masturbate, as if only this and engaged in all his life. My playful fingers slipped under the tissue that separated us from her flesh, and now massaged her clitoris. Her labia swollen like buds before opening. Juices flowed along the walls. She stretched her legs to the sides, and her pussy wanted to be honored by not only my fingers.

The hairy man planted a brunette on his elda and, taking hold of her waist, began to stick in what was urine. My fingers climbed into her and echoed the brunette's jumps on the screen. Xenia, too, climbed into my pants and jerked me to the beat of my manipulations. Then my hand, it seems, she laid herself on her chest and began to stimulate her nipples. Now we were facing each other and looking more and more at each other than at the monitor. I glanced at her lips. As they broke with the increasing frequency of moans. As she bit them, closing her eyes. As licked her tongue, looking at the monitor. And something pulled me to her. And our lips touched. And there was no preliminary awkward kiss here. I put my tongue in her mouth and that's it. We lay and were engaged in petting.

However, passion has not ceased to grow. I lay on top, continuing to make frictions inside her with one hand, and with the other I pulled her T-shirt and put my lips to her nipples. Then the teeth and tongue were used. She moaned, squirmed, let go of my instrument, and dug her fingers into my ass. Then I turned her from back to abdomen, without being distracted from stimulating her pussy.

She lay in front of me. Flashing her delicious ass, waiting for my attention. I grabbed her berries with my palms, and then clutched at these buns with my teeth. Hot breath went over her back. In the lumbar region, she caved in, exposing her ass to me. With one hand, I grabbed her hair, grabbed her roughly. Another - continued to stroke her pussy, while she was bored with languor. I glanced at my club. Then on her pussy, located opposite ... In short, I did not think long before plunging my end into it. With surprise, she leaned to the side, but after a few pushes, she lay quietly and moaned under my blows. Before my eyes suddenly flashed that girl from my class: a strict blue suit from a jacket and skirt, which over time already came to her close-fitting, hair braided, thin glasses, bordering green eyes, a straight line, just the personification of chastity ...

And now this chastity was under me and moaned lustfully in time with my gestures. Suddenly she froze, exposing her pussy to my blows, and then went limp. Unlike this baby, I was still in full swing and was not going to finish. Although it felt like an orgasm is approaching. Then I lay down on top of her and, pressing my whole girl to bed, made the last few blows, and then froze in her arms, filling her with my sperm. The excitement, as well as the expectation of this moment, was so great that, it seemed, I had to finish the whole bucket and my sperm would soon flow out of her ears. However, this did not happen.

We are frozen in this position. I buried my nose in her hair. Heart felt her breathing. I waited so long for this moment that I never imagined what I would do when I took mine. Of course, the gallant cavalier, it was believed, would turn the girl over, kiss her, give her a conversation, and then, proceeding from her own decency and the emotions she experienced, would offer her hand and heart. However, I was not her gentleman. Nor did we have any act of love. I was just the boyfriend of the sister of this attractive girl who dreamed of dragging her into bed.And all that connected us was a few minutes of insane fucking, during which I simply tore off the lustful beauty whose guy was not around. So what, I ask, had to do? Get off her and smoke? Or silently retire to the next room, never again mentioning what happened?

Immersed in my own thoughts, I did not notice how I had passed out. And when he opened his eyes, Xenia was not there, but from the wall came the sound of water: she went to take a shower. Then, pulling the pants, I disappeared behind the door to the bedroom of the younger sister.

***

I was returning home from a regular party. The party, right to say, was quite extraordinary: beer, chips, pizza, cards ... and five drinking companions with whom all this bliss was shared. Then vodka and coke went for a beer with chips, and as a result, it was decided to pour all the drinks with rum. It’s good that we started early. Otherwise, I would have to stay there for the night, and I preferred to vomit in my toilet. Fortunately, it did not come to emptying the stomach. And so, having slightly sobered up, I walked home through the night city, and all my thoughts were about the bed.

Having lost my way in my own memories, I came across a night, like two drops of water, when we were also drunk with my friend. The company, I remember, was the same. Except for the fact that a girl named Dasha was drinking with us, with which our entire male army had already managed to meet each other. For the sake of truth, it’s worth saying that one of us even once was in love with her, and by the ears. We all met her at different times: I, for example, caught Dasha at the time of flowering and, if such a word applies to her at all, chastity. Yeah, I was the first to open her quivering virgin lips and teach her to kiss. True, then she was not yet so spoiled as to give me on the second date, but so annoying that I was ready to give up those rare interceptions with her (and this, given my low popularity among the female population), in order to avoid her obsession.

The rest of my friends were lucky, probably more. For after my company, she hurried to destroy all this useless framework of chastity, which in her fifteen years served not so much as decoration, but as overwhelming shackles that hindered her relations with guys. However, having lost her virginity in the company with my best friend, she wanted something more, and they were forced to leave. I do not think, of course, that he lost more than she.

Then another friend of mine wove into her, and while he ran with her bouquet and gifts behind her, she made eyes at the others. And once he found her at the club in the arms of a DJ, who stroked her hair with one hand and wiggled her skirt with the other. Of course, he spat on all his attempts and retired from her horizon. It was then that his comrades told him that while he dreamed about her, they in turn managed to fuck her in turn. For that, in fact, they were destined to regret a bit, because the razeb, intended for the DJ, fell upon them without fail.

All this crap lasted for three years. And all ended with a banal confession, known to us since the times of Onegin and Tatiana, but my friend spoke here as Tatiana. No, he, of course, did not remove her when she suddenly honored him with a kiss. On the contrary, he thoroughly fucked her over the next two months. And yet the novel they did not happen ...

As a result, we sat with our companion from that friend who once became my Dashepriemennik, and absorbed alcohol. By this time, the boys had time to reconcile, and ardent feelings for Dashche we all subsided. Nobody had any illusions when she could sit down on one of our knees with one of her ease, and, looking with faithful green eyes, whisper something like "The sun, do you love me?". Just as she could calmly walk up and, clasping her neck, put her fourth size to your chest. And yet now she looked much more attractive and seductive than before.In her wardrobe appeared open tops, blouses, all sorts of mini-skirts, close-fitting jeans and everything else that girls with spicy figures will not harm.

Finishing the next batch of poker, we were pretty drunk. Just as amber beer poured into our glasses, vulgar jokes flowed out of ours. We laughed and drunk for the joy of being young and reckless. To that ... Read more →