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 let us in.
- There are no places! - he shouted, spreading his arms to the sides and blocking the doors.
- Quiet, father, don't make noise! - Tolik told him with a smile. And then, hugging his grandfather, he began to whisper something in his ear.
- No, I say! - the grandfather muttered less confidently. But then Tolik put something in his breast pocket, and his grandfather’s face lit up with a toothless smile.
- So, what am I? I'm always welcome! - and he, moving a little to the side, let us in with a half-bow...
The restaurant was small, but quite cozy. There were a dozen tables arranged in a semicircle along the stage, on which, to the loud music of the ensemble, a no longer young soloist was either singing or screaming loudly. Her flabby body swayed with a dozen folds under a tight blouse. And the jellied thighs were darting completely out of step with the music, and even her, the soloist’s, movements...
We completely relied on Tolik, who had already placed an order for everyone, asking for four bottles of vodka and snacks to go with them. Vodka went like a train, very good. What, how is it a train? It's so very simple! This is when the first, and then the second and third glasses, come in a trailer...
Only after that did I, and everyone else, relax a little. Nikolaich, as always, began to cry about life and his hard lot, but I didn’t listen to him, because I began to look with interest at the people sitting at other tables. There weren't many people. The gypsies sat moving two tables together, animatedly talking about something in their own language. Next to them was some not a young couple, but closer to us, two old Uzbek men in skull caps, together with two very young girls who were already pretty tipsy... Suddenly, one girl stood up and, leaning across the entire table, began to... then tell one of the old men. Moreover, she stood in such a way that her already short skirt had completely ridden up, exposing her rather appetizing ass. I looked at the girl in fascination, unable to take my eyes off. Suddenly I felt that someone was stabbing me in the right hand with a fork. Looking there, I realized what was going on. Nikolaich, opening his mouth and rolling his eyes, looked at the girl in shock, while at the same time trying to prick a piece of cucumber from the plate with a fork. But poking my hand with a fork.
- What are you doing, Nikolaich, it hurts! - I said, removing my hand. But Nikolaich only made some kind of guttural sound, pointing to the girl with his eyes. I looked and understood why he was speechless. The girl, getting on all fours, crawled under the table and, from the movements of her head, we realized that she was giving the old man a blowjob. Wow! I could never imagine this. My penis, instantly reacting, began to break free. I felt uncomfortable, what if one of our people saw that I had an erection?! But at these moments no one cared about me, because everyone, including Lenka and her husband, was closely watching what was happening at the next table... Tolik defuses the pre-heart attack situation.
- That's it, stop engaging in visual masturbation! - he said, pouring it to the fullest. - I went to pick up women!
“Tolyan,” I said, but Tolik, understanding what I wanted to say, interrupted:
- Shut up sadness, shut up! I understand everything, I’ll pick up two chicks, if I’m lucky, of course!
- A-uh-oh!!! - Nikolaich, rising from his seat, tried to say something. But, apparently from excitement, not only his penis stood up, but also his tongue, which instead of words uttered only strange sounds...
While Tolik was walking, we drank some more and eagerly awaited his return.
About half an hour later, Tolik returned, and not alone, but with three girls. They looked nice and smelled of some good perfume, and not “Red Moscow”, like Lenka. Tolik sat next to him the one who was slightly shorter than his friends, but with a very large bust. Lenka and her husband left, and Vika and Nadya sat down next to me as they introduced themselves. Nikolaich, fidgeting in his chair, tried to joke, trying to attract the attention of the girls, but they did not show any interest in the old man... About an hour later, everyone was already, as they say, in the right condition, and Tolik suggested finishing meals in the rooms. The girls immediately agreed, and so did we.
Vika first went to the toilet, and I smoked, looking at night Moscow. Suddenly I heard a rustling from behind and turned around. Vika stood by the bed, wearing only panties! Her small breasts, without the support of a bra, hung like two unattractive pancakes. Although, to be honest, I was so warmed up by vodka and desire that I didn’t even pay attention to this nuance.
- Come to me! - Vika called, lying down on the bed. I quickly undressed and threw my clothes directly on the floor. Vika and I were separated by some two meters, but even at a distance, I felt and caught the aroma emanating from her body. The scent of desire oozing from a girl's vagina.
Touching my lips to the girl’s wet panties, I ran my tongue over them, feeling the taste of her juice... Vika trembled with her whole body and, putting her hands on my head, spread her legs. And I began to frantically run my tongue over my panties. Either gently caressing it, or sharply thrusting it into the wet fabric, as if trying to break through this thin barrier to her mysterious cave... Growling like an animal, I began to tear my panties with my teeth, and Vika, either helping me or simply in ecstasy, right she tried to pull them off with her hand, and with her left she frantically rubbed her clitoris, vibrating her whole body.
- That's it, I can't take it anymore! Give it to me please!!! - Vika suddenly screamed and pushed me away. Out of surprise, I fell to the floor. And she, like a panther, jumped on me. And already I was lying, and her face was near my tight panties, from which my excited penis was protruding invitingly... Vika, repeating my actions, began to run her tongue over it, licking the thin fabric. I rose up on my elbows, but from the wave of pleasure that covered me, I groaned and closed my eyes. Vika was already sucking my dick through my panties. I felt like I was going to cum and said quietly: “Now!” Vika immediately quickly pulled off my panties and inserted my penis into her mouth. She sucked skillfully, helping herself with her right hand, moving it along the shaft of the penis, and playing with the scrotum with her left.
I came violently, pouring sperm into the mouth of the girl, who drank this juice of life to the last drop, squeezing it out of my penis. After that, Vika got up and, throwing a sheet over herself, went to the window. In the moonlight, the sheet seemed semi-transparent, and the girl’s body was visible through its fabric. Her waist and the roundness of her buttocks, and, most likely, it was this mysterious semi-transparency that excited me, filling my penis with desire. Getting up, I walked up to her and, putting my arm around her shoulders, pressed my hot dick against her crotch. Vika bent over slightly, resting her hands on the windowsill and turning her head to look at me. There was so much desire in her gaze that I didn’t hesitate any longer. Throwing the sheet over her back, I directed my penis to where he knew the way well without me. The wet and tight vagina swallowed him completely, and I began my usual work, driving him back and forth. After a few minutes, Vika’s whole body trembled, but then she tensed up, and after a few seconds she relaxed and slid towards the radiator.
-Have you finished? - the girl asked quietly.
- No, what?
- I'm tired! Or maybe I’d rather suck you?
- Then, then you’ll suck it. Now let's take a rest?! - I answered, sitting down next to her. “What if we try to fuck her in the ass?” - I thought and said:
- Listen, do you have any cream?
- Yes, there is, there is Vaseline in my purse, but what?!
- Yes, yes. I just rubbed it a little, so I want to anoint it.
- So, take it to your health! - the girl answered, and I stood up and went to the table where her purse lay. Sticking my hand inside, I felt some kind of bubble. Taking it out, I opened the cap and brought the bottle to my face. The perfume had a slightly sweet smell. And then the irreparable happened, I dropped the bottle! To say that the room was filled with the aroma of perfume is to say nothing. Because this pizdeishn.net was no longer a scent. “It” filled the room with its sickly sweet smell that was everywhere! But, to my great surprise, Vika did not react to what was happening, as if nothing had happened. Either from severe intoxication, or from something else. Not to tempt fate, I quickly put the bottle back into my purse and took out a small round jar of Vaseline. Having generously lubricated the head of my penis with the contents of the jar, I approached Vika.
- Come to me! - I called her quietly. The girl stood up, hugging me around the neck, and we merged in a kiss. Her hand again lay on my penis, trying to guide it into her vagina, but I gently pushed her away, whispering in her ear: “No, not like that!” Vika looked at me with uncomprehending eyes, and I, taking her by the shoulders, turned her back to me, and bent her towards the bed... The girl screamed, but did not pull away, but, on the contrary, moved her butt towards me, as if wanting to sit on my a member that had already completely entered her hot anus.
To be honest, this was the first time I tried to have anal sex, although I had already heard so much about it, and I was quite theoretically savvy... But what really surprised me was that with every movement of my penis, “There”, to him, to my member, it became hotter and hotter. It was as if my penis was moving not in the girl’s anus, but in the firebox of a steam locomotive, becoming red-hot. Suddenly Vika herself pulled away, jumped off my penis, and began intensively rubbing her anus.
- Is there something wrong? - I asked.
- Yes, it’s not like that! - the girl answered displeasedly, wincing. - Why did you put it in the ass, there aren’t enough other holes, or what?!
And now look, your whole ass is burning, as if not a dick, but a torch had been inserted into it!
- Why are you angry? Do you think you're the only one on fire? For example, it’s been burning for half an hour, but I’m not yelling!
- Wait, is yours on fire too?!
- Otherwise!
- Come on, turn on the light quickly! - the girl ordered in a commanding voice. I turned it on. She walked up to the table and poured the contents of her purse onto it. Among other feminine nonsense, I saw two round jars, one really with Vaseline, and the other with Vietnamese balm!
- Oh, fuck your mother! - the girl screamed and rushed into the shower. I'm following her...
In general, we stood there until the morning. She's wearing a shower head that pours cold water straight into her anus, and I'm holding my dick in a sink with cold water circulating...
And you say: "Anal sex!"
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