The most depraved story.
“Oh, well, dust here has accumulated again!”, – the young girl was indignant, twisting a rag on a wooden mop in my apartment. “Well, nothing, after three hours everything will sparkle!”. I agree, not all depraved porn stories begin this way, but from the song, and even more so, from life, you can’t throw words.
Ksenia was advised by a neighbor on the entrance. The girl was some of their distant relative from the village who came to the big city and trying to catch. Ksenia earned cleaning and cooking services. A clever eighteen -year -old girl quickly rustled with rags, and did not squat at every fifteen minutes, like her more age -related colleagues. “Still, in the city is as dusty, I can’t get used to it! In our village I would not have been cleaned for a year, but such a dirt did not accumulate.”She continued to be amazed. “Ecology is a great thing, however, Konstantin Lvovich?”.
The corruption of a village baby
I did not immediately realize that this is an appeal to me. Imaging that I was very busy reading the newspaper, I was without a little followed by her young figure snooping around the apartment. Coming to get out, she always changed into a working comfortable dress just above her knee. The style was free, but you can see strong tanned legs, a round ass, wagging under a blue cloth. Ksenia was shot down, “blood with milk”, a real delight for the eyes of an old womanizer like me.
She went to me for three months once a week. During this time, I mentally shook it in all possible poses. The rustic amescent was so captured by my depraved consciousness that I even had pollutions several times (although not a teenager, as for half a century) after dreams with her participation.
All my life I have been connected with journalism, but I wrote fiction. After forty years, leaving journalism to the young, I took up the editing and writing. In general, a modest person of mental work. And my wives were the same – translators, editors, Slavists. In my mistresses, I preferred unusual young ladies. In my story were a black circus artist, a poetess, a sculptor, and group dating for sex. Once, having drunk, I fucked a homeless gypsy. So, I was not surprised at the flashed attraction to this cournose girl with a dialect, although I always preferred adults to be a young lady.
“Of course, Ksenechka, you, as always, are right!”,-I answered from behind the newspaper, watching how she squeezes a rag in a bucket with her freckled hands. From my praise she ragged. At first, she was embarrassed by my deliberately polite appeal to “you”, but over time I got used to.
I must offer her money. But if a neighbor learns about everything, my name will begin to rub on every corner. But do not marry her for the sixth ten years. Of course, I planned to be sexually active for another ten years, but an unpleasant voice in my head suggested that Ksenia would be one of my last adventures, so that such a chance should not be missed. I went to meet my editor, and when he returned, the cleaning was already finished and the apartment shone with cleanliness.
Having finished cleaning, Ksenia finally crouched, breathing heavily and watching how I take wine and peaches out of her bag. “You are probably waiting for someone? I’ll just wash myself now and go!”, – she was worried. For a girl from the village, she was unusually sensitive and observant.
“Ksenia, and you know that today is a big holiday?”, – to fulfill my plan to corrupt, I came up with such a story. “Yes you? What?”-Ksenia sincerely threw up her hands. “Today is exactly three months and three days, how, thanks to you, my house is clean as ever!”, – solemnly announced. – “And on this occasion I propose to drink for the anniversary of our acquaintance”.
“What are you, Konstantin Lvovich, that you! I never, I only once a variety of varies from a chernomot, I was so bad for me, by golly!”. But I could not stop me. I cut peaches and already set to play a jazz playlist in the column. “Ksenechka, failures are not accepted! March to wash and I’m waiting for you “. She ran to the bathroom.
She returned after a quick shower, dressed in a short yellow peas of a fashionable skirt and a white blouse through which a white lace bra was seen. I handed her a glass and we clung to our acquaintance.
Thirty minutes later, she already loudly laughed at my most successful vulgar jokes, was embarrassed by depraved stories, and I realized that it was time to move on to decisive action. We sat next to a small sofa, I moved closer to her and with one movement from the knee to the most intimate places I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh under the skirt. She froze, staring at me with huge blue eyes. At that moment, she was especially good – blond wavy hair, cleaned in a high tail, flushed from a drunk snub -nosed nose, ajar lips. But the most curious was that her panties were slightly wet.
“I … I’ll probably go, it’s too late, they’ll close the metro, oh,” she outraged. “Ksyusha, you have someday with a man older than yourself?”, – I asked a question in the forehead. The girl thought. “Yes, I wasn’t particular, Konstantin Lvovich, with whom we have there in the village, some fools, but loafers, at least older, at least younger! They fucked with a classmate, oh! Sorry!”, – from naturally torn swearing, she closed her mouth with her hand. I laughed out loud. “Fucked, then?”, – I asked. “Well, yes, but it is somehow stupid, it hurts, I didn’t like it. The girls told this there, but I didn’t understand anything, ”the girl said sadly about her erotic adventures and drank the remnants of wine in the glass.
“And you would like to know what is” such “?”, – I asked shamelessly. Ksenia thought again, and then nodded in the affirmative. “But you are suitable for my fathers, Konstantin Lvovich,” the girl timidly expressed her fears. I laughed again and assured her that in this matter the age is not the main thing.
Came, saw, corrupted – a story
“I need you to take off my panties and spread your legs,” to my surprise, she lowered her underpants without a drop of hesitation and leaned back at the sofa, giving me space for action. It can be seen that city life without affection was really difficult for her and pushed her into the arms of an old mischievous. Having ran my hand along the tanned thighs, I got to the light-rustic triangle of the pubis. The sponges were already wet and open, I only had to load two fingers into it to gain lubricants. The girl groaned already from the first touch. Having a little massaged her clitoris, I was amazed at what sensual flower I got. Having turned it on the Sofa comfortable, I plunged in her crotch in her crotch.
At first she was scared, such caresses in the village were clearly not delivered to her. But I asked her to relax and lie calmly. Her pussy smelled of milk, and it tasted like those peaches that we ate today. I licked everything – and hips, lips, and spent my tongue from the anus to the clitoris, from which it especially shuddered. I scored a lubricant with my finger and decided to look at her reaction to the second hole.
The anus was pink, completely untouched. Well, let’s see if you can make her today a woman. Not distracting from the clitoris, I pushed my wet finger to a tight ring. She jerked slightly, but did not ask to stop, and I slowly plunged the phalanx of my finger in her ass.
The orgasm came from double caresses even faster. A few moments of active movements with a tongue, and the baby, groaning loudly, was discharged into my mouth, squiring her little pussy.
My horse had already torn the width of the trousers with might and main when I finally freed it. “Pour it a bit of it,” I suggested the girl, to which she shook her head negatively. I had to affectionately explain that I did the same to her, it means there is nothing wrong in oral sex. She reluctantly leaned over my member, licking her head, then closing her lips around her. Ksenia quickly got a taste, quickly dropping into the very bottom, touching the nose of my pubis, and rising backward, smoking loudly.
In the meantime, I unfastened the buttons on her blouse and released large poured breasts with small nipples from a white braid. The picture in front of me opened complete debauchery – a young girl who makes her first blowjob, and her swinging white breasts. I took out a member from her mouth and led the delicate skin of a hollow and nipples.
Without waiting for me to finish, the girl herself turned up to me in an ass. It was like in a real porn story with debauchery. I threw the hem of a yellow skirt on her back, and I wanted to sharply drive a member, but literally immediately realized that she had too narrow there. I had to slow down and slowly, diluting the moistened sponges to the sides, introduce my tool.
When my eggs touched her crotch, I was already so excited that there was no strength left for affection. In a frantic rhythm, I earned a pelvis, while developing its anus with a thumb with a thumb. Ksenia Okhala and unwaned ineptly. Suddenly she straightened up, clinging to my hip with my hand, and I felt her squeezing from the inside. The second orgasm arrived faster than I expected.
It was possible to start the main dish. Having laid her stomach on the sofa, I took out a completely wet cock from a hot hole and began to screw it into the anus with circular movements. Ksenia whined plaintively. Could she expect that the evening would turn into such a debauchery, the story of which she hardly wants to share with her friends? Don’t think.
When my head slipped, I began to move carefully. Ksenia no longer resisted. I asked if she liked it. “Yes, Konstantin Lvovich, but I seem to really want to go to the toilet,” she shared sincerely. Even if she had gone right on a member, I was no longer stopping me. I drove my stake into it deeper, not paying attention to her cries until I splashed the entire charge into an innocent hole, after which it lay on top.
So a few minutes passed. I inhaled the smell of her hair, feeling how her ass is reduced, pushing my cock, which did not fall.
After the shower, Ksenia embarrassedly put on panties and a bra in the living room, as if she had just not finished under me. I smoked, looking at this healthy girl. The very thought that half an hour ago we indulged with her debauchery right in this room, started me again.
“I will come on Thursday then, well, Konstantin Lvovich?”. I nodded. She came up, kissed me on the cheek, and, flushed, fluttered from the apartment.
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