Eh Shura Shurachka, what a fool I am. Although it may not. Much of my body, over which, unlike nature, my best friend Natasha and the line of behavior that we have chosen have very, very much liked me. Who does not remember, and maybe someone has forgotten We with Natasha - my girlfriend with the help of strong hormonal drugs for two years brought my body to a relatively acceptable state. Before you was no longer a boy, but a quite tolerable young lady with soft, inviting, velvety white skin with no signs of hair, pretty decent pyramids of breasts, a slender figure with a thin waist and pear-shaped buttocks from which beautiful slender legs grew. Relatively attractive face, so it was a beautiful girlish face with a competently applied makeup. The only thing that caused a certain imbalance in this beauty is that this segment with the eggs, as Natasha and I called it a little large clit. And having dressed a bra, thongs with a belt and beautiful stockings and having thrown on a silk dressing gown, you can’t guess that there is a boy in front of you. Although I'm sorry I'm not a boy anymore, I just don't have the right to call myself that. I have long been a sexual toy in the hands of my doctor - Natasha.
And then somehow during the regular training of my hole with the help of the strappon, the decision was made, but no one asked me to add some zest, to make a tattoo on my buttocks, which would even more excite men during sexual intercourse with me. But in principle, I wanted it for a long time. Agreed on Saturday. In the morning I did all the hygienic procedures, put on make-up, put on only an erotic bra because the half-naked body excites more than completely naked. A short silk robe, which barely - barely covered my charms and plunged in anticipation of the arrival of the master. But the bell, as always, rang unexpectedly pulling me out of the world of erotic fantasies. Natasha is the same as it changed by sending me to open the door
On the threshold stood a pretty nice young man about my age with a case in hand. Seeing me, he slyly winked and introduced himself as a master and asked for permission to pass. While I was closing the door behind him, I felt like he grabbed my ass. It was so nice. As if nothing happened, I invited him to go into the room. With Natasha, they apparently were old friends. Greeting each other, they hugged and kissed, which even caused me a spark of jealousy
- Well, Shura, come back to me, look at the object of work. Let's take the dressing gown
I went up, took off my robe and for the first time felt girlish shame in front of a man. My one hand involuntarily covered her breasts, although they were in a bra and the other lay on the jumped penis. Natasha, seeing what changes occurred in my psychology, was pleased with herself smiling - the experiment was a success. While the master was examining the object of his work, stroking my thighs, buttocks, and thighs below my buttocks, I was all trembling, my body was covered with goosebumps, in my heart there was a struggle between shame and the desire to surrender to this guy, I was like a volcano. My nipples stood up and I felt it with my own hand, my ass moved back towards the master, and the hand covering the clitoris was filled with sperm.
- Well, I ask on the bed. Let's begin - Natalya invited with a smile watching my behavior
Putting me on the sofa, the master took off my bra to breathe better and, as if by chance, grabbed my breasts, straightening me on the bed so that I would take a comfortable position for him. From this touch and the consciousness that I lay before him naked and so accessible, I almost fainted.
The master began his work and his every touch to my body caused a storm of emotions in my soul. I wanted to shout - Yes, Yes, More. But My dreams were interrupted by Natasha
- - Listen Shurochka.in order to distract you a little from a little pain, let's do our favorite thing, lick me — and with these words. She, too, completely naked, sat in front of me, leaning on the headboard and widely spread legs bent at the knees, plunged my head between them. I began to lick her vagina with some kind of frenzy. My sexual energy was apparently transmitted to her. Natasha screamed and twisted in convulsions and already several times watered me with her death. Apparently an overexcited woman and smells like something in different ways, because for the first time I discovered unfamiliar odors in her secretions. When I was already lying in a puddle of her mucus with a damp face all cosmetics were smeared over it. Natasha decided to relax and take a shower. When she left I heard a small voice over my ear - Your body is very attractive and graceful, especially the alluring ass. I will do everything to make you even more attractive. Having taken a shower, Natasha returned with some sort of pill and offered me a drink to calm her down. After drinking it, I then fell somewhere in the abyss. I do not know how long I was left in the wake, but they woke me up.
- - Get up Shura and see. what did we do
Having a little recovered, I walked up to the mirror and what I saw, symmetrically arranged large bows stood on my thighs immediately after the folds of the buttocks. In general, bows are associated with a gift and now this gift for a man who will own me became me. But what surprised me the most was the zipper that came from the same folds and going up to the lower back ended in a closed area there. And then I heard a comment by Natalia
- - Well, now Shurachka is now immediately visible that we are facing a welcome gift for a man, and the open lightning symbolizes that your hole is always open for access. Just a class !!!
A little snack and drink I was asked to thank the master for which of course I was ready. And all three of us completely nude went to bed.
The master sat down at the back of the bed with his legs wide open, bent at their knees so that I could see all the beauty of a gorgeous cock, I stood with cancer in front of him facing him, and Natasha fell in behind me. I began to lick his head with trepidation, feeling how his instrument at the same time acquired its working form, then began moving its tongue along each vein with which the penis was covered. Going down to his testicles, I took them into my mouth trying to completely swallow and also try lowering my anus taste with my tongue, then climbed back to my head, gradually and rhythmically swallowing it. By this time, I had already learned how to do a throat blowjob and my movements took place with the maximum amplitude, delivering the maximum pleasure to a man. I then rested my face against the hair of his groin and then released the head from the embrace of my throat. The master growled and twitched like a wounded beast. At this time, Natasha stretched my hole with a strap-on, and therefore the groans and growls were mutual. And then the master twitched and I felt that the head, having increased in size even more, gave me a fountain of his sperm right in the stomach. But there was so much sperm that it filled my mouth too. Oh, what nectar is this. I licked him every drop and even with pubic hair. Looking into his eyes, I realized that he was pleased and grateful for the pleasure I gave him. Having rested for a while, it was time to open the zipper lock and I turned to the master with a trained butt, and facing Natasha, who was in front of my face, also spreading her legs wide apart and bending their knees.
The master entered me gently without pain and sudden movements. His head was heading towards the depths of my body, delivering incredible pleasure to me. He was the master of the situation and therefore he himself set the rhythm of copulation. At the same time, in the same rhythm, I enjoyed Natasha licking her vagina. Imagine a picture - on the bed there are three moaning and writhing bodies merged in ecstasy, growling and screaming.And then came the moment of truth, and I realized that my insides are filled with hot nectar of love and at the same time no less hot streams flow through my lips and face from Natasha. I generally keep quiet about myself - everything is damp under me. All in some kind of bliss fall on each other. Then Natasha and the master got up and went into the shower, and I was left lying on the bed all in sperm and mucus, but I did not have the strength to rise
Before leaving, the master approached me and patted me on the pope thanked me for the pleasure I had given him. Raising my face I told him THANKS. And suddenly he reached into his suitcase, took out his typewriter and clasped my face to him and pinned a point on my lip on my upper lip. (This meant that I was a lover of oral sex), but I had no strength to resist and I took it for granted.
Natasha, holding the master hooked to me and stroking my ass, said — Well, that my girl in a couple of weeks will deal with your pubis
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They sat at the table with Irina, listened to light, unobtrusive music, watched a large book with pictures of impressionist artists and drank coffee, flavored with brandy.
Irina bothered in the kitchen, cooked a simple treat, and all the attempts to help her said that they were guests and let them drink coffee for the time being.
Anatoly turned the page, looked at the incomprehensible image, all in cells, and asked Yegor quietly:
- How have you been? Is everything okay
- Not really, I did not come on time. I wish I did not go at all.
- Anna Yakovlevna when promised to come?
- She did not say when exactly, but asked her to wait.
- Ask Irina to call.
- She called, do not pick up the phone. Already three times. Also worried.
Irina brought sandwiches, filled cups with new coffee, generously added brandy to it.
- Eat while pizza, drink coffee, and generally have fun. She sat down in a chair, took the cup and leaned back.
- How do you like my book?
- The book is good, beautiful, just not quite clear pictures. Apparently, I have not yet grown to such beautiful sketches. Anatoly shows a single page with many colored leaves on it.
- Do you have pictures of classical artists? - he asked.
- There is. Now I will show you another one that nobody has ever seen. She was here in the attic when we bought the house. I accidentally found it, and sometimes I look through it myself. Very nicely written.
She wanted to get up, but Anatoly kept her.
- You do not rush, we have nowhere to hurry. And you are tired. All day on his feet. He put his hand on her knee.
- Well, now finish my coffee and bring. I worry why Anna Yakovlevna is not responding. She always answered or called herself.
- Maybe the meeting was delayed?
- Maybe. Irina looked time. - Now I will call again.
She dialed the number. No answer.
Irina in a Chinese dressing gown with gold dragons on a black background looked like a geisha from films. Long floors sometimes swung open, revealing slender, plump calves. The rest dorisovyvalo ardent imagination of adolescents.
Anatoly added a little volume, went up to Irina and knelt before her.
- Let me invite you to dance?
- With joy!!! I haven't danced for a hundred years!
They slowly circled in the dance, sometimes their bodies were touching; then they drank coffee again, danced again.
Egor watched books, admired reproductions, drank coffee and ate pizza. Anna Yakovlevna still was not.
Irina called again, but there was no answer.
The situation was tense. She knew very well how to behave with adult men, but two spermotoxicotic teenagers, after watching the Internet, could become unpredictable and mess things up. Anatoly was already pressing her too hard during the last dance, trying to get under her bathrobe, and very brazenly. She was surprised by his behavior, because there was no reason yet.
Anna Yakovlevna's phone did not answer. And then Irina made the only decision — not to resist the encroachments of adolescents, but try to lead them.
She added loudness, poured coffee for everyone, added more brandy, drank, and began to dance in front of the guys Indian belly dance. Twisting into a dance, she caught on their admiring glances, the surprised expression on their faces indicated that she was on the right track. And when she dropped her robe and stayed only in the bra and shorts, teenagers were just dumbfounded.
Despite her age, Irina has retained a pretty, slightly stout, figure. And so the guys just baldeli, admiring the dance and wanting her body.
The music ended, the charm went away with her, but Irina remained. Only now she was even more desirable, and Anatoly invited her to dance. But now he acted decisively and cheekily, without a twinge of conscience began to kiss her lips, neck, breasts. She tried to resist, but was broken, thrown on a sofa, kissed from head to toe.
Within a minute, she herself opened her legs before the stormy attack of Anatoly's member, who bravely and unceremoniously entered her.
He was the most violent being on the planet. Her body had just not bounced under it, so zealously Anatoly tried to reach the bottom in it.
Having dried up, he did not lie back on his side, but continued to lie on her hips, swaying slightly until his member rose again and was in it.
Irina did nothing, did not even try to abandon intimacy, realizing that she could cause an uncontrollable feeling of dissatisfaction in a teenager. Yes, and she felt the pleasure of his movements. Only too zealously he acted, she was frightened by his assertiveness. Her body was completely subordinated to his will, responded to any signals, she gladly helped him change his postures, adjusting to the rhythm of his movements.
Egor sat at the table and saw nothing. He drank his coffee and Anatolia's coffee, closed his eyes and just listened to music. Gradually, a dream came over him, and he did not see that Irina and Anatoly were getting up on the couch.
Upon seeing Egor sleeping, Anatoly did not wake him up, but again led Irina to the sofa. Only now they were in no hurry, enjoying every moment allotted to them today.
Anatoly then asked Irina to simply move her legs, and swayed on her like a penguin on an ice floe, then, on the contrary, she put a pillow under her hips, and then, bending her knees in her knees, put her feet in the same place, threw her hands behind her head, leaning forward. Anatoly baldel from such, kneeling, he slowly, with the arrangement moved in Irina. It was only when he finished-restraint changed him, and he squeezed his shoulders with force, trying to penetrate as deeply as possible.
Irina was pleased — the evening was a success; no one had done her three times in such a short time. And the boy was also glad that he had given pleasure to a beautiful lady.
They came to the table, Irina quickly put things in order, wanted to offer coffee again or something else, but Anatoly said that she would go and seem in an orphanage - they did not say where and to whom they went.
Irina agreed, only asked to help her transfer Egor to the sofa. Let him sleep enough. The two of them quickly laid the kid down, she covered him with a rug, and, after Anatoly accompanied him, asking him to find out, if possible, with Anna Yakovlevna, she went into the kitchen.
But stayed there for long. The thought of Egor did not give her peace. She went to the sofa, took off the rug, pulled off her pants, took Egor's dick in her hands and began to slowly masturbate. To her surprise, he quickly rose, and his size was quite significant, larger than many of the men she knew, not even in a fighting position, he admired.
Irina quickly pulled off her panties and tried to sit on top. But did not have time. She again began to quickly move her hand down the trunk, but did not work, she was late. And only from the third attempt she sat down. To Irina's joy, the trunk began to grow in size, to grow stronger, and soon she was jumping up and down with a satisfied smile on Egor.
A quiet sniff stopped, Irina saw the deep lakes of a guy who didn’t understand where he was and what he was doing with him.He tried to get up, even began to push Irina away, but then he guessed what was happening, grabbed her, started kissing, then knocked her back and continued what Irina started, and with great effort and zeal. The sofa, which until then had only creaked slightly, now creaked with terrible force, sometimes even howled with joy.
Irina was surprised where from in so flimsy-looking a lad so much energy! She could not move, so zealously tried Egor. Having accelerated the pace, he made a sound similar to the one that the rabbit makes when jumping off the bunny after mating, and jerking a couple more times, got down from Irina and lay down next.
She caught her breath, got up, then sat down next to her, took his hand.
“You're like a hungry wolf that got to free lamb.” Ate?
- You are very tasty lamb. I want more.
- Enough for today, you're tired, and I want to relax. Come a little later. When a sweet gets a lot, it becomes cloying. We must measure to know everything, and fucking, too.
She got up, went to the kitchen, knocked on the plates.
- Do you want to eat? - asked quietly.
- Of course I want! I never refuse to knock with my trunk on the plates. Especially if they have delicious food cooked by such a lovely and pretty woman like you!
- Then go sit down. There will be pasta in a fleet. And green tea. Enough coffee for today.
- Charming, my joy! I'm on the road.
After a simple dinner, they again made love, drank light grape wine, it was easy and pleasant for them to be close to each other.
There was nothing that could darken their calm, joyful in its own way, day.
Anna Yakovlevna's phone accidentally switched to silent mode. She learned about it only the next day.
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