Life after

The day was drawing to a close, and the sunlight was already barely enough for the small kitchen. It was terribly hot — the stone walls were slowly releasing the heat accumulated during the day. I watched a trickle of sweat trailing down Svetka's tanned skin. Starting somewhere under a disobedient strand near her temple, it stretched along her cheek, neck, and dried only near her right nipple. The girl wasn't shy about her nudity, so she had long been left in just a skirt, although our meeting was still going through the obligatory "tea" part.

The heat turned out to be a perfectly sufficient reason. The girl wasn't tall, and her rather small breasts made an extremely favorable impression because of it.

What was most striking was the shape — the balls of her bust were so perfect that one might suspect silicone. Although one touch was enough to understand — it was all natural. Her neat face, framed by long light hair, looked completely childlike, taking off at least five years from her not-quite 22. In life, Sveta gave the impression of an amazingly modest girl and would blush at any ambiguous phrase, or even fail to notice its "double meaning."

But that was only in public. In private, it was as if someone else possessed her. Perhaps the only taboo throughout our acquaintance remained anal sex. And, naturally, public displays of affection. I liked being with her. Simple relationships — more like friendship than love, and wild sex as often as I wanted. I just didn't suspect that this time everything would turn out a little differently. Although... if I had known everything in advance — I doubt it would have changed anything.

The conversation over a glass of lemonade finally reached a dead end, and I, resolutely draining my glass and setting it on the table, knelt on one knee before the smiling Svetka. With my hand, I slightly moved aside the fabric of her light skirt — there were no panties, of course (in such heat?) — and the reddish light of the setting sun softly fell on the velvet of her smoothly shaved slit. The light played on the already emerged droplets of lubrication, and the flesh trembled slightly in time with her breathing. The girl placed her open palm on my hair, unambiguously expressing her desire. I leaned down, obeying her, entering her body with my tongue.

 — Poor thing... seems like I'm just using you today.

I rose from my knees, and the girl's gaze rested squarely on the bulging fly of my black jeans.

 — Aha! — with a mischievous cry, she pulled down my pants and fell upon my firmly standing cock. She worked skillfully, clutching my hips with her hands, swallowing me whole, hiding her face in my hair. Her sharp tongue ran along the entire contour of the head, lingering on the frenulum, sliding to the very exit. Then she sharply slid her lips along the shaft, so the cock hit her throat and... went a little further. Then again, from the very beginning. Her right hand soon left my hip, descending to the girl's crotch. I saw it was already wet again — her fingers glistened with moisture.

Suddenly, Svetka stopped for a moment, her hand jerked as if deciding something, and shot back up to my hip. A finger soaked in lubrication slid over my skin and... easily penetrated through the ring of the sphincter. It seemed Sveta didn't even expect such an easy victory. A light sigh escaped her lips, mixing a surprised "oh!" and a lustful moan:

 — You know what, dear, off to the bathroom — get ready quickly — I have a little surprise for you...

 — Huh?..

 — An enema? In the cabinet under the sink. That's it — run along.

The tone of her orders was playful, but I was so confused that I didn't even think of disobeying. Only in the bathroom, at the sight of the pink rubber bulb, did the realization of the seriousness of the situation and a belated fear come. Of course, I had long been amusing myself with a personal dildo and the sensations were quite satisfying, but it never went beyond masturbation in an empty room. How would this change our relationship? After all, such things could even be used for blackmail... At the same time, my cock was ready to burst from the blood boiling in my veins. I wanted it unbelievably! Yes — I was afraid, but the fear only intensified the desire. Deciding there was no time to lose, regardless of the decision, I busied myself with preparations, thinking over the situation from all sides.

The not-too-pleasant procedure of cleansing the rectum cooled me down a bit, and I even thought about running away... But that could ruin my relationship with Sveta forever! In short — there was nowhere to retreat. More came out than necessary. So I entered the bedroom with a firm intention to taste new sensations to the fullest. What I saw instantly gave birth to a spasm of passion in my body. The girl's magnificent forms were complemented by the neat spear of an attached phallus. Quite realistic in size — the same length as my cock, just a bit thicker, and black. It was even smaller than my home toy, but it was carved with thick cords of veins that mine didn't have. The phallus was already covered in some kind of lubricant, its dark surface slightly fogged with a light substance on which the light from the chandelier played merrily. And, of course, against the backdrop of the girl, the thing looked huge.

Svetka pointed to the carpet in front of her. I readily assumed the knee-elbow position and looked up. The prankster clearly didn't choose the spot by accident — a couple of meters from my face, my own reflection froze in the wardrobe mirror. The huge glass completely contained both me and Sveta standing behind. She, meeting my gaze, smiled and whispered:

 — Like it, you horny beast?

Without waiting for an answer, Sveta gave me a strong slap on the ass and, slightly spreading my buttocks, entered me sharply. From the surprise, I gasped and, catching the girl's gaze in the reflection, understood — she really liked my behavior. Well, logical — I also adore it when a girl moans under me.

I let out a drawn-out moan, getting into the role, for which I immediately received an approving slap. Although the cock went in easily, it wasn't simple to get used to it right away — usually much more time was spent on preliminary preparation than the girl had spent. But soon I completely relaxed — the freshness of the sensations only contributed to the process. Now I was cursing myself for ever buying a completely smooth toy. The sensations from the "veins" were so strong they were simply driving me crazy. Svetka seemed to feel this, sometimes completely removing the dildo from me, and then — slowly inserting it again, allowing every cell to feel the shape of the head and each vein. Very soon, I think I could already determine by the sensations of just the sphincter how deep the cock was inside me. Plus, for the first time, I wasn't controlling the thing pounding my ass.

Sveta constantly changed the rhythm, wrenching new moans from me. I reached for my cock, but my hand was immediately intercepted, followed by another slap. Not allowed... well, fine — the sensations were so sharp that additional stimulation simply wasn't needed. Suddenly, the movements accelerated, switching to some crazy rhythm — for a second, I even lost control of myself. One glance in the mirror was enough to understand — Sveta was coming. Fiercely, uncontrollably. It seemed the strap-on device allowed her to get good sensations too. Well, great — I moved my hips, giving her even more pleasure.

The girl's body was already completely wet with sweat, which only better outlined her madly bouncing breasts in the mirror.

Before the female cries had even subsided, I myself felt a soft wave in the pelvic area. The orgasm was noticeably weaker — the dildo prevented me from discharging with a couple of strong streams. But it also stretched the sensations over time, compensating for everything. Moreover, the sensations were incomparably stronger than those I could get at home. Semen slowly flowed out right onto Sveta's offered palm. She raised her hand to my face, and I, without thinking, licked off my seed. Quietly trembling all over, I collapsed onto the carpet.

 — Phew... lie here, — she laughed quietly, — and I'll bring some juice from the kitchen. Something makes me want to drink after these races.

While she was gone, I rolled onto my back and mindlessly examined the ceiling. After all, this definitely wasn't for nothing. Bending my knees, I slightly raised my pelvis and plunged two fingers into the hot, very soft, and wet-from-lubrication hole. Exactly — not for nothing... Meanwhile, the girl returned and, freezing in the doorway, greedily sucked apple juice from a two-liter carton. Running her hand over her cock a couple of times, as if jerking off, she asked:

 — Why didn't you say earlier that you wouldn't mind being with guys either?

Words came to me with difficulty — I was completely exhausted and hadn't come to my senses yet:

 — Silly... You just took my virginity. Before this, I only did such things by myself.

 — So you've never felt a hot, pulsing male cock inside you before? Poor thing... — she seemed to genuinely pity me. Wait! And how does she know, actually, what I lost there?

 — Hold on, you always denied anal sex. And here such thoughts...

 — I didn't deny anything! I'm just for equality, — she smiled again, — Well, why would I offer my ass to someone who's never done it themselves?

My flesh... didn't rise, no, but I definitely felt a slight fire somewhere inside the weapon that had just discharged:

 — So now I have every right to fuck you in the ass?

 — Yeah... with a plastic cock! — she laughed loudly at her joke, — liiiisten... do you want to get all the rights? — her eyes squinted slyly, — do you want to feel a male cock inside you?

As soon as the image arose in my head for a split second, something inside finally broke:

 — Only let's do it today. I'm afraid tomorrow I won't dare.

I sat on the carpet and took the juice from the girl's hands. Svetka went to her nightstand and returned with a cell phone. She thought for a second:

 — And you won't be jealous of me for the one I call?

The thought that I wasn't the only one maintaining such a relationship with her had occurred to me before — she was too wild and experienced in bed, but too neutral in the relationship. So, laughing in response, I joked:

 — And you?

 — Well, great! — she smiled and immersed herself in studying the phone book. Soon her fingers ran over the keyboard, and she put the receiver to her ear, stroking the fake cock with her free hand.

 — Seryozha, hi. Not interrupting? Hmm... well, sorry. You see, I need your help with one thing, — on the last words, her voice became flirtatiously embarrassed. Hearing that, I probably would have rushed to her across the whole city. But Sergei was stronger, — Really can't? Well, okay, sorry, — she pressed the end call button, — Pity... you would have really liked him — handsome, like a girl, and what he does with his cock... Well, okay — you'll have time later, — she winked at me mischievously and delved back into the phone book.

 — Hi, Nikit! How are you? Even better here! Listen, could you come over now? The country needs your manly strength! Yes? Well, great! We're waiting, — she moaned the last word into the receiver so that it put me back into a fighting stance, — See, it's all for you. This one, though, is worse — still inexperienced himself. But I was looking for those who live nearby.

 — Do you have battalions of them all over the city?

 — Well, not a battalion, not a battalion, but about ten people would gather, — she smiled somehow very softly, patronizingly, — I never doubted you. Though, I thought — it would take at least six months for you to mature. And here you are.

Nikita turned out to be a guy even younger than me, still a student. Tall, slender, though not muscular, with a short haircut of dark hair. Seeing me, he immediately became embarrassed and glanced at Sveta. She responded with an encouraging look and introduced us:

 — Nikita — this is Kirill. Kirill — this is Nikita.

The guy still overcame his uncertainty and... went in for a kiss. But I pulled away, mumbling "Later." I was completely unprepared for such a turn of events.

 — It's his first time, — Sveta prompted from behind.

 — Ah... I see... — Nikita clearly didn't know what to do. He began hastily removing his clothes and soon exposed his cock. I didn't go to saunas, so it was the first time I'd seen a male cock so close. A lump rose to my throat, the taste of my own semen surfaced in my memory, so vivid as if I were drinking it again. I smiled happily:

 — First, not first... what the hell difference does it make?

And, with one jump reaching Nikita's spear, I enveloped it with my lips. Strangely enough, although I was already furiously working on the guy's salty head, the thought of a kiss still evoked disgust. When Nikita let out his first moan, Sveta interrupted us:

 — You'll have time later, boys. I didn't gather you for that, by the way.

I regretfully released the cock from my mouth. Turned onto my back and, spreading my legs to the sides, unambiguously offering my well-fucked ass, whispered:

 — Fuck.

The guy grabbed my hips, somewhere closer to the knees, and spread them even wider. Positioning his cock to my still not fully closed anus, he easily penetrated me. His equipment was a bit smaller than Svetka's, and not as textured. However, I had to admit the truth of the depraved girl's words — I felt his fire, his pulsing blood, the passion of a living body. By how my cock swelled, it became clear that the climax would come much faster this time. It would be, at the very least, unfair if Nikita didn't manage to come. I began working my sphincter, clenching when I felt the head thickening. The answer was the guy's contented moaning. He towered over me, and I could easily see the happiness in his eyes.

I writhed, moaned, moved my hips — now I was driven not only by my own sensations but also by the desire to give pleasure to the man who was satisfying me. The sensation of orgasm came suddenly, much stronger than the first time. Realizing I wouldn't make it, I clenched my anus as hard as I could and began moving at a frantic pace. The tight spurts of semen and a muffled groan served as a sign that everything had worked out. Nikita pulled out his cock and collapsed on me. Now there was no time for disgust — I dug into the male lips, pushing my tongue through. His tongue was harder and rougher than a woman's. Hard to say if the sensations were better or worse. But the difference between them was colossal.

I can't even say with full certainty how long we spent, merged in a kiss. A quiet, sobbing female moan sounded nearby. Svetka was sitting in the armchair, staring at us intently. Her fingers fluttered over the skin in the