The story is based on real events that happened to the pornomaster, for ethical reasons real names may be changed.
Having received an invitation to spend the evening with one of my friends, I, your humble servant pornomaster, accepted the invitation. My friend is a very strange person, in addition to being a member of one of the sects, he is also a pervert and an exhibitionist.
Playing cards, like other nonsense, naturally quickly became boring. And then our tireless Sasha suggested a game: everyone blindfolded with a scarf, then one of us hid the object (in order to be able to use all places, including intimate places, we chose an elastic band), and then they searched him, there was about 15 seconds. And you can search by touching his face, and then the place below the navel I found an elastic band in a slipper. By the way, about the girl Nastya, I need to tell you especially: this is the unique kind of Russian girl who combines beauty and desire for sex, with not false modesty and inner chastity.
And now it's time to search Sasha's girlfriend Nastya. Nastya was especially elegant that evening in a magnificent shiny black dress. Starting from the feet, the hands carried Sasha higher and higher, the right hand, obeying the call of nature, one might say quite instinctively, began to sneak (very furtively) to Nastya's elastic and beautiful ass. Shuruya under a skirt, the hand touched, probably, the most intimate places of the girl. Anastasia could not stand it:
- What are you doing, stop immediately.
Hands went higher, massaging the stomach, they went to two beautiful breasts. Nipples stuck out, Nastya was excited. Grasping these two cups of Sodom pleasure, he began to crush them. Anastasia's breasts were turned into two tennis balls under a bra that clearly couldn't handle the pressure on him. Then Sasha clung to the body, and gently kissed the girl.
Then there was my timid offer to play spin the bottle, which, unfortunately, did not go through and was unfairly rejected.
Nastya went to the toilet. And taking advantage of this, Sasha asked a very provocative question:
- Do you want three?
- What, - I asked again, taken aback by such a proposal.
- Well, let's take a train: I'm in front, and you're behind.
- Beast, - and then I gave free rein to my language, - a vile pervert, a faggot, a crazy bisexual.
Then Nastya entered and our very impulsive dialogue broke off.
For two hours, having a nice "talk" we slowly approached the highlight of the evening.
The strip started at 8 o'clock. The home strip is generally a unique phenomenon, like many things that are Russian. Madonna's music played. Sasha slowly took off his leather coat. The curves of his body, gradually circling in the waves of music, wriggled in implausible poses. The umbrella, acting as a wand, now and then climbed into the most intimate places of his body. Soon the T-shirt also disappeared from the body, he either lay down on the floor, then, wildly rotating his buttocks, gradually switched to the language of his hands, making unimaginable somersaults around the body.
Still, a strange phenomenon is the Russian home strip. Sometimes it is a mixture of hopak, impromptu and drunken dance.
Starting with the second song, it's time for the "lower" part. Sweatpants began to act as a bedding under the dancer, the frequency of movements increased. Furiously rotating his torso, Sasha began to approach the sofa on which Nastya was and the pornomaster saw this action.
Rubbing his body against the carpet, which had been spread on the floor in advance, Sasha went on to super-action - the panties flew down, their place was taken by an impromptu loincloth - a turtleneck. His round and rather voluminous buttocks (actually a rare occurrence for guys) seductively shook very close to our greedy eyes. I don’t know what Nastya wanted, but I had the dirtiest thoughts. Perverted fantasies knew no bounds.
Gradually, by the end of the third song, Sasha began to dress, and the impromptu strip ended.
Sitting down on the sofa with us, the three of us began to hug, Sasha's head wandered either on my knees, or to Nastya.
I stroked the curly head of my pervert friend.
A new romantic song began, Alexander, who was located between us, bowed his head to Nastya, and began to do an erotic foot massage with his hand.
Nastya's black tights and Sasha's white hand. The hand stroked Nastya's thighs, her kneecaps, sometimes crawled under her skirt. Nastya's belly was also massaged, her navel probably trembled with admiration.
So we caressed for three whole hours.