New Year — new life

So, on the eve of 2009, I remembered the celebration of the 2008 New Year.

There is a sign that says how you celebrate the New Year is how you will spend it.

And I, apparently, had to spend it in hungry loneliness and boredom:

I seemed to know, and he had nothing in common with “Vasechka”, he was generally Alexei.

It seems to me that I misunderstood her: Lyokha was not the first, but simply the last... I began to sleep poorly, eat without appetite (if I remembered it at all), and stopped shaving. In general, life was not a joy.

On one of these joyless days, the manager approached me. department.

- Roman Nikolaevich, may I ask an immodest question? - I didn’t even have time to realize that they were addressing me, because I was immersed in my experiences, as she continued: - Where do you intend to spend the New Year?

- Ah... uh, Olga Alexandrovna, to be honest, I don’t even think about celebrating it in any way, too many events happened the day before, and they are far from conducive to a festive mood, and finances are a bit tight.

- Well, believe me: breaking up with a girl is not a reason for such a long despondency, in which you have been immersed for a week, and you don’t have to be Abramovich to cheerfully celebrate the New Year.

- How did you find out? — I stared at her like an idiot.

- Ha, ha, I’m still the manager and I know what your income is; don’t worry, patients are already starting to talk about you as a specialist, and in a year you will have a line outside your office.

- No, I’m not talking about that... how did you find out about the girl?

Sparkles appeared in her eyes that were not entirely clear to me:

- Oh, you are still so inexperienced, your face is like an open book - she sighed.

- Is it the same square in ink?

Olga laughed melodiously:

- You see, you’re already starting to joke, which means you’re coming to life. So, on December 31, at 20-00, we are waiting for you at the address,” she then named the street, house and apartment, “there will be a lot of people, be in a good mood, you don’t need to bring alcohol and food: I still come across patients who spend my money and buy “magarychi”, so there are more vodkas, cognacs, martinis and other “Baileys” than in any other specialized store. I will forgive failure to appear only upon presentation of a certificate of death or broken legs. Both.

I realized that I was missing the meaning of the boss’s words, because I had been looking at her neckline for a minute. And there was something to look at - at thirty-eight, Olga looked great: elastic breasts of the third size, steep hips with a narrow waist, slender legs - not “over the top”, of course, but not looking short even with small heels.

Freckles were barely noticeable scattered across her cheeks, but they didn’t spoil the look at all, but on the contrary, they gave her some kind of charm - the contrast of a luxurious, exciting body and an innocent face drove her crazy. I never understood the expression “blush to the tips of my ears,” and now I didn’t even blush, but turned crimson. Naturally, Olga noticed that I was looking at her and smiled mysteriously.

— Sorry, I... well, kind of... I don’t know why,” I muttered and seemed like an oligophrenic to myself, but I couldn’t stop. He hung his head and began to back away a little. This often happens to people: having done one stupid thing, they try to correct it and commit even more unreasonable acts.

- I’ll forgive you, but only on the thirty-first, around 20-00, okay?

— … yes,” I said, my voice hoarse with embarrassment.

— Fool, why the hell did I come here?” - with such thoughts I pressed the call button. I was met by Olga’s husband, a flabby man of about forty-five, slightly shorter than me (about 180 cm).

— You are probably Roman, I’m Igor,” he extended his hand.

- Yes, - I was a little shy, - Olga Alexandrovna invited, - then my boss appeared in the corridor:

- Oh, Roman Nikolaevich, we’re just waiting for you, come in quickly.

I walked into a room where two men of about forty and three women were sitting at a set table. Two of them were Olga’s age, but the third was barely nineteen, and her face had very similar features to the face of my boss. She introduced me to the rest of the guests:

- Meet Roman, a talented chiropractor, Roman is Andrei and Kostya, their companions Angela and Sveta, but this young beast, a fan of Russian history, asks to be called only Kato.

Then everything went on as usual: as the temperature increased, the conversations became more relaxed, the topics freer. We celebrated the Old Year and greeted the New Year with the chimes ringing. The first feeling that they were trying to set me up with Kato passed, giving way to impatient anticipation, don’t forget: I haven’t had a woman for three weeks, and a seductive beauty, with a second breast size, a slender figure and the same innocent face as her sister, awakened very depraved scenes in my alcohol-fueled brain. And there was no doubt that my neighbor and Olga were sisters: the obvious resemblance was too obvious.

Someone played slow music and suggested we dance. Naturally, I danced with Kato, pressing her elastic body tightly to mine and choking on the scent of her hair. Then we danced a little more to the “energetic dancing” and returned to the table.

- Where did Anzhelka go? - asked Andrey, flushed from drinking and dancing. Olga answered him with a wink:

- Well, you know her, she decided to rest a little, then she’ll come back to us.

I must say, even though I was “inexperienced” in Olga’s eyes, I didn’t waste any time: Kato and I sat half-sideways to each other, she chirped cheerfully, and my tipsy brain tried to give birth to something witty - I managed without a cesarean. The seeds of effort fell on noble soil, but still, the hand unbuttoning my fly made me shudder.

- Are you okay? — Kato asked, smiling slyly, and her hand continued to massage my prickly penis.

- Oh, yes, honey, I can be in this “order” for the rest of my life.

It must be said that no one paid attention to our pranks: everyone was talking cheerfully, trying to shout over the TV that was on, and sat in an embrace, with Olga hugging Andrei, who had been abandoned by Angela, and Igor and Kostya sitting on either side of Sveta.

Then I felt a trembling all over my body from the touch of the tongue and lips on my head, but I immediately broke out in a cold sweat: Kato was sitting next to me and, as if to confirm my fears, she put her hand on the table and said:

— I’ll be gone for exactly one minute, don’t go anywhere,” with these words she left the table. I slowly lifted the edge of the tablecloth, trying not to attract attention. Angela's head methodically moved along the withered member, trying to revive it. Then she swallowed him completely, from the acuteness of the sensation the fighter again stood at attention, but, despite the fact that my “economy” was a little less than twenty cm in length and more than five in diameter, by some miracle the entire penis remained inside.

Angela began to make intense head movements with a small amplitude, sometimes stopping with the penis completely swallowed and licking the balls. Her drool was flowing all over me, already wetting my feet. She clearly enjoyed the process. As for me, I was going crazy, trying not to scream with delight and not show my condition with my face. Fortunately, no one touched me. Then she again swallowed all my flesh, licked my scrotum with her tongue and, in addition, began to make strong swallowing movements.

I couldn’t stand it and started going down her throat. Sperm splashed out of me in powerful bursts, echoing in my head like thunderous peals of my pulse. I think I even groaned a little.

- I propose a toast: to the lovely ladies! — through the veil I could see Andrey standing with a glass, — the men drink while standing, — but this phrase quickly brought me back to earth. Angela released the penis from her mouth, but clearly had no intention of helping me; on the contrary, she continued to lick the head and run her lips along the entire length. Kato returned.

Because of my hesitation, all eyes were turned to me, so it was not possible to simply put my hands under the table, hide my property and zip up my fly.

- Do you, Roma, think the ladies present here are unworthy to tear your butt off the chair? - Andrei said this, putting on a very unfriendly face. I’m not a small guy myself, but only now, when I realized what these drunk two meters and one hundred and fifty kilos of dense muscles could do to me for committing adultery with his wife, I wanted to become three hundred times smaller. Well, to hide in a crack between the wall and the baseboard, for example. Everyone around me was smiling, as if nothing was happening, as if a locomotive was not approaching me, and I was not tied to the rails.

— Right now, I’ll help you get up,” with these words the giant came up behind me and, grabbing me by the armpits, began to lift me up. I grabbed the chair in horror, and without any visible effort he lifted me and the chair.

Then everything was revealed, namely: the stuff sticking out of the fly and Angela’s face under the lifted tablecloth.

- Oh, you fucking slut, you fucking slut, - while Andrey was distracted by his wife, I slid off the chair and tried to straighten my clothes.

- Stop! Hands down! I'll hurt you, I said! — I had to remain uncovered, and the angry husband was already pulling his unfaithful wife out from under the table.

- Come on, stand next to your boyfriend, bitch! Do you look at them when they just had time to sing? Now I’ll let you bleed, I’ll rip the shit out of you and make you eat it! Where?! I said at the seams! — I tried to cover myself again.

- Andryusha, maybe you shouldn’t ruin them and yourself, well, you can punish them in some other way, huh? - It was my boss who timidly stood up for us. Only now something similar to a drop of shame flashed in my consciousness, but it immediately evaporated in the pan of fear. Andrei was deep in thought, and even thought he could hear the convolutions in his head moving.

- This is what I think: the bitch won’t want to, the dog won’t jump up, so my little woman needs to be punished first, but the dog here is also smart, we need to wean him off so that it won’t be discouraging.

Come on, take off your clothes, quickly, I said, otherwise I’ll tear them off myself and throw them out into the cold! - I had to undress, Angela quite naturally took off her dress, and under it were legs in lace stockings that had not known cellulite and a body with a smoothly shaved pubis and small but regular shapes. Andrey continued to command:

- Take your belt out of your trousers, and you go stand on the chair, so that your elbows are on the backs and your knees are at the legs - while I was taking out the belt, Angela meekly walked up to the chair and took the position indicated by her husband. It turned out very appetizing: bent knees, torso bent forward, legs spread to the sides, only the gorilla standing nearby cut off the opportunity to get aesthetic (and not only) pleasure.

This living closet like a master approached the furniture one and took out tape from the top shelf, thoroughly fixed his wife’s limbs and wrapped her mouth. Turned to me:

- Seki.

I stood and looked at the giant in a daze.

-What? - Now I’m ashamed to remember my fear, but at that moment I was glad and proud that I didn’t piss myself.

- Seki. Yes, thoroughly, in full force. And if you screw around, I’ll personally show you how to spank, only on your ass, understand?

- Yes, I understand.

-Here you go, good girl, get started!

I took the belt and approached the woman. Then she turned her head towards me with bulging eyes and began to hum something. I turned with hope to those sitting at the table, but I saw nothing but excitement and interest in their eyes. Then his gaze slid over Andrei's bearish muzzle - it was difficult to look anywhere without him falling into the field of view. He nodded at me questioningly, like: “Why are you up?” I turned around and hesitantly began spanking Angela with the belt. After a dozen such “blows”, the voice of a naturally gifted cuckold was heard from behind:

- “So, I’m now taking out my belt, and if you want to replace the woman, then stand right next to me, I’ll flog both of them, so much so that the flaps will come off from my ass - from his proposal a chill ran down my spine, and with a strong swing, I lowered belt on a woman's buttocks.

- Even more, more often, stronger! - Andrey encouraged with all his might. And I tried.

A thin trouser belt, whistling through the air, fell onto Angela’s back and buttocks. She shuddered violently, her butt became very red and involuntarily contracted with each blow. When the tip of the belt hit the crotch, it arched as far as the fixed arms and legs would allow, but the bonds were indestructible. This sight made me feel sick again. This did not escape Andrey’s attention:

- Yeah, so you liked it? Come on, fuck this whore in the ass. Why should good things go to waste? Do it, I said!

All this was reminiscent of a dream; whether it would be a nightmare or erotic directly depended on whether the gorilla would be pleased with me. Angela was breathing heavily and quickly through her nose when I grabbed her hips and touched her sphincter with my penis. She froze.

I pressed, and the head squeezed inside, then the woman began to twitch convulsively, and I even felt sorry for her: I had cases when girls refused to have sex with me after seeing my “handsome man”. So having a big penis isn't always all about the benefits.

— Come on, move your backside, faster,” Andrey began to encourage me again.

However, I no longer needed permission: the sight of a squirming, helpless lady with her butt planted on the penis stimulated frictional activity no worse than a loading dose of Viagra. I began to penetrate the woman’s intestine, carefully at first, still trying not to damage anything, but as I immersed I realized that although her anus fits my organ very tightly, I did not feel much resistance. And I began to selflessly pound her hole, driving it right up to my friend’s balls.

Angela began to wave, and I, inspired by her reaction, sped up my movements. A continuous moo was heard from the woman’s throat, which soon became low, she powerfully impaled herself on my penis several times and fell silent. I couldn't catch my breath when I felt that her anus began to vibrate finely - apparently she began to have spasms. From this sensation I began to cum. The orgasm was like a flash, sweet lightning shot through the body from the back of the head to the heels, the balls rose to the groin and seemed to jump out along with a stream of sperm, a viscous pain appeared in the scrotum, I fell on the woman without removing my penis from her ass.

I felt that I was separated from Angela, laid on many pillows and blankets brought by someone and scattered on the floor, but I could not lift a finger: my body could not cope with adrenaline, “hormones of happiness” and severe fatigue that overcomes many men after a good fuck. Angela was untied, and she lay down at my feet, beginning to diligently lick my foot and suck my toes.

An unknown excitement spread through the body in tickling waves, as I felt another mouth on the second foot: with difficulty opening my eyelids, I saw Olga, standing doggy style

my big toe, and from behind her the “deceived” Andrey was playing with measured movements. Turning my gaze to Angela, I saw that Igor was processing her from behind. Here another tongue slid across my nipples, regular practice and enormous experience were felt in Svetlana’s movements; accordingly, Kostya was caressing her from behind. The thought of where “my” Kato had gone had not yet had time to really form when I saw in front of my face a delicate, without a single hair, the most beautiful bud, which beckoned with its freshness and musky aroma.

I pressed my lips into it, trying to penetrate as deeply as possible with my tongue, licking all the folds, which made the unique smell dull a little, but Kato began to moan loudly and fidget on my face, leading me into wild excitement, although after what I had experienced I couldn’t even think that I would be good for anything else. My penis thought differently: it stood up again and trembled a little when waves of pleasure from the women licking me reached my brain. The girl’s movements became increasingly faster and arrhythmic, I grabbed her hips with force, and she began to pour out on my face. I reveled in her juices, but I wanted, I desperately wanted to feel myself in her womb. Kato's orgasm lasted a long time, when finally, exhausted, she leaned towards me and began to kiss me tenderly, I already thought that my penis would burst from overexcitation. She understood my state from my eyes:

I woke up lying still on the pillows, apparently very little time had passed since the last events I remembered. Although, the location of the intercourse bodies has changed. Kato was dozing on my chest, Igor was lying on his back next to me, Angela, carved by me, on his stomach, and Kostya was completing the “sandwich”. Он и задавал темп всей компании, двигаясь редкими, но мощными и быстрыми рывками, в конце каждого Анжела поскуливала, а Игорь хаотично дергался снизу, стараясь толкнуть резче одновременно с Костей.

Немного впереди, раскинув ноги и лаская себя, лежала Ольга, вылизывая то влагалище стоящей раком Светы, то мошонку мощно долбящего её зад Андрея. Вот Андрей начал трахать Свету немного быстрее и значительно резче. Женщина завыла. Андрей вытащил член из раздолбанного отверстия и направил его в широко открытый рот Ольги. Сперма мощными струями полетела в горло моей начальницы. «Вот извращенцы, разыграли целый спектакль, чтобы меня втянуть в свои вакханалии», — пронеслась в голове, наконец дошедшая до сознания мысль, — «а не всё ли равно, если я такого никогда не испытывал и вряд ли когда-нибудь смог бы? Нет, не ругать их нужно, а благодарить». Трио рядом тоже начало финишировать: но оба мужчины встали, пошпилили немного Энжи на весу и опустили её перед собой на колени. Она широко открыла рот и быстрыми движениями дергала мужикам поочерёдно облизывая головки, а иногда пытаясь заглотить обе. Первым начал кончать Игорь, сперма била ключом, Анжела не успевала глотать и вместе с слюнями стекала струйка по подбородку.

Последние брызги Игоря ещё летели, когда начал спускать Костя. Его сперма была прозрачнее и жиже, но её оказалось ещё больше. Зрелище было настолько возбуждающим, что у меня зашевелилось моё мужское естество. Но, видимо, предыдущие подвиги не дали мне помучиться от спермотоксикоза и я лишь крепче обнял Като. Возникло чувство, что это самый близкий мне человек и захотелось, несмотря на её развращенность, быть с нею рядом всегда.

Между тем народ потихоньку выдвигался в ванную, последними оказались мы с Катюшей. Я впервые за весь вечер назвал её так, хотя вслух повторить не решился. Нежно подняв её на руки, я отнес её под душ. Вместе, ласкаясь и обнимаясь, мы смыли с себя пот и все сопутствующие предыдущему действу жидкости.

— Выходи за меня замуж, — я сам испугался своих слов, но сейчас за меня говорило моё сердце.

— Хорошо, — на удивление легко согласилась Катенька.

— Что и всё? Вот так просто, никаких «я подумаю»? — я немного опешил.

— А что, ты хочешь, чтобы я дала тебе возможность передумать? Я не для того пошла на то, чтобы участвовать в забавах мамы и отчима, чтобы теперь тебя отпустить. Ты шокирован? Мне не стоило быть такой откровенной?

— Ты сказала «мамы»? — я не мог переварить услышанное.

— Да, а чего ты удивляешься? Мне восемнадцать, ей тридцать восемь, родила меня в двадцать, папаша бросил, я его даже не видела никогда.

Мать воспитывала меня в строгости, хотя будучи подростком я иногда видела подозрительные картины, они смущали меня, пока через неделю после моего совершеннолетия меня не пригласили на подобное мероприятие. Только обломилось им всем: трахаться куда бы то ни было я отказалась, но присутствовать приходилось: мать пыталась реабилитироваться передо мной, показав мне, ради чего она блудит, какие удовольствия можно получить… Довольно быстро я привыкла, даже появилось какое-то отвращение к сексу. Так было, пока я не пришла к матери на работу за какой-то мелочью и не увидела тебя, а ты не обратил на меня никакого внимания. Потом были мучительные полгода, когда я «сохла» по тебе. На оргиях стала внимательно наблюдать за изысканными методами ублажения мужчин, хотя до практики дело не доходило.

Чем и нравится мне эта компания, так это тем, что никто ни к чему не принуждает. А в случае с тобой, это был всего лишь спектакль с целью завлечь тебя в группу. Так что если ты не передумал жениться, то нужно публично лишить девственности все мои отверстия, рот ты уже мне «распечатал», остались влагалище и задница. Хотя, даже если ты передумал жениться, то я всё равно прошу тебя стать моим первым мужчиной во всех отношениях.

После таких откровенностей меня накрыло одеялом нежности, я обнял Като и прошептал:

— Я хочу быть с тобой. И я хочу, чтобы ты стала моей женой.

Мы вылезли из под душа и отправились в комнату, чтобы сделать объявление.

Ту би контъюнед…