Best friend's gift
I arrived in the morning. By lunchtime, I was already sitting in a cafe with my best friend Olya, bitterly complaining about my fate. Olya listened to me patiently and didn't try to convince me that not all men are bastards. After talking with Olya, I felt a little better, but by evening I fell into depression again and holed up in my hotel room.
I was snapped out of my stupor by several persistent phone calls. It took me a moment to realize it was Olya calling.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes," the receiver announced, "and don't you dare not open the door." As promised, Olya came to my room. She was in a great mood and full combat readiness—a tight white dress with a deep neckline
that slightly covered her hips, high heels, and a cloud of pleasant perfume."We're going clubbing," Olya declared, "get ready."
"What club? I'm not going anywhere, I'm in no mood," I groaned.
"Get in the shower, no excuses," Olya cut me off, "we're going to lift your spirits and party 'full out'."
Coming out of the shower, I found Olya unpacking my suitcase. She picked out a black turtleneck and tight pants for me and, of course, high heels.
Olya inspected me critically. "No, the bra ruins the whole look, wear the turtleneck without a bra. You have beautiful breasts, no need to hide them. A little makeup and a pleasant scent, that's all you need."
A few minutes later, we were rushing off to meet our adventure.
"You don't mind that two guys will be with us, right? Actually, they're already waiting for us at the 'Serpentine' club," Olya informed me. "Oh, here we are."
The two guys turned out to be grown men—Andrey was about 35, and Sergey was already 40, while Olya and I were 22.
"Olya, what the hell?" I asked with my eyes.
"Don't worry, it won't be boring with them," Olya whispered in my ear.
"Marina," I introduced myself modestly. Olya introduced Andrey and Sergey. "Just Seryozha and Andryusha," the guys corrected.
The four of us went to the soft seating area.
"Chance will decide how we pair up," Olya tossed a coin. "I got Sergey."
"Marina, let's go dance while they bring us something," Seryozha called and led me to the dance floor. He turned out to be a very good dancer with lots of energy and strong, pumped muscles. I started to get into it and, while dancing, leaned back and arched in his strong arms. Seryozha supported me, enjoying the view of my breasts and nipples under the stretched fabric.
The dancing heated me up and my mood started to rise. With his arm around my waist, Seryozha led me back to our table, and Olya and Andrey went to conquer the dance floor.
We chatted cheerfully and drank cocktails; each sip spread warmth through my body and caused a languid feeling in my lower abdomen. After a toast, Seryozha kissed me very tenderly on the lips. He smiled, looking at me through the hookah smoke.
After a few more fiery dances and the friction of the turtleneck fabric against my nipples did their job—I agreed without hesitation to continue at Seryozha's place.
In the car, Seryozha's kisses kept me from cooling down. The four of us arrived at a two-story cottage somewhere on the outskirts of the city. As soon as we entered, Seryozha carried me in his arms to the bedroom on the second floor. Kissing me tenderly, he laid me on a huge bed and began to undress me slowly, savoring every moment of my skin being revealed. Lifting the turtleneck, his lips caressed my stomach, moving higher and higher under the fabric. My breasts and nipples were exposed before him, and he began to play with them, gently capturing them with his lips and lightly biting, sending waves of pleasure through my body, making me arch and moan. Freeing me from the turtleneck, Seryozha removed the rest of my clothes. Feeling myself in the hands of an experienced lover, I surrendered to the pleasure. He placed my thighs on his shoulders, and his tongue penetrated me, licking my lips and clitoris. I writhed and thrashed with pleasure. He let me cool down a little and then heated me up again with caresses.
Seryozha undressed, and I was once again convinced he had a beautiful, toned body; his large, erect cock promised to give me even more pleasure. I spread my legs, inviting him to take me. And then he was on top of me, and with a long, tender kiss, he entered me.
"You're so tight," Seryozha whispers, and after a couple more powerful thrusts, my vagina fully accepts his cock.
Each thrust of his cock sends a wave of pleasure through me, rising from my lower abdomen through my nipples and escaping with a moan. Seryozha catches my moan with a kiss and returns it to me with the next thrust of his cock. We are overcome by a powerful orgasm; I feel his cock pulsing inside me and filling me with cum. I wrap my legs and arms around him. We enjoy each other for a long time until his cock leaves me.
After a shower, we find ourselves back in bed. I play with his cock, kissing Seryozha's chest, then his stomach. I run my lips and tongue over the head and shaft; Seryozha gently presses the back of my head.
"Very good, now lie on your back," Seryozha whispers. He places my legs on his shoulders and enters me with one thrust. Oh, so deep—I moan and cry out.
After the first assault, his movements become smooth; he pauses inside me for moments, then speeds up, then slows down. I come once, then a second time. Sergey doesn't stop.
"I want you doggy style," he asks. I take his hard-working cock into my mouth and suck it, then get on my knees and arch my back. His strong hands take me by the waist; a thrust and he is inside me again. He strokes my back, buttocks, stomach, caresses my breasts and nipples. Each thrust of his piston makes me moan and cry out with pleasure. We came together. I collapsed, exhausted, and fell asleep in his embrace.
I woke up alone in bed; judging by the sound of water, Sergey was in the shower. After taking care of my business, I slipped into the shower.
"How did you sleep?" he greeted me.
"After last night, wonderfully," I smiled, "Do you mind if we shower together?"
The warm streams of water and the man next to me who had given me so much pleasure put me in the mood for more.
"Do you like it when a girl washes you?" I asked playfully.
I quickly soaped myself up, then took care of Sergey. I washed his shoulders, chest, arms, and back with a soapy sponge. I knelt before him and took what had given me so much joy. I carefully soaped his cock, the head under the delicate foreskin, his balls. I soaped his legs and buttocks, the ring of his anus. From my touch, Sergey's cock stood up. The streams of water washed the soap off us, but not my desire. Stroking his cock, I kissed his nipples and stomach and found myself on my knees again, right in front of my treasure.
I lifted his cock, and the tip of my tongue slid along the shaft from his balls to the head. I licked his balls, taking them into my lips. Then I began to lick his cock like an "Eskimo" ice cream, caressing the tastiest part—the head and frenulum. The smooth head playing in my mouth drove me wild with excitement. Slowly rotating my head in a wide spiral, I take the entire cock. Seryozha moans with pleasure. I took a little cool water into my mouth and got back to work, only slightly delaying the finish. I stroke his balls with my palms and lightly touch the head of his cock with my tongue.
"Quietly," I whisper to Seryozha, "come in my mouth, I really want to taste you." I stroke his cock with both hands, feeling every vein; waves of trembling pass through it. I take the head into my lips and caress it... caress it with my tongue. With pulsating thrusts, cum flowed into my mouth. The taste was slightly salty, spicy, and very pleasant. I sucked and drank from this source. After licking up all the cum, I released his cock from my mouth. Seryozha lightly squeezed his cock, and a drop appeared on the tip of the head.
"The tastiest part," I licked up the precious drop and covered his cock with kisses. After the blowjob, my desire
flared up even stronger.
From the shower, I led Seryozha to the couch. I got on all fours, trembling with excitement and impatience. With one thrust, he entered my burning vagina. He understood my desire to be taken hard. His hips slapped against my buttocks. I cried out and arched with pleasure and joy. I wanted to surrender more strongly, even with pain. I caught Sergey's hand, licked his fingers, and with his palm, guided it between my buttocks and pressed it against my hot, tight anal hole.
Seryozha immediately understood my desire; moving slowly inside me, he began to carefully massage my anus, slightly opening it and making a path with his finger.
"Have you had anal before? It might hurt," Sergey asked.
We found Olya and Andrey in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Olya and I stepped aside to talk.
"So, how was it?" Olya asked. I honestly told her I'd never had sex like that with any of my boyfriends.
"I need to leave; you can stay if you want—the guys don't mind," Olya told me.
"How long have you known them?" I asked.
"From a sexual perspective, about a year," Olya simply replied. "I won't say which one is better or worse; they're different."
"What do you mean, you've been with both of them, and they know about it?" I was amazed.
"We had a threesome, so they both know," Olya said cheerfully. "If you don't have any hang-ups about it, you could try it."
Olya left; I decided to stay.
In the evening, we set up a small dinner in the living room on the second floor. The atmosphere was very relaxing. Gradually, the day faded, and the room was lit only by the fire from the fireplace. We moved from the table closer to the fire, onto a soft, fluffy animal skin.
"Come to us," Seryozha calls. I, like a cat, lie down and luxuriate on the fur. The guys' gazes devour me; their erect cocks speak for themselves.
"Make us feel good with your mouth," Sergey says. I give them a blowjob, kneeling, my mouth fluttering from one cock to the other. Andrey leaves for a minute, and his cock enters my mouth again; the head of his cock is coated in condensed milk with cinnamon. I'd never had that before; I lick the wonderful treat. Andrey came powerfully in my mouth; the taste of cum and condensed milk with cinnamon was simply magical. Seryozha arrived and also poured his portion of cum into my mouth. I enjoyed the dessert the guys had prepared for me.
The three of us washed up in the shower and went to the bedroom. The cooling gel in my butt caused a sweet languor in me.
We lay together, me between the two guys. I kissed first one, then the other, mentally comparing Sergey's lingering, languid kisses with Andrey's quick ones. The guys began kissing my breasts and nipples. Yes, with two it's definitely more pleasant, I thought, moaning from the kisses and gentle nibbles. Andrey went down, leaving my breasts to Sergey. He lifted me slightly and pressed his mouth to my mound. His passionate tongue covered my lips and easily entered inside. I was completely wet from his caresses, but that wasn't enough for him; he moistened his fingers and inserted one into my vagina, the second into my anus, and began to caress me inside. I howled with pleasure. These are just fingers, and what will happen when both holes take a cock.
Andrey put me on all fours, pressed on my waist, made me arch my back, and then thrust his cock into my vagina. Andrey began to fuck me at a furious pace. I felt the same furious excitement—"Oh, yes, more, more!" I cried out, not remembering myself, writhing in orgasm. He pulled out of one hole to stretch the other.
"Ah!" escaped me as his cock easily entered my anus.
The guys took me standing. Sergey lifted me in his arms and slid my heated pussy onto his cock; Andrey came to his aid, and his cock entered my ass along the already familiar path. They rocked me up and down, sending the cocks to meet each other. I cried out with each penetration... how deep and wonderful... a wave rising from below lifted me and covered me with one... then a second orgasm. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. The guys came inside me together, and I ended up at their feet, exhausted.
The warm streams of water in the shower brought me to my senses and cooled my overworked holes. I fell into a quiet, sweet sleep.