You can celebrate the New Year like this too.

We decided to celebrate the New Year at the dacha. Get together with your group. With us, this same company is permanent. My wife’s sister, with whom I sometimes sleep, a couple of girlfriends without men, and her brother and his wife. I went early. We need to heat the house, heat the bathhouse, and get everything ready. Everything was prepared for the table at home, no matter what. The main dish was a pot of meat for shish kebab, which I took with me. There is no point in tempting everyone.

Gray brought the guests closer to nine in the evening. Turmoil. Time is running out, and we still need to set the table, cook the barbecue, and other things. The bathhouse was postponed until later, first the feast. It was fun, as can only be among good

acquaintances. We sat, drank, and started playing different games. The girls prepared a theatrical performance on a New Year's theme. We had a blast. Everything is good at the dacha, the only bad thing is that the toilet is not very comfortable. On the street. And it’s winter, it’s freezing, so you won’t be able to sit too long. I ran out to take a leak, and here on you - my wife’s sister and her friend sat down almost at the porch and took a leak themselves, freezing the snow for me. By the way, it’s up to me to clean up afterwards. Back towards me, towards the garden in front. The hems are thrown over the back, the panties are pulled down and they are urinating recklessly. I couldn’t stand this, I grabbed full handfuls of snow and put them in my panties. Squeal, squeak!

Any crime does not go unpunished. At their screams, everyone jumped out of the house. The picture is still the same. Two fools are standing, their panties on their knees, screaming at the top of their voices and not trying to pull up their panties. And they’re doing the right thing. They’ll freeze your dicks off in no time. And I’m standing next to him, bent over with laughter. And it was in vain that he stood there. The legs had to be done. Women's solidarity was fully demonstrated. The women instantly fell on me and before I could blink an eye, I was freed from my pants, pulled down to my knees. And no matter how hard I tried to fight back, it was beyond human power. My pants were full of snow, just like the girls'. Gray, who tried to come to my aid, was betrayed by his wife.

She braided his legs with hers and held him while the others felled him like ancient mammoth hunters. And my fate befell him. But the Russians don't give up! As soon as they let us go, we pulled up our pants a little (oh, how bad it is when your pants are full of snow!) and rushed into battle. You won’t see such a bunch of mala even in kindergarten. It helped that all the women were wearing dresses. And we, lifting up their dresses, pulling down their panties, filled these parts of their clothes with snow. Not without resistance, of course. Only at the end did the women themselves overwhelm their more fortunate companions, who had escaped our hands, and stuffed snow under their hems.

Having rolled around in the snow, we jumped into the house. My hair was in tatters, my makeup was running, my clothes were wet. There is only one way out: everyone goes to the bathhouse. Warm up. Separation by gender was postponed until more favorable times. You can get into our bathhouse from the street, or from home. Who would run down the street in wet clothes to freeze their already frozen ass? And the crowd rushed forward, straight through the veranda. The dressing room, although decent in size, could barely accommodate us. They tore off their clothes and threw them on the benches. Then we’ll figure out where and whose. the first bodies burst into the bathhouse and took places on the shelf, the rest, less efficient, got places on the benches. and to hell with it, the main thing is warmth in the bathhouse. It's even hot. And I also threw a ladle on the heater. Lafa! We sit and warm ourselves.

Such an abundance of naked female bodies makes my eyes widen. Different body sizes, different tit sizes. And the pubes are different. The rest is not visible due to the clenched legs. But pubes come in all sorts of colors and styles. Some have shaved heads, others have flirty hairstyles. But the razor went through everyone. The times of unshaved pubes have sunk into oblivion, remaining only in remote villages. Women hid their secrets, but with Sery, everything is on display, everything is out in the open. It’s good that he doesn’t get up after snow procedures.

Warmed up, tongues loosened. The ancients said: My tongue is my enemy. Well, shut up and snore in two holes. No, I was drawn to discussing the merits of each of the women. I’m sitting there, gushing like a nightingale, acting like a home-grown connoisseur and a humorist. And only when a dense mass of female bodies began to move towards me in a single impulse, I realized my mistake. Out of stupidity, out of fear, for some other reason, he just jumped out the door that led to the street. And this horde of furies and harpies is behind me. Ser wisely squeezed into a corner and pretended to be soap or a washcloth. it doesn’t matter who, the main thing is that they didn’t touch him.

I rushed around the garden screaming, overcoming the snowdrifts, and behind me, with the same scream, rushed a crowd of naked women, burning with a thirst for revenge. The promise to tear something off and put it in your mouth instead of your tongue was the softest. What prompted Sergunya to help, I still don’t understand. Only then the door to the bathhouse swung open, I immediately flew into it and grabbed the handle, withstanding the pressure of the enemy infantry. I hold the door, they pull it from the other side, kick it with their bare feet, calling all heavenly punishments on my head. The hostess was excellent. The hop had long since left us and she remembered that there was another way to the bathhouse. When I understood the reason for the silence outside the door, all that was left was to jump onto the shelves in the hope of mercy for the vanquished. Seryoga managed to splash a ladle of water on the hot stones and the bathhouse was filled with steam. With this I won a few more moments, so little allotted to me by the angry women. These Amazons dropped in with the desire to rip me off and mix me with soap suds, and while they were sorting out the hus of hu, at the same time walking along the Gray, it fuse and passed. So there was little bloodshed.

Everyone was crowded at the very top. In cramped conditions, but not in offence. They drove the frost out of their bodies. Here’s what’s interesting: I shuffled, except for my wife, respectively, only her sister and one of her friends, and neither Seryoga’s wife nor her second friend showed shyness. As, indeed, did my wife, her sister and another friend before Gray. Having warmed up, we went to the dressing room. I, as the instigator, was promised forgiveness if I immediately organized a drink and snack. Right here in the bathhouse. More precisely, in the dressing room. That's what it's designed for. There's even a table. And I instantly rushed and delivered everything in the best possible way. Needless to say, of the prepared sheets, Sery and I did not get a single one. It wasn’t enough for Tanka, Seryoga’s wife, and Veronica, her sister. Tanka grumbled a little, but proudly refused my wife’s offer to give up this robe from the times of Rome. And I also sweetened the pill, in the sense that the one who has it perfect does not hide his body. Then the rest of the women were freed from these luxuries. Five naked women, two naked men, all sitting together at the table and drinking vodka. We gave up weaker drinks.

In the same form they moved into the house. They hung up the wet clothes, spread blankets on the floor and began to play. First, forfeits. Then we remembered the children's game of using a bottle. And they screwed up the empty glass container. Everyone kissed. And it soon became clear that this game brought some excitement. You can clearly see it from Gray and me. You can't say the same for women. Although your cheeks are blazing with fire, your lips are moist and swollen. And the cat smell of an excited woman floated throughout the room. And not alone. Five at once. Then they played cards. They came up with all sorts of tests for the losers.

Everyone was waiting for something and no one dared to be the first to move on to what everyone was thinking about. Somehow everything slowed down, interest began to disappear. And then one of her friends said that she seemed to have heard or read somewhere that there was a game. Its essence is to blindfold men and let them determine by touch where and whose wife is. Of course, it’s better to play this game in full pairs, then the same competition can be held for women. But since there are only two men, let them act as guessers. Tanka was indignant. What kind of gender discrimination is this? Everyone should play like this. And let women determine who is who. First they will look at the men, and then let them determine by touch. They even have different pendants in different sizes. More precisely, now there are stands. Or stands? Doesn't matter. Who will be first was decided using matches.

One of the friends was blindfolded and sat on a chair. Gray and I approached and took turns putting our stands into her hand. And she unmistakably determined which of us was which. What an eye-catcher! But my friend, whom he tore, such a bitch, went astray. I didn't guess. It's Gray's turn. The women came up to him one by one, sat down on his outstretched palm, and he guessed. It dawned on me. My wife and her sister are shaved. Tanya has butterfly-shaped pubic hair. My friends have thin stripes of hair. I yelled that it was so unfair that I had to replay the game. And feel not the pubis, but what is below it. And for this, women need to stand in a doggy position, and I will bring the subject to them, now let him guess. I never guessed right. When it was my turn, I guessed my wife right away. Fool, I have a good sense of smell. And I can always smell my wife. He also guessed Verka and the friend he slept with. I only mixed up Tanka and the second one. Funny. Everyone laughs. The comments are pouring in.

We went through the second round for the purity of the experiment. The result remained approximately the same. They celebrated this occasion with a libation. Tatyana started saying that all this is good, but everyone can determine it with their hands. What about another way? The women became interested in how this could be done in a different way. And Tatyana replied that if, for example, you blindfolded one of the men in the same way, and let him determine who got it. And let women also determine who gave it to them. It's very simple. I had a question about the fact that suddenly we will turn out to be weak and end up in the wrong person. And this problem can be solved. you just need to put on a condom. Women responded to the question about the availability of this contraceptive. A little embarrassed, each took such an object out of her purse.

No, were they hoping for something? My wife got it too. Here are the women! And your name is deceit! The first one fell to be Gray. I took him one by one to the women standing cancerously, he stuck it in and called his name. The women giggled quietly, but remained silent until the end of the game. I didn't guess! I didn't guess a single one. I guessed my wife and Verka. The wife proudly looked around, her gaze lingering on the angry Tatyana. And then Gray and I lay on the floor with our dicks out, and the women took turns sitting on us. I helped my wife by rocking a little as she mounted me. I have never seen a more grateful look from her when the bandage was removed. Tanka, perhaps to spite her husband, did not guess him. Then they drank and ate again. One by one they jumped out into the yard, throwing on an old padded jacket.

They spun the bottle again and kissed. Kissing, they openly groped each other. Not me and Gray. We are with women. And they did not lag behind, pawing each other. That night, apparently, they decided to allow themselves everything. And then they decided to choose the queen of the night. With unlimited rights. All the women stood up, and Gray, since he had such an honor, inserted each one in turn and, after swinging several times, moved on to the next one. He came on Verka, his sister. Tatyana will remember this night to him. She is a champion of the fact that it is God's destiny to forgive. And she's just a woman.

Verka was crowned. While they were there discussing the queen's powers, interrupting each other in a drunken stupor, while they were figuring out what and how she was supposed to do, Tatyana asked to be escorted to the courtyard. Putting on my coat, I went outside. And I jumped out. In felt boots and a padded jacket that doesn’t even cover his butt. They relieved themselves. For some reason Tanka went not to the house, but to the bathhouse. And in the dressing room, without any preludes, she simply gave herself to me. Without a condom, without caresses and kisses, without words. She just knelt down on the bench in the dressing room, resting her hands on the wall, didn’t speak, moaned so that I wouldn’t hesitate and that’s all. We didn't even think that the doors were open. But God was merciful. No one came in, no one bothered us. The sex was intense, but fast. Both were pining, celebrating the evening of the flesh.

We washed ourselves. We went outside. The frost pinched my buttocks, but it was even nice to expose my hot bodies to him. Cigarettes were found in the pocket of the padded jacket. We lit a cigarette. Tanya rarely smokes. While they were smoking, they lost us. And they happily found members of the team, finding them smoking around the corner, like schoolchildren hiding from their teacher. With laughter they dragged her into the house, where the queen began to dance around the Christmas tree. They gave a funeral. Then they got even more furious, coming up with all sorts of stupid things that began to go completely into the category of the beyond. Everyone is already tired. it's time for the morning. I still want to sleep. And the company began to crawl into the corners, like those animals that were hiding from a cockroach. Two friends huddled in one corner, hugged each other and instantly fell asleep. In a dream, they pulled the blanket over themselves. Gray and his wife, having suffered, found refuge on the sofa. And my two spouses, my legal wife and her sister, made a whole den for themselves.

And all I had to do was, after throwing fuel into the stove, I climbed in with them. He lay down between two bodies, so desirable. This was signaled by

comrade, not reassured by the short sex with Tatyana. I collapsed on my back, the girls put their heads on their shoulders and pressed themselves against me. He hugged them and reached their butts. I'm lying there, stroking my butt. And they do not remain in debt. I feel their little hands crawling down my stomach, each making its own way. But they met in one place, right on my stand. I couldn’t stand it, I laughed. They look at each other in confusion, they don’t understand how it happened that the same thought occurred to both of them at once. He calmed them down, holding them close and stopping any attempt at an outbreak of disagreements over priority.

- Girls, don’t quarrel, shut up and listen to me. Since the same thought came into your heads at the same time, then so be it. So you both have the right to get your share of the pleasure.

Brains are clouded by alcohol, and on the contrary, bodies, under the influence of this same alcohol, require unloading. If we take into account our previous pranks, we can understand the girls. My wife didn't understand.

— How, right away? With two? How?

— How can a couple of men have one woman? Likewise, a couple of women can fuck one man.

All negotiations are conducted in a whisper so as not to wake up the others. Veronica was the first to understand. I was already flushed with joy. Finally it came to my wife. You just need to check the sleeping people. It won’t work out very well if someone interferes at the most inopportune moment. The wife walked through the rookery as a hostess. Everyone was fast asleep.

- Sleeping.

- Come to me, girls. Who will go get condoms?

There were no takers. My wife doesn’t really like them and only uses them in military field conditions when there is no way to wash herself. Veronica also said that she doesn’t like elastic bands. We decided so and let it be what will be. And they, like two hungry animals, pounced on me. Kissing my face, chest, stomach, interfering with each other, they caressed me, exposing their bodies to reciprocal caresses.

— Girls, don’t overdo it. Don't discharge me ahead of time.

They almost answered out loud that if they discharge it themselves, they will charge it themselves. The question arose, who will be first. Veronica showed nobility and granted the right to be the first mistress and wife, as having the most complete right to a husband. The wife showed no less nobility, giving the right to be the first sister, citing the fact that she rarely gets anything anyway. Sheer nobility, damn it. I thought that I have a wife quite often and can have one at any time. But I rarely use her sister, during infrequent meetings, for fear of disclosing our relationship. And so he pulled Veronica towards him.

She positioned herself in the position of a horsewoman, tightly straddling the horse. My wife, having slightly wrinkled her lips in displeasure, immediately opened them into a smile, as soon as I beckoned her to sit on my face. Well, she really respects that. And they settled down on the lying man. One on the stake, the second on the face. Not only did they press him with their bodies, but they also decided to kiss. Lesbians suck. Yes, let them, let them enjoy it. And they got it in full. Moaning through clenched teeth, trying to muffle the cries of pleasure, they climbed on me, one on the stake, the second pressing its pie into my face. I tried, I tried really hard. And I still had enough strength left when they, having had their fill, fell off the dish. After letting my wife lie down for a while, he put her legs across him, so that her ass was right in the right place, penetrated her, and began to move slowly.

In the morning, shyness returned to everyone without exception. The women, forcing Sery and me to cover our heads with blankets and not peek, took apart our dried clothes. Everyone is kind of cloudy, crazy, and rumpled. It was necessary to take urgent measures. And I remembered the pan, a whole pan of barbecue meat.

The grill was puffing out fragrant smoke. Standing around it, we devoured the juicy kebab with appetite, washing it down with wine. Only Gray did not drink. In the evening he had to return to the city, taking guests to their places of permanent deployment. Everyone except Verka, who, at the special invitation of our family, stayed for a while longer. My wife and I managed to discuss some points and made the decision, now in a more sober state, slowly, in a relaxed manner, to enjoy a threesome. And Veronica was not at all against it, she was only for it.

After the barbecue, the mood rose to the skies. And the wine helped. Having found some clothes and dressed the women in them, they played snowballs. Then we went to the bank of the river, where the children rolled out an ice slide. Для первого января погода была на редкость теплой. на веселились вдоволь. Визги и крики были слышны, по-моему, даже в городе. Устали. Гости на прощание сходили в баню.

Да, день уже не вчерашний. Сегодня дамы отдельно, мужчины отдельно. Все же какая-то неловкость осталась. Понятно, что пьяная глупость разгулявшихся людей не идет ни в какое сравнение с трезвым осознанием совершенного. И все же, по-моему, никто особо не расстраивался по этому поводу. Было неловко — это да. А вот сожаления не было.

Гости собирались уезжать. Улучшив момент, подошел к Татьяне.

— Тань, спасибо за новогодний подарок.

— Какой? Ahh! Вон ты про что.

— Про то самое, Тань. Это был самый лучший подарок, какой мне доводилось получать. Я в жизни не забуду его.

Татьяна улыбнулась

— Веди себя хорошо, старайся. Может быть, что получишь еще раз.

Гости уехали. Мои девочки расслабились. Устали. И тогда я повел их в баню. Недаром говорят, что баня парит, баня правит, баня лечит. Превзошел сам себя. Так их распарил, что еле выползли девочки в предбанник, не могли отдышаться. Но после баньки, приняв по соточке, взбодрились. А там уж и пришла пора в постель ложиться. И снова все одеяла расстелили на полу.

— Девочки, давайте вы немного полежите, расслабитесь, а начну я.

Девочки легли. И я применил все свое умение и старание. Сразу уговорились, что если что-то не понравится, или что-то захотят, в молчанку не играем. Начал я, а продолжение было за девочками. Они, как две опытные напарницы по лейсбийскому сексу, ласкали друг друга. Извив тел, стоны, чмоканье. Праздник плоти. Я наблюдал, лаская свое сокровище, стараясь удержаться, чтобы не присоедениться к их забавам. Разве можно было удержаться? Of course not. Присоеденился. Теперь переплелись три тела. Кто и кого ласкал, за какие места брался, что попадало в рот, а чему доставались ласки рук — сразу не разберешь. Девочки довели меня до того, что я начал кончать прямо среди игрища. Они быстро въехали в проблему и на пару подставили свои ротики.

От моих толчков девушка подавалась вперед, елозила по телу жены. Вдруг почувствовал, что жена массирует мне анус. Смачивая пальчик слюной, раз за разом переносила ее на дырочку. А потом ввела пальчик в меня и принялась шевелить им там, в моей заднице. Впечатление было еще то. Не сдержавшись, зарычал и начал кончать в Веркину пещерку. И она кончала, содрогаясь всем телом, сжимая внутренности своей пипки. А когда наши с ней языки встретились в пипке жены, выгнулась дугой и она.

Такое напряжение потребовало отдыха. Длительного отдыха. Лежим расслабленные. Лень даже встать попить. Дополз до стола, достал бутылку вина. Девочки отхлебнули прямо из горлышка. А я предложил им попоить меня из своих стаканчиков. Немного подумав и посомневавшись, согласились с новым развлечением. Влил немного вина в пипку жены и присосался, вытягивая напиток, сдобренный ароматом влагалища. А потом таким же манером попил из Верки. Не столько выпили, сколько пролили. Но развеселились. Через некоторое время руки поползли по телам, нашли игрушки. Теперь не спешили, сытые, играли не торопясь. Девочки сосали друг друга, сосали меня. Я не оставался в долгу. Пальцы проникали в пипку, в попку. Не осталась без внимания и моя.

На мои попытки возмутиться таким вторжением, меня пообещали изнасиловать титькой в попу, если попытаюсь выпасть из общих правил игры. На вопрос о том, какие же это правила, ответили, что главное правило — никаких правил. Кому что нравится, тот то и делает.И не раз и не два довели до оргазма всех троих. У меня уже все, сил нет. Поставить не получается совместными усилиями двух изумительных ротиков. Оставив бесполезные попытки, девочки решили, что так даже лучше. Теперь все на равных. Только руки и языки, да еще губы. В поту, в сперме и женских выделениях, так и уснули до утра.

А потом был еще один день безумств. Старался трахать девочек, не кончая. По очереди ставил их в различные позы, и они не отставали в своих развлечениях. Усталость и однообразие брали свое и к вечеру переели. Наелись до отвращения. Уже не хотелось ничего. Кое-как помылись, легли спать.

Дома отогрели Вероникину попу и мой перед в бане, отпарив все, что примерзло. Рано легли спать. Верка уснула, а мы с женой как-то лениво перепихнулись, иначе это не назовешь. Скорее по обязанности, чем со страстного желания. И конец вялый, и у нее особого желания не наблюдалось, но все же общими усилиями выдавили несколько капель спермы.

Праздники кончились. Не сами выходные дни, каких, благодаря нашим мудрым депутатам, впереди еще много. А праздничное настроение. Захотелось в город, к цивилизации. И Веронике пора домой. Запечатали дачу до следующего посещения. Дорога до дома много времени не заняла. Завезли сестренку жены, сами ввалились в квартиру. Ugh! A mountain off my shoulders. Наконец-то дома. Отоспимся. Отоспались.

А потом начались походы по родне, по знакомым. И сами гостей принимали. И вот он, апофеоз — Старый Новый год! Только у нас можно дважды встречать один и тот же праздник. Отмечали скромно. Только мы с женой и Серый с Татьяной. Посидели, выпили, разговариваем. Стали вспоминать прошедший праздник и я с чего-то, просто так, сказал сереге, что несправедливо все это. И на его вопрос о причине моего недовольства, ответил, что он мою жену, свою сестру имел, а я его жену нет. Сер забузил, что это была игра, что на него выпал жребий, что он не сам и дальше все в таком же духе. На удивление меня поддержали дамы, заявив, что несправедливость надо устранять сразу, дабы сохранить добрые родственные отношения. И вскоре мы с Татьяной лежали на тахте, обнимаясь и не спеша освобождая друг друга от одежды. А зрители — брат с сестрой, наблюдали за этим неторопливым процессом. Отвлекшись от процесса раздевания, увидел, что жена пересела ближе к брату и запустила руку ему в штаны. Почему мы не ушли в другую комнату? Все очень просто. решили, что раз там секс был публичным, пусть он будет таким и сейчас. Нет, совесть нас не мучила. И пара брат с сестрой не смогли удержаться от действий, наблюдая за нами. И через некоторое время на тахте лежали четверо.

Девушки лежали на боку,лицом друг к дружке, а с тыла их трахали мужики. Сопение, звук соприкосновения тел, сладострастные стоны. Совместный секс заводит, придает новые ощущения. И вскоре дамы помогли своим кавалерам освободиться от использованных презервативов.

До утра поимели совместный секс еще пару раз. Поменялись партнершами и каждый удовлетворял свою жену. Потом чужую.

Проснулись поздно. Покормили гостей и проводили их домой. Татьяна на прощание сказала, что она свое обещание выполнила и рада, что мне понравились ее подарки. Также рада за своего мужа, который вроде как бы и изменил, и в то же самое время и не изменял ей. С сестрой не считается.

Жена, прижавшись ко мне, говорила, что она просит прощения, если я обиделся на ее поведение за то, что переспала с братом. Но она просто не могла спокойно смотреть на наши кувыркания. Женщине тоже хочется. И к тому же от этого она ожидала большего. Говорила что-то еще, а мне вспомнилось, как она хрюкала, когда Серега загонял в нее своего дурня. И последнюю реплику я прикрыл поцелуем. А потом, поставив женушку раком, драл ее, как мартовскую кошку, извлекая из нее крики и стоны, вопли и слезы. Tears of joy.

Кончив, не вынимая, пошел на второй заход. А она только стонала и говорила, чтобы я драл ее, разорвал пополам, вогнал в нее по самый корень. И под конец, испробовав и в пипку, и в ротик, подставила попку. Такое явление было редким. Обычно это было связано с излишними возлияниями, когда я пользовался пофигизмом пьяной женщины. А тут сама, на трезвую голову. И я проник в ее слабо разработанную попу, насаживал ее с дикарским наслаждением. И она, что удивительно, получала удовольствие. Обычно просто терпела и ждала, пока я кончу.

Позже, разговаривая о произошедшем, призналась, что давно мечтала переспать с другим мужчиной на глазах мужа. А тут еще лучше получилось, потому что муж тоже имел женщину, не был сторонним наблюдателем. На мои опасения, что ей такое может понравиться, ответила, что навряд ли она еще захочет таких экспериментов. Вот если только сестру пригласить. И если я не против, если согласен, можно это проделать в ближайший выходной. О согласии сестры она позаботится. Глупенькая, да сестра просто до потолка будет прыгать от радости.

Ждем выходной и готовимся к нему.