Sometimes I feel like a lustful pervert with preoccupied thoughts. My shamelessness crosses all existing boundaries, and my wife indulges in this. She is a young girl who, out of stupidity or spiritual simplicity, agreed to get married, despite the ten-year age difference. The chosen one is a beauty of average proportions with blond hair that is bleached twice a year. Firm small breasts, graceful ass, and chiseled legs are a means of arousal at any time of the day. Her neat shaved pussy and shyly contracting anus help the erection reach the stage of ejaculation in a matter of minutes.
It would seem, enjoy married life, stamp out offspring, but there lives a demonic force in me. Nothing can drive the devils, pushing me to whoredom, out of my head. I want to fuck all the naked models from the Internet, I imagine how I hammer in all the holes of the girls I know, I constantly copulate with my wife, and sometimes I jerk off in the toilet, fantasizing about rough sex with adult females. Believe me, I managed to gain experience before marriage. There was everything: with two girls, with prostitutes, blowjob in the car, anal sex with a hottie from the club, I even fucked a mulatto once. Knowing about the inexhaustible sexual desire, my passion Karina gives herself entirely in bed so that she does not feel a lack of pleasure when she is not around.
After the wedding, renting an apartment became a regular expense item, draining the family budget. We were lucky to rent a one-room apartment in an apartment building, where the walls are thinner than cellophane. You put a glass and listen to what interesting things the neighbors are doing or delve into the topic of conversation. We were not particularly lucky with our neighbors: on the left there lives a mature couple who managed to dump their daughter at college, on the right there are alcoholics, a little further on there is a mother who recently gave birth, then a businessman who does not spit through his lips once more, behind him there is some asshole who is engaged in journalism. The neighbor Lyuda is a very sharp, impulsive brunette, whose long, sharp nose is somewhat reminiscent of Italians.
Her husband Oleg likes to get drunk, staying late at work. They fucked regularly, only the regularity of once a month made my wife and I smile, because we screw every other day several times in a row. Oksana always screamed loudly in bed, and I didn’t want to shut her up with my hand, which had been between her legs up to the elbow. Every heat was accompanied by loud gasps, voluptuous moans, and the delightful squeals of euphoria that come with orgasms.
Soon I began to notice one characteristic detail – after our sex, the door handles would either be smeared with shit, or they would spit snot on the door. Once there was even a puddle of strange consistency, resembling vomit. Naturally, I walked along the corridor, where some of the neighbors also observed nasty deeds of an unknown hand. Once I sat comfortably on the couch, threw a noose around my throat from a towel, began to press on my neck and masturbate. An attack of masturbatory pleasure was mercilessly destroyed by a strange rustling near the door. Slowly approaching the peephole, I noticed how Lyudmila shamelessly smeared the door opposite with a brush. There, music was screaming until midnight, and the vengeful Italian does not forgive such insults. Suspicions about alcoholics disappeared on their own. The bilious bitch had to be caught red-handed, so I had to buy a video peephole. A common device that provides apartment owners with information for visitors and a little confidence that the newfangled accessory will scare off thieves. My wife liked the device, so as a thank you for the purchase, mind-blowing sex awaited me. After two sticks, accompanied by heart-rending groans, I went to the toilet for a smoke break, and at the same time jerked off for complete relaxation.
I periodically checked the monitor, tiptoeing to the front door. There was no one there. As soon as I left the apartment for half an hour, a yellow puddle formed on the tiles in front of the entrance. Who pissed? Usually suspicion falls on stray cats or stray dogs! Only on the video recorded thanks to the triggering of the motion sensor was the scoundrel visible. Lyudmila waited until my door slammed. She went out onto the landing, looked around, squatted down and gave a juicy stream of urine right under the door. She had apparently been collecting the liquid for targeted revenge all morning. It took a minute to transfer the clip to my phone, after which I headed to the neighbor’s door in my robe.
- Good day, neighbors.
- What do you want? – the hot woman asked unfriendly.
- I’m from the neighboring apartment. Misha.
- What are you here for, you restless faggot?
- Let’s get straight to the point. Somebody pissed under my door.
- Serves you right. No need to put on a corps de ballet through the wall at night.
- Here’s the recording, – I turned on the video, – I plan to post it in the group of our complex. Let them know the hero by sight.
- Quiet. Let’s talk, neighbor? – Lyuda showed interest, since there was no other choice.
- You’ll become a celebrity! Our entire floor will appreciate your diligent efforts.
- Ask for whatever you want, just delete the video.
- We’ll fuck and be even.
- You’re nuts, kid? Get out of here, you bastard.
- You asked for it, you cowardly bitch.
I returned to the apartment with a mischievous grin. I was thinking about editing the video to add epic music and make a close-up of the heroine’s face. The unbearable neighbor rushed in a couple of minutes later, out of breath from a surge of adrenaline. I could read in her eyes that she agreed. The fucking sodomite’s button was activated instantly, as soon as I saw the lack of underwear under the open robe. My body began to ache from the built-up lust, and I wanted to stick my dick into the first hole I came across to release a squad of seething spermatozoa there. The veins on my temples began to bulge, sweat ran down my back. My gaze glazed over when Lyudmila showed me a loose crater between my legs, where everything was shining with oozing lubricant. The envious bitch wanted it and did not hide it. I moved the guest’s left leg to the right, and with my left hand I pushed my fingers into the slit with all my might, reaching the pads of the uterus. Everything in the burning vagina began to squelch, and the woman could not hold back a moan. Continuing to rummage through the quarry of flesh, I allowed myself to insert another finger there. Then the pussy accepted the five fingers entirely.
- “Mikhail,” the female cried out, interrupting herself, “stop.”
- Work it off if you don’t want to be popular with your neighbors.
Base desires pushed me to brazenly slide my hand in the lady’s organ, as if looking for a lost thing. Deep immersion brought Lyuda to a frenzy, which ended in an orgasm with a slow slide down the wall. The woman’s legs gave way after a machine gun burst of orgasms that occurred during the stimulation of the womb that had atrophied without sex. Lubricant poured out of the cunt in an inexhaustible stream, as if a dam had burst after the impact of a hand ram. I scooped up some sticky concentrate to smear it on the asshole. Lyudmila shyly clenched her anus, but seeing a contemptuous look, she relaxed like a girl dreaming of getting rid of her virginity. Kissing a slut of Balzac’s age? No thanks, this is not a story about me! The lubricant gradually filled the anus, splashed along the walls of the rectum. Waste-free production and nothing more.
- Get on all fours, neighbor.
- In the hallway?
- I’m not going to fuck you on the bed, are I?!
- Just not hard… I haven’t had anything there in a long time.
- Olezhka doesn’t add any pepper, so you’re as angry as a watchdog?
- None of your business. Do what you’ve got in mind!
The spit went towards the ass, and the saliva landed on the buttock. I wiped the bubbling liquid with my fingers, pushing it into the rectum. The plaintive moans of the hissing vixen only egged me on to fuck her as hard as possible. The spread buns were pale in the middle, but the hole was pinkish-yellow. Nature created the anus not for love – for defecation, but what difference does it make what the foundations of the universe strive for. My eggplant penetrated the hole with its head, giving the woman of Balzac’s age a deafening blow. She shrank all over, demanding a minute’s pause for adaptation. The second push plunged the neighbor into a state of tooth-shattering withdrawal, because I unceremoniously used the asshole with all my might. The balls were aching from the upcoming discharge, Lyuda was whining, moving her long hair along the floor and pressing herself against the doormat, on which we wipe our feet with our faces. The hellish thrusts continued until the pressure in the penis reached its limit, throwing out a stingy stream of sperm through the urethra. The woman grabbed her temples, as if the liquid during ejaculation had reached the brain. The ass snorted in displeasure when the penis came out entirely from the compartment overflowing with turbid mucus. A slap on the ass made the neighbor understand that no one was happy with her fucked ass in our apartment anymore. The video was demonstratively deleted. No one shit under the door anymore or left trash.