1. My branched horns. Part 1
  2. My branched horns. Part 2: To the South!

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- Well, how, like other people's dick suck, eh ?! - I say evil and bitter, almost breaking into a hysterical cry.

- It's good to carry garbage, fool, - Vika tries to portray irritation, but the fear in her voice is felt, she is frightened. And there is something to fear, there is!

- Do not play the fool, whore! - I am bringing my face closer to my wife's face so that evil drops of saliva drip onto her chin, and she frowns as if it is the strongest poison. So it is, my saliva is now worse than the poison of a cobra, worse than sulfuric acid, - I saw everything! All your fucking correspondence! You are not back from a friend, not from the mother-in-law, you have come from your fuels! Probably still pussy stinks them! Do you have time to wash yourself ?!

- Hush, do not make noise, - Vika almost cries, - the children are sleeping.

I took the children to my grandmother in the afternoon.

“Something you didn’t think about the children when you were spreading your damn legs, when you were swallowing other people's stinky dicks,” I turn to a whisper, “it was delicious, yes ?! Swallowed cum theirs ?! Swallowed, I ask ?!

- Stop it, Wan, that's enough ...

- You would say that to your Tigran or Lyoshik! Loooooshik, Loooooshenka, Alyooosh ... Ugh, fuck!

- Wan, well enough, well, please ...

I cool a little and take my hand off my wife's shoulder. That rubbing sore spot. On the shoulder now remains a bruise. Vika is silent, looking at the floor, squishing her nose and breathing heavily, struggling with tears.

“Well, slut,” I whisper right in my ear. But the word "slut" is not planned to be affectionate, even gentle, - you have a chance to correct your unenviable position. To redeem, so to speak, by deed, and not by word. And you know how.

- Maybe it is not necessary, and, Wan?

- It is necessary, Vika, it is necessary ...

***

Vika and I have been married for four years. I have long for thirty, but married for the first time. Vika is only twenty-three. We have two children, twin boys, for three years. We do not live in the capital, but not in some kind of flysransk, the regional center after all. Nice private house in not the worst area on the outskirts. We do not shy, but we are far from being distressed either: a car, good furniture, foreign resorts every six months. These regular resorts have played a cruel joke with our family life.

For the first two years, while the pregnancy and the children were small, Vika was practically homeless, wounding with the always-ill children in polyclinics and social centers, kept housekeeping, and I worked hard to provide a young family with a decent life. There was almost no time left for personal relationships. Yes, there was sex, but without a twinkle. Standard two-three poses, kunik, blowjob, no more.

But Vika still managed to take care of herself, keep fit. And her form, I tell you what you need. The woman is what is called a skater: of medium height, slender, but with an outstanding far forward breast, a wide round ass, and let it be not very slender and long, but not curved or thick legs. Even though the face did not shine with the exquisite beauty of the model, it was impressive with its simple East European darling: light blond hair, gray eyes, milky skin with freckles that did not spoil it at all, but only gave the person a special zest. I was led to her appearance at our first acquaintance.

Here is how it was. Friday, evening, someone from colleagues at work anniversary. We dropped the present, I don’t even remember which one, it’s not important, and went to celebrate in the best beer restaurant in our city. Our company was almost purely masculine, except for Zinaida Mikhailovna, an accountant, forty-eight years old. Yes, and she was with her husband, the head of the department.

The restaurant naturally wore a proud German name: Bavaria. Beer, of course, is also “German”, sausages, bagels and other elements of Germanism in the view of the Russian average person. One of them was the waitresses. Everything, as on selection, young, ruddy, in dresses with a short skirt and a spacious neckline.We got a young one with a breast that was about to fall out of the dress, and a wide white-toothed smile. Her name was Vika. Yes, I will not intrigue anyone, this is my future wife.

Vika smiled white teeth and defiantly laughed over all our greasy jokes about her, but she didn’t allow too much. All our attempts to climb under the short lace skirt, she stopped at the root. But I still managed to “shoot” her phone number. The fact is that in all of our honest company, I was the only relatively attractive man. The rest were either too old, or too fat, or too drunk and boorish. I, though not handsome, and not a youngster already, behaved relatively decently, less often than others, and did not climb too deeply under the skirt, did not let out too vulgar jokes in her direction, but only made compliments and smiled. She hooked me, I must say, well: a young, juicy, cheerful, and festive Friday atmosphere and a fair amount of beer drunk.

I called the next day and we agreed to meet and walk. I drove my “Tiguane” behind her, and then our path lay on the embankment. In the light of the day, in sober head and in casual clothes, she no longer seemed so seductive and desirable beauty like in a restaurant, but still remained very sweet and attractive. Yes, and round elastic ass jeans could be seen better. Looking at her out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she was unusually fidgeting in an easy chair produced by the German car industry, looking at the salon with curiosity.

- What, did not go on this?

- Nah, on such a cool car yet.

During our conversation in the car and on the autumn embankment, it turned out that she was a village girl, from the outskirts of the neighboring region, nineteen years old, came to enter the university, but it turned out only as a techie, removes together with a more successful friend "Khrushchev", moonlighting as a waitress. Our cheerful company got her just on the second working day. So it’s not at all surprising that my not the most expensive car seemed cool to her, and my one-story, solid house with a neat lawn was a smart mansion.

Before deciding to go to me, we wandered for a long time along the shore, holding hands, admiring the reeds and the sunset against the background of sleeping areas and factory chimneys, kissing on a bench at dusk, and then, after shaking, in the car. I squeezed her elastic big boobs and a hard round ass through jeans under a T-shirt, almost fucking right in the cabin, but Vika bucked up and almost ran away. Then she came to the conclusion that if you count the restaurant, then the meeting is still the second, not the first, and taking into account the fact that I live alone in my house, Vika agreed to go to me.

I could, of course, embellish our sex, describe it with passionate, insane and romantic, but I was not used to lying: everything was rather traditional, if not to say banal. Long French kisses in the twilight of the living room with a gradual undressing, I'm on top of her on the couch, she tries podmahivat and moan, but it turns out not to be very good, but not so bad. Naturally, I used a rubber band. She, of course, has long been not a virgin, but also not a guru of sex, she does not look like an experienced slut. As, by the way, I: I couldn’t brag about any special size or agility. The first time finished in about five minutes, not more. But still her young juicy body manifested itself: after a cup of coffee and not a particularly skilled blowjob, I once again fucked her, but already crustaceans. Vikina's round meaty ass nicely slammed on my thighs, and her boobs dangled like two church bells in time with our simple movements. I liked to crush these two big elastic balls, I have never crushed such great boobs.

To spend the night she stayed with me. She phoned her friend, took a shower and lay down to me under the flank of what her mother gave birth to. I fell asleep quickly, and woke up from the fact that my dick handled Vika's hot mouth. It was already light, I would soon get up for work, but Vika saddled my fighter from above, her protruding nipples pleasantly tickled my hairless chest.I reached for the nightstand, got the condoms, but Vika stopped me:

- Today you can in me, I calculated.

But naturally ...

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