Dimon sleeps like a hog. Fuck you get it. I pushed him well. Not a damn thing. Pancake! He took a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and poured it on his face. Wowed.
- Che !? - my fellow soldier hoarsely croaked.
“The ultimate,” I reply. - We arrived.
Out of the train. Rubbing his eyes, Dimon led me to a stop. I'm not from here. I do not know anything here. I still hoo much for home. But the flight only after five days. Bardak, of course. Well, what? Russia.
The time is early. Eight in the morning. We got off the bus. Step into the depths of the sleeping area. Dimon now and then greet passersby who is in a hurry to study, who is at work.
- Oh, Dimas, back?
- Yeah.
- In the evening we join in!
- Okay.
...
- Oh, Dima has arrived!
- Hello, Aunt Len.
- Vymahal how!
And so on.
I'm perpendicular. The bell tower is buzzing in my head, recalling the binge on the train. Swill in your mouth. That would be a shower.
- Well, what is there, Dimych, how long?
“This is my home,” Dimych points out.
As the host, Dimon invited the guest to wash first. When I came out of the bathroom, Dimon was already covering a glade in the kitchen. Modest, but homely. While he was washing, I drank hot tea with sugar and admired the view from the window. Spring! The sun, birds, grandmothers, kids.
After breakfast, lay down in the room Dima. Fortunately, instead of a bed he has a sofa.
- Mom, just come back in the evening. Will we wait or rush right away? - he asks.
- Where?
- How where? At the meeting. The whole area will meet. The chick will find you. Yes, and I know ... Wow! Ksyushka today will have to work hard.
I did not hear the continuation of his monologue. Fell asleep with a pillow. Dreams of company. Bitch.
“No, first soup,” I reply to Dimona through a nap.
- Oleg, get up! Eat!
Slept like five minutes in total. He closed his eyes - opened his eyes, and the sun outside the window was already on the other side. On the chin saliva. Well, things! That's what home comfort means.
- Hello!
In the kitchen, elegantly shaking her ass, hosted a gorgeous woman of about forty.
- Hello! - she answers me and stretches a hand. - Elena Borisovna.
- Oleg ... Kirillovich ...
- Sit down, Kirillovich! - sitting on a chair in Turkish, Dimon said cheekily. “Mom, don't expect us today.” We are in black.
Elena Borisovna made an eyebrow, as if to say: “Well, people you are adults now, you know.”
At the party I was not very comfortable. Some kind of basement. Smoke, cigarette butts, cheap swill. Girls, guitar. Dimon ignored me, intoxicated by the universal attention and care of his girlfriend, who sat on his lap and stroked the back of his head.
I sat at the table and talked for the Russian army with some guy under the fifty dollars, to whom vodka burned his whole face. His voice was hoarse, but patriotic.
- All fuck tear! America is a fucking little bitch! Air defense, rrraketny troops, the system "Grrrad" fuck! Poal Do you remember how the Chinese then, on the border? Not? It was fucked up! Okay! Come on, brother, for us, for the soldiers! All tear!
I remember vaguely further. In the old yeast I was unhappy like a child. Drunk disco, without departing from the box office. Brawl - what about without it? - so, mezhdusoboychik. Someone even flew in from my boot. I also remember how I either fucked, or tried to fuck some kind of zamarashka, chatting a dick in front of someone's bare ass. In general, the usual bydlyatsky weekend. Returning with Dimon, singing army songs to the whole area. I remember how someone began to curse us from the window. And then I vomited.
I woke up unexpectedly hearty. The head was not buzzing. Having drunk brine from a can and having taken a shower, began to wander around the apartment. Dick, traditionally for a soldier, frisky fought to attack, but got confused in his underpants and that is why he was throbbing intensely.
I went to the bedroom of Dimkina mother. It smelled like that. Dick, smelling his pussy, stood up again. But Elena Borisovna was not in the room, of course. Gone to work. Having checked Dimona for insurance, I began to rummage through his mother's things. Panties, oh! I pressed their face and took a deep breath. So we have further. Bra! Wow what a hefty! I even somehow did not pay attention to Elena Borisovna, only on the ass. Dynki something from her, apparently, worthy asses.
Dimka's mother had a lot of different underwear. The room had two wardrobes and a chest of drawers, full of clothes. The second cabinet I already shmonal without much zeal. However, in the dresser, in the first shelf, I saw something that I had never seen live. It was a dick. Big such rubber dick. Violet. Having rummaged still, found out also the rest. There were all sorts of small vibrators and limbs, gels for lubrication, corks and a big thing that looked like a hand blender.
“Wow, Elena Borisovna,” I thought. - “Do we indulge in the asshole of years?”
Having imagined how an adult woman shoved all this into her vagina, I began to masturbate right in front of the dresser. But - damn you, Dimon! - my brother soldier moaned in the next room, and I, hastily shoved all these woman's toys back, jumped out of the bedroom.
In the evening I looked at Elena Borisovna with different eyes. It was a fat blonde, the fullness of which she was, and not spoiled. There must be a lot of good man! Thick thighs, steep thighs, and boobs! Boobs, your mother! They really were perfectly proportional to her gorgeous ass. You can sleep in them, you can kiss, suck and fuck, fuck, fuck!
My dick under the table toiled, ready to finish even without additional stimulation. Elena Borisovna, it seems, noticed my excessive attention and looked down in embarrassment when I looked into her eyes once.
“Mom, don't grieve! Yes, you do not mind to indulge with me, baby! "
After dinner, Dimon and I did not go anywhere. Just drove for a beer and sat all evening in front of a TV set, and soon they went out again. More precisely, utu Dimon. And I just pretended to be utuh, but when Dimon snored, got up from the couch and tiptoed out of the room. I drank water, went to the toilet. On the way back he stopped at the door of Elena Borisovna. He took the handle and pulled over, but, to my complete disappointment, the door was locked from the inside.
“Che for garbage ?! It's not fair! And now what i can do? Sleep?! No way! ”
I scraped the door, then knocked softly. A thousand years of silence probably flew by before the bed in the bedroom creaked and after a couple of seconds I saw the door knob turning. I stood still a little longer to get courage. During this time, Elena Borisovna had time to return to bed and, going inside, I saw her in the light of the moon, covered with a blanket.
I pulled off the panties and went to the bed. Dick hung out, standing up in all its length and power. Feeling that the pre-ejaculate was flowing abundantly from the urethra, I climbed under the blankets and squeezed this lush hot body in my arms.
“Ah,” Elena Borisovna let out a light moan.
She was in panties, but without a bra. Spending time on undressing, I just moved my panties to my thigh and gently drove the penis into the spread vagina. I went into it like a knife in butter. Soft and slippery.
- Ahhh! - Elena Borisovna moaned a little louder.
I leaned over, thrusting my hands into her armpits, and, having sucked one of her nipples, I earned my hunt inside this woman, which was yearning for a juicy pussy. I literally began to ram it from the first call. Elena Borisovna screamed at first, but I quickly put her hand over her mouth and began to peck at her wet crack. She moaned her nose. Her nostrils bulged as I penetrated.
For a long time I, naturally, did not last. With a growl, I abruptly, with short pauses several times, pushed my dick into her. Each of my penetration was accompanied by the injection of a good portion of sperm into the womb of Elena Borisovna. At the last push, I arched in front of her in a steep arc, so that her ass rose slightly above the bed, and Elena Borisovna herself squeezed one more “Ah!”
I opened my hand and my lips met Elena Borisovna's open wet mouth. The member slipped out of the vagina and I, climbing on her and grabbing her hair, began to suck in hot, her puffy lips. The woman squirmed beneath me like a snake caught in a snare. Still would! She just started up, and I already finished. But nothing, nothing. I still have enough for once.
Dick rubbed on her belly with its most sensitive point. From this, he again began to harden and soon buried her in the navel. Elena Borisovna groped him and began to smoothly make out. In her palm, he was completely strengthened. I straightened up and sat close to her face, took her huge tits, spat and, bringing them together, began to pinch them together to rub their saliva. Elena Borisovna screamed when I squeezed her boobs tightly and put my cock in the hole between them.
- Ah! - I moaned this time.
I began to crush her boobs and fuck with powerful jerks, which is why my foreskin turned out, and the head itself hit the woman's chin.
- Open your mouth!
Elena Borisovna stuck out her tongue and immediately my head penetrated into her mouth.
- Oh!
She immediately began to tickle my bridle tongue. Apparently, it affected a wealth of experience. I stood for a while in this position: on my knees, with huge tits in my hands, and between them was my dick, who was sucking on an appetizing Elena Borisovna.
Soon I began to fuck her breasts again, but the temptation was too great and, having ceased, I sat even closer to her face. Holding the head of the bed, I began to fuck Elena Borisovna in the mouth. I could smell her breath through my nose and felt the pubic nose myself. Probably, I was a bit rude to her, but I can be forgiven, I’m a demob, and Elena Borisovna herself stoically suffered a few of my particularly deep insights, for which she thanks a lot.
I abruptly pulled my cock out of her throat and, jumping off the bed, ran to the kitchen. Frequent breathing is dry in the mouth. He took a bottle of beer out of the fridge - the couple remained after the evening - and, taking a couple of sips, he returned to the bedroom with the same run.
- Oleg, we shouldn't have ...
Elena Borisovna straightened the sheet, standing by the bed, all the same lush and delicious, only in panties. I did not let her finish. I pushed her onto the bed and put her on all fours ...
- Oleg…
- Shut up!
Having lowered her panties to my knees, I climbed onto the bed and, without kneeling, again drove my dick into her vagina.
- Ahhh! - Elena Borisovna prowled too loudly.
Even neighbors from above could wake up from such a sound. But not Dimon.
Elena Borisovna ceased to balk with her hands. She put her head on the bed and began to moan into the mattress, loudly, heartily. I fought her with all my might. My crotch with voiced slaps beat on her round buttocks. A member went piston, trying to pump out of me another stream of semen.
- BUT! BUT! BUT! - Elena Borisovna moaned in bed.
She finished. Her fingers clutched at the sheet, and her back arched. I sped up. The member in this position apparently stimulated her erogenous zone. Elena Borisovna, scratching the mattress, turned to me with a pleading look.
- Yes! Yes! Yes! She whispered.
Then her eyes rolled up and she howled again at the mattress, clinging to the sheets.
I could no longer tolerate. Elena Borisovna finished a couple of times and decided to have mercy on her. I grabbed her hair and straightened up. The woman rose to her knees and turned to me. I took the penis and sent it to her mouth, then, clinging to my hair well, I began to drive it down the throat to the very balls.
There were hollow sounds from the mouth. Elena Borisovna held me by the buttocks and actively helped my penis, moving her head. Sperm stepped up to the trunk. I took out my penis and, continuing to hold Elena Borisovna by the hair with one hand, began to masturbate in front of her face. The woman cleared her throat and put her face under her dick, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. And I was not long in coming.
Often, having breathed, I sharply held my breath and shot tight against the face of Elena Borisovna. The second jet — it was weaker — hit her nose. The third is in the mouth. I did not see the fourth. Having raised my head up, I breathed the rest of the sperm out of myself, every last drop.
I felt Elena Borisovna's mouth and lowered my eyes. A woman with passion sucked my fast-falling member. I let go of her hair, but she still continued to suck on it, until I finally sucked everything out of me and sucked the whole barrel from the discharge.
I do not remember how I put on my underpants, how I returned to Dimona’s room, and how exhausted I fell on the bed. I remember only that fucking fucked and everything else I did not give a shit.