Miracles happen in real life
It turned out that Petrovich was celebrating his anniversary not with his family, but with his work crew, in a gas workers' shift camp. His wife and daughters had gone on a long vacation to the warm shores of the Black Sea, to gather strength for the long northern winter, as well as sexual experience with insolent southern boys and hairy kebab vendors. Petrovich's mood was not great—half his life was behind him, there wasn't much left to desire—it seemed he had everything, and it was unlikely anything in this life could surprise him anymore. However, his friends promised to arrange a real surprise for him.
The day of the anniversary arrived. For the occasion, a day off was declared, and the entire shift, in full force—about fifty
healthy men and a few promiscuous girls—cooks, dispatchers, and accountants—gathered for a banquet in the club building. Special guests were expected to arrive, but Petrovich thought about it distractedly, not attaching much importance to it.Serega, the foreman of one of Petrovich's crews, with whom they had been through Crimea and Rome side by side, asked Petrovich something completely off-topic
— "Petrovich, do you remember the singer Sandra?"
... he smiled at his thoughts, of course he did!... In the days of his wild youth, that pretty German singer with the sexy voice was the object of every Soviet boy's dreams. They jerked off to her fiercely, madly, slow-danced with girls to her songs, her portraits hung on every wall of student dorms, in truck cabs, and were a mandatory item in every soldier's locker, despite the political officers' crackdowns. Petrovich remembered how he himself, in the army, had furiously jerked off to a magazine cutout of this beauty in an enticing, provocative pose, in a miniskirt and a denim jacket. To tell the truth, he had only married his Larisa because of her resemblance to the German pop diva, something he later repeatedly regretted.
Finally, there was a noise of rotors, and a helicopter landed right on the square in front of the club, kicking up clouds of dust, carrying these very "special" guests. Petrovich gloomily thought about the ugly officials from the regional administration or the corporation, which made his mood even darker. However, down the helicopter's folding ladder to the ground, accompanied by Petrovich's deputy, came two lovely ladies and headed towards the club. Petrovich was speechless when, in the fit, mature brunette, he recognized Sandra, and next to her, swaying with impressive tits in a low-cut top, in a miniskirt and sexy boots, walked another iconic singer of those years—the Italian Sabrina Salerno.
... Approaching Petrovich, the ladies greeted him with sweet kisses of a completely unofficial nature and began chattering something of their own, non-Russian, which immediately made Petrovich feel a heaviness in his pants. Serega, grinning, said
— "Happy birthday, accept the gift—and don't be shy, it's all paid for!"
The ladies were dressed "to kill"—just like in the days of their wild fame and peak popularity. In the hall, they proceeded to the main seats, next to the birthday boy, and the starved men looked lustfully at their firm, swaying asses and slender legs.
The banquet began, and it was Petrovich's turn to be surprised. The ladies flatly refused wine and champagne and, on par with the men, started drinking vodka, instantly getting drunk and becoming even more uninhibited and sexy. Sabrina was the first to stand out—performing one of her hits to a backing track, walking around the hall, she unbuttoned her jacket and exposed her impressive tits. The men didn't miss the chance to grope the Italian, or even slip a hand between her legs, making her moan languidly. A little later, Sandra joined her, also putting on a small striptease...
Petrovich was breathless—the objects of his sexual dreams in the flesh were embodying things he couldn't even dream of, while clearly enjoying it themselves—their eyes were shining, they willingly flirted and coquetted, kissed each other passionately, and were getting drunker and drunker.
The party was in full swing—practically naked Sabrina was singing, walking in ankle boots right on the banquet table, shamelessly writhing and swaying her tits, the crowd in ecstasy groped her, when Petrovich felt Sandra's little hand on his long-erect cock under his pants... Petrovich looked into her drunken eyes, and then she seized his lips in a kiss, wildly caressing with her hot, sharp little tongue, while impatiently unzipping Petrovich's fly. Finally, his cock was in her hot mouth, and the little German girl began sucking the swollen head, licked his balls, and sucked the cock again, purring like a cat...
Finally, Petrovich couldn't take it anymore and, growling like a beast, threw Sandra onto the table on her back, scattering plates and cutlery, and drove his hard-on between the slender legs of the German girl, to the wild roar of his buddies. Petrovich fucked the German girl, driving his cock into her hungry womb, and went crazy with excitement and wild passion... Staggering, Sabrina approached them and, writhing, sat her pussy on Sandra's face.
The crowd surrounded the table where Petrovich was fucking Sandra; half-naked, drunken sluts were already twirling, rubbing against the men, jerking and sucking their erect cocks. The men cheered with shouts:
— "Go on, Petrovich, fuck her!"
— "Fuck that pussy!"
— "Look at these horny bitches!"
— "Sabrina's got a great pussy, huh?"
... Petrovich fucked Sandra like a dog, suddenly growled, arched his back, and convulsed in ecstasy, stuffing the pretty German girl with his hot cum to the roar of the men. Sabrina immediately rushed to them and, gracefully arching, got on all fours over Sandra in a 69 position, with pleasure sucking Petrovich's cock and licking her friend... The men took this pose as an invitation—an argument immediately broke out, won by a two-meter-tall driller, who jumped onto the table and drove his cock in one thrust into Sabrina's wet pussy up to his balls... Sabrina arched her back and thrust back at the man, who fucked her like a bull, while Sandra whimpered, licking his hairy balls...
Petrovich sat down satisfied to the side; the half-naked and drunk accountant Sveta immediately rushed to him and began frantically sucking his cock, sucking herself a good quarterly bonus, while the foreign girls went wild... The girls were standing in a 69, and Sabrina, shuddering from the thrusts of the next fucker, sucked each cock before it entered the wet, sloshing pussy of Sandra; the men argued, fighting for a turn with the whores; some stroked Sandra's legs in her ankle boots, licked them, and came on them, drenching them with streams of cum, which the lustful Sabrina licked up with pleasure... From time to time, this sweet slut was given vodka to drink and handed a cigarette for a few puffs... Occasionally, one of the fuckers rudely lifted Sabrina's ass and fucked right into the mouth of the crazed cutie Sandra.
The shift whores growled with anger—one of them, the busty cook Tanya, whom the entire shift had fucked, approached the table and, cursing, grabbed Sandra by the hair, saying something threatening to the frightened lady. The busty one was calmed down, and it was translated to Sandra that the Russian woman wanted to compete with her—to see who could please three males faster by sucking their cocks. The men were seated on the table—each got three—and the start was given.
Busty Tanka knew a thing or two about blowjobs; she sucked inspirationingly, taking the cock almost completely, but Sandra was unstoppable. The naked, petite German girl winked whorishly at a man, authoritatively pushed him onto his back, and after sucking his cock, lifted his legs, starting to wildly lick his balls, perineum, and ass, penetrating there with her sharp little tongue... Less than a minute later, the man, growling, drenched the lustful Sandra with hot streams. (Porno stories) Sandra, winking, licked his balls once more and moved to the next one. Taking his balls in her mouth, Sandra with her little hand began frantically jerking the shaft, licking the balls with her hot tongue—the man came, growling—saluting the German singer
— "... Cock... suck...?"
Sandra said, smiling. The third was Petrovich, and Sandra began wildly sucking the head, stroking his perineum with her palm, playfully pressed a special spot, and took Petrovich's hot cum in her mouth. In all this time, busty Tanka had only managed to suck off one man, but her defeat was sweetened by Sabrina, who pushed her onto the table and began greedily licking the busty one's crotch...
... For all three days that the beauties were guests in the camp, a wild orgy didn't stop; the females didn't sober up from drunkenness and barely had time to recover from unrestrained sex—a trip to the bathhouse ended with wild fucking of the steamed foreign girls, and it turned out that little Sandra amazingly took two cocks in her ass simultaneously; they held a competition of jerking off cocks with their feet, where the victory was unexpectedly won by a Russian—the little accountant Sveta, who had charming bare feet. During these days, Petrovich realized all his sexual fantasies and desires with his sexual goddesses, and it turned out the lustful ladies had no fewer desires.
After the celebration ended, the fucked-out and drunk Sandra and Sabrina were taken on board by the same helicopter, and the luxurious foreign girls, dressed in whatever, shouted Russian curses (the ones they had managed to learn) words of gratitude and thanks for the good sex and wishes to meet again.
Petrovich smiled to himself once more and made a final decision to divorce his bitch of a wife—after all, a copy is always worse than the original.