Gangster Love

I had a friend. Let's call him Oleg. I was introduced to him by Sashka, one of my former lovers. At first, Oleg didn't make much of an impression on me. He was the most ordinary man. He was 34 at the time, divorced. After we met, I didn't even think about him or remember him. But he worked on a minibus route, and his route passed near my house, so willy-nilly we ended up seeing each other. One day I was returning from the institute in a terrible mood, he gave me a ride home, listened to me. He calmed me down, gave me advice. That's how our friendship began, yes—yes, exactly friendship. It didn't come to sex, I had a boyfriend,

and I wasn't attracted to him either, my feelings were simply friendly. This went on for about six months. And then one fine day I realized I hadn't seen his car on the route for quite a while. So I ran to the friend who introduced us (he also worked on that route) and asked him where Oleg had gone. What I heard was terrible. Oleg sold his car and wouldn't be working on the route anymore! And I don't know his phone number, or address, or where he got a job! Could it be I'd never see him again! All I found out was that he works as a taxi driver. But how many taxis are there in our city, you can't just call them all! I was simply in shock! By that time I had broken up with my boyfriend and had started seriously thinking about Oleg. And then this news. But I didn't get discouraged, I started thinking about how to meet him again. Nothing came to mind for a long time, I went to the area where he lives, rushed up to every car with a yellow taxi light. And only a month later, through many intermediaries, I got his phone number. I was very hesitant to call him for a long time, and finally, I gathered my courage, and we met! Oleg arrived in a white Zhiguli (a "six"). He was happy, and I was three times as happy! He had wanted me all this time, and I hadn't given him a reason, but now the moment had come when I was ready. We immediately agreed to go to a little forest nearby my house. The whole way I imagined how it would happen, and I was very afraid of being disappointed. I was terribly nervous. I thought I wouldn't like it, and that I had wasted a bunch of time looking for him for nothing. I was also embarrassed that Oleg was a tall and large man, and I couldn't imagine how we would fit in his little car. And his car itself bothered me, something was off about it, but what exactly—I couldn't understand. Suddenly it dawned on me, and I asked:

— Oleg, why, if you're a taxi driver, don't you have a taxi light, or a radio, and the license plates aren't yellow?

He smiled strangely and replied:

— I'm not a taxi driver. I'm a gangster.

And with those words, he took a pistol out of the glove compartment. I felt uneasy.

— Don't be afraid, I'm one of the good ones!

I didn't know what to say.

When we arrived at the little forest, it turned out there were more people and cars there than at the central market during the day. Under every bush there was a car, and in it—a loving couple. After a long search, we found ourselves a spot and stopped there. I sat on Oleg's lap, positioned between him and the steering wheel (how I even fit!) and we started kissing. I immediately felt growing arousal. We kissed for a very long time—maybe 10 minutes, maybe an hour—I don't even remember exactly. My head spun sweetly, a pleasant ache started low in my belly. Oleg began to undress me slowly and tenderly, took off my sweater, then my bra, and started caressing my breasts with his hands. And then it hit me like lightning—I was wearing such shameful panties! Of course, it was dark, but still, you could see! He was going to take off my jeans now, and I'd be left in these panties! Shame! Without thinking long, I took them off along with my pants and threw them far away, all without taking my lips off Oleg's lips. This was simultaneously a signal for action. Oleg also quickly undressed. I had seen his penis before, but it had never seemed so beautiful, had never excited me so much. Oleg reclined the seat and lay down. Already aching with desire, I positioned myself on top. I felt him softly enter me to his full length, it immediately felt pleasant and simultaneously uncomfortable. The ceiling in the car was low, and it was very hard to move.

I complained that it was uncomfortable. Oleg suggested we switch places. I lay on my back on the seat. With an agility uncharacteristic for a man of his build, he positioned himself on top. and entered me. And then it began! I hadn't experienced anything like it in a long time! His penis rhythmically entered me, and with each new thrust, a new bright wave of sensations washed over me.

"How good!" — I thought, hugging him tighter... And suddenly it was all over. Oleg came, got off me, threw the condom out the window and lay down next to me. I desperately wanted more. And I was so afraid of being disappointed!

— What, is it over already? — I asked.

Oleg replied in an indignant voice:

— We'll rest a bit now and then continue!

Calmed down, I relaxed and lay more comfortably. I lay with my back to him, and he pressed against me from behind. With one hand he stroked my body, and I immediately got goosebumps all over.

— Is it good for you? — he asked.

— Yes. — I couldn't say anything else.

After about 15 minutes we got back to business. He positioned himself on top again. This time he was rougher and more assertive. I will never forget this! With each of his movements, I moved to meet him, he entered me deeply, and I wanted it even deeper. He was simultaneously strong, and tender, and rough, and affectionate. His hands explored my body, his lips covered it with hot kisses. I don't even know how much time passed before he came a second time. Then again a little rest, and again wild sex. The people around had mostly left, and we got out onto the hood of the car. But at some point I realized I was terribly tired and couldn't go on anymore. I got into the car. But Oleg was tireless, he needed to finish. I asked him to lie down, positioned myself on top and took his penis in my mouth. I knew Oleg really loved such caresses, He arched his whole body towards me. and literally within a few minutes I felt his taste on my lips. I lay down next to him, and for a few minutes we lay there, unable to even say anything. Then Oleg found the strength to reach for his phone.

— 2 a.m.!

— Already? How long have we been here?

— We arrived at 11. Can you imagine, we made love for 3 hours straight! At my age! I came 3 times in a row several years ago! And you're great, you weren't shy at all, undressed so quickly yourself. Damn, I'm in old torn panties! I had to get dressed quickly before he saw. Anyway, happy and tired, we drove back. He took me home, and went about his own business, promising to definitely call.

Days passed, he didn't call. I couldn't understand what was wrong. Didn't he like it? He didn't want it anymore? Didn't seem like it. I called him and heard on the line: "the subscriber is unavailable." He changed his number and didn't tell me? More than a month had passed since he didn't call, and I had no choice but to be offended and try to forget him. I had already come to terms with his absence, but suddenly I met Sashka, who introduced us. I casually asked him about Oleg. What I heard simply shocked me. The friend said Oleg had been arrested, he's in a pre-trial detention center now, and it's unknown if they'll release him or give him 18 years. My offense immediately disappeared, I genuinely felt sorry for him. There was nothing to do but wait. And then, when I had already come to terms with the thought that he was gone, and wouldn't be back, he called. It turned out he got a suspended sentence. I geared up for another wonderful night, but he disappointed me, finishing in 5 minutes. He took me home and didn't call again. I was forgetting him. If he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to, — I thought.

Six months passed.

It was a warm July evening. I was lying down and couldn't sleep. My thoughts were occupied with Oleg. Why did I remember him? Maybe because his birthday was soon? I took my phone and looked at the time. It was half past twelve. "If only he would call!" — I thought. And immediately after that thought: "Calm down, he won't call anymore!" Sighing, I turned off my phone's sound and fell asleep.

— Put on the rubber, — Oleg asked.

I obediently reached for the pack, took out one condom and put it on Oleg's penis. My gaze lingered on the pack for a second.

— With banana scent, — I read.

— Smell it, does it smell?

— I can't smell it.

— Then taste it. Try it, try it, — with these words Oleg pulled my head towards him with his hands. I took his head into my mouth first, licked it to make it wet, and with each movement I started taking the penis deeper and deeper into my mouth. I couldn't taste banana, but I liked giving Oleg a blowjob, he liked it too, as evidenced by his pleased expression. Then I sat Oleg on the seat, and sat on top myself.

I got home late, completely exhausted, collapsed on the bed. But I was happy: Oleg was free, and I knew where to find him. And most importantly, he promised to call!

The next time we met a few days later. We went to the riverbank. It was too cold to swim, after wetting our feet, we went to the car. On the way, Oleg bought a new pack of condoms. I noticed the pack again. "Gusarskie," with dots and ribs.

— And where's the one left from last time?

— His sister washed it along with his shorts.

Well okay, I thought. To start, we warmed up in the missionary position. After Oleg's first orgasm, we switched places.

He lay down, I sat on top. Holding onto the seat back with one hand, I lowered the other between my legs and started caressing my clitoris. Oleg caressed my breasts with his hands. I don't remember what happened next. From such caresses from all sides, I literally lost my mind. One of my hands was still between my legs, with the other I gripped the seat so hard that a little more and I would have torn off all the upholstery. But I didn't notice anything, in the whole world there existed only me, Oleg, and that warm wave low in my belly, which grew stronger with each movement. Then Oleg suddenly grabbed my breast sharply, and I understood he was about to come. Coming to my senses a bit, I started moving faster, simultaneously tensing and relaxing my muscles inside to make it even more pleasant for Oleg. As soon as he came, I got off, sat next to him and took off the rubber. Oleg's penis hadn't gone soft yet, and without thinking long, I took it in my mouth. I started giving him a blowjob slowly, gradually speeding up the pace. At first I just moved my lips up and down his penis, moistening it and as if tasting it, then with my right hand I grasped it and started moving my hand along its entire length together with my lips, and with my other hand I caressed his testicles. Even between the second and third time, his penis didn't think of going soft. So Oleg wouldn't get bored with my movements, I tried to vary them. I would take the penis as deep as I could, then caress just the head, tickling it with my tongue, then as if sucking it into myself. I tried my best so Oleg would feel as good as never before. And my efforts weren't in vain. Oleg moaned and writhed towards me, pulling my head to him. And even when he came, he didn't let me go, so he would come right into my mouth. I didn't like semen, not because it's semen, but I just don't like its taste. But there was nowhere to go. When it was all over, we lay next to each other a little longer. I realized everything hurt: my neck, legs, back, my jaw was cramping. But I was happy. I gave the last remaining rubber to Oleg and told him to hide it far away so his sister wouldn't wash it. Oleg explained to me the difference between the words "to come" and "orgasm." He said the first 2 times he came, but the third time he experienced a real orgasm, and that happens rarely. He said he had never felt so good with anyone as with me, endlessly marveling at how he managed to come. 3 times in a row at the age of 36, not even resting between the second and third time. I interrupted his joyful reasoning and asked:

— Oleg, why do I give you a blowjob every time, and you never do the same for me?

— Sorry, but I can't, — Oleg answered. — I was in prison, it's not welcomed there. Please try to understand me too. I just can't.

— I understand, — I replied, although I actually didn't understand anything.

— Although: We can do it so no one finds out, agreed?

On the way home Oleg asked me:

— Have you ever had a threesome?

— Yes, — I answered honestly.

— With two boys or with a boy and a girl?

— With two boys.

— Did you like it?

— To be honest, no. Probably the boys weren't very good.

— Would you like to have sex with me and someone else?

— Yes, only I want to try with a boy and a girl. But there's nowhere to get a girl, none of my girlfriends would agree.

I walked home on shaking legs, thought I wouldn't make it and would sit down right on the ground somewhere. I sat on top for a whole hour, not a bad workout!

A few days later Oleg invited me to his dacha and asked me to bring a girlfriend along. At first I didn't want to go, but Oleg reminded me of our last conversation about oral sex, and said he would do what he promised. I immediately fell for it and agreed. I took one of my girlfriends, Alisa, with me. Truth be told, Alisa and I periodically have sex with each other, and, seeing her tonight (we hadn't seen each other in a while), I realized that for tonight I didn't need any Oleg. But he was with a friend, and there was nowhere to put them.

The dacha had 2 floors. Oleg and his friend Vitaly settled on the first floor at the table, drinking beer. I dragged

Alisa upstairs. There turned out to be three whole sofas right away. Sitting on each in turn I chose the most comfortable one, lay down on it and called Alisa. We hugged. At that time Oleg came up to the second floor. Seeing two hugging girls, he was confused for a second, then said:

— Girls, can I be in the middle?

And, without waiting for an answer, Oleg lay down between us. First he kissed Alisa. I lay next to them, watched them kiss, and slowly started getting turned on. Then Oleg kissed me. We kissed for a long time. Breaking away from me, Oleg said to us: "Kiss each other." Alisa and I reached for each other and kissed. Oleg watched us, then decided to join in, and we kissed all three together. I don't remember how we undressed, but we were without clothes very soon. What didn't we do! First we put Alisa on her back and caressed her together. Oleg kissed us and caressed us with his hands, but I was waiting for the main thing. Finally, when I was lying on my back, Oleg bent down to my stomach and ran his