Marina's Story

Marina got married "late" — at 23. Many of her friends had already managed to have children. But she didn't lag far behind them and gave her husband two — a daughter and a son.

Family life went on as usual, with no great successes or great failures. But everything changed when she was already 35. Her husband suffered a serious illness and as a result lost all ability to be a man in the full sense of the word. He understood that Marina needed sex, but. At first, he satisfied her with his tongue, his hands. His wife thanked him for the pleasure he gave, but it wasn't enough for her. She had no thoughts of finding a man on the side, because she loved her husband.

He went on disability and she alone supported the whole family. Although her job wasn't too lucrative — a salary and small bonuses sometimes.

Six months after her husband's illness, she was returning from work and accidentally met her classmate, whom she hadn't seen since finishing school. Exchanging routine phrases, Marina suddenly remembered that she even liked him in school. Andrey, that was his name, invited her to a nearby cafe for coffee and a chat — after all, they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

The conversation in the cafe dragged on, after coffee they drank a little cognac, and Marina got tipsy, as she drank alcohol extremely rarely. Suddenly, she had a wild desire for sex with Andrey. "It's from the alcohol," flashed through her head.

She didn't want to go home. What awaited her there, and here was an interesting and attractive interlocutor.

They chatted about this and that. Around 9 p.m., Andrey suddenly remembered that it was his friend's birthday, and he had promised to come and congratulate him.

— Marisha, come with me. We'll drop in, congratulate him, and I'll take you home by taxi. Please.

Marina reluctantly agreed, although in her heart she was very happy about this invitation.

What happened next, Marina remembered vaguely. Someone was hugging her, stroking her breasts and legs, kissing her on the lips. She didn't resist much, as she perceived it, due to the drinking, as a joke. She also "fooled around," sometimes passionately returning the kiss, sometimes giggling when they touched her breasts (and you couldn't call her breasts small — size 4), and she herself pinched the pestering guys on different parts of their bodies, including intimate ones.

Somehow it happened by itself that she was laid on the sofa and her skirt was pulled up. She began to understand that these three men were going to fuck her. She tried to explain to them that she didn't agree to this, but the traitor covered her mouth with a firm kiss. And meanwhile, her tights along with her panties were pulled off. Marina was horrified — she was being raped. She saw that Andrey was fast asleep in the armchair and couldn't help her in any way. Her legs were sharply spread apart and she understood that they would enter her now and it would hurt, because she herself wasn't aroused and everything was dry down there. But instead, someone's tongue descended on her clitoris. It was both painful and pleasant.

Her breasts were already dangling — her sweater was unbuttoned, where her bra was, she didn't understand. Someone was kissing her nipples. Fear was gradually replaced by arousal. But suddenly someone rang the doorbell. Igor, the apartment owner, tore himself away from her lips and went to open the door. And immediately some people in uniform with machine guns flew into the apartment. With sharp and skillful movements, they put those two who were with Marina on the floor. They told her to get dressed. Not understanding anything, she found her tights (she never found her panties). She buttoned her sweater and they were all taken outside. Only then did it dawn on her that these were cops. There, they put everyone in a "UAZ" and drove off. The guys were in shock and said nothing. Igor, who apparently got hit on the head with a machine gun when he opened the door, was like a zombie altogether. Five minutes later they were brought to the police station. The guys were put in cells, and Marina was told to stand by the duty desk window.

She stood and tried to comprehend what had happened. Where did they come from, why were they all brought here. The duty officer was asking her something, she was answering something. Marina understood practically nothing, but still it dawned on her that she was the victim, that they had tried to rape her.

Soon another cop came, dressed in civilian clothes, and led her to the second floor. He introduced himself — Alexander Vasilyevich. She sat down opposite his desk and he began to question her about what had happened. From the conversation with him, Marina understood that when she was laid on the sofa, she screamed and the neighbors called the police. And now these guys would be charged with rape. The investigator began filling out the report. Marina suddenly realized that this wasn't a dream. And she told this young man that she wouldn't file any complaint.

— Why, — asked the investigator, — after all, they raped you!

— Well, I gave them the reason myself. They're not to blame that I behaved like that, — Marina said with difficulty.

Alexander Vasilyevich thought for a moment and after a few minutes began to persuade her that she had nothing to fear, that the rapists would get what they deserved.

And Marina was already here, in the office of this young investigator. What she had experienced there, in that ill-fated apartment, returned to her again. What did she care about those jerks who wanted to have her, she WANTED it.

The guy took a cigarette, but couldn't find a lighter. Not listening to what this cop was saying to her, she quietly uttered.

— Take me.

The cop didn't understand at first, it seemed to him at first that she said: "take my (lighter)". But a moment later he understood and stared at Marina. And she sat before him and looked at him pleadingly. He understood everything.

Alexander Vasilyevich, although due to his youth Marina decided to call him by his first name, approached the door and locked it from the inside. Then he hesitantly approached her. She was sitting on a chair, legs tucked under her. Sasha stopped in front of her and didn't know what to do next.

Marina took the initiative and quickly unbuckled his belt, the button on his jeans, and pulled his pants down. His underwear came off along with the jeans. Her gaze was met by an impressively sized cock. There was no erection whatsoever. Sasha silently watched Marina. And she took this tool and quickly took it into her mouth. She knew how to give a blowjob. How many times had she tried to raise her husband's cock like that. The cop took a deep breath from such an "attack." And Marina sucked with longing. His cock quickly enlarged and filled Marina's mouth. Her lower abdomen ached. She was ready for anything now.

Removing his cock from her mouth, she stood up. Quickly took off her skirt, tights, and panties and sat on the desk. Sasha stood with his jeans down and his erect cock and looked at her questioningly. Thinking that her open pussy wasn't enough for him, Marina unbuttoned her sweater and freed her breasts from under her bra, which, swaying, fell onto the top of her stomach.

Sasha thought for a moment. He approached her, lifted her legs, and aimed his cock.

— Not there, please! — Marina shouted.

Sasha understood that in the semi-darkness he almost entered her ass. Marina herself grabbed his cock and directed it into her pussy, aching with desire.

It was the height of bliss. How long had it been since she experienced this. How many times she came — it's unknown. She heard.

— Where to cum?

— Wherever you want.

— In the mouth?

Marina pushed Sasha away and crouched down. The cock immediately invaded her mouth and a second later her mouth was filled with sperm. "I can't just spit it out," flashed through her head, and she swallowed it all.

She was still squatting, and Sasha had already sat down in his chair and was blissed out. Marina wiped the remnants of sperm from her lips and began to get dressed.

— Thank you, — she said quietly.

— Thank *you*, — whispered the young man.

Marina got dressed, sat on a chair, and lit a cigarette.

It wasn't enough for her, but he, it seemed, wouldn't come to his senses soon. "Calm down," Marina ordered herself. They sat for another half hour, smoked. Sasha treated her to tea.

It was already getting light outside, trams were running.

— You probably need to go. And we'll let those "gavriks" go soon, no need for them to sit here.

Marina was in shock — she had behaved like a whore and she was being kicked out. She stood up and went to the exit.

— Marina, can I call you, — Sasha said after her.

"What for," she thought, but nodded to him — yes.

She got home quickly. Her husband was asleep, but as soon as she entered the apartment, he woke up and made a scene. She didn't have the strength to answer him. Brushing him off, Marina went into the bathroom.

Undressing, she stepped under the shower. The water brought her to her senses. But her lower abdomen ached. She lowered her hand down.

Three days passed, but there was no call from Alexander Vasilyevich. At least Andrey could have called, but she hadn't given him her phone number. If the mountain won't come to Mohammed.

Marina decided to go to Sasha herself. She chose a time closer to evening, then there was a better chance he wouldn't be busy.

Approaching the door to his office, she caught the characteristic smell of a drinking session. The corridor reeked of vegetables, canned fish, and tobacco smoke. Knocking on the door, Marina entered the office. Sasha and another young man were sitting there. There were leftovers of a feast on the table. Seeing Marina, Sasha stared at her in amazement.

— Hi. I was passing by, thought I'd drop in.

— Hi. Didn't expect you. Kolyan, leave us, I'll be busy.

The other guy, without objection, took his jacket and left the office.

Marina, without an invitation, sat on a chair.

— Did something happen, Marina? — Sasha was concerned, he didn't expect to see her at that moment.

— I was waiting for a call and didn't get one! — Marina laughed.

— Somehow didn't have time to call, sorry. — Sasha hesitated. — Good that you came.

— At the right time? — Marina asked, looking intently into his eyes.

— I don't understand, — Sasha said, lowering his eyes.

— How unclear you are. What, don't you want a woman now? — Marina, smiling, looked at him.

The answer to this question was his smirk. As the first time, he went to the door, locked it, and approached Marina. This time he unbuttoned his pants himself and took out his tool. And Marina this time sat motionless.

— Well, come on! — Sasha was drunk and there were commanding notes in his voice.

Marina was silent. She wanted him, but she wanted something else too, herself not knowing what. Sasha brought his already erect cock closer to her lips. Marina felt the already familiar taste of his cock. Slowly opening her mouth, she let him in and immediately began to caress him with her tongue. She gave him a blowjob like never before. She tried to take him as deep as possible. Sasha caught her desires, moved his hips, and began to fuck her in the mouth. Marina had never experienced anything like this. She felt like the lowest whore, being fucked in the mouth. She wasn't doing anything anymore, just sitting with her mouth open, where Alexander's cock moved like a piston. But she wasn't interested in just sitting, doing nothing, and she first began to caress his balls, and then touched his anus. Sasha moaned and Marina understood that he liked it. She began to stroke his hips and constantly touched his anus. This didn't last very long. A powerful stream of sperm hit her throat. Marina had had to drink sperm before, so she calmly swallowed it.

She thought that Sasha, like the first time, would sit down in the chair to rest. But he, standing for a bit with his eyes closed, took off his pants and underwear and sat on the desk.

— Come here, — there was impatience in his voice.

Marina approached.

— Lick me.

Sasha lifted his legs and exposed his anus. Marina didn't understand at first what to lick. But an inner voice told her.

She spread his buttocks and touched his anus with her tongue. Sasha groaned. "He likes this!" — thought Marina and began to lick there. Sasha definitely liked it. She noticed that he began to jerk his already fallen cock. This aroused Marina even more and she began to lick him with some ferocity. But very soon she got tired, and Sasha felt it. He began to lower his legs and Marina moved away. She was squatting and looking at him. "I'll do whatever he says!" — this was hanging in her head.

— Marisha, you are a very sexy woman. And I am a sexual man, but I haven't tried much, I just want to. Can you help me realize my fantasies?

Marina didn't answer. She wanted full-fledged sex, and here were some fantasies. Sasha repeated the question.

— And what do you want?

— I want to fuck you with two guys.

— But I've never tried that.

— But don't you want that?

For about two minutes Marina processed what she had heard. Then she quietly nodded her head — yes.

— Tomorrow I'll pick you up in the evening? Okay?

— Yes.

The next day, when Marina left work, Alexander met her. Marina was in a tracksuit — she told her husband she was going cross-country skiing. He invited her into the car. Another guy was sitting in the driver's seat. Sasha introduced them. The driver's name was Andrey. Marina sat in the back, Sasha next to her. They drove off. Sasha hugged Marina and stroked her breasts through her jacket the whole way. They arrived at some house.

— Well, we're here, — said Andrey, and they got out of the car.

They went up to the third floor. Sasha rang the doorbell of the apartment on that floor. A few seconds later, a man, about Marina's age, opened the door. "Three," — she thought and entered the apartment. They helped her take off her coat and invited her into the room. She understood that they had already appraised her, first Andrey, then the apartment owner (his name was Yura), and they were already set to have a wild time with her today. "Well, what the hell! I wanted this myself," — thought Marina and asked Yura where the bathroom was. He silently pointed with his hand.

Marina entered the bathroom. Undressed. Appraisingly looked at herself in the mirror. "I'm still not bad!" — she rejoiced and began to take a shower.

Her body was indeed not bad. Not a model, of course, but for her age, a quite decent figure. Only her breasts hung like a spaniel's ears.

After washing, she went out to the living room. The men were sitting in armchairs and on the sofa drinking beer.

— Marina, come to us, — said Yura, not at all embarrassed that Marina was completely naked.

Marina sat on the sofa and took a sip of beer from Yura's glass.

— Boys, just keep