A Life Story. Part 2. My Best Friend Surprised Me.
(The story described in this tale is the absolute truth. It happened in the summer of 2024 near one of the cottage settlements in the Vladimir region, where I came with my wife and friends to celebrate another anniversary of our wedding. This story is told accurately. There are no embellishments or fabrications. Everything happened before my eyes. The names of the main characters have been changed.)
— Should I take it?
Marina turned her head towards me and groaned this question.
I nodded, showing her that I was already finishing. My wife leaned forward and my cock slipped out of her pussy. She turned to face me and, sitting
on her butt, took it in her hand and began diligently jerking it off. After a few seconds, I felt the onset of an orgasm that instantly overwhelmed my entire body. It was as if all my body's strength was directed towards the impending eruption of my seed. This caused convulsions throughout my body, and I clenched my fists, gathering my last strength to maintain my position kneeling. And a second later, the first stream of cum shot out from the head of my cock.Marina had been fucking me every day for several years. So she knew well that I cum very copiously while kneeling. She positioned her open mouth just as I came, and the first stream of cum flew into it completely. She immediately took the head of my cock a little into her mouth so that not a single drop would miss and began greedily swallowing the cum. I unloaded fully. A pleasant feeling of emptiness and exhaustion spread throughout my body. Marina licked the head of the cock with her tongue and released it from her hands. It was still standing, but the erection was beginning to subside.
I gave it a satisfied shake, then stood up to my full height and, putting on my swim trunks, said:
— Excellent.
My wife didn't answer. She silently reached for her purse. She took out a pack of tissues, pulled one out, and wiped her pussy, which still glistened with the remnants of her wetness. After that, she took a bottle of water and rinsed her mouth.
— Seryoga and his wife and Oleg are already on their way. If they haven't arrived already. Marina, get dressed. It's time for us to go.
Ten minutes later, we were fully dressed and walking along the shore towards our camp. I walked, holding a spinning rod in one hand and a bag in the other, in which several pike I had caught were still moving. Marina carried her bag, which contained a camera and our smartphones.
The clearing where our two-person tent was set up and our car was parked was about two hundred meters from the shore where we were fishing. The river couldn't be seen from it, as the bushes growing along the shoreline blocked the view. But on the other side, there was a large field that ended about seven hundred meters from the camp with a pine forest, the trees of which stood proudly, blocking the horizon.
Seryoga's car was indeed already there. But the greatest joy for me was that Oleg had arrived. We had been friends since school. After his divorce and the trauma from it, he urgently needed to get away. Fishing was his hobby. So nothing better could be thought of.
I threw the spinning rod and the bag on the ground next to the car.
As is customary, there were hugs and handshakes.
Seryoga and his wife had gotten married a few months ago. They were never apart from each other. They even worked in the same organization. With Oleg, however, a nasty story had happened. His wife had run off with some guy in a neighboring town. And she had even left him without an apartment. A real mess, in short.
He asked me:
— I see you already have fish. How's the fishing here? Are there many spots?
— As you can see — I answered.
Generally, there were no problems with fish and food that evening. The meat for the shashlik was ready. The fish were biting well.
The only problem was firewood. The bushes growing nearby couldn't provide good coals. We had to go to the forest visible on the other side of the clearing. I went to my car and took a rope from the trunk to tie up a bundle of firewood. Oleg volunteered to go with me. Seryoga stayed with the girls to deal with the fish and food, as he was a cook and knew a lot about cooking.
We reached the forest quickly. It was just beginning to get dark. Inside the forest itself, there was a pleasant coolness, unlike the open area where it was +30.
We went further into the forest, following the Russian proverb: "the further into the forest, the more firewood," and about 50 meters from the edge of the forest, we came across this couple. They were on a small clearing in the forest. The only road leading to it went in the opposite direction, somewhere into the forest. You could even drive a car on it. From the side we came from, this clearing was hidden from view by a wall of young birch trees, which had grown inexplicably in the middle of a solid pine forest. So even now I don't understand how they didn't hear us.
In the middle of the clearing stood a brand-new BMW. Leaning against one of its doors was a naked, bald man in fashionable glasses. In front of him, on her knees, was a naked girl with long black hair, a slender body, and a beautiful ass. Her tits weren't visible from this angle, but it seemed like she had a C-cup.
Oleg stopped and, like me, hid behind one of the birch trees. By the way, I had seen that man, and indeed this car, the day before when we arrived at the cottage settlement and checked into the house we had rented for two weeks. That car was parked next to one of the cottages. And it was this very man who had gotten out of it then.
Meanwhile, the man turned the girl with her back to him and put her on all fours. He himself knelt down and positioned himself behind her ass. Then he took his erect cock and started pushing it into her.
— It hurts — the girl yelled.
But the man grabbed her even tighter.
— No. Please. Not in the ass. It hurts.
All her cries went unanswered. The man continued to push his long cock into her.
The girl tried to lean forward to pull the man's member out of her or at least get some momentum, but his strong hands held her firmly.
The man thrust his cock in completely and started fucking her.
— Take it out. Take it out. It hurts me. — the girl pleaded.
— Endure it, bitch. — the man said to her in response.
We clearly saw tears streaming from the girl's eyes. She whimpered pitifully from the pain. But the man continued to rape her harshly.
I turned to Oleg and noticed him gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
But at that moment, the man pulled out his cock and, standing up to his full height, said loudly, addressing the girl:
— Get your mouth ready. I'm coming.
The girl was lying on her side, crying and holding her ass. The man looked at her menacingly and said again:
— I'm telling you, get your mouth ready. I'm coming.
The girl forced herself and, getting up, knelt down. The man shoved his cock into her mouth and started making her work her head. She obediently began to suck. After a minute, he groaned and the girl tensed up. It was noticeable that she was starting to choke, but she still managed to cope and swallow what he shot into her.
The man, with a smirk, started to move away from her, holding his cock in his hands.
The girl sat back on her knees, but still held her ass and, through tears, asked:
— When will you stop treating me so dirtily? You said once would be enough, and this is already the third time. Why are you doing this?
— What am I doing wrong? What were you thinking with when you married my brother? Hoped it would work out. And you were probably shaking, afraid he wouldn't get you as a virgin.
— I was a virgin until him.
The girl cried, covering her face with her hands.
The man laughed.
— Seriously? I wouldn't be able to count your fuckers.
At that moment, Oleg couldn't take it anymore.
— Let's go — he said to me, clenching his fists.
— Do you want to go out to them? — I asked.
— Are you going to listen to this asshole or what?
We started to come out from behind the thicket of young birch trees. That couple was so engrossed in their conversation that they only noticed us when we were already three meters away from them.
The man stared at us:
— What do you want?
Oleg clenched his fists and said:
— I want you.
The man's eyes widened.
— Uh, I don't understand. If you two just want to fuck this slut, then she's all yours.
From that moment on, I began to suspect that the man was only pretending to be tough on the outside. In reality, he was a whiny wimp. He started getting really nervous as soon as he saw us.
Oleg continued his advance:
— No. I don't want her. I don't like women. I like bald men with firm asses.
I looked at Oleg in surprise, but his words seemed to make the man shit himself completely. He suddenly became alert. And looked at Oleg fearfully.
— Well? Shall we begin?
Oleg took off his T-shirt. Then he took off his shoes and started pulling down his pants along with his underwear. The bald man looked at him in fear.
— I'll show you! — he exclaimed.
— What will you show me? You'll say 'suck it, faggot,' and then cry yourself? You're only a hero against girls because you yourself are a pretty girl.
The man was really getting scared now. Oleg took off all his clothes and started approaching him.
He tried to hit him, but Oleg easily intercepted the blow and, twisting his arm, turned the man to face him with his ass. The man screamed. Oleg ran his free hand over his ass.
— How sweet you are. Clearly still a virgin.
Then he took his starting-to-get-hard cock in his hand and started inserting it into the man's ass. The man screamed like he was being slaughtered. But Oleg didn't let him go, instead pushing deeper. The man was still trying to break free, but how could he compete with a guy who had spent all his years since he was 12 in the gym. With his free hand, Oleg spanked the man's ass and continued diligently fucking him. After about 5 minutes from the start, his victim was no longer resisting, only growling angrily. But then Oleg pulled out his cock and came right on the man's ass. After a few slaps of his cock head on his ass, he finally released his victim.
— Good girl.
The man sank to his knees, whimpering pitifully and holding his ass. Oleg started getting dressed.
The girl had been sitting paralyzed the whole time with her mouth open, watching everything that was happening.
After getting dressed, Oleg nodded to me that it was time to leave, and we walked away from that clearing.
We gathered enough firewood in the forest and returned at sunset. My wife and friends were already waiting for us. But we both answered that we were just carefully selecting the best firewood, that's all. Like, we don't go out into nature often. We can walk a little longer.
We spent two days on that shore and only returned to the cottage settlement where we were staying a day later. There were delicious shashlik, and dancing by the fire under the moonlight on a warm summer night.
Oleg never talked to me about that incident. I didn't remind him either. And not once since leaving that clearing did we speak about it. For my friends, what happened remained a secret.