You can celebrate the New Year like this too.

We decided to celebrate New Year's at the dacha. To gather with our own crowd. We have this, this very crowd, it's constant. My wife's sister, with whom I sometimes sleep, a couple of girlfriends without men, and her brother with his wife. I went ahead of time. Needed to heat up the house, fire up the sauna, get everything ready. For the table, everyone prepared things at their own homes, whatever they were good at. The main dish—a pot of meat for shashlik—I took with me. No need to tempt all sorts of people.

Sery brought the guests closer to nine in the evening. Commotion. Time was tight, and we still had to set the table, cook the shashlik, and other tasks. The sauna was postponed for later, first the feast. It was fun, as it can only be among good

acquaintances. We sat, drank, started playing various games. The girls prepared a theatrical performance on a New Year's theme. We let loose wholeheartedly. Everything is good at the dacha, only one thing is bad—the toilet isn't very comfortable. Outside. And it's winter, frost, so you can't linger too long. I popped out to take a leak, and there you go—my wife's sister and her girlfriend were squatting almost right by the porch, taking a leak themselves, yellowing the snow for me. I have to clean it up later, by the way. Their backsides to me, facing the garden. Their skirts thrown over their backs, panties pulled down, and they're pissing boldly. I couldn't stand it, grabbed full handfuls of snow and shoved it into their panties. Screaming, squealing!

No crime goes unpunished. At their shrieks, everyone rushed out of the house. Quite a picture. Two fools standing, panties around their knees, yelling at the top of their lungs and not even trying to pull them up. And they're right to do so. They'd freeze their little pussies off in a moment. And next to them, I'm standing, doubled over with laughter. And I shouldn't have stood like that. Should have run. Female solidarity manifested in full force. The women instantly piled on me, and before I could blink, I was relieved of my pants, pulled down to my knees. And no matter how hard I tried to fight back, it was beyond human strength. My pants ended up full of snow, just like the girls'. Sery, who tried to come to my aid, was betrayed by his wife.

She tangled his legs with hers, held him while the others piled on him, like ancient hunters on a mammoth. And he suffered my fate. But Russians don't give up! As soon as they let us go, we, pulling up our pants a bit (oh, how awful it is when pants are full of snow!), rushed into battle. You wouldn't see such a heap even in a kindergarten. What helped was that all the women were in dresses. And we, hiking up their dresses, pulling down their panties, filled these items of clothing with snow. Not without resistance, of course. Only by the end, even the women themselves were piling on their more fortunate girlfriends who had avoided our hands, and stuffing snow under their skirts.

After rolling around in the snow, we dashed into the house. Our hairstyles were ruined, makeup was running, clothes were wet. Only one way out—everyone to the sauna. To warm up. Separation by gender was postponed to more favorable times. You can enter our sauna from outside, or from inside the house. Who in wet clothes would run outside to freeze their already chilly ass? And the crowd rushed forward, straight through the veranda. The dressing room, although decently sized, barely held us. We tore off our clothes and threw them on the benches. We'll sort out whose is whose later. The first bodies burst into the sauna and took spots on the shelf, the rest, less quick, got spots on the benches. Screw it, the main thing in the sauna is warmth. Even hot. And I even tossed another ladleful onto the stones. Bliss! We sit, warming up.

From such an abundance of naked female bodies, my eyes are darting everywhere. Figures of different sizes, tits of different sizes. And different pubic areas. The rest isn't visible because of their pressed-together legs. But the pubic areas are of all colors and styles. Some shaved bare, some with coquettish hairstyles. But a razor had passed over everyone. The times of unkempt pubic areas are long gone, remaining only in remote villages. The women hid their intimate parts, while Sery and I were on full display, everything out in the open. At least it's good that after the snow procedures, nothing's standing up.

We warmed up, tongues loosened. The ancients said: My tongue is my enemy. Well, just be quiet, breathe through two holes. No, we got drawn into discussing the merits of each woman. I sit there, singing like a nightingale, a real homegrown connoisseur—a humorist. And only when a dense mass of female bodies in a single impulse began to advance on me did I realize my mistake. Out of stupidity, panic, or some other reason, I just bolted out the door that led outside. And that horde of furies and harpies after me. Sery wisely squeezed into a corner, pretended to be soap or a washcloth. Doesn't matter what, the main thing is they didn't touch him.

I ran squealing around the garden, overcoming snowdrifts, and behind me with the same squealing ran a crowd of naked women, burning with a thirst for revenge. The promise to tear off something and shove it in my mouth instead of my tongue was the mildest. What prompted Sery to help, I never understood. Just then the sauna door swung open, I flew straight into it and grabbed the handle, holding back the pressure of the enemy infantry. I'm holding the door, they're yanking it from the other side, kicking it with bare feet, calling down all heavenly punishments on my head. The hostess proved to be up to the task. The buzz had long since left us, and she remembered there was another entrance to the sauna. When I realized the reason for the silence behind the door, all that was left was to jump onto the shelf hoping for mercy to the vanquished. Sery managed to splash a ladle of water on the hot stones, and the sauna filled with steam. This bought me a few more moments, so few granted by the angry women. These Amazons burst in wanting to Schwarzenegger me and mix me with soap suds, but while they were figuring out who was who, incidentally going after Sery, the fuse burned out and passed. So it ended with little bloodshed.

Everyone huddled together at the very top. In tight quarters, but no offense. We were driving the frost out of our bodies. Here's what's interesting: besides my wife, I'd only fucked her sister and one of the girlfriends, yet neither Sery's wife nor the second girlfriend showed any shyness. Just as, by the way, my wife, her sister, and the other girlfriend didn't in front of Sery. After warming up, we moved to the dressing room. I, as the instigator, was promised forgiveness if I organized drinks and snacks right that second. Right here, in the sauna. Or rather, in the dressing room. That's what it's designed for. There's even a little table. And I quickly dashed off and delivered everything in the best form. Need I say that of the prepared sheets, Sery and I didn't get a single one. There weren't enough for Tanya, Sery's wife, and Veronika, the sister. Tanya grumbled a bit, but proudly refused my wife's offer to yield this garment from Roman times. And I sweetened the pill further, in the sense that one who has a perfect body doesn't hide it. Then the other women also freed themselves from these items of luxury. Five naked women, two naked men, all sitting together at the table and downing vodka. They refused weaker drinks.

In the same state, we moved to the house. Hung up the wet clothes, spread blankets on the floor, and started playing. First, forfeits. Then remembered the childhood game of spin the bottle. And we spun an empty glass bottle. Everyone kissed everyone. And soon it became clearly visible that this game brought some arousal. Clearly visible on me and Sery. You can't tell by the women. Though their cheeks are burning like fire, lips moistened and swollen. And the cat-like smell of an aroused woman wafted through the room. And not just one. Five at once. Then we played cards. Invented all sorts of challenges for the losers.

Everyone was waiting for something, and no one dared to be the first to move to what everyone was thinking about. Somehow everything stalled, interest started to fade. And then one of the girlfriends said she seemed to have heard somewhere, or read, that there's a game. Its essence is to blindfold the men and let them determine by touch where and whose wife is. Of course, such a game is better played with full couples, then the women can also conduct the same contest. But since there are only two men, let them be the guessers. Tanya was outraged. What kind of gender discrimination is that? Everyone should play. And let the women also determine who is who. First, they'll look at the men, then by touch let them determine. Look, they even have dangly bits of different sizes. Or rather, now they're standy bits. Or stand-up bits? Doesn't matter. Who would go first was decided with matches.

One of the girlfriends was blindfolded and seated on a chair. Me and Sery approached and took turns putting our standy bits into her hand. And she identified without error who was who. What an eye! But my girlfriend, the one I fucked, that bitch, got confused. Didn't guess. It was Sery's turn. The women took turns approaching him, sitting on his outstretched palm, and he guessed. It dawned on me. My wife and her sister are shaved. Tanya has pubic hair in the shape of a butterfly. The girlfriends have thin strips of hair. I yelled that it wasn't fair, that we had to replay. And to feel not the pubic area, but what's below it. And for that, the women need to get on all fours, and I'll lead the test subject to them, let him guess now. Didn't guess once. When it was my turn, I guessed my wife immediately. Fools, I have a good sense of smell. And I'll always scent out my own wife. Guessed Verka and the girlfriend I slept with. Only mixed up Tanya and the second one. Fun. Everyone's laughing. Comments are pouring in.

We went for a second round for the purity of the experiment. The result remained roughly the same. We marked the occasion with a libation. Tatyana made a speech that all this was good, but everyone can determine by hand. What about another way? The women became interested, what other way? And Tatyana answered that if, for example, you similarly blindfold one of the men, and let him determine who he stuck it into. And the women should also determine who stuck it into them. Very simple. I had a question about what if we turned out to be weak and came not into the one we were supposed to. And that problem is solvable. Just need to put on a condom. To the question about the availability of this means of protection, the women responded. A bit embarrassed, each extracted such an item from her purse.

No, what, were they hoping for something? Look, even my spouse got one out. Oh, women! And your name is treachery! The first to be was Sery. I led him in turn to the women standing on all fours, he inserted and named names. The women giggled quietly but stayed silent until the end of the game. Didn't guess! Didn't guess a single one. I guessed my wife and Verka. My wife looked around proudly, her gaze lingering on the angry Tatyana. And then me and Sery lay on the floor, sticking out our dicks, and the women took turns sitting on us. I helped my wife, rocking a bit when she sat on me. I'd never seen a more grateful look from her than when the blindfold was removed. Tanya, perhaps to spite her husband, didn't guess him. Then we drank, ate again. Took turns dashing out into the yard, throwing on an old quilted jacket.

We spun the bottle again, kissed. While kissing, we openly groped each other. Not me and Sery. Me and the women. And they didn't lag behind, pawing each other. That night, apparently, they decided to allow themselves everything. And then they decided to choose the queen of the night. With unlimited rights. All the women got on all fours, and Sery, since he had that honor, took turns inserting into each and, after a few thrusts, moved to the next. On Verka, his sister, he came. Tatyana will remember that night for him. She's an advocate of the idea that forgiveness is the Lord's business. And she's just a woman.

Verka was crowned. While they were discussing the queen's powers there, in a drunken frenzy interrupting each other, while figuring out what and how she was supposed to do, Tatyana asked me to accompany her to the yard. Putting on a coat, she went outside. And I dashed out. In felt boots and a quilted jacket that doesn't even cover my ass. We took care of business. Tanya for some reason didn't go to the house but to the sauna. And in the dressing room, without any prelude, simply gave herself to me. Without a condom, without caresses and kisses, without words. Just got on her knees on the bench in the dressing room, leaning her hands against the wall, didn't speak, just moaned for me not to dawdle and that's it. We didn't even think about the doors being open. But God was merciful. No one came in, no one disturbed us. The sex was stormy but quick. Both of us had been longing, celebrating an evening of flesh.

We washed up. Went outside. The frost nipped at our butts, but it was even pleasant to expose our heated bodies to it. Found cigarettes in the quilted jacket pocket. Lit up. Tanya smokes rarely. While smoking, we were missed. And happily found the members of the collective, discovering them smoking around the corner, like schoolkids hiding from the teacher. With laughter, we dragged them into the house, where the queen began leading a round dance around the little Christmas tree. We danced in a circle. Then we fooled around more, inventing all sorts of silliness that was starting to cross into the realm of the utterly extreme. Everyone was already tired. Nearing morning. Want to sleep anyway. And the company began to crawl off to corners, like animals hiding from the cockroach. Two girlfriends huddled in one corner, hugged, and instantly fell asleep. In their sleep, they pulled a blanket over themselves. Sery and his wife, after some fussing, found themselves a refuge on the sofa. And my two spouses, the legal one and her sister, made themselves a whole den.

And I was left, after throwing some fuel into the stove, to climb in with them. Lay down between two bodies, so desired. About this signaled

comrade, not calmed by the short sex with Tatyana. Sprawled on my back, the girls laid their heads on my shoulders, pressed against me. Hugged them, reached their butts. Lying there, stroking butts. And they don't remain in debt. I feel their little hands creeping down my stomach, each making its own way. And then they met in one place, right on my standy bit. I couldn't stand it, snorted. They look at each other confused, don't understand how it happened that the same thought came to two heads at once. I calmed them, pressing them to me and preventing any attempt at a flare-up of disagreement about priority.

— Girls, don't quarrel, be quiet and listen to me. Since the same thought came to your heads simultaneously, then so be it. It means you both have the right to receive your share of pleasure.

Brains are fogged with alcohol, but bodies, on the contrary, under the influence of that same alcohol, demand release. Considering our previous mischief, you can understand the girls. My wife didn't understand.

— What, at once? With two? How?

— How a pair of men have one woman? The same way a pair of women can have one man.

All negotiations are conducted in whispers, so as not to wake the others. Veronika understood first. Even flared up with joy. Finally, it got through to my wife too. Just need to check on the sleepers. It wouldn't be very good if someone interrupted at the most inopportune moment. My wife, as the hostess, walked around the sleeping area. Everyone was fast asleep.

— They're asleep.

— Come to me, girls. Who will go for the condoms?

There were no volunteers. My wife doesn't really like them and uses them only in such field conditions when there's no chance to wash up. Veronika also said she doesn't like rubbers. Decided to let it be what it will be. And they, like two starved little beasts, pounced on me. Kissing my face, chest, stomach, getting in each other's way, caressing me, offering their bodies for reciprocal caresses.

— Girls, don't overdo it. Don't discharge me ahead of time