All the events described in the story actually happened. The names of the actors have been changed.
This evening we celebrated Natalie's birthday. At one time, she quite successfully married a Dane, moreover, it seems, out of love. Nika and I find him charming, which is exactly what he is - fun, attractive, athletic. There is, however, a minus that you have to chat in English, but it does not matter.
There were six of us that evening. I sat between Nika and Natalie, from time to time catching the warm touches of one or the other leg under the table. The Dane sat next to Natalie. There was also a friend of the Dane. To complete the picture, let's describe him: for 30 years, he had his own business in a neighboring city, where he found a girlfriend who was with him today. We saw her for the first time, and she mostly smiled and kept quiet. Nothing like a girl, everything is in place, really. My Nika will be slimmer. We ate, drank and laughed - what else do they do in taverns? The conversation stuck, vodka and champagne poured and the atmosphere warmed every minute. In general, it turned out to be an ordinary gathering with dancing, which soon began. The musicians played hits, we jumped and just went crazy. Slow dance I danced with Natalie. I hugged her back, she put her hand on my shoulder and we moved to the rhythm of the music. Either the fragrance of her body with a slight admixture of tart perfume and cigarette smoke, or the proximity of her warm thighs and a pleasant hollow between her breasts, temptingly going into a deep cleavage, or her excited eyes and sensually trembling nostrils caused me a warm wave of desire, intertwined with my old sympathy for Natalie. She felt my electrification and, as if by chance, pressed herself closer to me. My throat caught. Through the thin material of the trousers, she clearly must have felt the change in my mood. Judging by the way she looked at me, she felt it. She deliberately clung to my penis, which was pouring with blood and desire, which tried to make its way in the tight fabric of underpants, but met with strong resistance from the clothes, straining even more from this. Our breathing quickened, my hand, embracing Natalie's body, seemed to me like an octopus tentacle with a million sensitive pads on the fingertips, the earth was leaving from under my feet. Everything was spinning. For a moment I thought I was drunk, but the music stopped brought me back to reality. With Natalie, in my opinion, it was the same as with me. The corners of her lips trembled sensually, she herself shone with some kind of radiance, her voice trembled slightly. The most surprising thing is that the rest did not notice anything - all this, which seemed to us like thunder in our chest, flashed between us in a split second and lit a flame inside, invisible to the rest.
We returned to the table, drank and ate. At this time, the night program began with the performance of a dance group. There were two girls and a guy. Their plastic bodies moved around the stage, and I looked at the dancers with a completely different look. Turned legs flashed before my eyes, skirts flew up at the turns, exposing elastic buttocks to a hungry look; the gradually heated faces of the dancers and their smiling lips - all this, together with the closeness of my beloved Nika on the one hand and Natalie, who was no less desirable at that moment, on the other, evoked a feeling of extraordinary strength, such sharpness that I had to drink more vodka so as not to howl from desire to merge with a woman in the close embrace of love fever.
At that moment, the lights in the hall were dimmed and a girl slipped out into the twilight. To the enchanting sounds of music, she floated through the hall, giving us her look. To say that she was beautiful is not to tell the truth. Imagine the quintessence of femininity, grace and warmth. She looked like a statue of Venus - a little overweight, by the standards of fashion designers, but every line of her body gave off femininity. The Dane smiled a forced smile, his friend Peter watched her without taking his eyes off her, our ladies also looked attentively and approval and curiosity were visible in their eyes. Nika leaned towards me and whispered:
- Look, what a sexy girl!
“Yes,” was all I could answer. Nika looked into my eyes, smiled, and placed her hand on my thigh under the table. As the girl's dance became more and more erotic, my reaction became more and more pronounced, and soon Nicky's hand found her favorite in all its glory, ready for battle. She looked at me and smiled. She is generally crazy about a member, especially when the hormones of the female cycle are running out. Her palm greeted my fighter and returned to the table.
The girl at this time was more and more given to the dance. She wasn't vulgar like most strippers. She was sensual, gentle in her dance, all her movements spoke of the fact that she did not undress for money, but simply caresses her beloved body, enjoying it. It can be seen that she was a bit of an exhibitionist, since she herself clearly liked it. From her dance there was a slight sadness of unsatisfied desire, and this was transmitted to all of us, electrifying the atmosphere. The evening was clearly a success.
When the dance ended, we began to vigorously discuss it. Everyone liked it, everyone was impressed by her plump soft, but not saggy round breasts with small nipples, her slender legs, her rounded buttocks, her alluring belly, her demeanor, her expression in her eyes. Everyone was pretty excited, and when the dancing began again, we danced much more frankly, reminiscent of the ritual rites of savages from the island of sexual madness. Slow music was not staged, and it was not necessary - our girls, inspired by the example of a dancer, wriggled more and more erotically. Their lips parted full, their eyes sparkled with fire. No one had partners anymore, everyone merged into a mass of six bodies inflamed with desire, then with one movement, then with another, trying to convey their passion to the one who was nearby at that moment.
All this lasted about ten minutes, then we sat down at the table again. A couple of elderly foreigners had finished their meal by this time and were about to leave the hall, there was one more company besides us, but they did not interfere with us. And with the departure of the elderly couple, we did feel much more at ease. Under vodka, champagne and cigarettes, the evening acquired an increasingly pronounced erotic coloring. The glamor of desire came in waves, now intensifying, now weakening. The dancers from the group performed several more numbers, already more erotic - famously danced the cancan, and one girl's corset accidentally loosened and the edge of the nipple became visible. She obviously did not notice this, and we again added fuel to the fire. Then there was a number in leather and with whips, however, only with a hint of a striptease, but the bodies were crazy. And then the light dimmed again and all in the skin appeared She - our girl. Only this time she wasn't a lonely nymphomaniac virgin.
She was Mrs. Her movements were hard and swift, her eyes were powerful and cold, her body was beautiful in its inaccessibility. To the beat of energetic music, she rushed past the tables, performed several graceful pirouettes, easily circling around the hall. And then. Then she lay down on the floor and slowly spread her legs. Her crotch, tightly covered with a narrow strip of leather shorts, appeared before our eyes. Her pubis moved up and down with sharp obscene movements, and between her legs the relief of two rollers with a depression between them clearly protruded. She waved her whip over her, threw it up and, in the style of an artistic gymnast, caught it in flight by the middle of the handle. Then she pressed this pen to her cheek, slid over her face and ran it over her lips, as if it were a phallus, plunged it into her mouth and began to suck, inserting and removing from her full lips, caressing her bare breasts with it, or very skillfully imitating pleasure , or actually receiving it. Gradually, she sank lower and lower and reached the crotch. She moved the hilt along the very fold that attracted the eye like a magnet, drove up and down, wriggling in her pleasure. Her breathing quickened greatly, her breasts were covered with drops of perspiration and heaved frequently. The nipples stood on end.
Suddenly, as if unable to restrain herself any longer, she turned the hilt at an angle, as if intending to thrust it into herself and began to press it on her crease. But her shorts got in the way. Disappointment flashed across her face, she gradually got up, slowly gathered her things and left. We howled with delight. The host announced the end of the program and further dancing. A friend of the Dane was talking to him about something that was not in English, and I did not understand him.
The Dane turned to me and asked if it was possible to order another dance especially for Peter - he, they say, really liked the dancer. I went to the receptionist and we agreed on 25 bucks after some time needed to prepare for the number. For now, the music is back on. After a few dances, we sat down at the table. The DJ signed me and asked if it was possible, but Nika and Natalie had not yet returned from the toilet. They had been there for so long that I inadvertently thought that they were having fun with each other. In general, I was not yet sure that they had ever done this, but I knew with complete certainty that Nika, for almost 20 years of friendship, endured in herself a desire for her best friend.
More than once we indulged in erotic fantasies about Natalie with her, this turned Nick on a lot. Even in porn, she only liked to look at couples where a woman looked like Natalie - with well-developed breasts (this factor especially aroused her in Natalie), with a non-flat but elastic ass and hips. Natalie was not fat, she was in the style of the actress who played in "Titanic" - everything is in place and everything is sexy (although, perhaps, Natalie had bigger breasts, however, I can only judge this by the beach). From time to time she relaxed and put on a couple of kilograms in weight, but very quickly came to her norm, and now she was very attractive.
I had already completely surrendered to my inflamed imagination, imagining two female bodies among the tiles, intertwined hands, clinging to each other and gently flattening breasts, lips merging into a kiss. For some reason, it didn't go beyond kissing. Nika claimed that she did not like female flesh, but I believe her. On these thoughts, they just returned, chirping cheerfully in slightly drunken voices. I caressed Nikina's legs with my eyes, their smooth curves, slightly plump knees, ass, thin waist. I saw that she was excited - when you love a woman and live with her for so many years, you already feel her. Natalie's society, especially in combination with the Dane and champagne, always brought her into such a state that then we selflessly indulged in love with such fervor that we became wet to the folds between the toes and had to change wet sheets (if everything happened in bed, and not for example , on the stairwell in front of his door).
I diligently searched for traces of the crime, but did not find it. The thought that this could still be the case disturbed me. In general, I like to imagine Nika more depraved than she is. I terribly wish she would sometimes make love to herself without me. In general, for some reason, people have a bad attitude towards self-satisfaction, calling it different words that do not convey the essence of this beautiful (especially when performed by a woman) act. When you make love with a partner, this is called to make love, that is, "to make love." By himself, beloved, by the way, this is called fuck yourself, which already sounds more consumerist like "fuck yourself." Although in essence it is not forbidden to lie in the sun, giving yourself pleasure. Then why endure desire in those moments when it overwhelms you, and your partner is absent?
Some run to prostitutes, spend family money, risk catching AIDS or, at worst, chlamydia, remain dissatisfied with the quality of service and look for something else, and so on. etc. And they never find a discharge. And why? Because there is no love. But in the literal sense, there is always a person at hand who loves you and wants to deliver maximum pleasure - this is you. I propagate these ideas to Nike, she is slowly imbued with them. She began to come much more violently when she began to caress herself during our love games. I think a little more and she will be able to finish without a penis in her body. Even if, like me, her orgasm will not be as bright as together, but why not give yourself a little pleasure? I sometimes imagine this picture: I come home, quietly open the door with a bouquet of flowers, wanting to surprise her. Closing the door, I hear strange sounds from the bedroom - rapid breathing, light moans.
I sneak up to the door and make a small gap. Ooooooo. My lovely Nika is naked (apparently she took a bath, she loves it. Or maybe she gives herself a drop of joy in the bathroom?), Lying on her back on the bed and quickly rubbing her clitoris with her finger, lustfully moving her pubis towards her finger. The other hand crumples the breasts, then crumples the ass, strokes the pubis, then two fingers of the left hand push the lower lips apart, freeing the clitoris from its neighborhood and it all appears before my eyes - a swollen microsegment, wet and hard, in the folds of pink skin, reddened and pulsating. Nika changes pace, licks her fingers impatiently, and begins to circle. Her face is flushed, her neck is swollen, her eyes are closed. Suddenly, she begins to fumble with her hand near her and finds a vibrator. Well well. And someone said that they did not use it and that we had thrown money away in vain. She licks the vibrator and slowly opens the entrance to her well-known pantry of pleasure, then gradually, but impatiently, inserts it very deep into herself, while uttering an animal growl. Unable to hold back any longer, I unbutton my trousers and pull out a quivering cock through the wedge. He stands incredibly, his painfully swollen head does not fit in the bodily shell intended for it by nature and cracks with tension. And Nika at this time is gradually moving towards orgasm, violently moving her artificial phallus inside herself and rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of her other hand.
Then some thought comes to her mind, she takes the vibrator out of herself, raises her legs bent at the knees and presses them to her chest so that I can see her small hole in the anus, into which she so infrequently lets me in carefully and into which I still never finished. She brings the vibrator to this little ring and carefully inserts it inside. Her face is contorted into a mask of pain, mixed with lust and arousal at the strangeness of what she has decided to do to herself. With great difficulty, having introduced the vibrator halfway into herself, she leaves it alone and inserts two fingers into the open mouth of her bud, which has greatly decreased due to the proximity of the vibrator behind the wall. It can be seen that it turns her on a lot, because she pounces on her clitoris with redoubled energy.
Here her face turns red, her mouth opens slightly, she begins to capture the air, like a fish thrown ashore, her breathing stops altogether, she arches all over, tenses up and from the tension the vibrator gradually crawls out of her ass, this gives the last push and she enters in ecstasy. I can’t hold back for a second, I quietly open the door and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot the contents of my petrified eggs right on her ass, on her pubic hair, on a fast-moving hand, on her stomach, on her legs.
From the almost real world of my imagination, Natalie's voice brings me back:
- And when will there be a number for Peter?
- Yes, we want a girl!, - Nika echoes her with a laugh. And what do you want to think about them after that? Damn, and only. They drive the man crazy. We drink a glass and I make a sign to the DJ. He nods, but the girl is in no hurry to appear. Gradually, the light dims, oriental music begins to play softly, and the dancers who previously performed the cancan come out. They are in transparent harem pants through which thin strips of panties shine through, in translucent capes on their faces and in shiny bras with exaggeratedly large hemispheres of breasts. In their hands they have bowls from which some kind of smoke comes out, filling the hall with a sense of the illusory nature of what is happening. In this smoke and in these clothes, they evoke much stronger emotions than before. They pretend to caress each other, but it is clear that they are only dancing, that they do not care. Involuntarily, the just rethought pictures of love between Nicky and Natalie surfaced in my imagination, but I tried to drive them away from me, especially since with the advent of Scheherazade, there was no way to think about anything else. She entered all in a transparent fabric, like the girls of the dancers, the same clothes - but I wanted to immediately rip everything off her, such an aura of sensuality emanated from her. Maybe it's because she was dancing now for us, on purpose, knowing that we like her and we admire her, and this awakened in her an even stronger sexuality. Her body squirmed especially lithely, her eyes stared directly into Peter's, and all her movements were for him alone. Now she was clearly seducing him. Directly in front of his face, she sat down on the floor and then lay on her back, slowly spreading her legs in a split. In the semi-darkness it was not clear whether her panties were visible or not, but all six of us, as if tied, stared at the place where the entrance to her warm womb should have been. She rolled back over her head, performed a few more graceful steps, and took off her top. The nipples of her breasts were painted with something bright red, standing out sharply against her white skin. She took her breasts in her hands and began caressing them without taking her eyes off Peter. She came closer and closer to him, until she took him by the neck and pulled him into her hollow between her breasts, squeezing his face. After sitting like that for a while, she continued her dance. I put my hand on Nika's thigh, she immediately grabbed it and put it between her legs. She still had tights on, and panties too, but I felt that everything was wet there. Through the fabric, I tried to caress her, but she squeezed my hand and, as it were, demanded to be patient.
During this time, the bloomers that Peter was holding in his hands had already been removed from our dancer, and she, sitting on his knees with her back to him, bent down to the very ground and her whole ass opened to him. It opened like a bud and only a narrow strip of cloth covered the opening of the anus, very close to which there was a brown mole. It was this mole that gave everything that was happening a feeling of such intimacy that it took my breath away. One movement to the right, one to the left, and sitting on Peter's lap, she unfastened the fasteners of her panties. Then she arched so that she hugged his neck and pointed with her eyes at the panties, which lay tightly on her pubis, pressed against her body. Peter tried to pull them out, but she pressed herself closer to his knees, hotly wondering what place and did not allow him to pull out a piece of cloth. Then she got up from his knees and, with a leisurely movement of her hand, pulled out a narrow strip of panties from under her, for the first time that evening she appeared before us completely naked. Her pubis was covered with neatly trimmed hairs, extending upwards in the form of a regular strip. My Nika let out an exclamation of admiration, but she is not at all a lover of frank female nature (without a piston moving in her - she doesn’t get bored looking at this). The girl was frankly mesmerizing. Her nakedness was so natural and at the same time infinitely erotic. She put a chair in front of us with its back to us and sat on it, did a few more frank and very frank pirouettes and finished her number with her leg thrown over Peter's shoulder, covering her shamelessly opening bosom with her palm. We howled, hooted, shouted "Bravo".
- You have to drink for this!, - unable to restrain myself any longer, I spilled it to everyone.
- To erotica!, - suggested Peter and it was accepted with a bang. I won't tell you how it happened next, because I was away for a couple of minutes. To lighten up a little was worth a lot of work, the member did not want to calm down and had to soak the head under a stream of cold water.
By my return, only our company remained in the hall. What they agreed on without me, I don't know, but Peter took off his belt and put it on the table. I realized that he decided to portray a striptease, but he, laughing, suggested that his girlfriend take something off of himself. She, without hesitation, conjured under the dress and put a bra on the table. - Oh, - I thought. And it was so quiet. Nick was next in line. She repeated the feat of the previous girl, also putting her black "Angelica" on the table. However, unlike Olga (that was the name of our third lady), her blouse was translucent, such an alternation of black stripes of velvet and guipure, which was almost transparent. Her firm, rounded breasts immediately began to look even more naked than those of a stripper. This was a little embarrassing for Nick, but in my opinion it turned on as it should (although we were all already turned on like that!). A belt followed from my side too, because I usually go without a J bra. Natalie sat in a slight confusion.
- Listen, what should I shoot, I'm without, - and she pointed to the bras lying on the table, looking questioningly at Nika. After a moment's pause, she placed her shoe on the table.
- No, no, it won't, - the Dane was indignant. - What if I put my socks on?
Then Natalie put the second shoe on the table, fiddled under the table and, with a triumphant face, set the pantyhose on the table. I sat next to her and could not take my eyes off her swarthy thighs. The Dane took off his shirt and sat flexing his powerful muscles. But, since everyone was looking at Natalie, no one noticed what Peter was doing at that moment. And now, when everyone turned in his direction, he calmly pulled out his underpants from under the table. "Wow," the girls squealed. Olga did not make us wait long and responded with her tights. Nika followed her example, and, as usual, managed to break them. When it was my turn, I decided to repeat Peter's trick. The only difference was that the giraffe had a long neck, and everyone was already looking at me. I, calmly sitting on a chair under the table (although Nika looked with surprise on one side, and Natalie seemed to casually look on the other), took off my trousers along with my underpants, then put on my trousers again and put my underpants in the common fund. With an embarrassed face, Natalie decided to follow us, but then the Dane's cell phone rang - a taxi arrived.
The taxi driver protested to take six people at once, but the bucks convinced him. So we sat down. Nika got into the front seat, three men sat in the back and Natalie and Olga were on our knees. That frenzy of erotic intensity that gripped us in the restaurant did not let go. The warm body of Natalie on my thigh (and the thought of her not wearing underwear) inflamed my buzzing flesh even more. It seemed to me that soon the desire would make me sick. The Dane and Peter began to feel the girls under the guise, sometimes their own, sometimes a friend, and laughed merrily at the same time. I just put my hand on Natalie's warm smooth naked thigh and felt her wince. Apparently, my simple caress was much more erotic to her than Peter's grabbing; Or maybe I'm just jealous.
We drove up to the house and got out, Peter and Olga went home. And the Dane and Natalie came to drink tea with us (standard phrase). After the usual smoke breaks and going to the toilet, we sat in the kitchen and really drank tea. I complained to Nick that she was embarrassed to wear one damn attractive blouse. Natalie wouldn't be herself if she didn't have a burning desire to see and Nick was forced to dress. I'll tell you, that blouse. Soooo transparent. Nika became more naked than ever before. She never wore it in the evening light, and I thought she was right - her breasts looked immaculate, the halos around the nipples were visible as dark spots of regular round shape, and swollen nipples stood in the center of them with hard candles; immediately a wave of heat came from the restaurant. Apparently, this did not affect me alone, since the Dane also swallowed, and Natalie's voice became quieter and chestier.
- Can I measure it?
- Of course! Let's go, - Nika suggested to her and they went into the bedroom.
While they were gone, I turned on the telly. There was eroticism in the "dog", and we, of course, left it. We smoked and chatted for a long time, the girls on the screen famously gave themselves to blacks and this evoked quite definite thoughts; our ladies have been absent all this time.
“What are they doing there for so long?” the Dane asked me.
"Fuck," I replied jokingly, and thought it might be true. After a couple of minutes, I decided that it was so. Before the Dane and I could reach the bedroom and see how they came out to meet us. Their faces were embarrassingly happy, their eyes burned with a special brilliance, they looked at each other in such a way that I realized that something was wrong here, or one of the two.
- Darling, drive for champagne!, - Nick demanded in a voice that could not stand objections. What are the objections, I was terribly interested in what will happen next.
All sorts of pictures were drawn in my brain during these five minutes, while I hit the nightlight, fortunately it is around the corner.
What I saw when I returned was an exact copy of one of these paintings. Natalie was sitting on the couch, Nika, bending over her knees and almost lying on them with her chest, was kissing her passionately, and the Dane was sitting between them with such an expression that I thought he was already cumming.
- Come to us, - Nika called me and we turned into a ball of four bodies. I felt Nikina's lips on mine, the taste of her saliva, mixed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, the smell of her heated body, sometimes it even seemed to me that I smell the very juice of desire that my hussars, rising to attack again, drink with such joy; it all mingled with the scent of Natalie and the Dane; I heard the sounds of their caresses, I saw them very close - just stretch out your hand; I stretched out - and my palm is again on Natalie's thigh, so smooth, elastic and warm, but this time it's not a static caress, this time there is a clear feeling that everything, all borders are open, we are moving towards each other, only we need to not to be afraid, you need to be bolder, but not too brazen, so as not to frighten, so that the feeling of love does not disappear, and not just banal sex, so as not to spoil the feeling of the subtlety of the eroticism of the current moment, inspired by us tonight in the restaurant, so that the caresses are just gentle, and not by way of raising the moment faded from everyday life and boredom of the sloth; so that this evening will bring us even closer and not turn into a mockery of friendship; under a whirlwind of such thoughts, I caress at once two women I love at that moment and I don’t know who I want more and how the other will look at it; and my hand from time to time bumps into the hand of a Dane, also lost between two women, and I understand that he is experiencing the same thing as I am and is tormented by the need to choose; the hands of women are intertwined with ours, they caress us with the Dane and each other; it is even more difficult for them than for us with the Dane, they still want one another; and in this hodgepodge of thoughts, feelings and sensations, my hand strokes Natalie's pubis and my trousers are already pulled together by Nika; women turned out to be wiser, they choose a less risky option; and now I’m already merging with Nika in the dance of the madmen on the altar of Venus, and my lips caress the lips of Natalie, pierced by the Dane, and we can’t kiss normally because of the mismatch of the rhythms of the love impulse, our lips hit the teeth of another, but it doesn’t hurt, it worries even more; and Nika is rushing with excitement like a hurricane, and I can’t help myself, I’m notifying the world with a loud groan that Vesuvius has woken up again, that everything around will now be flooded with fiery lava and in general the end of the world will come, that the world is collapsing and flies, flies, flies, and I hear a Dane explode nearby, and his voice mixes with the moans of Natalie and the joyful laughter of the atomic bomb that has not yet exploded, lying under me and accepting me into its gates of the Universe; this whirlwind spins me, passes like a tornado from the center of the Galaxy, enters my body somewhere between the shoulder blades, descends lower and lower, turns into a new red-fiery star and explodes, splashing out its pulsating contents through a thin channel of a long living pipe somewhere forward, somewhere deep into a cramped, damp, warm tunnel. And this is repeated again, and the choice is no longer so important, all conventions are already behind, it is no longer so important whose hand guides you into yourself and who at that time enjoys your tongue, who is on top and the inconvenience of the position, the first rays of the sun are already shining, already this crazy night has ended, and we are trying with all our might to return it, but they are already running out, and we, exhausted, fall asleep in each other's arms, happily inhaling the aroma of the emerging new day.