I was then 18 years old. After the wedding, we first went with my husband on honeymoon to the Black Sea, on the Crimean peninsula. A co-worker of her husband gave him an address in Alushta, where it was possible for three rubles a day to rent a house, which actually turned out to be just a shed. From the furniture, it contained two metal Aramaic beds, a table, two stools and a small old wardrobe. The owner - grandfather Elijah (h), lived alone in the house. He himself led the whole household and kept a fairly decent garden with fruit trees, currants, gooseberries, etc.

As soon as we were accommodated, I immediately pulled my husband to the beach towards the sea. The first five days we just did not get out of the beach. On the sixth, the weather deteriorated a bit and had to return to our “house” earlier than usual. On the way, my husband bought a can of dry wine, right from a barrel on the street. For the first time during our vacation, we sat down with our husband in a decorous dinner at a table in the shed. I thought wistfully that it would finally be our “secret evening” of love. However, Azia (Azazel), the son of an old grandfather, came to us, “to get to know him better”.

He brought with him a bottle of apricot vodka and apples from Elijah's garden for a snack. I really, I only tried it - a strong infection, degrees 50. It is drunk easily, but gives great in the legs. The head seems fresh, everything thinks, and the legs do not obey. Therefore, I drank wine and smacked apples, and the men drank apricot. My husband got drunk pretty quickly, and the use of his moonshine product obviously did not affect Aza. Only his face turned red and he visibly talked, which made him even funnier. This guy, older than me by 20 years, immediately seemed funny to me. Healthy, such an uncle with a tummy. He always climbs around the garden in a straw hat, a light shirt with a short sleeve, and in old jeans with “stretched knees”. But all the time, shaved and perfumed by popular at that time cologne "Chypre." He drinks and does not get drunk ... He just got up and talked and sank jokes with hints of subtle moments.

In a word, until the men finished the bottle, the conversation did not end. During this time, Aza managed to slander so much that it began to seem that I had known him for ten years, apparently he had become a demagogue that I loved. It was fun from the mood for the remaining weeks of vacation by the sea, and most likely from a decent amount of wine drunk. I wanted a husband, and I had to somehow finish this brat. Moreover, Aza offered to bring another bottle, but I still needed my husband in working condition. I refused outright refused, although my constricted rushed to continue.

Finally, Azyu was able to send back home, he noted only by the way that “we have a low-power bulb, we must put it brighter”. Electrician-light, your mother ..

Meanwhile, when I got to my husband, he was already stretched out on the bed. I had to work myself. She sat on top of him, sent and rode. Immediately I appreciated the advantages of the spring metal of the bed: the power consumption is saved, but there are also negative moments - a terrible creak. The husband was clearly out of shape, which was felt by the instability of his penis. It knocked me off and did not manage to finish, although my husband let out a portion of semen at me and lay back lifeless on the pillow. What are you going to do with it?

I got off Adamov (he has such a last name as the former Minister of Atomic Energy of the Russian Federation), poured myself a glass of wine and drained it in one gulp. Below, everything was swollen and there was a feeling of incompleteness in the process of satisfaction. But there was nothing to do. Drunk wine pressed on the tummy. I threw a robe straight over my naked body and went out onto the porch. She waited for a while until her eyes got used to the darkness and set off on a small walk along the path to the other end of the garden to the wooden toilet booth. Went, sat over the hole, peeed. It became funny when I could not close the door for a long time. Wine insidiously violated the coordination of movements.Then I left this occupation and stumbled onto the light of the dim lamp that illuminated the column. Even then I thought: well, that they have speakers here, and not wells. I would not be able to get water from the well in this state ...

Looking around and making sure that the place is securely hidden from outside views by vegetation, she squatted, pulled up the hem of her robe, spread her knees. One hand pressed on the lever, and the other began to catch water from a cool stream. Washed off the remnants of her husband's sperm. Fingers involuntarily lingered on the clitoris. There was a feeling of dissatisfaction inside, and I zaschikotala himself with the index finger. There was a desire again. Legs in tension shifted, holding the arm. A few minutes later I came to my senses, decided to go to bed and satisfy myself there. She stood up languidly, straightened her robe. My mouth was dry and I leaned over to the column. She pressed the lever again, stretched to the stream and greedily began to swallow the water.

Suddenly, out of surprise, I was numb - someone touched my buttocks. A paralyzing wave of fear began to roll. Grabbing my head with both hands, I slowly turned my head and gasped: Aza stood behind me, smiling broadly. Shirt completely open opened hairy chest and abdomen. But that didn't make me cry out. Jeans with his underpants were lowered down to his knees, and a healthy member was sticking out of his groin. A lump rose in my throat, my heart often pounded, my whole body shuddered.

I tried to straighten up, but the man leaned close behind me and pressed my hand to my back, forcing me to remain in the same position, advised: "Hush girl, don't make noise." With a quick movement, he pulled up my robe, exposing my ass and the floor of my back. I spread my buttocks with both hands and uttered: “Muscovite is good!”

I was petrified, like a hypnotized rabbit under a boa’s gaze, my teeth started to pound from fear that gripped me. However, the heat poured into the crotch, and goose bumps ran down the thighs from the top down, I felt the vagina moisturize. It seemed to me that all this was not happening to me at all.

Meanwhile, Boa-Aza continued to lead: "Well, ka, legs wider!"

I like a crazy obediently spread my legs wider and leaned lower towards the column. My rapist sent a member, who widely parted labia, entered me. I heard a man moan with pleasure. It all happened so fast that I didn’t even realize when to resist. Meanwhile, Azezel confidently took me by the waist with both hands and began intercourse, deeper and deeper into me putting a penis into me. He almost completely removed the dick from the vagina, then abruptly pulled me towards him and gave the body forward to meet me, clapping noisily on my buttocks. "Clap, clap, clap!" - in time with his movements spread through the night garden.

- Like this! Like this! Like this! - sentenced her + barrier, - her husband will not fuck like that!

I surrendered to a powerful tide of pleasure, which ran from within, tickled the anus and painfully cramping my legs. I have never experienced such an orgasm !!!

I spread my legs even wider and just laid my chest on the column, not feeling the cold of metal, groaned with pleasure.

All my sensations were concentrated in the groin, only from somewhere far to me the measured “That's it! Like this! Like this!"

A trickle rolled down my thigh. Unexpectedly, I felt a new rush of languor. She threw back her head and groaned. After the second orgasm, I weakened and no longer thought about anything but madness from lust.

Meanwhile, Azezel once again deeply entered me, leaned over the whole body from behind, ran both hands under the robe and brushed boobs in wide palms. Then he quickly went out, pulled his hand over his hair, turning him to face him. I dragged the robe over my head and I, remaining completely naked, saw in front of my nose the swollen crimson head of his disgraceful idol.

“I love you,” trembling all over, she confessed his love to him, gently kissing his dick with her lips.

“Take it,” my lover ordered, and poked a prick on my lips.

I opened my mouth wide and took into him his tense, sinewy member. Azya grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me towards myself. His dick ...