Revelations of a Wife
I worked on a shift job in Moscow. A fellow countryman got me this job at the company. The dormitory was mixed, with several women's rooms and the rest men's. Lyosha, my countryman, lived on the same floor with three other workers. So, through him, we arranged that I would cook and clean for them, and in return, they'd pay me a little extra.
I don't even remember which holiday it was, but my guys decided to throw a party. They sat around as a group, drank, of course—couldn't be without that. I was pretty worn out from all the cooking, so I didn't stay to sit with them. I went to take a quick shower and then to my room. I just couldn't fall asleep. Then Lyosha comes in. "The guys," he says, "are all asleep, but I can't sleep. Maybe we could go sit for a bit longer?" I agreed. Why not? I wasn't sleeping anyway. We had a little more to drink... And then he puts his hand on my knee... Whether it was the alcohol or the long abstinence, but my legs just sort of spread apart on their own.
I don't remember how I ended up on the bed with him. His hand is stroking my thighs, hiking up my robe, under which I have nothing on, and I'm shaking all over, just waiting for him to finally get to the point... We completely forgot about the neighbors... The bed is creaking and rocking, it's a wonder Sergey didn't fall off the top bunk... Lyoshka is snorting like a steam engine, and I'm moaning along with him... Everything between my legs is so wet and slippery... his not-so-big cock keeps slipping out... Finally, he pushed into me all the way to his balls one last time, twitched... and went limp. Lyosha lay on top of me for another minute, got up, and pulling up his sweatpants on the way, headed for the door. "Time for me to go too, I guess. I don't know how I'll look the others in the eye tomorrow. They're probably not asleep."
Sergey immediately grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me to him, so hard I almost choked on his cock. I had to start controlling the depth with my hand, or he would have torn up my whole throat. He started thrusting into my mouth no worse than Lyoshka had between my legs before him. The guys were hungry, of course, so Sergey didn't last long. I feel his cock swelling in my fist... at the last moment, I let it out of my mouth. A stream like from a hose sprayed onto my chest and started flowing down the cleavage between my tits.
Sergey moved aside, and there was already a line from Genka and his brother Vadim. I had completely stopped thinking by then; they turned me over and bent me over on the same cot. Genka, as the eldest, positioned himself behind me first; my thighs were still wet, so his cock slid in like butter. Vadim didn't wait, he came from the other side; luckily the cot was narrow, I only caught a glimpse of Lyoshka staring at us from the table, and then only Vadim's hairy stomach in front of my face and his hard cock in my mouth. From behind, I feel my ass suddenly stretch so sharply it even hurt, even though it wasn't the first time taking a cock, and when the pain passed, Genka's cock was back in my vagina. And he just went at me, you couldn't guess where his knob would fly next.
My ass is definitely my weakest link; I got so wet I was probably soaked up to my knees. Then Vadim really had his way. My hands were braced against the bed, I couldn't hold him back, so the bastard shoved his cock into my mouth as deep as he could. And he came right in my mouth. While I was choking, swallowing and spitting, I didn't notice how his brother reached his finish too. My thighs were completely drenched, you could wring them out.
When I finally straightened up, there were already two spectators sitting at the table. Serega had come back from a smoke break. The guys tried to get me to stay and have another drink, but I'd had enough. My legs were completely giving out. But I slept like a log until morning. I almost overslept for work.