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After my candid story, my relationship with Kostya underwent changes. We were still friends, and he still made no attempts to sleep with me. But now a competitive game began between us.

We willingly shared detailed stories of "interesting" sex with other people with each other. Then we started deliberately trying to arouse each other with our stories—whoever made the opponent go crazy with lust faster and stronger was the winner.

One day, Kostya dragged me to a vegetable market. We walked

along the stalls with tomatoes and greens, and Kostya melancholically picked out vegetables and fruit for himself. I also took the opportunity to replenish my provisions.

We were in no hurry, exchanging jokes, and Kostya started amusing himself by whispering in my ear every now and then what and how he would like to do with random passersby.

— See that juicy ass?" — he pointed to a woman around 30, whose plump butt was tightly wrapped in leggings. — "What do you think, would she like it if I gently inserted two fingers?

— Is it just me, or would that loader not mind if I squeezed his balls in my fist and impaled him on a cucumber?

— And that lady in the hat over there? She's not that old yet, but I bet her husband doesn't fuck her and she'd gladly take a hard cock in all her holes. For example, behind that column.

Of course, we were just harmlessly joking with each other and didn't intend to offend anyone. I started noticeably getting wet.

Kostya watched me carefully and at the right moments would slip in another piece of vulgarity, so that after half an hour of such a walk, I was already openly covering my eyes and moaning slightly during his particularly vivid metaphors.

He stopped and now walked seriously and intently between the rows, putting juicy vegetables into a bag. He picked the largest ones. Kostya asked the sellers to wash them right away.

We walked side by side through the crowd of babushkas and families with screaming children. I was in a short, loose dress and, of course, without panties. My wet thighs rubbed against each other.

Suddenly, walking calmly and looking ahead, he placed something in my hand. It was a good, medium-sized zucchini.

— Do it.

I froze for a couple of seconds.

— Kostya...

— Come on, sunshine, no one will see.

He stood in front of me, shielding me from prying eyes. I looked around confusedly, trying to make sure no one was paying attention to us.

Kostya took my chin and looked playfully into my eyes.

— Come on, I know you lack thrills. Do it," he persuaded me.

I turned my back to a large column, "covered" in front by Kostya, and, slipping my hand under my dress, pushed the zucchini into my wet and slippery vagina, rolling my eyes back. My breathing quickened, and I clenched my muscles to pull it in deeper so it wouldn't slip out. I raised my happy eyes to Kostya. He was smiling.

— There, see. Let's go.

We continued walking through the market, not really buying anything anymore, more like strolling. When we passed by the column again, I felt something in my hand again. Damn it, Kostya!

He grinned seductively. By the bumpy surface, I realized I had a cucumber in my hand. But the spot in my pussy was already taken, and even for me, prone to vulgarity and extremely aroused, pulling out the zucchini in front of everyone would have been awkward.

— Kostya, but there's already...

— What's your second hole for? Just don't forget to lube it," he giggled.

I quickly slipped my hand under my hem and smeared the cucumber with my slippery juice. I brought my hand back and pressed the firm fruit against my anal ring. A better idea came to me, and I, clamping the cucumber between my buttocks, pressed my ass tightly against the column. The cucumber pressed against it, and I bore down from above.

I turned sharply with my back to Kostya.

— Help.

He reached under my skirt with his free hand and pushed on the cucumber, which slid inside. Kostya stroked my ass. I groaned deeply, feeling how filled my holes were.

I grabbed Kostya's hand and led him. Where to, I didn't even know yet. We left the main trading hall of the market and ended up in the back rooms. Some corridor, offices. I didn't care. Seeing an open door and an empty room behind it, I pulled Kostya in and slammed the door. I fell to my knees in front of him and started quickly pulling down his sweatpants along with his underwear. I wanted only one thing—for him to make me scream with pleasure and convulse with his cock.

Kostya stopped me, taking my head in his hands and lifting my face to his.

— Are you sure? Do you really want this?

Do I want it? If it were possible, I'd shove Kostya inside me whole!

That's exactly what I yelled back, pushing his hands away and impaling my mouth on his hard erection.

Ooh, how hot you are, Kostya! I grabbed his buttocks, trying to take him deeper into my mouth. Driven mad by passion, I swallowed him completely (thanks to Scar, who taught me how to take big cocks down my throat). A powerful orgasm shook me, and I released Kostya's shaft, breathing heavily. But it wasn't enough for me!

— Kostya, please, fuck me so hard I can't stand," I whined plaintively.

My friend wordlessly lifted me, turned me toward the wall, I leaned on it with my elbows and arched my back.

He put his fingers to my ass and started caressing it. I tensed and pushed out the cucumber. Kostya caught it and started fucking me hard with it with a wide amplitude. Oooooh! With his other hand, Kostya reached for my pussy, stroking it a little, then slipped his fingers inside and tried to grab the slippery zucchini. I helped him by letting the vegetable out a bit.

My friend fucked me in both holes, and I poured out juices and squealed from a new wave of orgasm.

— More!" I gasped, barely breathing.

— Sunshine, I love how insatiable you are!

Kostya shoved the zucchini back into me, took out the cucumber, and tossed it aside. Its place was taken by an amazing, living, hot cock. Kostya immediately set a fast pace and started pounding me, holding me by the hair. I convulsed, already hanging limply on him.

When Kostya came in my ass and pulled out, I collapsed to my knees, feeling the zucchini slip out of my relaxed pussy. My holes were empty and pleasantly aching. Cum dripped from my ass onto the floor.

Kostya lifted me up and bent me over again doggy-style, pressing his tongue to my ass, and started gently licking. I was in complete euphoria, I wanted to scream that I was happy, I wanted everyone to know about it. To go out into the crowd, displaying my well-fucked holes, shouting about how powerfully my best friend had fucked me, so that every babushka at the market would have her gray hair stand on end.

Gradually, I calmed down. A pleasant relaxation washed over me. I looked at Kostya. He was also glowing with happiness. We didn't need to explain anything to each other or apologize for this incident. We completely trusted each other and understood everything. Understood that we remained friends, and what had happened would only make our bond stronger.

Picking up the carelessly discarded bag of groceries, Kostya took my hand and led me back. We peeked into the corridor; a loader was bustling at the far end. As if nothing had happened, we went out and headed home.

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