I paid attention to the whole trunk, trying to swallow it deeper, and when I got to the scrotum, I kept it in my mouth for a long time, sucking and rolling my tongue with tense eggs. Jeanne focused mainly on the head. She diligently, sometimes too much, sucked on her, occasionally forcing, if not to endure pain, then at least shudder with her whole body. The rest of the penis area and shaved eggs, blonde just licked and kissed. Although she did it, greedily moaning, with a demonstration of obvious signs of sincere enjoyment of the process.

And then my kiss with Alena abruptly broke off. But only so that the brown-haired woman slid to the floor, and joined her friend. At that moment, the above-mentioned rejoicing of the soul occurred. At such moments it is impossible to give an unequivocal answer to the question: what is better, the contemplation of two masters who perform blowjob on your “instrument” or the blow job itself? I, at least, could not answer then.

For ten minutes, or even fifteen, I lay stupidly, rising on my elbows, and with admiration I observed the continuous wandering of my external genitals from one lady's mouth to another. For coordinated consistency in the actions of unforeseen mistresses, quite certainly amused themselves with such leprosy for the first time. For the energetic diligence of both girls, striving with a swoop, only one oral skill, make me capitulate and sprinkle their happy faces with fresh seed.

But it was not there! It happened to them, silly, that my member is a capricious character. After a dense nakurki comes to life, sometimes, not immediately and not by magic. But, if it is rising, then it will be for a long time. So, how much they did not fight this task, but the solution was not found. A dumb trunk towered in the groin of an impregnable turret and did not even think to lay down arms.

He could hold a heroic defense for a very long time, but I didn’t have the desire to turn a double blowjob into a routine spectacle. Therefore, a little more, having admired the picture that was incredibly amusing my male vanity, I took the initiative away from my girlfriends and took control of the situation into my own hands. Both literally and figuratively.

First of all, I was stunned by my partner with unheard of arrogance. Unceremoniously grabbed each girl by the hair and rose to his feet. He also put Alyona next to him, but then he pushed her in the chest, knocking her down on the bed with the words:

- You know how to suck with us, so wait for the queue.

- And you, - turned to Joan, - We will teach, since no one has tried before me.

A mixture of shock and amazement, frozen on the faces of the girls, defies description. In our time, a similar reaction has been made to sound the bourgeois phrase: “What the fuck?”. This dumb question was read in two pairs of brown eyes. To answer him I was not that in no hurry - I was not going to, in principle. Zhanna made an attempt to object and even jump to her feet, but in the heat of excitement and excitement, I rudely stopped these inclinations with one of the most barbaric methods.

First, he struck a loud slap in the face, and then, unexpectedly, even for himself, spat a cheeky face into her face. Got to the right cheek. Choking with indignation, the girl rushed off to the side, hersing angrily, but I not only held her hair, but also weighed a few more biting slaps. Striking the final blow, the thought flashed that I had gone too far in bloodthirsty. And in general, in vain it all started. Zhanna - the bitch is proud and self-assured, she will not be given a living enemy. Now hysterics begin, turning into a panic. A wild noise will rise.From the neighboring rooms, a crowd of sleepy guys in some shorts will come running and, I quote the end of that thought, “will give me a pussy, and I will get rid of it easily”.

However, an incredible thing happened. Joan suddenly froze on her knees. Screams and further abuse did not follow. The blonde often breathed, fanning her nostrils, but was silent, hating me with a hateful look. It was impossible to lose a second. A little more and the true prey will make a new attempt to flee, having discerned in my eyes the doubt of the need for extreme measures. It was necessary, without snapping the beak, to consolidate the outlined success of the improvised offensive.

One more exact spittle, this time, as if into the left eye, and a crouched terrible grimace, turned out to be enough. Jeanne squeezed the "lined" eye, and oppressed covered herself with her hands. Instinctively jerked back when I raised my hand, ostensibly for another blow. I was not going to beat the girl anymore. It was a test of her reaction. If I proudly endured another one, I would have to break the core of pride in an even more severe way. And once she twitched, lost heart and even prayed: “Everything! Everything! Do not! No more! ”, It was possible to relax, it's done.

With my arm in place, instead of a blow, I “washed” the blonde with saliva that was running down her face. She did not resist and patiently carried the humiliation. She did not resist a pair of fingers inside her mouth, even when I unceremoniously climbed them into her throat. The blonde was staring at me dazedly while I was sliding my fingers to the palate, tongue and teeth. And when, without warning, I drove them deep into, as far as I could - I squeezed my eyes tightly, I grunted twice, choking with coughing, and indecently, though uncontrollably, announced the room with a ringing belch.

- Hello from the depths of the soul? - I smiled, shamelessly wiping both fingers on the edge of her shirt.

- Oh, God ... forgive me, - the blonde confusedly covered her mouth with her palm and, burning with shame, turned her eyes to the side.

- What is natural is not unusual. It's only the beginning. Your reflexes are good, muffled, we will improve, - I promised and patronized patted the girl for the reddening cheek.

How exactly to improve her reflex, I have not decided yet. But the drunken stupidity, inflamed my mind, easily prepared for the blonde the next stage of the test. Looking around, I caught my eye on an empty bucket, which had recently served the role of an integral part of a “smoking device.” With the same look, he faltered about a small tape recorder lying on the student's table, next to the notes.

Violent fantasy instantly generated a cunning plan, crammed into it not only the intimidated Jeanne, but also the numb Alain, whom I had not forgotten, as she could feel reassuringly.

- Whose toy? - I asked, considering the recorder.

“Mine,” Jeanne, who hung her head in a deaf and doomed way, answered, “I’m working as a journalist in the newspaper.” I use it during the interview. And in lectures too.

I turned on the recording and the small speaker squealed with a voice of some unknown type, telling about the exhibition of folk art, whether it was held or planned.

- Is there a blank tape? - I asked a new question, stopping the recording.

“In the first drawer of the table,” came the answer.

Replacing the magnetic carrier, I carelessly, with my foot, pulled the bucket over to Jeanne, who was squinting at him in fear. She undoubtedly guessed what awaited her. And if she didn’t guess, she understood that my preparation does not promise anything good. When I picked up the iron on the floor beside the bed, I unwound the cord to its full length and ordered the blonde to put her hands behind her back - her expression took the form that was final for today. View of a cereal animal driven to a slaughterhouse.

The cord firmly pulled off the wrists of the blond beauty, warning, at the same time, that the more twitching he was, the more noticeable the marks would be. Then he turned on the recording mode on the recorder and brought it to Jeanne’s lips:

“Introduce yourself,” I began the shortly perverted sex game.

“... Jeanne,” a tense voice sounded after a short pause.

- What is Joan? - I asked, not expecting to get any clarification.

“Zhanna ... Knocked down whore Zhanna ...”, an unexpectedly accurate answer sounded in her definition, which in a blink of an eye boiled blood in my veins.

To ask anything else immediately got sick. The tower from the words heard was demolished not childly. After them, I wanted to act .... Read more →