Possession

This couple was like fire and flame, black and white, bland and tart. Masha was a bright, self-assured, sociable, cheerful girl who valued noisy company. Volodya was a very plump guy for his 24 years, shy and withdrawn, preferring fun parties with time in his huge home library and sitting at the computer. These two, who announced their engagement a month ago, were considered by everyone to be an absurd union. Except for those who created this pair.

The parents of the groom and bride decided to cement the creation of the most powerful financial and trade empire in the region with the marriage of their children. And the children did not object. Masha was a girl

with a temper, accustomed to increased attention from men, but either her parents managed to explain everything correctly, or she, seeing Volodya, who resembled a distracted, quiet teddy bear, considered this option the most successful—and gave her consent to the future wedding almost without hesitation. And the guy, although he was shy of such a bright girl, could not help but admire her charms and sharp mind.

The engagement took place quickly, as if the matter had long been decided. It resembled more the development of a business plan for the upcoming wedding than a symbolic betrothal. Masha behaved with feminine wisdom and delicacy, having figured out Volodya in the first hours of their acquaintance as someone inexperienced with women but undoubtedly possessing remarkable scientific abilities, a modest "nerd."

Indeed, studying in graduate school, he was completely immersed in studying the Chinese economy and spoke three foreign languages fluently. This ruddy, constantly blushing in the company of girls and especially Masha, chubby guy initially behaved reservedly but, having settled in, proved to be an interesting conversationalist. The girl appreciated this and was gauging how well-endowed her fiancé would be in bed.

The parents acted wisely and sent the young couple to a Mediterranean resort to bring them closer. Over a couple of weeks of communication, Volodya more fully realized what a prize he was getting. And Masha, having assessed all the merits on her own scale, became convinced that she was lucky with a compliant and very intelligent fiancé. At the same time, her feminine intuition did not deceive her: it was hard to expect the skill of a Casanova from a shy and inexperienced guy in amorous affairs. And although Volodya did not perform brilliantly, the girl noted to herself his ardor and obvious admiration, bordering on adoration for her person. And she made an unmistakable conclusion that such a husband was exactly what she needed. She would mold him, like plasticine, into what she required. And she doubled her attention and tenderness towards her future husband, although after their first night she was already disappointed with Volodya as a sexual partner.

Their first union occurred after a wonderful evening at a restaurant, where Masha shone in her evening dress and happily caught the admiring glances of men. Heated by the undressing looks of potential suitors, the girl desired the necessary release. However, life had other plans. The future husband swiftly entered the yearning womb and, after a few fumbling movements, left it, flooding the girl's French chemise with abundant portions of his stagnant semen.

Masha didn't even have time to feel anything—only annoyance that her exquisite underwear was soiled. However, just a few minutes later, Volodya's member was ready for sex again. The partner made a dozen thrusts with his penis into Masha's wet and hot vagina, and again discharged, barely managing to extract his weapon from the sweet captivity. The girl looked intently at Volodya, hugged the heavily sweating guy, whispering: "It was good. But we're both tired, let's rest." She stroked her partner's cheek, touched his lips with her soft lips, then immediately closed her eyes and began breathing evenly, falling asleep.

And Volodya did not sleep for a long time. Lowering his hand to the floor, he felt for the chemise Masha had discarded. He brought the delicate purple fabric to his face, peering at its darkened, damp areas. Here and there on the dark background, whitish streaks of drying seminal fluid remained. The guy took a deep breath of the mixture of maiden scent and his own sweat, women's perfume and male seed. Each note of this aromatic scale played in its own way, was unique and very attractive. Volodya again inhaled this aura emanating from Masha's underwear with his nostrils and lost himself in deep sleep. He slept through his bride's awakening. She was struck by an unusual picture: on the groom's chest rested the purple silk of the soiled chemise. The girl carefully took it with two fingers, threw it on the floor, and with a brisk gait headed to the shower...

In the following days, Masha was courteous and gentle with Volodya, listened attentively to his interesting stories, gladly accepted all his suggestions—to visit a museum, go to ancient ruins, or take a yacht ride. They were so tired from the impressions that they slept through the nights like the dead, and they clearly had no time for sex. Masha was cheerful and relaxed, constantly saying pleasant things to her man, never leaving his side for a minute.

One evening, as they were dining at the restaurant as usual, a stylishly dressed man around 35 approached their table and gallantly invited Masha to dance. The girl's cheeks turned pink, her eyes sparkled, but, squeezing Volodya's palm in her hand, she resolutely refused: "Thank you, but I will only dance with my boyfriend." Masha said this in an impeccably sincere voice, with such tender passion, that Volodya simply soared to the skies and felt a new surge of feelings. They stepped onto the center of the dance floor to the lyrical notes of a saxophone. The girl in a stunning long dress with a bare back was irresistible. The slender brunette with a wasp-like, flexible waist, clearly outlined hips, small, high maiden breasts, huge green eyes with long, slightly upturned eyelashes, a juicy mouth on a somewhat elongated face with a slightly large but straight nose, looked enchanting. The young man dancing with her certainly did not seem like the perfect gentleman, but his admiration for his partner was immediately felt. And the beauty, it seemed, decided to cheer him up, smiling at him in a Hollywood manner, whispering something pleasant.

"I feel so good with you, Volodya!" the guy heard, feeling the pleasant tickling of his earlobe by the girl's soft, sensual lips.

"And I feel very good, Mashenka! You're simply a queen!" the gentleman sincerely responded, pressing even closer to the girl.

The girl's supple figure wrapped around Volodya like a vine around a mighty tree. Masha looked languidly into his eyes, and then, biting her bright lip, excitedly exhaled right into the guy's ear:

"Can you imagine, I forgot to put on my panties! I specifically set aside the thong to match the dress, but I hurried and left them in the room," and she laughed carefreely, appreciating Volodya's stunned look and the pressure of male flesh on her thigh. "You react so sharply, darling?!"

"Let's go to the room, Masha," Volodya said hoarsely.

"Do you really want that?" looking directly at the guy. At that moment, the final chords of the music sounded, and the couple headed to the table.

The question remained unanswered, except that Volodya, calling the waiter, immediately asked for the bill. And as they rode the elevator up to their apartment, Masha's partner kept his hand on the girl's waist, periodically moving his palm lower, along the presumed contour of her panties. Entering the room, Volodya scooped Masha up and collapsed into bed with her. His hands feverishly roamed over the girl's body, his lips fleetingly touched her neck, temples, nose, eyes, and mouth, showering her with a hot wave of ragged breath. Volodya impatiently lifted the hem of the tight dress until the desired female mound was exposed. The guy fixed his gaze on the neat heart-shaped trim on the pubis and the fringe of hair along the vagina, from which moist inner lips were visible. Volodya was pierced by a sharp desire to press against this treasure, to caress every fold.

The inexperienced nerd followed instinct, compensating for his lack of skill by deifying his girl. The guy's face plunged into the sweet abyss between the spread female thighs. Vladimir pressed his mouth to the female nature, greedily tasting the unusual scent of the aroused girl. A wet tongue traced intricate patterns over the vagina. The labia swelled, the silky cave exuded an intensified musky aroma. The man thrust his tongue as deep as possible into the pink, wet, tender flesh, forgetting everything in the world. He resembled a hungry kitten greedily lapping warm milk from a bowl but unable to get enough.

"Oh my god, this is heaven! Yes, yes, yes!" the girl repeated, breathing louder and rotating her hips more intensely, offering herself to the caresses. The partner diligently brought her to the peak of pleasure. Masha began to feel it even more when Volodya, intensifying and quickening the touches of his tongue to her vagina, firmly squeezed her perfect buttocks with his hands. And at that moment, she began to come, pouring hot fluid onto the guy's tongue, his chin, and neck.

"That's it, that's it, my dear, my good one! That's it! Oh god," the sharp pleasure from the tongue passed, and, satiated, the girl began to push the head of the tireless guy away from her crotch.

Volodya, with a face wet from female secretions, wearily fell onto the pillow. For a minute, they lay in silence, recovering from the experience. Then the guy felt a nimble female hand unbutton his trousers, freeing the tense organ from the captivity of his underwear. Masha's delicate fingers ran over the head and grasped the hard shaft. At that same moment, the taut-as-a-string phallus shot upward with a long milky comet of semen. Then again, and again, and again. Finally, the stream of male love lava ceased. Masha nimbly rose, brought her lips to the penis, smacked the semen-soaked head, and immediately merged in a prolonged, sensual kiss with Volodya. And when they separated to grab a breath of air, the beautiful bride said: "It was very good, Volodya!" And fluttered out of the room. The guy didn't have time to say a word, only feeling on his lips the taste of his own semen and Masha's secretions. He was happy: he loves and, it seems, is loved.

"Awake, my boy?" the girl said softly, melting from the guy's full of adoration kisses. He nodded, continuing with delight to touch every millimeter of Masha's white skin with his lips. Slightly spreading her legs, Volodya kissed the satin of the inner sides of her thighs...

"How nice, keep going!" Masha murmured, tenderly, as if thoughtfully, running her thin fingers through the guy's thick hair.

He heeded the request and moved from kissing her thighs to the lower part of her buttocks. But this did not last long. The girl was about to close her eyes from the growing bliss when Volodya's strong hands turned her 180 degrees. The fiancé suddenly took her foot in his palms and began showering kisses on her ankles, fluttering over her skin with warm lips and sometimes—his tongue. specially for .org The kisses became stronger and longer. Masha felt a viscous heat in her lower abdomen, her excitement growing. What was happening pierced the girl with its perfect novelty to the point of trembling. And she liked it madly. She bathed in bliss, perceiving through the passionate kisses her fiancé's adoration for her, anticipating the sweetest pleasure from the power of her feminine charms, rejoicing in the impending power over him. Masha, with one movement, kicked off her shoe, looking questioningly at Volodya. He silently knelt by her foot and kissed the little toe of her foot.

"Oh," Masha exhaled, releasing a whole gamut of feelings: surprise, languor, pleasure, joy.

Volodya kissed toe after toe, licked each one with his tongue, sucked them, stroked the smooth surface of the nails, impeccably coated with bright red polish. Masha floated in bliss, feeling a wave of unusual pleasure approaching her. The girl pushed aside the bra that was constricting her flesh and began alternately stroking her breasts, pinching her nipples. Tearing himself away from Masha's feet, Volodya pressed his mouth to the lacy elastic of her stockings, ran over their enticing roughness and the weightless fabric tightly hugging his partner's legs. Being near the vagina, he caught the scent of his girl's secretions. It distinctly smelled of musk mixed with a sweetish smell. Masha tried to slip a finger into her wet slit and find the inflamed little pearl at its peak, but Volodya beat her to it.

"Wait, Volodya, wait," Masha wanted to stop the guy with a breaking whisper, but it was already impossible.

Like a beast on prey, he rushed to attack his bride's vagina with his tongue, thoroughly washing her perineum with his saliva and tongue, not forgetting the swollen clitoris. After five minutes of such frantic caresses, Volodya's mouth was already absorbing the intoxicating nectar flowing from Masha's bud.

"Well, that's wonderful," the bride caught her breath.

Then, quickly squatting down, she pulled Volodya's penis out and enveloped it with her full lips. The overexcited guy could not endure this tender torture for long and began to spill right into Masha's mouth. She recoiled, coughed, began spitting his hot seed onto the floor. And Volodya continued to empty his overnight-heavyened scrotum, spraying white streams onto the bride's hair and neck. Masha sprawled on the balcony floor, receiving the abundant stream of semen. She lay there, breathing heavily, recovering from the stunning scene. Then, getting up, she ruffled the guy's hair and headed to the bathroom, on the way cheerfully, so as not to offend her partner, throwing out jokingly: "Next time I'll make you lick it all up, kitten!" Volodya said nothing; he was in euphoria from what had happened.

The Mediterranean tour justified the parents' hopes: the young couple got used to each other, communicated easily and tenderly, even learned the intimate side of the relationship. The latter, however, happened only a few times, proving the groom's complete predisposition to oral caresses and a lack of progress in the most ancient method of sex.

The young couple increasingly scored points as an ideal pair, despite some discrepancy between the groom's external data and the increasingly blossoming bride's striking charm. But you can't judge a book by its cover, and being handsome isn't necessary for a guy, as long as he's sensible and businesslike—reasoned the experts of the local social chronicle. And they were probably right in their own way. At the end of summer, the couple was swept up in a whirlwind of chores and business. Volodya, in addition to his duties as a fiancé in love, busy with wedding preparations, was actively engaged in graduate school, planning to defend his dissertation as soon as possible. And Masha worked in her father's company and studied at the university. The young couple was promised an apartment for the wedding, and concerns about the future nest also took up time. In short, Volodya and Masha's communication was reduced to a minimum.

And also, on the eve of the wedding, they had to go through a worthy farewell to the carefree time of single existence. Masha had a bachelorette party, Volodya—a bachelor party. The bride decided to have fun with her best girlfriends at a bowling alley. And Volodya's friends suggested he have fun in a neighboring region, going there for a couple of days. So they did. The guys, arriving at a tourist base on the riverbank known among the "golden youth," had a very good time. Volodya's friend—Roman, who was known as an irresistible ladies' man—quickly met several cute students there. The relationships became quite frivolous, though Volodya did not very much succumb to the charms of the redhead, with the manners of a predatory lioness, Diana. The girl tried with all her might to seduce the guy, demonstrating advantageous angles of her figure, languidly whispered pleasant words in his ear, and threw promising, amorous glances.

Volodya was taken aback by such an onslaught, especially since he had a very modest opinion of himself as an object of female attention. He liked the girl, but he valued his Masha even more, and, in the end, finally decided to neglect the embraces of the experienced Diana. However, she did not remain without male attention for long. The dashing Roman took care of her. Approximately half an hour later, he disappeared somewhere with his chosen one.

Volodya got tired of watching the beer-drinking ladies and decided to end the evening by going to sleep in his room. Going up the stairs, the guy was stunned. Apparently, Roman mixed up the doors, or decided to mate with Diana in the first suitable room.

In Volodya's room, something was happening that made a decent porn film seem like a child's primer. Roman held Diana tightly in his embrace, pounding her in mid-air. Sweat streamed down the girl's neck and chin, falling in heavy drops onto the pillow and blanket. And Roman's member moved in the girl's slit at a