my gut trickles hot seed.

- Everything, my goddess, is enough, rest a bit, you are a good fellow

“Without me, nothing would have happened,” we touched our lips and “fought in tongues.”

“You've got a blush out,” he said, kissing his cheek. I put my head on his shoulder, after which I took the limp trunk from myself. Pulling out, I felt that everything near the intimate place was flooded with our secretions.

- Nikush, give me some rag

He extended his hand to the bedside table, pulled out some gray rag. Using it, unexpectedly recognized a familiar thing in it.

- This is Serezhkin's favorite T-shirt, where did you get it from?

- Lying on the floor, under the bed

- And he shouted at me, asking: “Where are you doing my favorite T-shirt?”

He grinned

- Hen party then you will arrange?

- What is it, tomorrow morning, in the salon, dress hemming

- You have delayed something ...

And suddenly a thought came to my mind with the words: “Nikush, I am now,” jumped off the bed and rushed into the hallway, returning back with the bag.

- Nikush, can you help me? - slightly lowering the head looking at him frowningly

- Well, how can you refuse? Sit down i listen carefully

Sitting on the edge, pulled out of the package catalog, which I was given in the cabin

- Look, they gave me a catalog with wedding attire, my own eyes run up, you need a solid male word

- Let's see - took the catalog. I tried, moved closer to him, but his massive hand stopped me: "No, you will disturb me, do something for the time being." Dissatisfied with the fact that I was whipped away, I went down, having decided to play with the apparatus of Nicodemus. “Though he will always be happy for me,” I said with some resentment. His sausage blown away was lying on his stomach, waiting for her to be engaged. Stroking her palm, she took it into the cam, bared the head and began to pause with slow movements, after a little while making her lips a ring, put the penis in her mouth. Covering her bare tip with her lips, she began to caress him with the tip of her tongue. Gentle touches quickly brought the "banana" in shape and in my mind, clouded with excitement, the thought came again: to swallow the Nikushi aggregate. Moistening the trunk with saliva, I tried, another one followed her, but alas, both were unsuccessful, and then I saw through the wall of my hair that they were watching me.

- What are you looking at?

- I admire you, then added:

- Let's help - he, removing his hair with his hand, put it on my nape.

“Anya, relax and take your time,” he pressed lightly on the back of his head. So, do not rush. His "plum" literally tore a throat, there was not enough air, but still I looked at it. The pubic hair was already touching my lips, it remained quite a bit, but then the vomiting reflex came up to my throat and, frightened, I turned back. Pulling out the device, panting and coughing, blurted out on the bed.

- Breathe, breathe, my joy, next time be sure to turn out

My throat came to my senses, it was painful to speak, so I answered, waving my head. Seeing my torment, Petrovich moved over and embraced.

- I chose a dress, will you look?

- No - I croaked

- Well, then lie down, rest.

- Not

- Then what do you want?

- I want you, my silly - standing up, I said, getting on all fours in front of him

Having patted me on the buttocks, he gave out in a contented voice:

- Nooo, so I will not

- And why is that?

- I want to take you standing

- Well, come on, Nikush

He slapped lightly on the ass

- Forgot what you promised last time, lying on this crib?

- No - I with great discontent got off the rookery, snapping the pins, took two steps

- Stop, put your legs shoulder-width apart, like that, smarty, now bend your back very slowly, I will tell you when to stop

Inside, everything was buzzing, terribly like sex, I wanted it to end sooner, so I dutifully fulfilled his whims.

- Stop, he stopped the back bend.I froze, forming a 90 degree angle with my body.

- Ideal, now let's go a little

- What to do? - I asked in surprise

- Oh, young people need to teach you everything, put your hands on your ass, but just like that, gently massage, just about, show how you love her. Grab on the fly, well done, now take hold of the buttocks, remember them, show me their elasticity. Now to the sides

- "To the side"?

- Yes, sort them out to the side, repeat a couple more times. Further, I voluntarily began to caress the pussy with my finger.

- Oh, initiative, praise

- Nikodimchik, let's start already, eh?

- okay okay

He put his joints together, got out of bed and took me by the thighs, drove his flesh into my pussy, so much that I almost fell.

- Be careful, I'm heels!

- Do not worry, my goddess, I hold you

Like a hammer, Nicodemus literally drove his nail into a tender container, slamming my soft ass. Swaying from his powerful blows, I felt that I was losing my balance and, so as not to blur the floor, I grabbed Petrovich's lower legs with both hands. Despite not the most comfortable conditions, I quickly caught a wave of pleasure, and after a dozen jolts, I was howling from an orgasm, then I finished once a minute, even though I checked the hours. (Porn stories) And all at the peak of pleasure, she stared at her head into the mirror, intoxicated with her head. In the reflection, I saw my bent figure, glittering eyes of light, straight long swinging hair in unison, and my beloved grandfather, who, pulling me up, stood down, for some reason did not put his unit completely. Any other girl would probably resign herself to getting regular orgasms, but not me!

- Nikush, let's go deeper, stroking his flabby cold hips with his hands.

He immediately responded to the call, having entered the cudgel at full length. I grimaced, screamed.

- Maybe we should not? Asked Nicodemus, in a preoccupied voice.

- No, go on.

Although the member tore a narrow hole, I did not think to stop. Clenching her teeth, she suffered pain, which was gradually replaced by pleasure. Countless orgasms flooded me, making me moan loudly from pleasure, barely enough time to take a breath.

- Am I better than him? - in a powerful voice, Petrovich asked, apparently realizing that I was in seventh heaven

- What?

- Am I better earrings?

- Oooh, Nikodimchik, you are the best

Nicodem added speed

- Daaaa Nikusha, daaaaaaaaa number ohhh one, let's do more ... more ...

I ended almost from every penetration. Distracted by comfort, Petrovich let go of her feet, with her free hands began to pull at her hair and squeeze her chest. Having received a new load, Nicodemus breathed heavily, and then completely fell without force on the bed. Without his support, I fell to the floor with a crash and turned around to see a suffocating old man with a weary face, who tried unsuccessfully to get out of bed.

- Anya, now I'll get up, wait

Realizing that he would not rise, I crawled up to him, kneeling before him

“Nikush, you are well done, rest, I will do everything myself,” by inserting the head of the penis into my mouth, fingering the trunk with my fist, I felt the blood pulsing through his expanding veins. I tirelessly looked at him up and down, not for a second without stopping work. Gradually, his face changed, his testicles clenched, and streams of thick liquid poured into my mouth. I tried to swallow, but it was useless, so when my mouth filled, I released a “hose” that began to erupt in trickles on my face. I closed my eyes so as not to suffer, and when I opened them, the first thing I saw was a drop of sperm falling from the eyelashes. Taking two big sips, freed my mouth from the semen, I turned back to the mirror. The reflection was visible, the whole face was covered with a sticky white liquid, even the hair was damaged.

- Wipe out, this part is dry - in the mirror, I saw a hand pulling a gray T-shirt that was already familiar

I wiped off, got up, threw the shirt into a corner, and smacking Nicodemus in the forehead, said:

- Now you can drink tea

Having washed myself thoroughly in the shower, I, as promised, brewed him some fresh tea. After sitting with him for about an hour, I packed up my clothes, put on my still raw dress and went home.At the threshold I was met by parents who came especially for the wedding (They live in another city). To their many questions, I answered with difficulty my sat-in, which, apparently, I tore off. All the next day I spent in the cabin, hemming a new dress chosen by Nikusha. His keen eye, did not deceive - in this dress I looked just amazing. Tight-fitting outfit on a corset, slightly opening the back, emphasizing all my charms, but at the same time, without showing them who should not. Walking along the ZAGS carpet, I felt like a queen, seeing the jaws of the wedding guests sag. On the party, my newly-made husband had pretty much gathered up and with great difficulty got into my womb on the first wedding night. In order not to upset him, I had to imitate an orgasm.

On the third day after the wedding, we flew off to honeymoon, to Nice, for three weeks. I must say that the rest was just awful: Seryozha, without departing from the wedding feast, continued to sour here (All inclusive, what to say), while flirting with French noses, and in the morning he ran on a date with the toilet. For three weeks he made me only two “approaches”! Two! Local cuisine: cheese, pasta, pasta and some herbs, by the end of the trip I started to vomit from all this. If it were not for the sea, I probably would have lost my mind. Sometimes on lonely warm nights, I locked myself in the room, watched wedding photos published by my friends on VKontakte, looking at my dressed-up Nikodimchik, who was looking at me from the photo with a smile. I was surprised to realize that I miss this gray-haired tea lover, not only sex, but his face, voice, hands, gait, even his nasty drink. Oh, I am deeply embarrassed at the seventy-year old man and did not somewhat regret it.

After exactly three weeks, I sat on the plane, silently flipping through the playlist of the MP3 player, which was kindly provided by a sitting woman. The songs were completely unfamiliar to me, so I chose random. In the headphones, the song “To the only tender” by Lyubov Uspenskaya played, which made me forget about everything in the world. And leaning back in her chair, she said to herself: "I am going to my beloved one."

From myself: The history of Nicodemus will certainly continue, in a month, a maximum of two will be continued, now I would like to work on new projects. There are a lot of ideas, but I am interested in the opinions of readers. I am interested in many, except, perhaps, gay themes. Write your suggestions and comments in the comments.

Always your author - Dark Figure.