I can hardly remember her name. Looks like Stacey. Yes, that's probably right. Stacey Muller, either German or English. I met her at a party with one of my friends, Count Sh-va. There were few ladies at the reception hosted by the count, and she stood out from all the rest, like a pure royal diamond, framed by small semi-precious stones. I will try to describe her so that it is clear why I was fascinated by this woman.

Quite tall for her slender figure, fair-skinned, graceful, like a Chinese ivory figurine. Platinum curls are neatly styled, a beautiful thin-lipped mouth lined with bright red lipstick. The skin of the face is fashionably whitened to a painful pallor. Deep shadows under the eyes, black as the Persian night. Add to this the exquisite evening gown of black velvet and the languid grace with which she carried herself, and you will understand why I could not take my eyes off her throughout the evening.

Count Sh-ov noticed my condition and whispered in my ear:

- Good stuff, isn't it?

- Oh, it's a goddess! I replied admiringly.

- Well, those by the way will have a surprise that I have prepared.

And he conspiratorially winked at me, leaving me to remain in perplexity until the very time when the guests began to disperse.

We said goodbye to the owner of the wife Brik; ordered the count-chamberlain to submit the carriage; Kurakin and his wife took their leave. In the living room, where the evening was held, only Sh. and I, the three R. brothers, constant participants in all Sh.'s adventures, and the charming Miss Stacy remained.

“Let's go to the small drawing room, it will be more convenient to continue the conversation there,” the count suggested, smiling oilily, and we all followed him.

I offered my hand to Miss Muller, and with difficulty restrained a shudder when I felt the touch of her tender fingers, and from her grateful look I almost melted. It seems that I was ready to give all my uncle's millions, and all sh-millions to boot, if they were mine, for an evening spent alone with this woman.

Meanwhile, Sh-ov was planning some kind of prank, judging by the decoration of the room we found ourselves in, which most of all resembled a boudoir. I began to vaguely guess what was about to happen, but when Miss Stacey sat down on the sofa and cast her bewitching eyes around the men present, I still could not imagine whether what was supposed to happen a minute later was possible.

A minute later, the count unbuttoned his pantaloons, and everyone else followed suit. I was the only one who hesitated, watching in fascination as Stacey took off her clothes. She was wearing only patent leather shoes and black fishnet stockings pulled up to the middle of her thighs. And many more rings and bracelets, which she did not bother to take off.

Her body was flawless. Here's the thing - nature created people so similar to each other, and any woman has both hips, and breasts, and ripe as berries, nipples, and a pubic pad, and, nevertheless, I could not even compare Stacy's body with the body of some other woman. It was absolutely and indescribably seductive.

In particular, I was struck by the same platinum, like her curls, triangle under her stomach, which stands out against the white, almost plaster skin, not by color, but by its silvery sheen. Also glittering silver was the chain that connected the rings threaded into the nipples and the tiny bell on the navel. While admiring Miss Muller, I did not notice how my penis acquired the hardness of the famous jasper root, sung in Chinese love treatises.

The count put a black leather collar around the beauty's neck and was the first to offer her his penis. The others followed him. When it was my turn, my lovely face was splattered thick with cum as the three R-brothers took turns cumming on Stacey's face. Her thin lips wrapped around my penis like a rubber ring and slid up and down, making me melt into pleasure. Truly, she played my organ as if it were an organ!

When I finished, I barely stood on my feet - the sensations were comparable to a knockout in boxing, and below the belt I simply ceased to exist. I saw that Stacey's mouth was filled with cum; she carefully poured it into her hands and then, looking languidly at me, rubbed the white liquid over her chiseled chest and elastic belly. I sank into the nearest chair, recovering from the craziest blowjob of my life. But that was only the beginning.

In the boudoir there was a small but rather high table. Sh-v laid Stacey face down on it, and a magnificent picture opened up to the eyes of those present: long slender legs in black stockings, ass white as a kernel of a nut, and a thin pink slit in the middle. I saw that she, too, was framed by rings; one was inserted into the clitoris, and another - into the anus.

The Count parted his juicy upper lips and squeezed his powerful cock into the pink depth, while one of the brothers walked around the table on the other side and offered Stacy to take his tool in his mouth. But pretty soon the table ceased to satisfy the count, and he forced Stacy to kneel, tied her hands behind her back, so that the hands were pressed to the shoulder blades, and pulled them to the collar, and after Stacey sank down, pressing her chest to the floor - her pelvis remained raised . Two equally seductive openings appeared before our eyes, beckoning like a siren's song.

The count was seduced by the top hole and, having thickly smeared the cock with vaseline, hung over Stacey. Not kneeling down, but standing on bent legs, he put his hands on her buttocks, pushed them apart and inserted the penis into her anus, piercing the beauty from top to bottom.

I couldn't understand how such a thick dick could enter the ass without causing severe pain, but Stacey showed no signs of displeasure, on the contrary, her half-closed eyes and voluptuous breathing suggested that she liked it. Sh-ov wielded his cock with ever-increasing energy and finished incredibly violently, thrusting his horn to its full depth - it seemed to me that Stacy's stomach was swollen from this attack - and in shocking convulsions he poured a damn abyss of sperm inside - he finished for about ten seconds, not less.

Pulling out a member and taking a breath, he suggested that the others try. The R- brothers set to work energetically and quickly, stuffing Miss Muller's belly with the zeal of monks breaking their fast after a long fast. From their stormy offerings, sperm poured over the edge of the fragrant vessel - when I started to seductive ass, trickles of seminal fluid ran along the crack, dripping onto the floor.

The Count suggested that I change my position. We now placed two stools on which we placed Stacey's knees, spreading her hips as far as the stretching of the ligaments would allow - Miss Muller turned out to be a former gymnast. Her pelvis turned out to be suspended in the air, her stomach with a bell in her navel was located horizontally to the ground, and in order for her not to fall forward, she had to be held from behind by her hair.

I put one hand in her hair, the other supported her under her chest. The member introduced into the vagina, leaving the anus for the "Negro" - a hefty artificial penis from black rubber inserted for the funeral for the fun. The prankster Sh-ov put some kind of strap with a hook on my cock at the base, which he then attached to the ring that was threaded into Stacey's clit. Now, when I leaned back, this ring tangibly pulled the girl's flesh.

After all these tricks, I finally began to move, at first smooth, then more and more impetuous. Perhaps, in my life I have not experienced greater ecstasy than the delight of being inside this woman. Feeling that I was cumming, I worked my pelvis completely frantically, no longer commensurate with the strength and depth of my blows, and bent the hand that held Stacey by the hair, pulling her head almost to my face - at the same time she strongly bent in the back - and With his other hand, he grabbed the chain that connected her nipples and pulled her down. Through the squelching of the penis, which went into the vagina like a piston in the cylinder of an automobile engine, I heard the groans of the girl, betraying both the pain and the passion that she experienced.

In the mirror hanging on the wall, I saw Stacey and me - her sagging belly with a ringing bell, ribs heaving from rapid breathing, a pale face, on which grimaces of pleasure and pain ran alternately - her white and thin body covered with beads of sweat, crucified on the background of my muscular and hairy figure. When I reached the finale, my hoarse roar merged with her ringing, drawn-out scream.

Stacy was carried to the couch and her hands were untied. After a short rest, we again began to love games, and all six participated in the final position. One of the brothers lay back on the sofa, and Stacy laid her back on him, taking his cock in the anus. Sh-ov lay down on top of her, the second brother put his root into her mouth, and the third brother and I stood on the sides of the girl, entrusting our scrotums to her thin fingers.

But this arrangement did not satisfy me - as soon as Sh-ov finished, I dragged the count aside to take his place. I wanted to not just fuck this loving bitch, I wanted to feel her with my whole body, feel her vagina with a member, her belly with my belly, her breasts with sharp nipples, her lips salted with sperm and find her tongue with my tongue while our bodies gradually merge into one whole, into a single living being, living only with passion!

When it was all over and we started getting dressed - slowly, unhurriedly, like we were exhausted after a good bath - Stacey farted loudly and immediately laughed at this. Her melodious laughter was drowned out by the booming cackle of the surrounding men.

- Well, what did I say? - Sh-ov told me when we said goodbye near my carriage. - Thing - the first grade. Come on the eighteenth - I will have another berry of the same field.

I promised to be by all means.



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