And I was completely satisfied with the adventure.

4

- Did you like it? - Vasily asked, calling in the evening.

Apparently, right away, as I drove to our partners' homes.

“Yes,” I honestly admitted.

Instantly remembering how incredibly my own feelings of consciousness were intensifying, that behind the wall Vasya fiercely fried his girlfriend.

- For a long time I did not fuck.

- I'm not talking about ... Did you like the idea of ​​changing partners?

- Very much.

I wanted to add that there was no change, there was a quick first census, after which everyone took up his own, but did not want to destroy the complex structure that my friend finally managed to organize.

- I was very excited by your bullish roar from the bedroom.

- That was, that was, - incorrigible Vasya laughed. - I shout when combed - without this no pleasure. Though my mouth tape me.

“And you're screaming great,” I confirmed.

- But I will tell you too ... I told Aleska about the most tomatoes and roared as best I could - and I knew that you and Lenka could hear me roar. And from this, you understand, it made me even more pleasant ... Much nicer than if I had done the same thing together with Aleska in an empty apartment. Do you understand me?

- Understand.

Vasily didn’t answer right away, he got the phone.

- Psychology of sex, her mother ... Especially in ours with you is far from a young age.

- Oh, I really do not zvizdi - I encouraged him. - So, like you, no kid can yell.

Vasya laughed again, then asked rather cautiously:

- Kohl, and tell me, who did you like more? Alesya or Lenka?

“Lena,” I answered quickly and honestly. - I told you, I haven’t been fucking with such pleasure for a long time. Nice woman, where did you find one.

“I found ...” Vasily replied vaguely.

“I'll tell you more,” I admitted, although I hadn’t recently been able to formulate a thought. - I am fucking with Lena, I was afraid: God forbid, this fuck Vaska is now happy with the change again ... I didn’t want this ...

“Hm,” a friend said incomprehensibly.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

- So that? - With an unexpected resentment he muttered. - You did not like Ales?

- Why did not like? - I objected, feeling something serious in question. - I liked it. You asked about the other. Which liked more. I said Lena.

- How many times did she finish with her? - without transition asked Basil.

- Two. And she is alone.

“And I lowered to Alesku five times,” he replied, and I recognized my boastful friend. - And how much she finished - and did not count. You see?

“Well done,” I replied. “I always knew you were a sex giant.”

“But in general I didn’t want to ask this ...” Vasin’s tone again became serious. - Do we repeat this session?

“Of course we will,” I replied. - Pick up girls and choose the time.

5

Two weeks later, Vasily announced that he had again recruited a team.

By and large, find the girls who are ready to participate in such a project, could, and I myself. But I didn’t really have a lack of free time. Just for me, sex was not in the first place among the ranked pleasures. But Vasya, trying to catch fire seriously. And I gave him further trouble. Considering that for my part the contribution is an apartment where you can organize a change.

In general, after two weeks everything happened again.

I don’t know, really, what my friend meant, saying that he “typed the team”; apparently he was just joking. Since I brought the same Lena and Alesya - now I remember the names - and everything repeated in the same order.

Even the posture in which I used to come to Alesya, in a hurry to release for Vasily. True, with Lena I liked this time even more than the first.

6

Then the fun began to repeat regularly and finally we entered into a clear rhythm: if something did not stop, Vasily brought the girls on Saturdays.

I rejoiced at our activities and annoyed every time when Vasya suddenly called on Friday and reported that the “sexual Saturday” for some reason was breaking down. And then I realized that we had already achieved a regularity, which is not always preserved even in married couples.

Vasya differed rare constancy. Or - most likely - it was in fact very difficult for him to find women suitable for safe cross-sex and, moreover, consonants to him.

In any case, he always brought these two, and continued to tear his Alesya with the same, unrelenting donkey roar.

And Lena and I, as I understood at some point, didn’t just fuck - we really enjoyed each other.

So, as if Lena was my constant mistress, and if before our copulation she was not in a hurry Vasily.

Once I felt so keenly the desire to be with her more likely that I managed to cope with Alesya faster than usual. And jumped out of bed, leaving behind a slap of sperm on the floor, hurried to the living room.

Vasya had just finished - Lena, with some kind of elusive familiar movement, was holding his cock, sucking the last remnants, and the semen of my friend was running down her chin, slightly bubbling.

Seeing me, Vasya grunted happily and ran to fuck Ales.

And I, not quite knowing what I was doing, threw Lena onto the sofa and entered between her lips with a deep, fierce kiss. Wandering my tongue in the still hot Vaskina sperm - which only increased my enjoyment.

And in general, the beginning of sex, flavored with his seed, brought a particularly keen pleasure. And the roar coming from behind the walls served as a necessary backdrop.

I liked so much to fuck with Lena, that more than once and not twice my thought flashed: on the devil in general, this whole game with a change, in which Vasya is having fun with a young girl, and I enjoy Lena? And almost everything happens independently.

Wouldn't it be easier for us to meet with her as lovers?

This thought came to me every time too late - when the session ended and a friend with women left. And I did not have time to find out its coordinates.

Moreover, Lena herself constantly evoked an incomprehensible feeling. There was no doubt that the girl Vaska brought for entertainment was not a prostitute, but an ordinary, primitive davalka.

But Lena, especially when I fucked her properly, practiced oral sex with her, studied all her smells and folds - was much older.

She didn’t look like a former prostitute - I’ve never dealt with prostitutes, but my subconscious said that a slut of that age would have behaved differently. Lena had the manners of an ordinary woman.

Nevertheless, she regularly went with Vasily to me to indulge in a pleasure that could not be called ordinary for a woman.

Perhaps she really was an adventurer - which Vasya somehow found for me.

It seems that way - and, perhaps, she was even married. In any case, the wedding ring always shone on Lena’s hand. Of course, anyone who does not know the nature of women would argue that married men do not behave this way. But I knew that it was precisely married women who sometimes behave in such a way that their hair would stand on end.

But how did she manage to regularly otmazyvatsya from her husband?

Although, perhaps, she wore a wedding ring out of habit, but in fact was lonely? No, least of all, Lena looked like a lonely woman: such eyes always have a predatory glitter. For a single woman subconsciously trying to catch a new man.

Lena, on any side, seemed the most ordinary of the ordinary. Only without any problems engaged in almost group sex. And this ordinary, perhaps, stronger than other things, prompted me to make Lena my permanent mistress, no matter how I feared this state.

However, while I still had enough of such sex with her. After all, seeing Vasya, I knew ... Read more →