As soon as Ira began to talk about the rules of the new game, it became clear to Igor and me how it would all end. To my shame, I must confess that I did not want to give up on it. I think all those present at that moment, despite the alcohol they had drunk, were hesitant, at least a little. However, none of us thought it would stop ...

The game called “Candle of Desire” was as follows. The man had to, taking a candle in his mouth for a cake, put it in the ass standing on all fours girl. Then light, holding a burning match in the teeth as well. While the candle was burning, both were supposed to write their wish on a piece of paper, set it on fire from the candle flame, then burn it to the ground, make sure that the ashes completely fell into the champagne glass, and drink a drink along with the ashes. And only after that the candle should have been extinguished, firmly clutching her mouth, and then taken out of the girl's ass.

- ... then the intrigue is to have time to do everything! Otherwise, the priest may suffer, and then he will have to pick out the cinder with his teeth! ..

After that, deathly silence prevailed, which seemed to last forever.

- Come on you! What are you ?! Yet yours! Let's play! ... The main thing is to start!

After about ten seconds after Ira finished her monologue, everyone at once began to neigh. But now no one did not object. There was only a dispute about who will play first.

- In! Great, Irka! Here you will show us everything! - My wife suggested.

- Yeah! For sure! Come on, show us a master class with Igorkom, and we’ll follow you! - I fingered.

- Mmmm ... No! Not with Igor. I want Ira to play with you ... And then I will play with Igor. Nobody mind, I hope?!. - Fun asked Light all those present.

The question was idiotic at its core! Because from the point of common sense, absolutely everything would have to be against. But, given the circumstances, no one dared to open his mouth to argue something.

Ira, with a condescending nod, stretched out her hand and took from the drawer of the cupboard, obviously specially prepared for such a case, a sealed set of candles for the cake. There were probably fifty of them there!

- Wow! Candle of desire ... Yes, you have a whole chandelier of desire to ignite here! Wish - do not chew! - Absolutely sincerely my Svetlanka turned the little eyes on this.

- Well, what are you, Vano, freaked out? Come on, come here! And turn off the floor lamp on the way, because now you’ll light a candle ... - Ira winked at me, unsealing the Chinese packaging with her teeth.

I obediently got up, turned off the extra light source and approached Ira. She handed me a box, offering myself to choose a candle. I took one and for some reason smelled it, it smelled like some kind of honey. Then he tried on how I would hold her mouth.

- Just do not teeth, lips grab, and then bite and swallow more ...

Giving the candle a lip, I met my eyes with my wife, who sat back in her chair and prepared to enjoy the unusual sight. Then he looked at Igor and also did not find in his eyes any resentment about what I intend to do now with his buttocks. Why, why would he object? After all, he knows for sure how I will “revenge” for this!

Ira slightly pushed her chair back, keeping the direction so that nothing escaped the view of the audience sitting at the table. Holding the candle in my mouth at the very end with the wick, I tried not to slobber it, otherwise it would not burn.

- So ... Now come back to me and kneel down ... God's servant ... - Drunk Irka blasphemed, settling down on all fours in her chair and lying down on her belly in her broad back.

I did as she said. Now her ass, which was still covered with the hem of the caftan, was right on my face. My temples pounded with excitement and excitement.

- So ... matches are out ...Oh, Svetik, stretch your foot, get a notebook and pencils from the drawer, pull out a couple of leaves in advance! And why are you sitting? - She turned now to her husband. - Let's pour the champagne!

Sveta and Igor began to bustle, but I still stood five centimeters from the bare bottom of another's wife’s priests and had little faith in what I was about to do now ...

- Well, that's it! We are ready, you can start! - Igor commanded after half a minute.

Trying to overcome the trembling in my hands, I confidently lifted and put Ira on her back, hiding her mouth-watering hateful hare of the blue attire all this time from my eyes. Two round white fleshy buns immediately appeared before me in all its glory. I put my palms on them and parted a little to get access to a tight close hole. Ira responded by giving the ass a little back and pulled up.

It only seems that the candle for the cake is so long! And considering that a centimeter and a half were clamped in my mouth, in order to only touch the center of the ring to another with its tip, to which I had to insert a candle, I had to press my cheeks tightly to its soft and warm halves. My nose at the same time was in the hollow between the apart girlish buttocks. They smelled the smell of some cream or perfume.

- Not ... not there ... a little lower! ... Here ... Aha, here! ... Come on ... Sui! - The coordinator coordinated my actions.

I tried and pressed with all my might, but the candle didn’t want to go into the dry ass.

- Ay ... Well, damp her or something! Why are you so unclear? - She lamented. - Is there really nothing to moisten with me ?!

This idea came to my mind a long time ago, but I myself did not dare to bring it to life, since I was not sure that my initiative would be appropriate. But, having received the instructions, he immediately spent a candle between the folds of Irina "pilots". The base of the candle, wetted with grease, now easily dived deep into the ring.

Pulling back, I looked at the result and realized that I had thrown a candle in her ass exactly half. Afraid that we would have so little time for all the other actions, he pressed his face to the girl's ass again and pulled the candle out slightly with his lips. On both sides, applause and satisfied exclamations of the spectators immediately followed, holding their breath and watching my manipulations.

While I was lighting a match, Ira looked back, trying to push out her bare tail, so that the candle inserted into it would assume the most vertical position possible. All this time I was on my knees, having bent a little, because despite the excitement, my cock hardened in my pants, and this could be seen from the side.

Burning a candle was not as difficult as I expected. Ira was a little nervous, because she felt the nearness of the fire with her bare ass and was clearly afraid that I would burn her now. And I again opened my palms with her supple buns as wide as possible and brought the flame to the wick of the candle sticking out of her ass. As soon as the wick caught fire, Sveta and Igor applauded again.

- Well done! - My assistant praised me. - You have never played this before ?!

- Yes, no ... I just have an intelligent mentor!

- So, pyrotechnics! ... - Light interfered, - Will you make any wishes? The candle is not endless! See how fast it burns! ..

The candle really burned faster than I thought, and crackled merrily. It was impossible to pull. Ira wrote her wish right in the notebook, hanging her head over the back of her chair. And I took the torn-out piece of paper and sat on the edge of the table.

Half a minute later, we were ready to bring notes of desire to the flame of a candle, which by that time had shortened by almost half. I took Irina’s hand with my hand and helped her do it. In my other hand I had a piece of paper with my desire. While the notes were burning, we held them over the glasses of champagne and thought about the hidden ...

- Oh ... Something is already getting hot for me there! Let's drink already! Are you ready?

We drained our glasses to the cheers of the audience. Then I ...