My friend Yurka had a constant mistress, whom he often mentioned in our conversations. I did not know her, but according to Yurka, she was a woman - a masterpiece. She was a few years older than Yurka (older than me, of course), but supposedly she knew how to do everything. And when she treated the cock with her mouth, Yurka experienced inexplicable bliss and she did not refuse in the ass, moreover, she insisted that Yurka cum in the ass.
She, according to Yurka, was unusually gentle and affectionate. In addition to everything, she differed little from the circus midget in her height: - she was unusually miniature. Petite women are my weakness!
In general, Yurka drummed into my weak soul (weak to the female sex) an irresistible desire to share with him the bed in which Olechka is - this is his mistress.
I expressed my desire to Yurka, with a request to agree with Olya so that I would be accepted into their “family”.
Yuri promised. But, as I saw, I did not feel any special joy from this, I was in no hurry to fulfill my promise.
However, I was persistent. My perseverance was facilitated by the fact that almost all the toilets in our city were liquidated, in which Yurka and I enjoyed peeping female charms. In addition, I had the opportunity to influence Yurka financially: he owed me several hundred bucks. And I began to hint that I was tired of waiting, that I could, of course, wait, re-apply myself, but in return I would like Yurka to be grateful to me too.
He, of course, guessed how his gratitude should be expressed, and now ...
One day he invited me to visit Olya. He said he was almost done. He assured me that together we would break through the ice of her doubts and hesitations.
When I saw Olya, I shuddered. A tiny graceful woman with plump legs, small girlish breasts, in an elegantly short dressing gown "at home" with a friendly smile, gave me her hand and introduced herself:
- "Olya"
I gently kissed her tiny hand, which was lost in my huge palms, looked at her enthusiastically and said that I had never in my life said “VERY NICE” so sincerely when meeting.
Then we drank wine. They ate caviar and crabs, which I brought for a more joyful acquaintance.
The brotherhood trick, when I had to kiss Olya when switching to “you”, did not work, because she, feeling like an older woman, immediately switched to “you” herself.
And then Olya unexpectedly said:
- You know, Sasha, this moron (she pointed with a tiny little finger in the direction of Yurka), suggested that I put you in my bed third!
He decided to make a “brothel” house out of my cozy house, asshole!
By her tone, I realized that nothing would break off for me ...
I confirmed that Yurka was really a scoundrel and offered to kick him out and stay with me alone.
Olya smiled weakly and declared that she could not do this, because she loved this libertine and did not want to part with him.
In general, I left "not salty slurping" ...
For several days I was sitting at the computer without unbending (the basement of work), but one day the doorbell rang.
“Who else the devil has brought this,” I thought with annoyance.
And he was surprised to see Olya at the door. She smiled affably, greeting me, I smelled alcohol and realized that she was slightly drunk.
- Undress me, - Olya asked.
- This is my most, most, most secret desire, - I answered.
- Just a coat! Olya said. - Yurka will come soon.
She walked through my apartment, looking into all the rooms. I got the apartment from my grandmother. Large three-room apartment, with a large kitchen with an old loggia, where in the summer it was possible to lay a table for a decent company.
She wrinkled her nose and said:
- God, what a mess ... Go away. Go to the store, buy drinks and a decent snack (the latter she added, looking in the refrigerator).
- Don't come back for two hours! she demanded.
- Where are your rags, brushes, brooms?
I turned off the computer and went to the store, wondering (and guessing hopefully) how her arrival would end.
I could not stand it for two hours, I returned in an hour and a half. The apartment was perfectly clean. Olya washed in the shower. Listening, I heard the rumbling of the washing machine and looking at the bed, I saw that Olya had changed the linen on it.
I regretted that I had not made holes in the bathroom doors earlier ...
Olya soon came out rosy and completely sober, and soon Yurka appeared.
I went to the bathroom to rinse my hands and saw that Olya's panties were drying on a hot towel dryer.
We sat down at the table. Knowing that Olya was without panties, I was thrilled with desire.
After a glass or two, when I got up to get the salt, Olya asked:
- And why are your jeans protruding?
- No jeans! - I said. - It's UNDER THE JEANS!
- Come on, Olya said thoughtfully, - can I touch it?
She slowly unzipped her fly and pulled out my cock, languishing with passion.
- Well Well, - Olya said softly, - let's go to the bedroom.
Without releasing my cock from her small hand, she led me to my wide bed.
Yurka followed us. Olya threw off her dress and lay down wide spreading her plump legs.
I don’t remember how I undressed, I only remember how with pleasure I saw her pussy, covered with bright red sparse hairs. The lye was already oozing with moisture, and when I bent down, I smelled the SMELL of desire and a very faint smell of good perfume. Obviously, knowing that cunt should smell like cunt, Olya used only tiny drops of perfume for fragrance.
With sharp pleasure, slowly, I introduced my penis into her vagina (Yurka had already inserted his thick device into her small mouth). The member entered freely, and the pussy, wet with desire, squelched to the beat of my thrusts.
- If you finish, finish in the ass, - freeing herself from Yurka's member, Olya asked. - I already smeared my ass with Vaseline.
The proposal was made at the time, an orgasm approached me. Having stuck a member in her cramped and hot ass, with a shudder of pleasure, I spewed my sperm into her ...
- Let's go to the toilet! she called me. Both of us went naked to the shower, and Yurka followed us.
After rinsing under a warm shower, and with pleasure I stroked her small breasts, lush ass and plump thighs, we returned to bed.
This time, Yurka took up her pussy.
- Kiss me, - Olya asked, waving Yurka. I kissed her wet mouth, caressed her movable tongue with my tongue and “dissolved”, looking into her eyes greedy with passion.
I have already noticed that the eyes of a woman, during intercourse, look with a special, piercing look, you look into such eyes, feeling dizzy, feeling how your just finished penis moves and tenses.
Yurka also took out the dick and cum in her ass. They went to take a shower.
After that, we drank another glass of cognac and again Olya pulled us into bed.
I again worked with my penis in her pussy, and Yurka tried to stick his penis into her mouth, but Olya asked:
- Kiss me and look into my eyes!
- She always likes to have her tongue caressed when she fucks! - the half-drunk Yurka proclaimed.
- And who does it? I asked in astonishment.
Olya twisted out from under me, gave Yurka a slap in the face and said:
- What a fool you are, Yurka!...
And suddenly burst into tears!
- After crying, Olya asked Yurka:
- Can we tell?
And they told me that a third one often visits them. A young guy of 18 years old, from whom Olga is crazy! Still, she would be pleased to give herself to a boy, twenty years younger than her.
The boy, his name is Serezha, was brought by Yurka. He “picked it up” somewhere in the toilet, having fucked him in the ass (Yurka sometimes liked to fuck young guys in the ass).
The boy was stunned when he saw Olga and liked her. I liked the fact that he always had a member! In my opinion, he never fell at all!
I liked his youth, temperament, his crazy love for her.
It turned out that he lives very close to me.
- Can I call him, - asked Olya.
Yurka ran away and brought a mobile phone from Olga's purse.
It turned out that he could come.
And soon Seryozha appeared in our company.
Olya did not mind that two members simultaneously processed both of her holes below, and someone else kissed her or gave his penis to her mouth.
But I remembered that I had unfinished work, which I promised to turn in in the morning. And I have a stupid way of ALWAYS keeping my promises.
- Sorry, - I said you continue, and I went to work.
- What's your job? Olga asked, and when she learned that I needed to type the text of a rather large report and a commentary to it, she offered to help.
It turns out that she worked as a secretary and typed brilliantly from dictation. We sat down with her at the computer, leaving Yurka and Serezha to enjoy each other.
They worked for two hours. Her fingers ran rapidly over the keyboard, I did not have time to dictate!
And what I would have been working on all night was ready in two and a half hours.
“Probably our boys are sleeping,” Olga suggested, when we peeed in the toilet and headed to the bedroom.
But they didn't sleep. By the light of the nightlight, we saw how Serezha was on his knees, and Yurka was working measuredly in his ass with his thick cock.
Olga lifted her shirt (and she was already flaunting in my shirt, rolling up her sleeves, and the shirt was almost up to her knees), climbed into their bed so that her pussy was in Serezha's face and he gratefully fell into her crotch with his whole face.
And I put it in her mouth, which began to rise member.
During breakfast, Olya, blushing, said:
- The more sex, the more I want! I don't know how I can wait for the evening!
That's probably enough for today. There was also a continuation in the evening. And in the following days, there were other meetings.