Irina, Natasha, and I

Irina, Natasha, and me.

Alright. I'm in Frankfurt and it's already my third day. I walk around the city, drink real German beer, and watch the Germans. The city is, of course, big and quite nice. It's a shame my German isn't great. I have to explain things five times. And yet, I passed my German language exam at the institute with top marks, and my candidate's minimum in graduate school with fives.

Turns out practice is needed.

So now I go into a self-service cafe and approach the counter.

And I start, struggling, to explain what I need. The person behind the counter doesn't understand.

A young girl walks into the cafe and approaches the counter.

I continue explaining

to the person behind the counter what I need, but he still doesn't understand.

In frustration, I express myself purely in Russian. The German doesn't understand and looks at me. Then the girl joins the conversation and says something to the German. And lo and behold, he gives me everything I need.

I try to thank the girl in German, but she stops me and says in pure Russian:

 — What are you talking about? Russians, even former ones, are still Russians.

 — Are you Russian? Oh my God. My name is Alexander.

 — Yes, I left Russia 18 years ago. My name is Irina.

 — And I'm staying with friends here, they moved here eighteen years ago.

 — There are many of us here. We just don't meet often. Work, work.

 — Do you work?

 — No, I'm studying to be a programmer.

She buys herself a coffee and sits down at my table. And for a whole hour, she asks me about Russia. And I gladly tell her everything I know. And while telling her, I realize that in just three days I already miss Russia.

After talking with her, we go outside.

 — Irina, let's go to my friends, they are very hospitable, and after I leave, you'll have somewhere to go.

We walk to my acquaintances. It's a half-hour walk. On the way, we talk about Russia again.

Near the gate of my friends' mansion stands the thoughtful owner, Andrey. And before I can introduce Irina to him, he says:

 — Sasha, I'm leaving for Dresden on a business trip for a month, and it's urgent right now. We probably won't see each other again before you leave.

 — Well, what can you do, work comes first in Russia, and even more so here.

We hug tightly, and he gets in the car and leaves.

On the doorstep stands Natasha — Andrey's wife and my friend.

 — See how it turned out — she says and looks into my eyes, as if asking, and who is this?

 — Meet — this is Irina, our compatriot, a Russian — I say, nodding at Irina.

 — Very nice, and I'm Natasha — Natasha says to Irina with a friendly smile.

We go into the living room, where a table is already set for my arrival. On the table are champagne and Russian vodka with all sorts of snacks.

 — I'll just change now — says Natasha and goes to her room.

 — Please, sit down — I say to Irina — How do you feel here, not too bad?

 — Oh no, not at all — everything's fine. It's been so long since I've been with Russians.

I sit down next to her, and we watch TV.

We don't even manage to watch one scene to the end before Natasha appears. She is dressed in a short robe. And she looks so arousing that when I tear my gaze away from her and look at Irina, I see admiration in her eyes.

Irina, without looking away, watches Natasha, and I feel a change in her breathing.

 — Well, are we going to look at me or drink champagne to our acquaintance? — Natasha says in a triumphant voice.

 — Absolutely, my girls — I say and start opening the champagne, and the girls arrange the snacks on plates.

 — To our acquaintance, in the German style, with a kiss from each lady? — I shout, and before Natasha can react, I kiss her on the lips and take a small sip of champagne. Then, approaching Irina, I also kiss her on the lips.

Irina was embarrassed but didn't pull away.

 — Maybe the girls also want to kiss each other — exclaims Natasha, and approaching Irina, she kisses her lips passionately, and Irina reciprocates, pressing her lips tightly to Natasha's lips. They kiss each other, as it seems to me, with passion.

And when they finish kissing, they empty their glasses to the bottom.

I follow their example. And before I can put down my glass, Natasha commands:

 — Pour another one each, and immediately!

I carry out the order. And after a small snack, Natasha stands up and gives a toast:

 — To love. May it be eternal and diverse!

When she sits down, her short robe falls open, and Irina and I see that she is without panties. An absolutely naked pussy manages to glance at us. Pausing and not covering it, Natasha lets us admire her beauty, and then with an inconspicuous movement, covers it.

An hour later, the bottle of champagne and the bottle of vodka are empty.

The ladies are sitting, warm and tender.

Natasha turns on the music and goes to check the pie she has in the oven.

 — How's the mood? — I ask Irina.

 — Wonderful — I'm just curious, what's it like on their second floor?

 — Let's go and see — I answer Irina, and we go to the second floor.

On the steps of the stairs, Irina stumbles, but I catch her and kiss her on the lips with pleasure, nervous like a youth. But Irina reciprocates.

I pick her up in my arms and, kissing her, carry her into the room where I sleep. Irina wraps her arms around my shoulders and presses her lips more tightly to me.

I carry her into the room and lay her on the bed. Continuing to kiss her, I undress her.

When she is left naked, I jump to the floor and quickly take off all my clothes.

Irina, seeing my erect cock, pushes me onto the bed, onto my back, and greedily takes my fighter into her mouth as deep as possible. She takes my cock in and out, in and out. And I, spreading her legs and pressing my lips to her pussy, start kissing and licking it. I smell the scent of desire and lick the fluid of the approaching climax. We work in harmony and synchrony. And so we bring each other to orgasm, and the first joint cries fill this room.

I turn and start kissing her lips. And with my hands, I caress her body: her tender breasts, perfect waist, and the triangle of her pussy. From this, Irina spreads her legs, and I caress the closest places to her pussy with my finger and already want to put a finger in her pussy. When I feel the hand of a third person removing hers, and the naked Natasha buries her lips in Irina's pussy, and with her hands strokes her ass. Irina shudders from surprise, but seeing Natasha completely naked and licking her pussy, she leans back and moves her pussy towards Natasha's lips. I start licking her breasts. Natasha, spreading the pussy with her fingers, enters the tip of her tongue inside the pussy and gently begins to move along its insides, and licks out my sperm, swallowing it.

 — Oh, oh, oh — Irina starts to cry out and tremble all over.

Natasha, continuing to lick the pussy, takes my cock in her hand and, feeling the rock-hard firmness of my cock in her hands, pulls it towards herself, as if saying: "Come on, darling — your turn."

In an instant, finding myself in the freed spot, near Irina's pussy, I enter Irina with the full size of my weapon and begin to push it in and pull it out of the elastic pussy.

With each thrust, Irina's moans intensify and finally she explodes like a shell falling on plowed earth and screams:

 — A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a — her scream deafens Natasha and me, but only for a moment.

I continue to pound this girl excited in orgasm, with powerful thrusts plunging into her, and Natasha passionately kisses her breasts, and with her hand strokes herself between her legs.

And when Irina calms down, I pull my cock out of her and

plunge it into Natasha, who is on all fours. Into her already blazing, burning from excitement pussy. Methodically working in this blazing volcano of passion, I feel Natasha winding up and, with the cry of a satisfied pussy, screams with all the power of her throat:

 — O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o — she gets goosebumps and shakes like a madwoman, on all fours over Irina.

From the precise work of my weapon, Natasha's scream, and the naked magnificent figure of Irina lying beneath her, I begin to enter the world of the gentleman named Orgasm. And now I myself arch, thereby going even deeper into Natasha's pussy and, trembling, scream with the cry of a lead elephant calling his herd to a watering hole:

 — U-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a — I explode the room and at great speed release a portion of hot sperm into Natasha.

Natasha shudders from the feeling of gratitude and the liquid of passion poured into her.

 — Oh, thank you, darling — she says and begins to play along with me with her ass, rotating it clockwise, and with one hand strokes Irina's breasts, and with the other, with two fingers, plunges into her slightly rested pussy.

And I pound and pound Natasha's pussy, lubricated with sperm and the secretions of her body. And my stone friend blissfully rubs against the walls of the repository of voluptuousness.

And after about three minutes of joint work, the three of us simultaneously scream into the space of this house — a witness to the amorous pleasures of three young organisms:

 — U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u — I scream, flooding Natasha's hole with sperm

 — A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a — screams Irina.

 — O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h — Natasha interrupted our cry, gratefully accepting the product of my cock into herself.

And when everyone calms down, as if we've known each other for a hundred years and have been making love together for a hundred years, we quickly rearrange.

Natasha lies on her back, spreading her legs wide. Irina is on all fours between Natasha's legs and begins to kiss and lick her pussy. Natasha strokes Irina's hair and simultaneously presses her tighter to her pussy. And I enter Irina's pussy with my cock and begin to furiously pound her, as if wanting to tear her in two. With my hands, I caress Irina's breasts. And the love machine went along a new trajectory, where the mechanisms of this machine are precisely fitted and each part in its place performs a function strictly intended for it.

We give each other pleasure in this position for about two minutes, and the first to give in is Natasha and she screams. The second, a minute later, with trembling in all parts of her body, cries out Irina.

I catch up with them only three minutes after Irina. And for the first time, I pour a portion of sperm into Irina's pussy.

Then I pull out my cock and shove it into Irina's ass, which is quite tight. From this, I grab Irina by the legs and impale her ass on my cock with enormous force, so that Irina cries out in pain. But after a few movements of my cock in her ass, her face melts in bliss. I begin to increase the pace in her tight ass. Irina, with one hand, begins to caress Natasha's breasts. And with the other, with three fingers to their full length, enters Natasha's pussy and begins to move back and forth in it. And Natasha caresses her breasts and body with her hands.

Three young, healthy, love-thirsty organisms work again, pleasing each other and moving towards the one whose name is bliss. And after about three minutes, they merge in a vocal trio. The cry of three people stunned by orgasm again shook this air already filled with the smell of sweat, sperm, and female nectar. The prolonged moans seem to know no end. Persistently working, each of us in our place prolongs them.

And when we gradually fall silent, we all suddenly fall onto this wide bed.

Irina lies in the middle and penetrates Natasha's pussy with three fingers. I, lying on my right side, kiss Irina's lips and penetrate her pussy with three fingers. And Natasha, lying on her left side, kisses Irina's breasts, and in her hand holds my cock, caressing it, as if in gratitude.

After caressing each other like that and resting in this position, we rearrange again.

I lie on the bed on my back. Irina sits on my neck and begins to rub her pussy against my lips.

Natasha takes my cock into her mouth and begins to suck it and shove it deeper, making movements into her mouth from her mouth, into her mouth from her mouth.

I lick the sperm flowing from Irina's pussy and with my hands stroke her ass.

A little more time passes, and we again, in the frenzy of orgasm, explode our organisms with cries. From Irina, the speed of flowing bliss intensifies. I greedily swallow them.

And Natasha accepts the fluid of my happiness into her mouth.

Freezing for seconds after the past orgasm, Irina falls onto the bed and falls silent from fatigue.

And I get on my knees and, before Irina's eyes, put Natasha on all fours, and begin to fuck her in the ass, feeling with what joy Natasha's ass accepts this gift of fate.

 — Oh, how pleasant — Natasha says with a moan, and her ass stretches onto my cock to the very end and comes off my cock, stretches and comes off. About three minutes of a concert before the tired Irina turn into the sigh of orgasm of her partners.

Screaming loudly together with Natasha and fucking her in the ass for another five minutes, and coming again, Natasha and I fall next to Irina.

I lie between my lovers, and hugging them tightly, and kissing them in