I fell asleep yesterday, not waiting for my mother from work. And now she enjoyed the minutes of freedom remaining before her arrival. I was already going to throw off a t-shirt with pajama pants and fall asleep as it was - to feel the freshness with my whole body and it would be nice to play with my fingers on the pussy aching with desire, but, already tightening the T-shirt by the corner of my eye, I noticed the door ajar. From the cramped corridor came a rustling sound. There was a creak. One more. And further. Silence.
- Sash, is that you? What time is it? Mom will be there soon?
- Nine in the morning. Already arrived, - next to my head landed her bag with protruding folders, through which were visible some graphics. - Wake up girl. It's time to feed my brother.
“He is not a small person to cope, there are already eighteen,” I rubbed my sleepy eyes, rising.
“He did at least the first time, and you are the eldest ...”
- Maybe that's enough already, mom !? I hear this garbage every day.
- What did you say? - she grabbed my arm and pulled me to her.
“Let me go, I want to go to the toilet,” I really, suddenly, wanted to go to the toilet.
- So, Girl, once again, I will blurt out this thing to me right here - I was saved by “Alexey I.” who called her at that second:
- Yes, hello Alexey Igorevich. I passed the reports this morning, and about the accounting for the month you need to wait until the end of the week, Lisa must fill in all the declarations ...
I hurried to the toilet and closed the door. I undressed and put on a bath. I stepped back and rested on the door, only to see my full reflection: I was looked at by a blonde of medium height with shoulder-length hair, smooth tanned skin, a neat second-size breast and a trimmed ass. Here I liked her the most, as well as the guys - the result of hard work and athletics. “Misha likes it, and in this form I will like it even more.” I squeezed into the mirror between the clothes on the pipe and a pile of all kinds of basins and looked at my perfectly shaven girl and slender legs, which only lacked a pedicure, “Today I will definitely stay with him for the night and let her look for me - to spit. Today I will definitely fuck all night until I lose consciousness ... ”
- Give me, I want to go to the toilet. Are you coming soon - my brother's voice cut off my thoughts.
- Wait, I just went in, - with these words, I plunged into the warm water ...
***
- Get out already. Will you sit there for an hour? You're not the only one living here. Lets go faster. - cut through the silence mother's voice. - Breakfast is ready.
We all sat down at our table, and the television was buzzing overhead. Mom bent over a plate of omelette, constantly distracted by new messages on the phone, asked:
- How's Tanya, I can’t talk to her anyway. So much work has come over the last week.
- Everything is fine, mom, she works in a bar. So far so good, - Sasha looked at me questioningly.
- Yeah, everything is fine with her. Things are going, - I nodded, thinking to myself, - "How lucky you are Tanke - I found a boyfriend for myself and now you live together. I should have taken me to myself. ”
“By the way, I got a place in the hostel,” my brother interrupted my thoughts.
“Fine, son, I'm proud of you,” my mother stroked his head, and a stifled smile appeared on his face. - Dasha, what have you figured out with the housing?
- Not yet, but I'll do it soon.
- August already, when did you get ready to do it in September, when did you get there? Are you going to sleep there at the station? It is necessary to include the head.
“You check the mail or your Personal Account,” Sasha put in his five kopecks.
- I ate, thanks was delicious, - I went to our bedroom preparing for a date with Misha. We've already met for two weeks and it's time to take the next step.
- The plate is half empty and what about tea? Ay, okay, - she waved her hand after me. - Son, here is a card for you, I will transfer money to it ...
“That's what he, fuck, silently could not sit. It would be better if I went to jerk off in the room to my friends as usual, ”I went over the lingerie in search of the best and sexiest and could not find anything, although my mother never saved herself. At 38, she looked great - a tall, slender brunette and she had sets of underwear for all occasions, like a stocking with skirts and everything else, but - “This is what Dasha needs for me to work, not to go to drunken parties ". Since dad abandoned us, she even got prettier. Although this is not recognized with lovers, too, everything was in order. And even brought them here and sucked standing on his knees right here. More than once she fucked herself here, thinking that I was sleeping. So why the hell are we still huddled in this apartment. And I didn’t get normal clothes as soon as I didn’t get it: my friend gave me a sister; had to make money on new clothes. I just want to live peacefully and not worry about any garbage. Even their cosmetics are not always enough, not that of Anka. Eh, girlfriend, sorry you flew away. I stopped at a translucent black satin thong with a small butterfly, from a set that Tanya gave me a year ago and I went to all meetings with potential in them. Maybe even stockings il tights in a mesh dress? Mom never bought them to me even though she had this good in bulk right in the box with vibrators and members on suckers, as if I don’t know. All right, a loose colorful miniskirt and a T-shirt will be enough.
I was almost ready to go and looked through his page in VK - a beautiful muscular, slim body, these strong arms. I remember very well how they squeezed my buttocks while we were kissing a few days ago by the river, and what is the smell of his toilet water ... I hope he will not notice that I was in the same clothes. But I especially liked his sister, who was on a pile of photos, and I increasingly began to envy her figure. When he said that she had been working as a model for a couple of years, I began to pester him with a request to introduce us. Maybe she will be able to help me with the work - easy money, even if I need to spread my legs a couple of times. He promised to introduce.
- Are you going somewhere? - mom walked past me to the closet and began to change clothes
- I go out with friends. Where have you been all night?
- Worked, Dasha. To send you two to study, you need to work hard - she tried on a new blouse and skirt with stockings. - Did you figure it out? By the way, do not forget to wash the dishes and cook dinner. I did not have time to go to the store.
- Well, mom!
“You're doing something so important.” You either lie like a seal or on a party, - she went through things in the locker and I understood when she shifted the vibrator and took out the fishnet tights to black shoes. - Look at your brother, he is doing everything to help us. Learned, will earn a lot.
- Seriously? - I threw with a smirk, sticking to the phone, - "It would be better for a girl to find myself."
“I told you what,” she stood in front of me in full growth on her heels in black lingerie and an unbuttoned blouse; it is immediately clear where the money went. “So, young lady, until you do everything around the house so that you don't go anywhere, and in the evening I will talk to you.” I have to go. Got it !?
- Yes, I understood - I frowned.
- And don't forget to wear the bodice, but what you are like this one ...
***
I stood under a maple in the park and watched the air evaporate. I decided not to wear a bra and I liked how the nipples stand out and caught the looks of the passing guys. I came half an hour earlier than we agreed - just to run away from there. Sasha promised to cook something. I hoped I wouldn't have to wait for him for half an hour. Just as he appeared from around the corner, he immediately noticed me, shifting ...
from one foot to the other in platform sandals emphasizing my slender legs and, waving a hand, went to a meeting. As soon as we got close, I hugged him and kissed him softly on the lips.
- Hi, you're early.
“Hello, kitten, you are even more beautiful today than usual,” he looked me up and down and of course noticed the protruding nipples. “This is for you, although these roses cannot compare with you,” he handed me a slender bouquet of nine roses. I smiled and kissed him again.
- Come on, take a walk, - I took his hand, - at the same time tell me where you went. I missed you.
“Me too, kitten,” he laid his hand on my waist and hugged him tight.
For about half an hour, we walked around the city in such a way, talking about everything and his hand regularly dropped from the waist to my ass. I complained about life and asked about his sister, who was supposed to arrive soon. He said that she was already in the city. She visited Misha in our backwoods a couple of times a year, where he quite got a job as a bartender and in the summer earned very well. He spoke about it with great warmth last time, but then there were more important topics. We stopped in an open cafe by the river, and on the other side we recently kissed and I felt how his penis was tense. We were serviced by a slender waitress in mini-shorts, whose ass Misha constantly led his eyes, as soon as I took his eyes off him. And there was something to see, I even envied her ass and how she combined with tits of the third size, in harmony with everything else. “Here is a bitch,” I thought. But he looked at my chest much more, - "Well, let him look, the main thing is not to touch." From school I got used to these views of all my guys and did not want to make a problem out of it. In response, I looked at the nice guys, waiting for a reaction, but it did not follow.
I drank wine from a glass, - "Well, since Misha is paying for everything, then why not?" A wave of heat spread through the body, very well. I drank more and more. My legs rubbed against his under the table and I smiled some incredibly childish and stupid.
- You are tired? - He asked, leaning on the table and peering into my shiny eyes. And I just wanted to be with him and not return home.
- Well, a little, so hot today.
“You can go somewhere else, come to me,” he took my hand. - Wait out the heat so to speak.
I just nodded and called the waitress. Now he was looking only at me. And I once again appreciated her hard work and wished more nice clients, but this one is mine.
***
As he opened the jammed door, I looked at his slim figure in anticipation. Misha lived in a spacious two-room apartment completely alone. The door slammed shut. Misha invited me into the hall with a large but neat sofa and a coffee table. He already had a bottle of wine and two glasses. Twilight reigned in the room: the curtains were tightly drawn, not missing the scorching afternoon sun.
He sat down next to me, filled his glasses and began to look around: "I forgot something, it was read in his eyes."
- So, I'm in the kitchen now, I'll take the fruit.
- Do not rush, everything is fine. You can go to the toilet
- Yes of course. Feel at home - he carefully walked me to the door and hurried to the kitchen.
I completely undressed in front of a large mirror, not what I have, and began to examine myself: make-up seems to be in order, is there a pimple or something worse? I thought about him: about his body, strong arms, about his penis. Well, at last, the man whom I wanted and I was no longer going to endure, “I hope he is not going to solder me here or himself. I am ready. Leave only the panties and go out or take off only them? ". I hovered my balls in front of the mirror and was confident of my irresistible. From thoughts of imminent sex through the body ran excitement.
- I'm ready, and you? - I came out of the bath, shaking her panties on a finger in front of him and put them on the table between the chopped fruit platter and his glass of wine.
- Well, maybe not as you, of course, - I watched as a member of the shorts is torn into battle.
- It is necessary to drink a little, I stretched my legs and lifted my skirt to the waist, - he looked now at my panties, now at me and my hips.
I drank from the glass. He followed my lead. It was obvious from his eyes that he was hoping for such a development of events, but he was confused. I pressed against him and kissed him tightly, running my tongue over his lips.
- I hope I did not rip you off? - I laughed, and he shook his head and stared at me with a kiss, knocking on the sofa and almost turned the glasses of wine.
- Dashul, you are so ... beautiful without panties, let's go better to the bedroom, - he did not stop stroking my thighs and got to his already wet pussy.
We had only to be on his double trakhodrome with a huge mirror opposite, as Misha began to take control of the situation. He himself undressed on the way, and now deftly saved me from the dress and skirt. especially for sexytal.com I lay with my legs bent at the knees and admired his powerful member. He spread my legs apart and pressed his tongue to my wet cunt, my hand was already playing with a swollen clit.
Now I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Misha in front of me was on the floor and actively licked my current crack. He spread my lips with his fingers and tried to get as deep as possible with his tongue. All I could do was just press his head tighter against his pussy. A minute later, he fucked me with his fingers and at the same time sucked the clitoris. My moans grew louder I was happy, finally, not to restrain myself. He threw his legs over his shoulders. I felt that still a little bit left. From a wave of rising orgasm, I arched my back like a cat and squeezed his head between my legs. Running one hand into his hair and the second squeezing his chest, I moaned and leaned back.
Misha, satisfied, stood over me and with a sense of accomplishment, jerked off his penis with an already rather wet head; his face was in my juices. I turned around, stood on my elbows so that the member was right in front of the face. Taking it from the base immediately immersed the head in his mouth. I played with her tongue and lips, drove the tongue down the trunk and hurt the testicles. He threw back his head and began to moan.
- Fuck fucking. Suck, not letting him out of his mouth. Take it deeper.
He took my head and planted on the penis. Drool flowed from the mouth down the trunk, the eggs and stretched to the floor, and he slowly entered my mouth, each time penetrating deeper and deeper into my throat. I put myself on a dick myself and wanted to take it to its full length, but I was afraid that I would be sick. I got to his gorgeous cock to tears, but it did not work. In return, I diligently sucked him teasing my head with my tongue. Very soon, a member began to throb and the only thing I heard was
- Oh, bitch, I finish ... I want to face!
I could not refuse. Pulling the penis out of her mouth, she directed it to her face, closing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. And no wonder - the first shot was exactly in the eye, a drop hung on the eyelash. There was a lot of sperm: continuing to jerk a member, I felt the approach of each shot. Warm and thick sperm flowed across the face: down the cheeks, fell on the tongue, it was on the lips and stretched with a heavy drop from the chin. Catching his gaze on myself, I began to collect sperm from my face and send it to my mouth: it tasted slightly salty, but the smell is amazing.
- It was awesome. You are just a bomb - he sat down next to me and rested his forehead on my shoulder.
- You, too, was nothing ...
“Fuck, I wanted to stop when you sucked, but I couldn’t force myself,” I grinned and felt the drying sperm tighten the skin. - Now I have a smoke and second round.
- Yes, do not worry, you - I slipped out from under Misha and stood in the middle of the room. Stroking, still thirsty for dick, pussy added. - I'm going to shower right now, and then we will continue. I finished, you finished - all honest.
Looking in the mirror, I did not immediately recognize myself. The face is covered with a translucent film and all this mixed ...
with smeared makeup. The carcass flowed so that the face looked like a raccoon. I tried to wash, but made it worse. Although not the first time. Only a shower will help here. I adjusted the temperature and became under pressure. Around everything was lined with creams, gels, cosmetics, and in the sink lay a female razor.
I really liked Misha, you can say the perfect guy. At least, I did not have time to learn anything about his shortcomings and the expectation of a quick sex excited me no less than him. I crawled out of the bathroom, dried off, and cleaned my disheveled hair. From the mirror, a slender blonde with damn sexy tits, a slender body and a neat cunt looked at me, “well, like this girl you can not want to fuck,” I thought. The reflection winked at me and turned around from the room.
Misha sprawled on the bed and nadrachival his dick.
“I hope you think of me,” I laughed softly. - to help?
Now I sat down between his legs and began to play with the tongue with his penis and eggs: it took only a couple of minutes to bring him to a fighting state. I constantly caught on him his greedy look - I don’t need another compliment now. Misha reached out with his hand to the bedside table and pulled out a condom and handed it to me.
- Keep yourself, I'm on the pills - I was holding in my hands already a solid member with a drop on the tip. I had a lot of saliva in my mouth and took it as deep as possible, wanting to make an impression, but again I almost choked.
- Fuck, I want to fuck you, - he pulled me to him and sucked: our tongues were intertwined, and his member rubbed against my ass.
“Please fuck your bitch,” I begged, and, climbing deep into the bed, became cancer.
“Good slut,” he slapped my ass. - Like?
- Yes, please, - Another ringing slap is stronger; I groaned, bit my lip.
He perched behind him tightly squeezed my waist and slightly spreading the lips, drove the penis on the very balls, and with powerful pushes began to fuck me. I was all burning with excitement, Misha continued slapping me more and more, and fucking faster and faster. My moans grew louder. He fucked me until I had finished and not letting me come to my senses, laid him on his side and, having recovered his breath, continued to fuck my, squinting with excitement, cunt, only more slowly. He crushed my breasts, teased my nipples with his fingers and we kissed for a long time. Then he laid on his back and began to introduce a member slowly, but deeply.
- No, fuck me like a whore! I will finish soon. Fucking fuck me, I prayed, feeling an approaching wave of bliss.
- Well, you and fucking bitch! - he sped up and already fucked me, throwing his legs on his shoulders, and with every thrust I was approaching the peak of pleasure. My chest swayed in time with his jolts, and I continuously caressed my clitoris. A regular orgasm spread through my body.
- Cum in me, I can no longer! - I moaned and we merged in a passionate kiss. After a moment, I felt his cock contract and my warm sperm spread over my pussy, but he continued to fuck me, and his seed flowed down my holes on the bed and his sweat dripped on my chest and neck. I myself was all wet. He pulled out the already falling member and gave me to lick it, and then he kissed me. We fell close on the bed, and I laid my head on his powerful chest.
- Well, the second round was better? What about the third? - Triumphantly asked Misha, stroking my ass, penetrating fingers into the crotch.
- It was awesome. Rest, hero. I love experienced guys.
- I am an experienced girls.
- Do you have a lot of them? - at this moment he seemed to me the ultimate dream. Thoughts came to order. I didn’t want to plan any long-term relationships with him, and I didn’t scream my head with empty dreams. How many of these guys have been and will meet again. I was just fine now and I didn’t want to go anywhere.
- Quite a lot, and you?
“Seven,” I answered immediately, and suddenly I added for myself, “but now you have someone?”
- No, where did you get it? - and I felt how his heart began to beat more often and he himself understood it.
- The bathroom is full of gels, creams and cosmetics.
“These are sisters, she now lives with me ... she lives,” the motor started to beat more often and I didn’t hear.
- In what sense? - and my heart beat faster
- Nothing, just ... Nothing, fuck. I really like you, I thought you would understand. Okay, listen.
- You can tell. I like ... well, the secret is so secret - but curiosity only flared up in me.
- Dash, I really like you.
“I already understood that, lay it out,” I climbed onto his stomach and began to rub pussy.
“All right, only this is a secret.” Agreed?
- No problem.
- We are with her ... - Misha began to crease, but with difficulty squeezed one phrase, - she just loves me.
“Fucking yourself, this is definitely a secret, and even some,” it was obvious how much she loved him.
- Dashul, well fucking - this is serious.
A clank of the front door blew through the corridor; I jumped to the floor without understanding what was happening and only slammed the door to the bedroom.
- This is who in general between.
“Misha, you're at home,” came a gentle female voice.
- This is Nastya. She should not have come back today.
- Well, fucked up, then fine. Thanks though not neighbors, - I threw, with undisguised irritation and even in a panic. Such news and now it is.
“I'll talk to her now,” he quickly pulled on his shorts and jumped out the door, and I was standing in the middle of the room with sperm draining from my vagina on my leg completely naked and didn’t know where to put myself and just wrapped myself in a sheet soaked with our sweat and my juices and tried to wipe .
Time passed, but Misha did not return. I sat on the bed with things in my hands and waited, listening to any sounds.
A few minutes later Misha came in and said that everything was fine. Coming out of the room, I confronted Nastia face to face. It was a tall, large girl, with a third breast size pulled into a green top.
- Hello.
- Nastya.
- Dasha.
- I know each other in absentia, Misha told me a lot about you.
“Me too, about you,” I muttered awkwardly.
“Sorry about that,” she passed me into the bedroom and opened the closet. - Give me the clothes and run to the shower, now I will give a towel.
While washing, I tried to realize what was happening and thought what to do: “To grab clothes and run out is not an option. They'll think that I'm an idiot or a hysteric, but what to say or do. How is it that they fuck. " Having said this to myself, it even became easier for me, “they fuck and all right, yet they fuck. What nonsense. Nice girl. Probably. And he is an idiot. "
- Dashul, everything is fine?
- Yes, good.
- You do not rush, it's me so easy. You clasped on the skirt. I put you my shorts in the bedroom.
I walked past them chatting about something in the kitchen to the room where they had recently moaned like the last whore and asked me to fuck and now the sheets were lying in the corner and my T-shirt, panties and Nastini mini-shorts that I had long wanted were laid out on the bed buy but no money. Pomer - great.
- I still have, look in the closet. Take what you want - I mentally agreed to an offer with clothes and started to wear shorts, only now realizing that Nastya had been admiring my body all this time. "Well, okay, let him staring," I thought mentally.
Tanya began to give me pants and skirts for fitting. While I was changing clothes, Tanya did not hesitate to look at me, as if appreciating. And I thought how I want to myself such things: new from the latest collections, a lot of foreign ones. She stopped at a chic short leather skirt. She also offered me a beige leather jacket so that it would not be cold to return home.
- Maybe a snack?
“Well, let's go,” Tanya, putting her hand on my shoulder, took me to the kitchen, where Misha diligently cut sandwiches and brewed tea. When he saw me, he broke into a smile and offered a place near the window, and Tanya told him to rest, while she herself was engaged in the final preparations. Misha put his hand on my waist and asked tenderly:
- Well, how are you, all right? - The most difficult question in my life, as it relates to the fact that I am having dinner with my boyfriend's mistress, who also has to be his older sister. As the saying goes: "Life did not prepare me for this." Of all the abundance of feelings, I was surprised at the lack of jealousy among them. Rather, misunderstanding how this can be. In the meantime, his hand gently stroked my thigh. "If he has enough brains to climb into my pants now, then I will get up and leave."
- I already need to go home, I guess.
- What do you mean probably? - Nastya laughed. - I know for sure whether I should go or not. Waiting for you there?
I nodded awkwardly
- Well, not with the dogs looking for. And Misha didn’t try in vain: he cut bread, sausage. Sit for a while, drink some tea or something stronger?
- Let's get stronger, though ...
- Do not worry, a taxi call. Delivered directly to the entrance and even brought into the apartment. Wine?
I nodded and did not notice how I drained the first glass. We also chatted on abstract topics: asked if she really was a model. Nastya, catching the light of genuine curiosity in my eyes, promised to tell and show me everything in the smallest detail. “If you want,” she added. I was struck by the fact that Misha was somehow unusually quiet in the background of her sister, and only from time to time did we give Tanya a constant smile and repeat how pleasant it was for her to finally meet me. I did not immediately notice how her leg constantly touched mine.
It was already night outside the window and I began to get home and Nastya, noticing this, without talking, called for a taxi to me. After getting dressed, I headed for the exit. Then Misha jumped out to meet me and asked with a guilty look if I would call him. But then my ass tightly squeezed Tannins hands and gently pushed to the door.
- You do not see - the girl leaves. Do not worry, still talk, - here I am even confused - get angry or tell her thanks?
I was driving home through the night city, pondering over her words, trying to digest what happened and suddenly for myself, enjoyed her perfume, which my jacket smelled.