Returning from the hunt, I got lost. Everywhere, as far as the eye could see, there were endless reeds and puddles, similar to one another, covered with greenish poyas, water lilies and other greens. The unbelievable swamps were buried in a heavy noonday, warmed in the sun. From time to time only a lonely heron flew up with the noise from its keeper and again dug into the reed nearby. The willow bushes were standing still, and each of them seemed to be exactly the one on which I noticed the road to the swamps. I spent more than two hours, cursing the heavy rubber shoemakers, sweating, feeling terrible thirst and desire to smoke.

Finally, already completely exhausted, I heard the sharp grumbling of the engine. From the wreckage, a long, imposing limousine appeared, behind the wheel of which a young guy dressed in urban clothing came up. I voted and asked if he would tell me the way.

“I myself am not local,” the man answered with a falsetto, “and you turn left to the stitch, there will be a little house.” Lushka will tell you everything and tell her, she is orienting at home here.

I sent in the indicated direction. Soon, the shaggy little dog rolled out with a loud, bark of barking, started up, and I saw a small clearing filled with nude beehives, and behind them a little house. A short distance away, with her well-lit legs spread wide, Lukerya sat on an overturned tub. From the copper teapot hanging above the bonfire, a pair of noise came out with noise of water that filled the fire.

- And here is the guest granted! - smiled darkly Lukerya, looking at me frowningly. “Now we’re indulging in tea.” Lukerya behaved as if she expected me to visit her today.

- Let's play the game in the shade, but it's just hot ... Green fly will come on - and fucking wild.

The word “fucked up” Lusha said as easily, freely, as the words “brewing”, “pan” and others, less than me, the city dweller, are familiar.

I looked at Lukier more closely. Yes, it was a typical village woman, the middle type - strong, strong, with high, resilient tits and a round cheerful face breathing peace and contentment. “And well, it must have begun to bubble her coy-where,” - there was a flash of lightning in my head, but I immediately tried to suppress the obsession - and did the young woman get married? The leaders here are hard, they can score with the city ...

Lukerya, meanwhile, received from me a jagdash, in which lay three fatty-crooked drake and hung it on a twig, in the shade. I enjoyed stretching on the beach and began pulling off my boots.

“Let me help,” Lukerya leaned toward me and deftly, in one motion, freed my leg. It was at once seen that this was a matter for her, privyvyklo, povpochilas.

- So you scorched? On Fedunin Lake? - she showed by hand, sprinkling aromatic tea. Soon, a clay pot with aromatic honeycombs, chunks of wheat bread baked by itself, and then a small cup with something misty-green, but smelling indomitable and appealing ... turned up on a towel ... and the little neck of the graph, and the honeycomb, with a delicate buzz of the circle around my face and carried away to the top, into the blue of the August sky, dissolving there.

The front berth strongly plowed a marsh, but it seemed to me unusually aromatic, somehow stinging, creeping into a pile, spreading along the veins with a slow, underwater stroke.

“Good for you,” I whispered, listening to the soft hum of the apiary and the silk rustling of the reeds.

“Pretty much,” Lukerya agreed easily, for some reason removing her handkerchief from her head. Her dark-brown eyes from under the high thick brows stared at me calmly, enticingly.

- Isn't it boring alone?

- When to miss something? - responded Lukeria. - Forty hives to watch, honey to cut out, to follow my swarms ... He is differently swept under the top, well, and you climb behind him, look at that dress! I haven't missed one yet. And then the man will look at the light - that's how you are. To greet, serve ... You are my jubilee, five hundredth, so you will.

Strange, by golly! But what does she mean by “maintenance”? Do not worry, she is in such a wilderness! It is all to me, spoiled by the city, it seems. And what, after all?

- We’ll finish with you - I’ll get a bonus. Admii, - my companion continued good-naturedly. - I have already received for the hundred.

- What have you won? - I mechanically inquired.

- Tamil heads, nominal, - Lukeria proudly boasted.

“What's this thing?” - I was surprised.

- Don't you know? In pussy push and so go - instead of a member, - said Lukeria. - I wore them first - only you get too excited, it is impossible to work. I walked seven times a day. Now, with their bundles, they are conveniently mounted. You know, so cleverly happened!

I did not understand anything any more: Tomil shakes, Smolensk remote place, Premium, men ... What a pitch?

“Yes, another diving suit was given,” as calmly as the hostess continued to tell about a matter of course.

- Suit something for what? - I was interested, feeling that I was really fooling around.

- And here I have adjusted the beavers to permit - that’s how to look at the holes in a suit, you can keep under water for an hour and a half. Handy And then ... my mesh broke up - there is nothing to do with the bees. Dai-ka, I think, the top of the suit was scrambled. And what do you think? So cleverly happened! Rubber compresses the head, not that the bee, the spirit does not allow ... Only parca head sweats very. Do you want to dress?

- In such a jerny?

- And I only verpe.

Without waiting for my answer, Lukerya ran to the side of the hut and quickly snuck inside. The sun baked heavily, I moved into the shade, on a small green mound, waiting for what would happen next.

Lukerya from the house at first seemed only the upper part of the body, which was really tightly covered with a rubber hydrosuit. Then, in the doorway, a powerful, tight ass appeared - absolutely white, seductive, somehow strangely divided ... I looked into all my eyes as she approached, or rather, crawled along a bright green lawn. Her whole appearance testified that I should immediately commit myself to the execution of my men's duties.

I confess, for the first time I was picking up a woman pulled into an underwater suit. Lukerya mumbled something, but the mask was tightly fitted and did not let almost any sound. Strangely, frankly, I felt a feeling, processing this monster on my knoll under the sheer rays of the midday sun.

After the first act, Lukerya fell off onto her back, widely spreading her beautiful legs and suddenly, scratching the fragrant honey with her fingertips, anointed her outstanding pink clitoris with them. Needless to say, bees immediately populated upon it. Buzzing, twisting their paws, they eagerly licked the honey from this country flower. Lukerya slightly pressed one of them with her finger - and then she cried out: the bee stung her in the hunter. The body cram ran through Lushi’s body, she strangled with her legs and suddenly finished again, right before my eyes! Then the operation was repeated. Gradually, the clitoris pazbukh, turned purple, became supersensitive. “Now in the water, only the costume is doodin,” my mistress said, taking off her mask for a moment.

Tightened in tight rubber, it turned out to be a miracle as good. I dragged her to the lake. There Lukerya immediately immersed in the water and began to drive me, involving in the country games on the shoals. Awesomely splashing with frog rubber paws, she ran away from me through shallow water, fell, raising fountains of bryzg, became in impure postures ... From the side we probably would have seemed crazy!

Finally, I grabbed it, knocked it down, put it on top of it. My member has long been standing and then firmly rested against the bitten by bees, even if it is pinned with a thin layer of rubber, a clitoris. Lukerya under her head shook her head, screamed and began to finish just after each other, arching like a pinnacle and picking me up like a feather on me. I could not understand the reason for such a frenzy! After all, in fact, we have not yet committed to what has been called sex!

In the end, my partner subsided, calmed down.She lay rocking in the greenish water, long strands of hair were knocked out from under the mask, and now they began to search in the greenish depth. She seemed to me to be a monster, a cannabis ...

In the meantime, I remained unsatisfied. Carefully, not to shoot my amazing partner, I began to masturbate. Still, the small waves, apparently, touched her, rocked - she suddenly opened her eyes, took off her mask and stared at me with a puzzled expression of her face. Then she looked at her rubber vestment and exclaimed:

- Where's the milk?

- Milk?

- Well, your spec?

- Why, now ... Now ..., - I mumbled in great confusion, continuing to work non-stop with my hand.

- What are you, my rubber is not excited? - she was amazed.

- Well ..., - I hesitated.

- So you, what a good, not a fan of rubber sex? - she strictly continued her admission.

- Rubber? Uh ... Not at all! - I did it.

- Dak, what the fuck are you getting?

- I? So I just got lost, met the boy, he said ...

- So you are not a client ?! - Lukerya suddenly burst out laughing, slamming with rubber palms on the water. - He for-blue-di-el! - she flooded.

- What the fuck didn’t you say?

- And you asked?

- And what are you in the lake got me?

- Listen, Lukerya, what is going on here, in the end? - I begged. - Kpysha literally rides ...

- Well, what is not clear, klutz? - my hostess got serious. - I am on a contract with a solid sex club, specializing in rubber sex, in the bosom of nature. Customers come to me on purpose, from all over the country. They pay in currency ... Who will pay me now?

I shrugged.

- A lot of these ... freaks?

- Enough ... Godik still work and in the city I give up.

- To Moscow?

- Why to Moscow? - surprised Lukerya. - I have an agreement in Basel. There is someone to help out with citizenship. My tongue is ...

- What is the focus with the clitoris? - I was interested.

“The best preparation for me,” Lukerya replied. Since childhood, turns me on. I generally love bees, don't you think, ”she added shyly.

- Listen, you will not help me to finish? - I asked. - Something I was awake ...

She readily grabbed the penis, then leaned over. Blowjob, she performed fervently, masterly, virtuoso. When it was over, I got up, started to get together, for fear of meeting real clients and spoiling the business of my dear mistress. Slowly we picked up the grass on the knoll.

- Listen, and you really are dragging from rubber sex? - I was interested in the last.

- Exclusively from him, without rubber, though with a man do not lie down! - Seriously explained Lukeria. - Well, come on in! Look in Basel: Schloßsenstrasse, 17, Lulu.

I promised. What else could I say?