Zenit vs Spartak match
My friend Ksyusha's birthday fell on a Saturday, and she suggested we all go celebrate it in St. Petersburg.
We gathered on Friday, got in the car, and the four of us set off to celebrate her birthday. We are all married ladies, roughly the same age, 38/39 years old, all with children and in marriages. Here was a chance to get away from family, work, and the daily routine—why not, so we decided to go. And so we were already driving along the Moscow-St. Petersburg highway, anticipating how we would spend this weekend and celebrate Ksyusha's birthday!
Zhanna suggested starting Saturday with cultural mass events, going to the Hermitage, walking through museums
and going to a bar in the evening. Lena, however, said we should start with a bar and there was no point in us walking through museums, we wouldn't find any adventures there. So, in principle, we decided that today we would sleep off the journey, and tomorrow when we woke up we would walk around St. Petersburg and continue our evening at a bar.A little about us:
Zhanna is a dark-haired Tatar, 38 years old, height 159 cm, long black hair, size 3 breasts, a juicy round ass.
Lena is a blonde, height 179 cm, slim, size 1.5 breasts, a small neat ass, Teacher of the Year in Russian language.
Kristina is a brunette, not tall, 156 cm, short haircut, slightly overweight but still an appetizing girl with size 3 breasts and a large, firm butt.
And then there's me, Olesya. I'm not far from Kristina, our figures and height are the same, only I have a bob haircut.
We checked into the hotel, and everyone went to sleep as we were tired from the journey.
Saturday arrived, we had lunch and left the hotel. The weather didn't please us much; it was already the end of summer, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and it was drizzling on and off. After walking for a short while, we headed to a bar.
After each of us had drunk about 4 mugs of beer, we were already in quite a good mood, and some young guys sitting at the next table started getting to know us. They turned out to be fans of the football club Zenit. That evening, Zenit was playing Spartak. We weren't against chatting, we joined the tables, and started talking and getting acquainted. The match was supposed to start in a couple of hours. After 1.5 hours of active conversation with the guys and drinking just as many more mugs of beer, we were ready to cheer for Zenit. But then, unexpectedly for everyone in the bar, the lights went out.
— A power line failure," said the bartender. "The power won't be back until tomorrow.
The guys—Anton, Misha, Egor, and Dima—suggested going to another bar or somewhere that would show the match. We weren't against it. None of us had received male attention from anyone other than our husbands in a long time. We stepped aside to discuss it and decided we would go, but we wouldn't cross the line.
And so, in the evening at 8, we went looking for where we would watch this match. There were no spots in two neighboring bars, and then Misha got a call from his friend who suggested we come to his place. We weren't against it; the guys' company was good and they behaved decently. No one was hitting on us or crossing the lines of decency, and besides, they were younger than us.
We went to the apartment. There were four more young guys at the apartment. We didn't even have time to properly get acquainted before the match started. Everyone sat down and started watching. I got so into the match that I didn't notice what was happening around me. At some point, I felt that after the beer I'd drunk, I was getting wildly sexually aroused. I felt my panties getting wet from the lubrication that was continuously secreting. I decided to go out to smoke on the balcony. Passing by the bedroom, I saw Zhanna on all fours on the bed, and two young guys were fucking her from both sides. One was holding her by the waist, and the second, holding her head, was greedily fucking her mouth. She no longer had her pants on; she was only in a T-shirt with her tits out, which were moving in rhythm as she was being fucked.
I froze at that moment and couldn't take my eyes off it. I was experiencing both wild arousal and shock simultaneously. My hand reached for my pussy on its own. I stood there massaging my clit, watching Zhanna get fucked. At that moment, I felt a man's hand on my shoulder. I turned around; it was Anton. He put his other hand on my shoulder and started pushing down. I slowly knelt down in front of him. He held the back of my head with one hand and with the other started unzipping his fly. His cock fell onto my face. He took it and directed it into my mouth. I closed my lips, but he started pushing on the back of my head so that I had to open my mouth and take his cock. As soon as I took it in my mouth, he started increasing the pace, holding my head. At some point, I felt someone take me by the hips and put me in doggy style. I felt my skirt being lifted, my panties pulled down to my knees, a cock head pressing against my pussy. I was grabbed by the hips and entered sharply, which made me take Anton's cock even deeper. Thoughts started flashing through my head that two young guys were fucking me doggy style. I didn't even know who was fucking me from behind. Anton said at that moment, "I have an idea," pulled his cock out of my mouth—I saw my saliva stretching after it—turned me around, and sent me to the bed where Zhanna was. I noticed that the guys fucking her had already changed; there were others. Anton laid me on my back, took Zhanna by the hair, and pulled her towards him. Zhanna sat on top of me, her pussy on my face. At that moment, someone inserted a cock into Zhanna. I greedily buried myself in her clit. The cock fucking Zhanna was rubbing against my face. At that moment, someone spread my legs and entered me. Zhanna followed my example and also started licking me. Arousal swept over me from head to toe. I started to cum. At that moment, the cock slipped out of Zhanna and fell onto my face. Semen flowed from her slit onto my face. I started licking the semen from her hole. Zhanna got off me and lay down next to me. I saw that it wasn't Anton fucking me anymore. The guy pulled his cock out of me and came on my stomach. With a satisfied smile, he left. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash off his semen. My legs were trembling from the pleasure I'd received. In the living room on the sofa, Lena was sitting with her legs spread, and in front of her, Kristina was on all fours licking her. At that moment, Lena was sucking someone's cock, and behind Kristina, guys were taking turns.
The bathroom was empty. I looked at myself in the mirror. My whole face was covered in semen and lubrication from Zhanna. Also semen on my stomach. I got into the bathtub to take a shower. Moans could be heard from the rooms. Over the sound of the water, the bathroom door opened and two guys came in who weren't there when we arrived. They were older and in Zenit uniforms. "Oh, the Spartak slut Anton was talking about," one of them said. "Get on your knees, open your mouth," one of them commanded. Out of fear, I followed their instructions, squatted in the bathtub, and opened my mouth. "Look what an obedient bitch. Now close your eyes." I closed my eyes and felt a warm stream start filling my mouth.
— Ugh, it's urine!" I screamed and got slapped.
To be continued