- I taught myself to think that all phenomena are very complex, and in fact they are delightfully simple, - saving for conscience, the hops tenderly spoke to her. - It’s already too late to build the old wicked one. Isn't it easier to play your new role to the end, enjoying yourself.

The beach with sun loungers and fungi lurking in the night in anticipation of dawn, swam in front of Lisa's eyes, and the whirling, flashing smiling faces began to seem joyful, friendly, positive. Someone slapped Lisa on the ass, someone pinched the chest. Instead of indignation, she started up, got excited, felt a languor in the abdomen.

Laughing men clung to Lisa, depicting wild dances of the tribe Mumba-Yumba. The woman was tightly sandwiched between several guys, like a sandwich stuffing.

Someone excessively mischievous pulled over the straps of the dress, and it fluttered easily from the hostess. Now she was standing right in the middle of a crazy round dance, completely defenseless, remaining only in elegant sandals and narrow, thin panties of bright red color.

- Absolutely fucking baba! - a female voice sounded contemptuously, unfairly and categorically condemning only Lisa.

Perhaps, if she was indignant, shouted, offended, everything would have ended, but Lisa was frankly confused, not knowing what to do. She tried to get her dress back, but the drunken, addictive “try, take away” game began to boil around. While Liza, risking falling, arms outstretched, trying to take possession of her clothes, the raging guys threw a crumpled dress over each other, like real athletes. Trying to translate everything into a joke, a woman with a stupid smile jumped on the sand for clothes, as if for a ball, shamelessly shaking nude boobs and swinging buttocks. At some point, Lisa could not keep her feet, fell to her knees, and froze on all fours, unable to stand up.

It is possible that if she was in her place, another woman, like this: drunk on the sand, it could cause disgust. But tall, stately, possessing expressive beauty and proportions of an adult woman, Lisa, in spite of everything, aroused desire.

The air smelled of tension, from males of hormones, from women, and jealous hostility from women.

“I'll take this drunken fool into the room until she was raped right on the beach,” Paul said loudly to all those present.

Before the room Lisa had to drag. Pushing her into the room, Pavel wondered for a split second if he couldn’t leave, having fulfilled his promise, but the appearance of a rash, half-naked Liza destroyed doubts.

“How did you turn into such a fucking lison,” the man growled under his breath, remembering his former, modest classmate.

Liza seemed to wake up, startled, as if she was ready to protest, but then she faded.

- Pashenka, I know you will never forgive me again !!! - with a sudden insight whispered a woman, stray tongue.

To challenge her right, Paul was not going to. Going into the bath, he took out a moisturizer from the shelf, squeezed his hand, sniffed, appreciated, and returned to Lisa. A slightly sober woman with a expectantly-guilty face was sitting on the bed, closing her round knees.

- Get up cancer! - Pavel said firmly, pronouncing each letter with pressure.

In response, Lisa started, as if she had been hit, fluttered, bit her lip. It seemed to Pavel that a little more, and women's dignity would be overpowered, but the internal struggle with herself ended for Liza with another defeat. She climbed onto her bed with her legs, leaned on her arms, bent, getting up on all fours with the submissiveness of a serf girl before spanking.

Pavel stretched out his hand and grabbed the fleshy female buttock in his hand, squeezing it with his fingers, strongly and inexorably, enjoying her warmth. When he slowly, as if performing the necessary medical procedure, he began to lubricate the neat anal opening with cream, the woman trembled, but did not object.

Pavel had the feeling that she perceives what is happening, as a punishment for her dickhead, does not protest, does not oppose, wanting to redeem everything, make amends, bargain forgiveness. The member entered with difficulty, gradually, slowly, in millimeters. Lisa stirred and breathed deeply, like a woman in labor at the time of attempts.

- Caress yourself, you fool! It will be easier and more pleasant! - Pavel advised, not wanting to cripple her.

Executive Lisa fluttered her fingers over the clitoris, and right in front of Pavel her anus began to open, turning from a tight, chaste ringlet into a neat but distinct hole. In the minds of Paul flashed pictures of yesterday's orgy. After talking with Lisa, he already knew that she worked as a head teacher at a private school. The director of studies is a whore, who for an hour was bred for sex, fucked in three, was let in a circle. From these thoughts, Paul, with contempt, felt an additional, wild, animal excitement. He did not want to feel sorry and delicate with Liza. He increased the pressure, and the penis slipped into Lisa to the testicles, all its depth. The woman howled in a bad voice, but did not make a single attempt to free herself by accepting her fate.

- The bitch is not ashamed to suck the unfamiliar man in front of a spree company. A pussy without a dress, jumping, as if wound up, with dangling tits, and a bare asshole, Paul mentally turned on, increasing the tempo.

Lisa could not stand his pressure, collapsed on his stomach, but the member remained in it, and now Paul covered the woman like a mare, enjoying the hot body that was twitching under him. To make it easier to enter, he used his legs to push her apart, as if training Lisa before the gymnastics competitions.

When he left, Lisa continued to lie, buried in a pillow, as if inanimate.

*****

If at the beginning the celebration of the anniversary of the scientific institute took place in a normal, regular mode, then by late evening everything was rolling uphill.

Slandering against his colleagues, Professor Petr Petrovich Kolesnikov flew into the first restaurant where he ordered a bottle of vodka in Hussar.

After draining almost half, Kolesnikov met the guys sitting at the next table, and soon began to feel such warm, friendly feelings for them, as if he had spent all his previous life with them in the same front-line trench.

Enough, having smoked in a restaurant, Kolesnikov and his new acquaintances: Pavel, Mikhail and Vlad, moved to karaoke, where the professor unexpectedly discovered for himself an excellent knowledge of the repertoire of Grigory Leps, that he immediately, proudly showed to his new friends.

Then there was a fight with some insolent subjects, and Kolesnikov, with even greater surprise for himself, managed to cut down one of his opponents with an excellent boxing punch, after which his authority rose to the skies.

Feeling like a brave Gascon, Kolesnikov, accompanied by three musketeers, went to a private sauna, where he steamed for a long time and also soaked in the pool for a long time, enjoying the pleasant company heartily.

Having once again left the steam room, and settling down at an abundant table designed for the most refined taste, the professor fell into a pleasant, drowsy state, and therefore did not pay any attention to cunning glances and winking at new friends.

Suddenly, someone's hand touched Kolesnikov's leg. Pulling back, the professor glanced down and was surprised to find a half-naked woman climbing under the table. Because of his natural myopia, he did not examine her face, appreciating only a luxurious cloud of blond hair, and ripe, melon-filled melons of breasts. The intentions of this woman were obvious. With gentle persistence, she quietly pulled Kolesnikov's legs apart, penetrating under the sheets with which he covered himself.

- Surprise, professor! - Paul, Vlad and Michael screamed in unison, rejoicing at the effect produced.

Kolesnikov's second intervals were enough for the warm, gentle hand of a woman to take possession of his member immediately responding to this with the most decisive ... Read more →