it was! I burned with their touch—a Russian party of our own, right there, right then, just the three of us. Heaven.
Again they exchanged words in Russian.
What are they saying?
Alexi’s voice sounded hoarse. “You like two Russian men? Right now?”
“What?”
“We both couple with you! Yes?”
Words failed me, but I nodded so hard that I thought my head might topple off.
“Good!” said Alexi, giving my nipple a quick twist, making me gasp. I saw his enormous erection waiting for me.
I wanted it. I wanted both cocks. I wanted them now .
“Leah, we move now,” said Dmitri, “Ready?” Still clutching my hips tight to his groin, Dmitri nudged us away from the bed. We slid our knees along the floor, pinned together by his cock, making room for Alexi to slide underneath me.
He did, nestling himself under my belly, my breasts grazing his chest, his legs tangled up with Dmitri’s, his arms folded around my waist. The three of us were tightly interlocked. And we were about to get even more interlocked.
I couldn’t wait.
“Hello, little matryoshka doll,” Alexi said, looking up at me. I smelled beer on his breath. “You know Russian matryoshka doll? They nest in each other. Like Dmitri and me! We nest in you!” He laughed at his own joke.
“Yes,” I gasped, “I like matryoshka dolls!”
“Me too,” said Dmitri. His hands left my hips and found Alexi’s. Moving as one, Dmitri and I slowly lowered ourselves onto Alexi’s waiting cock. It didn’t quite line up with my waiting, more than willing vagina—but being the prize-winning sexual gymnasts we were, we shifted and arranged ourselves until I felt that nice warm cock slide into me to join Dmitri’s as a most welcome guest in my body.
I screamed.
Maybe I didn’t. But I sure felt like it.
I thought I would faint with the fullness of it. I’d done this before—we’d all had coupling experiences in groups of three and even four sometimes—but wow.
Just…wow.
We moved together, a multi-limbed creature lost in a sea of delight. Alexi found my nipple—the same one, again—and clamped on to it with his teeth, his tongue flicking the very end. What was with these Russians and my left nipple? I wasn’t complaining though.
Far from it.
“Oh!” I shrieked, as a teeth-rattling shudder came over me. “Oh my God!”
A finger—whose?—found my clit, caressing me, even as Dmitri’s cock held sway in my ass and Alexi’s filled my pussy.
Oh my God.
I came in waves that didn’t stop for something like half an hour.
Well, it felt like half an hour.
All movement stopped. We lay like that, three matryoshka dolls, just as Alexi had said, nestled tightly together. I rested on Alexi’s hard chest, feeling the pounding of his heart, enjoying Dmitri’s weight where he lay slumped over my back, and feeling his heart too. Could either of them feel my heart?
“Um…” I said after a while, “I hate to ruin this, but I’m kind of getting squished…”
Dmitri laughed. He pulled away from me, patted me on the butt. Then I pulled away from Alexi. The spell was broken.
We were matryoshka dolls no longer.
Alexi sprawled on the floor on his side. He looked to me like a Roman nobleman, replete with sex and alcohol, his head resting on his hand with his elbow propped on the floor. He looked at us. “You two are friends?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Moscow,” said Dmitri. “Last spring.”
I stood up, swaying. “Guys. I’ve got to go. Tomorrow. You know.”
“Yes, we know,” said Dmitri.
“Big day tomorrow,” said Alexi. “I will win medal!”
“No!” Dmitri gave Alexi a playful shove. “I win gold medal!”
“Not if I can help it,” I said.
Quickly Dmitri and I pulled on our clothes as Alexi watched. His cock lay across his thigh, still erect, his eyes begging for more . Dmitri looked at him, said something in Russian.
Alexi grinned.
Ah. The party would go on without me.
Dmitri held the door open for me. “I walk with
Again they exchanged words in Russian.
What are they saying?
Alexi’s voice sounded hoarse. “You like two Russian men? Right now?”
“What?”
“We both couple with you! Yes?”
Words failed me, but I nodded so hard that I thought my head might topple off.
“Good!” said Alexi, giving my nipple a quick twist, making me gasp. I saw his enormous erection waiting for me.
I wanted it. I wanted both cocks. I wanted them now .
“Leah, we move now,” said Dmitri, “Ready?” Still clutching my hips tight to his groin, Dmitri nudged us away from the bed. We slid our knees along the floor, pinned together by his cock, making room for Alexi to slide underneath me.
He did, nestling himself under my belly, my breasts grazing his chest, his legs tangled up with Dmitri’s, his arms folded around my waist. The three of us were tightly interlocked. And we were about to get even more interlocked.
I couldn’t wait.
“Hello, little matryoshka doll,” Alexi said, looking up at me. I smelled beer on his breath. “You know Russian matryoshka doll? They nest in each other. Like Dmitri and me! We nest in you!” He laughed at his own joke.
“Yes,” I gasped, “I like matryoshka dolls!”
“Me too,” said Dmitri. His hands left my hips and found Alexi’s. Moving as one, Dmitri and I slowly lowered ourselves onto Alexi’s waiting cock. It didn’t quite line up with my waiting, more than willing vagina—but being the prize-winning sexual gymnasts we were, we shifted and arranged ourselves until I felt that nice warm cock slide into me to join Dmitri’s as a most welcome guest in my body.
I screamed.
Maybe I didn’t. But I sure felt like it.
I thought I would faint with the fullness of it. I’d done this before—we’d all had coupling experiences in groups of three and even four sometimes—but wow.
Just…wow.
We moved together, a multi-limbed creature lost in a sea of delight. Alexi found my nipple—the same one, again—and clamped on to it with his teeth, his tongue flicking the very end. What was with these Russians and my left nipple? I wasn’t complaining though.
Far from it.
“Oh!” I shrieked, as a teeth-rattling shudder came over me. “Oh my God!”
A finger—whose?—found my clit, caressing me, even as Dmitri’s cock held sway in my ass and Alexi’s filled my pussy.
Oh my God.
I came in waves that didn’t stop for something like half an hour.
Well, it felt like half an hour.
All movement stopped. We lay like that, three matryoshka dolls, just as Alexi had said, nestled tightly together. I rested on Alexi’s hard chest, feeling the pounding of his heart, enjoying Dmitri’s weight where he lay slumped over my back, and feeling his heart too. Could either of them feel my heart?
“Um…” I said after a while, “I hate to ruin this, but I’m kind of getting squished…”
Dmitri laughed. He pulled away from me, patted me on the butt. Then I pulled away from Alexi. The spell was broken.
We were matryoshka dolls no longer.
Alexi sprawled on the floor on his side. He looked to me like a Roman nobleman, replete with sex and alcohol, his head resting on his hand with his elbow propped on the floor. He looked at us. “You two are friends?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Moscow,” said Dmitri. “Last spring.”
I stood up, swaying. “Guys. I’ve got to go. Tomorrow. You know.”
“Yes, we know,” said Dmitri.
“Big day tomorrow,” said Alexi. “I will win medal!”
“No!” Dmitri gave Alexi a playful shove. “I win gold medal!”
“Not if I can help it,” I said.
Quickly Dmitri and I pulled on our clothes as Alexi watched. His cock lay across his thigh, still erect, his eyes begging for more . Dmitri looked at him, said something in Russian.
Alexi grinned.
Ah. The party would go on without me.
Dmitri held the door open for me. “I walk with
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