fantasy, humorous drama, profanity, erotica

Chapter 1. Fryusha

Gosha had his birthday last year, and he turned 14 years old.

Attention; reader strained brains.

This year already knocked identity.

How old is Gaucher?

Some of the readers are spinning at the temple, someone thought - “What the fuck is this?”, And someone takes a piece of paper and makes an equation with two unknowns. He stares at the equation for a long time and, with a sigh, whispers doomedly: - It has no solution.

Now the first and second laugh at the last. And in vain. The one who laughs last is laughing!

This year our Yegoria already made fifty-seven (57)!

Now I am over all.

It's simple: Gosha’s birthday is February 29th!

Now everyone grabbed the leaves and began to calculate the year of birth of Gosha.

Well, okay, it's all about something else: about marital debt. And here, by the way.

Wife younger than Gosha for 9 years. Her name is typical, Russian - Efrosinia.

Gosh calls her affectionately diminutive: - Fryusha.

The height of Gosh is small - 166 cm, but is very well built. Fryusha lower Gosha and her figure, mmm! When she becomes a cancer, Gosh closes her eyes, unable to look at her perfectly appetizing forms for a long time; if the eyes are not closed, then he forgets why she got up with cancer!

Fuck Gosh loves, and so says Fryusha: - I want to fuck.

Fryusha goes to wash, and Gosha spreads a blanket on the floor in the hall, lies down and jerks off the rising dick.

Fryusha enters - Well, why did he break up ?! Grease and towel prepared?

Gosh raises his head ..

- Yes, you lie, I myself - and takes out a lubricator and a small hand towel from the Goshin case.

- Come back quickly - offers Fryusha and sits astride Gosha.

Goshin dick sticks out between Fryushi's legs and she, removing his hand, jerks off and, laughing, says: “I have dick!” This is my dick!

She moves her booty, painfully kneading the eggs, and Gosha creases her round and elastic, fourth-size chest.

- Well, that's all, he is ready - Fryusha squeezes the dick - and it stands firm.

Gosh rises and stretches his lips to the nipples, swollen and protruding.

- You did not suck in your childhood, the calf - Fryusha grabs the right breast and, supporting, gives Gaucher to suck.

Gosh chomping and smacking his lips, slobbering the nipple and, with a smile of bliss, closes his eyes.

- Well, enough, enough, you will fall asleep now - Fryusha slashes with Gosha and becomes cancer.

- Let's lie down from above - Gosh groans with his eyes closed, kneeling and touching the Fryushina asshole with a dick.

- No - the wife cuts off - lying down you will be long, lying down you fuck forty-five minutes.

- Smeared your dick?

- Not

- Do not pull, grease.

Fryusha slightly overripe; the berry was again three years ago and now, dried up and dried up, sweet-sweet, but ... without juice.

- Maybe without lubrication, I shove and pussy herself lubricated?

- You do not want? - there is a threat in the voice - lubricate and quickly, I give you - Fryusha looks at his watch - five minutes. You will not keep within, I will dump!

Gosh turns the cap away and squeezes a little gel onto his finger and rubs it over the dickhead and body of the dick.

- What are you kvatsat ?! Time is coming! Come on, give me - she examines a member, holding with two fingers - all worn. Again masturbate ?!

- Well, Fryush, masturbation impotence prevention.

- You are not threatened. On me he will stand until the very last day. Come on, join in!

She lowers her head to the floor and sags, raising her ass higher.

Gosha spreads her butt with her fingers and kisses her in the ass, right in the anus.

- In the ass, why?

- There is a mole

- Where? Why did I not see?

- And then, you yourself say; my ass is cleaner than your face - and he straightened, jabs his ass in the anus.

- Where? - threatens to ask Fryusha - you won't get it at all.

Gosh, frightened, twitches and, hastily sliding his head along the perineum, enters the vagina.

- Lips chewed! What are you in a hurry? Like a rabbit!

Gosh pulls the dick out of her pussy and presses her pod to her lips again.

- Give, I myself! - she holds and guides the cock left, and the right part of her lips.

- Well, why are you frozen? Move your booty!

He squeezes his wife's elastic, ideal-shaped buttocks, slowly inserts a dick into her vagina and ... freezes.

- Nicely?

Gosh moos from pleasure, Fryusha smiles.

He pushes ass off, pulling their pussies off.

- Do not pull out all and fuck yourself, why are you moving me? You fuck me!

- I do not fuck, I pull

- Do not be distracted

Gosh moves, making frictions, at first slowly, and when the vagina sweats, highlighting mucus, accelerates the pace ... the wife shifts her ass to the left, guiding the member so that she does not poke at the wall ... the shocks become sharp and strong, Fryusha's legs crawl away and with each push it goes lower and lower and finally falls ... sitting on his wife on horseback, squeezing and pushing the buttocks, he thrusts and thrusts his penis and, feeling the growing chill of the approaching orgasm, bends sharply and sharply, and delaying the outpouring slows down the frictions ..

- Merge, do not stretch the pleasure - Frushya feels the contraction of the head of the penis, ready to erupt with sperm

- Mmmolchii - Gosh groans - I have ... too ... the same before ... before ... e ... bah ... the ball I ... and ... and c ... c ... in ... va ... vaaaaaayuyuyuyuyu-he draws a lengthy wheeze and, shuddering all over, ends ..

Fryusha's shoulders shudder, she tries to suppress laughter, but she cannot restrain herself and, shaking with her whole body, laughs in a voice howling

- Why are you laughing? - Gosh pulls a member out of his wife, and sperm drips on her legs

She fumbles with a towel - I don't know, this is not regulated, it makes me laugh, and I can't help it - she snorts, wiping her crotch and lips and, stretching the towel to Gosha, gets up and goes to wash.

Gosh wipes his dick, a crumpled towel, wet from the sperm that has soaked him, jerks, touching the still-cold head and lay down on the bedspread, sipping in sweet languor.

13.07.15

Chapter 2. The Stoker

Seeing his wife, Gosh pretends to get up.

- Lie down, rest, you can sleep. I’ll go to bed and put it in the laundry - she looks at her husband with a smile and, crouching and bending, kisses her lips.

Gosh opens his eyes and reaches out for her - More!

She smacks him on the lips and immediately wipes.

Gosh laughs - What are you?

- Wet. You smell delicious; sweat but delicious.

- You said that the smell of sweat is unpleasant.

She shakes her head - Today is delicious. Have a rest.

But the apathy has already passed and the desire again covers him.

Fryusha also notices the rising and rising member - Is that ?! Again?

Gosh for thighs pulls her to him.

- Oh, oh oh, yes, then you will sleep for three days, sex giant. Let go, I need to be washed.

But Gosh does not let go and poked a member of her legs.

- Let go or I will force the fireman now! And this is before long.

Sparks sparkle in my wife's eyes - I agree to a fireman!

And Fryusha lies down next to him and, hugging him, draws him to him. They lie, clinging to each other and his aroused member rests on the pubis.

- First, let it be so, on the side - Fryusha speaks in a whisper, breathes and, putting his right hand, directs the penis between the legs and presses the head to the clitoris.

- You do not move, I myself - she crawls her ass back and forth and bottom-up and, lifting her right leg and pushing her lips with her hand, takes the member into the vagina and Gosha, clasping and squeezing her buttocks, raising and lowering her wife, feeling like the member plunges deeper ... she moves back and, spreading her legs, lies on her back - Come to me - and he lies on her, leaning on her hands ... she lifts her legs, pressing her knees, and when the member penetrates the vagina slowly lowers her legs , stretching the oncoming movement and, digging fingers into his buttocks, while and