One day, while reading the mail, he came across pretty good poems by a certain Olga Tumanova. Have posted. Poems began to come more often. Noticing that some of them required further work, he invited the author to the editor. She came simply dressed, not very bright, low woman of slender build, with a graceful figure and quite pleasant voice. She looked like she was about forty. Her gray eyes looked at him shyly.
We met. Began to sort verses. She had a lot of them - enough for several hours of reading and editing. She became a regular author of the column “Creativity of our readers”, and her poems began to be published regularly. She often came to the editor at the end of the working day and was left alone with him in his office. Anton could not imagine himself without these meetings, noticing that she was not indifferent to him. Long gone to "you." They talked about literature and music and, of course, the moment came when they decided to tell each other about their lives. This once happened at the end of the working day when employees began to go home.
Anton had almost nothing to tell. He is in his sixty-first year. He graduated from the institute in absentia, married for the love of a classmate when she got pregnant from him. Daughter and son are already adults. The son studies in polytechnical institute, the daughter is married. There is a grandson. Wife works. Relations with her are now good, although for a long life together everyone has happened. They have been living together for twenty-five years ...
Olga told me a lot of interesting things. She turns out to be disabled in the second group. She is healthy in winter and summer, but in spring and autumn she develops an aggravation of depression and then she is undergoing treatment. He lives with his parents and his twenty-year-old son. No husband. I spent four years in a mental hospital, I was convicted ...
- judged? - Anton was surprised, - and for what? ..
- In short, for murder ... It is very hard for me to remember this period of my life. I'm afraid that you will drastically change your opinion about me, but I don’t want to do that ...
- Olya, I promise that I will not change my opinion. Be frank with me. I really want to know everything about you, - he assured her.
- I got married when I was twenty. After the birth of his daughter, her husband spree and went to another. I had a seizure and unconsciously I drowned a ten-month-old baby in a bath. I was assigned a psychological - psychiatric examination. They recognized the mental illness and sent me to a psychiatric hospital for treatment, where I was treated for four years. There I got pregnant. Son's father is unknown ...
“I was twenty-three,” she continued her narrative. My body craved male affection. I began to masturbate at night, but this exercise only partially met my growing need for sex. In our department in the majority were very elderly women. My age was only one portly, busty girl with a weightlifter figure. When she heard about my desire, she said: “If you can keep your mouth shut, then you will have plenty of men. They are disgusting to me - I have an affair with a doctor. ”
“At first I was fucked by two orderlies in the toilet on our floor,” she continued. On the first date, they were in a hurry and decided to fuck me at the same time. One of them, who was younger, sat down on a lidded toilet and, exposing his cock, forced him to sit on it. My sex-hungry vagina clasped his cock tightly, and I groaned with pleasure. But the older one, quickly stuck in my mouth with his short but thick noodle, silenced ... Then they switched places. I learned what a blowjob. If bliss was spreading down my stomach, my lips and throat were very sore, but over time I got used to it and looked forward to their change.
- Soon the attending physician noticed me. During his night duty, he invited me to the staffroom and forced me to give him a blowjob. With him, I often had nothing but a blowjob, too soft for him to have a huge member. But when he managed to insert it into me, it seemed to me that a head of corn was inserted into the vagina. At first it was very painful for me, but gradually I got used to it and in every possible way I helped him to string myself on his “head”. Once during intercourse, the chief doctor of the hospital found us. A big scandal happened. My doctor was fired, and his place was taken by the chief doctor himself. He was about seventy. I gave him a blowjob, and he satisfied me with his fingers. This he called "manual therapy."
Unfortunately, he retired. And then I met with the guards. With each of them I had to enter into intercourse under the risk of being caught. For some reason I began to like it. Enjoy risky sex. Finally, I got pregnant. A son was born, and I stopped all communication for a while. After leaving the hospital I had many men, but I could not connect my fate with any of them ...
Having finished her story, Olga burst into tears and Anton had to calm her down for a long time. He was very sorry for this small, pretty woman with such a difficult fate. The fact that she killed her child alerted him, but did not push him away. He understood that this was due to her illness.
It was June in the courtyard, and Anton, thinking that until the fall, when she started to get depressed, was still far away - he decided to flirt a little with her without any serious relationship. It will turn out sex - well, it will not work - even better. After the past youth he wanted to believe in the incredible: that he is not quite old and women pay attention to him. Let even the disabled. “Why am I worse than the men who used it? - he thought, stroking her thin shoulders trembling with sobs.
Olga calmed down. I wiped away the tears and suddenly hugged him. Brought her tear-stained face to his face and began, like a child, to kiss his forehead, cheeks. Anton put up his lips and their kiss was not at all childish. He clutched her so obedient body to him and felt that she was ready to surrender to him right here on the desktop. And she, in confirmation of this, began to take off her panties. “Let's not come here,” he pleaded, but her hands were already unfastening his trouser belt ... “I want to thank you for your attention to me,” she whispered passionately.
In the corridor, the cleaner cleaned the floors, fidgeting around the linoleum, and now and then passers-by walked along the street (his office was on the first floor of the building). The situation was clearly inappropriate for sex, but the blood of hot pushes already beat in his temples, making it impossible to think anything. Undressed to the waist, he laid her on his short table. The height of the table was slightly below the level of his groin. Her head hung on the opposite side of the table.
A few years ago, he watched the American film “Eyes Wide Shut”, starring Tom Cruise. There he spied the original pose of intercourse. I dreamed of trying to try with my wife, but she categorically refused. Decided now to fulfill his dream with Olga. Came from the side of her head and brought his swollen penis to the limit to her mouth. She instantly understood everything without words and immediately set to work. He lay down on her and, holding her legs, plunged his tongue into her completely not small vagina.
After a while she asked him to change his position. Returned to the opposite side. Throwing her legs on his shoulders, he pulled her hips over her hips. I did not feel the habitual girth by the walls of the vagina, although the testicles already rested in her crotch. “Wow, pussy,” he thought briefly. She closed her eyes quietly whispering: "Do not stop, wait!" More more... ". Finally,...
her body shuddered in a strong orgasm and went limp. his feet slipped from his shoulders.
“I haven't finished yet,” he whispered to her, “let's continue ...”
- Now I will do everything as it should ...
I came back from the side of her head ... With his wife, who had very strict rules and never allowed any deviations from the classical pose, he didn’t have a blowjob. But Olga in this case was a true professional. Clutching her head with her lips, working her tongue, she gradually pulled her cock deep into her mouth, then quickly returned it to her lips. She made these frictions faster and faster. Anton, clasping Olgin’s head with hips, helped her, pressing her nape to the side surface of the table ... His orgasm came when the head of the penis was somewhere in the area of her glands ...
And then, unfortunately, the door opened, and the cleaning lady with a bucket entered the office ... She quickly retreated. “Shameless, they have found time and place,” was heard from the corridor. Anton quickly put himself in order, Olga did the same.
We went out into the corridor. Anton thrust a hundred-ruble bill into the hands of the cleaning woman and quietly said: “Baba, Shura - no one’s a word”.
Felt that evening he was not very good. Wife in the eye did not look. In bed, his wife caressed him, and he was forced to do his marital duty. The orgasm did not come for a long time, and the wife was lingering, sluggishly getting into the beat of his movements with her rather lush ass.
“Tanya,” he declared to her, tired of useless body movements, “something is somehow routine with you ... No diversity ... Let's try something else ... In the Kama Sutra there is a pose called“ sixty nine". Let's try?..
- This is still where? - she was surprised.
He recently viewed all the poses of this Kama Sutra on the Internet and wanted to see what he saw in practice. He quickly explained his position to his wife and, to his surprise, she quickly understood everything. My wife had a rather long clitoris, about five centimeters. He hung her over the entrance to the vagina and often interfered with intercourse. But now Anton completely took it in his mouth, tongue licking his entire hardened surface. His wife worked with his member suspicious miracles, in no way inferior to Olga in this matter. Orgasm came at both at the same time. Moreover, the wife only slightly choked, swallowing his sperm inside.
- Tanya, where did you get this blowjob experience? After all, we have never tried with you? ... You cheated on me? ..
- You, when you left me and lived for half a year on the other, thought that nobody needed me? ... I had a man ... He died in an accident ...
Anton, knowing the guilt behind him, did not aggravate the situation. He hugged his wife, and they fell asleep in the deep sleep until the morning.
Olga didn't come to the editor for a week. And Baba Shura was often in his office with cleaning.
- Baba Shura, - he could not stand her visits, - I already have all the furniture shining with brilliance ...
“You are shining and have faded,” she retorted, rubbing the back of a small guest sofa, “and what kind of woman am I? ...” Only five years older than you ... Four years later, my Lenya died, and I so I miss the male affection ... Tell me, what did you find in this shmakodyavke? ... No faces, no skin ... I do not understand these men. They see alien women, and those who are close - do not notice them point-blank ... Bringing money to me ... You should have thrust something else to me ...
Anton listened to her long monologue and could not take his eyes off her two seductive hemispheres a little lower than her waist, which with each of her inclinations attracted her with terrible force. especially for sexytal.com When she once again leaned over and began to wipe the bottom of the sofa, without thinking twice, he closed the door on the lock and went to Shura. He wrapped her robe on her back, and there was no clothes except for her underpants. He unzipped the bra clasps and ran his hands to her impressive chest.
“It would have been like this for a long time,” without being surprised at all, she said, taking off her underpants. - Do you want? - front or rear? ..
- The sofa is small, come from behind ...
Despite his age, the body of Shura could have been envied by a much younger one. When she bent like a cat, kneeling across the couch, exposing his feminine charms to him, Anton's cock barely began to push her labia majora ...
- Well, you and bychara ... It hurts! - Take a baby cream in your robe pocket. I grease their hands ...
Indeed, with the cream it went. Holding Shura for pretty solid tits, he enjoyed a very narrow sex gap, then almost taking out a member and letting out the inflated air, then sinking it to its full length. Small labia of her vagina, at the same time, a ring clasped a member, resisting his progress. It was felt that the woman had not had intercourse for a long time. She moaned so sweetly and loudly that he had to pull his hand out of her bosom and cover her mouth with her hand. After a simultaneous sharp orgasm, we rested for a long time. We agreed to meet once a week after the working day.
All week Anton was looking forward to Olga. He decided to realize what had been achieved in a more suitable setting. She came in the middle of the day. Brought a new poem. Quite emotional and sensual with a hint of what happened to her. Slightly corrected and gave typing typist. The executive secretary was preparing to release the next issue of the newspaper and approved the poem.
Went out with Olga from the editorial office much earlier than the end of the working day and invited her
in the nearest cafe. It was cozy and cool in the basement, quiet music was playing. We ordered Ossetian pies and ice cream for dessert. Olga refused alcohol, but she really liked Ossetian pies.
Came to her apartment. Parents and grandson went to the country, and Anton decided to take the opportunity. Anticipating the rapid intercourse with Olga in the silence of the apartment, he began to undress her in order to be completely naked to have sex. But, to his surprise, she began to protest violently and offered to go for a walk in the nearest grove, referring to the heat in the room. Assuming he was still ahead, he agreed.
The grove was crowded. An orchestra played on the dance floor. Vacationers roamed the central and side alleys. With difficulty, they found an empty seat on the bench. Suddenly, he felt her hand unbutton his pants pants and squeeze his balls. At first I wanted to resist, but seeing that she covers her actions with a rug taken from the house, I decided to get pleasure to the end. When his excitement reached the limit, she began to pull him into the bushes growing along the side avenue. Suspecting nothing, he followed her. Having moved about three meters, she spread the rug, pulled out a standing member from Anton's pants, and squatting, began vigorously doing a blowjob.
“Young people, shame on you,” was heard from behind the bushes. - Now stop ... Unscrupulous ... Now we call the police! ..
He had not experienced such shame for a long time. Almost running, they went to her house. And she, as if nothing had happened, offered at the entrance: "Come on, finish on the playground, I'm afraid that parents will come ...". It was late evening. There were no people around. His eggs ached and he himself already wanted to fuck her in full.
We went for the children's plastic slide ... She became a cancer, exposing her ass. Without much difficulty pushed into her well-developed vagina at the very eggs. Life seemed beautiful and amazing to him. Quickly finished, but she took his limp cock in her mouth and began to masturbate. Long time twice in a row he and his wife did not finish, but Olga did a miracle - the member again became resilient and ready for action.
Tired and satisfied, she returned to her apartment. Anton decided to talk to her.
- Olya, why are you in your apartment not at all willing to have sex?
- I am absolutely not interested in sex in bed. For four years I was engaged in it in offices, corridors and toilets and it was always so acute. Now I can not help myself. I have an orgasm only in extreme conditions. The doctor told me that I developed a syndrome of extreme sex.
“But almost twenty years have passed since your treatment, and you have not lost the habit of it? ... And did you try to get married? ..
- I tried, but without success. There were many men, and now I am not free. I have a man, a doctor. This Sunday, he rolled me on his yacht on our lake. With him were his two friends with his wives.
- And you were with all three? ..
- And why are you surprised? ... The doctor already knows my illness and without possible witnesses, we do not have sex with him.
- These friends were only witnesses? ..
- Why? ... And the participants ... Stealthily from their wives.
Anton did not continue the conversation. The desire to have sex with her was gone. We decided to leave forever. “Here you are small, subtle and pretty,” he thought, “but there is hardly a man who will decide to live with her in such conditions.”
But he was wrong. Somewhere in a year, when she came to the editorial office, she told him that she had married. Her husband, a former widower, raised a twelve-year-old son. Works as a carpenter. She's fine with him. Anton could not resist and asked: "But how did you overcome your desire for extreme sports? ..
What she said may be contrary to medicine, but the fact remains that she got married and happy.
- Vasily, my husband, before sex, turns on the television at full volume with programs that broadcast political talk shows. There are a lot of them now. I have the illusion that someone will find us at the most inopportune moment right now. You will be surprised, but at the same time I have a strong orgasm ... Now I cannot imagine sex without television programs ... Anton wished her happiness in her family life. Poems she no longer wrote. And with Shura his love flared up in earnest. And it is not known at all - how it will end.