Where I just did not drift during my wanderings with a fishing rod! I especially loved to wander along the whimsically wriggling forest streams in search of trout. That time I was extremely lucky. Almost every turn of the river gave me either a powerful grip, or a trout, frantically resisting in foamy jets.

The evening was coming. It was time to think about the night. Usually I settled in a haystack or asked to spend the night on some farm. So this time, at the next turn of the river, an old garden was opened, surrounded by a dilapidated fence. In the depths of the garden one could see a log house, a dilapidated shed and some other buildings. The windows in the house shone. I stopped at the gate, entwined with wild grapes, and decided to look around a bit. Suddenly the door of the house opened and a completely naked woman came out on the threshold. From surprise, I even sat down, and the grapes thickets hid me. The evening sun, already half hidden behind the trees, illuminated the woman's full-bodied chest with a soft diffused light. Elongated shadows lay at her feet, and a soft blush played on her cheeks. After standing a little on the threshold, the woman descended from the porch into the garden. Now she stood sideways to me, and I clearly saw her pink, slightly swollen nipple. The door of the house opened again, and a naked man came out of it. The woman, seeing him, giggled and hid behind an apple tree.

- Lola, Lolochka, where are you? - the man almost sang and went down to the garden too.

- I'm here! - Lola responded because of the apple tree. The man turned in her direction and, swaying slightly, headed for her. I held my breath. The man was obviously tipsy. While he was facing me, I had time to look at his stupid eyes and lustful little smile.

- Here, Osya, here! - teased because of the apple Lola. Osia rushed to the apple tree with unexpected speed and almost grabbed Lola, but she deftly dodged and ran back fifteen paces. Now I could look at a woman even better. Her somewhat heavy figure resembled the characters of Rubens. Dense, as if molded thighs, squeezed a black, sharply defined triangle, and the hips were so steep that they seemed like white wings ready to take off a swan.

- Lolochka, Lolochka! - swallowing saliva, moaned Osya and again tried to catch her. This game of cat and mouse lasted for quite some time. Osia had already grabbed Lola several times. His hands slid over her shoulders, touched her breasts (it seemed to me that Lola herself was setting them up), broke off from the waist. Both got hot and I felt the smell of an excited female body. Finally, he managed to push her to the high nettles.

“Here I am in the nettle, nettle,” muttered Osya, gasping.

Lola turned around helplessly. A nettle stood behind a high impassable wall, and in the front, with its arms spread wide, its pursuer approached. Lola somehow went limp and no longer tried to resist. Osya unceremoniously grabbed her breasts and pulled her towards him. They fell into the high fragrant grass. Lola shamelessly spread her legs, giving the man the opportunity to flex and squeeze her thighs unhindered. She moaned lasciviously whenever his greedy fingers penetrated the greedily opened shell. Apparently having decided that his partner is quite excited, Osya jerked up and raised her on all fours, forcing him to bend deeply. Lola's tense thighs impatiently trembled, she was captured by what was happening no less than her partner. And he, in the meantime, slowly raised himself up and, having widely parted the shameful lips of the woman standing on all fours, plunged his thick, swollen veins into the slit.

Lola groaned and twisted her hips, as if she wanted to sit even deeper. Osya began to move violently; it seemed he could keep up the pace to infinity. Their intercourse was not like a love game, but fertilization.I noticed that several times the woman’s clouded look was lightened by passion and she was looking towards the gate behind which I was hiding. Maybe I betrayed myself with careless movement? For some moments it seemed to me that we were looking into each other's eyes ... But a wave of ecstasy swept Lola and she turned away.

At that moment two more women and a man came out of the house. The women hung light, unbuttoned dressing gowns. The man was wearing short shorts.

They stopped nearby and watched a couple in the grass for a while. The man’s shorts were sticking out and he pressed against one of the women, the other went very close to Lola and squatted down. Her legs were spread apart almost at the level of the Axis face. Lola noticed this, freed her hand and began to caress the woman who had approached, running her hand over her thighs and buried her fingers in the black triangle. Osya saw this and he was immediately overtaken by the highest moment of bliss. Lola continued to caress the woman for some time, bringing her almost to ecstasy, and then removed her hand and, with difficulty getting up from all fours, went into the house.

- Come on, the roast is probably ready! - she threw on the move. All lazily went after her. Only the woman that Lola caressed continued to squat, replacing Lolina with her hand. With sharp, quick movements, she instantly brought herself to orgasm, then rose and, patting the lower abdomen with her hand, set off after all.

I frantically thought about my position. There is no place to sleep. Around the forest. In my bag I have six weighty trout - a great addition to their dinner. In short, I decided.

The gate opened almost silently and after a moment I was already knocking on the door. I discovered Lola. She was wearing a mini-dressing gown. The cut was so big that I involuntarily looked at her seminude breasts. Noticing this, she smiled and looked at me for a while.

“Excuse me, please,” I began, “the night found me in the woods by the river, and then I noticed your farm. In my bag I have a great catch. If you know, there is such a fish - trout ...

- Trout? - Asked Lola.

- Yes, trout. It can be cooked for dinner. And if you have a hayloft, I would spend the night there. Osya appeared behind Lola.

- ABOUT! Firm. - He touched my finger with a magnificent spinning, rather like a flute, and not a fishing tackle.

“Come on in,” he invited cordially, “it is quite possible that we didn’t have enough of you.”

I entered the house.

- So, now we are three by three! - he announced cheerfully.

Dinner, interrupted by my appearance, continued. Roast steamed in clay bowls. The table was littered with all kinds of greenery. A low oak bench stood baskets of apples and plums. The selection of drinks was impressive. Under the admiring cheers of the owners, I pulled the trout.

- I will cook them with pleasure! Exclaimed the woman Lola caressed in the garden.

- Maybe I will help you? - I suggested gallantly. I liked this woman more and more. We went to the kitchen.

- My name is Wanda.

“Alex,” I said.

Someone brought us a bottle of dry and a plate of plums. Then Lola came to us and offered me a small faceted cup of vodka and a slice of pork.

- You probably froze there by the river? - she smiled coquettishly.

Our eyes met. Her mouth opened slightly. Did she notice me making love to her Axis! Her shamelessly voluptuous expression seemed to confirm this. When Lola left, I quickly cut up the fish and poured myself and Vande dry.

- Where did the pepper go? Wanda leaned over and began to shuffle in the old buffet. She kept her back to me and leaned lower and lower. From under the short robe, the resilient buttocks first appeared, and then, when she slightly spread her legs, the pink half-creased stripe became visible. From the juice that appeared, she seemed to be lacquered. Holding my breath, I peered into it, feeling the sweet languor in the head of my penis. Finally, Wanda found a pepper and straightened up. One of her breasts almost fell out of the robe.It was beyond my strength! I tipped Wanda on a wide oak table and eagerly pressed my lips to her warm tummy, sweet smelling of meadow grasses. Her strong tanned legs clasped me, irresistibly drawing me to my lower lips. With pleasure, I penetrated the tongue into the quivering vagi, having brought Vanda to a violent orgasm by this penetration. With one hand, impatiently pulling off the pants, the other I violently squeezed and squeezed her strong breasts.

Wanda in a half-forgetfulness begged me: - Come in, go in, rather! I stood on a low bench that stood at the table, and, barely restraining myself, slowly plunged my instrument into its hot, elastic entrance. The vagina began to contract in time with my movements. With her legs, Wanda helped me penetrate as deeply as possible. Ecstasy gripped us. It seems that someone entered at this time and, maybe, even watched us, but this not only did not embarrass, but rather excited us even more. Then Wanda cooked a trout and we returned to the common table.

The meal continued. It was much eaten and not less drunk. Already in the morning I went to the garden to cool off. Under the sprawling apple tree, I saw Wanda. She seemed to be waiting for me. Her hair smelled of fresh morning dew. Without any preliminaries, she leaned over and caught my beginning to come to life member with moist lips. All my nature responded to her sweet sucking. The sun barely appeared over the forest when Lola unexpectedly joined us. She replaced Wanda at the most dramatic moment and took in herself the entire charge of the sperm accumulated in me. A little disappointed, Vanda fell back on my process, obviously trying to “fumigate” me to the last drop. Fortunately, those who were still in the house appeared at the door of the house.

- ABOUT! - exclaimed Osya. - It seems to me that not all places are still occupied! He, without ceremony, entered Wanda from behind. His companion, meanwhile, had offered his hardened member Vanda to the front and she instantly switched to him. Now she was satisfied on both sides, which obviously gave her great pleasure. I thought I had a little respite, but Lola and her friend were already approaching me with predatory nostrils. One of their kind awakened in me the dormant male force. I think we formed a very picturesque trio.

For the first time in my life, I missed the morning bite of trout that day, but was it worth it to regret it?