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That day, for the first time, she suggested that I have anal sex. I always dreamed about this and invited all my partners to do this, but they refused. Each for different reasons. Only one girl I dated when I was still at university agreed to such an experiment.

With my then girlfriend, due to the students’ lack of money, we had sex without a condom, but for anal she insisted on wearing a rubber band. Okay, I got ready and bought not only condoms, but also lubricant so that it wouldn’t hurt her. The interesting thing is that she herself did not mention lubricants, either she was sure that everything would go smoothly, like in the movies, or she simply did not know that lubricants existed. However, everything was ready and after foreplay and a little vaginal sex, I reminded her of her promise. She put the condom on the penis with her mouth, I lubricated her anus and pressed. The penis was tight, the beauty used this hole for pleasure for the first time, so I had to make some efforts t... continue reading

It was before the weekend. A friend invited me to his home to drink vodka. I got ready, bought vodka and cognac for her wife and went to them. A friend and his wife met me and took me to the kitchen. We started drinking, his wife had cognac, and we had vodka. Having drunk quite a bit, we went to smoke on the balcony.

When his wife returned and changed into a short dressing gown, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. A friend fucked her up, why are you dressed up like that? You're even sitting there without a bra. And she says that she has beautiful breasts and can sit without a bra. She asked me a couple of times if I liked her breasts? I said it was a good size. My favorite is 4th. She asked if she excites me? I nodded my head.

Then we sat and had a drink, and went to smoke with a friend. Suddenly he asks me if I want her wife? I refused, but he still insisted on an answer. I replied that if not your wife, then I would sleep with her. And he says come on, we’ll fuck her togeth... continue reading

She came, as usual, when everyone was already asleep. The rustle of her slippers only woke up the owner's cat, who was lazily lounging on the sofa. My sister and her husband slept in the next room, where the silence was dispelled by the whisper of the TV. There was no appetite, the routine in the office and the recent lack of spiritual and intimate closeness with Igor left a certain imprint on the night life of the young family.

Having imperceptibly entered the slightly open door, without turning on the night light, Alena, with her usual movement, groped for the closet handle, opened and took out her parents’ old hangers, and began to take off her tired blouse that had already been boring for the day. Igor lay with his head covered with a blanket and only one hand lay on the side of her bed, as if guarding his rightful place, his lawful wife.

Outside the window, the lantern faintly pierced the young May foliage and this gave a slight feeling of novelty and excitement. Changes are c... continue reading

The day did not go well from the very morning. The conflict arose out of nowhere. Slamming the door, Tanya went to her parents.

Arriving at the office, Lenya turned on the computer and began editing another contract. Then the boss came into his office.

- Why so gloomy? Looks like you had a good rest.

- What is it...

- Yeah. Okay, here's a little deal for you - you'll go to Paris.

- ...Where?

– To the hero city of Paris. You'll get divorced. You will negotiate with our partners on a new project. Prepare the soil. Do you have a visa?

- By itself.

- So that's great. Natasha will go with you as a translator. She's also on board. Go to the accounting department for travel allowances and tickets and you’re free for today. Go home, pack your things. Departure tomorrow morning at 9:45.

After Lenya left, the boss returned to his office and called Natasha to his office.

Natasha, a fragile brunette with short hair and big brown eyes, had a luxurious bust of the third size. As... continue reading

My wife Lenka is a whore... That says it all. We've been married for eight years. Lenka is 30 years old and works as a secretary in a small company that sells plumbing fixtures.

When we first got married, I still knew nothing about my wife’s turbulent past. Then I found out... Not exactly by accident, no! Lenka herself told me during sex who she was with before me!

When we got married, Lenka was 22. So, over the years, this bitch had a hundred men a year, no less. So consider this... For her, fucking an unfamiliar man is as natural as sneezing!

And Lenka realized that I liked her depravity and accessibility. And it is true. Well, I like it when a strange man lies on Lenka and fucks her in my favorite sweet holes! Very often, returning from work, I find my legal wife in bed with some man! “Well, we met on a minibus. He liked me and invited me home!” - a common explanation for the husband in these situations. Sometimes there were two or even three men...

These freaks fucked my la... continue reading

** how many pairs?

** oh, where did you go?

Messages from Artyom poured in one after another. He, like that girl, constantly wants to communicate and loses his temper when Anya doesn’t answer him. But now she has a good reason - she is taking the exam. The girl repeatedly told her Artem about this, but he, like all men, ignores such information, and now he suffers and constantly looks at the phone screen waiting for a message.

Finally, the phone rang and Anya, in a joyful voice, told her boyfriend that she had passed the exam with a solid A and this should be celebrated. Of course, she reminded the persistent Artem that she warned that she would be busy until lunch.

They agreed to meet at the dean's office and immediately go to celebrate such an event; strength does not come up every day.

The couple dropped into the store, bought wine and fruit and went to her house. Today the last neighbor in the apartment went home for the holidays and the premises are completely at the disp... continue reading

Viktor Petrovich returned home a little faster than usual; he was released from work due to the lack of electricity at the plant. He worked as a machine operator at a sewing factory, a boring, daily job, without any career prospects. And in his personal life there is no beauty, a gray little wife, snotty offspring, even on vacation and he is busy digging potatoes instead of resorts.

But this year, my job didn’t allow me to take leave, so I had to work hard, and sent my wife to the village to live with her parents. After changing clothes and taking a shower, Viktor Petrovich went to the kitchen to prepare himself something to eat, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Surprised, Viktor Petrovich opened the door, looking with interest at who might come to him, because he doesn’t even really have friends, much less girlfriends. In front of the door stood a neighbor from the third floor, not a young, but very attractive woman, with a rather beautiful figure, for her age, and her appearance ca... continue reading

Mila is so tanned and looks like a bright spot against the background of the white foam of the bath and my Karina. I always thought my wife was vibrant and memorable with her red hair and natural tits. But now, looking at how they kiss in the bathroom, I understand that there are much more interesting girls in the world who attract more attention.

The girls forbade me to interfere in their fun and I can only look at them and jerk off a little if I want, but not cum. Karina knows that I’m not the same and I won’t be able to start fucking them immediately after ejaculation, so the girls forbade me to cum from masturbation. After their lesbian fun, they want to have a threesome with me, as has happened more than once. It's a pity that Mila can't visit us so often. This kind of happiness happens about once a month.

Girls kiss and from the outside it looks so sexy that any normal guy will instantly get an erection at this sight, although at the same time I can’t see their tits or anythi... continue reading

This story happened to me in the month of August. I am a young man, but I have always dreamed of performing cunnilingus on a mature woman, over 50 years old. And that it would be complete. With hairy pussy. This is such a perverted desire. Fortunately, it’s the 21st century, there is the Internet and dating sites.

I posted an advertisement on one of the dating sites that a young man would meet a mature and plump woman. Two days later Irina wrote to me; she was 54 years old. And she was full. Everything was as I wanted. After talking on the site, she told me how lonely she was, she wanted tenderness and affection. In general, we agreed to meet at her home. I didn’t even have to drive, I walked to her house in 10 minutes. Going to Irina, I was a little worried, like anyone going towards their dream.

Arriving at her house and at the entrance, I called the intercom, Irina opened it for me, and I began to go up to her floor. She was already waiting for me at the open door. Oooh... When... continue reading

This happened a week ago. I'll tell you about myself first: I'm a second-year college student, 161 cm tall, good waist, firm ass, but not very large breasts.

So, a week ago I was getting ready for school and decided to wear my very short skirt. In general, all my skirts are short, but even for me this one is already revealing. Well, I wanted to. She barely covered her bottom, so on the stairs or when she bent over slightly, everything was visible. She also wore black stockings and a thong. The thong, however, had just come out of the wash and the stripe was noticeably rubbing in the ass. But it’s okay, I got ready.

I live not far from where I study, I got there in about 8 minutes. Of course, there was not a very pleasant sensation in my butt because of the thong. The first class was math, so I wasn't in much of a hurry. When I undressed and walked to the audience, all the boys looked at me sweetly, as my friend later said, my ass was visible to the naked eye. There is one boy in my... continue reading

Hi all. I am Denis. So I decided to write my own story about my wife Anya’s betrayal. The first time my wife cheated on me was in a restaurant, on our wedding anniversary. So, after this betrayal, we decided to start looking for a partner for group sex. Only this time, we decided that everything would be beautiful. We decided to rent a hotel.

The search took more than a month. Having posted an ad on the Internet on one of the dating sites, Anya spent a long time selecting a candidate. And so, a man responded to the ad, his name was Victor.

“This is what you need,” said the wife. Look, he’s married, he writes that he already has MFM experience, and in terms of age, he’s 35 years old, and he’s handsome in appearance.

- Okay, I answered. If you like him, then let’s meet him first and talk.

We made an appointment for Victor at a cafe and met him a couple of days later. We talked, found out where he works, learned about his MFM experience. He said that several years ago, he and a fr... continue reading

I left my daughter with my grandmother, and I went for a walk, to unwind and see what was going on in the world. I had been walking around the city for about two hours, I was tired and decided to rest a little near the Dnieper. I bought myself a bottle of light beer and started enjoying life. Usually my husband, daughter and I went for a walk together, but that day he was at work and for some reason in the last couple of weeks we haven’t been able to go for a walk together.

But I really wanted it, my soul demanded new impressions and sensations. Yes, this happens when you are on maternity leave: your husband becomes the main person from whom you expect all this. But if he is busy, then he needs to look for new opportunities so as not to run wild, since sitting at home all the time affects his mood.

So I’m standing there, not touching anyone, when suddenly two guys come up to me and offer to join them for communication, supposedly my soul requires female company, and they really lik... continue reading

I was a hired programmer. As a result of the fact that I was not satisfied with work in my native province due to the low salary, I moved to the nearest big city - largely under the influence of my girlfriend, in many ways - of my own free will, and largely because one of the aspiring entrepreneurs I knew offered to work for him privately in this city. My girlfriend - my Baby - was just about to enter a university in the same metropolis.

Everything was very, very good with her. By mutual recognition, we satisfied each other much better than all our previous bed partners. Naturally, we loved each other. And they forgave a lot, especially since my Baby came into my life when I was slowly chewing on my fifth depression - as always, associated with another painful breakup of a love relationship, and was already ready to despair and put an end to women, in the sense of a positive attitude to them. She literally revived in me my love for the world and for women. She just came and began to... continue reading

Once, I decided to take a steam bath with my wife in the bathhouse, and asked my mother-in-law to heat the bathhouse on Saturday when I returned from the night shift in the morning, but in the morning of that day they called my wife from work. She works at my hospital, so I urgently need to come in as a substitute.

After wandering around the house, I went to the bathhouse myself. The whole bathhouse was breathing heat and I undressed, took a dip in the shower and climbed into the steam room. I sat there for about twenty minutes when I heard a noise in the hallway, then my mother-in-law’s voice. How's the fever? - she asked. I replied, “everything is fine.”

About five minutes later, my naked mother-in-law came into the steam room, wearing only a hat on her head, and sitting down next to her, she said, “Don’t let the wood go to waste, I was heating for two, but I came alone,” and she laughed, son-in-law, don’t be shy, I’ve seen cockerels in my time, so You don't have to close yours.... continue reading

My husband, as always, was late at work, and I didn’t even know what to do with myself. Housework had long been done, dinner was cooling on the stove, and the feeling of incredible loneliness was only growing with every minute. I was waiting for my betrothed in a brand new set of underwear - a thin burgundy bra that perfectly emphasized my large natural breasts and a transparent thong.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I immediately rushed to open it, wanting to immediately see my beloved’s reaction to my perfect appearance. However, to my deepest regret and shock, my husband’s best friend was standing on the threshold. He was taken aback by my nakedness and immediately turned away so as not to embarrass me. A blush instantly appeared on the cheeks, and thoughts began to flash through my head about how ridiculous everything had turned out. I quickly grabbed the coat hanging right at the entrance and invited the young man to go into the living room. My husband was due back a... continue reading

This story took place in those distant years, when vodka was still four to twelve, plus developed socialism, plus liverwurst. In general, during a period of stagnation...

After serving in the army, I went to work at a factory, in a design bureau, that is, in a design bureau, first as a technician, and then as a design engineer.

I was young, full of strength and desire. And, precisely for these reasons, I didn’t miss a single skirt...

One day, our design bureau, together with the employees of the workshop attached to us, went on an excursion to Moscow for three days. We drove all night, and in the morning we were already in the capital, at the Kolos Hotel. To my great joy, I received a single room.

We spent the whole day riding around Moscow by bus, listening to the stories of our guide. And in the evening, our company went to a restaurant.

Lenka with her husband, Tolik, Nikolaich and me.

But there, at the entrance, stood some old man in uniform and with a beard, and did not... continue reading

We were going to Eilat to have sex. Of course, it is absolutely not necessary to travel 600 kilometers to the Red Sea for this, and therefore it was officially considered that we were going to unwind and relax. In my opinion, you can relax and unwind while sitting at home, but for some reason people like to go on vacation (with emphasis on traveling). Apparently the trip symbolizes the transition to a state of rest. A person cannot sit at work or at home and suddenly immediately relax. We need a smooth transition to a “resting state,” which is what happens on the way there.

Moreover, it is generally accepted that the further we travel, the better the quality of rest. By this logic, Cyprus cannot be compared with Australia, and Eilat, accordingly, is much cooler than Tel Aviv. We had never fucked before and of course we were all in anticipation. She looked like a girl - thin, agile.

The car went down the serpentine road, our hands lay on each other’s genitals and made leisurely move... continue reading

- Yulenka, don’t you want to try it in the ass?

This was the question she feared most. She had been dating Vladik for six months already. Until now, he had never shown his interest in anal sex, and Yulia had already decided that she would not have to experience it herself.

From porn films and books, she knew a little about the sensations that arise. What scared her most was the pain, which she knew was inevitable. She didn't really believe in the pleasant sensations of anal sex. And now this moment has come. The time has come to give up virginity on this side too. Julia froze for a second, and then, trying to appear calm, answered:

- Let's. How do you want to do it?

“I’ll now lie down on my back, and you’ll sit on me.”

It doesn't get any easier hour by hour. She herself will have to impale herself on Vladik’s huge penis.

- Fine. Lie down.

Vlad lay on his back so that his feet were on the floor. Julia first sat astride his lap, and then stood up and moved so that his protr... continue reading

Friday. On the way home from the supermarket, as usual, I stopped by my old friend Sylvia. Sylvia, a bright brunette, with curvy figures and a rather narrow waist, is a gynecologist, 36 years old woman. The white robe hugged her huge full breasts, the nipples of which stuck out under the fabric. Sylvia rarely wore bras and once admitted to me that she enjoyed having her nipples rub against the rough fabric of her robe. We had been chatting for half an hour, but there were still no visitors. Finally, there was a knock on the door.

Sylvia put on a gauze mask.

"Yes Yes".

A young girl of about eighteen or nineteen appeared at the door. The thin dress hugged her small, but firm and protruding breasts.

“Come in, don’t be shy,” said Sylvia. "What are you complaining about?"

“I’m fine,” the girl answered and then blurted out...

“My hymen has burst, and I need a certificate stating that I am a girl. I have a very strict dad. And I’m going to get married... Here... I will pay you as... continue reading

This story happened to me that summer.

I had never been to this dacha alone before, but my sister left with my mother, and my father went to work. That day I especially liked myself, although I always look good: short, natural blonde with blue eyes, I have firm breasts and a toned ass.

So, yesterday I met a girl, Marina, while walking around the island where our dacha is located. We had a nice conversation at first, then we drank wine, she looked at me very intently, discussed my breasts, but this is normal, girls often do this! Then we played cards out of nothing to do and she offered to play for a wish, I agreed and lost, she promised that she would use her wish tomorrow, i.e. just today. And then I see her, she comes into the gate with a bag on her shoulder and goes up to me.

- I want to play mistress and slave! You can't refuse, right!

- Well, yes! (I'm a little surprised).

- Undress down to your panties and lie down on the bed on your stomach on the terrace (our terrace... continue reading