. Arthur is not capable of such emotions ...

Her words did not at all calm the impulse of erotic anger that owned me. With a tripled desire, I dug a greedy kiss into supple lips, threatening to inadvertently bite off, or to snatch her nimble tongue. Finger screwed back into the anus, and began to frantically warp them inside. Olya clearly liked the process. She moved her hips to the beat of my hand, who was operating in her ass. Loyally "hugged" my finger with a trained sphincter. And with a hand launched into my underpants, from my heart nadrachivala member bursting from the beyond erection.

We tried not to make noise, but the sofa creaked treacherously, threatening to wake our sleeping friends. Yes, and mutual, noisy breathing, miraculously not yet passed, in the protracted moans, it became increasingly difficult to keep within the limits of what is permitted. This was especially true of Olga. She was literally shaking from the surge. She suffered severely, not being able to moan at her pleasure with a full breast.

I was about to stop these pleasant, but still flour, when suddenly, with my hand holding my buttocks apart, I felt the familiar light perspiration that protruded on the surface of her skin. I could not be mistaken, the girl got to the sweet moment of the long-awaited orgasm. Continuing to carnivore kissing her, I somewhat increased the pressure of the finger, and accelerated the amplitude of his immersion into the depths.

The measures taken immediately bore fruit. The young woman began to shake as if tiny shells began to explode inside her. She painfully shaken several times in a row in orgasmic convulsions. Loud and shamelessly creaked springs sofa. Then, plaintively, with relief, she moaned something incoherent and protracted, ending with restraint, but powerfully. After that, the libertine limply limp, and buried her face in my shoulder. She was breathing hard, but silently, by inertia continuing to “polish” my “banana” with her right hand.

After another couple of minutes, Olya completely stopped moving and seemed to fall into a deep sleep. I was even going to jerk off in a hurry, to relieve serious excitement, and also to forget myself in a sweet dream. However, my assumptions were wrong. Suddenly she began to move. Silently, without even looking into my eyes, I threw the edge of the sheet to the side, and deftly slipped down, quickly pulling off my annoying panties. Having settled down between my knees divorced to the sides, the girl hesitated a little, probably examining the "household" that she had inherited.

Unexpectedly, I buried my nose in the scrotum, and gently drawing in the air, led them to the very top of the head, sniffing at the excited penis, like a detective dog taking a trail. I was somewhat embarrassed by this trick. But Olya calmed me down, with a contented smile looking up at me. She enthusiastically whispered:

- What a handsome. Do not think only that I am a complete pervert. Just really bastard from the pungent smell of a man. Shaggy balls, by the way, are just a luxury. Very stylish. Figured it out myself? (This moment requires clarification. At that time I was actively experimenting with all sorts of intimate “hairstyles.” While going to the sea, I decided to shave my hair from the pubis, and the perineum between the buttocks.

I did not have time to answer, because as soon as I asked the question, Olga, without unnecessary equivalents, pulled a dense lump of swollen eggs into her naughty mouth, and began to suck it diligently.They, the eggs, at all times were, and remain a very sensitive area. Therefore, such a passionate pressure from the girl's side took a breath, and temporarily paralyzed my movements. I tightened my whole body and, not at all like a man, clutched the sheet with both hands.

Olga pressed her fingers, towering before her, petrified barrel member, to the left. He blocked the review, and she probably really wanted to see my emotions. I did not see the bottom of Olga’s face, only her eyes. She looked boldly, bravely and stubbornly. This view is called fucking. I could not resist, and voiced his thought out loud:

- I adore your fucking eyes, my dirty slut.

Eyes smiled at me with cheerful squinting, and I realized that my words were perceived as a compliment, and not as an insult. Since after this the sponges began to suck on my men's regalia with particular trepidation and zeal, I decided to continue the oral experiment, developing the theme:

- So you like it when a man calls you not flattering words? Does it get you?

Eyes affirmatively closed, opened, and smiled again.

- What else can my slut do besides polishing hairy eggs?

I was eager to articulate vulgarity, since I was wound up in earnest from my own speeches.

With a pleasant smacking of a girl, she released my scrotum, numb from nervous tension, from close captivity of soft lips, deftly picked up her saliva from their testicles. Suddenly, I caught both of my legs under my knees and pulled them up to my chest.

For the first time in my life, I was folded in half, like a girl who was going to lick thoroughly. I was not ready for such a development, and therefore did not immediately understand why she did it. The essence of her venture became clear when she said with a mysterious smile:

- The slut knows how to polish not only eggs ...

The next moment, her nimble tongue slowly, as if savoring the moment, walked several times along and across my anus.

To say that I was delighted with what is happening means to say nothing. For me it was a completely new, previously unknown feeling. I have seen this in bourgeois porn many times. Often imagined it in fantasy. But to me, a naive youngster, at that time it seemed to be something transcendent, accessible only to selected males. I was sure that such stimulations are performed exclusively for money, and especially on camera, in order to satisfy perverse spectator interest.

That is why, even in the wildest fantasies, it never occurred to me that my ass could be licked out so carefully and completely free of charge.

And who licked? The most beautiful woman of all that I knew at that time! And she did it not as a favor. Olga worked on my anus with obvious pleasure.

Her tongue fluttered on the anal hole with a weightless moth. Periodically he tried to climb deeper inside, becoming flat and hard, like waspid sting. The girl’s hands were not inactive either. One of them, she continuously beat my balls, and nadrachivali member. The second climbed between her legs, and fiercely satisfied with her fingers, the newly excited, insatiable flesh.

The process that took place was unforgettable and truly magnificent. But, to the greatest disappointment, it was rapidly approaching a logical conclusion. I was too wound up to keep up the defense. And Olya was too merciless to me, in gusts of passion, almost tearing off my genitals, exhausted by prolonged abstinence. Because my early orgasm was inevitable, and not long in coming.

At the very last moment, finally, I mentally scrolled a few particularly vivid images and memories of this evening. Instantly he was on the verge of the “finale”. Olya felt it and, for the first time, grasped the head of the penis with tightly squeezed lips.Having relieved me, thereby, from the need for further reflection, than to wipe the sperm from the pubis and abdomen. Towel or napkins were not prepared.

With the most restrained groan, I “pulled the inner trigger”, starting to pour into her helpful mouth. Several burning charges of sperm swept along a familiar route, and ended up on the tongue of my mistress. She patiently waited until I “shoot myself off”, meekly looking from the bottom up. As soon as I was quiet, she gently sucked the last drops of semen from the urethra, and swallowed without visible effort.

Pretty smiled, and put her head on my right thigh, watching as she quickly falls, and my “fighter”, “fighter” cringes. Almost loving, she began to bother him, holding her fingers at the base. She looked at him with such enthusiasm, as if she had never seen a man’s household before.

In the meantime, I gradually returned from heaven to earth, absolutely happy and satisfied. Sweet stretched, shedding the remnants of tension in the body. Made to tighten the charming lady in his arms, and plunge, finally, in the blissful realm of Morpheus.

However, my plan was not destined to come true. Quite unexpectedly an event occurred, out of the ordinary. My wandering glance, casually thrown into the bedroom, caught on to the natural (considering what happened between me and Olya), on the one hand, but inappropriate, on the other hand, the picture. As it turned out, my friend did not sleep. His hidden, greedy look drilled us out of the dark. Kostya was still covered with a veil, but in the groin area it rhythmically rose and fell. There was no doubt that he was masturbating, furtively watching us ...

The end of the first part.

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