My roommate’s name is Katya. She is 28, and her husband, Andrey, is in his late forties. She is so quiet, modest, dresses in everything covered up, even in the heat she wears long sundresses. Her figure is well—proportioned, but not ostentatious – her breasts are average, her butt is neat, even thin. I sometimes watched her through the chain-link fence when she was tinkering in the garden.
This weekend, Andrey went to the lake with fishing rods in the morning — he said he wouldn’t be back until the evening, they promised a good bite. I was tinkering with the car on my property and out of the corner of my eye I noticed two people approaching Katya’s gate. They were both about thirty-five years old, strong, one bald, the other with a thick black beard. Katya jumped out to meet them, wearing her same long sundress, but behaving in an unusual way: fussing, looking around, quickly led them inside. She didn’t notice me—I was just sitting behind the hood.
About ten minutes later, I saw smoke coming from their bathhouse, which stands in the corner of the site almost next to our fence. Flooded. And then my curiosity got the better of me. I knew that the bathroom had a window facing my side, but it was too high. I had two cinder blocks in my yard — I quickly dragged them to the fence, stacked one on top of the other and carefully looked at them.
The window was fogged up, but part of the glass remained transparent. Almost the entire room was visible. Katya was standing in the middle of the dressing room, the men were sitting on a bench. She was already without a sundress, in just plain white underwear — a bra and panties, not sexy at all, cotton. But it was this homely simplicity that turned me on.
— Well, you’re a quiet slut, did you miss me? The bald man chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt.
—Very much,— Katya breathed, and she reached for the clasp of her bra.
—Andryukha thinks you’re a nun,” the bearded man laughed, “but you’re such a bitch.”
“Don’t talk about him,— Katya begged, but her voice wasn’t guilty, it was playful.
She took off her bra. Her breasts turned out to be prettier than I thought, with pink nipples sticking out. She pulled off her panties, too, and was neatly shaved between her legs. The men exchanged glances and began to undress. When they took off their underpants, I almost whistled — both of their devices were simply outstanding, even in a semi-standing state they dangled like good sausages, with large eggs in their scrotums. The bald man’s penis was longer and thicker, the bearded man’s was slightly smaller, but with a very wide head.
“On your knees,” the bald man ordered curtly.
Katya obediently sat down. I was standing on the cinder blocks, clinging to the fence, and I felt like I was getting a stake myself. Katya took the bald man’s cock in her mouth and began to suck — slowly, with a delay, looking into his eyes. The bearded man stood up from behind, bent her over and began to examine her ass.
—Narrow as a girl’s,” he commented, spreading her buttocks. — Now let’s check how he enters.
He spat between her halves, rubbed it with his finger and began to drive his index finger into her ass. Katya mumbled with a dick in her mouth, but did not twitch. On the contrary, it bent more strongly. I watched and couldn’t stand it anymore — I unbuttoned my fly and took out my dick. Compared to these stallions, I looked modest, an ordinary average guy, but right now I didn’t care. I started slowly jerking off, not taking my eyes off what was happening.
The bearded man worked out her ass with two fingers, then three. Katya moaned, putting her mouth on the bald man’s cock.
—Come on, let me hit that hole first,” the bearded man said, pushing the bald man away. They’ve changed: The bearded man lay down on the bench, and Katya climbed on top of him, with her back, and stood sexrasskaz.com Impaling my ass on his protruding stake. I could see her anus stretching, taking this thick aggregate. She bit her lip and, moaning, sank to the end.
“That’s it, good girl,” the bearded man said, squeezing her hips.
Then the bald man came up and, without further ado, shoved it back into her mouth. It turned out that it was strung on both sides. They started hammering her together — one from below in the ass, the other from above in the mouth, periodically changing the tempo. Katya was mumbling and drooling, her modest hairstyle had long been disheveled, and her face was flushed. She was clearly getting high from the fact that she, so quiet on the outside, was now being treated like the last hole.
Then the bald man took it out of his mouth and went in front. He lifted her legs and planted them in a wet, dripping slit. Now they were both inside her, one in her pussy, the other in her ass. Katya screamed and clawed at the bald man’s shoulders. They fucked her smoothly, then pausing, then gaining a frenzied pace. I jerked off faster and faster, the pre-lube was already dripping onto the grass below.
“Cum on your face?” The bald man growled.
—Yes, let him wash up,— the bearded man said.
They pulled their wet clubs out of her and put Katya on her knees. She obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The men stood in front of her and began to masturbate furiously. I watched as their huge red heads pulsed right in front of her face.
The bearded man came first, thickly, in white plaits, right on his cheeks and chin. Katya squeezed her eyes shut, but she didn’t close her mouth. The bald man sent a stream into her open mouth and on her lips, pouring cum on her tongue. They both wiped the last drops on her face. Katya, still on her knees, was smiling blissfully, licking her lips.
— Next time we’ll call Serega, he also wants to try such a quiet girl, — said the bald man, pulling on his pants.
“Just let my husband go fishing again,” Katya chuckled, wiping the cum off her face with some kind of cloth. Her voice became normal again, quiet.
I realized that they were about to start coming out, and I carefully climbed down from the cinder blocks. My dick was wet with lube, and my balls were buzzing. I went behind my shed and there, still replaying in my head this picture of Katya being impaled on two cocks, I began to masturbate with triple force. He finished quickly, shooting a thick jet directly into the nettle thicket. He caught his breath, zipped up and went to the car as if nothing had happened. Katya came out to see the guests off ten minutes later, already in a sundress, with her hair wet after a shower, quiet and modest. She greeted me over the fence and smiled as if nothing had happened. I’m in awe.