INTRODUCTION
Now Sergey is 26 years old. He came to Moscow from a small town just a couple of months ago. To save money, he did not rent an apartment, rented just a room. Thus, another empty room remained in the apartment, which continued to surrender. It looks like a nice guy, a little shy, why he is afraid to meet beautiful girls. It is easier for him to communicate with them when, for one reason or another, the acquaintance itself has already happened, for example, with work colleagues. The second room was rented to a beautiful girl named Christina, who graduated from university a year ago. She was not embarrassed by the fact that one of the rooms was occupied by a guy. Christina loved the men's society, and besides, the hostess characterized Sergey from all the best sides, so that Christina had no fears about such a neighborhood. In addition, Christina did not plan to rent this room for a long time, only for the first time, until she finds a normal job or a normal man - so she loved to drive this thought away in her head. The rental price was attractive, the location is convenient, close to the metro.
Christina was a fun and carefree girl. Tall, with wide hips and narrow waists. Her natural physique allowed her not to bother much with her figure, which was advantageous from any side. A rare visit to the hall, the purpose of which was simply not to allow excess fat to be deposited on its beautiful sides. Long, straight and straight hair had a deep chestnut color. Sergey Cristina certainly liked. The first two days he was even ashamed of her, and when they crossed in the kitchen or anywhere else in the apartment, he blushed a little and was afraid to look into her eyes. From his youth a stereotype strengthened in his head that beautiful girls are found only with rich guys who have expensive cars and free money. He was simply convinced that girls like Christine would never seriously consider him as their potential boyfriend. Because, seeing a beautiful girl, Sergey could even lose interest in her, due to the fact that he was absolutely sure of his uselessness to her. That is why there were no girls in Sergey’s social circle that he would have liked insanely. Therefore, all of his girls, with whom he had met, were simply Bole less sympathetic to him. None of them caused awe in his soul and did not make my heart pounding when they were together. During the week of such living together, Sergey became a bit bolder in communicating with Christina, they began to communicate more, he even tried to pay more attention to her, simple simple care, like making breakfast in the morning for two of them, since he woke up earlier, bought food in the store and always took what she asked him when he ran into the supermarket after work.
Christine, Sergey was pretty. But his indecision and embarrassment spoiled the impression a bit. Christina was one of those who liked strong and self-confident men. Such could quickly seize her attention, and then even her. She came home from work quite late, on Friday and Saturday night she loved to go with her friends to the club, where she could hang out until the morning, come to her rented room and sleep until the middle of the next day.
So two weeks have passed. Sergei has already become more relaxed, sociable, often tried to joke in communicating with her, but stubbornly hid his feelings and falling in love with her. Christina treated Sergei as a good friend who does not repel her appearance and behavior, so it is always pleasant to talk with him and spend some time.
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Saturday morning was greeted by bright sunshine, which made its way through the curtained window, the distant noise of the street, and children's laughter, which came from the playground. Sergey slept with the window open. He always did that, so he got used to this noise. But in the last two weeks he began to wake up early, even on a day off. It was all Kristina. A kind of little ritual appeared during the short time that he began living with her in the same apartment. Up to this point, he liked to cook a good hearty breakfast for himself, and when this breakfast began to be prepared for the neighbor, then even more attention was paid to this process.
Sergey got up from his bed cheerfully and confidently. He looked at his phone, lying nearby. The alarm clock had not yet managed to ring, but the street noise told him that it was not early in the morning, and the people, waking up, began to go out on their business. "Nine in the morning" - quickly slipped in his head when he looked at the clock of his phone. “Christine must be still asleep. The apartment is quiet. I have time to cook breakfast. “- Sergey thought with genuine joy.
Do not say again that Christina, as a girl, worried Sergey from the first day of their acquaintance. But the natural shyness that Sergei, of course, noticed himself and hated her himself, prevented him from taking decisive steps towards more serious relations.
He put on his shirt, put on his shorts. When he lived another one, he simply threw on himself not the cleanest, stretched T-shirt, and in his shorts walked around the house, doing this or that. Now, even when he was at home, he wore clean clothes and tried to look neat. Coming out of his room, he walked cautiously into the bathroom to wash up. He already knew what he would cook. This idea came to him in the middle of the week, and he waited this morning with pleasant impatience. The kitchen was bright and clean. Since this room was common to them, Sergey always tried to maintain cleanliness here. Kristina, sometimes, also cleaned up the kitchen, but when she came home, always after Sergey, she found the kitchen clean. Christina, of course, noticed how Sergei politely trying to behave with her, but she herself was not going to force them at least some kind of rapprochement. “It will be necessary, he will call me on a date, and then it will be seen,” she thought so, and even if she allowed for her part a very light, hateful flirtation, she didn’t take active actions. Sometimes, she even slightly fell into a state of short-term anger at Sergey, for his indecisiveness, taking her for being indifferent to herself from her neighbor. “Maybe I'm just not interested in him as a girl? But this can not be. He has no one. Any normal guy would have pulled me into a bed long ago, living with me in the same apartment. ” But, after their next breakfast together in the kitchen, Christina constantly caught herself on his admiring glance, finding him in various places of her body: arms, chest, legs, butt. And Sergei is not good at hiding. However, he didn’t really try, hoping, in this way, to somehow push her to take action.
“We need to call her on a date today ... And if she has someone? She goes somewhere in the evenings. Here's the situation will be stupid. I'll call, and she is so sorry, but I have a boyfriend ... Damn. And then what to do? Directly ask if she has someone? Not the same ... how to respond to a positive response? And if she has no one, then soon, definitely, she will appear. And I risk missing such an awesome girl. Yes! I just can miss it. Damn, what a fool I am. And so on, she and the wedding will be. We must definitely begin to act. She eagerly communicates with me like that. I can not be at all unpleasant to her. Need to act. Wow ... We need to figure out how to call her ... and ... think about how to behave in case of refusal. And then it will be stupid, I will stand like an idol and clap my eyes. Yes. We need to think and act. What am I losing? Never mind! Well, the answer is no, duck no. " Sergey was exhausting himself with questions and doubts. He was very afraid to be in a stupid situation when she would not agree to go on a date with him. But they ...
somehow you will need to live together. That stopped him. He kept walking around and around his questions, as if he was waiting for them to resolve themselves. But with each passing day, he only reproached himself more and more for refusing to invite Christina for a date. He constantly saw that the crowd of boyfriends, running after her, beautiful, rich, whom he didn’t fit in, could imagine how she would laugh at his proposal and say that he didn’t like him as a man. All these doubts brought down the whole attitude that Sergei tried to preserve in the evening. But when he came home, finding the apartment still empty, he imagined how she was having fun with some beautiful, pumped up guy, or, most likely, having sex with him. “Yes, such a girl as she clearly does not want to let go, especially if she is lying next to her naked, you can not get off this night” - he did not know why, he himself teased.
He opened the refrigerator and began to get the necessary products. Then he opened the lockers and, trying not to rattle the dishes, took out a large glass dish. Sergey wanted to fry pancakes today. Once, in one of the conversations, he snatched a phrase from Christina about how she liked to wake up at home on weekends and go to the kitchen where her mother cooked pancakes. Sergey wanted to create this home comfort, so he bought the necessary products in advance and waited for this Saturday to come to please her.
The kitchen was filled with special home heat and light weightless haze, which certainly appears when frying pancakes. The light chattering of pancakes in a skillet, the rumble of a tin ladle against glassware created in the kitchen magical comfort, which Sergey himself felt.
Christina woke up a little later, in the midst of cooking pancakes. She threw on herself a light short robe, pale blue in color, which did not even reach her knees and at the same time neatly adhered her rounded buttocks, without hiding her priests' elegant forms. She opened the door to her room, stepping out into the corridor, where she was immediately greeted by the pleasant aroma of fresh pancakes. Christine could not hold back a gentle smile. Pleasant memories from childhood, which she once had time to share with Sergey, immediately surfaced in her memory and gently wrapped in a soft homemade blanket. She paused in the corridor for a while, as if enjoying the sudden rush of sensations, trying to more clearly present and consider what her imagination had drawn from the slit pictures in memory. Sounds, smells ... it all just beckoned Christina into the kitchen, but she overcame herself and, first, went to the bathroom to at least somehow clean herself after sleep. After about fifteen minutes, she went into the kitchen, where Sergei was already finishing frying pancakes. On the table, standing near the window, there was already a plate, on which pancakes were stacked in an neat, even pile, next to it was a can of condensed milk, raspberry jam, which Sergey had prudently bought for pancakes.
- Oh, hi! Woke up? - Sergey began affably when he noticed how Christina came to the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Christine replied with an unconcealed smile. - You decided to fry pancakes here? Mmm ... it smells like that! You can also try?
- Of course! Take it, I fry it to us.
- Duck and you also sit down.
- Yes, yes, now, here is the last dobroe ... is there ... is the kettle boiling? - Sergey fussily glanced at the table where the electric kettle stood.
“Yes,” Christine replied, touching it with her fingertips.
“Excellent,” Sergey continued with a smile, “pour into the mugs, I’m already ... everything is almost.”
Sergey put the last pancake in a pile and sat down opposite Christina, rubbing his palms. He was in high spirits now. His simple plan worked, he saw how Christine was glad this Saturday morning. She happily began to pour boiling water into cups, then deftly with the tips of her lovely fingers with painted nails pulled a couple of tea bags out of the box and threw them into the mugs.
The conversation quickly boiled over. Christina fully immersed in a pleasant homely atmosphere, again remembering her childhood, school, university. Sergey with undisguised pleasure and zeal kept up the conversation, happily plunging into his childhood and youth memories. During the fun conversation half a stack of pancakes went unnoticed.
Sergey was pleased with himself. Tea was finished, both sat relaxed on chairs, bringing their conversation to an end.
- Seryozh, thank you. Pancakes are super. Just like my mom cooked. True, you are a great fellow. In general, cool you know how to cook. Now it is so rare to see that the guy knows how to cook, and even so delicious.
- Thank you, Christine. - Sergey also liked pancakes, although he cooked them extremely rarely, and now he just strictly tried to follow the recipe.
- Ok, I'll go, I have things to do.
- Are you going somewhere? - Even unexpectedly for himself, he suddenly asked why he somehow immediately stopped himself and fell silent, but then he quickly realized that his embarrassment wouldn’t be noticeable, - Saturday, you can relax after the working week.
“Yes, you can,” Christine laughed a little. - Yes, I signed up for a hairdressing salon, I have to go, then for a manicure. Now I'm going to get ready, then I need to get more, it's not close.
- Aa ... Well, yes, - Sergey answered with understanding.
Kristina, as if on purpose, waited a couple of seconds, clapping her eyes and looking Sergey in the eyes. "Well, Seryozh?" - thought Christina. “Well, why are you so indecisive,” even with some irritation, she thought to herself.
“Okay,” Christina removed the smile from her face for a moment, and her head filled with thoughts of upcoming affairs, “I have to go,” and she disappeared into the room with her easy steps, closing the door behind her.
She understood that she could more arrogantly build Sergey’s eyes, or herself approach him and talk to him about more explicit things. For her, it would not be difficult and did not cause embarrassment. But she did not want to do that; for her, such attention of a man was felt as “unreal”, as if artificially caused by her actions. She wanted to see a strong assertive man, and just such a man had every chance to have sex with her. If a man is squeezed and hides his feelings from her, as Sergey did, then Christina immediately gets cold to him, even if she perfectly understands what causes excitement and lust in him.
Sergey noticed this short intentional pause. “Why didn’t I say anything. Now she has gone to get together on her own business, and it will be incorrect to pull her and interfere. But I can’t just call her somewhere, you need to think of a good place to take her. ” Sergey seemed to invent the reasons for his indecision. At the same time, his inner spirit was at the proper level, lacking quite a bit, literally the last step, which incredibly irritated him. He seemed to be waiting for such an ideal moment for their rapprochement, at which Christine could not refuse, and he would take the most minimal actions. And Sergey felt very well about his inner state, because every day he passed caused a literal fear in him ... the fear that the next day it would be too late to make any steps towards Christine, he would lose her forever.
Sergey's day was messy. After Kristina’s departure, he continually walked around his room, reproducing in his head again and again that moment of their last short dialogue today. He thought over his words again, modeled this situation with a different content of phrases, tried to understand what could be the reaction of Christina. Sometimes he sat down on the desk on which his laptop stood, fumbled aimlessly through various Internet villages, his thoughts about Christine flew away for a while from his head, leaving him alone. For a short time, Sergey calmed down, focusing on something interesting that he could find on the net. But as soon as his gaze lifted from the luminous screen and looked around the small room, his thoughts instantly fell into a heap and filled his head.
in night clubs. Is it interesting to meet someone there or not? Comes when I'm already sleeping. But I did not notice that she actively communicated with someone by phone or corresponded. Although such a girl must have a boyfriend. ” Traditional immersion in the analysis gave rise to doubts, although, rather, it was an excuse. But Sergei could not stop, he felt a thorny discomfort, as if he wore a woolen sweater over his naked body. Until he carefully considers all doubts and does not analyze the situation, he cannot calmly relax and do some other things. “Christina, of course, is not a quiet, homely girl. Will it be difficult to deal with her? Will she continue her trips to the nightclub when she’s with me? Well, even if so, this is not such a problem. Well, the girl likes to have some fun, it's normal at her age. I will not forbid her. " Then he caught himself thinking that for the sake of such a girl, he was ready for much. I am ready to close my eyes to what she could do there in a nightclub, if later she would come here, back to their common apartment and fall into his tender embrace, after which they would go to the bedroom and lie on the bed, firmly pressed against each other. And Sergey, with his naked body, would feel her naked body, the warmth and tenderness of Christina's skin. Unwittingly, he even fumbled at the thought. Previously, he did not think about it, seeing a beautiful girl. “If she flirts with other men there, why do I need her? A girl should be mine, should be with me and think about me ”- he tried to bring his thoughts in the right direction. But it turned out badly. He had only to imagine Christina in her short light robe, as he again wanted to hug her and kiss her lips, dropping all thoughts about her possible immodest behavior and lifestyle. “She can't be two weeks without sex ... although I can. Why she can not do without him. Although the girls in this regard is easier, especially such as she ... came to the club, made eyes at the man she liked and everything ... he is hers. ”
Having a little more pussing his not new thoughts, Sergey gathered his strength and decided to go to the store. His slightly restless state did not give rest. He could not think of where to start a conversation with Christina, then threw this thought and immediately began to look for primary signs of Christina having a permanent guy, then meticulously tried to find signs of sympathy from her side to herself, restoring everybody in memory their talk. Realizing the futility of this mental activity, he hastily began to sort through other things in his head that he thought were not sufficiently analyzed by them.
The final tiredness of the day of his torment, in the evening he just lay on his bed, being in a kind of half-slumber. Then he saw Christine, who gently grabbed him by the shoulders and quietly whispered something in his ear, then an incomprehensible street, along which for some reason he walked with heavy bags in his hands. But as soon as he moved his hand a little, as this obsession instantly melted in the air, Sergei felt himself lying across the bed, hugging a blanket crumpled into a pile. A mixture of incomprehensible jerky knowledge interrupted the front door cotton. This came Christina. She quickly walked into her room. It was audible as she opened the cabinet doors, dropped something on the floor, again walked somewhere, and then slammed the bathroom door.
Sergey continued to lie on the bed, but did not sleep. “Going somewhere. In the club or something again. " He rubbed his eyes with his hands, felt his phone with his palm, which lay with him nearby and looked at the time. “Wow, it's ten o'clock. I lay for two hours. ” Sergei threw the phone back and seemed exhausted again buried his face in the pillow. "Now, I think, this is not the time to try to drive up to her, she is obviously in a hurry somewhere, and my tackles can be doomed to failure." He paused in his thoughts, as if giving himself time to change his mind, but he was firmly convinced and already knew in advance that now he wouldn’t definitely approach her with his suggestions.
He got up and decided to go to the kitchen, just to catch Christine’s eyes and at the same time to see for herself how she would dress. Christina left her room and came to the kitchen for a glass of water.
“Damn, I want to drink,” she said in a hurry.
- Are you leaving? - Uncertainly asked Sergey. His uncertainty lay in the obviousness of Christine's intentions. Why, his question sounded more like regret than anything else.
“Yes,” she answered briefly, drinking water in a glass.
She was dressed in a short dark blue fitting dress and black high-heeled shoes, which made Sergey light up inside him. He understood that she was not just dressed like that. The fear of finally losing all chances for rapprochement with her, coupled with the excitement that he felt while looking at her excellent figure, gave birth to him in some kind of sensation that was new to Sergey, which he had not previously experienced with such force. Christina with wide steps went into the hallway, after which Sergey heard the clang of the door lock. “Gone. Now, come, come again in the morning. " He did not even notice how frantically he twitched in his hand a small teaspoon, which was on the table here nearby. Her blue tight dress did not give him peace. With his good memory, he could reproduce in his head every detail, every movement, every line of her figure, which a piece of blue fabric so playfully and vulgarly emphasized.
After an hour, Sergey decided to return to his room. But he passed his door and went to the door to Christina’s room. She did not lock her door, as did Sergey, since they trusted each other. Sergey's heart beat faster. He has never been there. He himself did not expect that he would come to her door now with the aim of entering her room. He was incredibly frightened by this thought, so he hoped that he simply didn’t have the courage to do it. But the hand itself reached for the handle and opened the wooden door. He stepped inside and automatically closed it behind him. A fright scorched his belly and immediately fell down somewhere, going straight to the heels. Sergey turned on the light after a short pause, as if getting used to his new sensations. At this moment, he was seized by an unprecedented feeling of light pleasant languor, which always happens before the anticipation of something very long-awaited, at the very moment when this long-awaited thing is about to happen. As if something magical was happening now, as if Sergey found himself in some other world, about which he had heard a lot, but did not allow him to exist. The air is filled with the aroma of her perfume, which undoubtedly increased the excitement of the moment. The room was a little mess, caused by the urgent collection of Christina. The shorts were thrown on the back of the chair along with a short T-shirt, a white bra was lying next to it, some plastic bags were scattered on the table, pieces of paper, there was a mug of unfinished and long-cooled tea. Sergey stepped to the closet. He moved slowly, as if afraid that someone could hear him. Approaching, he opened one sliding section of the cabinet and immediately saw folded panties, socks and other small things. He felt a surge of heat again. Carefully picked up his pink thong. He raised them in front of his eyes and carefully looked at them. "Kristinochka wears these panties, they cover her holes ... oh ... how probably they look erotic on her little pussy, and when you take them off, they also erotically reveal her pretty lips." Sergey seemed to be teasing himself, presenting Christine’s ass, dressed in this small piece of fabric, woven into such an amazing and simple form. Sergey loved the thong. Moreover, they were alluring for him, because Christine wore these thongs on her broad round ass.
At that moment, behind the closed door of the room, the sound of a lock opening was heard. At this moment, all the pleasant warm visions suddenly froze and crumbled into small pieces. Sergey even caught his breath, as if he had a lump in his throat that did not move .
neither up nor down. “How so? Why did she return so quickly? ” Behind the door came the low voices. Male and female. The female belonged to Christine. “She came with someone ... who is this? Her boyfriend? Or just some familiar? ". Thoughts in my head were confused, they pushed and interfered with each other. In the midst of all this chaos, Sergey was trying to find something that could help him in this impasse and catastrophic situation. "So! Remove the thong, gently close the cabinet ... so ... what else? Light, you have to turn it off. What for? If she comes in and sees me in the dark, what can I tell her? And if you do not see? Yes! It is impossible for her to see me. How to do it?".
Sergey with quick steps, trying to step on one sock, jumped to the switch and turned off the lamps. stories erotic then quickly looked around. "ABOUT! Bed! High, I'll get in. " He did not even bother to think about any other options, since he didn’t have much time. He fell to the floor and crawled under the bed. At that moment, he was only thinking about how to avoid Christina’s eyes. The voices got a little louder. Christine opened the door and went into the room, then, with a deft movement of her fingers, turned on the light. Sergey at this moment was wildly ashamed. "Why did I get here, well, why the hell ?!". He wanted for a moment that Christina did not become in his life, that she just disappeared from this apartment, and he never met her, never would have communicated with her and continued his stay alone. For one second only, he was ready to sign any agreements just to disappear from this room.
“Arthur, just don't make too much noise, okay?” I have a neighbor in the next room, ”Christina said quietly.
- Neighbour? So what? I really can't care who's there, ”said the stranger and famously embraced Christina, pawing her buttocks through the dark blue dress that was wearing her.
- Nuuuu, really, do not make much noise, I beg you, - Christine said a little imploringly, but still with the same joy and joy.
“Well, Landa-okay, don't worry,” he replied to her, after which there was a smacking kiss sound.
“Oh you are. Who did she bring? Or a friend or something? ”. Sergey calmed down a bit. He still did not understand how to get out of here, but the fact that he was not noticed immediately allowed him to relieve his anxiety a little.
There was a rustle of clothes about the body and a blue dress fell on the floor, which the stranger simply removed through Christina's head.
“Damn, what are you doing,” Christine said with a light laugh, “I'm all shaggy now.”
- You are a super papilla, do not worry. Though shaggy though any. Wow, fucking what your tits are gorgeous.
There was still a little scuffling and the bra fell to the floor.
“No, wait, I'll take your panties off your ass when I put you on the bed with cancer,” Arthur said, and there was a strong slap.
“Ay,” cried Christina playfully.
Sergey heard how he treats her, the one that Sergey considered almost a princess. In the eyes of a stranger was just a davalka.
Then languid sighs, rustles, rustling, and a men's shirt fell to the floor, then jeans fell.
“Go to bed,” he said brightly.
Above Sergei there was a light, short creak of a bed.
- No, let's cancer get up ... yes, like this.
His legs were on the floor, close to the bed. Christina must have gotten on all fours and crawled up her ass to him. He almost ritually pulled the shears off her and threw them on the floor. Sergey's eyes immediately switched to fallen panties, which he very clearly saw from his position. Now Christina is on all fours in front of him, with a bare ass. All her holes flaunt naked in front of his lustful hungry eyes, he rudely puts his hands on her buttocks and pushes them apart to expose them even stronger.
- Well, Kriska, your holes already want my dick? - Rude and obscene, without the slightest bit of restraint in his voice, he says these words to her. And then she pushes her hands forward to make room on the bed behind her ass, then climbs onto the bed himself.
Sergey felt his breath starting to stray. All this time he lay under the bed, afraid to even move a finger. The body got a little numb, and only now he dared, to the sound of Christine moving on the mattress, to move a little. His excitement treacherously began to penetrate into his head, I paint in my imagination a picture of what was happening there, above him. A hot, strong man was pawing the beautiful Kristinochka by the buttocks. The girl that Sergei wanted to call his princess. His cock began to tense up. At this moment, he even felt some joy for Christina and light barely perceptible rays of happiness. After all, it was just sex, it was not Christine's boyfriend or boyfriend. It was clearly just sex. Two people who want to satisfy each other's sexual arousal. So, Christina has no permanent man. Although so what? This girl is now fucking with another. But Sergei did not even want to attach any importance to this. His brain just clung to this idea, because it was the most pleasant of all. He was pleased, too, because Christine liked what was happening, which means that she considered this man worthy of her body and her sweet holes. And Sergey unconditionally shared her opinion. Once this man is worthy of her, then only so Christine will enjoy. And Sergey with all his thoughts wanted Christina to be pleased.
- Come on, take it in your mouth. - After some silent pause, a male voice rang out.
After that there was a slight laugh and a gentle soft smacking of lips. Through the monolithic silence in the room, the pleasant ear smacking of Christine's mouth, was heard without difficulty. Sergey, he could hear it well, only sometimes they were interrupted by light moans, breaths and shuffling on the bed.
- Let's ass here to me - he said the new team. Christina obediently scrolled on the bed and put her beautiful rounded ass under his strong member.
Sergey lay and felt how tight he was in his pants. He really wanted to take his dick now and start jerking off to the beat of the passionate and hot sex that he had heard over himself. The bed began to creak stronger. The room was filled with slaps from Arthur’s body on Christine’s buttocks. Their, at first, soft breaths, began to grow into moans. Sergey listened with some wild delight as Christine moaned, in this groan there was no hypocrisy, there was no falsehood. He was so sincere, filled with real female lust and passion. Her voice remained all that pleasant and soft, just moved a tone lower. While so soft and gentle, he was not some rude animal ... no. Even in this groan, Christine remained in the eyes of Sergey all the same princess. After all, princesses also want sex, they also want a big strong member in their holes, but even at such moments, they should not turn into obscene and dirty whores.
Sergei did not notice for himself how cleverly he found excuses for her, Christine did not fall at all in his eyes, but on the contrary, acquired even more femininity and attractiveness. Now, he heard her real. Just the way she becomes with a man when she starts to trust him. Arthur's voice was harsher, tougher, sharper. He threw himself in a businesslike manner on her body, literally crushing Christina under herself and driving her strong cock into her pussy with confident movements. Christine lustfully arched her lower back in order to press her ass tightly against his thighs. They jumped on a soft mattress, so he tried to adjust in time with these movements, which made the amplitude of their movements slightly larger. They were no longer ashamed of the growing mattress creak, and either did not pay attention to him, or, on the contrary, he urged them on to more hard-core sex and lent strength to maintain the gained momentum.
Sergey gradually pushed his hand to his groin and already squeezed his cock standing by his pants through his pants, feeling with his fingers the moisture that had soaked ..
not only cowards, but also began to leak through his pants. After a while, the pace began to slow down, the scripts calmed down.
- wow. Kayf what a fucking - a man said in a tired voice. Then he heard how he fell on the edge of the bed - come here, my papilla, take it in your mouth.
Christina obediently crawled to him on all fours and in the room the familiar smacking of lips was heard again. Kristina obviously did not catch her breath after hard sex, therefore, sometimes she took a member out of her mouth and took a couple of greedy and deep breaths and again took a blowjob. Encouraged by sex, Arthur was already actively responding to Christina's blowjob, sometimes demanding to take a deeper, or move faster, while actively controlling her head with his hands.
- Yes, yes ... like this, suck faster. I will finish now. - He already almost began to raise his hips, so that the member entered more rigidly into her mouth.
Then he pressed her head tightly to the member. His gruff moans made it clear that his dick began to fill Christina's mouth with sperm. The girl tightly closed her lips to prevent sperm from being drained from her mouth to the trunk. Sensing that Christina had practically ceased to move her mouth over the penis, Arthur began to actively push the penis over her hips, so that his head rubbed against the oral cavity and the sensations of orgasm were more vivid.
Sergey just fell silent. He realized that sex was coming to an end. The sense of danger gradually began to drive off the excitement that overcame him while he lay under the bed and listened to his beloved Kristinochka having sex with a man unfamiliar to him.
Only now Sergey began to realize that he needed to get out of here. But how to do it when there are two people on the bed? And again he felt a slight tickling of fear. After all, what this situation went on and on, the worse could be the consequences of his discovery by Christina or, even worse, by both of them.
After ten minutes, the stranger began to gather. This event is incredibly pleased Sergey, although it did not remove the question, but what about Christine. But the fact that even a girl familiar to him will remain has already removed a significant share of his fears.
He heard Christina and the stranger say goodbye, after which she went into the room and began to correct the bedding. Sergey saw her bare feet, easily moving around the room, he understood that she was now only in one light robe, absolutely naked under him. He, obviously not wanting himself, began to imagine her crotch wet and strained with hot sex ... her smell, taste ... as he slides his tongue over her sexual lips, greedily licking every fold and kissing his tender wet skin with his lips ... his hips quietly and slowly moved to the beat of his arm movements, as a warm and cautious orgasm gently covered his slightly sweaty body ... he made a couple of slow and quiet hips and relaxed his arm. Then completely limp and closed his eyes, breathing through his open mouth. Pleasant soft bliss gradually dissolved in the space around it, leaving only a tart and bitter aftertaste of reality. No matter how he tried to still cling to the bliss that was leaving him, it was as if the fog simply dissipated, leaving him alone with his consciousness. He lay under the bed of his princess, finished off in his pants, while she, having managed with some business, grabbed a towel, went into the shower. She left to wash her wet, pussy fucked ... "Wash your fucked pussy ... put it under jets of warm water and wash off the traces of passionate sex" what cause constraint and indecision. Indeed, in this desired pussy could be his member ... but today, twenty minutes ago, there was another member.
Sergey raised his head, as if waking up from a bad vision, his heart pounded again, beating the drum rhythm of anxiety. He quickly crawled out from under the bed, walked to the door of the room and slightly opened it. From the closed door of the shower came the sound of water. He quickly went out, closed the door of Christina's room and immediately slipped into his own. On cotton feet, he reached his bed and literally collapsed on it. A wild disgusting feeling of emptiness engulfed him at that moment. It was as if everything that happened was so legitimate and fair, and at the same time cruel and cynical. “Everyone got what he was worthy and was able to take,” Sergei thought angrily at himself. He didn’t even want to take off his pants, as if to punish himself and make the situation even more humiliating. "Now lie in the finished pants" - he did not let up. As if he stood on one side with his mind, and now the two of them rigidly and with impunity, he sneered at his lazy body.
In the morning Sergey was awakened by bright sunlight pouring into his window. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head in the opposite direction. "Christina, a stranger ... sex ..." - these words, voiced in his head, in an instant brought him to heart. He opened his eyes, for a couple of seconds it was not clear why he was in alarm. Seeing himself lying in his room, he calmed down. The events of the previous day instantly recovered in his head, as if a broken plate had gathered again as a whole from shattered fragments. He rubbed his face with his hands ... along with the events began to recover and sensations. The emptiness, as if sucking all of his gut into the funnel, created a feeling of inevitable hopelessness, from which one simply wanted to run ... to run, no matter where.
After changing his pants, Sergey left the room. The door to Christina's room was closed. There was silence in the apartment, occasionally disturbed by cars passing behind a closed window.
He had breakfast and returned to his room. Anxious depressing thoughts crawled into his head. Only the noise in the next room dispersed them, according to which Sergey realized that Christina was awake. He was already twitching to go out and greet her, but the agility was only enough to get out of the chair. Further, an unknown force stopped him. He stood, wrapped in his thoughts, as if in a warm veil. I stood and tried to penetrate into my feelings. He was disgusted ... disgusted with himself ... The feeling of total confusion and chaos in his thoughts did not leave him all this morning. He sat back down in the chair. "So! I need a clear plan, today, I will decide everything. I will decide everything with Christina. Or we will be together or not! ”- he tried to rigidly set himself an ultimatum, while realizing that he didn’t really know how he was going to do it. Just not understanding why today.
Kristina went somewhere for dinner, and Sergei spent the whole day wandering in his room, playing different scenarios in his head. A walk in the fresh air raised his spirits to him. Scheduled plans no longer seemed so unreal. He was determined to solve everything today. He was in no hurry to go home, slowly walking along the city streets and with, as if natural curiosity, he looked around at the houses, signs, people passing by. He seemed to give a special meaning to everything, trying to shift attention to what was happening on the street, so as not to burden the head with pretty much annoyed thoughts that even began to tire him.
Christina was not at home. Sergey went to the kitchen and brewed tea. He was calm. He was completely confident in his upcoming actions.
Towards evening, when Sergei was sitting in the kitchen and was almost ready to go to his room and go to bed, the front door rang out. He understood that Christina had come. The poisonous liquid began to boil somewhere in the lower abdomen, raising up the acid pairs of fear and doubt. Christina was clearly out of sorts and a little drunk. She went into the kitchen, poured half a glass of water and drank it all at once. She looked at Sergey, slightly narrowing her eyes ...
- Do not sleep something else? - She asked wearily and bitingly.
- Why, he was going to, - Sergey answered cautiously, as if waiting for a moment.
- What time is it now? - Incredulously interrupted Christine.
- Eleven already.
- Aah ... I thought more. Eleven.
She turned ..
her back ... her tight short dress slightly rode up, exposing her even beautiful thighs even more, which like a magnet pulled Sergey's eyes to her. She took a step toward her room, then stopped. She turned her head slightly back and said to Sergey:
- Do you want to me?
Sergey, who was already sitting on a powder keg, was ready to stop her just a little taken aback, but immediately realized himself and immediately replied, even too quickly, as it seemed to him, what it would cost in this situation:
- Yes I want to.
He got up from the chair.
“Come on,” she answered a little more lazily.
She walked over and flopped into a chair.
- Well, what are you slowing down, take off my panties and lick me. - Christine has clearly got Sergey's infantilism, while she perfectly noticed his attempts to talk to her on more explicit topics. Now, a light, intoxicating alcohol and unsuccessfully spent the evening, broke the barrier inside it and allowed the accumulated discontent to break out.
As if Sergey did not believe what he heard. Another couple of seconds of delay, after which he came closer, knelt and approached her legs, which she hospitably parted. With trembling hands, Sergey reached for her string, the very pink string that he held in front of him yesterday. Carefully, he pulled them along the beautiful tanned legs of his princess. She lifted her dress and spread her legs.
- Have you wanted to go there with your own language? - teasing she asked him.
“Yes ... Yes, I want to,” repeated Sergey, as if he had thought about whether he answered correctly for the first time.
- Come on, start already.
Christina only now realized for herself that it was for oral affection at that moment that she considered Sergei. Even she herself was surprised how she decided to use Sergey on the machine for cunnilingus, not even assuming to engage in classic sex with him.
He began to diligently nick her pussy, actively working with his tongue ... exactly as he imagined yesterday, lying under the bed, only now, in front of him was she, the “crotch of his princess” as he obscenely noted in his thoughts. She was excited from his caresses, her languid breathing grew into moans ... with her palm she pushed his head away from her pussy, hung her head down and said:
- Take off your pants.
Sergey, without any questions, as if on cue, shaking with fear, surprise and excitement, took them off with their hands, then took off their panties. His cock appeared outside. It was not the kind of member that his princess loved, who were used to seeing in men. This man she was associated with a big strong member, which is pleasant to hold in his hands, feeling his weight and volume. Sergey stood completely naked before her. She curled her face, looking at this member. Sergey caught all the emotions on her face that she did not even try to somehow hide, and realized that she was upset.
“Okay, let's try,” Christina said, and got up from the chair, turned to Zetas back to Sergey, pulled her dress around her waist, exposing her beautiful rounded buttocks, got into her chair with her knees, pressed her chest against her back and protruded her buns.
Sergey watched her actions, examined every inch of her body, caught every movement and enjoyed it. The beautiful sight was interrupted by the voice of Christina, quiet, even some kind of squeezed:
- Well, come on, take me.
She says it to him, she asks him to fuck herself. Sergey takes his penis with his fingers, his heart is ready to jump out of the chest from a mad rhythm. Carefully, timidly, even fearfully, he laid his hand on this beautiful tanned buttock. As if some treasure to which only the elect are entitled to touch. Having brought the member closer, Sergey tried to insert it into Christina's pussy, but he did not succeed in it the first time. The third attempt was crowned with success, and a member, parted sex lips, went into her wet pussy. Letting go of the member, who was already holding himself in it, he put his second hand on the free buttock, carefully, as if he was not completely sure if he was allowed to embrace such luxurious buns so cheekily. He immediately noticed how inharmoniously his modest penis looked against the background of Christina's wide hips. Sergey's excitement was so great that he pushed his dick a dozen times, he felt how his orgasm rolled up incredibly quickly and in a couple of jerks he would finish.
“I’ll finish it now,” involuntarily burst out of him, as if he didn’t know what to do in this situation, or continue, but ending up in it was hardly the right decision, on the other hand, to take out the member and cum on her ass meant leave the girl without quality sex. But Sergey instantly realized one thing: this is a failure. Christine pushed him away and sat down on a chair.
- No, Sergei, this is some kind of garbage. Not only is there no fun, but you also end up in ten seconds ... how do you do sex at all? Can you take me and how should I fuck? Fuck me to cum from sex? - Christine did not hide her disappointment. She could do this, she could well control herself, but as if she didn’t do it on purpose, just watching from the sidelines, as thoughts from her head fall out on the poor Sergey, who is discouraged by such a course of events. I watched and even enjoyed, scolding the guy who had long been upsetting her.
And Sergey was standing, his cock twitched from an almost come orgasm, but so rudely interrupted by it. From this excitement, it almost shook.
“Let me continue with my mouth,” said Sergey, trying to somehow soften the situation, trying to do at least something.
Christina looked at him haughtily, then spread her legs, quickly looked down and then again at Sergey, giving her green light to his proposal. Sergey literally fell on his knees and again dug into her pussy with his lips. He began to try harder than the first time, as if he wanted to rehabilitate himself in front of his princess. Yes, and he received pleasure as much as Christina received at that moment. He took his penis in his hand and began to cheat on him.
- Well, ka, leave your process alone, it was not enough for you to finish off on my carpet. You will go into your room and end there though, ”Christine snapped at him angrily. No, she was not annoyed by the fact that Sergey jerked off during cunnilingus, rather, she wanted to annoy him more, because she understood how he was now eager to caress his dick, who had just been in a couple of seconds from an orgasm.
He removed his hand and began to lick the pussy of his princess, squeezing his hips from arousal to endure this monstrous craving to jerk his dick. At the time of her orgasm, Christina pressed her head tightly to her crotch and made a long moan, so pleasant and tender. This moan was similar to what Sergei heard yesterday, the moan of a real princess enjoying sex. It was a pleasure to be aware of. She finished, after which her hands weakened and let go of the head. For about half a minute, Sergey licked the lips of her pussy, gently kissing his lips. Then, she pushed him with his foot.
“Stand up,” she said.
Sergey obeyed, as if having lost his own will ... not that feeling of guilt, not that wild excitement, was forced to execute any commands and not to say a word in reply, as if afraid to say something extra ... although, most likely, it was all together. He squeezed his legs as if they were cramping.
- What's the matter? She asked, frowning slightly at her brows.
“I want to finish, I want to jerk off,” Sergey moaned plaintively.
“Oh ... well, what a fuck are you ... get in your way and hang around there.”
He quickly left her room and entered his own. Seconds ten it took Sergei to empty his eggs. At that moment he saw before him her rounded buttocks, securely stored in his memory up to every detail. His orgasm was accompanied by almost a moan, he lay sideways on the bed and finished on a blanket. After that he lay there for at least an hour.
This sketch ends. It is not a full story, but only demonstrates a certain passage from the life of the characters, so it does not have a clear logical conclusion, I interrupt its narration when the game showed what I had in mind.