Yes, out of a dozen women who were “spoiled” by me without having great and all-consuming feelings, I had several cases in which I, very self-confident, to be narcissistic, fucked the ugly. Probably there were three or four cases ... And the first is my very first sex in life. In my twenty years, in the army, at my brother's wedding, where I was slipped a divorced woman older than me for a year or two, who probably knew about it beforehand. And perhaps only had time to change the clothes. Because she barely had time to make the bed. She attacked me like a wounded lioness. When I put my hand between her legs, I was unpleasantly struck by the abundance of its moisture, but even more - thick, hard hair. It seemed to me everything was different, but the booze was a blunder. Well at least on the sheets, and not somewhere in the bushes, bare ass on the cold grass.

I flew into it, as in the fifty, who gave birth to a woman many times, without encountering any friction. The vagina was hotter than I wanted, a couple of degrees. I just wanted to finish it quick. And my future beloved wife was waiting for me from the army, and my conscience gnawed on me. I patiently did not touch my future mate, but I knew for sure that she had tender fair hairs between her legs. *** In the nineties, as the director of my own small furniture manufacturing company, I had to go on a business trip to Kiev. Early on May morning, on a large covered KamAZ, with a sleeping bag, with an elderly uncle-carrier, we set off. On the way, the driver decided to harden. Some of his friends handed over three bags of flour and two bags of sugar for their relatives, living in a small village, or village, halfway from Kiev, near the town of Smila. - It is not known whether we can handle it in a day, - the driver was making excuses, - but, by chance, will be where to spend the night.

Four hours later, after driving about ten to fifteen kilometers from the direct road, we drove into the village. Having wandered a bit in search of the street, we were not without difficulty finding the home of a young family. We were happy to meet a nice young girl with her husband. And, taking the bags as hospitable people, they invited us on the way back to drop in and spend the night. We did not promise, but did not rule out such an option. The hostess - as far as I remember, her name was Sveta - for my taste was of good looks, with thick brown hair, with a beautiful figure, but ... serious after her age. Husband - it was immediately evident, played a minor role in the family. They already had a baby just over a year. Quickly coped with the business, having plunged materials for furniture for dinner, we could return home that day, even at midnight, but anticipating a feast and a warm welcome in a circle of grateful countrymen, on the way back we stopped in the village. Mobile was not there yet, which means that freedom of movement without the knowledge of the wife still existed.

It was getting dark, a small cold rain started, and again we had difficulty finding the house of a young family. Putting on a vacant lot, not far from the house, KamAZ, I went into the courtyard with a driver, and we were led into a spacious, albeit low summer kitchen. They laid a table with hot borsch, potatoes with meat, pickled cucumbers, cabbage, bacon, well, and with a brew of moonshine. As in the best traditions of Ukrainian hospitality, they called their godfather. Qom worked that evening. It would be desirable, of course, that she was externally no worse than the hostess, to make a contribution of novelty and fun, and when she was at work, something more than just a dinner with a drink. But as soon as I saw her on the threshold, entering the room, there was no limit to my disappointment. To say simply “ugly” is to say nothing. The mood has plummeted, I felt sorry for the time - I wanted to go home. The rain intensified. The booze was slowly gaining its momentum. I practically do not drink, I drank only for the company, and in food I am very naughty.Basically, I told some news, stories, as I recall, like, funny and interesting, obviously dedicating them to the hostess Sveta.

In the presence of women, especially young, beautiful, I almost always hit, but here the picture loomed unpromising, but the moonshine did its thing - relaxed. Kuma ran home several times, because she also had a small child, and for the third time she brought us into the company of her husband, drunk as an insole. His night shift ended before midnight due to the insanity of the worker. He did not bind the bastard, but he was screaming at his wife, making it clear who was the boss, and with some jealousy he glanced in my direction. This jealousy was not just ridiculous, but even as if offensive. I have always liked and excited me only beautiful girls. Looking occasionally at the godfather and her husband, I presented their life together and experienced some kind of regret for this skinny, nosy kume, which, having become comfortable with it, began to weave its lines. It was evident from her large admiring eyes, as she might have already fallen in love with a thirty-year-old city visitor in my face, who "saw life and learned a lot." My husband-godfather was no longer poured. Her host husband was still poured.

Secretly it seemed to me that Light wanted it. She also looked favorably and with interest in my direction, supporting the conversation. True, as a hostess, she had to constantly be distracted, run into the house to the child, or for some business. Nimble, economic, under the influence of alcohol, she was also a fun and interesting companion. Finally, by common efforts of the hosts and the kums, they took the godfather home to sleep, but again the godfather did not stay there for a long time. Her punctuated angular body did not seem to me any more interesting. And her admiring eyes I began to clearly like. After a while, I did not notice any major shortcomings - the appearance began to fade into the background. Somewhere in secret, of course, I dreamed that the owner would get drunk, and he would be led away by hands, and the hostess would be the last to remove from the table. But my plans were ruined. The first asked to sleep driver. Then the owner left and pulled Svetlana behind him, they also wanted to lay me down, but I said that I would sleep in Kamaz. We were left alone with the godfather, and for some time after talking we gathered to leave. She walked in front, and in the narrow veranda I still took her by the shoulders, turned her around and kissed her. It seems to me that this did not come as a surprise to her. She excitedly began to hug me and kiss in response. Barely sticking his rather big hand in panties, I felt that she was all wet.

“I'll never see you again,” the young woman began to say excitedly for some reason.
“I’ll never see you again ...” she repeated with a prayer in her voice all the time when I took off her panties and took out my tense cock, thinking where and how to join her.

I could not think of a pose, she helped me, and in the darkness of the verandah I felt the chair. Put on his knees. No, uncomfortable. Next was a table with banks. I pushed them away. And putting it down, legs up, began to jump. Her cave was small, to match the hostess, and I did not immediately manage to drive a member to its full length. It was uncomfortable. Had to become a lap on a stool.

- How do you know how I like? - again the girl began to repeat endlessly ...
- From where? - as if for the first time in her life she felt in herself a real male member ... And I didn’t know myself. I silently fucked her narrow pussy, holding her little body like a doll. I put, feeling that the head rests on the uterus. Never before have I had so many new sensations. I was the way her appearance, lack of beauty, before the ass were preferences in volumes and forms. I fucked, enjoying, owned this godfather and realized that she was in seventh heaven. I imagined myself a Viking, burst into a strange settlement, an invader who did not think about protection, about fate and consequences. I finished it violently, with the roar of the beast, and felt her orgasm as I thought I had never felt before with any woman.She collapsed into a ball, and my penis, already exhausted, were pushed out by strong contractions of her vagina.

It’s not raining outside ...