It was at the end of the 2nd course. We once went to the group after the exam to the country to one of our girls. Man went to us 8. Three women and five guys. We arrived at the cottage for four o'clock. Estetsvenno, on the way drank beer. We arrived, a bottle of vodka crushed. All became good. There was a river nearby, so we went swimming, then we played volleyball. Returned to the site at about seven. They made a fire. The women began to cook grub. At about ten, everything was ready. Honestly, we drove. By 11 everyone was already quite good. But I had one but. I flew the night before. Then half the night preparing for the exam. This day I got up early for the exam. In short, at 11 I went to sleep at home. When I fell asleep I heard loud cries, woman squeals, laughter.

I woke up feeling that someone was trying to unzip my jeans. I opened my eyes and saw someone's silhouette, bent over me.

- Who are you? - not understanding this dream or reality, I asked.

- It's me. Fuck me, replied the silhouette. I reached out and found a lighter on the table. When I lit it, I saw Natasha.

“Turn on the light,” I told her. Natasha staggered toward the switch.

“Please fuck me,” she asked again. I looked at her in the light.

She was drunk as a lord. Without waiting for an answer from me, Natasha knelt by the sofa on which I was lying, unbuttoned my jeans, gently pulled out my dick and began to suck it. Naturally, I did not object, but I told her:

- Do you ever undress. Without getting up, she pulled off her denim jacket and threw it on the floor.

“No, that won't do,” I finally said waking up.

- Get up, dance. Erotic need to do everything. Natasha could barely stand on her feet, so dancing turned out badly for her. Nevertheless, she swayed and pulled off her T-shirt, opening her beautiful breasts to my gaze. Then took off her shorts. There was nothing under them either. From what I concluded that Natasha is undressing today is not the first time.

- Take me. I'm yours. Fuck me, - these words Natasha uttered all the time, but only now I took them seriously. She again knelt and began to suck my already quite strong cock.

- Move your ass to me - these words have sounded rude to me. Natasha turned around. Now she was standing on straight legs, bending down to my cock. I was free to reach my pussy with my hand, and I could clearly see how she sucked my cock, almost completely swallowing it. I stuck my middle finger in her hole. It was very wet there. Then I stuck two, then three, then four fingers. Realizing that Natasha has nothing against it, and most likely she likes it, I stuck my whole hand. And then it dawned on me that Natasha is in such a state that she does not understand anything and feels little. So you can do anything with it that I want. This thought made me so excited that I even finished it in her mouth. She swallowed everything up to the last drop. I grabbed her lips, clit, inserted his hand and spread her fingers, pulled on her tiny pubic hairs (she shaved there). Finally I said:

- Get up, go to the terrace and turn on the light there. I myself climbed behind the condom.

When I entered the terrace, Natasha stood with cancer, with her hands on the table. Despite the fact that I recently finished, my dick was again well done. I, podrachivaya him to stand better, pulled on his gum and abruptly entered Natasha's vagina. Natasha moaned a little. I immediately took a fast pace, driving my friend on the most eggs. I leaned forward and grasped her breasts with both hands. I squeezed them with all my strength, grabbed their nipples, and delayed them. I did all this in full force. Natasha moaned loudly. I was so accelerated that my dick jumped out of the vagina. And here I was visited by a wonderful thought, which I immediately brought to life. With one push I pushed my already fully risen member into her anus. Natasha moaned loudly.I spread her hands, with which she rested on the table, in different directions, and she fell on her chest. Now she was rubbing her chest against the table in time with my jolts. To strengthen this, I nadil hands on her back. At some point, my eyes fell on a small mirror hanging on the wall. In it I saw Natasha’s face distorted from pain and buzz, and I remembered that I had a camera. I ran into the room and took a camera out of my bag. I began to photograph Natasha. She continued to lay her breast on the table with her legs spread wide. I took a close-up of her crotch several times. Then I put my cock in her anus again. I ended up there. Then he forced Natasha to get up and sit down with her legs on the table. She sat wide apart. I began to take pictures. At first, I just photographed, then I forced her to spread her lips with her hands and knead her breasts. Finally, I removed the condom and made Natasha lick it, drink all the sperm from it. She thrust it into her mouth, climbed there with her tongue, blew it. I kept photographing. By chance, I saw an empty champagne bottle. I, without hesitation, grabbed her and began to shove her pussy into Natasha. First neck and then the thick side. Natasha just moaned loudly. After that, without taking the bottle out of my pussy, I shoved a toast candle in her ass. And again he photographed, photographed, photographed, forcing her to stand in different poses, but without taking anything out of her.

Then I sat down in a chair and let her take it all out and immediately ordered me to lick my feet. She was on her knees and sucked every finger on my leg. And then I decided to fuck her without a condom and finish it. I threw her on her back and told her to spread her legs wide. I literally sat on top of her. With my left hand I grabbed the nipple of her breast, and with my right hand, stretching her, I tried to take a picture of us. Having finished her, I sat right on her face and made me lick my dick. Natasha was lying on the floor, spreading her legs widely, sperm flowed from her vagina. The sperm was on her face and hair.

I had the last wish. I grabbed Natasha by the hair and dragged her outside. There I told her to kneel down and began to write on her face, on her chest, on her stomach, on her crotch. Having finished this procedure, which is pleasant for me, I took a bucket of water, which stood nearby, and poured it over. Then I threw some kind of cloth at her so that she dried off and told her to go into the house. I myself went to look for something to drink. When I returned to the house, I found Natasha lying on the floor. She fell asleep right on the veranda. I took it and carried it to the room. Immediately, after that I put both films in my bag, took her things from my room, drank half a glass of vodka and went to bed.

Waking up in the morning, I thought for a long time whether it was true or I dreamed. If this is true, then where is everyone else? Then I remembered the film. If this is true, then in the bag should be two captured film. I got up and reached into the bag. There really were two footage shot. Then a question arose for me, and what does Natasha herself remember?

I left the house. It was hot outside. Glasses, plates, forks were scattered on the table and around it. Among other things, there were lying tiny fishnet panties and the same bra. Since, as I remembered, Natasha had neither panties nor a bra at night, I decided that this was hers. But most of all I could not understand where the rest of the people.

I entered the house and went into the room to Natasha. She was already awake.

- Listen, where is everyone? - instead of a greeting I asked.

“I don't know,” she replied.

- What time did you go to bed?

- I do not remember.

- And when you went to bed, they were still here.

- I remember her

All this time she said that she did not remember anything, at one moment it seemed to me that she was hiding something. Of course, her answer choices suited me more. Maybe her too.

I found two bottles of beer in the fridge and went outside. After some time, Natasha came out of the house. She was wearing the same shorts and a T-shirt.

- You want - I offered her a beer.

- Not. I am better than coffee.

- Is that yours? - I asked, pointing to the panties and bra.

- Yes

“It’s clear that you have had a good time,” I asked maliciously.

“Probably,” she answered indifferently.

I wanted to go home right away, but Natasha begged her not to leave one. While she was cleaning, I sunbathed. But I could not wait to print photos.

In Moscow, I escorted her home, and without going to myself, I went to a friend of mine who worked in Kodak. I came just before the closing, and I had to talk to him. He showed me the film and told me to print myself. He gave me himself before to print, and he began something there to count. It was even better for me. It was not necessary to show him pictures. I printed 70 pictures in duplicate.

Then I scanned them and made myself a wallpaper on the desktop at home. Frankly, I often consider these photos. How she sucks, how I write on her, how she licks a condom into which I finished, with a bottle in her pussy and with a candle in the bottom. Every time I watch them, I get so excited that I have to jerk off.