Here's the thing, it's a bit awkward...
Here I am again, Sasha "CAPTAIN"... I wrote it and I liked sharing my innermost thoughts with you, things you wouldn't even share with every close friend... Thank you to everyone who read my not-so-successful notes, I'll say right away—I'm not a writer, and I don't want to make things up. What happened—is what it is. And whether it's good or bad — that's for you to judge.
Those who read earlier know—who, what, and how, but for new readers I'll say this: ALL PEOPLE ARE REAL. NAMES ARE NOT CHANGED!!!
After our escapade with Vityasty (see part 1), waking up in the morning, or more accurately, just pretending to, Alyona sent us to the stores to meet my "Worthy"… Men—you know
this terrible form of execution, when one woman bequeaths (I'm not afraid of the word), to get these and those products… Of course, our trip started from a slightly different starting point, but well, that's not the main thing.Coming to his senses a bit, Vitka notices a girl standing in our line and starts performing strange, to my slightly enlightened-by-then gaze, incomprehensible pirouettes. After a brief but fiery explanation with the old man in front of us, whose remnants of conscience Vitka managed to crush, my friend disappeared… Mystical… just wow. And then he materialized again suddenly, and not alone, but with this girl.
— Meet her, Sanya—this is Sveta. Sveta—this is Sanya. — says Vitka.
I observe the scene—the girlfriend can barely say "oink" since morning, but honestly tries to look as if she's at a reception with the Queen of England.
People!!! She looked simply awful, both in appearance and outwardly. But in every woman, there is some kind of spark. A little sparkle! I liked her WILDLY!!! Dressed simply—a washed-out denim mini skirt from the times of the 90s, flesh-colored tights, shoes (clearly once bought in an expensive boutique), an angora sweater. (!!!), greasy hair, makeup slapped over yesterday's PLASTER. But with pretension…
In the end, we took two 0.7-liter bottles of "Moskovskaya" and went together, fortunately, we were heading in the same direction. Vitka, in the process of communicating with the opposite sex, falls into 2 stages: 1st—shy to the point of pimples, 2nd—chatterbox. (this is after treatment with alcohol). By the time we left, he was close to the 2nd stage.
We sat in the courtyard at first, it turned out Sveta rented a room in the same building, then we moved to her place as it started to rain. After—as usual: toasts of brotherhood, bruderschaft. Here, I got a little sleepy in the armchair.
She willingly opened her little mouth when I, taking off my jeans and pulling out my swollen cock from my underwear, brought it to her lips. Overcoming the sweet obstacle of her lips, my cock penetrated into her mouth and I began to slowly insert it. It was a great blowjob!!! Her lips worked my cock all the way to the balls, her tongue traced patterns on the head and tickled the frenulum.
Barely holding back from cumming, I pulled out my cock and gave it to her in her palm. She jerked me off, sometimes licking the head, taking it all into herself in rhythm with the thrusts in her ass. Vitka, after fucking her a bit more, started breathing heavily and, pulling out his cock, began to cum on her pussy, panties. After, he took off her tights with panties from one leg, thereby clearing the approach for me.
My cock simply glided into her vagina, which was burning with fire and flowing with juices. And Vitukha's cum on her played a significant role as lube. Fucking her, I realized that when Vityukha jumped out of her ass—she was cumming at that moment, because her vagina was still pulsating, showering my head with heat and juices, which simply flowed down my balls, mixing with the smell and taste of Vitka's Alyona, with whom we had such a blast the day before.
Unable to hold back any longer, I wanted to pull out of her and cum, but she suddenly pressed me to herself and, gasping, whispered:
— No, inside me…
I didn't need to be asked twice and the stream of semen simply burst into her vagina. As soon as the pulsations in my cock subsided and I came out of Svetka, Vitka was on her again. He also decided to cum inside her. Watching them, I started stroking the head of my cock, which was getting hard again. By the time Vitka started cumming in her—I was also on the edge and so my semen flooded her tights and turned-out panties.
After, we sat with him at her place a bit longer, deciding to rest, not even getting dressed. And over some vodka, we examined the sleeping, drunk girl, all covered in semen.
Vitka, philosophically wiggling his balls (he somehow can do that without hands!) uttered the sacramental:
— Such a clumsy one… But so good! By the way, Sashka, she's married, but gives it to everyone. And she gives birth. She already has four!! The youngest is 5–6 months old. The patronymics are all different, but her husband seems to be unaware… They're all registered under him.
— Let's go to Alyona, or she'll sniff it out and kill us, — I tell him, — we need to give her a hangover cure too, poor thing! And you can't go to the store across the street for 3 hours…
I'll say right away—his Alyonka didn't catch on to us, otherwise I wouldn't be writing these lines now. Until the next meeting here. Thank you all very much for reading. Once again, I apologize to philologists and other literary figures for such a simple style. But it is what it is)))))! Until the next meeting. I have many more such stories from personal (I emphasize) experience, which I want to share with you.
Author's e-mail: оttо-kh19@rаmblеr.ru