"I was not myself. Unexpectedly for myself, I freaked out and pounded him with a bottle on the head. Glass. Of course, not broken, but humiliated and insulted the falcon fell to the floor. Only now I saw his companion. “What have you done!” She shouted to me. And then, recognizing me, she added: “You?” I glanced at her figure, her breasts behind a red bra, her face and green eyes with a sliding glance. I said nothing in reply. The bottle slipped out of my hand. I stepped to her. Her fervor is clearly faded from my unexpected actions. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her against me, sticking my tongue through her tightly compressed lips. Soon she went limp and clung to me. My fingers cleverly fumbled on her jeans. Dasha pulled me to the toilet. I do not remember what the smell was, and I don’t really try. I sat down on the seat, taking off her jeans. She turned her back on me and sat down on a part of me. On the very part that drilled her bowels. I unzipped her bra and grabbed her breasts. Dasha put the pelvis on my end. While we fucked like mad rabbits, all means and items from the shelves flew to the floor. Then someone opened the door. There were two of them. The couple decided to follow our example. But the place has so far been taken. We decided to give up. After a few minutes of our sex along the corridor, without breaking off the connection, we flew into that very room. In the corner, Sashka was waving with a brunette. The couch was occupied by swingers. We got the floor. I put Dasha with cancer, and I imagined myself a cowboy, while tearing her ass with tasty tugs. The apartment was the noise from the wild female moans and screams and male oho-sighs. The air was filled with the smell of sweat and hormonal enzymes. I threw Dasha on the floor, and he lay on her. Holding her in my arms (so hard that she could not move), I twitched in a fit of orgasm.

And yet I was not enough. Squirting a little sperm on her labia and anus, my cock and did not want to shrink. According to the same sources, then Dasha climbed up on me and started racing. Unable to hold straight, she clutched at any support. The sofa served as a support, where at that moment two guys on both sides had the same girl. She wanted to scream in pain (one she planted in her virgin ass), but her mouth was filled with the carrot of the other. Looks like she bit him - the boy screamed himself. Dasha leaned back and pulled the rug behind her. We turned over, and now, at the very foot of the sofa, I stared between her legs. Tearing a shirt with a bra off her shoulders, I put my lips into her ripe breasts. My hands groped her exhausted buttocks under me and locked them in a steel grip. Now she was completely in my power. My dick came out of it and settled on her neatly trimmed pubis. Then, straining, he again burst into the expiring desire abyss. Dasha wrapped her legs around my waist. My friend drove into it again and again, until he reached the peak of bliss. I froze in it. Felt how the sperm fills its developed depths. All muscles stretched like strings. Dasha clung to me with her whole body unable to move anymore. I grabbed my nails in my petrified buttocks. Her lips were so close to my ear that I heard her quietly let out a sweet moan of pleasure.

I fell on her, and she relaxed, sprawled under my weight.

As it turned out, horseradish, to whom I drove over the head with a bottle, did not remember anything in the morning. Just rubbed a big bump on his forehead and repeated that he would never get so drunk again. In some ways he was right. I didn’t beat my head about anything, but the headache didn’t stop. The hangover was terrible! And yet we managed. Tomorrow parents came. We need to come home, clean up.When everyone came to their senses and began to dissolve. I noticed in the crowd that blonde who was fucking in the bathroom (she smiled at me affably, but she didn’t fit - I was told that she was not even seventeen). Then Dasha was passing by and, seeing me, stood confusedly. I took the first step.

- Hello!

“Hello,” she replied, somewhat uncertainly.

- How are you? - I just wanted to talk to her somehow, but I understood that with my stupid method I bring all contact to a dead end. And yet she replied:

- OK, and you? Glorious night stood out, is not it? - she doubted in two ways. I grinned:

- Come on?

She nodded her head and followed me ...

***

Passed day. Dasha did not go home. All day we spent together on my couch. I already thought she was putting me to death. No, I was still alive. By noon there was no place left for her, where I would not be yet. We only interrupted for a short nap, eating, taking a shower. Otherwise, it would have been covered with a thick layer of my sperm. Well, in addition, I otludilsya walk with the dog, but to the store. I almost felt envy in the eyes of my cable: they say, how did I find such a pretty bitch, but he did not. He was bad! Suppose we ventilate the room, the smell of sex and her pheromones were everywhere. I felt sorry for him, but only a little bit.

The rest of the time we did not leave the rookery. Night and day were rainy. You will not fight anywhere. And the whole book on the Kama Sutra was idle. On the second day, Dasha admitted that I frankly for her e-ball! However, we still indulged in animal sex when the phone rang. Parents! And they have already arrived. We had previously agreed that they themselves would get to the house. But, after all, we didn’t get out of sight, and besides, at that moment I was at a depth of fifteen centimeters inside Dasha. I think she mentally crossed herself, that her sexual torment for a while ended. In order to speed up time, she pulled a banana-flavored condom on her head and stuffed it in her mouth. Since that time, Dasha has learned to masterly blowjob. Only a little bit did not reach my recent acquaintance, girlfriend nymphomaniac. Playing with her tongue and teeth, she forced me to fill the condom with juices. Cope with my orgasm, she ran under the shower. I was thinking of following her, but then I realized that neither I, nor Dasha, nor my exhausted friend wanted this. I remained lying on the wet from the sweat sheets, until in the doorway did not seem familiar figure to me, dressed in jeans and a shirt. Dasha collected hair in a ponytail. Led the face and body in order. Only then did I dare to move.

Having sent off my sex slave, I took up the surface cleaning. In principle, parents will be happy already for the fact that the apartment is not sold, not drunk, not blazing in flames, and not flooded with water from the bath. A cleaning - cleaning is still a woman! Another bell rang: this time at the door. I ran to open, erasing sweat from my forehead. So I discovered, dressed only in families.

On the threshold stood joyful parents with a minimum of packages. But the main surprise was hiding behind them: two female figures were hiding behind a lean bati figure.

- That means how you meet your parents, yes ?! - with a slight reproach he said, looking at my little families (good, fresh).

Then I saw our visit. It was baby Alina with her mother. Once upon a time I was crazy in love with this little girl. True, she was then about ten or eleven, and I was about fourteen. But it was still love! Then the feelings subsided, and then completely disappeared when I met my ex. Now Alina represented for me only a vague recollection of my once ideal woman woven in her image. It should be noted that this image has long undergone a lot of abolition. At that time, she did not respond to me in return, although perhaps she simply did not understand herself. And is it important? At the moment, all that had any significance - this is the only article of clothing that I bothered to pull myself.

Alina, the right to say, prettier.She was no longer the little girl she once appeared before me. Now it was a fully formed girl with a roundness of the second ... Read more →