“Irka was lying still again,” the aunt continued, “Maxim seemed to be sick of it,” he took out his penis and, coming up to me, put him in front of my mouth. Obviously, he caught my telepath: "I want to suck your dick." The taste of Max grease mixed with Irka juices pleasantly tickled the mucous membrane of my tongue. With sounds, as when sucking macaroni, licked all the juice from a member. I asked the guys to swap places. I wanted to try my juice. Mm, what a relish !!! It does not compare with the licking of a finger that has been in your vagina during masturbation. This is a completely different ecstasy. And the smell? From only one smell I finished. Oleg's sperm, leaving the testicles under the influence of muscle spasms, began to fill my mouth. In order not to spill the substance, kept her lips tightly closed around the penis and swallowed often, like water after thirst.

“Max, I also want to suck, come to me,” asked Ira, who was watching us, sitting on the bed, with her legs bent at the knees widely spread. She slowly stroked her clit, reassuring him.

Looking, as she cute asked, almost with a childish expression of the face, as she moved her little mouth, I would have given her to suck dick. If I had one. Max did not have to ask twice.

For the further continuation of the orgy, the boys did not have enough strength. They went and showered. Then I went with Irkoy.

- You are so erotic asked to suck that I wanted to have a dick to fuck you in your tender mouth. How do you like a mixture of sperm and my lubricant? - I asked a girlfriend.

Irka reached into my face, dipped them with juices, smacked, licked. What am I, stupid? Made the same operation.

“Delicious ink in your ink bottle.” When I saw the movement of your larynx, when you took a guy's sperm, I felt an unbearable hunger - my girlfriend increasingly dived into my organs, hinting at a lesbian sequel ... But tiredness finished me off. We went to bed. In the morning the guys brought us to ...

- Numbers? - Baba Anya asked.

... orgasm again. They first made a joke. They threw a coin. As it turned out, both wanted me. Since Irka turned off and lay no better than logs. Though I didn’t express ecstasy with sounds like that, being in a state of euphoria, I continued to actively participate in the process. This information pleased me. Won Oleg. The guys put us with cancer, shoulder to shoulder, heads to the wall, so Irka and I could kiss. Cavaliers are also shoulder to shoulder, like a well-coordinated mechanism - they synchronously entered into our tired but wishing more “holes”. Irka was offended that she was compared to a log and mentally pulled away from coitus. And only when I finished, she allowed herself to catch an orgasm.

In the gymnastics competition, none of our four won. No wonder coaches do not allow guys to have sex before the battle. I personally remembered more the last night, I started to get wet, which rebuilt the body to other achievements. In addition, fatigue was felt in the untrained muscles of the vagina. Even in my youthful naivety, I dreamed of training them in such a way as to “crack a nut”. But the victory was - we have satisfied our needs for a real orgasm.

The competition is over. Irka by the way, flew from those guys. Her father wanted to find and present something to Max and Oleg. But the prudent mother forbade her to know her daughter’s interesting position.

Then I moved with my parents to another city. Study, work. Just like others. There were sexual contacts, but not such as with guys - Max and Oleg.Everything is mainly due to the lack of places where it was possible, without constraining movements and sounds to reach the point of transition to a true euphoric orgasm. Before leaving, I met Irina to check my lesbianism. No, it's not mine. Much better to taste the flavors of male secretions. Tactile caress the twist of the veins and the head, ringing from the tension of the faldus.

Then I got married. I don’t even know myself why I said: “Yes” to the guy’s proposal. This so-so ebunok, I will report to you. He will quickly do his job on the side. For three years of life it was only a couple of times to reach orgasm. Yes, and an orgasm so-so ... how to say cultured ... superficial ..., not to such an extent that she could not stand up, staggering to go to the toilet and let go of the two holes of the liquid, while trying not to fall from toilet bowl of vertigo.

{♂ 26 ♀}

The father-in-law arranged for me at the industrial base, as a storekeeper. From time to time I have expedited goods. They sent us in the autumn for potatoes. Sat down, had lunch. A drink was not enough. Since I was the most brisk, they sent me to the general store for vodka. And there is a crush. We push to the counter. Suddenly I feel someone halfway between me half abot. And not by hand. Turned. Country man. Naughty eyes. And "not a hand" all pushes harder. The man’s hand reached under the sweatshirt, squeezing his chest. I just wanted a drunken slut. Why only drunk? I would not break sober. I waved his head "follow me" they say.

We went for the store. There toli forest toli park. She grabbed a tree, after removing her pants with her underpants. And just as easy as a lecherous dog with a bitch have sex without even saying a word to each other. Corrected clothes and again for vodka.

I grabbed ..., but only this epithet approached that process ..., it is notable for me. Also something like this bottle. At first I decided that he reached into me with his hand. But then I noticed his hands on her hips. From the idea of ​​how I pin a tractor driver, yearning for a real orgasm, I ran my hands to his causes and at some moments dragged from the force of blows with big eggs on my fingers. When the fucker entered into a rage, he began to lift me from the ground, as he was taller than me. In the gloomy state, she unconsciously grabbed a tree, fearing to fall. The muscles of the vagina have squeezed the penis of the peasant, and he seems to be so fucked up. Rips me, but fucks. At the same time painful and pleasant.

During ejaculation, wildly, like a lion did not growl, although it believed that he now surely roars. Not! Routinely finished. As if masturbating with me. Slightly shook from ecstasy, shaking off a member, pulled the states and good bye. I, on the other hand, poked him and myself with their flat-bottomed pants.

When I went to the girls with a bottle of vodka in my hand, I imagined the same dishes in my pussy ... I would like to chat again on that pin with my legs. Yes, what is there to be modest, to build myself up with self - more than once I would allow my pelvic bones to move apart, so that they could converge after a clash!

Got home, bought. Lay on the sofa, legs spread - I air the pussy. I fucking remember. One hand nipple tereblyu, another shekel massaging. Straining pelvic muscles, podmahivayu his own hand. Having fallen into the fog of orgasm, I fell asleep with my fingers in the vulva. Husband came home, too, podatky. Saw the beauty. And let's jump on me. Women! Here's how the spoon in the glass dangles, so did his pisyon, as compared with that “bottle” in my vagina, fiddle with it. But of course, when I woke up, she swung him.

- What are the wounds on your neck and shoulders? He asked, noticing scratch marks when, fearing to fall, I grabbed a tree. Damn! I was also jealous, short measure.

“Why, I’ve argued with people that I can carry a bag of potatoes on my shoulder too.” And the bag is matched - scratched. - I quickly found. We women will find that naive husband spizdet. Really, right?

{♂ 27 ♀}

Not long after that lived with him.

It was winter. I was sent to take the goods to the nearest area. The driver sent Vovka, my present husband. We are going. Then I wanted to piss. We stopped. Girls to the right, boys to the left. Returned to the car, there is no driver. I hear someone screaming. Ran to scream. I look - the driver in the hole has failed.Can not get out, the ice is slippery and brittle at the edges.

While I found a twig, while crawling to a polynya, Volodya froze. I barely clung to the branches. She pulled him out and pulled him into the car. KamAZ with a sleeping bag. Section of his naked. I threw a blanket on him, which was. I hung his clothes, what I got .... Read more →