I opened the door and immediately rushed to the attack.
- I told you a hundred times not to call me Natusik ... did you say? Spoke! So now do not be offended, I am with you in the offices, - I uttered a moral exhortation, and again slammed the door in front of my nose, staring at my bare chest, husband.
“Well, Natasha, I'm sorry,” the March cat’s meowing again came from behind the door, “Natasha, but now Lech has called, you know what they want with Lenka.” Do you know You do not know ... and if you don’t open it, you won’t find out. You want to know?
The little bastard is the little bastard, he knows my natural curiosity, he knows and uses it. But FIG you ... interrupt ... I will not open.
I dried my hair with a bath towel and hung it on a hook.
- Natasha, well, forgive me, I will never call you Natusik again, ever. Well, okay ... forgive you ... Well, do you want it? Or do not want? Lech and Lenka so-oh-oh-oh-e came up here and they call us with them ... Lech now called invited! No, but if you are not interested, I will call you now, I will tell him that you refused.
But what is there? My curiosity leapt and, turning the door knob, I pushed the door.
- Well, what could be so interesting there while I was in the bathroom, and what I don't know? Tell me about it.
“Lech called,” her husband began smugly and stopped short. His eyes, examining me as a slave in the bazaar, voluptuously ran through my body, until his gaze dropped just below my navel and stuck into my pubis protruding with a mound.
I saw a reptile, well, let him look, he will no longer see, now I'll take it, and I announce him a boycott!
- The fact that your Lech called I already heard. Well, what did your Lech say there? - cold, ignoring the glance of my husband that was magnetised to me, I asked.
- Well, he is ... that ..., - my faithful lost, not finding the words, and I clearly saw how his shorts began to bulge tensely. My husband got up.
- I did not understand anything ... of what ... Can you speak clearly? - and teasing her husband, as if she accidentally ran her fingers through the lower abdomen, hooking and twisting one sponge out with a fingernail.
Husband penetrated.
“To hell with Lech,” my husband, breathing heavily, with a predictable hurricane, burst into my bathroom, dropping shorts on the run and trying to grab me straight, pierced my thigh with a fossilized member, “to hell with Lech and Lenka ... come on right now, huh? I want you - and he tried to cuddle me.
I didn’t even doubt that he wanted me, his sticking witness is the best evidence for this, but it wasn’t part of my plans to surrender.
- You will manage, and you and your friend, I am with you in contraries, - and slamming a palm on the head of the protruding partner of her husband, turned around and bent over, defiantly stretched again for a towel.
The spouse, already suffocated from the impressions surging on him and no longer able to restrain himself, he aki the wild beast, treacherously, from behind, attacked me. Squeezing the nipples out of my swollen boobs, my husband squeezed my breasts with his hands and tried to stick his sharp stake at me, but missed, while quite painfully planting his honed head somewhere between my front door and the back.
“Fool, it hurts,” I roared like a white bear in warm weather. - you didn’t pierce the third hole with your corkscrew ... Get out of here! - and I swung a towel at him.
- Well, Natasha, forgive me, I did not get ... Well, forgive me ... Do you want ... do you want me to fill my guilt right now? - wagged the tail of a man.
“No, I don’t want to,” I replied, putting on myself the ostentatious severity, “I will manage!” - although in reality, it didn’t hurt so much, but it was necessary to teach a little bastard a bit, so ... for fun, that you would know - are you still here? Get out and close the door outside.
- Well, Natasha ...
- Do not Nukai! Get out of here ... Well? - I rested. The main thing now was to wait a moment and not to replay. To spoil the upcoming two weekends of finding out the relationship was not in my plans, - Well ... I told who? - Watching my husband, I, having turned on indifference, turned away. My husband puffed behind my back.
- Aha means offended, it is - well! - I smiled to myself.
Husband tried to take a step and squeeze between my ass and the sink while buried in a member between my buttocks.
- Yeah, right now, so I let you out, dear!
Spinning and, as if accidentally dropping a towel on the floor, I blocked my husband's way to retreat. She leaned behind him, gasped and accidentally planted her open mouth on the purple head sticking out in front of my nose. stories about sex My husband, who did not expect such a gift from me, jerked and froze. He puffed and was angry, I felt it, but to pull a member out of my mouth was now beyond his strength.
Well, now it's my time to suck forgiveness from my husband. But I’ll try! Dropping onto my towel with my knees, I wrapped my fingers around the resilient stem of the penis, arched him and, clasping my lips, began to actively work his quivering bagel with my mouth.
- So, what did Lech call there? - for a moment, letting the head out of my mouth, I asked my husband, and again sucked the leech, now to the bridle under the head and tickling her tongue.
- In the cinema ... They want ... Invite ... Us ... Natasha ... I'll just go down ...
“Well, my darling is gone, so easily you will not get rid of me now! You had a chance not to break to me, but you missed it. ”
- What other movie? Time is ten, - letting go of the head, I slipped my lips over the embossed trunk and buried my nose in his fluffy testicles.
“Yes, not in the cinema, in the video salon,” breathing out, more calmly, the husband said, “Lech says 23, there is black Emanuel there today.” I do not know what it is ... Some kind of erotic. Let's go to?
I left the bag of balls alone.
- What else erotica ... Do you know him Lenka or something? Nun fucking ... builds himself.
Indeed, Lech met Lenka in some town where he went on vacation to his granny, and according to her husband, she “gave” him immediately after meeting him, and “gave” regularly throughout his vacation, while melted and worn out her boyfriend did not offer her the same hand and heart. Which she immediately with joy and accepted.
Lehi’s parents embraced the bride with bayonets, but the young husband, enchanted by the charms of his future wife, showed perseverance. He didn’t listen to anyone or anything, he was fond of the “outstanding” merits of the girl. Although the main outstanding merit of Lena was still a child who had a crooked nose with a crooked nose when he was young. The nose was the only part of the body that somehow protruded from the body of the girl. Everything else was what is called "neither boobs nor pussy." Although I can’t say anything about the second, because Lech bribed her with something. The funny thing was that her maiden name was Carrot. Seriously, I'm not joking. I saved the name and surname. In addition to a very thin female beauty, which only a friend of my husband could see, this miracle also possessed a foul temper. At first, we even managed to make friends, to which our friends were happy, but after a few months of our “friendship” I told my husband that against Leshka, I have nothing, but Lena ...
Thank you husband, he was of the same opinion. A year later, after divorcing, Lech also listened to my opinion.
Our married couple met us near the “House of Life” building, in which the video salon was located. Milo greeted each other, we went inside the "House" and went up to the second floor where the video salon was located. Thank God there was no time left for us to communicate, and our march passed with complete silence. The stuffy room, converted into a cinema hall, greeted us with a friendly laugh. Before the beginning of the film, a cassette with cartoons with Tom and Jerry’s annoying adventures was played. Zalchik .
it was practically already filled, leaving, as if specially for us, the last half-empty row on which we were to be accommodated. I didn’t want to get into the middle and be a neighbor of a fat guy with glasses, and, stumbling at the entrance, I missed Carrot, who took the place next to him. Lech sat down next to her and my husband sat next to him.
I was the last in the last row, next to the slightly open window from which I was already beginning to pull the evening freshness. And it was great! True, there were still a couple of empty chairs next to me, but I truly believed that they would be free. A guy came in and replaced the cassette extinguished the light. The film has begun. I happily exhaled - “Hooray, there will be no neighbors!”. But before I could even breathe out my breath, two shadows, male and female, slipped into the zalchik. They had no choice, and so did I. Neighbors. “Maybe even a neighbor?” - I looked hopefully at the squeezing pair, but even here I was not lucky - Neighbor! This of course overshadowed me, but it was not fatal. Damn it! erotic stories And staring at the TV screen, I began to follow the adventures of a sexy dark-skinned beauty. By that time, I had already seen so much of everything frank and depraved on videotapes that the mulatto's sexual adventures practically did not cling to and moreover did not excite me, although I must admit, in some places I was interested. And the actress herself impressed me much more than her blond namesake.
Gradually, leaning on my husband’s shoulder, I became fascinated by the film, completely forgetting about my neighbors, who occasionally began to whisper and fuss. It annoyed me, but I tried to ignore them. Well tinker and let tinker. This lasted until someone else’s hand touched my thigh and it would be fine to have that part that was covered with a thin cloth of a short skirt, so there isn’t a bare section of it and I didn’t just touch it, I gently stroked it. I boiled and getting ready to fight back, peeled off my husband's shoulder, turned, and with a sharp feline movement I caught the insolent man by the arm. It was already just a super-inaction on the part of a man, and the fact that it was precisely his hand, I never even doubted for a moment! And what was my surprise when, instead of a man's hand, I found under my fingers a gentle, tender female hand stretched over a neighbor, the fingers of which were so excitingly stroking the velvety skin of my leg.
I froze, and my heart suddenly excitedly fluttered. The woman, smiling conspiratorially, looked at me questioningly, clearly expecting my further reaction to my actions, and since I was paralyzed by tetanus, my silence was perceived by her, if not as encouragement, then at least, as permission. Her fingers squeezed my fingers and weakly pulled them towards themselves. It was all so unexpected that I, without even resisting, gave in to the desire of the stranger, who, still smiling mysteriously, put a neat finger to her lips, urging me to remain silent. The mystery and mysteriousness of the woman’s actions began to make me stronger than what is happening with the mulatto on the screen. The stranger even more aggressively pulled my hand and suddenly my fingers felt beneath and wrapped themselves around the warm, elastic flesh of excitedly sticking out ... It can not be ... Maybe ... and how else can! I squinted my eyes. My fingers, held by female fingers, squeezed excitedly protruding member of a neighbor. It was ... I can not even describe how it was, but if I were wearing panties, they would instantly become wet. Sitting in a crowded room next to her husband, watching an erotic film and at the same time holding in his hand the cock of another man in front of his woman. It was incredibly fantastic!
The stranger, having made sure that my fingers were firmly glued to the member of her partner, pushed my fist up and down and apparently remained satisfied, released my pen to free float. And I swam in the full sense of the word. The sensation of gently sliding the fingers over the elastic shaft of the penis, squeezing the swollen head, the elastic flutter of the male flesh in my fist is simply impossible to convey in words, it is only necessary to feel and feel it myself! Sometimes a stranger, apparently trying to check whether my fingers had slipped from HER member, feverishly felt my hand and, having made sure of my grip, put her hand on my fist and then the head jumping out of my fist, pulling on the bridle, began to rub on her palm swollen tip, forcing a man to breathe heavily.
The man clearly liked my caresses, the woman was pleased with her young neighbor, and she herself swam in a pool of pleasure. In general, everyone was happy, but of course it could not last long. The sight of a swinging girl on a swing with her legs wide apart, between which an artificial phallus aimed at her vagina was stuck, did his job, the man trembled, his dick pulsed between my fingers and, if not for the strong hand of the woman who squeezed my fingers, he would surely lower , but our fingers, which squeezed the trunk with a double grip, did not let the lava slip out. The man twitched and fell silent, his dick a little limp, but remained excited. The stranger uncoupled my fingers and independently took possession of the male organ, doing what, she knew, only one manipulation with him, from which the man was breathing excitedly, but did not try to lower it again. My hand remained out of work, and I cautiously, trying not to attract the attention of my husband, and even more so the neighbors to my left squeezed her under her little skirt and touched her melted vulva.
- What's the matter? - I heard her husband whisper. A light touch of the tip of my finger to the pulsing coal of my clitoris caused a spasm, which ran in a wave all over my calf, making him shudder.
- No, so ... nothing ... - I waved my husband and felt my foot gently stroked again. I was invited again.
I twisted my arm and again felt the stranger's member. If for the first time it was elastic like a rubber stick, now it was as soft as a sausage, but not decreasing in size, it continued to remain agitated, and this had its own charm. The woman removed her hand, giving me a member of her man to be torn apart. I don’t know why, but this time I really wanted to cuddle and cuddle him without gently picking up the trunk.
My claws dug into the pliable flesh and the man, who did not expect such an attack on my part, twitched and breathed. My claws ran up and down, kneading sensual flesh, and clinging to the bridle, began to pinch the head. The man exhaled heavily, and the woman's hand once again fell on my fingers, dragging them along with supple flesh to the base of the penis. Now we are jerking a dick in two hands. I got the roots, and the woman tops, that is, she took possession of the head, and left the trunk member at my complete disposal. The man sniffed and on the episode when the snake began to crawl into the milk poured woman's vagina stiffened, and the episode of the rape of a girl with a shepherd dog finished him off. The man's cock trembled, pulsed, and the warm thick slurry pushed the woman's palm, flowing thick and sticky honey into my hand. This time, the woman allowed her neighbor to completely discharge and relax. The man was lucky, he was allowed to relax, and I? Everything just bubbled in me. Having wiped my skirt on my hand, I hardly waited for the slurred film finale.
In principle, I was interested in the film, and with additional effects from the audience, he generally went off with a bang, and quite satisfied leaving the room among the last, I encountered my partner. The man was not interested in me, but the woman ... But I was in such a state that I did not remember her appearance at all. She said something to me, her words flowed into my ear, and flowed out of the other, completely without settling in my head. Behind the threshold my husband, Lech and his crimson Carrot, were already waiting for me. Something like saying goodbye to friends near the “House of Life” I dragged my husband home. I passionately wanted sex, wanted to fuck, wanted to fuck, wanted and could not wait any longer. I was flying by an excited locomotive, dragging a trailer behind me with a trailer, which suddenly pulled the emergency crane, grabbed me in my arms and dragged me through the bushes to the playground. I did not even have time to figure out what was going on, as I was already standing wide, with my legs apart, putting my chest against the back of a wooden bench and with my skirt tucked up to the navel and hard-fingered by my husband.
Oh, how clever he was, how sweet he was then he fucked me. I was literally choking on the excitement that was bursting at me, getting ready to burst a balloon at any moment, and he, like a sewing machine, poked everything and poked me with its steel needle. Stitching through my raging cunt with a double seam, right in the open air, on the street, in the light of the moon and under the gaze of billions of stars. My orgasm was enchanting, to ringing in my ears, to sparks from my eyes, to a long drawn out cry of pleasure to the whole sleeping city! My husband and I finished at the same time and he didn’t even have enough strength at some moment to pull his dick out of me. He finished in me, in my vibrating vagina, pouring it with streams of warm sperm, which stuffed it, dripped from me thick drops on the sleeping heads of dandelions that were under my crotch, and my cry of pleasure, repeatedly reflected from the concrete heights, extended echo in the endless echo space, in time and space.
After such a stormy orgasm, I was incredibly surprised ... my husband continued to stand, and not just stand, and after a moment I was spinning again on his penis, standing on the bench with a crustaceans. And again he finished in me, but I didn’t care, on this rampant night I disappeared, I wasn’t, I didn’t exist in this world. There were only our genitals clutching at each other with a death grip and eagerly fighting for orgasm! The battle continued wherever our pussies could reach each other. Passionate battles took place on ladders, on slides, swings, standing, sitting, cancer, and also in unknown acrobatic poses. We fucked with my husband until his dick was able to give at least some signs of life, until he, once again not letting down, despite all my efforts, did not remain to hang a breathless fighter. I got the victory, and I had already experienced my last orgasm, sitting, putting my legs on the bench, widening my knees to the sides, while my husband, buried his face in my crotch smeared with my own juices, eagerly licked my clitoris.
We returned home when it was already dawn on the street. We walked along Saturday morning drenched in the morning sun, embracing, huddling close to each other, soiled, exhausted, but burning with happiness and recklessly pleased! Began a new day
PS And during the day I started “holidays”, but this is me, by the way.