"Well, who is the dominant now ?!" I jerked to unbutton her shirt: this bitch had not bothered to put on her bra. I fell to her nipples lips, tongue. Dashka wrapped her legs around me. I felt her unzip my jeans. "Lustful whore!"

Suddenly I recoiled. I got all the irony of the evolving situation.

- No, Dash! I cant. The guys in the next room are sitting, and we decided to have sex with you. I can't do this!

Dasha did not waste time. Instead of delving into my speeches, she had already unzipped her own zipper and was stretching her jeans off her hot hips. In the light of street lamps, I saw her black panties.

- I understand everything, dear. But do you really let me beg you about sex ... - lowered her jeans, she turned over on her stomach and set aside her ass, so that I could see what I would refuse, - do you really allow her to continue to suffer without your attention? - after the jeans slipped and panties, exposing my eyes to her lips, from which drops of juice had already flowed. She slutted them with her fingers and pinched herself on the clitoris, “Will you not be ashamed if my pussy remains hungry?”

I felt how her arguments affected my instrument: he did ram the wall that separated him from complete freedom. I succumbed. I unzipped and removed the shackles from my boyfriend. Dasha pretty smiled: victory for her! I touched her vagina with my fingers - she groaned, as if I had already stuck it to her. Looks like my type-girl got hooked on one of the worst drugs - sex. I stuck two fingers inside - her muscles were taut, and her voice became even more humble. I spread my walls with my fingers - she was already beside herself with lust: now she is going crazy! I grabbed her juicy berries and pulled her ass on myself.

- Yes, yes, dear. Fuck me! This is what I need right now, she babbled.

Suddenly from the next room came the ringing feminine laughter, and I shuddered: What am I doing! I pushed Dasha and hid the warrior.

***

- Sorry, Dash. But not today!

- What! - it was above words. She was so amazed, so humiliated by my action, that she simply had no more words. Dasha jumped to her feet, looked into my eyes: in her eyes there was anger, fierce hatred. Then there was a slap in the face. She wore jeans and pulled into the doorway. I stood and wondered if I did the right thing. Of course, right. I heard how the door to the room Sasha opened. Dasha strive - Yes, what have jealousy about - pure curiosity. Well, do not torment, tell me. In what position does she like more: from below, from above ... maybe from behind? - I heard her contented laughter. Well, fun with her. Flaxily broke in, grabbed a jacket, threw it to everyone: “I'm leaving!” and flew out into the corridor. I slowly went out to look after her: she did not even fully fasten her shirt. Dasha noticed me, but did not pay any attention. Slamming the door, she disappeared into the dark entrance. Then Sasha came out of the room:

- What happened? - quietly asked his pitiful voice.

“I didn’t give her,” I replied, and went after Alina: there’s nothing for us to stay too long.

I don’t know if Alina understood what happened between us: she didn’t ask any questions, just looked at me all the way, thought something to herself. When a couple of steps remained before the house, she finally asked:

“You had a fight,” sounded more like a statement, but I nodded anyway. A second silence. - Why did you break up? She seems to be beautiful: everything is with her. Why?

- Did not get along.

Alina nodded knowingly. This time I looked into her eyes: after all, she probably realized that we were not playing cards there. We went upstairs. More that evening, we practically did not speak. Alina, together with our parents, sat and watched TV.Dad asked how our party was for her - probably, just wanted to know that no one had really bothered her. Alina responded positively about the contingent. Merry. Good About Dasha did not say a word.

In the meantime, I was already lying in bed and thinking. I thought about myself and Alina. About myself and Dasha. For what or whom I refused, and Dasha, and myself in sex. I was not afraid to be noticed. I was not afraid to be heard. All of her, and Alina already has a boyfriend. And yet there was a burden on the heart. Falling into thought, I quickly fell asleep.

I had a nice dream. From bliss on the body already crawled goosebumps. Alas, I do not remember the details. And then something happened: someone appeared. Sleep broke off. I woke up in a cold sweat. On the other side of the door was water. I shook my head, driving all sorts of evil thoughts. Blown up from the couch and moved toward the bathroom. There was a light on. Water actually flowed: someone was taking a shower. Everyone else slept. I looked into the kitchen, in the fridge. He took out a bottle of water and moistened his throat. The brain sobered from sleep: the world began to take its natural shape. I remembered the last evening. A walk with Alina, a party with friends, an incident with Dasha. Perhaps this was the heart of anxiety. Meanwhile, the water in the bathroom subsided. I wandered over there. For a moment she stopped in front of the door: it was not locked. "Strange," - usually, when they wash, the door is locked. He reached for the handle and turned it silently. The door opened. I stepped inside.

I have already managed to see a lot of things, but from what I saw I still gasped. A meter from me stood naked Alina. She was clearly taking a shower. Now she was standing in the slope, wiping her head. My eyes met her tanned berries, which were staring at me. Glance down the sweet legs. My friend let me down this time too. Broken off with sex, he demanded a rematch. The next second, along with my belated “Oh,” Alina straightened, turned around and stopped in place. My eyes went up all the same tanned beautiful legs. Then I saw a neat, virgin pubis. Dotted with hairs. It was the turn of her slim waist, ripe juicy breasts, topped with chocolate nipples - they sang, waiting for someone to try them at last. I walked out over the swan neck and onto her shocked expression. My journey lasted no longer than a second. But even that was enough, that Alina boiled with anger. She screamed something. What exactly - I did not hear, I already disappeared with my outstanding argument behind the door.

I sat in the room, hoping that everything would be fine. Of course, I was pleased to see all these beauties in their natural shell, but this did not make me feel less embarrassed. I was extremely embarrassed in front of a young girl. The doorknob turned and she, in her silk nightie, stepped into my room.

- Alina, I'm sorry, I did not specifically. I thought you had already washed, got dressed - by the way, there was plenty of time - I began to make excuses. But my arguments did not work. Alina, barely restraining herself from screaming so as not to attract too much attention to our conversation, proceeded to the prosecution. I tried not to delve into the words, but I clearly heard your Dasha, ”“ pervert, ”“ never dare, ”and many others, from whom blood flowed in the veins. I also got to the boiling point. Stepping in her direction, I also stepped over to the attack. I tried to avoid provocative phrases, but maybe something had sounded. Alina retorted to me, did not let up in any way. I echoed her again. She waved her hands. I grabbed her by the shoulders. She struggled. I stared at her eyelashes. The world froze. We stood still. Inside something broke off. I wanted, on the same place to take off her nightie and punish her to the fullest extent of the law. Well, or at least a strong kiss. My friend stretched out again. I almost poked her in the thigh. Alina's eyes also changed: there was surprise, shock, desire in him. But the moment passed, she broke out of my grip and hid in her room. I lowered my hands, looked - still furious - at my dick and made a decision.

Fifteen minutes after the described bell rang. ... Read more →