Group sex at the cemetery
The Semyonovs drank themselves to the point where they one day woke up on the street: without a home, without belongings, without money... Some tough guys simply drove the father and his adult daughter out to the fortieth kilometer outside the city and dumped them in a field.
Mikhail woke up first, understanding nothing, and looked around: there was bare, lifeless steppe all around, only in the distance, about half a kilometer from them, a sparse line of trees was black, beyond which a highway could be seen. The father glanced at his daughter Vika, lying drunk at his feet with her short skirt hitched up, and instantly became aroused... Her round, tempting, little butt was completely exposed to his eyes. The thin string of her thong,
buried in her plump cheeks, only emphasized her nakedness.A hangover-induced, foul sperm rushed noisily and hotly into his head, muddled after a week-long drinking binge. And Mikhail went for it... Carefully freed his daughter's thighs from the unnecessary material, admired the girl from behind, carefully turned her onto her back. There wasn't a single hair on Vika's pubic area – she regularly shaved them. Mikhail had even once caught his daughter doing this. They lived without a mother in a one-room communal apartment and had long stopped being shy around each other. But the thought of fucking Vika came to him for the first time.
His cock was already standing at attention and straining to get out of his pants. Mikhail quickly undressed, freeing his huge weapon from his family's, long-unwashed underwear. Vika, having started drinking with him, had stopped doing laundry. And they had been drinking regularly lately, almost every month.
Mikhail wasn't afraid that his daughter would wake up and see him like this – with nothing on.
She had seen him in a state of undress before, and once even slept in the same bed with him and brought him to orgasm with her hand. Mikhail even now first gave his cock a good jerk-off, because after a drinking session he always took a long time to cum. Sometimes – he couldn't cum at all and would unsuccessfully pump his cock in a woman's vagina for hours. But that was long ago, when his wife was still alive, who had died of cancer three years ago. After her death, the Semyonovs started drinking.
Vika unexpectedly opened her eyes and stared at her father jerking his cock. She also didn't understand anything: where was she and how did she get here? But the sight of Mikhail satisfying himself alone instantly aroused her. Realizing that her father was masturbating looking at her, half-naked, exposed to his eyes, the girl threw off her light blouse and small, size one, bra. Without asking any questions now, she crouched down and approached Mikhail. He understood everything and quickly shoved the shaft of his cock into her small, thin hand. Vika grabbed the cock and immediately inserted the swollen, purple head into her mouth. The father groaned with pleasure and began to pump his cock back and forth, fucking his daughter's mouth. But this only further inflamed him, without bringing final satisfaction. There was no friction and his erection wasn't getting release.
– Daughter, you suck well, but I won't cum soon like this, – Mikhail finally pleaded.
– How then, dad? – Vika asked, pulling away from her task for a minute.
– Lie on your back, I'll put it in there...
The girl immediately complied with his request, and within a few minutes, Mikhail felt the inexorable approach of orgasm. He began to suck on his daughter's thin, hot, and nimble little tongue, shoving his own tongue deep into her mouth, where he had just plunged his cock. Vika moaned from his actions and writhed her whole body. Spasms shook him from time to time, giving Mikhail additional pleasure. He finally spurted a hot, powerful stream into his daughter's womb and, locked in a dead grip with the body of his own dear person, rolled back and forth for a few seconds on the withered field grass. Soon they relaxed and unclenched their embrace...
They only made it to the city by lunchtime the next day. It was Easter, and they hadn't had a crumb in their mouths for two days, so they headed to the main city church. There, Mikhail left Vika on the porch to beg, while he himself started walking along the fence. Unexpectedly, a sturdy, cleanly dressed man with a beard approached him and said in a commanding tone:
– Hey you, drifter, take your little slut and get out of here to another place! Don't you know this is my territory?
– First I'm hearing of it, – Mikhail looked at him in bewilderment.
A support group of three broad-shouldered, tough-looking guys approached the bearded man. Mikhail realized it was useless to argue and wisely retreated. Fortunately, Vika had managed to collect enough for a bottle.
At the exit from the church fence, they were caught up by a young, sloppily dressed guy, unkempt and unshaven, just like Mikhail himself – clearly a homeless man.
– People, where are you headed? – he asked the Semyonovs.
– Well, wherever our eyes look, that's where we're headed, – Mikhail smiled without joy. – Got chased out from here, you see, by the local racket...
– Got any cash? – the persistent vagrant didn't let up.
– Managed to scrape together a little. Before they chased us off, – Mikhail admitted honestly.
– Enough for a bottle of cheap booze?
– Should be enough, – Mikhail shrugged. – And why are you asking? You're not a cop, are you?
– Sergei! – the new acquaintance extended a dirty, chapped hand to him. Then he shoved it at Vika too. – I suggest we get some booze, some snacks, and celebrate God's holiday in my cave.
– Where's that, in the Caucasus? – Mikhail smirked.
– Come on, I'll show you. It's not far from here, – Sergei said seriously, not accepting his playful tone.
Soon they arrived at a cemetery where no one had been buried for a long time.
– I think you won't find a better place than my cave in the whole city, – the homeless Sergei reasoned aloud about their further actions. – I knew it – I didn't fill it in, thought: maybe it'll come in handy for something else. And now it has.
– A cave is, of course, good, – Mikhail remarked ingratiatingly. – But what are we going to eat today? Honestly, my pockets are as empty as a Latvian's – just dick and soul. And you, Seryoga?
– I have a bit of dough, – answered the young homeless man. – But don't worry about that, bro. Are we not going to find something to eat? I, at least, always find something, I'm used to it. How many years I've been wandering... As they say: sleight of hand and no fraud!..
Soon they were in Sergei's "home" – in the cave at the abandoned city cemetery. They blocked the entrance behind them with thick branches, just as it was before they arrived, through whose chaotic tangle broken sunbeams barely filtered. They drank the vodka they had bought on the way to the cemetery at a stall. They ate whatever God provided. Tired from the day's strain, from the journey through the night steppe, from the vodka drunk, Mikhail immediately fell asleep like a bear in a den.
He even started snoring loudly, rumbling, which caused involuntary concern in Sergei: lest someone outside accidentally hear these strange sounds coming from underground, from a grave. Vika relaxed and stretched out opposite her father, pressing her thin back against the opposite wall of the cave. The darkness was pitch black, and Sergei couldn't make out anything, but he, like an animal, sensed the presence of a female girl in the space by smell and instinctively reached for her as soon as Mikhail fell asleep.
In the dark, he groped for the girl lying on the ground, lay down next to her, pressing against her fragile, still childishly angular, unformed little body. He began to feel her up, pawing her, inwardly amazed at her thinness and at the same time aroused by it. Although Vika was already nineteen and quite tall, – she looked no more than sixteen... She didn't resist the rapist, or maybe he had already managed to appeal to her?
Be that as it may, she allowed herself to be undressed, in the end, helping him, she herself took off the fashionable panties her father had given her for her birthday. Habitually lay on her back, spreading her thin legs wide. Sergei began rubbing her tiny round vagina with his fingers, trying to awaken her clitoris. The girl trembled with a fine tremor, moaned muffledly. As he continued his actions, she began to arch like a bow, quickly shuffling her feet on the earthen floor of the cave. Having brought her to ecstasy with his fingers, the homeless man quickly took off his pants, exposing his heated cock, sticking out like a long, curved pole. Groping for her face in the dark, he ran his fingers, wet from her own love juices, over Vika's lips, shoved two fingers into her mouth.
She began to quickly, with rapture, suck his fingers, enveloping them in her mouth with her hot little tongue, working like a thin snake's sting. Sergei even let out a cry of pleasure and only now, with effort, to the full depth of his erect cock, entered her, – as if plunging a sharp Caucasian dagger into the girl, piercing her almost through, to the spine. Vika cried out and thrashed beneath him like a little animal caught in a trap. She screamed, feverishly sucking, slobbering on his fingers, as if they weren't fingers but a penis. The young homeless man began pumping his huge, rearing weapon in her tight little vagina.
Growling with pleasure, sharply striking along invisible nerve channels from the groin area to his head. A sweet languor suddenly enveloped his whole body and he, no longer reacting to anything in the world, floated somewhere into another, otherworldly realm. It seemed to Sergei that he was dying or being born anew...
A primitive, inarticulate cry tore from his throat, and Vika, herself writhing and screaming in an unnatural voice, clamped his mouth with greedy, shameless kisses so that, God forbid, her father, who since yesterday had also become her husband, wouldn't hear. But Mikhail, suspecting nothing, continued to snore heroically a few steps away from the copulating couple.
Vika gave herself to the homeless Sergei, while imagining that her father was seeing all this and jerking off to her. From this image, the girl who had drunk vodka felt even more pleasure. And now she imagined that behind the homeless Sergei, her father Mikhail had positioned himself. He was fucking her partner in the ass, like a girl. And he was passionately writhing, skillfully thrusting his white, pimply ass at her father and moaning like a woman. And then daddy puts on her thong, and the homeless Seryoga fucks him in the ass.
Vika came up with combination after combination, cumming from her fantasies again and again, until the homeless Seryoga ran out of steam and fell asleep right on top of her. The girl disgustedly pushed away his heavy body that had collapsed on her and crawled, as she was, naked, with a pussy wet from Seryoga's sperm and heated up, to her sleeping father. Unzipped his fly and buried her face in his crotch...
2007 – 2012.