How I Got Married a Second Time
March 8, 19…, I met her at the bus stop as usual, not far from the school. On the way, we stopped at a store and Sveta bought some liqueur and a cake.
"I want to celebrate the holiday," she said in response to my questioning look.
We took a taxi and went to my place. Sveta set the table, we drank the liqueur, and had some cake. And then it all happened again, we ended up on the couch, both naked. I kissed her full lips, enjoying her clean breath and the moisture of her mouth, kissed her neck, breasts, her delicate skin, her hairy, fragrant armpits. At some point, we both started sweating, and the sweetish, cloying scent of a girl's sweat aroused and excited me even more; my cock stood like
a post, tight and hard. I slid over her body, covering it with countless kisses, enjoying the scent and the unique taste of her slightly damp girlish body. And then, I myself didn't quite understand how, only moving my hips forward, I felt my member sliding along the sweat-damp inner surface of her thighs towards Svetlana's crotch, and suddenly, at some moment, the head of my cock pressed between the folds of her vagina and began to sink into the wet, hot interior of her body. It went in easily and completely right away. I felt my heated, hard shaft sliding in that wet, wonderful little cave, powerfully parting the yielding walls of her tender womb. She shuddered, tried to squeeze her thighs together, but my member was already fully inside, and my pubis was pressed tightly against her hairy pubis."Oh," she squeaked.
"It hurts!"
But my cock had slid so freely into her wet, slippery vagina that I doubted whether it really hurt her. By all accounts, it seemed
someone had already fucked her before me and broken her hymen. Annoying, frustrating, as they say, but today I'm having Sveta too. I froze for a moment, enjoying the moment of possessing her body, her inner moisture, and the slippery, elastic walls of Svetlana's pussy, which gently embraced my cock. Grabbing her shoulders, I began to push my cock in and out between her legs, into the hot, wet interior. The wet vaginal walls yielded, parting to accept my shaft. It was truly pleasant, as I had long dreamed of sticking my cock into her, and finally, that day, or rather night, had come. I fucked her, sometimes sharply, sometimes slowly, feeling how her working pussy yielded and became even wetter, how it began to make loud squelching sounds when my member went in all the way. And these intimate sounds, the sweetish-cloying smell of sweat and something else pungent only intensified my pleasure. Finally, a sweet spasm shot through my hips, and I shot a tight stream of sperm between her legs. I lay on her a little longer, waiting for the last drops of sperm to spurt out, then got up and went to the bathroom. On the shaft of my now-limp cock, I saw a little blood. It's unlikely she was really a virgin; she probably just timed it with her period, allowing my cock to her hairy crotch, faking virginity. I wasn't too bothered by the fact of whether she had been a girl before me or had already tried someone else's cock. Today I wanted her and got my way. I washed my little friend and returned to the bedroom. Sveta, with a sheet in her hands, slipped into the bathroom; the sound of water running from the tap was heard. I was already lying on the couch when Sveta returned. She lay down next to me and hugged me.
"What will we tell our parents?"
"What do they have to do with it?" I asked, surprised.
"Well, how can you say that? Now I'm not a girl."
"Who cares about someone else's opinion? The main thing is you're with me and that's all." (Especially since it's unlikely you were a girl before me, and I kind of even know who fucked you, and probably more than once. The thing is, I once saw a photo of a guy when she dropped it from her bag. Sveta immediately hastily explained that it was her ex-boyfriend, that she hadn't done anything with him, and anyway, he was in the army. Yeah, right!)
I lay on top of her and kissed her lips, neck, inhaled the sweetish scent of her sweat from her armpits, and my cock rose like a phoenix from the ashes, unexpectedly and powerfully.
"You want it again?"
"Did you really think you'd get away with just once?"
"Well, no way! We'll fuck until we're tired!" Covering her firm breasts, soft warm belly with kisses, I went lower to the convex, hairy triangle of her pubis. Sveta had managed to wash her crotch, and her vagina smelled of seaweed and something else, elusively pleasant. A thick growth of black hair covered her pubis; the dark burgundy folds of her pussy glistened wetly at the edges. Spreading her legs with my knees, I lay on top of her and directed the head of my cock into the desired hole of her crotch. Sveta, it seems, had tried to wash and dry her pussy as thoroughly as possible, understanding that I wouldn't be satisfied with just once and would fuck her who knows how many more times. The main thing for her was to seem like a virgin to me. And since the first time my cock went between her legs without any trouble, the second time it wouldn't be as comfortable for me to enter her. Which immediately became clear and tangible. My cock barely fit into her hole. Sveta, in turn, began to thrash her legs convulsively and wailed.
"Ow… it hurts… easier to slit your own throat than to endure this. Aha, fuck!" I believed her right away! I just squeezed her shoulders tighter and increased the pressure of my hips. No matter how much Sveta bullshitted, her vagina was already fucked and repeatedly; my cock dove in there calmly and slid well in the hole between Sveta's legs, abundantly lubricated with internal juices. So I had her a second time to the squelching accompaniment of her crotch. She studied in another city, 100 km from mine. She came on weekends, and we fucked for two days, although the monotony of the position was already boring, but others didn't work out; Sveta was against it. Maybe with someone else she frolicked as she wanted, but with me, she tried to behave modestly. Be that as it may, I liked her, and we eventually got married. We had the wedding at our place, then went to her parents in the village. And on the first night, when the guests had already left and we returned from a walk around the village, where I had secretly knocked back a glass of vodka with the local guys, my cock, as always, was ready. So, despite the fact that my friend, the wedding witness, was lying in the bed opposite, as the lawful husband, I climbed onto Sveta and stuffed my cock into her pussy. Maybe the wedding atmosphere got to me, or the fact that Sveta's parents were in the next room and my friend was nearby, but whatever it was, I just couldn't come. I fuck and fuck, her pussy is already squelching loudly and the bed is creaking, but mine just stands and stands. I feel Sveta is already impatiently moving her legs, apparently tired of my weight. I barely, barely came. She had one more year of study left, and we agreed that she would transfer to our pedagogical institute. She said she was pregnant, although her belly wasn't noticeable yet. Then the holidays came, and Sveta expressed a desire to go to her parents for the holidays. For a long time, there were no letters from her, but finally one came with a request to send money for an abortion. I, of course, refused, to which she replied
— Ha, ha, ha! I already had the abortion. To which I told her, you can not come back at all and stay with your parents. In the fall, just before the start of classes at the institute, Sveta showed up at my work, took the keys to the apartment from me, came back after a while, returned the keys, and said she had taken her things. I took time off from work to see her off, tried to find out the reason for her leaving. She just answered that we were different, didn't suit each other, in short, divorce and all that. I roughly understood the motives for her spontaneous act. As I mentioned earlier, she had a boyfriend before me; maybe he was the first to fuck her, and then he came back from the army, and she came to her parents for the holidays. Obviously, the old love flared up; apparently, he promised her something; in short, the fucking resumed. Sveta quickly got rid of the future child, if she was actually pregnant and not bullshitting me. Well, while my wife was tumbling around who knows where, I got together with Natasha, the secretary of our deputy director. A young girl, fucks excellently. In short, we started living together.
A year passed, I had already forgotten about my wife, damn, too lazy to go get a divorce officially. And then, towards evening, a ring at the door. I open it, and there's Sveta in person, standing there grinning.
"Hi! Can I come in?"
"Come in," I stepped aside, letting Sveta into the hallway. Naturally, when she entered, she immediately saw Natasha in the bedroom. Making a surprised face, she asked:
"Who's that?"
"My new wife!)))"
Sveta snorted meaningfully, went into the living room, greeted my mother, who was just about to go visit somewhere with my stepfather. They talked about something, but I wasn't interested. And Natasha was also excited by Sveta's appearance. Who is she, what does she want? Well, I explained to her that this is my still-legal wife, since I'm not officially divorced from her yet, but it's all a complete fiction.
"She's been gone for a year, and I live with you and fuck you. So calm down." Natasha smiled, and after a kiss, she completely calmed down. My parents left, and then Sveta asks me to walk her to the bus stop. I told Natasha I'd be back soon and went outside. While walking to the stop, I kept trying to find out from Sveta the reason for her leaving, hoping she would honestly tell everything. But she spouted some nonsense, saying she herself didn't understand how it happened, started offering to start over. And I kept looking at her gorgeous ass and thinking, what a bitch you are, Sveta the seven-colored flower. Her studies at the institute were coming to an end, and things didn't work out with the fucker. So she decided to come back to me; the main thing is the city registration and the chance to stay in a good apartment. There's no love, but there's a pussy that can be dangled in front of the former but still legal husband. He believed once that he got a virgin; he can be fooled again, especially since he's looking interestedly at her ass and, by the looks of it, his cock is getting hard for her. Damn! And really, I wouldn't mind fucking Sveta. After all, variety. In short, I saw her to the stop and returned home. Natasha was happy; we had dinner, I drank a shot. Then I put Natasha on all fours in the kitchen, lifted the hem of her robe, pulled down her panties, and inserted my aroused cock into her pussy, which readily accepted me.
And then the doorbell rang. Damn! I hid my cock in my pants and went to open it. Holy shit! Sveta showed up again. Explained that the last bus had left and she had nowhere to spend the night, so she wanted to spend the night at my place. Damn! I'm a gentleman; I won't throw a lady out into the street at night, especially since she's still my legal wife. I had to explain it to Natasha that way, otherwise she'd start getting nervous again. I made a bed for Sveta on the couch in the living room and returned to Natasha. Sveta went to take a bath before bed. And now I had a problem: how to fuck Sveta without Natasha interfering. I had to feed Natasha a load of bullshit, but I still talked her into it, saying I needed to have a serious talk with Sveta about the divorce, since I'm thinking of marrying Natasha. That was exactly Natasha's dream, that I would finally propose to her, not just use her for fucking. I quickly rushed to the living room to Sveta. I walk in and immediately dive under the blanket with her. She's only wearing panties made of some dense material. I hug her, kiss her on the lips, place my palm on her crotch. On her pubis, there seems to be a plug; I can feel a wad of fabric.
"Do you have your period?" I ask her.
"No, just a sanitary pad." She sits up a bit, takes off her panties, crumples them together with the pad, and puts them somewhere near her feet. I run my hand over her hairy vagina, feel moisture and the familiar sharp, pungent smell from Sveta's crotch. For some reason, her pussy often smelled very sharp. Although it didn't stop me from fucking her. My cock was already eager for battle. So I quickly positioned myself between her legs and directed the head of my cock into the familiar hole. With a sharp thrust, I enter her, to which she lets out a weak moan or sob. My cock rushes along the wet tunnel deep towards the uterus. Sveta's vagina is quite functional and rather loose. Apparently, while she was slutting around somewhere during the year, she didn't waste time. Who and how many fucked her, I don't know and don't want to know. Holding her by the shoulders, I fuck her at a fast and sharp pace. My cock slides briskly between Sveta's spread legs, her pussy squelches, but the expected high isn't there. And the smell of her body no longer excites me; it's somehow heavy. I speed up and quickly come, filling Sveta's interior with sperm. With a loud squelch, my cock leaves Sveta's wet pussy. I go to the bathroom, wash my little friend, and quickly dive back to Natasha. She, as expected, hugs me, we kiss, and my cock rushes between her legs. Natasha's pussy, cozy and narrow, welcomes me into its tender embrace.