I also remembered the extreme sex I had... In the 80-90s, we were friends with one girl for a long time in our youth, we kissed, but it didn’t come to sex, she didn’t give in

, then they went to different cities. In the 90s, I found her and began to correspond. She did not marry for love to a drunk 11 years older than her, gave birth to a child from him and lived periodically suffering from his violence and assault. I was still living in the village then and had my own apartment next to my parents’ house. And in the process of correspondence, she and I agreed that she would come to visit me. She had financial difficulties with her trip to see me and her arrival was constantly postponed. Meanwhile, I met a girl from a neighboring village, whose behavior was quite similar. It turned out that she was also childless and she could safely cum inside. But on top of everything else, she also had “uterine rage,” because even two violent times of fucking a night did not satisfy her and she wanted more.

. She spent the night with me once, and the second time she stayed, a telegram came again saying that the girl I was corresponding with was coming to see me in the evening, but I needed to meet her. I was too lazy to send one girl away for another, deciding to leave it all for tomorrow. In general, we had a great night with that one, in the morning I spent it and on my way back home I met my father, who says: “Well, what did you do?” — I say: “Yes!” — He says: “Well, meet someone else.. ."And he told me that that girl, without waiting for me at the station, took a taxi and came to me with the child. Fortunately, she didn’t know where I live specifically, so after finding out from strangers where I live, she (luckily for me!

) was shown my parents’ apartment. Her parents accepted her, but my dad (we must give him credit) was not taken aback and said that I was supposedly called urgently for work that night

and I wouldn’t be there until the morning. In general, he got me off.

I met her and we went to my place. First, as usual, there was an evening of memories of the past. Then it was time to sleep. I had one room and only two beds. Her son was already sleeping on one, I wanted to go to sleep on the floor, but she said: “What are you doing? Lie down next to me.” As soon as we lay down, it was as if we were simultaneously pushed towards each other. She was amazing in bed, very gentle and clearly hungry for male affection. They calmed down only in the morning

. She stayed with me for a week and every night we loved each other like the first time. Then she left, we agreed that she would divorce her husband, pack her things and come to me for permanent residence. But it didn’t work out. She started having problems and then excuses, and in the end I got tired of waiting for her and I decided to get married in 1999. After half a year, she finally separated from her husband and wrote to me that she was ready to come to me. But I was already married and told her about it. The correspondence was interrupted, only to flare up with renewed vigor a couple of years later. My wife and I had personal problems and decided to resume our relationship with that girl again. We corresponded and again began to think about how to meet. And then the "bright" idea comes into my bad head to marry her off to my half-sister from my father’s first marriage, which I found

. She came again with the child. At first everything was fine, but I was not childishly drawn to her and I wanted her, but next to me was my wife, my mother-in-law and her son... They were given a room, one from ours, and in the next room my mother-in-law slept with her son temporarily. After three days of their stay with us, I was already sick because I couldn’t even kiss her. As a result, he waited until the evening when everyone in the house was asleep and quietly crept into her room. They didn’t turn on the light, I almost forcibly forced her to have sex, because the end was already smoking specifically

, she didn’t resist much and our sex was stormy, but fast... We were afraid that in any the moment the mother-in-law or wife wakes up. It was still extreme.

. A little later, the deception was revealed, there was a terrible scandal, my wife accused me of fucking her, but there was no evidence, and I denied everything. She left, and I continued to live with my wife. And our further relationship with her was no longer so extreme.