“And God said, Let there be light. And there was light.
And God saw the light that he was well,

And God separated the light from the darkness.
And God called the light of the day, and the darkness of the night.

And there was evening, and there was morning: the first day

Bible. Being. Chapter 1.

Chapter 1. "It is difficult to resist a woman if you are already standing."

I sleep soundly. This night was no exception. After the bath, and the "tests" transferred there, the body required rest. The exception was awakening. I woke up from the fact that the member stands as a pillar, and someone caresses him. Not immediately, but remembered yesterday. He opened his eyes and looked at his feet, who is so extravagant wakes me up. First I saw the ass, covered with small transparent panties, then the top of the head caressing me, and Maria realized! Squinting eyes, sweeping up his hands, asleep Vera. I stretched out my arms and covered her head with them. The head moved more vigorously. I began podmahivat in the rhythm of movement, raising and lowering the pelvis. Hands at this moment, pressed his head down, forcing deeper swallow member. I felt her breasts, with swollen nipples, pleasantly rub against my hips. Her priest fidgeted from side to side, in front of my eyes, as she tried to rub her hips, each other. I felt arousal and desire. Again, I wanted to feel my penis in her “hole”, to hear her squish at my movements, how her body leans under me, how she shakes in spasms of orgasm. Feel her breasts under her arms, their softness and suppleness, the hot hardness of swollen nipples and hear moans and voluptuous sobs! Looking up from my dreams, I lifted her head and said: Let's go to the top! I want you, all of you, until the last “piece”, to the last cell, of your desired body. She smiled. Come soon, I can’t wait, I want to feel you in myself, I want, I want, I want ... We quietly stood up so as not to wake Vera, and went upstairs to the bedroom. As we climbed the stairs, I climbed into her panties. She was ready, the crotch all wet, melting wet like after washing. She was walking, holding me by a member, probably insurance, and suddenly run away! (That I am a fool, perhaps, to run from this place and from these graces?)

As soon as the door closed behind us, I yanked her face to me and dug into the hot and soft lips, with a kiss. Our tongues met in a frantic "dance of desire." My hands recognizing stroked and caressed her body, and especially such enticing breasts. Call them tits, did not turn the language. A hand pulled her panties up to her knees and propped her boss up to her vulva. The familiar moan, and now her hand more conveniently clasps my organ, and caresses the scrotum. So without separating, we move to the bed. When she rests on her backside, she puts her on her back, jerks up her legs and puts her lips to hers. She freezes. And I have a familiar scenario, I process the clitoris, labia and the entrance to the womb with my tongue. The taste of a woman, the taste of a mature woman, ready to fuck a woman ... What could be better and tastier? Probably only the taste of two women, in the same situation! She moans, I growl with delight and desire. The head "smokes" ... Without thinking, I straightened up putting a member to it and began to drive it, in the same place where I had just worked my tongue. She pulls up the pelvis and tries to move forward to the member. And her hands at this time squeeze, until the fingers, chest whitening, and just the same "unscrew" their nipples! I hold it in place, I do not enter, but just started to clap my cock on the buttocks. She is exhausted from desire, almost shouts: come on, stop torturing me, I will die of desire now, I want, I want, I want !!! But I do not beg, I'm waiting. To heighten the effect, he also began to caress his trunk with one hand, without bringing it closer to the cherished place.

Having tortured her a little more, I entered, moreover, slowly, with stops, without letting it move itself one iota! She is already in a loud voice shouting: Torturer, "reptile", come on faster! In response, I leave her bosom, and stop. She fell silent, and suddenly tears flowed from her eyes. At that moment something clicked in my head, I saw us from the side, as if my eyes had moved to the ceiling, someone said in my voice, TIME, and I immediately “brought down” a “blow” on her vagina! I entered it with one powerful impulse, immediately and to the end. I felt the head take out the uterus, hear the loud slap of my thighs, on her buttocks, and felt the scrotum blow on the butt. Without stopping, I earned as a motor: entering and exiting not. The rhythm and depth of immersion, the speed of entry and exit, easy wagging of the pelvis with the introduction and almost instantaneous first and most desirable orgasm. Sweet cramps, not screaming, and continuing rhythmic entry of the penis into the vagina. Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm ... So it is given to him, and we, as a whole, merge in motion. Entry, exit, entry, exit, entry, exit ... Grasp the breasts, grab the nipples ... kiss, distorted face in a fit of passion ... and again: Entry, exit, entry, exit, entry, exit ... Shudder orgasm, not passing shiver. They go in succession, without stopping. They go at a given pace: Entry, exit, entry, exit, entry, exit ... And a cry, a long cry, full of voluptuous flour: Yes !!! ... More !!! ... I want !!! ... Stronger !!! ... The body is curved under me, the fingers of the hands are compressed into fists, nails, they scratch the skin until blood: Yes ... input, more ... exit, I want ... input, stronger ... exit! It lasts forever, and maybe longer! I'm coming too! And also scream.

Such a long-awaited sense of freedom, fly away, probably as from drugs. Muscle contraction, streams of sperm splashed into the vagina ... And in the temples still knocking: Entrance, exit, entry, exit, entry, exit ... I fell powerlessly to Maria. She is almost without feelings. The eyes are empty, in them only orgasm and rhythm. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) The mouth is open, but there is no sound. The body is shaking, both with me and with her. And then silence. Only the sound of two people hoarse breathing and silence. Breaking through the body, the sound of hearts. I finished, she finished, we finished.

We probably lay half an hour. There was no power to move. Pleasant languor rolled under the skin ... Wow, said Maria. What was it? I "died and then resurrected" and so several times! She raised herself up and kissed me, I had no strength to answer. They were no matter what! I went all out in this rhythm that captured me, he was still pounding in the temples: Entrance, exit, entry, exit, entry, exit ... We crawled onto the bed, I pressed against Marie’s soft chest and with the soothing beat of her heart, fell asleep, fell asleep like a child on the mother’s breast, under her protection and protection.

Chapter 2 «Freedom, freedom, eh, eh, without a cross! Tra-ta-ta!«

The second awakening was hard. I seemed to carry bags all night! I lay still there, on Maria's chest.

Well rested, she asked?

It seems I said.

It is necessary to rise, you overslept for an hour and a half. By the way, Vera has not yet risen.

And I thought that we had awakened the whole village with our shouts!

By the way, she asked: What was it? You have surpassed yourself. This, this was something. So I had no one!

I thought and answered: “It looks like it was a kind of trance, self-hypnosis, if you want! I entered into him, and you, falling under his rhythm, also entered into a trance. It seems that you and I have given all the strength to the action, garnishing the continuation of the race. It happens when people are threatened with degeneration, I read somewhere about something like that. ”

We were silent. I thought to myself nothing in this life just happens, as if she did not "fly." But all these considerations passed on the verge of consciousness, and I did not attach importance to them. We got up, the whole body ached, like after hard physical work.

We must wash, she said.

Yes, it is necessary. Let's go to the bath.

Maria threw a short robe, but I picked up the pants, not wearing them. Silently we descended the stairs and reached the bathhouse, there should be water there. During the night it does not cool. Come on, I scooped in two ...