Bastard love. Part 3.(Sickle in the balls)

Bastard love. Part 3. (Sickle in the balls)

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Blah, blah, blah ... Well, how boring all these events are! I was waiting for the main thing. Practice assignments. And the dean puffed, hissed, went broke, explaining to us how important industrial practice is for a student, what it gives ... And how we should behave so as not to disgrace Alma Mater.


And finally, the main thing: “Those students who brought letters from enterprises guaranteeing the passage of industrial practice in their specialty are allowed to pass it at the place of their issuance. The rest will receive directions in the dean's office ... "


Hooray! I do my internship where I wanted to. No wonder I tried, raising all my acquaintances, and was one of the first to apply for an internship in a specific organization ... Why am I happy? I am going to work there after graduation. And now I need to prove myself, show the product in person and become necessary in the organization. The enterprise is not very large, but it is developing and promising. Moreover, it is a branch of a Moscow company.


And now the first day. He's the only one I liked. They just showed me and explained what I would do. And then working days began ...


No, of course, I knew that I had to go to work every day and work from nine to six, but I had no idea how difficult it was! Doing daily what you don't like, not being able to get out and air, let alone to do something else ... Hard labor! The "exploitation" system was delivered excellently here. A week later I "howled a beluga at the moon"!


It was necessary urgently, to do something. Considering himself smarter than others, he decided to approach this issue from an alternative perspective. And the case turned up ... Corporate. Ten years since the foundation of the company. The holiday is Friday night. Attendance is obligatory for all. Payment: fifty-fifty. The firm pays half the rest to us.


First, there was the distribution of "gifts". Awards, certificates, and all sorts of garbage. And then we were invited to the tables. How the youngest got to the last table at the end of the hall with the losers. But I was not one of them and was going to resolve this issue radically. After an hour of copious drinking, by the way, I hardly drank. I needed a sober head. I invited our boss to dance ...


Not to say that I was delighted with its shape and appearance, but "business is business"! In life, she was a pleasant woman, but at work, she was a "beast"! A short-haired brunette with large steel-colored eyes, well-groomed and dressed "with a needle." She was over forty. A little blurred from a sedentary lifestyle, but still vigorous and, according to her “colleagues”, does not shy away from sex, especially with young men. In the smoking room, where I went to talk, they made fun of me: “Trainee! You're not doing your practice there! It's time for you to move to your dacha! " Indeed, she lived in a garden cooperative outside the city, where she bought out several neighboring garden plots and built a nest for herself. She went to work herself, although sometimes she was picked up by a chauffeur in a jeep owned by the company. She had a cool car. Double "Gelding", a white convertible.


Then, as they say, it was a matter of technology. Moreover, she almost immediately gave

understand that you are not averse to having fun by grabbing my ass and pressing your huge tits against my chest. She drank, apparently, a lot, but she kept herself firmly on her feet. When I hugged her to me and stroked her large but firm buttocks, she raised herself on tiptoes and whispered in my ear:


- You don't mind, do you?


- Against what?


- Get to know each other better? I need to know my subordinates better!


- No, of course, Larisa Sergeevna. You are so sexy ...


- When the two of us just call me Larissa ... - she answered, - and be ready. We leave in half an hour.


- Yes, even now ... - whispered in her ear and kissed her neck.


- Not now, but after half an hour, she added almost soberly and walked away from me, without waiting for the end of the dance.


Half an hour later I was standing in the street, dancing with impatience. She appeared fifteen minutes later, we got into the jeep, and he started. I immediately tried to get down to business, but in response, I received a rebuff:


- The car is not the most convenient place for this activity, especially at my age.


- Yes, what age Larissa, are you talking about? - I flattered.


- ... - she smiled and, pulling her to her, kissed her lips, - be patient, my young friend! Will be, everything will be ... At home. And pressed against my side.


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And so we drove. I stroked her thigh, and she thoughtfully looked out the window. We got there really, quickly. Half an hour and we are there. The jeep drove away almost immediately, and we went into the fenced area of ​​the well-kept garden. I looked around. A small cozy cottage even from the side, a high almost three-meter fence without a single gap. In the left corner is the full length of the building plot. Judging by the pipe - a bathhouse and, probably, a garage in one block. And a hefty dog, no less than a meter at the withers, who looked at me like a snack.


First of all, Larissa went up to the dog and sucked:


- Well, how are you, my dear. I'm at home and now I'll feed you ... - and already turning to both of us, - This is Gavroche, - pointing to the dog, - and this is a guest. Sergey. Come and let him sniff you. I think you will be friends.


With some apprehension, I approached Gavroche. He looked at me with a look, in which I read:


- There are different ... But if the hostess does not mind - live ... - and turned away, staring at Larissa with devotion.


I held out my hand, the dog jerked towards me, and sighing sharply, and lost all interest. He was interested in feeding, and I was a hindrance, delaying dinner.


This "calf" ate a lot and tasty. He ground a piece of meat with a thick bone with his teeth in about five minutes and, it seems, was not averse to trying another piece that way per kilogram. But for the second he had dry food and a bowl of milk. With these "cookies" he crunched so hard that my ears were blocked. And he lapped the milk with his spatula-like tongue, probably half a liter at once.


Looking affectionately at her pet, Larissa sucked:


- Isn't he cute?


- ... - I nodded in response, not knowing what to say.


She came up to me and, 

running her hand over my torso, she grabbed my causal place:


- And you? Will you be nice and considerate to me?


- I hugged her and "gave" her the most tender kiss of those that I knew how.


- You kiss well, - Larissa chirped, - let's see what it is like in bed ... Okay, the bath is ready, let's go to wash.


As I understand it, she lived alone, except for this "calf". Who heated the bathhouse while it was a mystery to me. When we entered the bath, I looked around. To call this building a simple bathhouse was insulting. Rather, an elite sauna stuffed with electronics, although as I later found out, there was also a Russian wood-fired sauna.


- Smart House? - I stated.


“Probably,” she replied in passing, pulling off and throwing her dress on the floor.

- And it's not bad here ... - I flattered her.


- Yes ... you take off your clothes, come on and go to the sauna ...


While I was reflecting on the topic: "How good it is to live in a Soviet country," she took off her stockings, her oversized bra and was now massaging her soft white breasts. She hung them like two lush loaves with large pink nipples the size of a large grape. Unable to resist, he stretched out his hand and, grabbing one nipple with his fingers, squeezed it, pulling it forward.


- Do you like it? - she stretched like a kitty, no, rather a well-fed tiger, and pulled off her tiny panties ... - well, why are you standing there? Take off your clothes! - and, coming up to me, began to hastily unbutton his trousers.


I did not have time to say "A", as I ended up in one shirt, and Larisa, having sunk onto the ottoman, had already swallowed my organ and began to suck it. Her efforts were not in vain, and a minute later he got up, showing himself in all his glory. She looked up from the occupation so pleasant for me and examined the "trophy".


- A good size, and if it is also hard-working, then you will go through the practice without difficulty, - she expressed her opinion.


- Have not complained yet! - confirmed her opinions with pride.


- Then come on, - she got up, walked over to the canapé standing in the center of the room, and sat down on it, leaning comfortably on the high back.


Spreading her legs, stroking her shaved pussy and suggested:


- Lick me, I missed the man's affection so much ... - leaning back.


It's a simple matter. I knelt down and bent down to her crotch. Fingers gently parted the pink folds of her large lips to the sides and smoothed inwardly. Then slightly touching the tongue, held up between them. She trembled, and when I repeated, moving in the opposite direction, she grabbed my head and squeezed me tightly between my thighs:


- Come on ... More ... Stronger ... My young friend.


Not having time to breathe air, I was pressed face to her bosom. Continuing, however, to give her pleasure with his tongue, vigorously moving it up and down and even boring with the tip. Soon I ran out of air, and I tried to break free from her iron grip, twitching to the sides. When I succeeded, I straightened up, red from suffocation with my face wet from her juice, swallowing air with my open mouth.


- What are you doing? She wondered.


- Yes, I almost suffocated without air, - I said on exhalation, again leaning to the pussy.


- Yes ... Well done ... - she moaned, 

wiggling her soft booty on the couch.


And when my tongue sank into the vagina, she arched, again pressing me to her hands.


- Deeper dear and twirl them there ... Yes ... To the sides! - she moaned, letting go of me, and twitching all over.


Not listening to her, I got up and began to stroke her charms with a swollen and stiff member. She froze, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, surrendering to the sensations. And I, having lubricated the head of the penis with saliva and putting it to the entrance to the vagina, pressed, having previously lifted her legs to the ceiling.


I won't say that I have a small size, but its hole turned out to be much larger! My friend, with a quiet sob, freely fell into her "bowels". Although everything has its advantages ... I felt how the head rested with force against the uterus.


“Ohhh,” she screamed and twitched.


But I already grabbed her hips and confidently moved, plunging in and out. At each dive, I rested against the uterus, Larissa screamed, and cramps ran through her stomach. My thighs slapped against her buttocks, and my scrotum swayed against her crotch.


Friction against the walls of the vagina was minimal and so I squeezed her ankles together and tilted her to one side as if twisting at the “waist” by ninety degrees. Got better. Now I felt my penis tearing inside her womb, pushing the walls of the vagina. She breathed heavily, biting her lip, and her eyes widened to become almost round. The gray tint disappeared from the eyes, and blueness emerged.


- And now in the ass ... you will like it ... - she muttered with a groan.


- Would you like it in the ass? I shouted, increasing the pace.


- Yes-ah ...


I jerked out of the vagina and, without rushing, drove the phallus between the round and elastic buttocks. The head, and then the entire organ, one might say, "with a whistle" made their way into the anus.


- Yes ... - I thought, - virginity here "does not smell" in any place, continuing to hammer her with sharp jabs.


- More ... Faster ... - she was already shouting, arching, and as if trying to escape from my embrace.


But I held her tightly, and she tensed powerlessly in my arms.


- And if so?! - I screamed, and instantly leaving the anus, again drove a member into the vagina.


- Ooh ...


And I already repeated the reverse jump, hitting the buttocks with a strong slap during full immersion.


- And so! - again racing and I drill the vagina ...


After doing this four times, I drove her into a stupor. She froze ... And then, screaming with excitement, trembled and began to finish, wriggling like a snake. Immediately in the street, Gavroche barked, and the door shook with a powerful blow.


- “Time to scatter, and time to collect stones” ... - I thought, imagining that this “calf” would burst into the room and rush to “protect” the mistress ...


All my excitement vanished instantly, and my penis drooped, “losing” its stamina ... Another blow, from which it seemed, the entire extension shuddered and I, panicking and “losing my head,” jumped into the steam room, holding the door forcibly by the flimsy handle. Despite the heat accumulated in the room, I feel chills, and my skin is covered with pimples ...


After a moment I realize that I am clinging to, though thick, but glass doors. And, despite its hardening, it will not withstand the impact of a heavy body. Cold sweat is running down my back, my shirt is stuck to my body, and I am hunted around where I can hide ... (In the steam room! Where there is nothing but a shelf ...).


- Shut up bitch! - the shrill voice of my passion is heard, - get out ...


The barking dies down, the blows are no longer repeated. Through the translucent glass, I see a distorted female silhouette approaching the door. A light knock on the glass with a fingernail:


- Are you alive there?


- Yes ... - I answer stifled, retreating to the shelf and sitting on it to jump up again with the mats ... (I got burned!).


The door opens. Larissa goes inside. It can be seen how good it is!


- Did you have time to finish? She asks.


- Not! - With difficulty restraining the chattering with my teeth, I cut off, - although I didn’t describe myself, and that’s okay ... - And to myself, - but I could have been shit!


- Well done! Nimble ... Until it dawned on me ... It's been a long time since I finished! That's what youth means!


Looking around me and seeing that at the moment there was little use from me pulled my hand:


- Come on, I'll pour some brandy.


We left the steam room and went to the bar. Taking out a thimble, which for some reason is called a glass, she poured brandy into it. Still haunted, looking back at the door, he groped for a hefty glass, grabbed it with both hands, and handed it to her:


“This way,” I asked, strangled.


- Will there be a lot? She chuckled.


- Just to forget ...


- Do not try to get drunk! - she warned, - we still have a lot of "cases"!


Although there was only one thing: "Fuck this lustful bitch, to the loss of pulse and bloody calluses between the legs ...". I kissed my pelvis and took a good sip. I looked around in search of a place to sit and, having passed into the hall, sat down on the same canapé.


While I was "being treated", Larisa, without dressing, came up and opened the door. I got sick again. On the threshold sat Gavroche, and trickles of saliva hung from his mouth to the floor. At the sight of the hostess, he jumped up, casting a glance in my direction, eloquently saying: “Gingerbread man, gingerbread man! I will eat you... "!


- Oh, you bastard, - she patted the dog affectionately and, grabbing the withers, "dragged" into the darkness.


Already from afar, I heard:


- Well done, you're mine! Defender ... But you will spend the night in the "stall". And then you will break off the whole buzz!


There was the sound of a door being opened and then locked.

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