Oksana's birthday
I had a friend from school named Ilya. We never really communicated much, except during studies and at gatherings with mutual friends. He had a difficult personality.
Once, at one of these gatherings, Ilya showed up with his new girlfriend — Oksana. She was short, slender, with dark hair down to her shoulders. But three things about her were captivating: her long, slender legs, her cute face, and, of course, her size 3 breasts. She was shy, so she spent half the evening sitting in a corner while the others discussed their interests. Ilyusha didn't pay any attention to her either. I decided to cheer her up somehow, to talk to her. She
turned out to be an interesting person. We had a lot in common.After that gathering, we started talking. It was a real friendship. We shared a lot with each other; she helped me with girls, I helped her with her studies. We went to the gym together. Six months flew by like that. One summer, she invited me to her birthday party. She was celebrating it at Ilyusha's apartment. I had never been to his place before. It was an elite building. Ilyusha was never short on money.
I arrived with friends whom Ilya had invited, as it turned out, so he wouldn't be bored. We took the elevator to the 11th floor. To the right was an exit to a huge shared balcony, and to the left were the apartments. We rang the doorbell. Oksana opened the door for us. She was wearing a white dress, high heels, and, as I later found out, black fishnet stockings. The dress hugged her figure, accentuating everything that needed to be accentuated.
The party was fun. I talked with Oksana, with her friends, whom my friends kept trying to hit on—successfully in some cases, as it later turned out—and met some friends I didn't know. Ilyusha, as usual, paid no attention to Oksana, except for the occasional times when he walked by and pinched her butt or her breasts, or sometimes lifted her dress a little, enough to show that she was wearing stockings, not tights.
A couple of hours later, I went out to Ilyusha's balcony to smoke, where he, already quite drunk, was telling stories about how he fucks Oksana, how she gives him blowjobs, and even shared how she let him give her a golden shower in exchange for letting her celebrate her birthday at his place. I asked who paid for everything, and it turned out Oksana's mom covered it. I felt sick to my stomach and, without finishing my cigarette, left the balcony.
For the next hour, I watched as Ilyusha got drunker and drunker, as Oksana blushed for him, and as he hit on her friends.
Then it was time to open the gifts. I gave her a collector's edition of songs by her favorite band. Friends gave money, and two girlfriends gave her a sexy peignoir that was completely transparent and red. When Oksana took it out of the packaging, Ilyusha immediately yelled at her to put it on right away. Oksana was outraged, and they started arguing. After arguing for about five minutes, Ilyusha unexpectedly slapped her in the face. We intervened. Ilyusha was taken to his room. He started screaming throughout the apartment that she was a slut and a whore and was always cheating on him. Oksana, meanwhile, was crying in the kitchen surrounded by her friends.
About 10 minutes later, Oksana said she wanted to be alone and went out to the shared balcony. Soon, everyone started to leave. Ilyusha was already in a deep sleep—when he fell asleep drunk, no one could wake him. Oksana was on the balcony, so I stayed to help her. I cleared the table and washed the dishes.
After cleaning up, I took a bottle of wine that was left and went out to the balcony to Oksana. She was still crying. I tried to calm her down, to cheer her up. We chatted about everything and nothing, drinking wine. I didn't even notice how we moved closer to each other and kissed, but then immediately pulled away. I apologized for it, but Oksana kissed me again. We started kissing, and I began to feel up all her charms. It turned out she wasn't wearing any underwear. Oksana started stroking my cock through my jeans, crouched down, and began unzipping my fly.
I told her maybe we shouldn't, to which she replied that if Ilyusha says she's a slut and a whore, then she should live up to it, smiled, and immediately took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it with a frenzy, sometimes pulling it out and licking it. She took my cock deeper and deeper until she swallowed it whole. Oh, that feeling when you look down and don't see a single millimeter of your cock because it's completely inside a girl's mouth. Oksana licked my head, sucked my balls.
Suddenly, I felt her little finger on my anus. It was wet from her secretions, as while she was sucking, she was playing with her pussy. Oksana pressed her finger slightly against my ass, took my cock completely into her mouth, and then I felt her finger enter my ass. She started playing with it in my ass and sucking my cock. About 30 seconds of this, and I came in her mouth.
She opened her mouth, showed me the cum, swallowed it, and smiling, said it was my turn now. She started tearing her dress, saying it was a gift from Ilyusha when they first started dating, and threw it down from the balcony onto the street. Oksana stood before me wearing only her large fishnet stockings and high heels. I crouched down, she threw her leg over me, and I started licking her hole. It was so sweet. I immediately started getting hard again. She grabbed my hair, pulled me away from her vagina, and growled: "Fuck me!"
She turned toward the wall, arched her back like a cat, and offered me her hole. I entered her right away and started fucking her faster and faster. After a couple of minutes, she said she had an idea, that she wanted to get revenge on Ilyusha. We went back into the apartment. I put on my jeans, and Oksana walked naked through the hallway. At the elevator, we ran into a neighbor. He just froze at the sight.
Entering the apartment, Oksana asked me to strip completely naked. I was already out of my mind. When I undressed, Oksana dragged me into Ilyusha's room, assuring me he wouldn't wake up.
In the room stood a huge double bed, big enough for four people. Ilyusha was snoring at the very edge. Oksana knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. Then she suggested I fuck her between her tits. It was pure bliss.
I lay on the floor, she stood over me and started lowering her ass onto my cock. What a round ass she had. She had only done it a couple of times before. Oksana's face showed her feelings and emotions. First, pain from the cock in her ass, then it smoothly turned into pleasure. When Oksana glanced at Ilyusha, a smirk appeared on her face, and she started speeding up.
A couple of minutes later, Ilyusha mumbled the word "peignoir" in his sleep. I immediately froze. But Oksana stood up, saying, "If that's what you want," and left the room. A minute later, she returned wearing the peignoir her girlfriends had given her. She pulled me by the cock onto the bed, lay on her side facing Ilyusha, and told me to fuck her ass. I lay next to her, inserted my cock into her ass, and started fucking her quietly so as not to wake Ilyusha. Oksana whispered to him:
"You wanted this, didn't you, darling? For me to fuck in this peignoir? Well, I'm fucking in it. You accuse me of being a slut and a whore and cheating on you? Yes, now I am a slut and a whore."
These words made me even more aroused. I started fucking Oksana in the ass with such frenzy that I tore the fishnet on one of her stockings. Oksana moaned. I realized she was about to cum and covered her mouth with my hand. A couple of seconds later, I also came in her ass. We lay on the bed. I was completely naked. Oksana was in stockings, the high-heeled shoes she'd worn all evening, and the peignoir. And on the other half of the bed, Ilya was snoring. After lying like that for about a minute, all our courage vanished, and we carefully left the room.
I quickly got dressed, while Oksana took off the peignoir and stood before me again in just her stockings and heels. She folded the peignoir into a bag and asked me to take it. I was already dressed and standing at the doorway when I noticed I'd left my phone in the kitchen and asked Oksana to bring it. Oh, what a sight! A girl in nothing but fishnet stockings and high heels turns her back to you as she walks, her ass swaying from side to side. And what was especially arousing was that a thin stream of my cum was running down her leg from her ass.
She handed me my phone and, still undressed, walked me to the elevator. While waiting for the elevator, she kissed me passionately, and I groped her ass. I stuck my finger into my cum. Oksana licked my finger.
The next day, I slept until morning. Oksana sent me a text saying it was all a mistake, apologizing, and saying we shouldn't see each other anymore. A week later, she broke up with Ilyusha, apparently because he enjoyed hitting her. She texted me again, apologizing and suggesting we become friends again.