Finally, her pussy was in front of my eyes. She was perfect. Her lips were smooth and slightly swollen. She really looked like a flower or a pearl shell. Spreading its doors, I did not find pearls there. I found a drop of sperm, a few minutes ago, fucked her man. I was disgusted. But I was still going to lick it off because I promised them both ...

I have seen quite a lot, being a skilled person. Women's word of mouth broadcast amazing news at the speed of lightning. In the office where I worked, all the women knew about me. Even on the street, he often caught their eyes staring, evaluating my lips. I liked to tease them. Sharply sticking his tongue to an exorbitant length, he immediately hid it back. At the sight of such magnificence, their eyes bulged out, lovely eyebrows flew up, and their pretty heads swayed in admiration. For some, the tongues began to clatter with passion, imagining what it would look like.

Too relaxed approached me and directly said that they wanted to meet with the owner of such luxury. Yes, my language was the hope and support of my sexuality. More precisely, he compensated for the length of my very small member, which, even at maximum excitement, barely peeked out of the palm of his arm. I have never measured its size. And not going to do that. But the tongue could stick out at a length of seven centimeters and even more. Try it and you will understand that it is useless to compete with me, even if your member is more than 16 centimeters.

Most women can not get an orgasm, just because their clitoris is small and short. During intercourse, inept men do not stimulate him, even with his hand. Those lucky girls who have a long one, rub them against the male member and get the full sensation of love frictions. But I, deprived of nature in one, delivered to them that they received less from their husbands in the other. Being beaten for it repeatedly, angry jealous spouses.

Not being very physical, I was also an albino. My colorless hair, almost invisible eyebrows on smetana's face, but most importantly red eyes, gave me many unpleasant moments in childhood. The girls, the girls pitied me, and the boys and boys hated for my appearance and feminine weak character. It was easier for me to be friends with girls, to play their games. My poetic nature fought fights and rudeness. And the aspirations and dreams of girls were clear ... for the time being. When they started to grow up and stared at the boys, it was not along the way with me. During a critical age, I became an outcast. We lived together with my mother, rather poor, than rich. I did not know about my father and never asked.

But I soon learned that one more is added to all my shortcomings - my little friend. My first lover pointed this out to me. I lost my innocence at 23 with a woman much older than me. I do not know how much. It seems that she was my mother.

When she saw my scion for the first time, she said: “You know, Alyoshenka, that you will not pass through me. Try better language. I'm sure that you will do better. ” I tried. It really turned out better. Taking pity on me, she gave herself the right way. But if I liked it more, it didn't bring her any pleasure. Soon we parted, I gained some licking experience, and she got me a younger girlfriend. With the second mistress, I felt like a gigolo. She cherished and cherished her young lover, fed, watered and clothed, a shoe. At parting, she threw money at me. I just did not dare to refuse, she was very touchy. But instead asked for oral love. No, she never demanded.She asked, without naming me just as otherwise: “Boy, mine”, often using the word “Mommy” in relation to herself.

- Boy, my mom would like to lick her penis. Do this for me?

And I licked. First without pleasure, and then with pleasure. One day, for a holiday, she invited her two best girlfriends. One younger, the other. I took care of them: I brought drinks and various snacks. They are great relaxed, being in a strong drunk. The hostess allowed them to use me as a servant. I was absolutely not against it. I even liked it - to look after such pretty women like them. Most likely, their husbands did not do what they wanted. I guess I fulfilled their small desires and quirks. He brought them an ashtray, snacks, lightning-fast performing any of their whims. That woman who sympathized with me more suddenly declared that her legs constantly hurt from her work. She asked my mistress for permission for her boy to massage them. Mom agreed, but said it would be expensive.

- How many? - Asked the flushed friend, it was obvious that it was her turn. She wanted to pay a man to let him not for sex, but for something close enough.

- 500! - answered the hostess, - and with caresses - two thousand.

- Agree! - As if supporting the game, she said.

The woman, without hesitation, cracked her purse and, taking out two thousandth bills, put them on the table. Then, coming out from behind the table, she took off her elegant shoes and sat down on a chair that stood a little way off.

I have always been very impressionable in kind. A picture of the auction immediately appeared in my head, as if they were selling me for a temporary use. The auctioneer knocks with a hammer with the words: “Two thousand. Sales!". No matter how strange this may seem to you, I am very excited about it.

Going to the chair, he knelt down. He put one female, beautiful leg on his shoulder. Then, thrusting her hands far under her skirt, she immediately gasped and the paint even more filled her face, feeling for the stocking gum, began to slowly roll it up, as women do, afraid to spoil the fragile product. Frankly, I have long seen what is under her dress. Having completed a difficult, it seemed for a man business; in fact, I had a fairly extensive practice with my mistress, pressed the subject of the female toilet to my face, sighed the divine smell. From the outside it looked quite theatrical. In fact, I did what I like. Then cautious, stroking movements began to massage the pads of her fingers. From my position her panties were perfectly visible. After all, I specially put one leg on my shoulder. She was, as if in a pose with legs apart. Be different, the woman instinctively tried to connect them. Cross or squeeze. But not at this time. This time I could clearly see how her panties gently salad color moisturized.

She flowed. It did not flow at all from the fact that I skillfully massaged her fingers. She flowed from the other. From what paid for the man who will soon caress her. And she guessed how and with what. I was also terribly excited by the realization of this. We sailed with her on the same wavelength. It even seemed to me that my little dick was bigger than usual.

After the fingers, he massaged the whole foot, her calves, knees and a little higher. She sighed languidly all the time and sighed. It is the turn of the second leg. I shifted the first to the other shoulder. Soon the massage came to an end. My mistress and second friend silently watched it. From the awareness of this, I was excited even more. The second girlfriend loudly whispered: “I want it too!” She was ready to pay only for the massage, not knowing what would follow!

“Take your time,” said Mom, “my boy, has not done everything yet.”

Realizing this as a continuation to action, I got up from my knees. He took the girlfriend's dress by the hem and carefully removed it over his head. She was shocked, slightly rising, pushing her sweet booty, freeing her beautiful body from clothes.Her legs were on both sides of me. Slipping both palms under her ass, pulled her to the very edge of the chair. Now her legs were on my shoulders, and the body was not straight, ...