Oksana, who was sitting in a robe thrown over her swimsuit, jumped into the water first. I follow her, without hesitation. Light, ran to change into a tent. Pasha with Artem conjured with a fire, hardly audibly talking. When Sveta came out to them, Pasha brought her another mug of diluted alcohol, which he offered to drink, "for warming up" in one gulp. Judging by how Sveta coughed, he did not regret alcohol. Because of this, it so happened that while the last trio entered the water, Oksana and I, who were already cold, went out to the fire.

Pasha took the wailing "how drunk I am" to Sveta in his arms, and went with her to the depths, moving away from the fire and saying that now he will cool her, rub her out and she will sober up. They stood in the twinkling of the fire, only occasionally the soaring flames showed me how Pasha first, and then Artyom sailing to them, smooth the Light. And she looked in my direction, apparently trying to figure out if they could be seen in the dark, and she lamented that she was drunk and that they were holding her, otherwise she could fall. She turned her face to Artem, he did something under the water, apparently freeing and podrachivaya his penis, then took her under his knees and, spreading them, was between her legs. Pasha stood behind Sveta, holding her by the shoulders and as if hanging over Artyom. Apparently while they were “rubbing” her body, they managed to move her panties too, because Artem simply took a step forward, there was a muffled “Ooh” and I saw my wife’s frightened eyes staring at me. And I was lying on the bedspread, and it was incomprehensible for me to look at the stars or at her.

And on the water went circles from the rhythmic pushes of Artyom. Sveta was silent, everything was happening in complete silence, only occasionally was splashing water. Through the flashes of the fire, it was clear that the not tanned breasts of my faithful, freed from the swimsuit, became white. My wife and I, without looking up, looked at each other, despite the intoxication, she was very confused. But apparently the 4 hands caressing her and the youthful member scurrying inside her did their work. Eyes now and then covered themselves, Sveta breathed heavily. Soon she no longer looked at me, but wrapped her arms around the neck of Pasha standing behind her, she bent herself, trying to implant herself deeper on Artyom. Apparently in the depths of the water Artem was uncomfortable, and he began to move towards the coast, without stopping the movements. Pasha, immediately followed him, still neatly supporting the body of my beloved. Only when they came out very close to the shore, and Artem and Sveta’s wet bodies began to beat each other with loud claps, Sveta once again raised her head, looked at me with dull eyes and closed her eyes again. I was very close. Bonfire is now well lit them. My dick stood more than ever. Oksana moved closer to me, freed my penis from swimming trunks and began to play with him, looking at me now and then at the tangle of bodies in the water.

- “Your little wife is already fucked, but you doubted. Let Artemka ruin her a little, it'll be easier for her later, ”Oksana whispered slightly, pushing her second arm under the smelting, and massaging my anus with her finger.

Artem, meanwhile, accelerated, and, convulsively twitching, began to pump up my wife with his sperm. For a while he stood, clinging to her, without movement, breathing heavily. Then Pasha moved closer to them, closing their mighty torso between them both. When he turned in our direction, Sveta already wrapped her legs around his lower back and, sticking her neck, sat on it. He easily supported her with one hand under her ass, and with the other he put a thick member under her that ended somewhere in the area of ​​his navel. From the vagina of my wife, right on the big head, Artem sperm was mixed with her juices. And Pasha moved in our direction, aiming his club at Sveta's pussy. With each step, the body of my wife jiggled lower and lower. When Pasha went ashore, Sveta was already sitting on his head. Apparently Sveta did not feel this, and did not see which giant stands at the entrance to her bosom.She turned to me, and with undisguised offense began: "It's you ... Aah-ay," Light shrieked. It was Pasha who interrupted her, lowering her even lower and sliding her head between her lips. Without stopping, he walked past us with Sveta implanted on his peak, only glancing at my protruding process, and, it seemed to me, grinning. This 120-pound mountain of muscles, as if not noticing the Light weight, easily crouched, threw back the curtains of their tent, and disappeared inside, so, in my opinion, and without taking off, Light Body from her skewer.

Apparently fascinated by the spectacle, I did not notice how Oksana wetted a finger with saliva and introduced it to me inside, without stopping the skillful blowjob. But I already wanted to be indignant, with this insolent encroachment on my virgin ass, when suddenly she pressed something on me, and then I started the most crazy orgasm in my life. I probably fired my sperm for a minute, splashing Oxanino’s face, hands and myself. I wheezed, twitched, and either fainted or fell into some kind of oblivion, but the world around me ceased to exist. First, the stars in the eyes, and after the emptiness.

I came to myself slowly. From a distance, my Svetochka's cries began to reach me. I listened to my feelings. There was a ringing emptiness in my head, it happened before after an orgasm. But now, there was complete relaxation. Not only to move, but even categorically did not want to think. There was some discomfort in the pope, Oksana's finger was still inside of me. She put her head on my stomach and, sucking, rolled in my mouth my lifeless penis. Who am I, where am I?

I looked up. Sounds and memories broke into my brain with one blow, causing a grimace of pain. I did not see what was happening in the tent, and I did not know how long it had been happening, but Sveta just squealed, as if she were being ripped open. For some reason, it immediately occurred to me that, after all, when it’s really so much different sizes, Pasha's club is hammering now and really somewhere in the depths of her belly. And then it dawned on me that she didn’t just squeal, she had time to speak.

"Aaaa ... Oh, it hurts ... No, not yet ... Aaaaa, fucking, I’m again konchaaaaajuyuyu."

For some reason, this "fucking" rezanulo ear. What does it mean to finish again? How many times already? How much was I blacked out? It hurts her, that's why she squeals so much, then why asks for “more”? Or is she the opposite so good, and therefore it covers orgasm for orgasm?

My thoughts were interrupted by Oksana. She simply called into the tent until the mosquitoes were completely eaten. And taking a member, took me to our tent. On the way, I realized that I had never seen Artem. He was not in our tent either. So he was in another big tent. Together with Sveta and Pasha. For some reason, when I imagined how my little Sveta, impaled on Pasha’s stake, was standing with cancer and sucking Artem, the member came to life again. Oksana, immediately commented: “Quick you. Just like Artemka he gets up. Tea is not 15 years, then you already.

This time she put me on my back, she herself strung on my dick, and began to move the pelvis, rubbing the clitoris with my pubis. I thought that I was accustomed to the giant Pasha, she would not feel anything with me, but she ended up surprisingly quickly, slightly howling and pulling out even more grease. Then, she just lay on me, and I leisurely fucked this soft and supple space, listening to the sounds in the next tent. It was audible that they were awake, some movements, sounds of kisses, oohs, sighs, quiet conversations. But there were no more shouts. Only later, after he had finished and falling asleep, as if he had heard Svetochkin cry again and fell asleep.

Morning, in addition to a headache, brought regular doubts. I did not know how to look into the eyes of my beloved. What will be the conversation ...

Stirred in that tent closer to dinner. Oksana and I have already prepared breakfast for a long time, halted it, bathed. The first out of the tent was Pasha. Satisfied, like a cat, he immediately plopped down into the lake, took a swim, and immediately began to have breakfast. Then there was Artem, and even later, my spouse. Sveta was, just as I was confused, laconic, and with a changed gait. Apparently between her legs she still sore sensitively. At the table, all were ... Read more →