I think it's been almost a month since I received a sign from Alice. I don't know, the fear of anal sex, the ambition to put myself "on fire", waiting for me to look for her, I have no idea ... Anyway, if it's to wait for me to call her or contact her in any way , he has to wait, like that, until a future life.
Anyway, I have a wife, I also have an "alternative" with the woman who became the mother of some of my children - I can't consider them bastards, because I'm not a king ... I have, all in all, enough worries ...
It's ten in the morning when I get an SMS: "Do you remember me?" Who can it be? Alice PZD. I answer: "Vague, but I haven't forgotten you, at all!" He sends me an emoticon that bursts into laughter ... Shut up, which Alexandra does. More than ten minutes pass and ... nothing. I'm silent too, because I'm just not going to give up ... A new text appears: "Sorry, I was caught with the foreigner". I answer: "No problem!". And I receive a message: "Tomorrow, can you?". I answer, but more elaborately: "I can, but you ... do you meet the conditions?". I get a confusing, woman-specific response: "We talk when we see each other."
I'm not a teenager anymore, or an irascible young man - I was a teenager, naturally, but irascible ... I don't remember much ... Anyway, Alice will get the treatment she deserves from me. I answer: "Tomorrow, at eight, to you. I'm coming straight. Don't wait for me at the station. "He replies, almost instantly," Thank you! " Why does her pussy thank me, I have no idea! ...
If I'm still upset, I stop by a sex shop and buy two sensational condoms. Venus knew about them, but I have no guarantee that Alexandra knows what they are talking about.
I get to Alice about five minutes before eight o'clock and call. I hear some agitation, then the door opens and I hear Alice telling me:
- Come in, I'm in the bathroom. I have a little more!
I go in, go to the fridge and take the bottle of Chivas, then, with two glasses, I sit on the couch and pour my liquor. It is interesting that at Alice in the fridge I noticed the presence of black beer cans. Looks like the woman was very interested in me. It is clear to me that he did not take black beer for his own consumption, as he also has enough bottles of Stella Artois in the fridge. Well, French tastes ...
The tenant of the apartment also appears, naked, as usual, approaching me, stopping very close to me, in front of me, then, turning her back on me, she bends down, in the goat position and- and spreads his legs. He doesn't comment, he just lets me see. Practically, it is impossible not to notice the butt-plug handle, sticking out of the rosette of the ass. She slaps her ass, not hard, then gets up, turns to face me, and, like a sprinting girl, sits on my knees. We kiss goodbye, then the conversation begins:
"Know that this month I was not in vain." I'm getting ready. One day, I even planted my toy and went to the office with it. I kept it until evening, when I returned home.
I ask her, smiling:
- So, did you try something bigger?
He smiles at me, parsimoniously:
- Yes, with the vibrator. But only at the entrance.
laugh:
- Right there and you have to! ...
Get serious:
- I was afraid to put more, not to hurt myself ...
- And? Did you find out that if you relax there are no problems?
She is thoughtful:
- I don't know how I feel and I do other things, but when I walk there, I feel like doing the big job ...
- You are not alone, I assure you! ...
He looked me in the eye:
- Can you be gentle? To ... refrain? ...
He stroked her beautiful blond hair.
- Baby, the idea is for pleasure, not pain. We have consensual sexual acts, they do not rape anyone, anyone! ...
Smile:
- I like what you say. I would like it to be exactly like that ... and not hurt at all! ...
- If we both strive, we will succeed.
I remember:
"Now that we're not done yet, go and get a piece of butter in the kitchen, about the size of an ice cube."
He immediately realizes what I want the butter for, so he replies:
"Be healthy!" We brought from France a lubricant specially designed for this. It was a bit expensive, but I got the best one!
I laugh heartily:
- Normal! It's just your ass! ...
She laughs too and jokingly slaps me on the forehead:
- Golanule!
"You're a scumbag!" I'm dressed!
Suddenly, I remember something else:
"Get up, I have to go wash my hands, I've forgotten, like a smart man!"
Alice got up from my knees, sitting on the couch, and I, on the way to the bathroom, heard her:
- Can I drink from your Chivasu too?
Surprised, I answer:
- What's that question?!?
He answers me, laughing:
"About fifty milliliters!?!"
- It could be even more, because there are no bathrooms! ...
Back in the living room, I find Alice on the couch, leg over leg, with a cigarette in one hand and a glass in the other. He waited for me to give us luck. Well, polite girl, not like me, Marlan ...
I confess to her that I have already enjoyed myself, without expecting her to come from the bathroom. He shakes his hand and says:
- Come on, be serious! ...
If I keep drinking, I light a cigarette, while Alice, after leaving her glass on the table, begins, lightly, to open the buttons on my shirt. When she reaches the bottom, she undoes my belt, the button on my jeans and lowers my zipper, then, pulling on my shirt, she reaches and opens my last two buttons. He also handles the buttons on the sleeves. Then, smiling, he asks me:
- Do you take it off, or do you let me snatch it from you? ...
And I, still smiling:
- No, if you break it, what explanations do I give at home? ...
laughing:
- Exactly! See also what beast your wife had to fight with! ...
I get up so I can take off my shirt more easily, while Alice, so as not to sit in vain, takes off my shoes, then pulls my pants and panties down. This time, he made sure to leave me without socks. If I'm still standing and so close to her eager and generous drugstore, Alice doesn't stop to think, so after I'm completely naked, she grabs me by the buttocks, as she knows so well, and guides my cock, already in the beginning of an erection, between her lips, applying some short sucks and licking me around the head of the cock.
Suddenly, he interrupts, grabs my hand and pulls me, like a trailer, into the bedroom. He instructs me to lie on my back, then, with an even greater momentum, he throws himself on my cock, sucking, licking, even biting me, but painlessly, just like that, to strengthen me. ...
I'm already at the required level of performance, so Alice puts on a goat, on her elbows and knees. I don't need guidance, because I also understand gestures, so I get on my knees and lean between the pieces of the bitch. I'm kidding her, while I'm already more than half into her pussy:
- beautiful, how does your hair growing back after Fuck ass, you have to go to a beauty specialist, how the hell it be calling and your tattoo an arrow indicating the direction to asshole. ..
For a few seconds, he doesn't comment, then, as he curls his vaginal walls, making me feel exceptional, he asks me:
- Do you have any more ideas? ...
Smiling:
- Yes, love! ... Next to the arrow in the ass you have them tattoo a small text, "ass", and then, on the belly, to write "pussy" ... So that the man knows what the fuck! ...
She's lazy, babe and she's not stupid either! ... She hits me:
- Or what ... lick! ...
She pauses, as she is already struggling in orgasmic spasms. He stutters, growls, apostrophes me:
"Leave my ass alone, I'm dying!"
- So, you like it, little bitch! ...
- Ahhhhhh! ... Let me down! ...
It is corrected, almost immediately:
- But ... not at all! ... Do it to me, but ... easy-going! ...
After another ten seconds, he encourages me:
- Come on! Give it to me! ... Dddddă it to me! ... Fffffute me!
I leave her butt plug alone, I catch her, she "manages" the pieces and ... fuck her uncle, that's what she wants! ...
He has already taken a pillow in his arms and loves her like his most beloved lover. And he blesses me with beatings, squeaks, tremors, all sorts of onomatopoeic sounds impossible to translate in writing, plus something that can be distinguished, such as:
- Ahhhh! ... Ohhhhh! ... Uhhhhh! ... Fffffutttte-maaa!
I feel my brain pierced by an arrow - because of the speed of events, I simply forgot about the "smart" condoms in my jeans pocket, and those, that is, the jeans, are in the living room, and I in the bedroom. If I got out of Alice's pussy and went to the living room, then, back in the bedroom, I'd have some erection problems, so ... I can't afford the risk. , I feel like staying longer, even after my family members arrive home. I have an excuse, "concrete." No sense in telling you now - I don't wanna ruin the suprise.
Instead, I get a sadistic idea:
- Little girl, go to the living room and bring me from the left pocket of my jeans, the envelopes I have there! ... Come on, run and ... come quickly, in my dick, because I decrease the erection! ...
If he still left, to do what I asked, I lay on my back, playing, like a kid, with the car still erect. I take care to "shake" him, to deceive him and not to forget where he came from.
Instead, he does an intellectual thing. Simultaneously with the fact that she fucks me with her deserving nonsense, Alice reads that text, written in lower case, on the packaging of one of the condoms.
After throwing him on the bed, he addresses me, a little upset, how I feel:
- And I, who thought you brought something special to improve anal sex! ...
She fucks me a little more, as she knows, then:
- You know what? It's over! ... Ready! ... If you don't finish in a minute, I'll give up! ...
I propped her hands under her large thighs and lifted her:
- Get on my dick! ...
He responds angrily:
"I was just there!"
"You fool! ..."
"You know where the door is!"
I get up, wash, quickly, in the bathroom, then I equip myself, like in the army, in case of alarm and leave.
I don't know if it will follow.
