Vaginal spasm
Sasha was in a hurry, pressing the accelerator pedal and overtaking other cars leisurely driving along the highway on this fine Sunday evening.
And how could he not hurry, when he still had to bring his wife and daughter home from the dacha, and before that, pick up the key to his second apartment, which he had kindly lent to his acquaintance Gosha for another date.
He usually rented the apartment out, but this time the tenants had moved out early, and the perpetually horny womanizer Gosha, knowing this from Sasha himself, tearfully begged for the temporarily vacant living space for a "quick fuck with a slut," as he put it.
Shurik reluctantly handed over the set of keys, marveling at the zeal of his
lecherous friend, who never missed the slightest chance to screw some trollop, even though he himself had been married for a long time. He fucked everyone!Salesgirls from the store, waitresses, pimply nymphs, and horny women of a certain age... He had a particular fondness for representatives of the fair sex who worked in construction, loading-unloading, and other purely male professions. As a rule, they were all unkempt and ugly as a dead muskrat.
When there were no willing partners, the tireless "dragon" Gosha would bring porn on a flash drive, turn the TV up to full volume, and disturb the neighbors for a couple of hours with the screams of actresses, "rubbing his piston" and loudly enjoying manual intimacy. Afterwards, he would throw the used tissues under the bed, which really annoyed the cleanly Sasha, who threatened after such "solo performances" to never let the all-denying wanker into the apartment again.
But Gosha had one undeniable virtue that outweighed his flaws and sexual perversions. He would leave a few bills on the table for the hospitable hosts, thus minimizing all possible complaints.
Besides, there's no accounting for taste. It's a personal matter. Let him fuck baboons, let him rub his palms raw to the bone, as long as the room is kept in order.
Stopping the car near the apartment building, Sasha quickly ran up the stairs and habitually opened the door with the second set of keys, confident that this tireless "rower" and his random partner had already coupled and left, slamming the door and leaving the keys on the table, as agreed.
That's how it always was, but not this time!
Right in the hallway, leaning against the wall, stood the naked wife of his buddy, Nikitin, and Gosha was pounding her from behind, gripping his partner's juicy white ass with his hands!
The couple was so engrossed in what was happening, so passionately panting and moaning, that they completely failed to notice the stunned owner of the apartment, who expected to find anyone with this Casanova but Larisa, the pretty, slightly plump, giggling woman at whose wedding he had been the groom's witness for Nikitin, his longtime friend.
If Gosha had been fucking a crocodile or a penguin, Shurenity would have been less amazed.
Gaping wide-eyed at the breasts swinging in different directions in time with the lover's hip movements, he began to slowly back towards the door but tripped over the threshold. Accidentally.
Larisa opened her eyes, squealed in fright, shamefully covered herself with her hands, and jumping off the "log," quickly darted into the toilet, fearfully covering herself with her palms.
"Hey Sashunya! Bad timing... We were just discussing music here. But since you're here, let's go to the kitchen and chat," Gosha suggested, breathing heavily as if he'd been plowing a field...
..."So, how long have you been fucking her?" Sasha asked after drinking a glass of coffee, while the hero-lover briskly downed a shot of cognac.
"Remember when you dragged your buddy and phenomenal idiot Nikitin to my birthday? Yeah! When you got drunk and passed out, I invited this Larisa to see the sauna. Showed it to her. Well, and fucked her in all holes there. She liked everything I did to her. We've been meeting occasionally since then," Gosha hissed, wincing and chasing it with a lemon.
"What about Nikitin? Does Nikitin know?"
"No, of course not! To be honest, I'm tired of her. Not my type of woman. Petite, big ass, stupid face, legs a bit short, and tits saggy. Want me to give you this pacifier? You can use her any way you like. Huh?" offered this tireless sex enthusiast, wincing and chasing another shot with a lemon.
Sasha didn't have time to answer.
"Bring me my things, I need to get dressed..." Larisa loudly requested from the toilet.
Gosha chuckled joyfully, predatorily grabbed the bag of clothes lying on the floor, and rushed to the toilet.
From there, he led out a resisting and embarrassed Larisa.
"Don't be shy!!! He's already seen everything... Let's have a drink instead. Shura will have coffee—he's driving—and we'll have some cognac," he said, leading his mistress by the waist and ceremoniously seating her at the table.
Sasha involuntarily blushed and averted his eyes.
An active drinking session began. One shot, then another... lewd toasts.
And in general, it's hard to be in the company of drinkers when you're completely sober. Hard.
Sasha was about to end this alcohol-sexual panopticon and ask the guests to leave when Gosha's phone rang.
"I have to go. Got a text from work. I'm out of here!" the libertine muttered and, jumping up, began frantically gathering his things scattered around the kitchen.
Already at the door, Gosha stopped and quietly said:
"I advise you to take advantage of the moment and give Rat-Larisa a blowjob while she's completely plastered. That slut is a virtuoso at taking it in the cheek..."
But when Sasha entered the kitchen, the guest was also getting ready to leave.
"Will you give me a ride home? Please!" she asked, clearly sobered up and looking intently at Sasha with her slightly slanted gray eyes...
...The tires hummed softly, a pleasant breeze seeped through the barely open window, quiet music played in the car, and conversation just wasn't happening.
And what was there to talk about with this Larisa after what he had seen? How would he look Nikitin in the eye later, whom he'd known since they were snot-nosed kids? And how should he treat her now?
After all, he and Larisa weren't strangers. It was she who helped him get the loan with which he bought the apartment where he now lives with his family.
And she herself wasn't completely indifferent to him. Sasha remembered with a smirk how once at a party where they were with their wives, he glanced at her ass tightly wrapped in jeans, and his jealous Marina, noticing this, pouted offendedly and didn't speak to him for a week...
"I know what you want to ask... I'm planning to divorce that stuffy goat of a husband. He drinks and cheats on me. In retaliation, I cheat too," Larisa said with feigned indifference, carefully examining her manicure.
Sasha carefully swerved the steering wheel and changed lanes in the traffic.
"I'm not going to tell anyone anything. And Nikitin borrowed money from me and isn't paying it back. If you want, I can keep everything a secret. After all, you did a lot for my family..."
"Thank you! You're a true friend!" Larisa smiled charmingly and, tossing her hair, slyly glanced at Sasha.
What did that languid look mean? What lips she had... Bright, juicy... MMM... Gosha said she sucked superbly. Maybe try letting her give him head?
"What about me?" he asked and, taking a breath for courage, blurted out in a rush:
"Could we have something happen between us, just as friends, one time, no one will know anything!"
"Ha-ha-ha... Sasha, dear! You want me too? What about your Marina?" laughed this girl, who half an hour ago had been running naked in front of him and shamelessly shaking her charms.
The mocking laughter of the slut cheating on her husband somehow angered Sasha. What did his wife, who strictly observed family values, have to do with this? He sharply pressed the brake pedal and pulled over to the side of the road.
Then he brought his face close to Larisa's.
"Give me a blowjob, as a friend. No one will know anything," he asked penetratingly...
...Gosha hadn't lied. Larisa turned out to be an excellent cocksucker. Her lips slid resiliently along the shaft of his cock, as if playing a flute, giving Sasha unforgettable sensations.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... It was amazing! Sasha loved getting head, but here it was done so skillfully, so unlike ordinary oral sex, that he simply lost his mind.
Unlike his Marina and other women, this Larisa knew how to forcefully suck the tip and somehow milk him in her throat. How she managed to do this was unclear, but it was marvelous.
She swallowed the tip completely, stopping only when her nose pressed against Sasha's pubic bone, and then began her sucking motions, massaging his cock with her throat.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated, showing "Gosha" on the screen.
"Great Shura! Did you orally use our Rat-Larisa as I advised? Huh?" the receiver joyfully shouted.
"I'm working on that issue... Don't interfere!!!" Sasha irritably pressed the off button and continued enjoying the skillful blowjob.
And the blowjob was indeed good! <a href="">erotic stories Having stopped milking the penis with her throat, Larisa pulled Sasha's balls out of his jeans and began licking them like a dog licking newborn puppies.
She licked for a long time and tenderly, with sighs and smacking sounds, as if they were scoops of ice cream, while her free hand masturbated Sasha's organ.
Why hadn't he done this before with the promiscuous Larisa, who skillfully masqueraded as a decent and faithful wife, and no one had seen through her! No one, except the lecher Gosha.
Sasha felt a slight pang of guilt towards his friend, whom he'd known since time immemorial. But all that paled when his cock was in that wet and cozy, wet receptacle. After all, it wasn't Nikitin sucking him off!
It was only his other half, who was also preparing to divorce.
Orgasm approached a couple of times like a rising wave, but Larisa subtly sensed it and stopped the movement of her lips and mouth.
Sasha envied Nikitin, who could enjoy this constantly.
"Darling, maybe we could fuck? Huh?" Larisa cooed languidly, wiggling her ass.
"Nooo... Next time. Right now, I just want to come, take you to your husband, and go home."
At that point, the jokes and tenderness ended. Larisa firmly grabbed the shaft of the cock, decisively shoved it into her mouth, and began sucking vigorously. So sharply that Sasha thought just a little more and smoke would appear.
But there was no time to think. The delayed orgasm sharply erupted in several thick streams that coated her tonsils and rushed into her stomach...
...At home, while he was having dinner, Marina came up to him and hugged his shoulders.
"Maybe we'll sin a little tonight? I bought new lingerie. Look!" With these words, she threw off her robe and walked around the room in a semi-transparent sexy bodysuit.
What to do? He had to fulfill his marital duties, even though he wasn't particularly in the mood after the phenomenal blowjob!
He pulled her onto the table with a jerk. Spread her legs. Bent over. And pushing aside the veil of guipure, greedily pressed his mouth to the dark-red labia.
His life partner leaned back, sighed, and clasped the back of his head.
His tongue greedily licked the vagina several times, then moved to the clitoris and began sucking it.
His wife moaned and began moving her hips as if she were being fucked.
And the tongue persistently swirled in the narrow vagina, like a persistent mouse trying to crawl into a too-tight hole, and swirled there until the woman's body jerked from orgasm and went limp...
...A couple of days later, Nikitin dragged himself over and, baring his yellow-toothed smile, shyly informed him that he couldn't repay the debt he had borrowed from Sasha a month ago yet.
What a condom!!! A real one, with antennae and a strawberry scent. Sasha shouted indignantly at the guest and then couldn't calm down for a long time, pacing the room agitatedly like a tiger in a cage, not knowing who to take his anger out on. After all, he had already planned to buy a battery!
Then he remembered Larisa. She would answer for her good-for-nothing husband. Now he would arrange a real sex-terror for the dear half of this debtor, in that very apartment...
..."Hi!" Larisa, who had fluttered into the room in a short cheap skirt and a tight red tank top, smiled with effort, making her expression, overly "adorned" with makeup, and her whole appearance in general seem a bit vulgar.
Strange, because before, when she came to visit with her husband, she seemed so unapproachable and proper...
His hands quickly undressed the guest out of habit, slightly surprising her with this silent but amazingly deft liberation from clothing. The skirt, tank top, and flirtatious bra, without which her breasts indeed turned out to be a bit elongated, as Gosha had said, and then her panties, were tossed aside.
Sasha didn't stand on ceremony. Why should he? After fondling the breasts with dark-red nipples sprawled luxuriously over her plump body, he put their owner in the doggy-style position.
After all, he knew she was actually a slut. And this slut knew perfectly well what awaited her at the home of a married man she had come to visit. Moreover, she wanted it, to be treated like a slut, since she dressed like that.
His cock, sheathed in latex, slid decisively and completely into her vagina, moving proprietorially inside, and his palms firmly gripped the soft, large sides of his partner, called "love handles."
Slap, slap, slap... their bodies collided, moving towards each other.
Suddenly, Sasha remembered how this woman had wantonly wiggled her ass, and then Marina had staged a jealous scene.
And the ass was good! Convex and large, it seemed to beg for anal sex, swaying with every step its owner took. And how could one not look at such splendor?
Now the anal ring was contracting and expanding so invitingly that Sasha couldn't resist.
"No... no... don't... aaah... slower... it's too big... pleeease..." Larisa began to whine, arching and trying to break free. But no chance!
However, who would release the prey when the goal was so close? His cock slowly crept into the tight interior of his friend's wife's anus, who gasped loudly and, grabbing her vagina with her hand, began actively rubbing it.
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