A week has passed. I began to calm down after an incident on my birthday. Lena called several times, in her simple-minded manner, trying to apologize for Fedor and arrange our meeting. I chopped off all the talk about it and she sighed bitterly, complaining:
- Forever you are. At times a good guy got caught, and you ...
That's all over to the next call.

9.
On Saturday night, at about two o'clock, the bell woke me up. Shocked, not understanding anything, I jumped up. Grabbing the phone, she stared blankly at the dark display. With difficulty I realized that they were ringing at the door. Throwing a short robe on the naked body, I have long been naked, I went out into the hallway. In a husky voice, she asked:
- Who's there?
Silence was my answer, and then an apologetic voice said:
- Christina, this is me Fedor ...
“What do you want,” I replied in a fallen voice, feeling the trembling in my knees and the excitement that appeared.
My nipples instantly hardened, and my stomach ached, reminding me that I hadn’t had a man for half a year.
“We need to talk,” came the reply.
I leaned against the door, my forehead sweating. Having mastered the weakness, she whispered:
- Come back in the afternoon ... Come on, drunk?
- No, I now need ... And I did not drink ...

The hand itself reached for the lock. But the remnants of reason prevailed:
- Speak. I'm listening ...
“Open the door,” he said somehow, dully, “I can't do that.” I need to see you ...
- Go away ... - I almost cried, All my defense crumbled to dust from one of his voices, - and what will happen if he touches me? Or take a hug?

The bell rang again. Afraid that he will wake Vasya, opened the door.
- Stop calling. You will wake up the son ... - I whispered, trying not to look at Fedor.
- Can I come in? - he hesitated on the threshold.
- Come in too ... If you came. Only quiet. Come into the kitchen.
Remembering that I was not wearing lingerie, and my dressing gown was so short, I cringed. I closed the door and walked behind, holding the neckline on which my not small breasts tried to crawl into, yet the fourth size!
- Will you have tea, or coffee? - I asked, passing to the stove.
- Kristina?! - he said my name.
“...” I jerked as if from a blow, turning my back to him and pretending that I saw something in the window, behind which there was a solid blackness.
“I want to say,” he continued, “damn, damn, damn ...” he almost shouted excitedly ...

I stood looking out of the window with my unseeing eyes, hardly concealing a shiver and feeling that my strength was running out, and I was about to throw myself around his neck.
He jumped up. There was a blow, a stool that fell off fell, and he jumped and turned me to face him.
Next was what was going to happen. Our eyes met, I, shaken, fell on his chest, and Fyodor, clutching me to him, began to frantically cover my face with kisses. Even my passive resistance ended, not starting, as soon as his lips dug into mine. Grunting deeply, I responded and drowned in a storm of passion that had burst into my chest.

10.
And then, in general, everything went hand in hand ... His hands caressed my body, tearing off my thin robe, and I, like a fool, substituted my cheeks, neck, breasts for his kisses ... Almost without purring in response to his caresses. I just lost my mind! I wanted him now, all at once ... I pulled him into the room. If you think that he resisted, then you are wrong. He grabbed me in his arms, tearing a loose robe on the way, and almost running, he dragged me into the bedroom. Making it easy, as if I didn’t weigh seventy kilograms, but was a simple shopping bag brought from the store. (I will make a reservation. Not a single packet, even with a rattling of eggs, is carried so gently and carefully). Holding me close to me, he carried a sort of “feather” as a child and put it in a straightened bed, bending down. Again kisses passionately until the loss of breath. And he still managed to tear off his clothes. And soon he was already lying there, caressing, squeezing and stroking my teles hungry for the peasant ...And I, as a girl, lay in bed, unable to move, and only sighed heavily, sometimes moaning.
- God, how good! - it was in my head - and where were my brains that evening?
And he, seizing the nipple with his lips, sucked it, rolling his tongue.
“More ...” I could only whisper when he broke away from him.
- Like? - asked Fedya.

I could only nod "surrendering to the victor." The second run and the second nipple gets its portion. The aching heaviness fills the lower abdomen, I feel how wet it becomes between my legs. Belly twitches, bare feet scrape along the folds of the blanket. And the hips begin to tremble in anticipation ... He raised himself on his elbow, looking at my face. I reached out to him and now his soft lips again covered his face with kisses, and my hand, which ran down my stomach and drove me into another stupor, lay on the pubis. I did not have to think, the body itself was adjusted to it. Feet slightly bent at the knees and parted to the sides, giving "full access". A low smack, heard at that moment, like a bell struck in silence.
But to torture me, he didn’t immediately switch to pussy, but at first he pulled the hair that stood on end with desire. And again the wet sounds swept through the room.

- Come on! - unable to stand, I cried almost in full voice, - come on!
- Are you in a hurry? He breathed.
- I want ... - only I was able to squeeze through the groans.
- It's good! I want the same ... But your body ... It does not give me rest from the first minute of my acquaintance. I so want to possess him and enjoy exploring and caressing him ... Be patient, sweetheart ... - he said, lowering his hand to my wet vulva.
- Yes-aaa ... - Toli scream, toli moan accompanied his movement.

Pressing the clitoris, palm, slightly moving from side to side, more and more pressing into the vulva. And one of the nimble fingers plunged into the vagina. There was no strength left, and I just howled from pleasure, expecting what else my tormentor would undertake.
But he didn’t do anything else. We both wanted one and knew it. Quickly moving between my legs, he put his protruding penis, clearly visible in the light of the lamp not extinguished in the kitchen, and hesitated a little, slowly, plunging to the full depth. Doing this, he grabbed my ankles, stretching my legs high and holding them. Silent smacking of the immersing phallus and I already bend the arc with my mouth open and my eyes wide with pleasure. Without even stopping, he immediately moved back and forward again. Gaining speed, he entered me faster and faster ...
- Lord ... - I thrashed about in my head, - how can I feel good!

From his throat breathing rasped:
- As I was waiting for this! - he croaked.
- And I! - only I was able to squeeze out, - I hadn’t had a man for half a year ... - I mumbled, feeling the eyes pinch from rolling tears.

And then I was not to talk. Despite the different weight categories, his thrusts were forced to slide me back, knocking the sheets into a ball, and if he had not intercepted my waist, holding me in place. After five minutes of this pace, I would have flown to the floor. The sighs, oohs, groans, issued by us, did not prevent him from literally hammering my bosom, forcing him to bend and shake more and more from the pleasure delivered to me. Ten minutes later, he turned me like a fluff on my stomach and continued the "execution" holding my hips between my strong knees. Now his hands were squeezing the buttocks, pushing them tightly, and the penis made its way between the inner sides of the hips, delivering additional sensations ... Then I stood on all fours, bending my head to the bed itself and sticking out my ass. And he tirelessly “hammered” his instrument into my long-suffering pussy. My sense of darkness and wonderful sensations darkened my eyes. I could not hold back the screams and just howled with delight. A lump in my stomach grew to the size of the universe, and I gave myself up to the sensations of a rolling orgasm. And then there was an explosion! I flew away, not feeling anything more and not realizing myself. My flight was interrupted by Fyodor's wild growl, and he, having recoiled back, watered my buttocks and back with tight jets of sperm, shouting and twitching something.

Coming to my senses, I thought:
- Something fast ...
But this was not the end of our coitus. Freed from sperm, he again put his still erect organ in my womb, and again with a “piston” he began to walk there “ramming” the uterus. And I felt like excitement, seemingly scattered to pieces, to please all my cells, again going into a tight hot lump in the lower abdomen.
Not controlling herself, she shouted:
- Come on! In the ass!

He heard me or wanted it from the very beginning, but the member abruptly left the vagina, and slowed down a little, slowly entered my anus. Abundantly irrigated with my juices, he did not even require additional lubrication. I felt a tense head aggressively expanding my hole, plunging deep into. My ass, familiar only with the silicone counterpart, began to protest. There was pain, and the stretched little ring was trying to shrink. There were tears in my eyes ... At the same time, a familiar feeling of excitement and pleasure appeared.

It was like a cold after a burn: and it hurts; and at the same time nice. As if realizing my condition, he stopped, and one of the hands began to caress my vulva, and the other stroked her breasts and played with nipples. And as soon as I, having arched my back, began to moan, he began to move. I felt a solid flesh, covered by a ring of sphincter. As she slips inside of me ... And overflowing bliss, moving to a hot pulsating lump in my stomach. And when they joined - "explosion"! My soul “soared” over our bodies and I began to cum. It was a long “journey” ... When it seemed to me that I would die of bliss, he stopped, “throwing” from the pedestal ... In order to “drive” me to a higher level in five minutes.
My legs buckled, and I gently slid down, lay down on my stomach. And he still tormented and tormented the body, not wanting to stop. I already lay uneasy, and wriggled under him, representing a tangle of nerves, fed up with pleasure, but not wanting, and not able to stop them. Semi-delirious half-lives accompanied by moans, I could not shout any more! And then he twitched and began to writhe at me. My spasms, his body stiffened to the crunch of joints, had such an effect that I simply turned off.

I realized that I was lying next to him, carefully covered with a blanket.
- How are you?
“Good,” I replied in a whisper for some reason.
- Can I stay ?!
- Yes! - I exclaimed, clinging to him and more conveniently settling on his shoulder.
He stroked my body, and I just clung to him, feeling that I needed and significant. So we fell asleep without opening our arms.