Action II
Dancing
While Lisa, Alina, and Sonya finished setting the table and adding more seats, Nastya and Irene took the men to the guesthouse and showed them where they could spend the night. The Africans complained that they had to stay in the same clothes they had come in. Nastya joked that their gorgeous bodies would be a great addition to the girls' dresses, Irene encouraged the flirting and suggested that the handsome guests sit one by one between the girls so that each beauty would be courted by a beau. Nastya managed to explain the idea in English to Lamar, who nodded in understanding.
"Your house — your rules!"
"U hoere — ons lede (Your whores — our cocks)!" Prince echoed it so that only the boys could hear. They laughed and patted each other on the back in agreement.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alina asked her best friend Liza as she took the pizza out of the oven. She was arranging the bottles of wine and drinks the Africans had brought to the table.
"Why not?" Liza replied. "You know, I haven't enjoyed the company of men for so long that I'm actually glad that Vitya left. Thanks to your husband, by the way, he would hardly have gone alone."
"That's for sure. They're inseparable, they'd rather stare at the water than dance with their wives…"
"You don't say!’‘ Alina was supported by her friend. "And it was not just about dancing!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well... you know."
"Uh—huh?"
"I told you that Vitya and I are trying to have a baby," Lisa put the bottle on the table louder than it deserved. The plates and glasses rattled.
"You did,’‘ Alina nodded. "And how's that?"
"Absolutely nothing!" Lisa growled angrily. "Excuse me for the details, but how can I get pregnant when my husband prefers camping and friends to sex with his own wife? And when we do get it going, it lasts about five minutes. I can't even get aroused in that time. I'm tired of him coming as soon as he puts his dick in my vagina. Every time I feel like my husband is winning some kind of shitty racing championship."
Alina laughed.
"I think Kyrill can also compete with him."
"Really?" Lisa was surprised. "I thought... You don't have a problem with that."
"I wish we didn’t," Alina sighed. "The sex isn't bad, but lately he's getting off earlier than he should. And this constant "I'm tired", "I have to get up early tomorrow" ... If he didn't sit at the computer so much, he wouldn't get tired!"
"Oh, girl, I think we both need to spend some time with real men!"
The girls laughed.
"If only to spend," Alina clarified. "I'm not as open as our desperate Nastya."
"That's for sure," Lisa confirmed. "She seemed ready to sleep with all of them at once, even though she had the most alpha-male guy. Remember Anton?"
"You bet I do! Handsome, it's a shame they didn't get together."
"Let's see, maybe they'll get together again,’‘ Lisa suggested, arranging the napkins on the edge of the table.
"I think Nastya will find herself a new alpha male today," Alina giggled.
"Maybe a few," Lisa winked at her friend. "We'll remain unnoticed, as always."
"Judging by the way they're staring at you, girls, Nastya isn't the only one who's going to have some fun tonight," came Sonia's voice, who had returned from the cellar with several more bottles of alcohol. Alina and Liza looked at each other and blushed. At that moment Irene's head poked through the kitchen door - she, Nastya, and the Africans had returned to the house.
"All right, chefs? Is everything ready?"
A few minutes later, everyone was seated at the table. At Irene's suggestion, there was a rotation of black guys and girls. Nastya sat at the head of the table as the main celebrant. To her right was Lamar and to her left was Prince. Next to Lamar, as his old acquaintance, sat Lisa, to her right - very muscular Jared. Next was Alina, then Tyrell, as tall as a basketball player with the figure of Apollo, and after him Irene. Simon, the smallest of the guys, took a seat between her and Sonya. On the other side of young Sonya sat Prince, who looked at the girl with a strangely predatory expression. But he was looking not so much at Sonya as at her long legs, hidden under the table and adorned with dark stockings.
It seemed as if the Africans were sitting like that for a reason. Each of the males clearly enjoyed looking at the curves of their neighbors' bodies, which were only accentuated, not hidden, by the beauties' outfits. Perhaps only Prince looked at all the beautiful women at once with a vulgar gaze.
The toasts began. First to the meeting, of course, then to the birthday girl, her house, her parents, the wonderful food, and the girls who prepared it. After almost all the salads were eaten, four bottles of wine were drunk, and the plates of pizza and pies were half emptied, the guys decided to move on to stronger drinks. On the table appeared African rum, expensive whiskey, and a few more bottles of alcoholic beverages of the strangest and most daring colors the girls had ever seen. There were still a few bottles of wine on the table, but Lisa, Nastya, and Irene expressed a desire to try what the men had brought. At least a sip.
It did not escape Alina's attention that Prince and Lamar glanced at each other as they poured the poison-blue drink into glasses, but she did not pay much attention. The toasts came again, now more specific. First to all the women in the world, then to the beauties at the table. Prince raised his glass to the attractive bodies of the girls around him but mixed up English and Russian and ended up saying something incomprehensible. Nevertheless, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became more and more friendly and relaxed.
Lisa, Nastya, and Alina were already ready to dance and gradually began to move to the dance floor. The Africans were also very danceable - they moved really well and their muscular black bodies looked very hot in the half-light that descended on the room at the back of Anastasia's hand. Someone turned on a disco ball and colorful circles danced around the room. Only Sonya wasn't dancing, but she wasn't bored — Simon was sitting next to her, and he seemed to be persistently persuading her to try a colorful drink from his shot glass. Sonya was the only one left who drank only wine.
Prince, by the way, was also sitting next to the girl, on the other side, but while Simon was entertaining the beauty with the conversation, and she was blushing and giggling every minute, covering her lips with her hand, the fat man was just looking at the girl, obviously mentally imagining in which positions and how long he would fuck her. But no one noticed — the dancing girls were the center of the guys' attention, and next to each of the beauties danced the guy sitting next to her at the table, which confirmed the theory that the Africans have already chosen out their "hoere".
For example, Lamar danced next to the star of the evening, Nastya, and there is no other word for it, because she moved extremely erotically. His hands wandered so often over the girl's body that she had to pull them away with a smile. Nearby, Lisa was twirling her ass in her provocative dress, and she was joined by tall Jared, whose muscular torso was only accentuated by his tight t-shirt. He was more modest than his "boss", but still managed to get his hand around the blonde married woman's waist or neck a few times.
Alina and Irene found themselves dancing next to the giant Tyrell. The girls hugged each other several times, neither of them knowing what was causing such a hot sensation of desire. Alina thought that if her husband were there, she would definitely lock herself in the bath with him. But even Irene looked so damn attractive in Alina's eyes now, especially in that tight white dress. And the black man was a real god in the flesh - Alina looked at his gorgeous body with open lips and was a little jealous when his big hands stroked Irene's body instead of hers.
"Oh my God, there's something huge in his trousers!" Nastya shouted into the girls' ears, pushing her way over to Lisa and Alina. She was red and sweaty. The girls couldn't help but notice that she smelled of alcohol.
"Maybe he forgot to take the bottle out of his pocket?" Alina giggled. She noticed that Tyrell, who was dancing next to her, had allowed himself too much again, and his huge palm moved from her back to her buttocks in a commanding but gentle motion. The blonde smiled at the handsome man and moved her hand upward in a sharp motion. Having taken the hint, Tyrell was immediately interested in Irene, who allowed herself to be fondled where "getroud slet", as the Africans called Alina, forbade it.
"It seems to me that the movies didn't lie about what Africans hide in their pants," Nastya continued to tell about her "discovery".
"Come on," Lisa waved her hand and leaned back a little, she clearly liked the way Jared held her against him, rough and sharp, not at all the way her husband had treated her. Lisa wished she could feel more authority from Victor. She was tired of being the head of their little family...
Pressing her plump ass against the man's groin, Lisa suddenly laughed and turned to Nastya and Alina, who looked at her with a look of envy and surprise at the same time, and shouted, "Nastya, maybe you're right!"
Nastya and Alina laughed back.
However, dancing in dresses might have been pleasing to the eye, but it was not very comfortable. Soon Lisa, out of breath and flushed, flicked her beautiful hair from her forehead and suggested that the girls go change. Nastya, judging by her behavior, was ready to share this process with Lamar, who was already hugging the beauty by her hips. It was not hidden from Alina that Nastya was rubbing her thighs against his groin.
"I wonder if she really feels something big in there!" Alina thought to herself, a little surprised at the vulgarity of her own thoughts. Lisa, however, was more sober and aware of both her own and her friend's actions, and so she led Nastya upstairs under her arm. Irene, Sonya, and Alina followed them. They came down five minutes later, having changed into more comfortable clothes, but it couldn't be said that they were less attractive in the men's eyes.
The first to appear in front of the men was Anastasia. She had changed her tight dress and even removed her stockings. Nevertheless, her outfit now fit better with the men's outfits - like the Africans, she was dressed in a sporty way. The girl's bottom was covered with leggings made of thick black fabric, which made her long legs look amazing. In addition, the pants very attractively emphasized her small ass, which now became the object of attention of all the men in the room. On the upper part of her body, the girl was wearing a very tight top, which looked great on her impressive breasts. It was so tight around Anastasia's roundness that the men could see the translucent nipples when they took a closer look. Most importantly, there seemed to be no bra under the top, which in itself affected the men like a red rag on a bull.