I had to celebrate the New Year in Dima's country house. And not a simple house, but in a real three-story wooden cottage in Peredelkino, indistinguishable from the rich dachas of Soviet writers about the neighborhood. I don’t know how Dimka, or Dmitry Alekseevich, as students at the university politely called him, snapped off such a summer cottage, but he was clearly not shy about having New Year parties in it.

The house had a lot of rooms, a huge living room, a veranda overlooking a stretch of old pine trees, and in general there was an atmosphere of solitude and comfort. Dimka invited a mob of students who secretly adored him, about the same number of students for balance, me and a couple more people of his age. In addition, he was not stingy to enrich the festive table with food and drinks that were inaccessible to the student’s pocket, so that the party began with a bang.

Tired of food and dance, our noisy community after midnight crumbled into small groups that wandered around the rooms of a large house. Three people remained with me in a small old office: a modest, but very cute freshman Galya in an elegant dress to her knees, her girlfriend Vika, dressed a little more defiantly, and some student Vitya. We met when we sat together around the table, and the four of us remained to spend the evening.

Of all the three, only Galya could not stop calling me “you”, although the difference in ten years is not that big. And in general, she was so nicely embarrassed, talking to me, and so blushingly flashed when I had a chance to give her a compliment. The student Vitya almost all the time drowned his eyes in the decollete of a wicked woman, Vika, whom this obviously did not bother.

From conversations we went to the games: first simple, then more interesting. Addition to the third game was the punishment "Thing or desire", where the loser either fulfills the desire, or takes off a piece of clothing. At the next round, I wished Vika to kiss Vitya on the lips, and Vika literally “took her revenge” through the course, wishing me to kiss Galya. Gali had delicate cherry sponges, and she herself visibly trembled by this idea. I approached her, first gently touched his lips to her lips, and then covered her lips with a slightly more active kiss. She barely responded to me.

When the desire for kisses became more frequent, the girls began to choose more often to take things off, gradually undressing to their underwear. Under the elegant dress of Gali were beige panties, bright patterned bust and the finest flesh-colored stockings.

Vika showed black lace panties and a bra, and black stockings with a wide fringe. I sat in front of the girls in a T-shirt and narrow swimming trunks, and Vitya was naked to the waist: there were only jeans on it. Galya lost twice more and each time slowly, very eroticly took off one stocking. She pictured the leg in the center of the circle and rolled the stocking along the entire length of her slender legs down. It looked just incredibly exciting. I was glad that the T-shirt covered at least a bit the tight knoll on my swimming trunks.

Now I lost, won Vika.

“Well, desire,” I said.

Vika shot at me with eyes, then at Galya. Then again at me.

- I wish you spanked Galechka. According to the pope. Five slaps as it should. - Saying this, Vika gave Galya a meaningful look, and she in response confusedly lowered her eyes.

I thought that she probably knows something about Galya that everyone else does not know. Galya just raised her head again and I looked at her inquiringly, say, come on? She nodded.

- Standing or on the table? - I asked her.

Instead of answering, Galya got up, turned to the desk in the study, and obediently laid her stomach on him, sticking out her beautiful ass in beige panties for punishment. It was a delightful sight: everyone watched, mouths open.

I got up, approached her and gently stroked her buttocks, as if trying on. Velvet skin and delicate panty fabric nicely spring under my palms. I still a little bit crushed so meekly given me a girl's ass for beating, and raised my hand to strike. Galechka visibly stiffened in anticipation - and I loudly lashed her palm over the buttocks. Oh, what a pleasure it turned out to be - to slap on the ass with almost impunity an almost naked, sweet girl in front of strangers. This was all - and the beauty of her humble body, and her sweet reaction, screaming and arching, and power over her, and touching the girl's skin and underwear.

Having measured five strong slaps, I let go of Galya and sat down on the spot, trying to cover my swimming trunks with the edge of the T-shirt, in which there was no place for an excited member. Galechka also sat back, rubbing her ass. However, she did not look upset or offended. I smiled at her, she barely noticeably smiled at me and the game continued.

My thoughts turned out to be completely fascinated by the last scene: a girl lying on her stomach on the table, sticking out her ass, strong slaps on the delicate skin. In all of this there was some charming attraction, I could not stop thinking about it.

In the meantime, a few more laps of the game took place, I lost, and Galya won. She looked at me searchingly and said:

- I wish five more slaps.

- to you? - I was surprised.

- To me.

- Well, let's go. - I stood up, intending to spank her again on the table.

Galya got up from the floor, but was in no hurry to lay down on the table. Instead, she pulled back a chair and nodded at me:

- Sit down, please, Alexey. And then I am very uncomfortable on the table.

I sat down.

- Now hold me.

She went sideways to my right, leaned over and dropped her tummy and hips in my lap, so her ass was right in front of me. I grabbed her by the thigh with my left hand and stroked her right ass. Oh, that was amazing. The girl in one lingerie, lying ass up on my lap, and waiting for the slaps, which she herself wished.

I suddenly realized that my hot cock through the melting rests against her thigh. But moving it was too late. I again rubbed Galina's buttocks, as if kneading, then he pushed the bottom edge of the panties with his fingers and gathered them together, as if stuffing them into the crevice of the ass, so that more skin was exposed for a slap. It was impudent, but Galya did not comment and waited patiently.

I began to weigh slaps, then one buttock, then another, with pauses and strokes after each slap. Galya shuddered from everyone, quietly stifled, but on the whole she endured. When the fifth slap ended, I began to simply stroke her on the velvety skin of her back, on her ass and legs, as if comforting her, but in fact simply enjoying the touches of her beautiful body and greedily examining each dash. The girl was in no hurry to get up.

Raising my head, I looked at Vitya and Vika. These two, it turns out, meanwhile, embraced and kissed furiously, forgetting everything. I gently spat Galechka on the ass, they say, stand up. She rose awkwardly, and instead of getting up, she knelt beside me. Her eyes also focused on a kissing couple.

I slid down from the chair, sat down on my knees next to Galya and looked into her face. Our eyes met and we seemed to nod at each other at Vitya and Vika, they say, let's go too?

Another second, and we already kissed: hot, passionate, not at all like in the game. Galya was excited, her palms had already got under my T-shirt and stroked my naked body.

I also kissed and stroked her, enjoying the sudden intimacy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vitya and Vika at the other end of the room: Vitya sat naked on the floor, while Vika sat on top of him, hugging him by the neck and kissing him. She was left with only stockings, the rest of her underwear was already lying on the floor. Vika lifted up and down, obviously sitting on a member of a satisfied student and giving her breasts in his greedy hands.

It was unbearable: two students already having sex in the same room, and this one is dazzling ...