As I lay towards the dream ⇐ Stories about M+F sex

[Anonymous]

I clearly remember the day (night, evening) when I washed my first rank, junior lieutenant. According to the good old tradition, I had to pay for the entire banquet, but since I invited as many as four people, it turned out to be very budgetary and, damn, effective. God willing, I got drunk, and I don’t remember how, but I met a thirty-five-year-old woman. I was then a modest twenty-five years old.
What’s funniest in this situation is my colleague with the coolest surname Kalashnikov. And, thanks to his specific appearance, the mentor Boris I mentioned earlier awarded him the nickname Mexican. It was a shitty nickname, so I quickly remade it into Machete, and my colleagues screamed louder at this bullshit, because Rodriguez couldn’t have come up with so many names for the sequel to the film: Machete gets angry, Machete goes to the challenge, Machete draws up a report, Machete poops , thousands of them!
By the way, when I had a car and I was giving a very fuckable first-year girl a ride in it in the evening, Machete, by the will of evil fate, ended up in his tarantass next to me. In order to demonstrate his politeness, he honked his horn when he caught up. My companion turned around, and the face she saw sank into her soul so much that she somehow immediately sank, said that Machete looked like a maniac, and that night I never got into trouble.
In short, drunk on a bender in the ass Machete tried to squeeze my milf out. And he did it extremely persistently, which caused poorly concealed disgust in the lady. She had to retreat home, taking me with her.
We should have fucked here, but in the tradition of the best American comedies, I was without a condom.
The lady explained to me in detail how to get to the store, and gave me intercom keys. I, dragging my feet with difficulty, somehow made it to a 24-hour burping or vomiting station, bought a rubber product and returned back. But trouble came from an unexpected source - the intercom key did not want to open the door. And no one answered my repeated calls to the intercom.
Realizing what a cruel prank I had become, I tried to find at least some way out of this situation. And finally I found it - I realized that I was breaking into the wrong entrance. And even to the wrong house.
Having reached the right kennel, I had a good fuck and stayed the night. Then he woke up, fucked again and was like that. We didn’t exchange numbers, but then, from a colleague who picked up her friend, I learned that she really wanted to contact me.
But I didn’t want to.
The answer is simple - the lady had a child, oh which I found out almost before leaving. And it’s almost physically uncomfortable for me to fuck people who have given birth. To be more precise, it’s just disgusting. This is fucking disgusting. As I told the corefan when we discussed this rejection of mine - “how can you fuck someone from whom a person has fallen out?” The corefan laughed at this phrase for several more days.
Besides the milf, I can remember several other people who gave birth in my life:
- either a Buryat woman or an Altai woman whom I met in Odnoklassniki in good old Rubtsovsk and glued it together with a box of cheap wine and one chocolate bar. Most of which I consumed myself. The result is chlamydia and trichomoniasis, very, very unpleasant things, itchy, wet and tightly frozen on the underpants. It was disgusting.;
- Lyuba. I have already mentioned her. It was disgusting.;
- a Rubtsovsk prostitute named Ksyusha, a couple of years younger than me. She differs from previous representatives of the family who gave birth in that her child died. She even told some details, but I don’t remember them. It was disgusting.
By the way, a few years later, Machete, at one of the drinking parties (which I was not present at, and I know about everything only from hearsay), INTERNET agreed to meet with some girl. He asked his colleagues to take him to the sweet gates of heaven. Upon arrival at the place, Machete got out of the car and disappeared into the entrance, but as soon as his colleagues started moving, he abruptly ran out of the entrance and ran away.
As he explained to his comrades who caught up with him, he was shy.
And at that moment he he had a wife and child, yes. And now - two children.