Intoxicating desire beneath the mask of despair.

Finally getting what I had been deprived of for so long, I didn't miss a single opportunity to get into my landlady's panties. The sperm hit my brain, and I lost all shame and conscience. Tatyana never refused me once in two weeks (though 'refused' isn't quite the right word—I never asked), which drew me even deeper into the abyss of depravity. I tried to leave work a little earlier to catch Tatyana at home, and in that case, we had a little time. Our schedules aligned in such a way that in the morning we would meet either in the hallway or at the entrance. But now, an intoxicating factor had entered the game. When my boss believed my stupid excuse, I literally raced home

headlong. In most cases, Tatyana would give me a blowjob. As she said—it's faster and you don't need to undress or wash sperm off your ass. But sometimes, she would spread her legs.

Once, I came home when Tatyana had just woken up. She grabbed me by the T-shirt and dragged me into her room. First, she pulled down my pants and underwear, then took off her nightgown and, left in just her panties, lay down on the bed. Quickly taking them off too, she spread her legs and ran her hands along the inside of her thighs. "Why are you standing there like a statue? Do you need a special invitation?" Another time, I caught her in the hallway. As soon as I closed the door, she leaned on the table, hiked up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. "Come on, just be quick, I need to leave early, and don't you dare cum on my skirt, I don't need sperm on my ass." But that was just the morning. The evenings were more intense. And I would wake up just as she was coming home from work. No, I'm not an animal, I didn't pounce on her right at the door. A little rest, a meal (breakfast or already dinner, my schedule didn't give a damn about meal designations), a sweet conversation about the day, and only then... In short, I had it made.

...

I lay with my eyes closed, hands behind my head. I'm a lucky guy. How many 19-year-old guys have (ambiguous, no?) an experienced and outrageously promiscuous woman? The main thing is not to let my self-esteem shoot through the roof. But how is that possible when such a woman is sucking your cock while you're contemplating your superiority over all your peers? Time to stop, or I'll start glowing. I lifted my head and looked at Tatyana. She was caressing me very slowly with her hands, occasionally taking my cock into her mouth. Nothing bothered her; she was completely focused on her actions. I wonder, maybe she's also thinking how lucky she is to have gotten a young guy? Okay, you fucking Narcissus, get out of my head! Tatyana looked me in the eyes, continuing to work her hand. She stood up to her full height and took off her robe. Following the robe, her bra and panties flew off. She turned her back and bent over, sticking out her ass. Then she got down on all fours and beckoningly waved her butt from side to side.

...

Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'll carry out my plan. I had more than enough of what I already had, but Tatyana's words hadn't left my head since that day. Did she really think I was capable of such a thing? Now I definitely am, but back then... Okay, it doesn't matter anymore. I can't show up at home on Saturday evening; I don't need temptations. Where to kill time? I'll call my friends or sister and see if they're busy tomorrow? Or visit my parents.

...

— So, how's the landlady?

— What? — I choked on my drink and started coughing.

— I mean, how does she treat you. Still not thinking of moving out? — Vlad was choosing a bowling ball and was talking more to the balls than to me.

— Fine, I'd even say—great. — a satisfied smile spread across my face. He couldn't see it anyway.

— That's good, good. — Vlad finally chose a ball and approached the lane.

— And how do you cook? I understand you're not simmering borscht in the evenings, but still. At different times? Or, if she cooks something herself, does she let you use her stove? — the ball rolled down the lane and went into the gutter.

I bit my lip and just in case turned away. She lets me use both the stove and the oven. Or she cooks herself and constantly tastes it. How corrupted I am!

— We cook at different times. That's how it works out. And if we meet in the kitchen, we cook together, by mutual agreement.

— Okay. — Vlad sat down opposite me and looked at the scoreboard. — Your bowling sucks, let's go play pool instead.

I didn't care what we played, as long as it killed time.

...

I came home after midnight. Opened and closed the door as quietly as possible. I was already well-oriented in the apartment and didn't turn on the light. I peeked into Tatyana's room—she was asleep. Moonlight streamed through the windows and illuminated the room quite well. Tatyana was lying on her back, snoring peacefully. Just what I needed! I stripped naked and approached her. Carefully pulled down the blanket. Just as carefully, I lifted her nightgown, exposing her legs, and saw her panties. Spread her legs apart, afraid I might wake her. Tatyana didn't even stir and kept sleeping. The thought of what was to come made my cock rise. I went to the table in the corner, carefully pulled out a drawer, and took out the lube. Essentially, we only used it for anal sex. For some reason, Tatyana liked anal. I didn't ask questions and enjoyed her ass. But today this lube was intended for vaginal. No foreplay! I lubed my cock, rubbed the lube on my right hand, and wiped my left on my T-shirt. Now I needed to act fast! I positioned myself between Tatyana's legs and tried to move her panties aside. Carefully ran my right hand over her labia and penetrated her with a finger. Tatyana stirred and tried to close her legs. Time! I leaned on her and covered her mouth with my left hand. Tatyana opened her eyes and tried to scream. My palm muffled the cry.

— Scream all you want, it won't help anyway!

Tatyana tried to push me off, but at that moment, I penetrated her. She clamped her legs around me and bit my palm painfully. I pulled my hand away. Seems I overdid it. She wanted it herself! Damn it, she didn't recognize me. My hand covers her mouth again. I miraculously managed to muffle another scream.

— So, you can fuck me in the bathroom, but I can't get into your panties? Selfish! — I tried to imitate Tatyana's manner of speech, but I didn't do a very good job.

Tatyana realized who I was. And the next moment, she bit me again.

— So that's how it is! I spread my legs for him, suck him off every day, he even fucks me in the ass, and it's still not enough for him! Decided to take me by force while I'm asleep? You're such a pervert! — Tatyana spread her legs wide. — Didn't even take off my panties. Couldn't wait, huh? — she grabbed her panties and pressed them against the inside of her thighs. — Just fuck, you think I care? — Tatyana grabbed my ass and pulled me to her.

I propped myself up on my hands, and the room filled with the now-familiar sounds of the bed creaking and slapping. Tatyana started getting wet. She quickly caught my rhythm, holding tightly onto my butt.

— You like it, huh? But you didn't take off my nightgown. You get dick, not my tits!

Grabbing the collar with my hands, I yanked it sharply towards me. The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room. Crumpling a piece of the nightgown in my hand, I yanked again. Her bare breasts bounced in time with the thrusts. Her nipples pointed upwards.

— What have you done? — Tatyana started speeding up, and now I was adjusting to her. — You'll pay for this. You'll pay!

...

I lay next to Tatyana, unable to get up. porn stories I tried to catch my breath a little, just like her. You can watch forever... that's all bullshit. The only thing you can watch forever is a woman. And it doesn't matter in what context. A sweet girl rejoicing at a gift or shyly smiling while watching an erotic scene in a movie. Or a woman confidently moving towards her goal, overcoming all obstacles. And how beautiful they are, these women. Each is uniquely and wonderfully individual. And how enchantingly they look after sex. Closed eyes and deep breathing. Large breasts losing their shape but retaining enough firmness. A little saggy but very arousing. A torn nightgown that can't be mended. Sperm on the stomach and panties, a reminder of the recent offering. Labia red and slightly swollen. The vagina is slightly open and hasn't yet returned to its former shape. I've vulgarized everything again!

...

A few days passed.

Tatyana was talking to someone in the kitchen, which was the reason I woke up. A woman's voice. Apparently, a friend had come over while I was sleeping. I stretched and continued lying in bed. I didn't feel like getting up.

— You're lucky, you have a man by your side, but I don't have anyone.

That wasn't Tatyana. I didn't want to eavesdrop, what business is it of mine what they're talking about? But catching that phrase, I focused. Did Tatyana really tell her everything? Why can't people keep their mouths shut?

— Ha, by my side, you say! You think he needs me? He'll run away as soon as perky tits appear on the horizon.

I approached the slightly open door and listened. The summer was very hot, and at such temperatures, you could create a steam room in an apartment building. Open windows and doors didn't help much, but it still got a little better.

— Well, you say yourself, he hasn't gotten off you for two weeks. That would be enough for me. Of course, I'd like a strong male shoulder, but I wouldn't refuse a strong cock either. — Tatyana burst out laughing, the other woman couldn't be heard.

Are they even aware I'm in my room? Maybe they think I'm not here?

— What can I advise you? Go somewhere.

— Where? Where do lonely men go?

— What about at work?

— I already told you. Everyone at work is married. And getting involved with someone from work... rumors will start.

— And you think a man will fall from the sky for you?

— One fell for you!

The women fell silent.

Really, where do lonely men go? And lonely women?

— If you want, I can talk to him.

What? Did I hear that right?

— What are you saying!

— Well, why not? The guy's young, his cock works as it should. I don't even have time to take off my panties, and he's already ready. A bit inexperienced, but we'll teach him. — Tatyana paused a little. — He can handle two women, don't worry. Especially since it's not the first time for you and me to share a man.

I felt like a piece of meat. And what does "not the first time" mean? Maybe I'm still asleep?

— We didn't share him back then, you took him away.

Anyone want to buy the rights to this soap opera?

— Consider it returning a favor. Just don't get too carried away, I need him too.

I was furious. Run out to the kitchen shouting and make a scene? Why was I getting hard?

— And how are you going to do that? You think he'll agree? — judging by her tone, she didn't really believe in all this.

— A young guy gets two women at his disposal, whom he can fuck without a guilty conscience. You think he'll refuse? If he were here, he'd already be jumping like a rabbit.

Actually, I am here.

— And how are you going to propose it to him? "Sash, I have a friend here, want to fuck her too?" Like that?

— I don't know yet.

Silence fell in the apartment. I could hear my thoughts as if from the outside. Was I just set up for someone? Why was I standing still? My arousal wasn't going away. Maybe Tatyana was right? Get two women with no strings attached, and you're ready to dive into the abyss of depravity, forgetting everything?

— By the way, isn't your computer broken, haven't you called a repairman yet?

I stood in the doorway and giggled like an idiot. How cliché! "I came to fix your computer, oh you're so beautiful, and without panties—perfection itself." Although, it's the cliché options that don't raise suspicion.

— No.

— That's great. I don't know if he's good with them, but all young people these days are into that. Kill two birds with one stone. He'll fix your computer and get into your panties. He's just a bit indecisive. So, do everything yourself. Wear something slutty, bend over somehow. — Tatyana paused. — Then grab his cock and jump out of your panties. Just don't tell him I know everything and that I came up with it all. Suddenly, he might get scared. I'll tell him about it later. Casually. I know everything—I don't mind.

Silence again.

— And when will you ask him to drop by my place?

— So, you agree?

— Listen, don't make fun of me!

— I'll tell him to come by on Saturday.

— And is he coming back today?

Yes, I was right, they think I'm not home.

— I don't know, most likely not.

The women continued their conversation, switching to another topic. What do you mean not coming back? I'm already here. Well, I'll have to pretend I know nothing. Let's play? Waiting 10-15 minutes, I got dressed and headed to the bathroom. I demonstratively yawned in the hallway, knowing it would be quite difficult not to see me from the kitchen. Tatyana flinched and stared at me. Her friend, apparently, was sitting on the other side of the table. The view from the hallway wasn't great; I couldn't see her.

— Hi. — someone gasped in the kitchen. I'll pretend I didn't hear it.

— What are you doing here? — Tatyana looked extremely surprised.

— Living. You're renting me a room, remember? Or did I knock all the memory out of you last night? — I couldn't resist. The other woman knows everything anyway, let me add a little awkwardness.

— But you were going to your parents'.

So that's why no one was expecting me. The day before, I told Tatyana I'd go straight to my parents after work. Visit them a bit, and in the evening go to the movies with my sister.

— Plans changed. — I headed to the bathroom and called out to Tatyana. — Maybe you'll come with me?

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