Story # 1
As my husband and I went to visit
There was this story in the early 90-ies. I was just over 20 years old. With the growth of 163 cm and weight 55 kg-bust never suffered. Long fair hair. My husband said that this hairstyle he likes and do not need to change anything. We were married for about two years. A little about her husband. A little older .After the wedding, he left full-time education and transferred to correspondence, but with former classmates from the course maintained a good relationship. To one of them we were poisoned on the day of cooking. The landlady was a friend of mine. At their wedding, my husband and I met. But my husband has one bad thing. Getting drunk with friends it is always up to the green snot. It should be noted drank only on holidays and in the company. In ordinary days neither. Personally, I drink symbolically to keep the company going. My husband can't drink Under shafe does all sorts of stupid things and in the morning does not remember anything. My story is connected with this feature of his behavior.
December this year turned out to be extremely warm. The thermometer dropped just below zero. I wore Nude stockings on a narrow silicone elastic band, Thong panties, dress slightly above the knees, and boots with a thin hairpin. Friends stoked is always good and extra clothing for warmth is not required. Threw a long coat and went to visit.
At the party stayed up late. My husband as always got drunk and at the beginning of the twelfth I dragged him home .We managed to catch the last trolleybus, which stops just near our house.
In the trolleybus, my husband turned to talk about my glances at one of the guests, whom we saw in the first, and his signs of attention towards me. I didn't notice that, though.
When we were two stops from our house husband jumped out of the bus and I like durra instead. to wave a hand at him and go on without him left him. We stood at the bus stop figuring things out, and after my sharp response husband was offended turned around and ran towards the house leaving me completely alone on a dark empty street.
The next trolley had to wait until the morning, and taxis in those days was not yet and I went to the side of the house with a speed that can allow thin hairpins.
At the end of the first quarter towered five-storey house of old buildings on the corner of which hung a pay phone. When I approached him, I noticed the figures of two people standing near a pay phone. They were two guys whose faces I didn't know at all. One was high "let's call it that"and the other was low. High propped up shoulder box payphone, while a low beat on the phone the phone obviously trying to dislodge the left. Around them was not as I went past trying not to pay any attention to them. In the shower still seething resentment at my husband who has left me in the lurch in the midst of the night.
The tall man blocked my way and snapped something out of his pocket. In a moment, a switchblade knife was placed to my neck.
- Take off your coat bitch with a Calm voice he told me. - If you scream it will be the last thing you do in your life. Low grabbed me by the hand and together dragged into the arch leading into the yard.
The strongest of human feelings is fear, which has embraced me from head to toe. His eyes darkened and I don't remember how you got them in the entrance. Low unbuttoned buttons and a fur coat hanging on his arm. The knife was no longer visible.
I can get them for the second time fucked if it first gave. He sounded short.
- If you want your coat back, let's go. Don't like force. The woman should be given at will.
It's cold to walk home in one dress, I thought. For two years of family life, I have never changed her husband, though sometimes wanted, but something stopped. He left me in the middle of the street. And then this opportunity came up. And the coat I wanted to return. Relax and get pleasure, I thought obediently began to climb the long wide granite stairs of the old house. The back was short and then grabbed my legs, his hands slipping from his knees and up to the milestone, putting her hands together on the thigh. Like the feeling of my bodily tights had brought. So we went above the fifth floor. There was a wide platform with an entrance on an attic. High threw the coat on the floor and said – suck. I obediently dropped my knees on the fur coat and began to unbutton his fly with his hands high. He lowered his pants to his knees and pulled out his protruding member. In nose immediately sight appropriate the scent of unwashed male member. My husband always bathed well before sex, so I got used to such smells, but this moment added some interest in this situation. His cock was clearly more than the husband, and the head diameter was quite different from the main body of the barrel. I opened her mouth and he shoved the head to me reaching as far as the tonsils. Then wrapped his arms around me from behind and I began to move my head, then absorbing, then sticking to his strong stallion. The head slid me in the sky, rested in the cheeks, reaching up to the glands. I opened my mouth wider on purpose so as not to hurt his teeth. She was afraid to blow the deal. And the process itself began to tighten. Long pulled my head with his hands, helping me to do Blowjob. At this time low on my knees, grabbed my legs, and put my hand under your panties, stroking with her fingertips on the clitoris , others deep in the vagina. The second hand tried to feel my Breasts, but could not reach. It's a pity, but I confess I wanted to feel the hands of another man caressing my nipples sticking out for a long time. I felt as in pussy the beginning of wet. In the house there was complete silence residents have long slept. Nothing prevented us from doing what we were doing. Don't know how long it lasted, but the low became angry that he wants. At the direction of the high I got cancer. He threw the hem of the dress on my back, pulled down her panties to his knees and thrust his mighty cock into my vagina with his balls on the legs. - Your mouth said he was low. Now the hands of the tall one on my head have changed to the hands of the low one. I raised my head higher and saw the head rushing into my mouth with such speed that if I had not opened my mouth in time, I might have lost my teeth. The sensations in her mouth his head was much smaller in diameter but much longer length. This I porn not seen. My narrowed head was a moderate size barely stood out over the width of the trunk.
Long from behind clasping my waist fidgeted me with a trunk on the vagina pulling up to the uterus with claps on the Pope and the impact of eggs on the legs. Around the empty stairwell resounded with a loud Echo. Taking out one hand cock from his mouth, I asked him to be quiet. I did not want to be caught doing this by someone from the tenants of the house. Again swallowed the sweet head of the second partner in with a howling time..y mouth. Long restrain his enthusiasm and I felt how nice it rubs me the vaginal walls, which under his head aside and narrowed, hugging his member, releasing it to freedom. While the head of the second partner slid with smacking in my already tired mouth.
With her husband in the ass we rarely fucked. I was hurt when he pushed the entrance to the anus with his penis. But when there came long his mighty head the pain I felt, probably because the "point game" ever since the meeting with them. You don't feel that way with your husband. Nothing to fear. But he entered not too deep, though I could feel every vein on his mighty member. Moving back and forth he gave me great pleasure, and the long head in my mouth, too, did its job. Did not think I had been on a drunken husband and his bad insults in my address. Wanted to catch this moment given to me quite by accident and not > suddenly guessing. I don't remember how many times I came, but it was already flowing. Then the high pulled his cock out of my chocolate hole and podrachivaya invited his friend to swap places. Low grabbed me by the ass and stuck in the vagina.
- No. He said here too wide and wet and shoved me in the ass holding hands on the buttocks. "Hear the Kettlebell tale high give it to me for a minute and then it's all yours. Kettlebell " the a low. As then I learned, that he was swinging in some basement " grudgingly pull out a member of from my butts and was detached in side.
- Get on your knees and take a long one in your mouth.
I got up, taking her mouth his rod and clasping his hands behind your buttocks. Long on ceremony, pushed once on the tonsils and pressed me very hands literally planted on his cock. Then I felt the jerks of his head and the thick mixture coursing down my throat. With my husband, I did not swallow, and then had to go was not where. Gently swallowing all I tongue slowly pulled the remains of the death of his prick sticking out at a distance of a matchbox from my overworked lips, which have long been no traces of lipstick.
- It's yours Said he Gear.
- The weight already hurts my knees. I begged.
The weight entered at the position of turning me backwards and obloquy on the railing. His cock slid across the clitoris and deepened into the vagina. Slow movements of the Weight massaged the walls of my vagina from the bottom to the top, then to the right to the left. I still remember the pleasant feeling of his long head in my vagina. My death flowed on my legs, and I have not controlled myself for a long time. Then his hand crawled under my dress sweeping the collar of my Breasts and protruding nipples, squeezing them massaging.
I lost track of time a long time ago. When the Weight started to beg to cum in me. Apparently knowing about the sperm of his friend in my mouth, he did not want to go there. Stop sign thought I, I have two days ago ended monthly. So there's at least one more day when the conception doesn't happen. While I thought the Head Weights twitched in me and I felt the blows streams of sperm.