... I met Beehive near the movie poster. The late April was in the courtyard. Belatedly because only now streams of dirty water, prompted to run rampant by the warm sun, rushed to the gutters, shrubs of gourmet green grass germinated through tufts of autumnal humus and the ladies finally put on short skirts. Spring came. The youth, the most conscious part of which was a special time for the approaching summer - the examination time, hung around the city awakening after hibernation and the search for fresh ideas and the joyful aroma of budding buds.

I shamelessly skipped school: in the last class, you can take a break from the infinitely long hours at your desk in a stuffy sun-drenched sun, albeit with windows always open to meet the green branches of the poplar, and chatting around the city in a kind of hairy look, before the district military registration and enlistment office took care of me yet.

Ulya was a very beautiful girl. The first thing that caught her eye at the sight of her was marvelous grace of even knees with juicy caviar, covered with a creamy-colored male admiration, 15-den density and a heavy, slightly unnatural chest. It was even a little strange to look at the very toned, harmonious creation of only 159 cm tall, endowed with a disproportionately large chest for a still-childish figure. On Ulyana there was a long narrow skirt of black color with a deep slit in the front, opening graceful legs to the curious looks of young people.

The intoxicating air and the free behavior of my new acquaintance quickly did their job and already after the first phrases my only desire was to possess this beast, to possess briskly and shamelessly, mixing burning pleasure with shamelessness with wasteful streams of tenderness, plentifully produced by passionate youthful, dreamy nature. It was as if I was spinning around her without noticing it. I suggested she take a walk along the Larch Alley, she was not averse, I took her warm pen and brought her to my lips for a moment, gently pulled me along.

We talked about utter trifles, but neither my lovely companion nor I gave any attention to the conversation, because between our views, and we barely looked up from each other, only when mutual interest became too flashy, embarrassment forced us to look at the first leaves on lime trees one by one and poplars, planted along a dusty summer road to the forest, - between our views an invisible inquiring dialogue took place, every note of which sounded much thinner than the words and were caught far more carefully than the most x iterate and flowery phrases. Can she understand me, can I prove to this beauty, born for admiration and love, that from now on my heart belongs to her and only to her? Is not one of those depraved shalopai this young man who is able to whisper in her ear to a barely familiar girl sweet, seductive speeches, plunging her into the paint, and after half an hour boasting about it at the table in the company of the same walking libertines like himself? We studied each other with the inquisitiveness and impatience of a scientist who feels the closeness of the solution to the desperately tormenting question. Our conversation fluttered across all interesting topics from Hungarian cuisine to Blind Guardian harmonies like a carefree butterfly, only touching the top of a flower, and did not linger for a long time on any of them, and the burning eyes opposite penetrated into the most intimate depth of feelings of a friend. As our eyes became more and more tender, we moved farther and farther into the forest. At some point, I felt such a spiritual intimacy and understanding of my angel-like companion, that I did not hold back and showed an irresistible weakness, gently curled her waist.The girl was questioning, but at the same time she looked at me unusually kindly and silently leaned a little sideways, leaning a little closer to me. I almost fainted from the intoxicating delight and happiness, my head was spinning, I walked like a dream. Suddenly, Ulya shuddered, freeing herself from my embrace and impatiently said: “Sorry, I have to go a minute. Wait for me here, okay? ”With these words, she instantly turned off with an even lined aroma filled with larch alley lined with rotten foliage and carried off into the thicket of the forest.

After standing for 2 minutes alone, I began to slowly, but with increasing strength, gnawing at my doubts, but what if the beautiful woman decided to laugh at me and ran home? Frowning slightly, I looked around restlessly, expecting to find her laughing pretty face in the opposite side, but she did not show up at all and then, resolutely pushing the branches away with my hands, climbed to where the raw earth still wore the marks of her shoes.

Going forward twenty meters, I stopped and stopped. Ulyana sat five steps ahead, turning her back to me so that I remained imperceptible and ... desperately pressed, lifting her fluffy skirt up, and covering her head, like a hood and exposing a snow-white ass that was stretched by her hands to the sides,

- God! What an ass this was! There is a very sweet way in porno-literature of a bad taste - colloquial descriptions. Reluctantly resorting to them, I will express a small part of emotions, simple, and therefore strong.

Her ass was exorbitant. The anus was a large mucous funnel extending into the hot, slightly damp depth of the Ulina flesh. The rectal sphincter shrank affably, as if with a winking eye, and finally the foliage received a coveted piece of paired bay feces. What could I do besides throwing myself on her knees ...

From unexpectedness, Ulyana started and harshly turned around. A crazy fear took hold of me: it seemed to me that there was still a second of inactivity, and it would break, free itself from the embraces, and disappear from my life forever. I fell into the power of insanity, I wanted to keep her at all costs, I pressed my face to the anus with a burning face, kissed and lobbed him, blending the happy rumors of my own body, sobbing with my sobs and groans of pleasure that my heart, squeezing and jumping like a crew, galloping rushing along the road, exuded a hand of bright tears that slid along their cheeks, until they fell on the snow-white front street street. I besppepyvno kissed muscles the rectum, and stapalsya pponiknut language Inside a like vdpug bold Ulyana, instantly passlabiv ohpanyayuschie muscles back ppohod, ppopustila me anal as far as possible, isputiv ppotyazhny, the sweetest sound that I had a chance to hear his whole life, frantically whispered:

- No ... stop ... If you kiss my intestines, I won't be able to get away from you ... never ... never ... hear ... never ... please ..

At that moment, I had nothing to say. Instinctively, I leaned forward, gripping Uli's bare thighs firmly in front of me, jerking, pushing my face in the hot and aromatic body of a young girl.

The intestine is at least 10 centimeters from the anal sphincters, it was perfectly known to me and it would seem that it is impossible to reach it with the tongue, even with such a large entrance as in Ulyana. Forgive me this comparison, but it was the anus and vagina of a young donkey! No, mares! No, Devils!

But here a saving thought came to my mind. If the intimate toilet, which was so thoroughly interrupted by me, was not completed, then, probably, some amount of feces remained in my husband's implant, and if I’m lucky enough to reach it, I can affect the intestines! Panting from this joyful thought, so long as it came to my head, I, with my nostrils inside my ugly nudity, pushed my tongue out to the front and, oh, happiness! - easily reached a very dense mass, which immediately began to be pulled by the furious waves of the tongue.Ulyana raged with lust, stamped her foot, screamed and howled without any shame and fear at the whole forest, and, eagerly swallowing the air, shuddered:

- Do not be ... that ... nav ... not ... oh! ... y! ... and ... yes! ...

I quickly dipped my saliva ...