Symposium
Symposium.
Last month, I received an invitation to a symposium at the University of Milan. We have long used such symposiums as an opportunity to meet up with old friends and spend time together. That was the case this time as well. I called my friends, and some decided to come. I should say, we are swingers. And in our circle, this is quite common.
And so, Milan. We, along with another couple, are invited to our friend's villa in the evening. During the day, we are at the university, our wives are busy shopping. My attention was drawn to the woman speaking before us, passionately arguing something—a young, fair-haired, blue-eyed woman. A light green jacket accentuated her ample
chest, slender figure, a knee-length skirt and dark stockings—her rounded hips and long legs. She is devilishly sexy, I thought."Who is that?" I asked my friend.
"That's Irina. Russian. A Doctor of Mathematics from the university. Saint Petersburg."
Afterwards, we approached and introduced ourselves: "Ronald, Lorenzo."
"Very nice to meet you. Irina," she extended her hand to us.
"We have heard much about your university and hold it in high regard, and about your city. Saint Petersburg—the capital of the Russian Tsar, very beautiful. It was built by Italian architects. The Russian Venice."
"Well, not exactly, Venice..." Irina smiled.
"Have you been to Milan before?"
"No, I haven't been here before."
"Tonight we are going for a walk around the city, we would be delighted if you joined us. Our wives would be happy to meet you."
"With pleasure." She glanced with her beautiful blue eyes and brushed a strand of flaxen hair from her cheek.
... We walked around the city, admired the sunset, evening Milan whirled with its squares and narrow streets of the old town, its majestic cathedrals cast shadows in the rays of the setting sun, restaurants and cafes beckoned with their lights. Irina examined the majestic city with curiosity, chatting easily with her new acquaintances, who secretly exchanged glances and admired her.
"We are invited to our old friends' place, we hope you'll join us?"
"It's not convenient for me, I don't know them..."
"Oh, come on, they will be delighted to meet you. They are wonderful people."
"Alright. I agree."
Marco and Giulia lived outside the city. An hour later, our car drove through the open gates of the country house.
"We are happy to see you."
"Meet Irina, our new acquaintance."
"Very pleased to meet you."
"Likewise."
Music was playing in the hall, a table was set, and within an hour an atmosphere of merriment prevailed, they smoked marijuana, laughed, told funny stories, and the conversation turned to sexual topics.
"We have known each other so long that we sleep together," said Beatrice, "and we don't hide it. The Western world is more uninhibited. We prefer to fulfill sexual desires, to get joy from life. What do you think about that? Is the East more restrained?"
"To give oneself in front of one's husband? To see him caress another? I couldn't," Irina said, blushing.
"But, do you have any unfulfilled sexual desires? Can you tell us, or are you so repressed that it's a taboo for you?"
Irina looked at the men, as if trying to show something to the women.
"It's time for the men to play billiards," Olivia clapped her hands, "leave us..."
In the corner of the room, discarded clothes and underwear lay on the floor.
Naked, on her knees with a black blindfold over her eyes and a collar around her neck, stood our new acquaintance. Fresh pink stripes adorned her round white bottom, tear tracks still wet on her cheeks.
"Mouth! Mouth!" Beatrice said in Russian, lightly slapping the crop against her bottom.
Irina slightly parted her lips. Beatrice made an inviting gesture with her hand. Lorenzo was the first to approach, inserted, authoritatively placed his huge paw, lightly pressed on the mass of golden hair, forcing the delicate mouth to deeply accept the cock. Irina coughed, choked. Lorenzo loosened his grip. A couple of sharp slaps with the crop on her bottom and Irina began to suck, moving her head evenly, sliding her sharp pink tongue over the head, descending to the balls and back, allowing the cock to enter her beautiful mouth. She placed her palm under the balls, warming and massaging them, bringing on the relentless orgasm. And then Lorenzo groaned and released a stream; Irina, swallowing, worked her hand, making Lorenzo shudder and spill everything out, to the last drop. Staggering, Lorenzo stepped away. Irina, breathing heavily, turned her head, trying to see something through the black blindfold.
I approached from behind, slapped her magnificent white bottom, crisscrossed with several thin light pink lines. The slap clearly caused her pain. A whistle—and the crop descended between her shoulder blades, forcing her to press closer to the floor and arch properly. Taking her by the hips, I entered the narrow, hot vagina. Irina, moaning, began to twist her bottom, impaling herself. Round breasts settled into my outstretched palms, firm, hard nipples slid between my fingers...
"Ah! Ah!" the blonde Russian beauty moaned in ecstasy, flushed and surrendering under Beatrice's stern gaze...
And then came the moment I had been delaying for so long, it seemed I poured all of myself into her...
... "Bottom! Bottom! Palms on your bottom!"
Irina spread her firm buttocks, revealing the narrow, virginal ring of her anus. Beatrice put on a glove, and embracing Irina by the hips, smeared lubricant and inserted a finger.
"Ah!"
A second finger soon joined the first, mercilessly tearing at the narrow anus. Roughly and mercilessly widening the entrance, Beatrice paid not the slightest attention to the moans, tears, and pleas to stop from our new acquaintance.
Considering her work finished, Beatrice looked into the eyes of Marco, standing behind Irina with an erect cock, inviting him to enter her and finish what she had started.
But no matter how hard Marco tried, the narrow, virginal anus of the Russian woman would not admit his huge cock, and to avoid causing her excessive pain, he spilled onto her back.
... Come with us. Men are so rough—Giulia and Olivia helped Irina up.
"There's a wonderful jacuzzi in the bedroom, let's go!" And without removing the blindfold from her eyes, they led her away...