bananas. Doesn't Zoya think that a banana looks like:? What do you think, for what?
“I guess what you are driving at,” Zoe turned to Victor and looked at him. “Let's see how he looks like what you are talking about,” with these words she raised her apron, which barely covered her, turned around to face Victor, lifted her legs up and parted them. - Well, what are you, Vitya, I'm waiting.

Zoe closed her eyes. And I saw how Victor, still not quite confident, took a banana. He cleaned it, sat down comfortably and slowly began to introduce his girlfriend into the vagina. Zoe sank back. Her legs spread apart. Victor moved the banana deeper. Zoe opened her eyes, took the banana from Victor's hand and began to fuck herself with the power of it. The banana spread over her crotch and began to slowly fall apart, but Zoya, continuing to look Victor straight in the eye, kept pushing him between her legs. Soon only a mash remained from the banana. It spilled onto the sheet, and a banana slurry formed under Zoya. Zoe took another banana, also peeled it and began to insert between her legs.

I watched this picture with mixed feelings. It was evident that this girl was accustomed to herself to give pleasure, and now, instead of the usual for her, halyard imitator uses bananas. And my new friend did not tolerate this sight for long. He pushed Zoya onto his back, climbed on her so that her legs wrapped around his powerful body, and with force drove his huge cock into this banana mash inside the girl. Zoe did not resist. I think she already walked around the other compartments, and long ago she knew where she was going, but she broke down to see. Either the cognac affected me so much, or I didn’t care, but what I was watching didn’t excite my exhausted member. In front of me, a couple fucked, and it didn’t touch me.
At some point, I realized that there would be no interesting continuation. Victor continued to fuck Zoe with some kind of frenzy. Obviously, he was not able to quickly finish, moreover, the banana slurry did not contribute to this, turning Zoyin's neat charms into a whining swamp. But that was just my opinion. Victor, it seems, did not share it and continued to rape Zoyan Pipiska with some frenzy, hoping, I think, to finish.

Part 10.
After sitting for ten minutes and watching what was happening, I suddenly caught myself thinking that my hand was slowly taking up a member. The atmosphere around and brandy so relaxed my body that he began to live some independent life. Continuing to jerk off my rather sluggish member, I got up, opened the door of our compartment and went out into the corridor of the car.

Three absolutely naked girls of indefinite age passed by me one by one. The last of them lingered around me, squatted down and began to observe with interest my manipulations with the member. Behind him, Victor's quickened breathing and the chouak of Zoya's pussy were heard. I stood with my legs wide apart and tried to poke the dick in my mouth. Laughing, she dodged my maneuver, got up, then shook my balls and ran further along the corridor.
I stood for a while, leaning my back on the door of our compartment, and trudged along with the girl.

Through two doors the compartment was thrown wide open. My foggy gaze presented a picture from which my dick began to grow by leaps and bounds. All the mattresses from the sofas were stacked in one pile between the lower shelves, filling in all the space between them. On this kind of pedestal, three men fucked one woman at the same time in all holes. I saw three moving asses and a man sitting on a table. Suddenly, the one who fucked the woman up in the ass stood up. From her developed hole in the ass flowed sperm.

“Come on, now you,” he said to me and fell off onto the couch, exhausted.
At that moment I didn’t see anything around except this ruined hole in the ass. The one lying below continued to jerk her body under the woman, causing her body to jump up and down. The one sitting on the table held her hands over his head, not letting his penis jump out of her mouth.
I, being hypnotized, climbed on top of all this heap and thrust my dick into this wet ass from someone else's sperm with all the strength I was capable of. I was ready to tear this lustful ass apart. A member entered the ass surprisingly easy. The woman's body was wet with sweat. Apparently, this company has been fucking for a long time. On the right on the couch were two men. Their relaxed state indicated that they had already done their job. However, I did not care about them.

I fucked this ruined ass with such zeal that I soon felt a surge of orgasm, but I wanted to extend the pleasure and, therefore, had to slow down the momentum. Just at that time began to finish the one that was sitting on the table. The woman before me screamed, probably she did not want to swallow the sperm, but the man on the table did not let go of her head until it was lowered. After that, he fell off on the sofa to the left, on which a sleeping woman lay in a ball. One of the men lying on the right wanted to take his place, but at that moment the woman I was fucking in the ass turned my head. It was MY WIFE.
- More more! Zhenya, yet. Stronger. Fuck me as you can. Fuck me I'm such a fuck, Zhenya. I'm fucking.
- Lena? You? - only I could say at this moment.
- Ebi, ebi is stronger. I want to finish. Boys, where are you? Fuck me all. Fuck me like a last fucking:

Part 11.
I looked at my watch. It was almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon. I didn't want to get up at all. A few sips of mineral water brought me to my senses. I lay and looked at the ceiling. Outside the window there was a steady knock of the wheels. It seems that everyone has calmed down for a long time, almost no voices are heard, only from somewhere the sounds of music could hardly be heard. My wife and I are going on vacation for the first time without children. I hung down. Lenka lay under the sheet, curled up. On the next couch, Victor and Ale slept in their arms. The events of the past night began to emerge slowly in my memory.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
- Gentlemen, tea, coffee? - on the threshold stood Zoe. In her hands was a tray with steaming cups.
I instinctively pulled a sheet over myself. Zoe smiled.
- Okay. Wake up, call, ”she said, and closed the compartment door.
I woke up in the evening, when the noise behind the door became quite intolerable.
- My friends. Climb, - I ordered, and jumped down.

The train arrived at the station almost without delay. The first person I saw on the platform was my friend Seryoga Sokolov. His smiling face showed an extreme degree of pleasure.
- Well, how are you? He asked as we shook hands.
“I could have said it right away,” I grunted. - Lenka do not sleep, sleep again, - turned to his wife.
Lenka did not really wake up. She stood on the platform with her eyes closed.
“Okay, young ones.” We still have two weeks of rest ahead, - Seryoga grabbed my suitcase and rushed to the bus, onto which our newly minted night friends were already loading: