I did everything, thanks ...

“Then I will go,” my voice went out.

“Or maybe tea or coffee?”

- Thanks, no.

- And if stronger?

- It's possible!

As you know, hope dies last, and I stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind me!

— 4-

She tried to turn around, and we ran into ... Christine swayed, and I automatically hugged her, supporting her. It was a wonderful moment ... I felt her shudder at my touch, trembled, and a muffled moan escaped from the lovely plump lips.

“Sorry ...” I began.

But the continuation of the phrase was interrupted by her lips clinging to mine. My “roof” was completely blown away, and I strongly pressed my trembling body, kissing myself and “reveling” in return kisses. Further, everything was like in a beautiful dream. My hands greedily, but gently stroked her gorgeous forms, and she just moaned, eyes closed. The belt was somehow untied, and I kissed her neck, lowering my lips. The snow-white breasts that I got to, in general, drove me crazy. A large, swollen nipple rolled like a grape in his mouth. The tongue just flew, stroking and licking it. She slightly threw back her head and put my hand on the second breast.

- Squeeze her ... stronger! - whispered lips.

Grabbing the brown bead of the nipple, I, trembling with excitement, rolled it between my fingers.

- Stronger!

- Yes, - I squeezed out of myself, for a moment, breaking away from the white hemisphere, and squeezed my chest.

- Oh ... How good - a playful pen, ran over the pants trying to unbutton the riding breeches.

I switched to kissing the second breast. And the hand, in the meantime, slipped on the stomach in her little panties. Hot smooth-shaved pubis literally leaned towards me. Even lower ... and the fingers are just sucking in the hot and moist flesh of the vulva. Her knees move apart and her fingers sliding down into the vagina.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?”

- Now! - I grab her in my arms and carry her into the room, continuing to kiss the desired lips.

Carefully laid on the sofa, frantically dragging his boots and riding breeches. Stripping jacket and shirt. And already leaning my lips to her stomach, I drag everything else. Strongly ditch interfering panties, throwing away the remaining flaps. Here he is the subject of adoration and passion. The orchid of femininity, oozing with “nectar” and causing lust. I cling to it with my lips, caress my tongue, helping with my fingers. Christine groans, growls like a lioness, fidgets and fights under my pressure. Hands grab my head, trying to press tight to the source of "love." Nails, claws seize the hair, leaving bloody scratches on the skin.

- Still! She admonishes.

The tongue falls into the calling hole, and it chokes with a cry, rising to meet the crotch.

Through the dull beats of the heart in my ears I hear: "Give!". It does not immediately make sense to me, although her hands have long been slid over my hip trying to get to my dick. With a jerk I lift her off the couch and lie down myself, lowering Christina on her stomach. She, twisted like a snake, lies on top of his feet to the head. And then my body sucks in her mouth. With a gasp, I fall to the womb again. My lips suck and caress the clitoris, and the fingers, falling into the vagina, “make a revolution there,” moving back and forth with unimaginable speed.

I feel the tongue of a delicate butterfly fluttering on the head of the penis. And after a moment, the organ falls into his mouth, sliding along this tongue like an icy, but hot hill. As the fingers are massaged and gently crush the scrotum, rolling inside the swollen testicles ...

And then everything stops. It becomes quiet and silence tears piercing and begging moan:

- Want! Now!

I want too! Again, I lift it in my arms, it is not difficult for me. I put it on the sofa with cancer and slowly begin to drive my head swollen from caress over swollen lips and clitoris. Christina arches her back, slightly back, trying to strung on my phallus trembling with excitement. But I do not let her do it, holding her hips.

- Faster! - trying to break free, she asks.

- Early! - I rumble, tapping the barrel on the vulva and buttocks.

- Come on! - she almost roars ...

Putting the head to the "crying" vagina and slowly pressing down the hips. With a soft sound smacking, the head, and then the trunk are immersed in the "cave." I see how the skin around the vagina, which adapts to my size, stretched like a whitish ring, fixed buttocks stiff, and my back arched.

Light slap on the round bottom, instant muscle relaxation and I burst inside.

- Awww ... - moans, toli she exhales the air, - slower ...

I'm starting to move. At first slowly, but patience is not enough for long ... Gradually I accelerate ... faster, even faster ... Groans fill the volume of the room. She is no longer standing on all fours, and she began to move - podmahivaya. And now we are already in unison "rushing to the still far finish"! She pushes her hands off the sofa and presses her back to me. Her body arched forward, her head turned to the side, and her soft, bitten lips looked for my mouth. Slightly stooping, and here we merge, in some strange kiss. At the same time copulating. My thighs and the body powerfully go back and forth, pushing through her narrow vagina, our tongues entwined in a “mad” dance, and my hands squeeze and squeeze her snowy-strong and at the same time soft breasts. She moos unable to break the kiss ...

Finally, our lips "burst":

“Let's go to the bedroom ...” she whispers, but she herself does not let me tear myself away from me, putting my hands back and clutching the buttocks.

Stabbed nails scatter skin, stop and begin to scratch again. With difficulty I pull her hands off myself and, like a doll, lift it, unfold it to my face, and it slowly slides down me until it is strung on a substituted member. Her legs hold me tightly over my lower back. I cling to me and, grabbing the hips, with my hands I make it move up and down. Having caught the rhythm, she starts to move herself, and I move slowly towards the bedroom.

- I ... so ... still on ... hands ... do not carry ... it! - Christina whispers happily in my ear - how can ... this ... with ... yatno!

Reaching the bed, not in a hurry, I put her back on the blanket, without stopping her main occupation. So we grappled, and we laid down. I was on top. And as soon as she eased her grip, she pulled her legs up to the ceiling, placing herself on her shoulders. And again rushed "jump." My “ram blows” made her shiver and twitch, while I put everything on and struck them. Then she trembled, her body twisted with convulsion, and Christina finished, loudly declaring this to the whole outpost through a loud cry:

- Yeah-hh ...

She still wriggled, "broken" by spasms, and I, without losing time, fell in on the side and, lifting my nearest leg, again penetrated into it. While her mind was “breaking through the jungle” the orgasm again earned her “piston” by chasing it inside.

- More ... - whispered insatiable lips.

And I, fucking her, crumpled and frantically squeezed strong breasts, sucking the nearest nipple, like a child.

- Yeah! - her nails slashed my side, leaving behind a bloody groove.

The second hand, clutching the bed, crumpled and pulled the sheets as if trying to break ... Then lay down on top. And again, my body was drilled, walked, penetrated the cherished hole, driving her into a magical trance orgasm. We finished together and I did not have time to leave her womb, filled it with seed. He stopped only for a moment, when everything started to continue his movements right there. Sperm squished and smacked in the vagina, splashing outwardly caught by streams running down the thighs, giving way to my organ, which methodically drives inside. It seems that she did not have the strength to speak:

- Awww ... - she howled, twisting her whole body.

Although sometimes there were other sounds:

- Schёёёyuuu, hhhchu ...

- That's because an insatiable girl! - flashed in my head, and was gone.

I don’t know how she is, but even I, who ran ten kilometers in full length and calmly passed the obstacle course after that, began to tire.

- Come on! Faster! - she fought almost in hysterics.

And I gave. My movements became ragged, but powerful. After each push, she moved forward slightly until her head rested on the headboard.

Here is her disease and grabbed.I once saw a man fighting in epilepsy, and so it was twisted harder! My cock squeezed so hard that only from this it was possible to finish. And I ate managed to leave the "hospitable hostess" and, standing beside him, finished on her face. Mainly got into the mouth open like a chick, requiring, to eat, a small part of the spray covered face and even chest. Finishing, I screamed like Tarzan, chasing his monkeys ...

We were lying next to each other. Breathing calmed down, the heart stopped thumping, clogged in a normal rhythm. She reached out to me and, having kissed, asked:

- When will you leave?

- It is time? - I was surprised and looked at the clock, they showed half past eleven nights.

- No ... I just ... - she did not finish the sentence, - do you want to eat?

- No, - I wanted to say, but the brain, controlled by the stomach, said, - yes!

- Now I will get up and gather on the table ... - she languidly stretched.

The body whitening in the darkness relishly stretched, the breasts appetizingly moved, and the nipples swayed invitingly ...

- Then! - I whispered in her ear, and ... it all started again ...

We never got to the kitchen. As soon as it began to move, after another time I was seized with desire. And I again and again proved her viability in bed.

I left before dawn. We stood in the hallway for a long time and kissed. I already caressed her body in a businesslike way, thinking to myself:

- Her husband will come back ... And what will happen ?! - not at all regretting what happened - this is an insatiable beast! - and he smiled in his heart, squeezing his chest and hearing her sighs and moans.

Already closing the door, she whispered:

- Come in the evening ... My return is only tomorrow ... - and mischievously glittering eyes, closed the door.

The lock clicked, and I, inhaling deeply the fresh air, went home, at least a little sleep.

Epilogue.

— 5-

In the morning, just waking up, I grabbed the phone. I dialed the number and looked at the hooters with impatience:

- One two Three...

“Hello,” a sleepy voice heard in response.

- How are you, kitty?

“Normal,” came the pause.

Hardly holding back impatience, he asked:

“Did anyone come yesterday?” I asked quietly.

A second pause and an indifferent answer:

- Not! What should have been?

- Here is the foreman reptile - I thought to myself - promised the same!

“I don’t know, I asked,” I began to get out.

- When are you waiting, honey? I missed ... - in the voice came the breathing and the call ...

- Tomorrow, my dear, they will release me at lunch, I'll be at home in the evening!

- Dear me, it's time! We need to get ready for work ... Slept ...

- See you tomorrow, honey!

* * *

In the afternoon, waiting for an estimate for the exercise performed on the leadership of the assault assault maneuver group, I suddenly realized:

- But she lied to me! She had someone! And she talked to me wrong! And the tone is like that of a well-fed kitty ... How to drink, it was! I'll come and find out!