Nine years ago, I studied at the institute as a second year student, I knew all my classmates well, and even had close contact with some of them, so they lost their luster for me and the sense of uncertainty with which a man rushes to a beautiful stranger. After the summer holidays, I came on the first day of study at the institute to a third classroom, where almost half of the course had already gathered. Greeting everyone, I climbed away to the back rows and silently began to inspect everyone. Our girls tried to dress beautifully and as much as possible to highlight and discover all their virtues, besides, tanned and ripe. Behind it, it was very clearly visible how especially popular beauties of our course were spinning in short skirts, as if showing their slender legs and trimmed athletic ass to everyone, and some with a large bust flaunted in blouses with an open neckline. This desire to show off in front of everyone after the summer is familiar to everyone from an early age, to a greater degree it belongs to the female half of humanity, but even the guys tried to look gorgeous in their first day of study, and then again they wore denim jeans with their favorite T-shirt. I paid special attention to Zhenya, who had not lost weight over the summer, but rather gained some weight. She could be boldly called such pyshechka, but the plump outlines of the figure looked feminine. Looking at her rounded thighs and ass, I caught myself thinking, which surprised me. Among all the slender beauties it was the priest Zheni who made me think about sex. At least it was strange for me, since I was always a lover of slender girls, sometimes even with excessive thinness. My friend Kostya distracted me from floating thoughts, who sat down with me and began to talk about his adventures. Gradually, the audience was filled, and soon our curator came, he brought with him a brunette with long hair and a very unusual figure, which everyone immediately looked at.
“Meet the guys, - this is Ira Sakharov, she transferred to us from another university and will now study with us, so please love and favor,” Yevgeny Sergeevich announced.
“Well, the asshole girl,” Kostya barely heard.
“Quiet,” I snapped.
- What? Just look how big her ass is. The main thing is normal, and the ass is healthy, - Kostik giggled.
“You are an asshole, and this is just a mega-pop,” I joked back.
I did not want to argue with Kostik at that moment, and I myself would sincerely laugh at the newcomer, but for some reason I didn’t laugh at me, on the contrary, I wanted to look at this Ira from behind, because even through a loose skirt her wide skirts were visible thighs Slowly went to school days. Ira, we disliked both girls and guys, it's hard to say why, most likely a combination of factors. Ira was silent, quiet, barely noticeable in the general crowd. Our financials didn’t like her because of the awkward figure, and the “learners” because she was smarter than them. The guys were even worse, they didn’t say anything to her face, but behind her back they called her “cow”, “asshole”, “wedge” and the like. For me, it was also unusual, but not nasty. The snout of Ira was even very pleasant, like nothing special, an ordinary Russian face, but such a neat and kind with big brown eyes and a sincere smile. I only saw the last few times, because in our company she was clearly not comfortable. I furtively watched Ira and watched with animal interest on her ass, but it was not easy. First, Ira behaved modestly and rarely spun in the hallway or on the street, she preferred to sit quietly and modestly in the audience. Secondly, she was obviously shy of her hips, so she always wore such clothes that would hide her natural feature of the figure. Only once in an unpleasant situation for her I could see her tail. Some of our girls gave her a leg, and she dropped her notebooks, which she immediately began to lift, bending over. Her spacious skirt clung to her buttocks, and I saw before me the volume of her butt, which amazed and made her run warm throughout the penis. Ira, having lifted textbooks, looked sensitively at our three giggling classmates and almost burst into tears. I felt sorry for her, and I followed her to calm her down, but when I stopped her, she sent me.
- What are you attached to me? Yes, I'm terrible, but I don’t touch you, why are you kidding me? She cried.
- Ira, I never scoffed, it's them. Spit on them, they are envious bitches, ”I replied.
- Yes, you all say bad things about me, I hate you! She cried.
- Stop, I'm not like them. I like you because that's why I followed you, - I made a sharp attempt.
- Like? Well, you bastard! Have you decided to laugh at me even more? She cried.
- Not! I speak honestly. Wait! - I shouted, but Ira has already turned and ran away from me.
The next day, Ira did not come to classes, and then we learned that she took the documents from the institute and left. Everyone laughed at it, but I was sad.
You tell me a small and insignificant situation, and I would agree, but the fact is that tender feelings for her and especially her ass remained in my memory. I even tried to find a girl with the same ass, but some of them were not like those of Ira - scary or fat. Perhaps that is why, when I walked down the street and saw a gorgeous big ass brunette in front of tight jeans, I immediately remembered Ira. Something in me shuddered, and I hurried to catch up with this girl. And what was my surprise that it was the same Ira.
- Ira, is it really you? - I stopped her question.
She stopped and looked closer.
- Arthur? Hello! She sincerely and joyfully greeted.
- Do you remember my name? - I was surprised.
“Of course, my memory is good,” Ira said with a beautiful smile.
We talked about the past, asked around how are you, and then Ira herself offered to go to a cafe around the corner. There we continued to talk heart to heart. I found for myself that Ira has become completely different in her behavior, self-confident, smiling, and outwardly very gorgeous woman, but at the same time she has not lost a bit of her charm, which was in her then. From conversations, I realized that she is now a business woman, she has her own beauty salon.
- And in personal life how? - I asked, finishing my brandy.
- In personal everything is fine, neither storms nor storms, - Ira laughed.
- This is how to understand, you have a successful marriage? - I asked.
“No, it means that I am free, and no one spoils my life,” she replied.
“It’s amazing that you don’t have a man, I’d definitely not passed by,” I said.
“I haven't found my prince yet, so to speak.” So I equip my nest myself, ”Ira said.
- Where do you live, that is, where is this nest? - I asked jokingly.
- Yes, it's not far in the center. Want to come see? - with a smile asked Ira.
- With pleasure! - I answered joking again.
“Well, then let's go, my car is parked on a nearby street,” she replied.
At first I thought she was joking, but after she started getting ready, I realized that everything was happening seriously. I definitely didn’t expect this, we just met her, and she immediately invites me to visit. I was discouraged, but I did not want to refuse. We got into the car and arrived in 15 minutes, the benefit of traffic jams were not big.
The apartment with Ira was elegant, large and expensively furnished, it is clear that her owner earns a lot and lives securely.
- Arthur, you undress and go to the bar, and while I go, I will change into my home. Yes, and pour yourself something from the bar, - said Ira and went to the far room.
- Well thank you! - I said.
I was even uncomfortable for my appearance, which obviously did not fit into the luxury of the decor, but, trampling on the spot, walked into the living room, which was a large hall with a dining table, sofas and at the same time the kitchen with an oblong bar counter on the other side. This apartment looked like a picture from a western movie about rich people. Next to the bar in the locker, I found a rich selection of expensive drinks. I took a bottle of whiskey, which I did not understand at all, but I knew that this thing was strong and would help me to relax in an unfamiliar environment. After fifteen to twenty minutes, Ira came out to me in a short silk red dress, she walked past me with a light, silent gait and went behind the counter to the refrigerator. From under a short dressing gown, I saw Ira’s legs with rounded thighs tan from sunburn. I glanced from the ankles to the very edge of the dressing gown and sighed in annoyance that I couldn’t rise above and see that chic heel that he was covering.
- Would you even put ice on yourself, - Ira laughed.
“I didn't even think about it,” I replied.
- Ok, I'll do everything now. I'm sorry, I did not cook anything, so there will be just cold snacks, - she apologized.
“It's all right, I'm not hungry,” I said.
“Pour me, too, please, not whiskey, but wine from the extreme bottle left on the second shelf,” Ira asked.
“Good,” I replied.
To myself, I thought: "Thank God that she pointed out the bottle to me, because if she asked me to pour her wine by name, I would be dumbfounded." Ira put on a rack a couple of dishes, one had fruit, another had several types of cheese and something like ham, and also some other pieces of smoked meat.
“Well, let's drink to the meeting,” suggested Ira.
“Yes, of course,” I supported her.
We drank and fell silent. Ira looked at me with a smile and watched as I am perplexedly trying to pretend that I was busy with a snack.
“Forgive me for being so rude to me then,” said Ira.
“For what, forgive, that is ... when did you slander me?” - I was surprised.
- Then, at the institute, when you tried to calm me down. Do you remember? She asked.
“Oh, how old it was back, I already forgot,” I replied.
“I didn't forget,” she grinned.
“I meant that I forgot the offense, but I remember you, of course, and I remember that incident perfectly,” I corrected.
- Remember, you say? - asked Ira.
“Naturally,” I replied.
“Then tell me honestly.” You then said that you liked me, did you joke or did you tell the truth? - smiling, asked Ira.
“Of course, I spoke the truth, but apparently these words were out of place then,” I replied.
“Nice and sad then,” Ira lowered her gaze.
- Why sad? - I asked.
“Because I liked you terribly, and I от так гру Ира, answered Ira.
“I didn’t suspect, I thought you hate me, like everyone,” I said, also with sadness.
“I hated everyone of course, but not you.” “I hated myself even more because I was so, and because I answered the person I was in love with,” she said.
“It's a thing of the past, we have changed a lot, it's time to forget it,” I said.
- Right. You're right, she replied.
“Although I am pleased to recall those times, feelings for you, and it is especially pleasant to be with you right now,” I said.
- Thank! And what do you like me now? - Ira asked jokingly.
- Still would! You are now even more beautiful, now this lady is luxurious, - I replied.
- Thank! - answered Ira and, it seems, even embarrassed by my words.
“Let's drink some more then,” I suggested, to remove the awkward silence.
- Come on, for the sincerity of feelings and their longevity, despite the years! - suggested Ira.
I shrugged, but agreed to drink for it. Draining the glass, Ira set it in front of her and, removing her hand, pushed the bowl so that it remained on the table, but the fruit from it fell on the floor. Ira boomed and, rising from her chair, began to collect scattered. Everything looked like a movie again. When she stooped, her silk robe snatched up and showed me her ass. What I had dreamed of since my student years, from the very day when Ira came to us on the course, was revealed to me. Two huge plump buttocks, separated by bright narrow white panties, shone just a meter and a half from me. Ira was not going to fix the robe, she continued to leisurely gather the grapes rolled on the sides. My eyes froze, I could not tear myself away from the biggest ass that I had seen in my life. I could not even imagine that such a big ass could be so perfectly smooth without a hint of cellulite. I immediately wanted to bury my nose and tongue between these halves. Something clicked in my head, and I decided that I had to act, by all means.
Quickly jumping off the chair, I rounded the counter and walked over to Ira. She rose to her full height and turned to me. Her eyes looked with charm and seemed to ask: "Act!". Moving forward, I hugged her with one hand and, pulling myself up to me, kissed her soft lips. Ira sniffled, and immediately her hands wrapped around my neck and began to stroke my hair. I pressed her to me and felt how her body was burning, how her large breasts rested against my chest and how quickly the light of passion inflamed in her. Ira stroked me on the back and on the head, and I reached down with my hands to the juicy buns, which were soft to the touch, but surprisingly resilient. I tried to squeeze them, but my fingers didn’t get very deeply stuck in the pressure spring. Kissing Irinka was nice, but I wanted to get to the subject of my dreams as soon as possible. Looking up from Ira's lips, I quickly opened her robe and clutched at her hanging bare breasts with light pink large nipples sticking up. Irisha again sniffed now, only deeper and gently moaned every time I bit her rude nipples and squeezed pleasant soft fruits. Big tits to knead and kiss was nice of course, but the thought of the fifth point did not disappear in my head, so I pulled off the robe from Ira and turned her back to me.
I was on my knees and right in front of my nose, as if the wall was these huge tanned buns. As if taking off the ribbon from the gift, I pulled off my panties and, hugging the immense pillows with my hands, became one hundred like crazy to kiss them. Some kisses were not enough, it seemed to me, Ira felt them faintly, so I began to let go of my teeth and nibble at the elastic flesh. It took me a few minutes to cover both halves with kisses, but I was not in a hurry, I enjoyed the process until I stopped and parted these doors to dive, just as I had dreamed between them. The hot air of the heated body greeted me with a light chocolate and spicy aroma. Ira's anal hole was as light as her nipples, and the halo surrounding her was barely noticeable against the background of the rest of the skin. I wanted to admire this bud with small folds in a circle, but I could not resist. Rushing ahead, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the whole hollow, but my range of movements was constantly reduced, until I stopped at the very hole. Circling the tongue around the hole, I gradually began to shove my tongue deep. Sensing my wet movements inside her priests, Ira moaned loudly in her voice. A salty taste with a slight bitterness, which I felt on my tongue, had an aphrodisiac effect on me, and I went even further. Ira's anal easily opened to meet my tongue, I could shove it to its full length and lick the huge and so desirable machine of Irishka from the inside. With a smack, I was buried not only in Ira, but also in sexual pleasure, which enveloped me with a hot flame of sexual arousal.
Soon, Ira interrupted me, pushing my head back and pulling my face out of her ass. She was all burning and, breathing deeply, led me by the hand to the sofa in the opposite side of the living room. Leaving me close, Ira sat on the sofa and raised her legs, threw them open with the words: "Come to me." This phrase sounded soft and so sweet that in a few seconds I threw off all my clothes and rushed to Ira, climbing on her with kisses. My sticking out member didn’t need navigation, he easily found a wet pink flower with small lips between puffy thighs and dived into the current juice of the vagina. Spacious warm bowels let in a cheerful guest, and I moved in an unhurried rhythm. Ira hugged me and pulled me to the rhythm of my movements, so that the member would go further inland, but there was no place for me to roam. Despite Ira's wide hips, her pussy was not at all deep, my body was located a little more than half, and then came across an obstacle in the face of the posterior wall. My passion grew, and I moved more confidently and persistently thrusting my gun all the way. From deep pushes Ira screamed and apparently not always from pleasure, because she began to hold my thighs with her hands in order to prevent such jerks. Nevertheless, I continued to try and puff, and it seemed like our pleasure grew, Ira's voice sounded louder, but at some point everything seemed to freeze in one place. The fact that Ira froze in one position was still nothing, but when her moans clearly began to decline, I even began to get lost. I felt like a completely incompetent lover, and from a sense of frustration, my stake began to fade and lose shape.
“Oh my God, what’s the matter with me, I fuck the girl I dreamed of for so long, and my riser disappears. Fuck you! What to do! ”- I thought. My thoughts were probably written on my face, as Ira stopped my attempts and, pressing me to her magnificent chest, kissed me gently. “Go behind me,” she whispered in my ear. I got to my feet and first looked at my half-dead end. Meanwhile, Ira turned over and, getting up on all fours, bulged out and gave me her big ass. Looking at the ass Irishi, I completely forgot about everything when I saw the open buns with a fragrant anus. Anal bud very seductively opened and shrank, he pulled me to him, and I moved forward. Only a few times I stroked the juicy halves, as I felt that I had stuck my head to the hot hole. Thanks to some magical power, my trunk acquired even more power than at the very beginning and was already eager to fight. I just had to move forward a bit so that the head would sink into the hot pink flower of the ass. Like clockwork, even without any lubrication, my penis, still wet from pussy, plunged into anal Irishki. It was so hot and so nice that I yelled loudly from the first movement. Ira also picked up my satisfied exclamation. She exhaled and pulled my body into herself. In surprise, I squeezed her skin, and she squealed. Unlike the holes, anal Ira calmly was able to let my cock into herself, she exhaled once more, and under my light pressure I buried my pubis in her ass. I was completely inside the hottest well of my dreams, I was inside the most desirable ass from my student years - these thoughts only strengthened and inflated my bolt. I only thought for a few seconds, and then I moved. From every movement, goosebumps ran down my back, Irishi's butt so gently, but at the same time held me tightly inside that I lost my head. My body was guided by instinct and the sound of happy cheers of Ira. She sounded at first as loud as at the beginning of our sex, but constantly and very rapidly the volume increased. After the first sensations, I made love with Ira, but after a few minutes I started to kick her ass hard and deep. From a meek girl, Ira turned into a contented slut who not only screamed, but also asked to fuck her deeper. I grabbed long black hair in a bun, pulled Ira on my dick. It was rude that was unallowable for me, but now everything was by the way, because I was fucking a huge ass in anal.
Our sex turned into a race, we galloped toward orgasm, I lashed my filly the whole inch, and she squealed in response and started yelling with a hoarse throat. I supported her wheezing with joy, as my whole body began to feel the approaching convulsions and explosion, but Ira passed me in this race for a minute. She growled in a voice unfamiliar to me, deep and protracted. Her butt shrank, and her body leaned forward, pulling me along. My hard swollen cock squeezed hard, so much so that I could not get out and followed the ending Irisha. Felling on her, I myself groaned quite, because the whole body felt waves of orgasm and cramps of her muscles, transmitted to me through the walls of her hot hole. I do not know how many seconds it lasted, but I felt that a little more, and I myself will go to Ira, since the sperm has already gone through the organ. Almost at the last moment, Irishka wriggled out from under me and slid down on the sofa, I did not have time to understand anything, because I was ready to blow the jets. Only when Ira grabbed my head with her lips and sucked inward, I for a moment felt the warmth of her mouth and immediately released my head straight into her throat. Each powerful shot of thick juice from my end Ira met with a smack and a deeper mouthful. Without embarrassment, she sucked in and absorbed my white cream to herself, not a gram without disdaining the organ that had just been in her ass.
With a loud exhalation and an exclamation of "Aaahh, Uuuhh!" I collapsed next to the sofa and, looking at the ceiling, was breathing. Ira meanwhile rose and went to the bar. Throwing on her robe, after a couple of minutes she brought two glasses with a cocktail and ice.
After that night, I understood why I could not forget Ira and her tail. This anal sex for me was a discovery - I had never been so blithe with other women. Apparently, even at a subconscious level, I realized that the owner of such magnificent hips would be the best mistress with a very hot anal sex, and now I actually became convinced of this. For some time now, Ira and I have been meeting, and it seems to me that these meetings will soon develop into something more ...