on belly hot cunt. At first, I thought that she wanted to continue our game. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) She, swaying from side to side, as if deliberating, burned her stomach with this heat, causing outrage and protest against the member, stretching into a frount. And then she moved to my face, slyly looking at me. Yeah, hooligan? My fingers dived under her, leading her hands away. Hooligans, so hooligans!

- Not! - Her hands stopped the rapid onslaught of mine. - Not.

- And I do not insist. - But the thumbs have already run through the big wet lips, snatching her involuntary sigh. She stole up there, slightly yielding up, and I went down below, catching the edge of a short-cropped glade with my lips. “Then here I am.”

- Tickled. - She rubbed the glade with her palm, holding her hand near my very nose.

- And what will happen next? - I foolishly grabbed her hand with his teeth.

- Naughty. - A smile, if it could be expressed in lumines, it would have lit up not only this hut, but also all the huts on this island.

- Mmmmmmmmmm! - I replied, already grabbed lips fold. A little bit, now with the tongue, again with your lips, walk along its folds, mash.

- Do not stop! - Her voice has become demanding, even mandative. And I just let go of the opened bud in order to remove the hair that came from the lips from nowhere. - Farther!

- How do you order! - The folds obediently parted under my fingers even wider, allowing the tongue to the inner petals. Here is the right, here is the left, and here is her clitoris. Let's make the language better and more! Once soft, once hard, and then a light kiss. And again soft, hard, kiss.

- You were not a woman in a past life? - In the interval between the floods of pleasure, she shifted from knee to knee, resting her hands on the wall. It even seemed to me that at some point she wanted to sit on my face.

- Not. - I emerged from under it. - Why?

- Do not be distracted! - She poked me pussy in the chin, startled by touching the thumb pads to the clitoris. - Farther! Yes! - This lips again began to suck the clitoris. - Do not stop, do not stand. Oh, sweetie! Still! Still! - This is the language passed, making eight on the clitoris.

She finished loudly. Squeezing my head with hot thighs, she stretched up, about to take off to the ceiling, and I held her and finished gaps in the rolling waves of the orgasm with small points of the tongue touch. When the space around her became wide, she let me go, slipping to the member. Now it was my turn to be capricious, demanding, hooing, mooing with pleasure. Victoria worked hard on the penis, but she couldn’t pull out the life energy that was boiling inside me. Then I pushed her aside and earned my hand, even more excited by the fact that her hands touched the penis with my hands, and my eyes, without looking up, looked at the head, which had long ago turned into a purple-violet ball. The first portion, having flown high, fell on her shoulder, the second and subsequent ones, she caught her mouth, often swallowing. After a couple of minutes, we already held each other in our arms, and she whispered to me some words that seemed insignificant, words that knocked deep grooves in me, surprising not only me, but also the one who sits inside me - a cynical, pragmatic businessman . Sex is good, and good sex is a guarantee of health. But what these girls do to me — Masha, Victoria — cannot be described as sex. This is something more.Deeper than sexual satisfaction, or what? Previously, I did not have such a thing, which is why both of us - me and the one who was inside, experienced a little discomfort. We felt that we had lost something important in the past that was rapidly and vividly, the part of our life, something that I want to cry about right now. Just cry. And it is not clear what is it? An outburst of joy or a tearing deeply deep in childhood, a sensitive soul that yearns for such tenderness, breaks out of me? In such a mess of thoughts, I fell asleep embracing her, feeling myself, no matter how surprising it sounds, absolutely serene. Like a child after a game, tired, a little disheveled, but pleased with the result.

***

Spring was advancing on grayed-out snowdrifts, powerfully winning land ownership from the winter. She at night beat frost, trying to freeze everything, but she did it poorly, she fought hesitantly and with bald spots on the ice of the river. My harem, after the New Year rampant of passions, as a result of which we all, at first quarreling in the spray, reconciled, concluded the world war, flowed into the Upper, where I soon moved and I already had the rights of Masha's husband. And it happened immediately after reconciliation. My arrived. My father only raised an eyebrow in surprise when he heard my story about his life here, but he approved Masha's candidacy. About Victoria and Elizabeth just said that girls are good, and polygamy can be a good idea, but difficult to implement in our conditions. My mother, looking at everything that we had on the island, quickly saw through and brought everyone to the clear water. As a result, Masha and I, accompanied by all the inhabitants of the island, went to the district, to the registry office, where our Spiridon had an old sweetheart, who performed on the occasion of the absence of the appointed head of his function. Two hours later, on the street we drank champagne, banging like a cannon, took some pictures and left for the island. Mine lived for a month and, satisfied, departed home, punishing me to firmly resolve the issue of the harem. I decided. The sequence and pairing were coordinated at the general council, causing Vovich and Irina to have a whole gamut of feelings. But there was no rejection. There was some interest, surprise, nothing more. In our small harem, everyone was satisfied. Elizabeth and Victoria, Masha and I all of us even arranged a small gala dinner about the establishment of order within a particular area. I closed my eyes to some, let's say, “liberties” on the part of the girls between themselves, noting the strengthening of Elizabeth’s tragedy to Masha, after their joint evening in the second house. Even at some point, in the early morning, finding them in a non-twinkling position without shirts, pretended that it should be so, left. Although, in me, bunny-devils jumped. Someone else, but I have not tried Elizabeth yet. Masha then looked into her eyes, looking for the answer to her question - did I get angry? But I received an assurance that it only makes me happy. Why? For me, this means that I can always be frank with my wife. Like her with me.

And soon joyful efforts came - Irina gave birth to a girl, Elizabeth - a boy, immediately changing them and our life. Victoria and Masha were rushing around the offices, at the antenatal clinic, clinic, and so on, arriving in some kind of prenatal or forgetful state. In the evening, lying down with two pregnant women in bed, I listened to their story about the past day, turning my head in both directions, stroking their bellies. Why both of them almost purred. Elizabeth first lived with her grandmother, right across the road. But consider that with us, since bathing, feeding, and so on, happened with us. At some point, tired of being dragged back and forth, I began to change the layout of the house, expanding the space. Nothing that became only two rooms, but inside it became much more spacious. Then Elizabeth moved to us, closing all the issues in our relationship - we lived in one family and one - in childbirth. But for the sake of honesty, I can say that at this moment in my life everything was not well.Business went down, following all the curves of the world economy, partners cursed, a foreign source denounced some kind of suspicious fuss around the company. And I did not care. Do not believe it? Do not believe. And I did not care. Having plunged into all these troubles - a little boring, nervous because of the scalls of pregnant women - I moved away from that world, from where I flew out on my all-terrain vehicle in complete bitterness to everything. And I felt a little happy. And now, standing on the edge of a cliff, from which in the summer it will be so cool to dive into a river, I dreamed about the future. What house will be built on the island with the money from the sale of the nest, which I, with such pleasure, willed with this bastard. Although what she is a reptile? Just a woman who lives in money, but does not live life. The house outside the city will be sold, the money will fall to my foreign friend, which will partly cover the costs of the arrangement here. It sounds crazy, but it is. I decided to live here - in this triangle - the island - Superior - Lower. And the city, business, it will be later, if it is. Without money, I will not stay, and if I stay, it will not be very long. I knew that for sure.

Eh! Even in the most audacious dream I could not imagine such a thing! Three women, two of which are my women, and the third is already frankly looking at me with a hungry look, three children and a complete, unchallenged feeling of happiness! No, having a harem is good! Honestly!

***

The white ceiling leaned on me, twirled around, trying to move my head to the side. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, opened it. So, one head, two arms, two legs, a body covered in a greenish suit, a face half-closed with a gauze bandage, remained. What the hell? Like swaddled? And breathing hard, in the throat tube.

- The patient woke up! - This exclamation surprised me, and in the outside world caused a fuss. Who is sick here? I? What the fuck is that?

- Quickly, the complex! - Above me leaned eyes, separated from me with glasses with diopters. “Can you hear me, sick?”

- s! - This tube is in the throat! Nothing can be said. Yes, pull it out, finally!

- All is ready. - Eyes carefully looked to my heart, knocking a spark. And the eyes of a woman, with such a kind of unexpressed melancholy, or what?

- Remove! - A wall of white bathrobes lined up around it. - At the expense of three! - Yes they are, what? Absolutely brutalized? It hurts after all! And what am I in the hospital? Or is it a dream? The same dream in waking, like those from the weather station?

- s! - Why am I here? Where are all mine? Masha, Vika, Elizabeth? What is going on here?

- An injection. - Eyes again leaned toward me. - Do you understand me? Don't try to talk. Well, that you understand. You are in the hospital. You came out of a coma in which you were two weeks old. Now you need a break from the tubes. We'll make a little stick, you sleep, and then we'll talk. Do not hurry! Now you need to sleep well.

- s! - To hell with this injection! I need to talk! Where is everyone swimming away? Stand still But what about Masha? How I miss her hands! Immediately it would be better! Do not lower into the darkness !!!