Gangster Love

I had one friend. Let's call him Oleg. Sashka, one of my former lovers, introduced me to him. At first Oleg didn’t make much of an impression on me. He was a very ordinary man. He was 34 at the time and was divorced. After we met, I didn’t even think about him or remember him. But he worked on a minibus, and his route passed near my house, so willy-nilly we had to see each other. One day I was returning from college in a disgusting mood, he gave me a ride home and listened to me. He calmed me down and gave me advice. This is how our friendship began, yes - yes, just friendship. It didn’t come down to sex, I had a boyfriend,

and I wasn’t attracted to him, my feelings were just friendly. This went on for about six months. And then one fine day I realized that I hadn’t seen his car on the route for a long time. Then I ran to the friend who introduced us (he also worked on this route) and asked him where Oleg had gone. What I heard was terrible. Oleg sold the car and will no longer work on the route! But I don’t know his phone number, address, or where he got a job! Will I never see him again! I only found out that he works in a taxi. But there are so many taxis in our city, you can’t call them all! I was simply shocked! By that time, I had broken up with my boyfriend and began to seriously think about Oleg. And here's the news. But I did not lose heart, but began to think about how to meet him again. For a long time nothing came to mind, I went to the area where he lives, rushed to every car with a yellow comb. And only a month later I got through his phone number. I didn’t dare call him for a very long time, and finally I pulled myself together and we met! Oleg arrived in a white six. He was happy, and I was triple happy! He wanted me all this time, and I didn’t give him a reason, but the moment came when I was ready. We immediately agreed to go to a forest that was not far from my house. All the way I imagined how everything would happen, and was very afraid of being disappointed. I was terribly nervous. It seemed to me that I wouldn’t like it, and that I wasted a lot of time looking for it. I was also embarrassed by the fact that Oleg was a tall and large man, and I couldn’t imagine how we would fit in his small car. And his car itself haunted me; something was wrong with it, and I couldn’t understand what exactly. Suddenly it dawned on me, and I asked:

- Oleg, why, if you are a taxi driver, do you have neither a comb, nor a walkie-talkie, and the license plates are not yellow?

He ​​smiled strangely and answered:

- I’m not a taxi driver. I'm a bandit.

And with these words, he took a pistol out of the glove compartment. I felt uneasy.

- Don’t be afraid, I’m good!

I didn’t find anything to answer.

When we arrived in the forest, it turned out that there were more people and cars there than at the central market during the day. Under each bush there was a car, and inside it was a couple in love. After a long search, we found a place and stayed there. I sat on Oleg’s lap, positioned myself between him and the steering wheel (as soon as I could fit in!) and we began to kiss. I immediately felt growing excitement. We kissed for a very long time - maybe 10 minutes, or maybe an hour - I don’t even remember exactly. My head began to spin sweetly, and my lower abdomen began to ache pleasantly. Oleg began to undress me slowly and gently, took off my sweater, then my bra, and began to caress my breasts with his hands. And then it hit me like lightning - I was wearing such shameful panties! Of course, it was dark, but you can still see! He will now take off my jeans, and I will be left in these panties! Disgrace! Without thinking twice, I took them off along with my pants and threw them away, without taking my lips off Oleg’s. This was at the same time a signal to action. Oleg also quickly undressed. I'd seen his cock before, but it had never looked less beautiful, never excited me so much. Oleg unfolded the seat and lay down. Already exhausted with desire, I perched myself on top. I felt him gently enter my entire length, it immediately felt pleasant and at the same time uncomfortable. The ceiling in the car was low and it was very difficult to move.

I complained that I was uncomfortable. Oleg suggested changing places. I lay down on the seat on my back. With agility unusual for a man of his size, he positioned himself on top. and entered me. And so it began! I haven't experienced anything like this for a long time! His penis entered me rhythmically, and with each new thrust a new bright wave of sensations rolled over me.

— It’s so good!” - I thought, hugging him tighter... And suddenly it was all over. Oleg finished, got off me, threw the condom out the window and lay down next to me. I desperately wanted more. But I was so afraid of being disappointed!

- Well, is that all over? — I asked.

Oleg answered in an indignant voice:

- Now let’s rest a little and move on!

Having calmed down, I relaxed and lay down more comfortably. I lay with my back to him, and he pressed himself from behind. He ran one hand over my body, and I immediately got goosebumps all over.

-Are you feeling good? - he asked.

- Yes. — I couldn’t say anything more.

After about 15 minutes we got down to business again. He placed himself on top again. This time he was rougher and more assertive. I will never forget this! With every movement of his, I moved towards him, he entered me deeply, and I wanted even deeper. He was strong and gentle, rough and affectionate at the same time. His hands explored my body, his lips covered it with hot kisses. I don’t even know how much time passed before he came a second time. Then again there was a little rest, and again frantic sex. The people around dispersed, and we climbed out onto the hood of the car. But at some point I realized that I was incredibly tired and couldn’t do it anymore. I got into the car. But Oleg was tireless, he had to be allowed to cum. I asked him to lie down, I sat on top and took his penis in my mouth. I knew that Oleg loved such caresses very much. He bent all over to meet me. and literally after a few minutes I felt its taste on my lips. I lay down next to him, and we lay there for several minutes, unable to even say anything. Then Oleg found the strength to reach for the phone.

- 2 am!

- Already? How long have we been here?

- We arrived at 11. Can you imagine, you and I made love for 3 hours straight! At my age! Yes, I came 3 times in a row a few years ago! And you’re great, you weren’t at all embarrassed by me, you undressed yourself so quickly. Damn, I'm wearing old torn panties! I had to quickly get dressed before he saw. In general, happy and tired, we went back. He took me home and went about his business, promising to call me.

Days passed without him calling. I couldn't understand what was going on. Did he not like it? He didn't want anymore? It doesn't look like it. I called him and heard on the phone: “this subscriber has been disconnected.” He changed his number and didn't tell me? It had been more than a month since he called, and I had no choice but to be offended and try to forget him. I had already come to terms with his absence, but suddenly I met Sashka, who introduced us. I casually asked him about Oleg. What I heard simply shocked me. A friend said that Oleg was imprisoned, he is now in a pre-trial detention center, and it is not known whether he will be released or given 18 years. My resentment immediately disappeared, I truly felt sorry for him. There was nothing to do but wait. And so, when I had already come to terms with the idea that he was not there and would not be, he called. It turned out he was given a suspended sentence. I was again looking forward to a wonderful night, but he disappointed me by cumming in 5 minutes. He took me home and didn't call me again. I forgot him. He doesn’t want it the way he wants it, I thought.

Six months have passed.

It was a warm July evening. I lay there and couldn’t sleep. My thoughts were occupied with Oleg. Why did I remember him? Maybe because his birthday is coming up? I took the phone and looked at the clock. It was half past twelve. “I wish he would call!” - I thought. And then I immediately thought: “Calm down, he won’t call again!” Sighing, I turned off the sound on the phone and fell asleep.

— Put on the elastic band,” Oleg asked.

I obediently reached for the pack, took out one condom from the pack and put it on Oleg’s penis. My gaze lingered on the pack for a second.

— With the aroma of banana,” I read.

- Smell it, does it smell?

- I don’t feel it.

- Then try it. Try, try,” with these words Oleg pulled my head towards him with his hands. I first took his head into my mouth, licked it so that it became wet, and with each movement I began to take the penis into my mouth deeper and deeper. I didn’t feel the banana, but I liked giving Oleg a blowjob, he was also pleased, as evidenced by his satisfied expression on his face. Then I made Oleg sit on the seat, and I sat on top.

I got home late and collapsed completely exhausted on the bed. But I was happy: Oleg was free, and I knew where to look for him. And most importantly, he promised to call!

The next time we met was a few days later. We went to the river bank. It was cold to swim; after wetting our feet, we went to the car. On the way, Oleg bought a new pack of condoms. I turned my attention back to the pack. Hussars, with points and ribs.

-Where is the one left over from last time?

- His sister washed it along with the shorts.

Well, okay, I thought. To start, we warmed up in the missionary position. After Oleg's first orgasm, we switched places.

He ​​lay down, I sat on top. Holding the back of the seat with one hand, I lowered the other between my legs and began to caress my clitoris. Oleg caressed my breasts with his hands. I don't remember what happened next. I literally lost my mind from such caresses from all sides. One of my hands was still between my legs, with the other I grabbed the seat with such force that a little more, and I would have torn off all the upholstery from it. But I didn’t notice anything, in the whole world there existed me, Oleg and that warm wave in the bottom of my stomach, which rolled in stronger with every movement. Then Oleg suddenly grabbed my chest sharply, and I realized that he was about to cum. Having come to my senses a little, I began to move faster, at the same time first tensing and then relaxing the muscles inside me, in order to make Oleg even more pleasant. As soon as he finished, I got down, sat down next to him and took off the elastic band. Oleg’s dick had not yet gone down, and without thinking twice, I took it! him in the mouth. I started giving a blowjob slowly, gradually speeding up the pace. At first I simply moved my lips up and down the penis, moistening it and as if tasting it, then I grabbed it with my right hand and began to move it along the entire length along with my lips, and with the other hand I caressed the testicles. Even between the second and third time, his dick didn't even think about going down. So that Oleg would not get bored with my movements, I tried to diversify them. I either took the penis as deep as I could, or caressed only the head, tickling it with my tongue, or seemed to suck it into myself. I tried my best to make Oleg feel as good as ever. And my efforts were not in vain. Oleg moaned and wriggled towards me, pulling my head towards him. And even when he finished, he didn’t let me go so he could come in my mouth. I didn’t like sperm, not because it was sperm, I just didn’t like the taste of it. But I couldn’t escape anywhere. When it was all over, we lay next to each other for a while. I realized that everything hurt: my neck, legs, back, my jaw was cramping. But I was happy. I gave the last remaining elastic band to Oleg and told him to put it away so that his sister wouldn’t wash it. Oleg explained to me the difference between the words “cum” and “orgasm”. He said that the first 2 times he came, and the third time he experienced a real orgasm, and that this happens rarely. He said that he never felt as good with anyone as he did with me, and was endlessly surprised at how he managed to come. 3 times in a row at the age of 36, without even resting between the second and third time. I interrupted his joyful reasoning and asked:

- Oleg, why do I give you a blowjob every time, but you never do the same to me?

— Sorry, but I can’t,” Oleg answered. — I was in prison, it’s not welcome there. Please understand me too. I just can't.

— I understand,” I answered, although in fact I didn’t understand anything.

- Although: You can do everything without anyone finding out, agreed?

On the way home, Oleg asked me:

-Have you ever had a threesome?

— Yes,” I answered honestly.

- With two boys or with a boy and a girl?

- With two boys.

- Did you like it?

- To be honest, no. The boys were probably not very good.

- Would you like to have sex with me and someone else?

- Yes, but I want to try it with a boy and a girl. Only there is nowhere to take the girl, none of the girlfriends will agree.

I walked home on shaky legs, thinking that I wouldn’t make it and would sit somewhere right on the ground. I sat on top for an hour, quite a bit of exercise!

A few days later, Oleg invited me to his dacha and asked me to take my girlfriend with me. At first I didn’t want to go, but Oleg reminded me of our last conversation about oral sex and said that he would do what he promised. I immediately fell for it and agreed. I took one of my friends Alice with me. To tell the truth, Aliska and I periodically have sex with each other, and when I saw her tonight (we haven’t seen each other for a long time), I realized that I don’t need any Oleg for tonight. But he was with a friend, and there was nowhere to take them.

The dacha had 2 floors. Oleg and his friend Vitali sat on the ground floor at a table and drank beer. I dragged

Alice upstairs. There were three sofas there at once. Having sat down on each one in turn, I chose the most comfortable one, lay down on it and called Alice. We hugged. At this time Oleg entered the second floor. Seeing two girls hugging, he was confused for a second, and then said:

- Girls, can I go to the middle?

And, without waiting for an answer, Oleg lay down between us. First he kissed Alice. I lay next to her, watched them kiss, and slowly began to get turned on. Then Oleg kissed me. We kissed for a long time. Breaking away from me, Oleg told us: “Kiss.” Alice and I reached out to each other and kissed. Oleg watched us, and then decided to join, and the three of us kissed. I don’t remember how we undressed, but we were left without clothes very soon. What did we not do! First, they put Alice on her back and caressed her together. Oleg kissed us and caressed us with his hands, but I was waiting for the most important thing. Finally, when I was lying on my back, Oleg bent over my stomach and ran his tongue over my lips and over my clitoris. Damn, how warm and painfully pleasant he was! And Alice also increased my pleasure by kissing me and caressing my breasts. Then the three of us had oral sex: Alice sat on Oleg’s face, while I gave him a blowjob, and vice versa. I'm confused where whose hands are and where whose tongue is. Oleg, while caressing one of us, did not forget about the other for a second. At some point, I realized that I couldn’t do it anymore and I wanted Oleg to enter me as soon as possible. I told him about this, and he told me to take the rubber bands out of his jacket. I reached into his pocket. There were 2 condoms.

— These are ours, they remained from that time,” said Oleg.

I looked at the packaging. "Contex", flavored. Yes, those were the “Hussars”! I sat down on the sofa in confusion.

- These are not ours.

- Well, how about that? Do you remember staying?

- I remember, only there were not 2 left, but 1.

- Why one?

- Well, remember, you came three times, two with an elastic band, and one like that. How can there be two left? And besides, those were “Hussars”, and these were “Contex”.

- What, we bought them at a stall, there was only “Contex”, there were no “Hussars” there.

- There were. “Hussars” with dots and ribs. And these are flavored.

- What makes you think they are flavored? There is no smell through the pack!

- I don’t sniff, I read!

- Those were also flavored. And there were two left!

- No, there was only one left! You came three times, two with an elastic band, and the third.

- No, there were two left!!!

I realized that it was useless to argue. I took the elastic band out of the package and put it on Oleg’s penis. But my mood suddenly deteriorated. Alisa lay down on her back, I settled down to caress her with my tongue, standing on all fours, and Oleg stood behind me, and we began. Not even a minute had passed before Oleg said:

- I can’t get enough of Alisochka!

We lay down differently. I'm on my back, Oleg is on top, Alisa is next to me.

— I’m so uncomfortable,” said Oleg. It was uncomfortable for everyone, not just him.

In the end, we got more or less comfortable and finally started having sex. But my desire has already disappeared somewhere. I asked to go to the toilet, wrapped myself in a sheet and went outside. I didn't want to go upstairs. I smoked, went to the toilet, went back into the house, poured myself a glass of water and sat down on a stool. From the sounds coming from above, I realized that they would manage without me. I didn't want anything more. Меня разозлило не то, что Олег с кем-то спал кроме меня, а то, что он меня так внаглую пытался обмануть. Я была уверена, что ту резинку, которую постирала сестра, совсем не постирали, а использовали по назначению. Сверху послышались голоса, они о чём-то разговаривали. Я не слышала о чём, потому что говорили они шёпотом. Я разбирала лишь отдельные слова, но смысл я не улавливала. Болтали они долго. Меня раздирало любопытство, и я хотела подняться к ним, но я терпеливо ждала, пока они наговорятся. Потом я услышала, что Олег сказал, что хочет спать, и Алиса спустилась ко мне. Я расспросила её, о чём они говорили.

— Олег сказал, что ты ему давно нравишься. Что как только у вас начало что-то завязываться, его посадили, и он очень рад, что сейчас вы снова вместе. Говорил, что ему с тобой очень хорошо.

«Хорошо то хорошо, но ведёт он себя отвратительно», — подумала я.

На следующий день события начали развиваться ещё интересней. Олег приехал ко мне с другом.

— Это мой друг Гена. Сегодня нам некогда, мы сейчас едем по делам. Я хочу, чтобы мы занялись сексом втроём, подумай над этим.

Я вышла из машины растерянная. Я совершенно не хотела этого, тем более с каким-то Геной, которого я совсем не знаю. Я его даже не рассмотрела.

На следующий день Олег позвонил мне и предложил поехать на речку. Я обрадовалась, решив, что всё образумилось. В предвкушении замечательного вечера я поехала на конечную. Я была так рада, что сразу не заметила нехорошие нотки в голосе Олега. Приехав на конечную, я увидела Гену и Олега в компании с девушкой. Олег чисто официально поздоровался со мной и попросил сесть в машину к Гене. Сев в чужую машину, я сказала Гене:

— Мне это не нравится!

— А что тебя не устраивает? То, что ты сегодня не с Олегом?

Я рассмотрела Гену. Ему было под 40, зубы все до одного золотые, на голове лысина. Я сказала ему, что поеду домой, вышла из машины и подошла к Олегу.

— Я поеду домой, — твёрдо сказала я.

— Почему? — спросил Олег.

— Ты не обижайся, мы с одной деревни! — отозвалась его баба.

Её я тоже рассмотрела. Лет 35, абсолютно невзрачная, полная, топик, который она натянула на себя, вот-вот треснет по швам, из под пояса свисает жир. Я не считаю себя королевой красоты, но она со мной даже близко не стоит!

— Я не обижаюсь, просто домой пораньше надо.

— Я тогда тоже домой поеду, — сказал Гена.

С тех пор мы не виделись. Олег несколько раз звонил мне, просил прощения, но я не могу его простить. Я всегда доверяла ему.

Но раз он предпочёл эту дамочку, пусть с ней и развлекается. Единственное, что я не могу понять, чем я её хуже. Да, я скучаю по нему, но моя обида сильнее.

Дорогие читатели! Если вы будете оставлять своё мнение о рассказе, напишите, пожалуйста, как мне поступить с ним: забыть, простить, отомстить?