After a short pause, Lena continued:

- When I left Stella with a man sat on the bed. They smiled and held in their hands a glass of champagne. Stella gave me a glass with some other drink and told me to drink in one gulp. It was some kind of strong blue liquor. I refused. She said after the first swallow it is necessary, but then I will wheeze tomorrow. I had nothing in my stomach. When I drank, everything inside began to burn. I asked for a drink. Stella laughed and held out a bottle of champagne. I drank straight from the bottle. Champagne foamed, and I doused myself. The man wiped my neck with a towel and began to unbutton his blouse. I thought he wanted to wipe me off, but he pulled out my breasts, squeezed my nipples painfully and began to pull down, saying something in Italian. I had to kneel again before him. Stella said that until he finishes, he will not let us out. That now together we will quickly bring it to orgasm and go. But I had to give him a blowjob alone. Stella just walked around, drank champagne and gave advice.

After champagne, the fire in my stomach began to subside, but I got drunk very quickly. My head was spinning. I did not understand very well what they wanted from me. Probably the man did not like the way I sucked. Member of him gradually decreased. They talked to Stella again. She told me to lay on the bed on my back. The man moved me to the edge of the bed so that his head hung down. Stella told me to just relax, he will do everything himself.

At first it was normal, just unusual. His relaxed dick slid in his mouth, and his hairy balls nickled his nose. But when the member again tensed and began to abut his throat, it became unpleasant. Stella sat down on me not giving move. Picked up her skirt. I clapped my palm between my legs and told me to relax my throat and swallow it. I did not succeed, but the peasant pushed and pushed him. Suddenly Stella painfully pinched me behind the clitoris, I screamed and felt that the member again pushed something painfully in my throat and squeezed inside.

Stella told me to remember this feeling and relax myself the next time. They gave me a breath and again the member was in my throat. This went on for quite some time. When it seemed to them that it passes easily enough, Stella got down from me, turned over on her stomach and said that she would let me go if I myself learned to swallow without help.

I, probably, was already ready for anything, if only it was over quickly. A man stood in front of me, and I myself, standing on a bed on my knees, tried to pull my throat on his head. If I didn’t work for a long time, Stella, who was sitting next to me, weighed a light cuff on my head, a member slipped through a narrow ring and was inside. When I did it myself, she spanked me on the ass or stroked the clit. Talked to a peasant about something in Italian. They laughed, slapped me, pinched my nipples, or simply crushed my roundness.

The man was getting more excited. At least his cock became harder. He especially liked it when Stella began to mock me, slapping and pinching. His cock swelled, he reeled my hair in a fist and, reaching almost completely, drove it to its full length. Nothing further depended on me. He was accelerating, setting the rhythm with my head. Wheezed. He took a member out of my lips and, furiously masturbating, began to splash on my face, on my hair, on my shoulders.

- And you left? - I asked.

There was a pause. Lena thoughtfully silent. Probably hesitated between finishing my story here or continuing on.

“No,” she said softly, “you still have to tell Stella anyway.” Better me.

She took my hand, hugging her shoulder and kissed her.Suddenly I moved my ass, and we both felt that my end with a persistent tin soldier rested between its roundness:

- Oh, and what is it there? Do you like what I'm telling you?

- He just feels his favorite girl next. Do you want to be honest? I think it really turns me on when I introduce you. At first, there was just some kind of rabies. Jealousy is wild. And now you are telling ... I imagined what you were sitting in front of him all in sperm, with bare boobs. So beautiful. And there is jealousy ... a little bit, and a great desire.

- Ugh, pervert! His wife was almost raped, and here he is with a protruding member represents it.

- Well, almost does not count. So what is there? Not all? Didn't you leave right after that? Tell me!

- Are you really not angry with me? Come on, as long as your arrow points to me, I will tell. And if you fall, I understand that you do not like my story and finish it.

- Good. Come on already. I'm not angry.

- Well then, listen to my favorite pervert.

A frightened shudder in her voice passed. Disappeared pauses through which she squeezed the story out of herself. Hoarse truth has not disappeared anywhere. It looks like a member of her slightly stretched vocal cords, and they have not yet returned to normal. But now Lena told much more calmly, realizing that she was not angry with her:

- Laying on the bed. I rest. He sat down next to me. Finger hooked a drop of sperm from my cheek and smeared on the lips. Said something. He took another one and again poked a finger with sperm on my lips. Stella told me to open my mouth and lick my finger. They are so accepted, he will be offended - she explained.

- And you?

- What about me? Stella as if kindly explains, and the clitoris itself is holding my fingers. You know how painful it is pinching. She opened her mouth. He has almost fed everything to me.

- And How?

- How, how ... Take and try. Cum like sperm. Almost like you. Only he has such a thick. Like yogurt. And the smell is a little different. Stella later explained that he had not finished for a long time, so it was so thick. It was not disgusting if you are talking about it. Tasty too.

Lena turned her ass over, checking the hardness of my cock and continued.

I lay and rested. My throat ached and my cheekbones were tense. They rang their glasses and talked about something. Then they suddenly fell silent. At first I did not attach any importance to this, then it became interesting. I looked up. The man was sitting in a chair with a glass of champagne. Stella sat between his legs and did a blowjob. At that moment I still thought, well, that they themselves figured out, they don’t touch me. But it did not last long. As soon as his dick got stronger they moved over to my bed. Stella suddenly lifted my skirt again and slid her panties. And the man has already attached his head to my hole. I began to break out. Stella was holding my hands. The man spread his legs and entered me. With my twitching, I seem to be his only starter. Stella told me to pay for the tuition. The first stick was for me to teach cocksucking, and the second for his pleasure. When I realized that I still couldn’t cope with them, it’s just that in any case I was already fucked - I stopped resisting. “Button!” He shouted to me and continued to fuck me. “He likes your loaves,” Stella translated to me and stroked my chest. The man was getting more of my nipples, he constantly then delayed them for me, then he began to twist. Well, what else is there to tell. Due to the fact that he had recently finished, he could not finish a second time for a long time. Twisted me in different poses. So tortured me.

- And Stella? What did she do?

- She is? Spin around. That strokes him, then me. That will kiss him, then ... - Lena was silent.

- Have you kissed you too?

- Little.

- And kissed on the lips? For real?

- Yes, I kissed everywhere ...

- And there?

- Where?

I put my hand on my wife's pussy. Thin HBShnye panties in which my wife likes to sleep were wet through. Her shaved lips were hot.

- Here, too, kissed?

- A little bit quite. When he decided to try me between the breasts, she climbed there.

- Liked?

- Well, so ... Not so much. For real ... Read more →