... 16.20. At the entrance to the city market is quite busy traffic. A little aside, the heroine of our story shyly shifted from one foot to the other. Tonight promised her a whole palette of previously unknown sexual sensations. Although, no, in the morning she had already managed to take part in the fact that even a day ago she could not have dreamed of either a nightmare or erotic fantasies. Yes, yes, our Julia, was even quite modest in fantasy. Modest and traditional. In a not so distant childhood, left alone at home, she could not resist the temptation, and used her parental video recorder. The video recorders themselves, along with the video cassettes, long ago gave way to a variety of disc products, but a couple of cassettes were neatly hidden behind the disks, which could not fail to attract the attention of an inquisitive child. What exactly was Mickey Rurg doing in the back seat of a car with a pretty slim girl, Julia, of course, understood much later. But long before that, including in a dream, she several times imagined herself in the place of that one, incomprehensible from what the adult auntie rolled her eyes and bit her lip. In parallel with the formation of adult forms, these fantasies began to cause previously unknown feelings in the lower abdomen.

16.25

- Or maybe they will not come? Or just overslept. Or maybe someone else has been found, and now that other one satisfies the sexual desires of these villains ... For some reason, this imaginary scene aroused those same, once unexplored, intertwal feelings.

16.29

“I'll stand still a minute, and run home! From this market, from this fear, from these, for some reason arisen, sensations in the lower abdomen ... “The joyful and not very yulina expectations shattered the diminutive silhouette, unhurriedly approaching from the sea, the silhouette.

“Well, that's it” - Julia managed to think before Dima greeted her with an imperious kiss. This kiss can even be called passionate. Dima's passion was guided by the desire to penetrate the tongue into these coherent sponges before members of his friends begin to penetrate them. Julia again felt the smell and even the taste of alcohol, and, apparently, not yesterday.

...

We already know how Julia prepared herself for the meeting. And for the sake of completeness, it is worthwhile to briefly describe how her new sexual partners were preparing. First, as Julia already guessed, the three of them lived with their friend Sergey. Formally, they rented one room in a double room for three. But the owners, like the majority, who give Crimeans living space for the season, almost did not appear at home. Yes, and wishing to the second room has not yet been.

Anyone who rented an apartment in the Crimea, knows the difference between the completely non-emerging owners and almost non-emerging ones. Stepan Viktorovich, recently exchanged sixth ten, was just one of the second. His wife was obsessed with houseplants, but because of her weight, approaching a three-digit number, it was hard for her to run from house to house, and she entrusted her husband, who was not very different in size, to take care of her pot wards. Viktorovich strongly and did not object, because he was against the possibility to drink uncontrollably once again (the guys filled the refrigerator with alcohol) was stupid to object, but he liked to drink. His absence in the evening hour in the matrimonial bed Viktorovich explained his wife capaciously and emotionally. “Nadyush, siphon flew! Almost the whole house was not flooded! ”, Realizing that the phrase about flying siphons gave him at least an hour in the head of the faithful loaded with a stream of incomprehensible information.

That's it, taking advantage of the forced hospitality of the guys, Viktorovich was engaged in the very morning. When Dima and Somo came home, Volodya for the fifth time listened to the story about the populism of Viktorovich in his youth.According to him, only a terrible set of circumstances (namely, the birth of his daughter) forced him to marry a woman, whose volume exceeded all the models that Viktorovich had achieved together.

Whether there were models in his life or not - history is silent. But Simon and Dima, already somewhere by noon, despairing to wait for the most popular man of Crimea to finally leave them, shared their morning impressions with Seryoga. Thrown off on a laptop brought with him, the video brought back to life Sergei, who was already beginning to hate Stepan Viktorovich with all his invented and not made-up women. But even more interested in the owner of the apartment.

“Garna bitch! And what, this maiden will come now? ". A minute later, to his wife: "Nadya, sho here the boys with a tap is a mess, you have to look ..."

...

The guys lived, as it turned out, almost next door. Exactly the same high-rise building for Crimea, but only with a huge balcony pulling into the third room. Dima opened the door, and at first with a gesture, and then with a push with his hand under the ass, invited Julia to enter. In the same way he escorted the girl to the room. Three pairs of eyes of men sitting at the table met her lustfully and cordially.

- Hello. - looking at the floor, said Julia. Her worst expectations were justified, the number of men was already four times as high as her idea of ​​sex. And the fact that sex will be today, even Julia, with all her naivety, did not doubt.

- Finally! - Sergey's gun went up on Julia at the very first frames, and since then has not gone down. Sergey himself got up, making a move to Julia, who did not take her eyes off the floor.

She certainly looked amazing. There are a lot of beautiful girls in Crimea, but Yulia was distinguished from them by an amazing combination: She was afraid in all, but the ready-made beauty could not leave anyone indifferent ..

- Wait, guys! - with intonation, emphasizing, someone is the owner, began Viktorych, not without difficulty, feeding his stomach from the sofa. - Come on, let's go, daughter, with me. - he nodded toward the second room.

Julia obediently went. The appeal "daughter" even reassured her for a couple of seconds. Exactly until the door was closed with one hand, the other Stepan Viktorovich did not crawl under her skirt.

If the landlord would not be so excited from squeezing young buttocks, he probably would have heard Sergei’s words coming from the next room:

- “Here is the old fart! Half a day the brain blew up, and now the chick has also gone. Well, because he will not get up! "

At this time, caring fatherly moralizing sounded in the next room:

““ So I tell my daughter, you are the same age, all the time I say: well, put on a normal skirt, all the shame is out! Here you would flog you! ... "- as if confirming the hardness of his intentions, Viktorych pulled up Yulina's skirt.

- “I will not do this again,” as if entering the role of the guilty daughter, said Julia. Suddenly, even for herself, she bent a little.

If Seryoga were there, he would have taken his “Well, after all, he would not get up from him!” Back. I got up, and how!

For a few seconds, Julia tried to hold her panties, brazenly removed by impatient adult hands.

“Well, what are we hiding there!” - gently, as if with a child, but already with some notes of impatient objection, the landlord continued to pull down Yulina's panties.

Feeling that the help from the newly-minted “dad” was not to wait, Yulia stopped resisting and obediently stepped over the panties that fell to the floor.

“Well, and you were afraid!” - Stepan Viktorovich encouraged, skirt under Yulina like a mushroom picker looking under the tree, in search of desired luck. Lucky Stepan Viktorovich thanks to his slim Yulina figure and smoothly shaved intimate places reminded him of teenage peeping at the girls in a pioneer camp.

“And what do we have here? ...” “Papin,” tired of family marriages, looked up, and his hands began to slowly, stretching pleasure, to undo his blouse. A minute later the blouse was lying on the floor. A few more seconds, and there was livchik.

“Viktorich, leave us a thread!”, A diminude voice rang out from the next room. For some reason, Julia instinctively covered her breasts with her hands.So, with arms crossed, Julia through the moment was upset on the sofa. Skirt from falling rode up ...

To be continued...)