over the skin. Having played enough, she slightly moved forward and began to drive them over my lips. I tried to catch them, but not here it was!

- Want them? - she pronounced languidly.

- Yes! - I twitched my whole body, and the raised member tried to lift the partner pressing on him.

“I have long wanted to feed such a boy ...” she said with a sigh, letting me clutch my nipple, “suck my baby, suck!” And do not forget about the tongue ... It's so great ...

And I sucked! Lips, tongue and even teeth were used. First one and then the second. But the funny thing is, I still have not touched her once with his hand. My excitement overlapped all previously known to me. And she squeezed the already dense chest with her palm, she began to just fuck me with her nipple in the mouth.

And then it was exactly the opposite. She again caressed my body, moving down. And again I lay neither alive nor dead feeling my tongue, lips and swollen nipples sliding along me.

Finally, confident hands unzipped the trousers and in one motion pulled them off along with their underpants.

My erect handsome as a devil from a snuffbox jumped out, trembling with tension. He was stone hard, rearing at an obtuse angle. She just looked at him, but it seemed to me that some invisible hands were stroking him, squeezing in her arms, so much physical was her gaze. Finally, one hand squeezed the trunk, and slowly slipping down, exposed the head, and the other grabbed the scrotum, gently squeezing my testicles in my fist. The tip of the tongue slipped out of the mouth with a snake, walked over the head, wetting the hot flesh, and then the lips parted swallowed first the head, then the trunk. Hot moisture, sliding the tip of the swollen head through the tongue to a depth that was previously unattainable by me ... All this made me move upwards to meet the caressing mouth cave. I slowly lifted her to meet, and Christine's head was placed on my stake every time deeper. I already felt my end penetrate the throat when her lips touched the phallus root.

Another attempt to stroke the body attacking me failed in disgrace:

“Lie down and do not twitch,” she said, leaving my penis alone for a minute, “otherwise I will bind you!” Until I allow you one right: “To watch, but not touch!”.

This rule did not concern her. With her free hand she unbuttoned and slightly lowered her trousers and, sliding under them, smoothed and caressed her vulva.

- I can not take it anymore! - I begged.

- And who asks you? - she looked at me with displeasure, continuing the "torture".

- Oh, - I breathed out when she bit her head slightly with her teeth and then sent the dick to the cheek.

The end rested on the cheek made it swell, and the pressure twitch the head with a clearly visible tuber behind the stretched skin. Feeling that I could not stand it, I shouted:

- I'll finish now!

And almost immediately my cock was outside and there was a slap. A short sharp pain blinded, but for some reason I felt like getting over it.

Grinning, Christina continued her attempts. Finally, full of caresses and bringing me almost to the frenzy, she, holding my drin in her hand and slowly masturbating him, pulled out her hand to caressing her pussy and ran it over my lips. I licked her juices with pleasure, tasting them. And she stuck three fingers in my mouth, and I licked them contentedly, slowly sucking.

Then she got up and took off her pants and panties. She twirled before my gaze and, with a loud hoot, jumped onto the bed and dropped her crotch onto her face. A loud smacking herald of "contact" and my tongue fluttered like a butterfly, seeking to embrace the immense: lick, caress every cell of her pussy. Her inner lips, hardened with blood, parted like sash shells, protruding outward to a good centimeter. Above them stood a clitoris sticking out the size of my phalanx "enveloped" like a sari hood. And when my tongue touched, she shivered him, leaning down, and a hot trickle sprayed on me.Her thighs pressed my hands to my body and I, working on my pussy, tried to raise my hands to reach my nipples through the thigh. Again groan, slight shiver. Not reaching the desired hemispheres, he began to caress the buttocks hard and smooth. And as soon as my finger penetrated the sphincter, the trembling intensified, turning into convulsions. As soon as he came back and forth, slightly scrolling to the sides, she began to finish ... violently, with a cry. The abdominal muscles have shrunk, and she was thrown forward, and a “shower” rushed at me. Without expecting this, I almost choked, taking a sigh. He coughed and tried to get out from under her. If it had not collapsed, freeing me to the side and continuing to twitch from a spasm, I don’t know how, everything would have ended ...

I rolled onto my stomach, trying to cough and catch my breath. Christine lay side by side in the fetal position, still trembling and breathing heavily.

- Everything! - She said - I pass ...

- And I? - confused burst from me.

—... — she made a smile-like grimace.

I'm pissed off! Everything boiled inside me and I “lost my head”. Slipping no worse than an angry cat, I jumped up, grabbed her hair and pulled up:

- What are you, a bitch imagines herself? Finished herself, and I poboku? Will not work!

“Leave me alone,” she said sluggishly, “jerk off myself and let go of your hair.” Painfully.

- Even so! - I said with a threat and pressed my head to the bed, - become a bitch cancer!

She began to twitch, but I held her tight.

- Now it's my turn! Do not twitch bitch let's cancer!

With my second hand, I grabbed her crotch and turned her ass towards me. When she started to twitch, she slammed a couple of times over snow-white “buns”. Two bright red spots in the shape of my palm were sore on my buttocks.

- Aaaa ... - she screamed heart-rendingly, - did you fool around you bastard?

- Not! I just want to fuck you ... And then in a perverted way - in the ass!

“I ...” she suddenly sobbed, “I don’t fuck with men.”

- Lesbian or what? Before you had to think! - I said with a grin, settling down behind her, - consider that I am your girlfriend with a rubber member ... Yes, and bi ... sounds damn attractive ...

- Not! - she twitched.

But I already firmly held her by the sides, with a force driving the penis into the vagina. There was a lot of lubrication, and he entered easily, although it was cramped inside. Clasping one hand over her stomach, I pressed my head to the curtain with the other and with pleasure sat her on a hot, hard cock. She twitched for a moment more, and then she calmed quietly, whimpering.

- Well, how are you? - I asked, not stopping the movements.

- Stop it ...

- Need to add, please! - I sneaked, right off planting a member in it.

My hand, sliding down the stomach, squeezed in her palm her smooth shaved pubis, along with the clitoris and part of the lips.

“Oh,” came the response, and her back arched up, lifting her ass up.

“Relax and enjoy,” I added, seeing her reaction, “you like it!”

“No,” she answered in a whisper, beginning to podmahivat.

Another pair of energetic frictions such that the head of the penis reaches the uterus. And here that roundish subject on which I fell a back comes across my eyes.

A simple plastic dildo, made in the form of a cylinder with a rounded end. No frills as a copy of the penis and testicles. At the next pitching, I pick it up and, after losing it, I drive it into the ass that is stinging from the blows.

- Not! - now Christine is screaming.

- “It's late, my friend, it's late!” - I whisper a phrase from a joke, - “why drink narzan, if the liver is dead!”.

- Take it away! She asks.

But I am inexorable. Putting a blunt end in the stomach, and holding it, I came with a new force. Now two members sink into it: mine and artificial. Through the soft partition I feel how they rub against each other there, inside.

Groans, oohs, and ... oddly enough, the fidge of the hips gives Christina "with her head."

- Well, you love so much! - stating a fact.

- Yes! She suddenly starts moaning at the top of her lungs.

“Then let's do it differently,” I decide.

Dildo flies to the side, and I, leaving the pussy alone, put the phallus on the sphincter and easily slip inside. And again the soul flew to paradise! Loud moans, she twists her ass, like a propeller taking my organ inside. Several energetic butts and now I pour out the sperm, filling her gut. Despite the rapid ejaculation, I continue to play it in the ass. In a minute she ends too. Spasms squeeze the penis, trying to push him out. The groans pass into one long cry, and she tries to crawl away from my movements forward on my stomach. When we moved from the position in the stalls to the position, lying down I did not notice. I grab Christina by the shoulders, not letting her get off her penis, and continue to drill her “on black”. A few more minutes, and finish the second time. And again something is pouring out there.

The sphincter around the penis is smeared with sperm, and it squishes with every movement. I stop and throw off hard to the side, lying on my back. Roast Christine lies next to me. Mascara flowed dirty black smudges, lipstick smeared, hair tousled. Looking in the face, I ask:

- Well, baby, did you like it?

—... - she sobs.

- Next time it will be better! - I promise.

- I am your mother, bitch, I'll kill you! Virgin he! Help Krista! - she shouts to my face, splashing saliva.

Without a beat I beat her on the cheek. Head twitches.

- Shut up! Enjoyed and rejoice ...

I get up hard, and without picking up clothes, I go into the bath and get up under the shower. Hot water washes away fatigue and dirt. After standing in the shower, carefully wash and go for clothes. Christine is still lying on the bed, just turned on her back.

- Go take a shower.

She gets up and, moving her legs hard, walks into the shower. Each step is announced by smacking, and dirty sperm is flowing on the inner sides of the hips. When she passes me, from the heart I slap her on the buttock, lighting another red trail. Christina twitched, squinting at me, but she was silent and left the room.

6. After the "battle".

When the mother returned, Christine, already tidied up everything, and we drank coffee. Her face was still crimson, but she was looking at me normally.

- Well, how are you?

“Fine,” I replied.

“Yeah,” cried Christina.

“I settled everything,” she said happily.

- And I! - with mockery said Krista, having squinted on me.

Seeing that they needed to talk, I reached out and said:

- Go to sleep. Got up early ... - and left the kitchen.

Already undressing and going to bed, grabbed part of the conversation:

“Boo ... boo, virgin ... make a blowjob, and that's it ... ottarabanil me in all holes,” Christina's voice. "Yes you are ... Boo ... boo," the voice of the mother.

I smiled, thinking to myself:

- Let them share their impressions ...

And already half asleep I heard: “I’ve got bruises on my ass ...”. And he fell asleep to the righteous.