from the camp and spend the night in the woods, by the fire. Quickly gathered and after an hour found the right place. There were no tents, but, despite the already quite cold nights, under blankets, in quilted jackets, they were not at risk of freezing. They made a fire, cooked something there, ate it. We sat by the fire, chatted about nothing, enjoying the rest, peace and fresh air of the autumn forest. It was then that six village boys came across them. They sat down to the fire, offered a drink. Bottles of vodka on nine was not a lot. The girls fed them dinner, then just sat, chatted, joked. In response to some sharp remark by Marinina about the peasants, one of the guys, laughing, grabbed her by a padded jacket on her chest, picked it up and threw it on the leaves collected for the night. Marina immediately realized that this was just a game and, laughing, watched their romp, but her other friend jumped up and rushed to defend. Then the two guys and her grabbed, one by the breast, the other behind the belt, lifted and also piled up on the leaves, making a “small pile”, to which two more guys were not slow to join. Only Marina and one of the guys, a short and stocky one, had been looking at it with undisguised interest, were left at the fire. Having met her eyes, the guy nodded at floundering in the foliage:

- Want to go there?

- Not really! - Marina laughed.

- Are not you afraid?

- What? What are you and me to fill up with them? No, I am not afraid.

- And if for barks I will take?

- For breasts, or what? Well, they don't die of it! - smiling, answered Marina.

The guy silently stood up, waddled, slowly, went up to Marina and took her with one hand for the lapel of the jacket, slightly shook. He stood looking down into her eyes, continuing to hold the cuff. Then, unexpectedly, he grabbed his breasts, jerked him to his feet, pulled him to him, looking at her with greedy eyes. Marina did not resist, but she did not show a sudden desire. The guy frowned, let go of her and, turning to the rolling in the leaves and laughing company, loudly whistled.

- Ok, stop it! Let's go Enough students mop! - Suddenly he said evil and silently headed towards the village.

The guys, puzzlingly glancing, reluctantly rose, pulling the quilted jackets, put the girls on their feet. Crumpled up saying goodbye, went after the "leader".

- Did he hurt you? - asked one of her friends Marina.

- Why do you think so? Just think, hold the breast. You then as otrepali! - answered Marina, with a shrug. The girls began to go to bed.

A couple of days later, returning from the dining room after dinner, Marina saw a familiar stocky figure at the entrance to the camp. The guy also saw her, came up, stood in front of her on the road.

- Hello. Are you going for a walk? - asked gloomily.

- I will go! - Marina answered with a challenge, looking into his eyes.

Silently they headed away from the camp, went out into the field. Not far away, against the starry sky, dark stacks. Guy gently with his left hand hugged Marina by the waist. Having no objections, he grew bolder, he pressed himself closer. Passing the first, small stack, he turned to the next, huge. Having caught up with him, suddenly grabbed Marina by the collar, turned to him, pulled. Marina clung to him, put up her lips for a kiss. She felt through the padded jacket and pants, as his member was swelling, pouring strength. Responding to a kiss, she took the guy by herself for a padded jacket, pulling her towards her ... Tearing off, finally, from her lips, the guy grabbed her by the cuffs and threw it into the haystack with force. Looking at her, he quickly began to unbutton and pull off his pants. Marina began to shoot their own. When both were left without pants, the guy plopped down in the hay next to her, again grabbed a padded jacket, pulled himself up and began to kiss. Then, turning over, he was on top, then again from the bottom ... Zaryvshis thus deep enough in a stack, he spread her legs and immediately, with force, drove his not very long, but thick and very solid unit into it. Not so much from pain, but from surprise, Marina quietly screamed and tried to jump off the hot barrel, but he grabbed her by the padded jacket at the waist, jerked her onto her trunk even more ... After several blows, the pain passed and Marina began to feel rolling up bliss. She grabbed the partner lying on her feet and, now she herself dragged him by the breast, so that his dick entered into her as deeply as possible. When a hot jet of sperm with powerful pulses hit her, she first experienced an orgasm. The guy fell off and lay beside him, closing his eyes and breathing heavily. With one hand he continued to hold her by the lapel of the padded jacket, as if he was afraid that she might run away. So that he was not worried, Marina also took him by the lapel, pulled her to herself, smacked her cheek, on the lips and lay down next to her, hoping to rest: she was thoroughly exhausted. But it was not there! With a twofold sense of horror from the work ahead and the anticipation of the buzz, she felt that the “faded” unit of her partner just a minute ago was beginning to quickly fill with new force. This time the guy pulled her over and, when she spread her legs, and the head of his penis was in front of the entrance, she jerked his breasts up, sliding down and dressing on a hard protruding bitch. The guy pulled her by the cuffs, almost taking off from her trunk, she again rushed down ... This went on for quite a long time, Marina managed to finish, again having an orgasm, but there was no ejaculation. Exhausted and tired, she could barely hold the guy by the padded jacket on her chest, and he, clutching her by the jacket on her waist, shook her and pushed her trunk with force into her vagina. Once again, Marina finished almost at the same time as her partner and, both tired and exhausted but satisfied, lay side by side, holding each other by the cuffs.

Before the end of the agricultural work and return to the institute, they spent a few more of the same tumultuous, crazy nights.

So, neither sex, nor bashing for clothes were new to Marina. But such as in this late evening at the entrance did not happen to her ...

The next day, Marina tried to return home early, although it turned out not so early - after ten o'clock in the evening. But everything turned out, in the dark, as always, no one was waiting for her entrance. Two or three more days passed just as calmly. She had already decided that she had promised to meet her man again and had forgotten to think about her. It turned out not.

On that day, Marina passed the last exchange rate before the session. Deciding to unwind, went with friends to the disco. Sprang from the heart. She came home again by the last bus. From the stop to the house through the wasteland almost ran - despite the long fur coat, it was cold in a short skirt. As usual, she tightened the belt and straps - fasteners, including, so as not to be blown by the wind, and at the very bottom, just above the knees, which usually did not tighten, so as not to interfere with walking. I got to the house, entered the familiar dark entrance. Already in the corridor, halfway to the stairs, I felt someone's presence. What to do? Run back? But in this thick, heavy coat, even from the entrance will not have time to jump out. Yes, if they have time - confused then? Around the wasteland, almost a kilometer from the bus stop, and the last bus was long gone - right after it left it. Thinking this way, she kept going forward, but slowed her pace. Waiting for her, apparently caught the difference in gait, he realized that he had discovered it, and went to meet him. A few quick, wide steps, and now familiar strong hands take her by the fur coat on her chest, grab her, squeezing the air out of her lungs, lift her up and, shaking, carry the ladder, press it to the wall. A large male body is pressed against it, literally smearing it on the wall, the lips merge into an endless kiss. She does not have enough air, dizzy, cloudy consciousness. Sometimes coming to her senses, Marina feels with horror through her thick fur coat and the sheepskin sheepskin coat of the rapist, as the male sexual aggregate rises, filled with power, ... Read more →