in the very eyes. “But for now, nothing is for me ... Maybe you can even touch me on a goodbye, eh?” Lena was terrified at the thought of having to touch someone else’s dick, but, noticing a disguised, overwhelming lust in the eyes of the stranger, he sensed the inevitable impending disaster. In her position - one on one with a half-sober bug, with the open chest already fingered by this unscrupulous peasant - was inconceivable. “Damn you!” She thought suddenly. To touch someone else's flesh with her hand now seemed to her not too much payment for liberation, she was even a little curious, because Lena saw in reality a member only from her husband, but in her soul she wanted to justify this curiosity with unconditional coercion. Having caught the woman’s indecisiveness and the delay in refusal, the stranger unbuttoned his trousers with his free hand and immediately, not allowing her to come to his senses, threw out his youth. Lena stared at him, from the unusual sight of all the trepidation. She couldn’t even imagine this ... the organ is as hard as a stick, huge like an ass, brown, with blue fingers swollen from overexcitation with a burgundy fist with a prick, overgrown with hard hair like a wire swaying, lifting the head almost to the middle of the master chest

The poor thing just got numb. Really such happen! She was not an experienced woman, although she married late - at 26, but was brought up in strictness, remained a virgin before the wedding, understood little about sex, and her husband's penis was small and not thick. And here is such a horror! "Touch him!" - the man ordered with no voice of objection. Lena, blushing deeply with shame and humiliation, hesitated for a while and still gathered her courage - come what may! - touched the terrible organ with her long thin finger. “Oh, not so!” The man shouted at her, clenching her fists, “you take his hand! You will not get it!” Lena shuddered at the shout, pulled her head into her shoulders. She had never been beaten, and she was terribly frightened that now a scoundrel she will start beating her for disobedience. Stretching herself, she wrapped her fingers around fat hot trunk and then was surprised to notice that the fingers did not touch - between the large and medium free flesh remained still five centimeters ... "How does he go in there?" Lena thought, amazed not so much by the thickness of the penis as by its inappropriate situations of thought, I wanted to immediately pull back my hand, but for some reason I hesitated again ...

Seeing the confusion of a woman, the man rather cackled ... "Like it?" Now he began to act directly ... he covered her hand holding his penis with the whole five and began to masturbate ... "That's it!". Lena felt with her hand, as the dick gets harder every second, pulsates, but the main thing is that she felt with horror how, at the same time, the stranger's other hand crept under her hem and already right through her underpants strokes her crotch. The next moment, his gnarled fingers roughly penetrated under the panties and invaded the vagina. Lena felt pained and so ashamed that she was ready to fall through the ground, but then the man puffed up, rolled those pleasure eyes in pleasure and, sharply bending her head by the hair, crushed the swollen penis to the Lenin's mouth, demanding affection. In unconscious resistance, the woman squeezed her lips, tears streaming from her eyes when she remembered how she had repeatedly asked her husband for the same, but she always refused, unable to overpower shame. Denied native beloved husband! And then a hefty stake rushes into her mouth, and she against her will should do it with a complete stranger!

The man continued to press a member, and it is not known what all this would have ended if suddenly a stinking stinking jet did not flood the face of the unfortunate victim.Lena, sandwiched as if in a vice, could not dodge - powerful streams of semen ejected from prostate muscles pushed hard, beat her nostrils, eyes, squeezed mouth, sperm drained down her neck to the chest and lower ... The woman could not bear it nightmare and fainted. When the poor girl woke up, there was no stranger around. Touching the crotch, was surprised to find that she had not been raped in the present. Somehow, putting herself in order, Lena wandered into the camp. “What will I say to Igor? - she reproached herself for what had happened. - Whore! I didn’t want this, I love Igor so much ... I never again ... until the grave ... never ... I swear! ”Having come, she climbed into the tent, completely lost her strength, fell asleep.

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... "Honey, wake up! - Lena heard her own voice, coming from somewhere above. She opened her eyes and saw Igor beaming over her, beaming with a happy smile. “Stop sleeping, come to us,” the husband twitched. “Everything is already eating, and you are sleeping and sleeping, uncomfortable ..." I do not want to, but will have to go outside. “I’ll put myself in order now, you go,” she promised. Left alone, she became instinctively correcting clothes, thinking of something else entirely. With the awakening, the memory of the morning meeting at the stream returned, yes, apparently, this is the way the person works - he gets heavy thoughts from himself, and so Lena - ordered a stupid memory to forget everything. “It was a dream, just a dream ... and there was nothing! I didn’t change Igor, and you shouldn’t think about it ... everything is over, ”she suggested to herself, getting out of the tent into the evening darkness - into the light of a nearby campfire. From there the voices of men discussing successful fishing were carried. Without looking at anyone, Lena sat down on a folding chair by the fire and thought about something, casting her eyes down. Several people sat by the fire ... colleagues and old comrades of Igor.

They ate the ear and drank vodka. Igor also drank and was already very tipsy. Lena did not like it, she saw her husband like that for the first time. Igor grew more hops, spoke loudly, then suddenly began to praise his wife, poked her finger in her direction, asked to show her face, and she sat with her head down, listening to how pleasantly tickles her feet warm from the blue flames, and tried not pay attention to a drunken husband. Suddenly, Igor, as if having recollected himself, shouted loudly ... "How I forgot! Lenka! get acquainted same, you know who, - Victor Petrovich, our beloved boss! He came back an hour ... when you slept ... " “Very nice,” the woman said mechanically, not taking her eyes off the fire. Her eyes, having become accustomed to the bright light of burning coals, would still not have distinguished anything now in the darkness surrounding the fire. "Not! You get to know each other on the handle! ”- Igor was roaring drunkenly and displeased with his wife’s coldness. “We owe everything to Viktor Petrovich!” He know what kind of person? He said ... I will come to the lake, and came, and found us! his word is flint! ”Lena pretended that all this did not concern her.

“Leave me alone, you see, the man is not disposed to deal with brotherhoods,” interrupted Igor, who seemed to Lena to be familiar bass. The woman, frightened by a flashing guess, looked up, narrowed her eyes and, in the wavering light of the fire, hardly recognized the man sitting in front of him with large hands, his forehead wide and without wrinkles, looking in her direction with a faint smile. “Is he really ?!” - consciousness shot through with lightning. Immediately dizzy, my mouth was salted from the bitten embarrassed lips, and then frantically flashed disjointed thoughts ... "tell ... rather Igor tell! This is he - cattle, boor! But how to say ... Igor is very drunk, he will not understand ... what, God, for such obsessions! ... "She opened her mouth, but the words of revelation, as if pressed by a heavy slab of doubt, for some reason did not flew out of it. “It's all time to go to bed,” Viktor Petrovich ordered in an imperious tone, putting a fat point on the woman’s throwing. “One more for the road and sleep!” The men were noisy enough, stretched to the filled circles ... Lena walked from the fire like in a dream. She reproached herself for her faint-heartedness.Because she was silent, she was angry at the drunk Igor, who in such a difficult moment turned out to be useless ballast, unable to help her wife. And now she needed her so much! ... “Morning is wiser than the evening,” Lena finally calmed herself somehow and huddled like an oyster in a tent sink that separated her from the whole world. Igor draped a little ... Read more →