How to help a friend

How do all stories happen to us? They just happen—as they say, by chance, though sometimes inevitably. When we took the exam on Marxist-Leninist philosophy, I remembered the phrase—"Inevitability carves its path through a mass of accidents." They drilled it into us, I still remember! And so this story—it happened just unexpectedly, but it seems precisely inevitable! The thing is, on June 19th, our daughter turned 19, she's a Gemini by horoscope and has just as dual a nature. Although, in principle, all women of all ages have dual natures, that's just their nature, as my childhood friend often quips intricately

Anatoly.

We often spend time together, sometimes we don't even invite him and his wife over, but he, like that Tatar—suddenly rings the doorbell. And arm in arm with him is his wife Oksana, an incredibly charming and lovely young lady. So it is now, we're getting ready for the dacha, decided to celebrate our daughter's birthday as a family, but she flew off with her boyfriend on her incredibly urgent youth business, they're always flying and rushing, our young offspring.

And Tolik is right here—just as I put the pot with the pre-soaked meat in the car trunk, Tolya and Oksana "appeared" dashingly. My wife was very happy, after all, it's much more fun in company, Anatoly is generally a joker, knows a sea of jokes and funny stories, and Oksana is very charming and sociable, so we had a very good time at our dacha.

Especially since Anatoly and I have known each other for almost a hundred years, we became friends from the first grade in school. Only after finishing 11th "B" class, I fell in love with a beautiful graduate from 11th "A" and, a month after a stormy celebration of her and my 18th birthdays, I overdid it a bit in expressing my passion—my Larochka got pregnant. So quite naturally, we got married, well and after marriage, I followed Tolik into the army. And I would have served two years, but I got a bit lucky there, if you can put it that way…

During the "Dnieper" exercises, one frightened cadet, also a future officer!—dropped an RGD grenade, fell into a trench himself and it exploded nearby, so several small fragments hit my left leg. Well, of course, they immediately took me to the hospital, and during the examination, the chief surgeon was a bit shocked—if I had deliberately stuck those small pieces of deadly metal into myself, I definitely couldn't have done it so successfully, all hit the flesh, nothing dangerous, so after two weeks the surgeon wanted to discharge me—completely healthy, wounds healed like on a dog. That's the doctor's joke! But my cunning and treacherous, like all women, mommy, rushing to the hospital, visited me and very skillfully talked to the chief surgeon, saying my wife is pregnant and will give birth soon, at the same time definitely giving him a very nice "gift."

At the same time, she clearly just "gave" to him, my mommy is classy and seductive, so the surgeon soon changed his mind about my wound—after all, he's also a man and definitely adores beautiful women, no wonder he constantly pats his nurses' butts. Therefore, based on the surgeon's new data, I lay in the hospital for a whole month and, accordingly, the doctor's conclusion was that I was "unfit for active duty"—discharge to the reserves. And when the doctor came in with mommy to tell me this news, his face was just like a cat's after a bowl of sour cream. And clearly after the second bowl!

I even envied that doctor a bit—my mommy is a gorgeous woman, beautiful and shapely. When she walked down the hospital corridor, all the patients forgot their wounds and, frozen in a stupor, watched her go with glassy eyes, clearly admiring the dashing movements of her round butt, tightly covered by the thin fabric of her beautiful dress. And, it seems, wildly envied the surgeon walking beside her and very tenderly kissing my mommy's hands.

So after a month, having received military travel tickets and documents about discharge to the reserves, I was going home, dreaming of a quick meeting with Larochka. But mommy didn't let me go to her right away, asking me to stay home a bit, saying, Larisa waited for you for half a year, she'll wait three days, she missed me too. Those three days I "thanked" mommy—who else would take such care of me, and in the hospital she really "got things going." Due to daddy's constant business trips, she also constantly suffers, and I in the army was seriously "starved." Those three nights, each time I brought mommy to orgasm three or four times, and she allowed me everything—just couldn't finish inside her. But I could finish in her hot skillful mouth or in her plump butt, from this sweet gentle butt of mommy I blissed out wholeheartedly those three days. Well, not to "thank" mommy for her skillful efforts in my hospital—that's beyond all bounds. And I tried!

Well, and when mommy "calmed" me down, we directed our steps to Larisa's house. Her parents unexpectedly started grumbling sharply, saying I'm a depraved person, seduced a young 18-year-old girl, she just entered the institute, and then this, didn't invite us to the table, so mommy and I turned around and left. And Larisa, realizing things smelled of kerosene and divorce, ran after us and so we've been living together for so long, completely not communicating with her parents. Well, thank God—it's even better! Tolik served his two years, his girlfriend got married, so he married only at 27, and as he jokes—to a complete old lady, saying Oksana was already 19, and he—only 28. She's "already," and he's only "yet." As sung in the operetta—"Madam, I'm only forty-eight, and you're already—twenty-one!" Their marital union is 18 years this year, so we decided to combine and celebrate both events at our dacha.

We had a wonderful Saturday—in the morning a shot "to warm up," watered the dacha, well and in the evening the shashlik spread a wonderful aroma, we had a sea of "ammunition," Anatoly only constantly gave toasts to our beauty-daughter, and then I did too—about his excellent choice of life partner, and to our marriages—my wife and I have twenty years of married life this year. And as soon as we drank "To ours and not ours children," our daughter flew in with her little husband, as they joke—they came to the magical smell! Well and quickly eating, started getting ready to leave—young people are always busy! Oksana, hugging my daughter, started whispering that she's long dreamed of such a beautiful daughter, but it's not working out, though she hasn't used protection for five years.

And she really dreams of becoming a mommy and giving birth to such a beauty. Oksana even cried a bit, at the same time kissing and embarrassing our Irochka, but she's smart—started joking and kissing her back, saying, Aunt Oksana, what are your years, you'll have three more kids. And when the young ones ran off on their youth business, we sat at the table for a long time, joked, recalled funny stories, especially from Larochka's student life, I insisted she finish our institute. There was a funny case when Tolya and I stopped by for Larisa to go to the sauna together to steam and bathe, and the teacher was tormenting her and didn't want to give her a grade, but looking out the window, said that two thugs in leather jackets were standing at the institute's doorstep, and Larisa modestly said that was her security. So a minute later, her record book had "excellent."

And so the next week this story began, completely unexpectedly and unnoticeably. On Friday, Oksana called me on the internal phone and asked me to stay after work—she had an important conversation with me. No problem—as the plant's mechanic, I always have a bunch of tasks and documents, so I often stayed late on Fridays anyway, my wife is used to it. And it's good that my little office is attached in the corner of our plant's large yard, not far from the compressor and transformer station, and the chief mechanic's office is in the management building, he's constantly under the leadership's eyes and, accordingly, constantly gets "reprimands."

Here it's quiet for me, the office is small, combined with a spare parts warehouse, and I gradually tried to improve it, there's even a mini-kitchen and a sink with hot water, you can even shave calmly before the planning meeting, the boss doesn't like unshavenness, considering it almost a disciplinary violation. Behind the screen is a nice couch and a table, like a coffee table, our carpenter made all this for me, naturally—for "liquid currency," made it sturdy and reliable, and I like to nap for an hour during the lunch break, so to speak—my "admiral's hour."

And sometimes our sysadmin Sveta drops by, she's divorced and here's an appetizing young woman, so to speak, "improving her health," as she jokes, and honestly, it's a joy for me to have a young woman 18 years younger than me, and I'm already 38. So for "health improvement" with Sveta, a very passionate girl, you need exactly a sturdy couch. And at this table, it's so wonderful to have lunch alone or with colleagues.

Just as I called home, saying I needed to stay a couple of hours, spread out documents on the desk in the corner, the lovely Oksana entered-flew in, knocking loudly on the door. She was dressed as for a date or going to a restaurant—a short white, quite beautiful flared skirt, white high-heeled shoes emphasizing her beautiful legs, a white blouse with beautiful small lace around the buttons, the blouse tightly hugging her high breasts, and it seems she's without a bra, look how the nipples stand out.

As a gallant gentleman, kissing Oksana's hand, I seated her by the table on the couch, covered with our old but still good patterned bedspread, and handing her a pre-prepared cup of coffee, put excellent shortbread cookies on the table, again kissing her unexpectedly trembling fingers—she's clearly agitated. I was glad she came to me—I always liked Oksana. But Anatoly constantly teases her a bit sarcastically, saying it's her fault they have no children, which seems to really offend her. Drinking the coffee, Oksana unexpectedly hugged me, pressed her firm breasts against me, and tenderly kissing my lips, somewhat stunned me, feverishly whispering:

— Lyosha-Lyoshenka-Alexei, help me, please, I beg you. I have such an unusual request for you, but help me, dear Lyosha, I can only turn to you, only to you. It's not because of me, it's Tolik, he froze his balls in the army, he told me himself, that's why we have no children, and I'm already 29, the age, as the doctor says, is critical for childbirth, help me, the doctor insists I give birth soon, imagine,—and she hugs me tighter, kissing me again and again pressing her large firm breasts against me, really arousing me.

Listening to her hot exciting whisper, I didn't immediately "grasp" the situation, just blissing from the touch of her breasts and kisses of sweet plump lips, but it finally dawned on me, like on that giraffe—Oksana is asking me to make a baby for her! And this is the same Oksana considered the most unapproachable lady at our plant! Holy shit and wow! I was a bit embarrassed by the surprise, but my "old friend" acted quite the opposite—standing up fully and bulging my trousers in the fly area. Oksana quietly laughed and, placing her tender fingers on my cock ready to jump out of my pants, kneaded it through the fabric and again tenderly-sweetly kissed me:

— You see, Lyosha, you're in a stupor, but "he" really wants to help me, so hard and hot he became. Oh, I'm so ashamed, Lyoshenka, dear,—blushing a bit, she covered her face with her palms and buried it in my shoulder.

— Lyosha, but I so want a baby, like any woman, really want such a girl, I nursed your daughter when she was little and I want one like that myself. Help me, Lyosha,—Oksana whispered through her fingers.

So am I a man after all or not, a girl might get offended, and that can't be allowed! Offending Oksana—that's the last thing for me! Well then—hussars, only forward, as the unforgettable Lieutenant Rzhevsky used to say! I tenderly hugged this lovely girl and, unclenching her hot fingers, kissed her plump sweet lips with delight, and how passionately she responded to me!

I was really blissing and getting aroused from Oksana coming with such an unusual request, and also from the fact that I could now completely freely hug her, kiss her sweet lips, stroke and knead her wonderful bare breasts, unbuttoning the blouse buttons, making our kisses so passionate, and the nipples of her classy breasts hardened strongly. And what aroused me most was that I could soon have this gorgeous young woman, so sweet and passionate, look how she hugs me and how sweetly responds to my kisses. Kissing her neck, I buried myself in Oksana's breast, sucking it into my mouth, making her sweet moans louder. Moving away from me a bit, Oksana rose and, skillfully lifting her skirt to her waist, apparently wore it specially for this, pulled down her panties—quite a charming sight! What beautiful lacy panties she has, seems very expensive, and she clearly put them on with this purpose, that I could see them.

And she's even in stockings, emphasizing the beauty of her slender legs—my cock completely petrified at the sight of her beautiful legs, pity I admired them so briefly. And taking these panties from her hands, I pressed them to my face, inhaling the wonderful scent of a young aroused woman—the panties were already a bit damp! Oksana was very embarrassed and, snatching the panties from my hands, hid them under the pillow. But female logic—hiding the panties, Oksana lowered the skirt, covering the stocking tops. Wow, she herself removed this currently unnecessary item of female attire, we'll soon be having sex, and she's pulling the skirt down. Women! Even if you live a hundred years—you can't understand them at all!

Completely pulling her blouse off, I delightedly started kissing her wonderful breasts—how silky and firm they are, just a fairy tale! And eliciting such quiet but very expressive and sweet moans of pleasure from the girl, I carefully laid her on her back and, slowly lifting the skirt to her waist, started quietly spreading her slender legs. Oksana immediately and very hospitably spread them wide herself and I started kissing her hot legs above the stocking tops, moving towards the cherished place. Ah, how wonderfully the slit of this classy, highly aroused young woman wanting to give herself to me smells!

She resisted a little, squeezing my head with her legs, but then decisively spread her beautiful legs again, covering her face with her hands. And I just buried myself in her tender, dark-pink lips, dripping with the juice of passion, several drops of which rolled down. Caressing the girl's swollen clitoris with my tongue, making her just howl, then moaning loudly, I stood on the rug near the couch—pants and underwear literally flew off me. Ah, what a wonderful view! Before me lies on the couch a young classy woman, with a magnificent figure, slightly embarrassed but clearly aroused and covering her face with her hands, but now she herself spread her beautiful legs in dark stockings—full delight of sexuality!

I carefully settled between her legs and slowly entered her—how wonderful it was to be between the legs of beauty Oksana! This is the dream of all her male acquaintances! Unfortunately, I quickly finished, pouring out vigorously inside Oksana, but, to my pleasure, she also immediately started coming, groaning and strongly, painfully, kissing me and feverishly whispering words of gratitude—she came so wonderfully now! Good that I pleasured her so passionately first!I was all sweaty and breathing heavily after our stormy passion, and she hugged me so tightly, in complete delight, and asked me to lie on her a bit longer. Everything was like in a fog, my "fighter" hadn't fallen yet and I continued slowly moving in the still tight vagina of this wonderful, never-given-birth young woman.

And when I slipped my hands and squeezed the tender firm buttocks of her round butt, Oksana trembled all over and unexpectedly screamed loudly, as if trying to hold back, but clearly in the bliss of a new excellent orgasm. And as soon as a small stream of my hot sperm again hit the uterus of my unexpected friend, her loud sweet moans, escaping through the open window, notified the passing guards that the owner of these classy curves, lying under me, was coming again. How passionate she is, this lovely Oksana! I just didn't expect such delight!

She tightly wrapped her arms and legs