Horned Observer

All happy families are alike, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. This is what Count Lev Nikolaevich wrote, it seems. And he added: “Everything was mixed up in the Oblonskys’ house...” In our family, too, everything was mixed up. Lyudka and I have been married for seven years and, in general, everything is like everyone else. The first three years were love-carrots and sex to the point of exhaustion. I fucked my wife almost every day and more than once. Laying down in bed, I trembled with impatience, waiting for Lyudka to finally undress, and my dick happily jumped up as soon as I saw her naked ass. And when she lay down next to her and I pressed myself against her from behind, and with my hand I habitually climbed into her pussy, that’s all

... I never wasted time on various foreplays, I forcibly turned my wife onto her back, unclenched her legs with my knee and pushed the end forward into her slit. And I didn’t give a damn that she was still dry, I didn’t give a damn that she wasn’t warmed up, but I fucked and fucked, and she just patiently waited for me to add salt.

Lyudka herself did not get much pleasure from this. I didn’t even know why then. I thought, well, the young woman probably wasn’t fucked up yet, or maybe she was severely torn during childbirth and damaged some erogenous zones, and this happens... In general, this didn’t interest me much. All the same, I brought her to orgasm, well, no fucking way, so with my hand, Lyudka came exclusively from my hand, or rather from my finger, when I smoothed her clitoris with it. But I still hoped that over time she would get fucked and, like other women (and I had other women from time to time), moan about dick. Time passed, but everything remained the same for us: on my part it was a hurricane, but on hers it was silence. The same thing every day. It was probably because of this ordinariness and this silence during intercourse that I grew cold. Every month I fucked my wife less and less, until I completely abandoned this matter.

Lyudka didn’t pay attention to it at first, but then she did and sounded the alarm. I started to tense up. She began to take it into her mouth and put it in her ass, but everything was not the same. There was no whoreness in her that I always fell for in women. Just effort and patience, but this made me neither cold nor hot, it only made me worse. The matter was slowly but surely heading towards divorce. In the end, last summer we made one last attempt to improve our intimate relationships (otherwise, by the way, oddly enough, everything was fine with us). We decided to spend our vacation together at sea, in Crimea. That's where we met. And so, either my wife had a vision, or someone suggested it, she persuaded me to return there and, like, start all over again. True, I resisted a little - the ears of a dead donkey are all that, I thought, and then I agreed.

There is some kind of conservatism in me - I even throw away old things when there is absolutely no use left for them. But for the sake of my family, my wife, yes, please, I would agree to something other than that... So off we went. By train to Simferopol, then by car to Koktebel. We arrived, rented a room, and began to relax. Sea, sun, air... what else does a person need for happiness and sex. Well, you know all this yourself. And it seemed to somehow even help. On the very first day, I fucked Lyudka, fucked him just like before in our best times, and, so to speak, ejaculated with sperm in my wife’s pussy. Still, a change of scenery, all the smart books write about it... And then Lyudka, as always, immediately got burned in the southern sun and was so ruddy, so hot, so inviting... In general, I fucked her for the first time in probably six months.

Fucked... and then stop again... Ales, again on the brakes, again kaput... My dick gets up, but I can’t cum, no matter what you do, something is still missing. Some kind of stagnation in the brain... Moreover, suddenly various distracting circumstances appeared from the outside. Well, you can probably imagine what a holiday at a resort is. This Koktebel is a large village, a bunch of houses on the seashore. At each house of the “boarding house” type, in our Soviet style, there are outbuildings, rooms, sheds for vacationers, for $3 per day. Lyudka and I lived at the very end of a long row of such rooms. The windows looked out onto some kind of ravine, overgrown with cherry plum and other southern trees, and the entrance was from a small courtyard. In the courtyard there was a table, benches, a tile for cooking and a washbasin for washing.

At this table, we, together with other fellow vacationers, our neighbors, had breakfast, lunch and dinner. After dinner they usually fermented it, fortunately there was cheap wine from the house. As always, the people were very diverse, both in level and occupation, as they used to say, “from all over our vast Motherland,” but over wine everyone got to know each other quickly and everyone had a lot of fun and good time together, like in one big family. In the room next to us there lived a purely male company: three men lived there. I immediately noticed one of them, Anatoly. And it was simply impossible not to notice him. He was a strong guy, about thirty-five years old, dark-haired, with a neatly shaved, bull-like mustache. He walked exclusively bare-chested, with an open hairy chest and in figure-fitting black bicycle shorts.

These bike shorts were the point... Not only did they not hide from prying eyes, but on the contrary, they were very, very strong! emphasized all the advantages of Anatoly. He had appetizing, muscular buttocks turning into long slender legs, and from the front... Anatoly’s penis was clearly visible from the front. That was a dick!!! not some kind of lump. God sent the peasant a gift, that’s the way he sent it. The penis was simply unimaginable in size, somewhere far beyond even twenty cm and proportional to this thickness. And this is only in his calm “lying down” state. There were clearly not enough bicycle shorts to accommodate such great dignity and therefore the dick constantly changed its location. Either he was lying in the left trouser leg, almost sticking out of it, then in the right. Either Anatoly positioned his gun sideways or upward.

And all the time there was a huge bulge in his pants, like some kind of hump, into which the gaze of everyone who met Anatoly rested. When I first saw this hump, I froze in place with my mouth open in amazement, and Anatoly walked past with a victorious look and a slight grin on his lips. One look at this man was enough to understand what it was, who it was and why it was. A stud of studs, a stud of studs, a dick - one word, because, well, what else could one do with such wealth but not fuck, fuck and fuck, fuck left and right, I personally can’t even imagine what else to do besides this. Well, maybe he can hang around pears in local orchards. And on the third day I personally had to verify this all.

After lunch, when Lyudka, like all holidaymakers, indulged in a “siesta,” that is, an afternoon nap at the hottest time of the day, I felt the urge to piss. The toilet was located in the far corner of the garden and was a building of architecture familiar to every Russian person. I made my way along the path among the blackberry bushes to this building, and was about to open the door when I suddenly heard a muffled sob from somewhere on the side, from the very corner of the garden. I froze and listened. After a moment, the sob was repeated, then again... I stood there for a while, thinking, and then slowly, stealthily, I followed the sound. In the corner of the garden, stone blocks were stacked for building a house. I carefully approach these blocks, look behind them and go crazy. There's so much fucking going on there!!!

In short, this same Anatoly is screwing the woman with all his might. And I immediately recognized this woman, one of our people, one of the vacationers, called Inna. You know this one already in your early forties, completely ordinary and I would even say simple, too simple. And like all simple women, she is quite plump and plump, but with big tits and a big ass. It seems she was an accountant from some northern town and came to rest at the seaside with her husband and two children, a boy and another boy... “All this guard of hers is probably also sleeping now, sleeping and doesn’t know... how good it is for their mother here...” I thought. A woman is lying on some old mattress, burnt in several places, her robe is unbuttoned, her legs are wide open, and this fucker Tolyan is naked on top of her, his bicycle shorts are lying to the side and he has such a pipe sticking out from under his stomach that it’s just crazy.

And on this pipe he has Inna. And she bulged her eyes like crazy, her whole face was red, the veins on her temple were swollen, she covered her mouth with her panties, grabbed them with her teeth and now mooed like a half-milked cow: “Mmmmm-mmmm-mmmm!!!...”, and when Anatoly pushes further into her, she can’t hold back, apparently such pleasure comes for her that she closes her eyes, throws her head back, arches she's all sobbing so much that she's already envious. And her pussy is already so wet, so wet... it feels like they’ve been fucking for a long time... And they were both sweating, it’s hot... And here he is, wow... wow... with his dick, and she mmm-mmm... aaah... And he again her... wow... wow... And she... aaaah!!!... And so on for probably another minute... And then Anatole will push her up to her balls and with his ass shook, finely, finely, like a dog on a bitch... apparently began to cum...

And poor Inna Nikolaevna spread her arms, turned all purple, her eyes actually popped out of their sockets, she unclenched her teeth, opened her mouth... I already thought that Anatol had already pierced her right through with his monster, now his dick will come out of her mouth, but nothing like that didn’t happen, but only Inna let out such an inhuman scream that the whole of Koktebel probably shuddered from it... and then another... and another... Like a woman having an orgasm, she forgot about everything in the world... Yes... this of course should have been seen... this should have been heard... it was classic fucking... People can do that... And they also said we don’t have sex! Eat! and what a... I hastened to retreat while these people were still recovering from intercourse, took a piss on my penis, which had become erect from the sight, and was about to head out, when suddenly I again caught the already familiar sobs.

— Ho! They give it to me!” – I thought. - “They continue... Yes! They seem to be doing this seriously and for a long time. Apparently they can’t tear themselves away from each other... Well, on the other hand, I also seem to be in no hurry”... and I crept back. Still such a spectacle!!! When will you see something like this again?! Tolyan continued to lie on Inna in the same position as before. Only now he fucked her more actively and energetically, with the entire length of his weapon, and constantly changing the directions of the blows, to the side, and straight, and up, and down. Poor Inna was sobbing every second, she was shaking all over as if in a fever, and her frozen eyes were unblinkingly looking somewhere up and back. Her robe was unbuttoned all the way to the top and her long, stretched tits hung in heavy drops somewhere under her armpits. From time to time Tolyan squeezed and crushed them tightly with his hands.

And at the same time I was fucking her, fucking her... oh fuck, how I was fucking... I was already dripping with saliva from my open mouth, and when Tolyan began to cum again in his own way, in a dog’s way, often, often trembling with his ass, I felt that I myself was dripping, for the first time I was dripping without any jerking off... I remember reading somewhere that voyeurism is the most exciting thing in sex, but not I thought it was to that extent. And it was all so fucked up that I continued to watch this “movie” for the third episode. And this Anatoly, apparently, never threw less than three sticks. Only Inna was probably not used to this. After the second stick she was just completely out of it, well, absolutely nothing. She lay with her legs apart and her eyes closed. Apparently she couldn’t move her legs anymore, it was cramping, and she didn’t even have the strength, but she still opened her eyes after Anatoly slammed his palm hard on her cheeks several times.

— I can’t do it anymore, I can’t do it anymore, I can’t…” she whined. “Well, it’s okay, it’s okay, it happens... your husband doesn’t seem to fuck you at all...” he said. “He doesn’t give a fuck at all...” echoed Inna. - “Well, at least you’ll fuck with me... Right now we’ll have sex one more time and you’ll go to rest...” - “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t do it anymore, I can’t... he’s so big, so huge, so... I can’t...” - but Tolyan didn’t listen or talk anymore. His pipe still confidently stuck out from under his stomach. Not paying attention to the woman’s lamentations, he turned her over on her stomach, then lifted her by the ass and, placing her doggy style, sharply impaled her on his dick. “Oh-oh-oh-oh...” Inna began to groan loudly, but the man roughly pushed her muzzle into the mattress and she fell silent. Only her quiet howl, Anatole’s snoring, and the squelching of his dick in her pussy broke the midday silence.

Inna had the wide ass of a forty-year-old woman who had given birth twice. Anatoly held that ass with both hands and moved it back and forth on his dick. Inna's tits swayed in time with the movement of her ass. Everything was as simple and ordinary as intended in nature. Well, a woman came to the resort, well, with her husband, well, with children, well, she met a man with a big dick, well, she couldn’t resist, and she got three sticks in half an hour. This is life! This is nature! and you can’t go against nature... The pace of fucking became more and more frequent. The dick entered Inna Nikolaevna’s pussy more and more often, her tits swayed more and more. More and more often... more and more strongly... And so Tolyan, once again pulling his pussy onto the dick, did not begin to pull it back, but pressed his pubis even more tightly to the ass and mooed, mooed, like an inseminating bull on a cow... long and deep... and throughout the whole area... and there inside his sperm splashed... splashed and spread across the woman’s vagina... and was absorbed into her...

When the sperm had drained, Anatoly with a sigh sank onto the mattress next to the woman standing doggy style. The horse is a horse, but he’s also tired. Inna straightened her legs with effort and also lay down on her stomach. The End. End of the movie! It’s time to fuck off - I realized and quietly crawled out of this cozy corner of love. And the legs, the legs... just like cotton wool, as if it weren’t Tolyan, but I myself was throwing poles of wood into my pussy... and such a heaviness in my panties that wow... I walked away and, unable to bear it, jerked off in the bushes, frantically tugging at my penis that was ready to burst... oh fuck, I wish I had one like Anatoly’s... oh, I would have done such things then... I wouldn’t have gotten off the women... I would wave my dick left and right... spray sperm back and forth... and fuck, fuck, fuck... I would fuck everyone without stopping... and I would fuck everyone... everyone would be sitting on my dick... oh, fuck! it's flowing!!! my seed dripped onto the dry Crimean soil... there will now be fertilizer for the owner's flora...

Having freed the overflowing eggs, a little tired, but completely satisfied that I had not spent the “quiet hour” in vain, I hurried to the hut, and suddenly my wife had already woken up there and was looking with all her might... But, passing by the room where Inna’s family lived, I slowed down a little again and paused. The door was open and, the devil tugging at me for something, I carefully looked behind the curtain covering the doorway. Inna Nikolaevna's husband and her two sons snored and snored peacefully on their beds. “Well, sleep, sleep, little doves, and you horned goat, sleep too!” - I grinned, scratched my skull, and went to my room, thinking about the vicissitudes of life and fate... There was a woman - an honest wife, a mother of two, a happy woman, I suppose, what else was needed, but for no apparent reason she became a whore and a whore, a slave for other men's men - well, why does this happen?...

There was a man, like a man, respected in his village and at work, and now, for nothing and without asking, they made him a horned goat... It’s all wonderful... it’s strange and incomprehensible... Much is unclear... it’s unclear, at least, for example, how Inna’s husband would react if I told him everything about his wife... or something else... It’s even more unclear how I would react myself, tell someone about mine, about Lyudka that is... I really don’t know - I don’t know... it’s difficult to say... it probably depends a lot on my mood, on some random turn of thought... but in general, if I’m being completely honest, how can I say this... all of this really excites me, it’s just crazy... all these thoughts about cheating, about lascivious wives and on... on... I’m afraid to even think... Well, now tell me, who after such spectacles and after jerking off like that, fucking needs his own wife and what kind of family life is there after that, excuse me. Yes, no... no at all... and no matter how much my wife pestered me in the evening, I remained indifferent... that is, absolutely... I had neither the strength nor the desire in particular... Well, I just don’t want... or no, I want... I want a woman, I really want... but not my own, but another, someone else’s... My wife fumbled around for about half an hour, then sighed sadly and walked away... But she wanted... she wanted... she wanted... also, not stone... also, apparently... she must her... You can’t put your pussy anywhere... you can’t put it anywhere... you can’t put it away and you can’t sew it up... Yessss...

About two days passed. It all happened and started in the morning. I went to the market to buy fruit. Lyudka stayed at home, shamanizing about breakfast near the stove. I left the house, climbed the hill and was about to go down from it, when suddenly it was as if something knocked, or rang, or clanged in my head - look around! I took it and looked around. And from this hill, our entire house and our entire yard are visible, right in the palm of your hand. And I see this courtyard of ours, I see my wife at the stove, and next to me I see whoever you thought... Anatoly! I still think that? Is this why everyone can’t sleep? After all, go fuck yourself all night long. I stomped around on the hill, not knowing what to do. And these guys down there are, like, talking about something. Maybe it’s about nothing, or maybe... For some reason, Anatoly is standing painfully close to Lyudka. She really feels the warmth from his dick. И смеется она вроде, да! вроде смеется, как то уж очень не так…

В общем, в голове у меня опять что-то щелкнуло и я опрометью бросился вниз, только не к дому и не от дома, а вбок, вдоль забора, туда в овраг, в который выходили окна нашей комнаты и от которого каменной стеной был отгорожен этот самый дворик. Проскакал я, как горный козел по всем этим кучам щебня, по кустам с колючкой, по горам какого-то тряпья на помойке… Проскакал, немного отдышался и только потом тихо подкрался к стенке, за которой был двор, осторожно заглянул в дыру между камнями. А во дворике-то уже никого и не было. У меня как-то странно замутило где-то внизу живота. Я метнулся к нашему окну. Оно было открыто. Я осторожно приблизился к нему и, привстав на цыпочках, заглянул в комнату. О-ОООО! Предчувствия его не обманули! Смотрю, у стола стоит моя Людка, типа, колбасу режет, а сзади к ней уже вовсю прижимается этот самый Толян.

Прижимается и прижимается, прижимается и прижимается, и одновременно еще и оглаживает мою Людку обоими руками и с боков и спереди. Оглаживает, оглаживает, а у самого, я смотрю, уже так стоит в штанах! такая, блядь, колбасина! и вот он ею все трется и трется, трется и трется, и все о Людкину жопу. Вот, думаю, лучше бы эту его колбасину Людка ножом своим порубала, вот тогда бы было дело. А Анатолий потихоньку расстегивает одну пуговичку на Людкином халате, потом другую, лезет туда и обоими руками хватается за Людкину грудь. И начинает лапать. Лапать и лапать… Ну вот чтобы Вы сделали на моем вот месте? Устроили бы хай? Полезли бы в окно и уебали бы этого Толяна так, чтобы он всю оставшуюся жизнь работал на таблетки? И жене бы заодно еще пиздюлей наваляли? Чтобы не забывалась. Yes, sure.

Наверное так поступил бы каждый, каждый настоящий мужик. Только вот не я. Я так не поступил. Я все боролся и боролся с мыслями, все думал и думал, что делать и как, а в результате так и остался стоять на месте. Очень уж меня все это, если по-честному, возбуждало, вот это, то что мою жену другой мужик имеет, очень уж хотелось посмотреть чем все это дело кончится. Вот я и стоял, и смотрел на все это из-за окна, и потихоньку дрочил. А Толян тем временем расстегивал на Людке халат все дальше и дальше, и наконец расстегнул его совсем. Людка вся дрожала, коленки у нее подгибались. Она стояла, наклонив голову набок и закрыв глаза. Нож выпал из ее рук и с лязгом брякнулся об пол. Вот и примета сбылась – мужик пришел. Только все наоборот. Сначала мужик пришел, мою бабу за сиськи взял, а только потом нож упал.

Мне кажется к тому моменту Людка уже смирилась со всем тем, что должно было после этого произойти. Кажется, ей этого даже уже хотелось. Только вот боялась она еще немного, что я вдруг неожиданно быстро вернусь и застукаю ее с этим вот любовничком. А Толян не терял времени даром. Он еще немного полапал Людку за сиськи, а потом решительно залез всей своей огромной пятерней ей в трусы. «Не надо…» – вяло попыталась сопротивляться Людка, но тут же застонала, когда Толян своим средним и самым толстым пальцем провел ей вдоль щели. «Течешь уже, сучка!» – довольно прошептал Толян. Он вытащил руку, обтер ее о свои штаны, потом взял Людку за плечи обоими руками и резко стащил с нее халат. Потом также резко стащил с нее трусы и опять прижался к ней сзади, к ее голым теперь ляжкам.

Я смотрел на свою голую жену в объятиях этого вурдалака и часто-часто дрочил. Анатолий лапал жену по всему телу: за плечи, за грудь, за живот, за ляжки, за пизду, за ноги… а я стоял и дрочил на все это. А Людка все только шепотом повторяла: «Ну не надо… Не надо… Ну я очень Вас прошу… не надо…» Анатолий развернул ее к себе лицом, высунул свой мясистый и толстый язык, облизал Любкины губы, а потом засосал их в себя. Он сосал и засасывал ее губы, а саму Людку все крепче и все туже прижимал к себе, прижимал ее торчащие сиськи к своей волосатой груди, прижимал за жопу ее пизду к своему хую. И она чувствовала и его язык, и его волосатую грудь и его огромный член и все больше и больше отдавалась ему. sexpornotales.cc Моя Людка уже не принадлежала мне, а принадлежала вот этому Толяну, этому орангутангу, о котором еще несколько дней назад я и слыхом не слыхивал.

Надо сказать Толян все делал достаточно умело, уверенно и грамотно. По Людкиному лицу растекалось такое блаженство, какого я на нем никогда-никогда, за все годы нашей совместной жизни, никогда еще не видел. Хотя и не скажу, что я уж каким-то лохом в этой теме был… Наконец, Анатолий решил показать моей жене свое орудие. Он отступил от нее на шаг и стащил велосипедки. Толстый хуй тяжело вывалился из них, закачался и стал медленно подниматься, все увеличиваясь и увеличиваясь в своих размерах. Людка приоткрыла глаза, охнула и снова зашептала: «Ох не надо… не надо… прошу Вас…» Не обращая на ее причитания никакого внимания, Толян просунул свою дубину ей между ногами, посадил на нее Людку и стал потихоньку тереться своим хуем об ее пизду. Почувствовав такой хуй у себя между ногами, моя жена немного опомнилась, попыталась слезть и отодвинуться от Толяна, но тот крепко прижимал ее к себе, не давал слазить и все терся и терся о Людкину промежность.

А натешившись этим, он поднял Людку за жопу и потащил на кровать. Толстая залупа торчала между Людкиными ногами со стороны жопы и казалась готова была взорваться, настолько она была надутая, настолько натянутая, вся какая-то иссиня-красная. «Сейчас он ей вставит! Сейчас он Людке вставит! Сейчас он ее выебет!» – застучало у меня в мозгах. Но я не сдвинулся с места. Анатолий положил мою Людку на кровать, раздвинул ей ноги, сам опустился на нее сверху и стал потихоньку вправлять. «Сейчас, сейчас, сейчас…» Как при замедленной киносъемке, я увидел, как толстая залупа этого Толяна, этого ебаря-убийцы, этого мужлана-мужика уперлась моей жене в пизду. Я увидел, как раздвинулись половые губы, как залупа по смазке съехала ко входу во влагалище, раздвинула его и всунулась туда наполовину. Жена почувствовав, что ее уже ебут, вдруг заплакала навзрыд, как девчонка, которой рвут целку.

Толи ей действительно было больно от такого размера, толи ей было стыдно изменять в первый раз, изменять мне, своему мужу, толи ей просто было приятно ощущать член незнакомого мужчины в себе… Я не знаю… Она плакала, я смотрел, как ебут мою жену, а Анатолий продолжал делать свое дело. Вся его залупа уже вошла в Людкину пизду. Людка заплакала еще громче. Анатолий вошел в нее на треть, она зарыдала, потом наполовину, она стала визжать, наконец Анатолий резко втолкнул в нее весь хуй по самые яйца, Людка захрипела, а я в этот момент кончил. Боже мой, никогда в жизни я так не кончал, как вот в тот день, когда Анатолий при мне выебал мою жену. Я выплеснул из себя столько спермы, сколько обычно выплескиваю раз за пять. Под окном еще долго потом оставалась большая невысыхающая студенистая лужица, как будто кто-то принес с моря и бросил там подыхать большую медузу.

Я даже, кажется, на какое-то время сознание тогда потерял. А когда понемногу пришел в себя, первое что я услышал, это было мерное поскрипывание кровати. Анатолий ебал мою жену, кончал в нее, она кончала, он пыхтел, она стонал, а я смотрел на все это и никак не мог взять в толк, где я, кто я, и что здесь происходит. В ушах стоял какой-то звон, все расплывалось перед глазами. Потом силы потихоньку вернулись, я бросил последний взгляд в окно, ебля моей жены еще продолжалась, а я потихоньку поплелся прочь. Прочь, прочь и прочь… Куда идти я сначала и не знал. Но потом направился к морю. Искупался, полежал там… Постепенно пришел в себя. В какой-то момент мне стало ужасно стыдно за все, что произошло. "Goat! Теперь ты настоящий козел!» – шептал я про себя. Но потом как-то успокоился. Ну и что собственно такого произошло. Nothing. Рано или поздно это случается со всеми мужьями и со всеми женами.

Все рано или поздно изменяют. Надо только не циклиться на этом, а постараться получить от этого удовольствие. А я испытал ну просто охуительнейшее удовольствие…

Когда я вернулся домой, жена лежала на кровати, с головой накрытая простыней, ну прям, как покойница. Я спросил ее что она, как она, она промычала в ответ, что приболела и что никуда не пойдет. Я сказал: «Ну и ладно» и тоже прилег и вскоре даже уснул. Так вдвоем мы и проспали до самого вечера. А вечером к нам в дверь постучали. Это к нам в гости снова пожаловал Анатолий…