Oh, what a wonderful night!

We were at a cafe when Lena decided to introduce me to a young girl who was supposed to join us. At that moment, I couldn't even imagine how they had become close, what common interests they had?

Lara turned out to be a doll-like girl of twenty-one. With plump, bright lips, luscious makeup. Her voice was very quiet and languid. Her movements, smooth and wonderfully feminine. Mother Nature was generous. Not tall, a little taller than me, with a thin, rounded waist and firm, steep hips. She simply enchanted me. From her emanated a barely perceptible sweet womanly scent, impossible to mask with any perfume.

After

the cafe, our cheerful company, slightly tipsy, went to Lenka's place. We drank coffee and laughed, reminiscing about clumsy, self-important customers and their behavior.

Then I got engrossed in reading a book of poems, so I didn't even notice when Lena and Lara disappeared into the bedroom for a while.

Lena's husband arrived and brought a whole case of champagne and a huge cake. A real feast began, mixed with madness. It was only the second time in my life I had interacted with her husband. He was a man around forty, not tall, stocky and broad-shouldered. He was very proper in attending to all of us and giving compliments. He kept filling our glasses and making beautiful toasts. Gradually we got tipsier and more relaxed. After half an hour of libations and a hazy mood, we started dancing in the semi-darkness, to mysterious, rhythmic music, splitting into pairs. Lena with Lara, and I in the strong, careful hands of Sergei. He hugged me carefully, pressing close. I lay on his shoulder, inhaling, in addition to the smell of alcohol, the teasing, pungent aroma of his male body.

Of course, I soon understood the nature of Lena and Lara's relationship, and at that moment even found it interesting and exciting to watch them. One facet of her charm was revealed.

They kissed openly and for a long time while dancing, with Lena also caressing her breast, slipping her left hand through the unbuttoned edge of her blouse. Lara wasn't wearing a bra anymore. It was also arousing to realize that Sergei was apparently completely aware of their tender relationship. It was getting hot, and at some point the girls, quite synchronously, took off their tops, remaining in their skirts.

I don't know how ready I was for such behavior, but it didn't repel me. Whether it was due to our good friendly relations, or because I was inwardly such a depraved person that I wasn't fully aware of everything. And another thought bothered me: how far can one go in love affairs, and is there a tangible limit?

Sergei confidently, holding me by the waist, unexpectedly led me towards the kitchen.

— No, — I babbled, — I want to watch. It's so graceful and beautiful, — and I even tried to crane my neck from behind his back.

But he seemed not to hear my words, only grabbed my soft buttocks with his huge palms, carefully lifted me, and quietly carried me to the kitchen, where, pressed against the wall, I slowly slid down, and my skirt stayed in place, hitched up and hanging on my waist. He began to kiss my lips hotly, while placing his palm under my crotch, which felt heavy and uncomfortable with some kind of fullness. My tender, soft beauty fit completely in his warm palm. At that moment, a bright flash, like a spark, like a sunbeam, shot before my eyes, a velvety warmth ran from my heels to the top of my head, my breath stopped for a moment. My already weak knees went limp.

— Very pleasant and tender, — I managed to think, enveloped by the approaching sweet attraction. I just wanted to fall into a magical fog and immerse myself in a world of tender passions, where you absorb incredible sensations with every cell.

— You have such a magnificent little plump pussy, — he said quietly.

My throat went dry from these words, and I felt how, under the tender movements of his fingers, my beauty began to melt and moisten, and my hips, in a light spasm, involuntarily moved towards the motions of his amazingly skillful hand.

Suddenly he unexpectedly squatted down, softly burying his face in my crotch, deeply and noisily inhaling my scent through the thin fabric of my panties and exhaling hotly, surrounding it with moist warmth. I arched like a kitten, not really trying to pull away.

— I'd bet my head that you wouldn't immediately remember when you last had a man, — he said mysteriously, looking up at me.

— Yes, — I thought, — you wouldn't remember right away, definitely two months.

Pulling away from my licked-and-aroused beauty, he quickly pulled down his jeans along with his briefs, so that his very impressive-sized equipment literally tumbled out, not yet fully hardened.

— We'll play an exciting, tender game, — he began mysteriously, — I'll pretend you're a virgin and have never seen or known real passionate love before. First, I'll slowly explore you with it, outside and inside, and then you won't regret having such a juicy womb.

In this floating state, I suddenly clearly imagined how I would tremble and revel on something so firm and large, that my husband doesn't know about it, that it's sweet-sweet.

— But how will this happen here in the kitchen, uncomfortably, — a stupid thought managed to flash.

But Sergei somehow deftly moved away from me and turned me so that I could lean with one hand against the sideboard wall and the other on the edge of a stool. Gently dipping a finger into my wet beauty, he showed it to me.

Then he repeated these sensitively sweet movements several times, carefully letting me feel his thickness, pushing it up from below between my legs. Then, each time, pushing a little further and further, he entered me to the full depth, stretching my poor little one, which turned out to be quite narrow.

He began working rhythmically and firmly with his thick little tool. Unusual pleasant sensations filled me completely without remainder. I periodically cried out loudly, not having time to bite my hand with my teeth, when the head of his resilient member slipped somewhere deep inside me. My left hand gripped the sideboard wall tightly, in which something began to jingle from the sharp thrusts. Balancing on the edge of pain and incredible pleasure involuntarily, like a feather carried by a light breeze to the heavens, led me into the desired Eden.

Twice, with drawn-out moans, I came before he, finally, with a muffled and restrained growl, began to press harder and fill my tormented girl with turbulent streams, while he continued to fuck me for quite a while longer, in a ragged rhythm, pushing out the viscous fluid until his member weakened so much that it guiltily slipped out.

Breathing heavily, tenderly kissing my neck and chest, he carefully removed the rest of my clothes, and easily picking me up in his arms, carried me to the bathroom, where he began to bathe me. As if hypnotized, I fulfilled all his wishes, assuming incredible poses so he could thoroughly wash all my intimate places. Under the streams of water from the shower, I played a little with my tongue and mouth with his wealth, which had so surprised me.

— Go to the girls, — he said, smiling, when the ability for an adequate reaction returned to me.

Wiping the remaining sparse drops of water from my body with a rough towel, I went into the room. In the semi-darkness, I saw the huge, unfolded soft sofa on which, two hours ago, I had been reading poems with my legs tucked under me. Lamps glowed dimly in the corners.

Lena, naked, wearing only stockings with lace garters, on all fours with her butt towards me, tenderly smacking, diligently, without rushing, was licking between the doll-girl's legs. She languidly moaned, occasionally moving her pale-sugar hips from side to side, then softly, catching herself under the knees, pulled them towards her small chest and moved to meet Lena's tongue, especially during its deep thrusts.

Everything was completely hairless. Two months ago, we had gone together to a salon for bikini hair removal, but only now did I understand that she had endured the entire procedure to the end, while I had not, leaving a little tuft at the very top of my mound. Suddenly I imagined Sergei vigorously pleasuring her from behind, and I had an irresistible desire to caress this tender, somehow unprotected beauty. I reached out my hand and carefully ran my fingers from bottom to top, slightly parting the neat halves. Lena shuddered at the touch, like a pampered, sensitive filly.

— A quite expected reaction, — a mischievous thought flashed through my head.

I continued to caress, and she, moving to meet me, slightly spread her legs. After a minute, my palm was covered with her moisture, and suddenly stopping caressing Lara, Lena rose and turned to me. An unknown, strange experience rushed like a whirlwind into my consciousness. We kissed hotly, devouring each other's lips, while I continued to caress her crotch, and she helped me with smooth movements of her hips and whispered in the intervals between kisses:

— Has Seryozha already satisfied your plump red kitten? You must have liked it. Will you let your little one enjoy him more? Little lustful woman! He'll come soon, and we'll see how he drives Larochka's peach to madness!

— Yes, I liked it, — I answered breathlessly.

— Unexpectedly for myself, I came twice in a row, — I continued, looking up in admiration at her face, which had become momentarily mysterious.

— Do you want to try Larochka's girl before he tears her to pieces? — she unexpectedly whispered, slyly narrowing her eyes, which shone in the semi-darkness, and stepping back, made room for me.

I was seized by a crazy dizziness and anticipation of something unknown, shameful, and forbidden. Suddenly, a tickling sensation pinched inside my nipples, and I cupped them with my fingers to slightly quell the trembling. Then I crawled onto the soft sofa and leaned on my hands, positioning my face in the marble circle of Lara's bent knees. Her scarlet little mouth was half-open and breathing hotly, listening to our conversation, apparently expecting a continuation.

— Oh, o-o-oof, — I moaned, having no strength to resist the instinct of attraction and the sweet bliss created by the girls.

Lena quietly crawled higher and finally positioned her frankly open, teasing pussy above my face.

— Pussy, — I whispered and gently touched the tip of my tongue to her silky folds. She, shuddering slightly, pressed tightly and began to move her hips smoothly.

— Come on, I want your tenderness and sharp bites, I want to surrender so much that you understand my joy from this, — she whispered hotly.

My face was literally swimming in her wet, viscous aroma, was heated, and I rhythmically moved my tongue, pressing hard from bottom to top.

— Caress, caress, — she repeated and moved her soft hips more energetically.

I could already hear her loudly squealing as she approached the peak of pleasure and didn't even immediately understand what had happened when I felt an outside intervention next to my tongue. It turned out that Sergei, who had quietly joined, was pleasuring Lenka somewhere deep inside with his boy. She began to cry out even louder with each powerful thrust and soon moaned protractedly, simultaneously trembling all over and streaming onto my face and into my mouth.

— What bliss, what joy, — she said quietly, lying down next to me, breathing deeply and intermittently.

We rested from the madness, and Sergei was already tenderly kissing Lara on the lips.

She stood with her mouth slightly open, and with each slap, she rolled her eyes. Finally, he pushed his handsome member between her halves and began to work his hips rhythmically.

Lara moaned dully:

— My God, more, more!!! A-a-a-fa!!

Amazed by the beauty of this piston's work, I watched for a while as Lara writhed and moaned.

— Come here next to her, — Lenka whispers hotly to me, pointing with her hand to the spot.

Unexpectedly, some deep desire awakens again, and, joining the game, I get on all fours next to Lara.

Lara, from the furious pleasure, is already screaming hoarsely, and then Sergei abruptly switches to me. He carefully inserts his heated member. Now it's my turn to involuntarily howl protractedly. My entire crotch, having endured so much this evening, is extremely sensitive, and the pleasures are so vivid that it seems nothing else exists besides them.

He fucks us in turn, making twenty or thirty furious movements, then pouncing on the next "victim." We howl and sing like lustful kittens, the swings of pleasure soar higher and higher to the very peak.

It was amusing and tantalizing to hear Lara finish squealing and twitching, her small breasts shaking heavily, and her hands fluttering and grabbing at the edges of the sofa, then at Sergei's hands, and then, finding nothing, simply hanging in the air. Finally, all disheveled with trembling lips, she sprawled out nearby.

Then he switched completely to me, stretched my legs strongly to the sides so that I hung on his member, leaning my knees and hands on the edge of the sofa. Literally gathering each half of my buttocks into a palm, he forced his steadfast soldier all the way in, made an incredibly sweet circle for me with his hips, and began to fiercely torment my moaning little one.

— More, — I rasped out, not recognizing my own voice and falling into some cold fog. A fine chill spread everywhere, and pulling the blanket over myself, I gradually passed out.

Coming out of the bathroom, Sergei, who had appeared from nowhere in the hallway, softly caught me by the elbow, picked me up in his arms, and quietly carried me to the bedroom. When he started to lay me on the bed, where he spent the rest of the night alone, I noticed that his sturdy soldier was already in a ready state. Involuntarily fascinated by this beauty, I grabbed it with both hands and began to sweetly lick, play with my tongue, and nibble with my teeth. I simply went crazy when he spread my legs wide and slightly moved away, letting me fully enjoy his resilient velvet. The taste, the dense, firm, resilient beauty drove me mad, desire spread and grew stronger.

— Enter, enter me, — I asked when I felt I had no strength to hold back.

Sergei lifted me by the knees and bent me into a ring so that I could see very closely how my pussy began to suck in his large flesh, quickly moistening it with my nectar.

He again tormented my wonderful girl, who, after five minutes of his efforts, began to come, time after time, gushing with bursts of mini-fountains. The chafing still stung a bit, and it became clear — this was the limit.