Hastened again to cling to Irina's pope to extinguish the candle and remove it. Gaining air, I opened my mouth wide, put my hands on the girlish buns and, exhaling, resolutely wrapped my lips around the butt of my butt. At the same time, it was as if I accidentally slipped my lower lip over a wet Irinkina puss, the slippery grease plentifully wetted my lip and enveloped my entire chin.

The flame immediately went out in my mouth. I wrapped the candle tightly and pulled with all my strength towards me. A few seconds later I was able to turn to the audience. Taking a candle from my mouth, I released a tangle of thick white smoke and proudly showed everyone what was left of Ira and I with a candle of desire, which again earned applause.

- Wow-oo! ... And so I also want, I want! ... - The excited Light clapped her hands. - Igor, are you ready?

- Well ... I'm always ready, as a pioneer! Vano, you pour us champagne?

- Pour, pour! ... Come on, kamikaze, come forward already on the position! ... - I equipped him, licking my lower lip, which is still wet from the juices of his pious wife's pussy.

Satisfied, Ira once again sat at ease in her chair, and Sveta, following the example of her sister, began to take the necessary posture. While pouring champagne, I watched how she became cancer, sticking out her little ass covered with a short hem, looking at me confusedly now and then at Igor, constantly straightening the hem with her hand, fearing that he wouldn’t reach out too soon.

Now I was a spectator and carefully watched as Igor, kneeling in front of my wife's ass sticking up, lifted the hem of her blue caftan, paws and spreads my Svetlana's naked buns and pokes a candle squeezed in her mouth right into her hole, moistening the tip of the oozing with a stick from maiden slits lubricant.

I watched everything in the flickering light of a Christmas tree garland, inwardly indignant and at the same time aroused by what I see. Light shy much more than Ira. And by virtue of her milder temperament, and partly because she participated in this for the first time. I saw her shake, like an aspen leaf, when a lit match approached her sweet ass to light a wick of a candle inserted into it.

Ira and I looked at each other and promptly supported the players with approving shouts and applause. She constantly showed me her shameless crack, spreading her legs wide apart, as if purposely using the fact that her husband is now fascinated by my wife's ass.

I looked at her, then at Sveta, dangling over the chair to pencil my desire in a notebook with a pencil, while in her ass, which now looks like birthday cake, it burns, defiantly crackling, a thin candle.

Then they burned their notes and drank champagne ... And the candle flame was jumping and shaking at the tip of the candle all this time, making this sweet and delicious ass Svetina now the most lighted place in the room. And right under her there was a completely hairless and very gentle pussy.

I felt that I wanted her, I want it right here and now! I want to get up, walk up, unbutton my pants and blow it into the crack on the very eggs. And how to tear it off right in front of her sister and her husband! And let them see how she shakes from my crazy pushes and hear how she screams and moans ... I could barely restrain myself from this madness!

A minute later, with a sigh of relief, Sveta sat back down in the chair and put her legs on the leg. We once again filled the glasses and raised a toast - this time: "For good luck!". Then they sat, ate salads and shared their impressions of an unusual game. The mood, I must say, everyone was elevated.

- M! ... By the way, about good luck! ... - Suddenly, chewing Sveta's salad was shouted out, - I have an idea for a new game!

- Damn, Svetka, you're scaring me! - Irka was surprised.

- Yes, that's ... I did not expect from myself! But I think everyone should like the idea! We have the same ...- Light fell silent in mid-sentence, jumped up from her seat, walked over to her sister and finished the sentence in her ear.

- Ha ... Ha !!! Ha-ha-ha! ... Well, you, damn, give! ... -Irah issued replicas, listening to her sister, -Come on the kitchen!

- And you, boys, while eat, eat! Eat up! ... We will come soon! ..

After waiting for the Snow Maidens to leave the room, I turned to Igor:

- Well, how are you, alive? ..

- Phew-uh ... Alive, like ... And you? - He responded.

- Well ... Also ... But you understand that they will not stop at this?

- The stump is clear! Now you can not hold them!

- And what shall we do? - I asked.

- And what is there to do ... And let's play by their rules! We did not start it! ..

We were not allowed to agree. Two granddaughters of Santa Claus returned to the room with sly smiles on their faces. One of them was hiding something behind her back.

- Well, what ... Ready to play more? - defiantly asked Sveta.

- Well, if by your rules, how can we refuse? - Igor toed.

- In general, so ... - She began to state the rules of the new game, barely flopping on her pouf.

The rules of the “Pearl of Luck” game are as follows: first, a man must, coming up behind a girl sitting in an armchair with thighs apart, eyes closed, put a “pearl” - the fruit of an olive tree - in her open shell, so that it is completely hidden, and then Having already opened my eyes, go up in front, bend down or sit down and take out the “pearl” with only one of your tongue, then, holding her teeth, move closer to the girl’s face and give her half of the olive to bite off, then they chew and swallow together in the coming year both will wait for good luck!

- ... the main thing is not to push too deeply, otherwise you will not be able to pull it out with your tongue! In general, let's try! And I propose this time to play at once all together, and not in turn - it will be more fun!

- And the composition of the pairs, I believe, we will not change? - Igor specified.

- What for? In my opinion, we all worked together quite well! ... - Ira somehow haughtily looked at her sister, and then playfully - in my direction.

She put, finally, on the table a jar brought from the kitchen with large green olives without stones. The girls already without any constraint put their feet on the seats of their chairs and took a pose as if they came to see a gynecologist.

My friend and I got up and, as required, approached them from behind. I grabbed a vessel with canned subtropical fruits, chose a bigger one for myself and handed it to Igor so that he, too, would choose a “pearl” for himself.

- Wow! Yes, they are from the fridge, cool, nothing? ... - Igor noticed.

- bli-and-in! Exactly ...

- Aaaaa ... - Snow Maidens zaprititali.

- Nothing, nothing, do not worry, Igor, now girls will quickly warm us! - I could not resist a small scoff.

- About the temperature of the olives should be, the rules say nothing, so go ahead! - My buddy supported me.

There was nothing to do. We bent over our almost wives in our chairs. I am over Igor's wife, and he is over mine. With the fingers of my left hand I pushed open the clamshell Irina. They were hot and slippery with grease. Then he brought and leaned cold "pearl" to her delicate vagina. She noisily sucked in her mouth, but did not cry out when the cold and rather large fruit of the olive slowly but surely rushed inside, crowding the pliable pink flesh of the girlish “oyster” - the original inhabitant of this “shell”.

Sveta was not as patient as her sister, and she reacted to the almost ice-cold olive inserted in her pussy, first with a short cry and then with a quiet suffering moan. However, after a few seconds, the discomfort from the cold but small object entered began to go away. It remains only the excitement of what we just did with their bare lye, and most importantly - of everything that we still have to do with them.

I do not know how anyone, but personally, from a young age, I adore kissing girls in pussy. Especially before bedtime to sleep better. And I also taught the Light (in the days when it is possible, of course! ...  Read more →