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SIX GUYS FOR YULIASIX WANKERS DOING THEIR THINGIN THE COMPANY OF YULIA NOVAShort story for Xhamster friendsby WankerChampWanking men and boys all over the globe have a lot to thank busty Russian model Yulia Nova for. I joined the ranks of this army, my loaded weapon in hand, more than 20 years ago and have done my delightful duty hundreds of times since, but I also belong to a much smaller band of brothers who have wanked directly over Yulia’s gorgeous naked body and sprayed their hot cum upon her. She was smiling while it happened, and it was a moment of bliss never to be forgotten.How did it come about? Well, in 2001 Yulia’s exceptional body was new on the Internet and so was I, as a user and daily wanker. On an open discussion forum I made contact with like-minded guys who had taken a particular interest in the Russian boobs princess, and eventually we formed a group where every new photo of her was debated, ranked, and of course cocked and spermed with all our united enthusiasm.My fellow Yulia fans were a varied lot. Some white, some black, a few Asians. Big cocks, small cocks, foreskin, no foreskin. We shared tribute photos and videos, so each guy’s genitals soon became a familiar sight. Faces were never shown, however, and names were like mine (WankerChamp) invented.Then came the big bang, an announcement popping up on my screen one early morning in February 2002: “Who wants to meet Yulia in flesh and blood and have a good wank in close proximity to her nude body? It can be arranged for me and 5 of my friends. It will come at a cost, and details can only be revealed to friends who supply verifiable identity information.”I hesitated but not for long. The guy behind this announcement was one the most eager members of our group. Judging by his photos and videos he was white, middle-aged, in good shape but not a body builder. Average cock, circumsized, heavy balls. His surroundings were stylish with designer furniture and a glass plate on his computer desk on which he again and again landed his huge cumshots for Yulia Nova. The way he expressed himself when he wrote in our group was inventive and always with a positive ring to it.His project could be a scam but if I ever were to trust anybody on a matter like this it would be “YNjerkerNY” as he called himself.* * *A lot of correspondence and details of the plan followed. Let me cut to the chase: On a bright sunny day in April 2002 six men were to meet in a four star hotel in the Latvian capital Riga. My journey was the easiest and cheapest since I live in Northern Europe, and I was the first to bahis firmaları take a seat in the hotel lobby.Our driving force, YNjerkerNY, came from New York where he was partner in a law firm. A presentable gentleman with greying hair, he arrived in the company of a somewhat younger black man, whom I knew from the Internet as BBCforYulia. Just a couple of weeks earlier he and Jerker had done a splendid joint cum tribute, the first of its kind in our group.”You must be the Champ,” the lawyer said as I rose.”That’s me, Jerker!”They both smiled, and the black man slapped my back.”I appreciate your style,” he said. “As I’ve told you more than once.””You’re always a great inspiration, BBC. I’m glad you’re on our team today!” YNjerker and BBC checked into a suite on the floor below my room and we reunited in the lobby, waiting for our remaining three friends and, of course, for the star of the show, the one and only Yulia Nova.* * *A Japanese gentleman and a South American highway robber (well, he looked like one) arrived, and finally the real surprise came strutting in, a guy known to the group as CrazyCummer. He was Swiss, had a long pale cock and often wore green surgical gloves while doing his tributes. It now appeared that this man was only about four and a half feet tall. He had curly white hair and, dressed in a green suit he looked like the friendly dwarf in a fairytale. He greeted us curtly and took a look at his golden wristwatch.”Can we expect the young lady to arrive in time?” he asked in a (surprise again) deep masculine voice.”I think it’s her in that taxi outside,” the Jerker answered, and I’m sure my friends felt the same immediate pulse accelleration as I did. I had prepared myself for this event by not having any kind of sex throughout the week, wanting to save all my power and all my semen for Yulia, but at this point I got nervous. Would I simply explode in my pants before we even got the action started? Well, she now entered the hotel lobby, modestly dressed in a black coat which all but hid her remarkable figure, and escorted by a tall square-jawed youngster, her boyfriend Igor. Our New York lawyer had negiotiated the arrangement with Igor who had flown in from Moscow with Yulia in order to observe that all clauses and conditions were adhered to.The Jerker walked towards them, shook their hands and spoke to them in Russian. A man of many abilities! To the rest of us he said: “Let’s go upstairs and have the experience of a lifetime.”And so we did, and so we had. When a “Do not disturb”-sign was placed and the door locked, Yulia kaçak iddaa removed her coat. She was now in a sleeveless frock, red and yellow if I remember it correctly, made of a silky fabric clinging to her figure. She was of middle height, looking fit, healthy, self-assured and yet a little nervous.”Let’s sit down and have a drink,” Jerker suggested.Why waste the time? I thought but he was right. The tension eased and it turned out that Yulia spoke acceptable English. She told us that the flight from Moscow had been uncomfortable and that was the reason her dress was all ruffled.Oh, was it really? I hadn’t noticed.”I must go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit,” she said.”Of course,” Jerker answered. “The door is right there.”A few minutes passed in silence. I downed my drink, yet my mouth still felt dry. The door opened and Yulia stood before us, naked, with a glow of warmth and pearls of water on her perfect smooth skin and in the brown fur on her vulva.”Let’s retreat to the bedroom,” Jerker suggested in a hoarse voice.The elegant room was, conveniently enough, furnished with two separate beds. Our group of wankers could stand three on each side of the one that Yulia stretched out on. Her boyfriend sat down in a corner. Lightning was dim and soft but sufficient to fully enjoy the magninificent curvature of her body — and also to register that six fully erect cocks were on their way out into the open.We were, I am sure, all on the brink of explosion but years of grown-up wanking, some of it on the Internet, had taught us how to hold back. The cocks were fingered ever so carefully.Our dwarflike Swiss friend had the best position. His legs being so short, his iron-hard member almost touched Yulias right hip. Almost but not quite. It was a strict condition for this session that none of us should actually have tactile contact with her and, gentlemen wankers as we all were, we obeyed.The Swiss cock as well as the black American one impressed with their size. Two others were about average, I’d say, and mine was on the smaller side with only the Japanese presenting an even more modest piece of weaponry. He held it forth with pride, however, and his hairless manicured right hand stroked it with a grip as light as a feather.I didn’t count the minutes while I pumped with equal lightness on my tingling, burning, bopping iron rod. It felt like we were served a slice of eternity in that bedroom. Silence reigned, only the sounds of flesh being pumped and occasionally heavy breathing or a moan broke it.Then suddenly a muted roar as the dwarf shot a kaçak bahis ribbon of greysh-white cum over Yulia’s abdomen. He squeezed as though he wanted to delay his ejaculation but it kept comming. He tumbled backwards and sat down on the soft carpeted floor, his face pale and sweaty. Was he having a heart attack? Sorry, my friend, I thought, but right now I can’t be interrupted.Yulia lay quiet, picture perfect, not reacting to the fat load of cum which now slowly trickled over her skin towards the hotel bed’s linen. Who’s next? I thought. Well, Jerker and his black friend were answering the question simultaneously. Their previous tributing together must have trained them, and they were perfectly positioned on both sides of Yulia, as they exploded and laid ropes of cum over her breasts. Some of the longest reaching shots from the black cannon in fact landed on his friend’s shaft. The Jerker could do his last pumping movements with lubrication added.The Latin American and the Japanese gentleman got their loads off in due course but I didn’t much notice as I was now about to cum myself, proud to be the last man wanking, and I think (and the others later confirmed it) the one with the most powerful fountain of fluid, glazing Yulia’s crotch area and seeping into her pubic plantation. She looked at me and at my still ejaculating cock, then lifted her head and glanced at the irrigated mountains and valleys of her body. Her face lit up in an unforgettable smile. Joy and pride radiated from her.”Spasibo,” she said. That’s Russian for “thank you”.* * *Some cleaning and bathing and dressing followed, but basically our day was done. Yulias boyfriend had a visible erection in his pants when they said goodbye, and I can well imagine that he fucked her in an airport lavatory or rest room while they waited for their plane back to Moscow, but there were no pics or videos of that, for the same reason that no pics or videos were made of our wanking session with Yulia. In a way I’m happy about it. Not one porn pic exists of Yulia Nova. No cocks near her, no dildoes, no masturbation or close-ups of pussy. She posed as a nude model for a few glorious years and then retreated from the profession while still in perfect shape. She is with us in that shape forever.Yulia Nova is in her late 30’s now and I have no desire to see what she looks like. I have seen what I wanted to se, I have done what I wanted to do — and I can keep on doing it.”Let’s go down and have something to eat,” the Jerker said, when the two Russians were on their way. “I suggest a round of strong vodka drinks, while we discuss the events of the day, my friends. I think we all have reason to be proud. We did it, we made it, we saw it through. And we should have a good conversation about our future plans.”(The end — for now)

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