This new wife and I planned to meet together. In close family, so to speak. This time I didn’t go anywhere, no one called me to visit, and somehow I wasn’t in the mood for gatherings. So we decided to just stay at home with Sveta.
But suddenly, two days before the holiday, I was called by Ira - her sister. I honestly do not even remember when and on what occasion I exchanged phone numbers with her, so I was surprised at her call. With a cheerful voice, she congratulated me on the upcoming and invited Sveta and I to celebrate the New Year with her husband.
In the evening I shared this news with my wife. She, of course, was already in the know, but did not insist on anything. Only, depicting a passive consent, gave me the right to make a final decision. And since, for the time being, I absolutely do not want to sign up as old homebody for some reason, I said that we should accept the offer of Ira and Igor with gratitude.
Towards evening, on the eve of the celebration, we began to gather. I showered, perfumed, put on strictly ironed new trousers and a beautiful shirt, in which I recently went to corporate. To my surprise, Sveta dressed up in worn jeans and her favorite sweater. I was somewhat surprised at her choice, but did not say anything to that.
Anyway, at about five in the evening everything was ready. We put all the ingredients due to us for “Olivier” and “Herring under a fur coat” - essential attributes of a festive feast - into bags and went to visit. Incidentally, I have never been to these guys before that day.
December 31 was a day off for me, but Igor was a worker. Therefore, when we declared, we were met by one Ira. She said that her husband was still on the way, but she was about to be home. The girls immediately dressed in aprons and began to bother in the kitchen, crumbling and mixing the ingredients of the salads, laying out the snacks on the plates, rattling the dishes and continually laughing loudly about something.
I offered them my help, but for me there was no work. I was told to go to the living room, where the celebration would take place, and wait there for Igor. In the middle of the room stood a large, but squat round table with a table top made of thick clear glass. I noted to myself the originality of such a decision, because glass is a durable and unpretentious material that can be used without any tablecloths. At the same time, looking at him, one can see not only the served dishes, but also the parquet, and even the legs of all who sit nearby.
Around the table at equal distances from one another were four rather unusual pouf chairs. They were very soft, low and very comfortable looking. I flopped into one of them and immediately fell almost to the level of the floor. But given the height of the table, it was comfortable. And if I leaned back, the situation turned out to be generally half-lying, my knees were raised. I then thought, it’s good that my Light is in jeans, otherwise it would be embarrassing to sit in a skirt in such a pose.
All this little strange-futuristic furniture, however, was quite convenient for long intimate home gatherings. Looking at the interior and flipping through the console through the channels on the TV set, I passed a little more than half an hour. Then he decided to go through the elevator hall to the stairs for a smoke. While smoking, Igor called me. He spoke in a confused manner, his breath was clearly audible in his voice.
- Wan, hello! ... And you already ... with us? ..
- Hello! Well yes! Waiting for you. Are you coming soon
- Yes, I am already here, in the courtyard ... Damn ... I found a little place to park! Find something - found! Why, there was a snowdrift ... I swung the front wheels, and the rear ones got stuck ... Neither there nor here ... I’m waving a shovel ... Can you help?
- What are we talking about! I'm going to go down! ..
I put out and threw out the unfinished cigarette and returned to the apartment for a second to throw a jacket with a scarf and at the same time warn the girls that I also went to wave with a shovel and push the car out.
- Svetik, Irish! ... I’ll come down to help Igor! He is stuck in a snowdrift ... Some ears stick out ...
No one answered me.
- Hey !!! Pretty women! Where are you? !! - I almost shouted.
- Ah ... Yeah ... Come on, come on! ... We're changing clothes here ... - Sounded through the closed door of the farthest room.
At first I did not attach any importance to this replica. Indeed, what's wrong with that? Well, what else can women do when they are not visible? Matter of course - are they painted or changed clothes ...
Scattered the snow from under the wheels, we hoisted Igor's car to the cherished parking space in the yard. Tired but contented, they slowly smoked one by one at the porch and thirty minutes later they returned to the house, where loud music played and already smelled of food and celebration.
On the threshold we were met by our wives. Seeing them, my friend and I got up, rooted to the spot, because their outfit just made us dumbfounded! Both of them were the same and, I must say, very seductive costumes of Snow Maidens. The fitted light blue, embroidered with silver, the caftan ended in the middle of the bare thighs with a lace border with a snow pattern. His thin elastic fabric emphasized all the advantages of slender and very feminine figures. And the head was decorated with a small beautiful kokoshnik sparkling with rhinestones.
- Both-on! ... - Igor was taken aback by such a spectacle.
“I like it ...?” Sveta made pas, circled around herself and slyly made innocent eyes on both of us. At the same time, the free hem of the caftan was raised by the dome, exposing the hips almost completely.
- Awesome !!! - We answered in chorus, and did not begin to get rid of the outerwear.
- Well? And what is frozen then? Snow Maidens, or what, did they not see the New Year's? Wash your hands - and at the table! It's time to see off the old year! ... - Ira shook us.
They are with the same age. I always confuse which of them is the eldest, but that is not important. They are both similar and dissimilar at the same time. Sveta has light blonde hair, shoulder-length, and Ira is a stinging brunette with hair almost to the waist. Sveta has a quieter and more domestic girl, and Irka, according to her mother-in-law, has always been said to be a lively mischievous and insane. But in general, looking at them, it was immediately understandable - in front of you are sisters.
Ten minutes later they began to sit down at the table. Out of habit, I sat down in the same chair that I had chosen before. Igor sat on my right. So both of us could clearly see the TV screen. The girls, oddly enough, did not argue and settled opposite: Light in front of me, and Ira - in front of Igor.
The first time, while putting salads on a plate, we ran into the kitchen for something forgotten, raised some muddled toasts for the outgoing year, and everything went as usual. I, at least, did not notice anything like that. But as soon as the bustle subsided, and the gatherings began to enter a calmer course, my view involuntarily began to stop at the knees of the Snow Maidens sitting opposite us.
I really like Sveta's knees, but I see them every day. But Ira's knees, and even in such an erotic kaftan they did not give me rest. I did, and tried not to look in her direction, but I did it poorly. Nothing can be done - such is the male nature!
Naturally, I noticed that Igor no-no, yes, and slid through the transparent tabletop on my Svetlanka's naked knees. The girls, of course, pretended not to notice anything. They laughed loudly at our jokes, flirting, having fun, shaking their shoulders and dancing, sitting in their chairs when a good song sounded on TV.
After about an hour, both I and Igor calmed down a bit, and the view of the girl’s half-naked legs under the table hardly bothered us anymore. Perhaps, because the Snow Maidens themselves behaved very modestly: none of them so never once spread her “hips” accidentally under the table.
The clock was only eleven with the minutes, and Igor, tired of the working day and the ensuing forced snow fight, and now loaded with ...
alcohol became lethargic. Yes, and I confess, already a couple of times with difficulty I hid the sudden yawning. In order to stir him up somehow, and at the same time to get around myself, I suggested to him:
- Listen ... Let's go have a smoke? ..
- And let's go! ... Let's smoke! ... - Deliberately, invigoratingly, Irina's husband picked up the idea.
While standing on the stairs with a cigarette, neither he nor I decided to touch upon the unexpected dressing up of our girls, instead they chatted about any nonsense ... But it was obvious that the question “What will happen next?” Hung in the air and did not give both rest.
When we returned, we sat down at the table. While we were away, new dishes and snacks appeared on the table. The upper light in the room was turned off, only the floor lamp in the far corner was on and the Christmas tree was shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow. The sound of the TV has become noticeably quieter, so that nothing distracts from communication.
Everybody had a tasty piece of baked meat and boiled potatoes with dill on the plates. With an unexpected appetite, I leaned over for dinner. Igor, too, intently gnawed a knife and fork on the dishes. The girls behaved somehow unusually quiet, sat with wine glasses in their hands, silently exchanged glances among themselves and carefully watched us.
Cutting off another piece of juicy pork and already anticipating the pleasure with which I’ll send it to my mouth, I out of the corner of my eye saw that my Light changed her posture: she impressively leaned back in her chair and at the same time allowed her knees to move rather boldly. Without ceasing to chew, I involuntarily glanced between them.
But that was only the beginning. My blessed knees slowly but surely blurred around. She was sitting on my left hand, a little sideways to me, and for me the review was limited, but Igor, now raise his eyes, could surely easily consider all the details of the lace pattern on her panties.
I averted my eyes and, after waiting a short time, looked again at my wife. Now she was sitting just in a frankly fucking pose, exposing Igor everything she had under her skirt. She turned her head in the direction of the TV, probably on purpose, so as not to meet my gaze. Then I hesitantly looked at Ira, intending to hint to her, so that she would pull up her obviously forgotten sister.
And what was my surprise when, catching my mind, she began to smoothly but surely take the exact same position! Her white knees pulled high up, only half-way apart, and I already had a gorgeous view of her ... No, not panties! Here they just didn’t appear on it!
The gaze of my rounded eyes clung to two mouth-watering, smoothly shaved, plump folds. They were almost closed and almost completely hid both the inner lips and the clitoris. Through a narrow gap only a thin strip of pink maiden flesh peeped through. On top of the pubis, this splendor is crowned with a hair pattern in the shape of a small butterfly. Having looked at Igor, I found him fiercely chewing a piece of meat and defiantly staring strictly down into his plate.
It became clear that there were no panties in the Light either. And Igor, a few moments ago, found this out, seeing between her legs sweet and completely bald, like a schoolgirl's, girl's pussy. It was clearly some kind of conspiracy on their part! But why all this? What exactly did our Snow Maidens plan?
The prolonged awkward pause was interrupted by the president’s voice on TV. I put the knife and fork aside, picked up the remote, which for some reason lay on the floor next to my chair, and made the sound louder.
- Oh, it's time! We all need to pour for now! ... - My neighbor has come to life on the right. - Svetik, what champagne do you need?
- I'm semi-sweet ...
- And I dry ... Vanyusha, you take care of me? - Rented Irinka.
I decided not to reach across the table, as Igor did now, but to go and fill a lady with a glass. While the cool champagne was flowing in a weak stream, so as not to foam, it ran down the walls of the glass, I stood nearby and felt how her thigh pressed against my knee and makes subtle movements up and down.
It has long been clear that the girls are up to something. But it is absolutely not clear what exactly. How far were they going to go? Judging by the reaction of Igor, no one warned him about anything either. He was clearly perplexed no less than mine, because he did not follow the flow of champagne, and it rushed with a froth over the walls of Sveta’s glass, with which he now showed signs of attention.
The President ended his congratulatory speech with the exclamation “Happy New Year 2019 !!!”. There was a chiming clock. Then followed the contented squeals of the Snow Maidens, the cries of “Hurray!” And the clinking of glasses, which were raised standing and immediately drunk to the bottom. When everyone sank into their chairs, the girls again took up their Puritan poses, as if it were not at all they just adorned their naked "caskets" here before us.
After waiting a moment when both Snow Maidens turned their heads to the TV, I slightly pushed Igor with my elbow and posed my dumb question with bulging eyes.
- Himself in shock! ... - He silently moved his lips to me in response.
And the Snow Maidens, having made sure that we are both now on the one hand, as they say, “in the subject line”, and on the other hand, we are not going to make scenes and scandals here, systematically continued to bring our cunning plan to life.
- And let's play something? - Has offered the hostess of the house. - And then everyone was bored, I look ...
- Let's! And what would we play? - I briskly responded, a little taken aback by his own courage.
- Well, for example, in forfeits. I have a blank! Carry? - cheered Ira.
- Oh, bring it soon, carry it! ... - Svetka played up to her, and together they ran out of the room.
- And forfeits - what's this? On the desire, or what? - With caution in his voice, Igor asked me in a whisper.
- I think it will not do without it! - I advised him in his ear.
- Damn ... You of that ... Do not be angry only, but I have already specifically got up! - He admitted.
- The same garbage! ... But ... you know, you have to hold on!
“Yeah, as they say,“ there is no money, but you are here ... ”- Igor stopped short, because our wives returned.
Strange as it may seem, but in the pre-prepared Irina fanta there was no well ... practically nothing indecent. Except for slapping on the ass, which I received at her request from Sveta for all, through the pants, of course. Yes, a couple of very ambiguous objects depicted in the picture, the purpose of which the fanta had to guess.
In the course of the game, they continually “forgotten” and then in turns, at the same time, Igor and her probably already wet “money-boxes” showed us and Igor. Thus, stirring up our interest in us and hinting at a deliberately delayed continuation for some time.
We played with breaks of hours until two at night, alternating the game with raising and emptying glasses. Alcohol did its job, and all the stiffness of our company finally disappeared somewhere. And the periodic demonstration of the gaping "purses" between the legs of the Snow Maidens has become an integral part of our fun. Everyone wanted that very long-awaited sequel, but no one knew how to get to it. No one except Ira ...
- Oh ... Something I already get bored playing this ... Are you not tired, boys? - Zanyla Svetlana.
- Well, to be honest, there is a little bit ... - I confessed.
- Yes ... Let's dance, maybe? - I suggested for some reason Igor.
Nobody was obviously in a mood to dance. They all played hormones, and by no means childish!
- Well, then we can play another game ... It is much more alive and interesting! - Inserted her “five kopecks”, the main mass-runner, straightening her kokoshnik on her head.
“Is the game again? ...” Sveta ached with delanoi in her voice.
- Yes, but ... she ... is vulgar, of course, to be honest! But oh, very interesting and will be remembered for a lifetime - I guarantee it to everyone! Because I know for myself! ..
- Well, uh ... - Igor significantly pointed out.
- About "ke-e-her! Come on! Spread the rules already!" I summarized the general agreement.
As soon as Ira began to talk about the rules of the new game, it became clear to Igor and me how it would all end. To my shame, I must confess that I did not want to give up on it. I think all those present at that moment, despite the alcohol they had drunk, were hesitant, at least a little. However, none of us thought it would stop ...
The game called “Candle of Desire” was as follows. erotic stories of sexytales A man had to take a candle in his mouth for a cake and put it in the ass of a girl standing on all fours. Then light, holding a burning match in the teeth as well. While the candle was burning, both were supposed to write their wish on a piece of paper, set it on fire from the candle flame, then burn it to the ground, make sure that the ashes completely fell into the champagne glass, and drink a drink along with the ashes. And only after that the candle should have been extinguished, firmly clutching her mouth, and then taken out of the girl's ass.
- ... then the intrigue is to have time to do everything! Otherwise, the priest may suffer, and then he will have to pick out the cinder with his teeth! ..
After that, deathly silence prevailed, which seemed to last forever.
- Come on you! What are you ?! Yet yours! Let's play! ... The main thing is to start!
After about ten seconds after Ira finished her monologue, everyone at once began to neigh. But now no one did not object. There was only a dispute about who will play first.
- In! Great, Irka! Here you will show us everything! - My wife suggested.
- Yeah! For sure! Come on, show us a master class with Igorkom, and we’ll follow you! - I fingered.
- Mmmm ... No! Not with Igor. I want Ira to play with you ... And then I will play with Igor. Nobody mind, I hope?!. - Fun asked Light all those present.
The question was idiotic at its core! Because from the point of common sense, absolutely everything would have to be against. But, given the circumstances, no one dared to open his mouth to argue something.
Ira, with a condescending nod, stretched out her hand and took from the drawer of the cupboard, obviously specially prepared for such a case, a sealed set of candles for the cake. There were probably fifty of them there!
- Wow! Candle of desire ... Yes, you have a whole chandelier of desire to ignite here! Wish - do not chew! - Absolutely sincerely my Svetlanka turned the little eyes on this.
- Well, what are you, Vano, freaked out? Come on, come here! And turn off the floor lamp on the way, because now you’ll light a candle ... - Ira winked at me, unsealing the Chinese packaging with her teeth.
I obediently got up, turned off the extra light source and approached Ira. She handed me a box, offering myself to choose a candle. I took one and for some reason smelled it, it smelled like some kind of honey. Then he tried on how I would hold her mouth.
- Just do not teeth, lips grab, and then bite and swallow more ...
Giving the candle a lip, I met my eyes with my wife, who sat back in her chair and prepared to enjoy the unusual sight. Then he looked at Igor and also did not find in his eyes any resentment about what I intend to do now with his buttocks. Why, why would he object? After all, he knows for sure how I will “revenge” for this!
Ira slightly pushed her chair back, keeping the direction so that nothing escaped the view of the audience sitting at the table. Holding the candle in my mouth at the very end with the wick, I tried not to slobber it, otherwise it would not burn.
- So ... Now come back to me and kneel down ... God's servant ... - Drunk Irka blasphemed, settling down on all fours in her chair and lying down on her belly in her broad back.
I did as she said. Now her ass, which was still covered with the hem of the caftan, was right on my face. My temples pounded with excitement and excitement.
- So ... the matches are out ... Oh, Svetik, stretch your foot, get a notebook and pencils from the drawer, pull out a couple of leaves in advance! And why are you sitting? - She turned now to her husband. - Let's pour the champagne!
Sveta and Igor began to bustle, but I still stood five centimeters from the bare bottom of another's wife’s priests and had little faith in what I was about to do now ...
- Well, that's it! We are ready, you can start! - Igor commanded after half a minute.
Trying to overcome the trembling in my hands, I confidently lifted and put Ira on her back, hiding her mouth-watering hateful hare of the blue attire all this time from my eyes. Two round white fleshy buns immediately appeared before me in all its glory. I put my palms on them and parted a little to get access to a tight close hole. Ira responded by giving the ass a little back and pulled up.
It only seems that the candle for the cake is so long! And considering that a centimeter and a half were clamped in my mouth, in order to only touch the center of the ring to another with its tip, to which I had to insert a candle, I had to press my cheeks tightly to its soft and warm halves. My nose at the same time was in the hollow between the apart girlish buttocks. They smelled the smell of some cream or perfume.
- Not ... not there ... a little lower! ... Here ... Aha, here! ... Come on ... Sui! - The coordinator coordinated my actions.
I tried and pressed with all my might, but the candle didn’t want to go into the dry ass.
- Ay ... Well, damp her or something! Why are you so unclear? - She lamented. - Is there really nothing to moisten with me ?!
This idea came to my mind a long time ago, but I myself did not dare to bring it to life, since I was not sure that my initiative would be appropriate. But, having received the instructions, he immediately spent a candle between the folds of Irina "pilots". The base of the candle, wetted with grease, now easily dived deep into the ring.
Pulling back, I looked at the result and realized that I had thrown a candle in her ass exactly half. Afraid that we would have so little time for all the other actions, he pressed his face to the girl's ass again and pulled the candle out slightly with his lips. On both sides, applause and satisfied exclamations of the spectators immediately followed, holding their breath and watching my manipulations.
While I was lighting a match, Ira looked back, trying to push out her bare tail, so that the candle inserted into it would assume the most vertical position possible. All this time I was on my knees, having bent a little, because despite the excitement, my cock hardened in my pants, and this could be seen from the side.
Burning a candle was not as difficult as I expected. Ira was a little nervous, because she felt the nearness of the fire with her bare ass and was clearly afraid that I would burn her now. And I again opened my palms with her supple buns as wide as possible and brought the flame to the wick of the candle sticking out of her ass. As soon as the wick caught fire, Sveta and Igor applauded again.
- Well done! - My assistant praised me. - You have never played this before ?!
- Yes, no ... I just have an intelligent mentor!
- So, pyrotechnics! ... - Light interfered, - Will you make up your wishes? The candle is not endless! See how fast it burns! ..
The candle really burned faster than I thought, and crackled merrily. It was impossible to pull. Ira wrote her wish right in the notebook, hanging her head over the back of her chair. And I took the torn-out piece of paper and sat on the edge of the table.
Half a minute later, we were ready to bring notes of desire to the flame of a candle, which by that time had shortened by almost half. I took Irina’s hand with my hand and helped her do it. In my other hand I had a piece of paper with my desire. While the notes were burning, we held them over the glasses of champagne and thought about the hidden ...
- Oh ... Something is already getting hot for me there! Let's drink already! Are you ready?
We drained our glasses to the cheers of the audience. Then I ...
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 ... - Sveta paused in mid-sentence, jumped up, walked over to her sister and finished the phrase 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 toad.
- 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? - specified Igor.
- 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, without any constraint, put their feet on the seats of their chairs and assumed a pose as if they had come 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!
) go to bed, taking off her panties, and without any excuse to substitute under the oral caress your hairless crack. Even if on this day for sex both of them simply do not have the strength or mood, just a couple of minutes of gentle hickey with a deep penetration of the tongue into the bare cunt - and we sweetly fall asleep, hugging tightly.
I was the first to sit, kneeling, on the floor in front of Irina's pussy. The large olive was not inserted at all deeply, and now its already plump lips seemed even plumper. Putting my hands on the inside of the girl's hips, I approached my mouth with an appetizing crack and douched it with a hot exhalation from my mouth.
Ira, apparently, was not spoiled by such caresses, so she was noticeably shy and worried. And if it were not for my hands, which lay on her hips, she would definitely squeeze their heads with them. And when the tip of my tongue touched the skin of her genital lips, tender and salty from the olive brine, she flinched all over and clutched her arms to the sides of her chair.
Barely spreading the quivering maiden flesh, my tongue almost immediately touched the smooth surface of the already slightly warmed “pearl”. It would not be difficult for me in the next second to pick it up with my tongue and extract it from the "shell". But I decided to take advantage of the fact that no one could notice from this side anyway, and for Irinka it was a little stretch for her to enjoy the penetrating kiss into a warm pussy.
On the contrary, I pushed the olive through the tongue a little deeper into her cave. Then, opening his mouth wide, he grasped the soft doors of her "shell" so that they, along with the pubis, were completely covered with my lips. For a couple of seconds, he teased the clitoris with his tongue and again directed him deep into the maiden nature. He felt there a dense round "pearl", dived under it and easily delivered to the very entrance of the vagina.
Irishka shrank all over and, with bated breath, secretly enjoyed the process, so I wanted to repeat this simple manipulation several more times. She was obviously shocked by the fact that I worked between her legs in my outrageous language. The girl did not know how to react, did not say a word and could barely restrain herself from groaning. Only her confused breathing and the quiet creak of the nails on the upholstery of the chair allowed me to judge how she feels.
And Sveta, probably already disappointed to receive the usual pleasure from a kiss in a crack, with might and main coordinated the actions of Igor's language, giving instructions to him in a whisper. He, no doubt, did not have much experience in such caresses. Perhaps this led to the fact that he clumsily drove the "pearl" too deep, and did not know how to get it now. But in the end he managed to overcome his complexes, tried to follow the advice of my wife and with interest mastered a new technique for him.
- Yes ... yes ... yes, yes, yes! ... - Almost squeaked in Whisper of Light, clutching at Igor's hair, when he finally managed to grasp an olive with a tip of his tongue, which did not measure deeply inside the slippery pussy .
I deliberately tried to adjust the next pulling of the olives to the entrance of Irina Mink to this climax. Due to this, it turned out that we almost simultaneously broke away from the “shells” of our Snow Maidens, gently squeezing the treasured “pearls” extracted from them in our teeth.
I raised myself and brought the olive to Ira's face. She barely opened her eyes, there was a smile on her lips, and her whole body relaxed and went limp. I put one hand on her shoulder, and the other gently and slowly spent on his forehead and cheek, moving toward the black wavy curl, which almost completely hid one eye and stretched along her little nose to his lips.
The Snow Maiden, who had broken off from my kiss, again did not know how to act. She then stretched her lips as if she wanted to kiss me, then simply opened her mouth to accept a part of the olive, which I was going to share with her.
I brought salty and warm fruit now so that she could grab it with her teeth. But neither I nor she was in a hurry to bite off. Instead, we let our lips meet and enjoy each other. The girlish breath impregnated with light alcohol, along with the sensation of warmth from the half-naked tender body that was pliablely spread under me, now also seriously stirred my consciousness.
- Hey! Well, are you there soon? We are everything! ... - Svetkin sobbed us sober.
I just bit a little olive, and Ira finished the movement I started. The halves were already in the mouth of each of us, but we both did not want to interrupt this unusual kiss. Only after some time we found the strength to separate our intoxicating lips from the passion ...
Igor, meanwhile, filled everyone with glasses, and again we drank for something. After that, the girls switched the telly to a music channel, made the sound louder and started dancing to the popular and very catchy song. And we sat back in our poufed chairs and gazed at our lustful Snow Maidens, each thinking about something.
- Listen ... - I pulled Igor's sleeve, - And let's come up with some other game too!
- Come on ... Any ideas? - He noticeably perked up from my proposal.
- Nah, until something is dull ... And you? ..
- Um ... Well, let me think!
The next fifteen minutes the girls jumped and jerked to loud music on the free patch of the room, not forgetting to show us their undiscovered charms under their short hems.
And then, heated by passionate dancing, they came up and flopped down on our knees. Oddly enough, Sveta sat down with me, and Ira - with her husband. His hand was right there at her hem. In response, she wrapped her arms around her spouse and cheered her lips with a kiss.
Less than ten seconds, she began to moan loudly, without stopping the kiss. Her hips were spreading widely to the sides, and her reflex impulses rushed forward, trying to push her pussy deeper into her masculine hand. Within half a minute, her whole body shook for a moment with a shudder, the moans stopped abruptly, then to escape from her mouth with a throaty scream that accompanied a spontaneous and such violent orgasm.
Sveta and I watched this scene, opening our mouths. It was unusual, interesting and exciting. And I, and she used to see this only in porn movies, but not in reality!
- Do you want it too? - I asked Sveta in a whisper in my ear.
- Um ... no! I can't do that! - She answered me in a whisper. “I want to play some more!” - Has added already in a loud voice, obviously referring not only to me, but also to the sweet couple next door.
- Um! ... You can! And what? - I supported. - Igor, any ideas? ..
- Well ... I do not know ... I thought of something here ...
- Oh-oh! ... Come on, come on, do not tomi! - Hoped on his lap Irka.
- My game may be primitive ... at first glance ... But, since the previous games had such ambitious names, I, too, will call my own in the same spirit! ..
The game proposed by Igor was called “Feather of Fate”. It consisted in standing with cancer with a raised hem of a girl to write on the bare ass four numbers corresponding to the number of the coming year in the conventional chronology, that is - “2019”, two digits for each half. Instead of ink it was proposed to use the most "New Year" sauce - mayonnaise. And instead of the pen - naturally, the male member, which is necessary as needed to dip in a bowl filled with this sauce.
- Yeah ... And then what? ..
- Just wipe away - and everything? - Frustrated asked Snow Maiden.
- BUT! Here I am noodle! ... I forgot the most important thing! Then a man should clean the girl's ass with her tongue ...
- Aaaa! Here we already like it! ... - Slyly smiled Sveta.
- Another thing! - agreed with her sister. - I'm in the kitchen, for the ink! And while you're here, reach out your feathers! ..
After a couple of minutes, the girls stood with cancer in their chairs, meekly exposing their beautiful ass to us. And we, .
lowered pants, fell in behind. The composition of the pairs was, of course, the same as in previous games.
A minute ago, when I imagined this process, my penis was clearly cramped in my pants. But as soon as the time came for him to look outside, for some reason he immediately wilted. I looked at Igor, his “pen” also now resembled, rather a soft brush. Well, okay, the girls still could not see our little embarrassment.
We dipped our “brushes” into the “ink” and began to print the first digit. I bare the head and began to drive her on a warm Irkina ass. The first portion of "ink" was only enough for half the number "2". I dunked the already solid member and continued the artistry.
The second digit, “0”, was already displayed with a “feather” of medium hardness. The naked plover obviously liked to slide on a warm girl's ass, spreading thick mayonnaise on it. In the pauses, while I dipped a member in the "inkwell", Irka gently twirled her ass and played with a point. Light, with whom she exchanged glances, began to do the same.
The sight of the two naked-faced girls at once, and even so lustfully dancing, could not leave me indifferent. So the numbers "1" and "9" were derived already fully gaining strength and become a "pen", capable even now "to make someone's fate!"
The work was almost over, but Igor and I, without saying a word, decided to draw each of the four digits on the assholes of our shameless Snow Maidens once more. This made it possible to prolong the pleasure of touching a swollen pug with bare flesh, and at the same time to increase the layer of mayonnaise, which we then had to ingest, sliding our tongue along the bare girl zadikam.
At the request of our ladies, we photographed their mayonnaise-painted priests close-up on their phones and handed the devices over to them to study the pictures. But they themselves sat on one knee and slowly began to lick caloric sauce from their warm buns.
Ira and Sveta incessantly whispered about something and giggled neither from tickling, nor from what their flavored mayonnaise ass looked like in a photo. And we enthusiastically licked their delicious and such mouth-watering halves, holding them with both hands, so that they would not move away from our playful tongues.
When both fleshy halves of Irkina's zadik were already glistening brightly from my saliva, I finally slipped my tongue once more between the labia and smacked loudly first in my pussy, and then once in each of the freshly licked halves.
- Well, what I want to say ... I am somehow embarrassed - everyone suggested for such an exciting game, I didn’t take the initiative from one. - Having talked out loud, while Igor licked the last drops of mayonnaise with Svetkina's little ass.
- Oh yes! ... - Kivala, turning in my direction Ira.
- Then with you - the final competition! “My wife started telling me.”
- Well! ... Igor, you do not mind?
“Nah ...” He answered in a choked voice, not stopping licking my wife's naked ass right next to her crack.
- Then you girls, do not leave your positions for now! ..
My game was called uncomplicatedly: "The remains are sweet." Its meaning was to prevent the mayonnaise remaining from the previous contest in the drinking bowls, which played the role of ink-pots. It was proposed to feed the ritual sauce to the young ladies who still stand with cancer with fierce skirts. To feed them, of course, you need not a spoon and not a finger, but your own member, collecting drops of mayonnaise from the walls of the bowl, then bringing it to the girl's mouth and offering to lick it or even suck a little.
- What is your business, Light! - I admired my idea of Irka. - Every bit in the case after all let!
- Aha! ... And if you do not let the case, then inject into the body! - Igor successfully reclaimed, and the girls burst out laughing.
He was the first to take his drinking bowl and now came to the Light from the front, intending to feed her "sweet remnants". I did not fall behind him. The member was still a stake from the previous game. I picked up a portion of white sauce and brought it to Ira to face.
If the kisses and feelings of the male language in the letter were something new for her, then she clearly knew how to lick and suck the members. Her tongue promptly made several circles around the head, grasping the particles of the sauce applied on it. Then she leaned forward and swallowed almost my whole trunk to its very foundation. When she let him out after a couple of seconds, he was completely devoid of mayonnaise topping.
I once again decorated it with a white “hat” and brought it to the girl’s lips. They eagerly wrapped their arms around him and made some sucking movements, which made me so that I wanted to howl. As soon as she let go, I hurried to scoop up some more yummy for the girl.
She again strung on my trunk right up to my throat, after which, smacking hard, I sucked my head, as if it were Chupa-Chups. Her eyes were covered, long wavy curls of hair fell from their heads. I straightened them with my hand and, as I could, fixed it with a kokoshnik. Then he scooped up the rest of the mayonnaise again in order to get a reasonable excuse to stick the standing dick in the mouth of this silly little girl.
She gladly accepted it, sucked again and began to work inside the tongue, tickling and caressing so much that I was already shaking with pleasure. I did not want to take a member out of her loving mouth. I held her hands on her head, pretending that I was still straightening the crooked kokoshnik again.
My light does not know how. Yes, I never really insisted on such caresses, since I had long been disappointed to get at least some pleasure from them. But her sister had just returned to me the enthusiasm for thoughts in this direction! She sucked my cock as if it were the most delicious and desirable fruit in the world. She did it with such genuine passion that this excitement passed on to me.
I wanted to feed and feed this black-maned bitch with mayonnaise from that bowl. I wished that it would not end as long as possible, so long as I had a reason to shove the prick again in her warm and skillful fucking little mouth.
Piala has long been empty and even shone. But Irka and I could not stop. I pretended to scoop another last drop of mayonnaise and again I wait for my stiff elda to clasp my soft girlish lips and caress the tender tongue.
We were so enthusiastic about the process that I did not notice how Sveta quietly got up from her chair and, together with Igor, left the room, leaving Ira and me together. I just heard the master bedroom door slam shut. The remnants of my intoxicating mind ordered me to rush after them and ask where they are, and, in fact, what's the matter? !! But Ira caught my hand and gently stopped me.
- Let them go ... Do not touch them! - she whispered. - And you take better than me! I know how long you want it! ... When will this opportunity appear again? ..
Frankly, I never jerked off, closing in the bathroom, holding a photo in Irkin’s hand. But today, when I saw and kissed her plump-lipped slit, and then the fleshy ass, some fantasies about that came to me, of course.
In addition, since Sveta and I are together, I have never cheated on her. And this means that for almost five years I have, like a dentist’s nightmare - not a single new hole! No matter how immoral it may sound, a man sometimes needs variety.
Morality and ethics have nothing to do with it, such is the nature of men! Although occasionally, at least sometimes, but we sometimes just need to pull some new snatch on the penis. No feelings, no commitment, no offense - just how to fuck and let yourself go in peace. So that with a new force you can feel how you love the one with which you live ...
I love my Svetlana very much, therefore, knowing that my treason will simply destroy her, never with anyone, although I really wanted it. But now, taking into account all the circumstances, and especially the fact that she locked herself in the bedroom with her own sister's husband, I decided that I would definitely do it ..
And now there is no one to be offended and no one else!
While I was walking around Iru, who was standing in an armchair with cancer, in order to be attached to her from behind, she got more comfortable, raising her bare heel and spreading her knees wider. My prick has already parted her labia and slowly began to crawl inside, when suddenly my head knocked:
- Listen, and you do not ...? I don’t have anything with me ...
- Stop it! Sveta and I drink the same pills! All the rules will be, come on! ..
This gave me determination, I smoothly but surely completely drove Ira into my wet pussy dick and started to fuck. I held her ass with both hands from the sides, so it was convenient for me to pull her over by inserting my body into it. She hung her head down from the back of the chair, and now the round white butt was the highest point of her body. It was sweet and pleasant for me to enjoy this lustful girl. She was not the limit of my dreams, but now for some reason I passionately wanted to tear it off.
And precisely tear off, and precisely its. And make it so that she, deeply impaled on my count, screamed, squirmed and moaned, taking from me this inevitable punishment in the form of a deep and rough fucking in her pussy without any kind of gum. I do not know why I wanted to punish her. Just because she provoked me to it herself all evening, probably ... Or maybe because she is able to suck the male member so well, but my Light doesn’t know so well ... Or because she is with her tacit consent her husband is now stretching my little Sissy pussy pussy in the next room ...
I fucked her very hard, sharp and hard, which is not usual for me. And to some extent I even didn’t give a damn if I was hurting her now. I wrapped her long hair on my arm and pulled myself along like reins, when once again I was blowing blows into her cunt by the very balls. From the outside it was like rape. The girl screamed, holding her head up and trying to hold her long black hair squeezed into my fist.
But at the same time, she did not forget to pry my ass. My stomach loudly and loudly slapped the shameless slut on the bare meaty rolls. To this sound was added the rhythmic squelching of a viscous lubricant in its juicy pichalne. Sometimes, while my dick was retreating, air got into the crack and then, when I was again roughly leaning, he would break out with a very obscene sound.
All this action clearly liked Irka. Both of us did not expect that our first sex with her would immediately enter a phase of such almost uncontrollable aggression. I didn’t think that I might ever want to do with some girl like that. Of course, I didn’t want to hurt or harm her in any way. But her wet, shameless cunt ... she, as it seemed to me then, was almost the axis of world evil and definitely received retribution from me now!
So I fought and fucked her, that was strength. I tried as if the salvation of the world depended on it. Under my pushes Irkino body visibly leaned forward, as if trying to run away from me. And so that this well-deserved punishment did not pass the bare end of the indulgence, I put one foot on the seat of her pouf. And now he could, with new force and even deeper, stick her slot on his rod, reaching to the very bottom of her fucking pussy.
I was covered in soap, my fiercely enforced “punishment” gave me a hard breath, I could hardly see or hear what was going on around me. The only important and urgent thing for me was now the furious fucking of this shameless bitch. I laid out to the fullest in every blow, with which I planted my dick in her insatiable pussy, as if I was hammering up piles ...
Irka moaned and shouted something, but her words rushed past my mind. I lost track of time. I do not know if by that moment five minutes or all fifteen had passed, but I just physically had no strength left, but I still wanted to fuck this impudent slut ... And to finish with her, by all means planting a dick as deep as possible. But I still could not finish ... At some point, weakened, I just collapsed on her back to catch my breath.
- Ugh! ... Well, you give ... I have long been everything ... And you? ... No? !! - Surprised, translating the spirit, my concubine.
- Nah ... No way ... I can not ... finish ... But I am now ... Give me ... a minute ...
- Wait, let's not! We must roll over ...
I got off Ira and let her take a different position. She almost lay in the chair on her back, legs high, and holding them under her knees. Still not regaining my breath, I stood beside her and watched my distracted member pulsate and spring in the air.
“And now or to me!” She looked at me with a tender look, closed her eyes and stretched out her lips for a kiss, straightening a beautiful kokoshnik, entangled in thick black hair, on her head.
I did not object to her, immediately threw the trousers that hindered me on the floor and got both knees on the seat right next to her priests. After some manipulations, my penis was again completely put into Irina's warm pussy, and her whole body was now right under me.
I was lying on a little girl who was wide apart, obediently accepting my "punitive" organ in her tender, defenseless and so gentle, as I now thought, pussy. All my anger disappeared somewhere at once. I still wanted to fuck this girl, but not at all with fury, not rudely, but very long, slowly and affectionately.
Oddly enough, the excitement of this flooded with even greater force. I could hardly move her pussy with a prick, but now I felt every millimeter, every cell of her hot and slippery from the lubricant of a girl's nature. I especially liked how her limp, pliable and tender body obeyed me, listened and enjoyed every moment of my penetration into it.
- My good ... I am yours ... all-all ... everywhere-everywhere ... take me as you want ... as much as you want ... wherever you want ... do with me what you want ... everything my holes and chinks are just yours ... fuck me ... paw me ... fuck me ... hoop, pull on ... I'm all yours ...
I listened to her passionate whisper and did exactly what she asked for. I put my hands under her caftan and drank in the elastic soft warmth of her breasts. Her hot and fluid chinks squished beneath me even from the most insignificant movements inside.
Gradually, our cohabitation with Ira began to resemble rocking on the waves. Not so convenient, at first glance, for such actions, the armchair began to seem to us as a paradise boat on which we sailed somewhere to nirvana. The power of unknown nature rolled back and forth, forcing both of us to repeat the dictated rhythm.
- Touch me ... Paws ... Ebi! ... Ebi deep! ... Ebi much! ... Fuck me like a bitch ... In all holes ... I deserved it, I know ... Fuck me ... And cum for me for it! ... - Ira whispered, without ceasing.
And I was unable to utter a sound, I just listened to this passionate brunette breathing insanely and deeply breathing beneath me, and how she was thrilled simply from the mere presence of my hard member inside my over-excited body.
My hands stroked her breasts, back, stomach. Our lips touched, tongues immediately intertwined. Her drunken breath clouded my mind again. Now I didn’t punish Ira at all for some fictitious offense there, I just reveled in her, her pliable body, her shameless temperament ...
Her mouth was covered with my lips. My fingers madly and uncontrollably caressed her body wherever they could reach. And my dick, almost to the base entered into her warm cozy crack, only moved a little. But this, as it turned out, is quite enough to bring the girl to orgasm.
Soon, I felt how her completely smooth skin under her caftan had recently covered with small pimples and became even more sensitive to my touch. I stroked and caressed the little girl boiling with passion, without ceasing to gently and gently fuck in a naked pussy.
She could not moan, because her mouth was covered with my mouth, and only mumbled and shuddered from the rolling spasms of orgasmic bliss. They began to diverge from the lower abdomen with lightning, echo somewhere inside the ass, permeate the whole girl's body. As soon as one wave of these spasms subsided, the next second a new, even stronger wave rolled in. I felt the whole length of her penis inserted into her pussy as her pink and tender flesh grabs each time more and more, and then releases my hot firmament.
It is difficult to describe the delight that you feel about how sweetly lustful sissy skillfully fucked in her bare pussy cums under you. Ira could not even moan, rolling her head back, she gasped for air. Then, for almost a minute, she was shaking with a shiver, struggling to clasp my dick in her hot fountain of semen with strong muscles of her gentle writing. At this moment I wanted to howl from pleasure, but I could not, because I was unable to interrupt this long and hot kiss on the lips of the trembling girl under me from the orgasm.
Now we both finished, but we didn’t want to leave this cozy squat nest that this little chair had turned into. We lay there, dissolving in each other. Now we can hear sounds coming from the bedroom, where Sveta and Igor have retired.
Measured at first creaking high mattress, on which Irina husband now worked with naked crack of my Sveta, became more and more loud. Against its background, barely noticeable girlish cries of "A ... A ... A ..." were heard in time with the rhythmic jolts.
I know these exclamations well. I heard them today ... now yesterday afternoon. We arranged a quiet hour with Sveta so as not to sleep through the New Year's Eve. But both could not sleep for a long time and decided to have sex. I still have before my eyes a gentle, delightfully beautiful and completely bald pisya of my “school girl”.
She lay in the middle of the bed, placing one of the pillows under her bare ass and spreading her slender legs wide, so that it would be more convenient for me to deeply fuck her in a sweet hairless swag - for some reason she especially likes it when I call her pussy. I lay on top of her and revel in the tenderness between the legs of my beloved shameless girl.
My balls hit the bottom of the little butt buns, and the penis, like a shuttle, “darned” a juicy slit. This went on for several minutes, until these same exclamations "A ... A ... A ..." became audible. And now they were getting louder and clearer through the door of the closed bedroom.
Ira and I listened to them with bated breath, until in a flash they turned into a single drawn-out moan “AAAAAAAAAA !!! ... ", followed by a short bass roar of Igor, who had probably just finished the Light right into her gentle and tender pussy ...
* * *
- Well, wow, the year has begun ... - I said thoughtfully, looking at the courtyard through the window of the landing from the height of the fourteenth floor.
- Yeah ... - Igor thoughtfully agreed, exhaling cigarette smoke through his nostrils.
Then we silently stood and smoked for another five minutes, while our Snow Maidens cleaned up themselves, locked together in the bathroom. We both thought about the challenge they had thrown to us, how this night would have passed if we had not accepted this challenge, and how we all should live on ...
The rest of the holiday get-togethers, oddly enough, we spent quite the same way as millions of other companies celebrating the New Year. We ate, drank, chatted, joked, danced ... In a word, nothing betrayed in us what we did in the greater half of this night.
Already at dawn, by the time when Sveta and I were ready to leave, all four of them could hardly believe that all this was in fact - everything seemed too much like some kind of surreal, but such an unforgettable dream. And only the soft blue caftans of our two Snow Maidens made, nevertheless, believe it.