Names changed.

Zoryan led the three of us into a bright room, from which two beautiful little girls, Zoryan’s daughters, who had apparently cleaned the rooms, quickly ran out. These lovely girls are brides, eerie mischief-makers, in spite of their age and for a long time not children's forms. The Svetlitsa was tastefully removed; here the old customs of the Ukraine and the firm hand of the hunter-host were felt. Everything was clean and tidy. On the walls are hunting trophies, stuffed birds, deer horns with many processes and boar tusks, each half a meter high. On the shelves in the corners were earthenware jars, bottles of moonshine and gilded dishes.

There are lime benches all over the room; a huge table under the images in the center and a chic fireplace with taps - all this was very familiar to us with my wife, since we visited Zaryan almost every summer, during the holidays. But Ilya saw it for the first time, and therefore looked at the master's interior for a long time, stopping at almost every detail.

On the occasion of our arrival, Zoryan convened his entire family; the wife, the old father, and when two pretty daughters, scared of us the day before, rode up, presented them to us at once, but to be truthful it was Ilya. The owner is not simple, everything wants good for his children, and perhaps a new acquaintance from this blessed, but still remote place will take him away.

- Well, well, dear, sit at the table, where someone is better. Well, first of all, let's drink the burners! - so said Zoryan, - God bless! Cheers dear guests. God grant that you always be lucky and happy! To more money ...

I knew Zoryan from childhood, as my father's best friend, a hefty man, a former polar explorer, a military officer. And as the service life came to an end, he bought a good little farm near Seversky Donets, near the small home of his wife, the town of Rubezhnoye. Established a farm and now the soul does not like it. The only desire is to arrange daughters. Yes, and with this particular problems are not foreseen, because his daughter is beautiful, there are no rebounds from the couple.

... - I think that in Moscow it was not possible for you to smell such a burner? - continued Zoryan, - And admit it, Mikhailo, will it be better on the farm than in the capital?

I got used to such questions of Zoryan, and it’s not difficult to answer them, but on his side. We recalled the past year, success in work, personal achievements. I boasted for Ilya, presenting him in a very good light in front of the owner.

Drunk enough. Talked about the bath.

- Good morning, Mihailo! By God, good! Yes, when it comes to that, then I will parry with you! By God, I'll take a steam bath! What the hell are we all doing dirty? Yes, damn it: I am a Cossack, I do not want to climb a pig! And you mother, too, get ready, rub your percy, - and old Zoryan got excited, gradually, drank a stack and, reddening, stamped his foot, - Well, let's go and drown! So that in an hour it was ready!

Poor Vasilina, already accustomed to such actions of her husband, only timidly tilted her shoulders, as if not completely understanding what Zoryan wanted from her. She did not say anything: but when she heard about the bath, she could not hold back a little jealous glance thrown at my wife, bearing in mind the past summer, and those events that greatly changed our relationship. But the main thing, apart from jealousy, I felt the silent power of her lust, which seemed to tremble in her eyes and in frantically compressed lips.

Zoryan was stubbornly scary. After going through the burners, he grabbed the keys to the bath and jumped out of the light room, saying that soon he would triple everything at his best, and that all of Moscow’s mud would instantly exaggerate us. Vasilina poured wine for us, left her daughters for housewives and dutifully went for her husband.

In addition to us, in the hut, there remained two cute little sisters and a weak old man who looked dull at us, we were from drunk gorilka, either from past years, with our eyes.He practically didn’t say anything, he only listened, and when Zoryan ran away to heat the bath, groaning, he rose from his familiar place and crawled onto the stove, muttering something incoherent at parting.

With the girls, we quickly found a common language, especially Ilya, who was still famous at the institute for the conqueror of women's hearts. We talked about the farm, about Zoryan, about future plans. As I had foreseen, my friend refused a bathhouse, because he was the core and preferred moderate rest. But from the skillful proposal to walk on a night farm, received from one of the girls, Ilya simply could not refuse.

“A ringing song flowed like a river through the streets of the village. It was a time when tired of the daily work and cares of the lad and the girls gathered in a noisy circle, in the glitter of a clean evening, pouring their fun into sounds that are always inseparable from despondency ”(c)

Liza, modest in comparison with her sister, stayed in the room with us, timidly straightened the tip of her dress, trying not to look at us. She refused to walk because her grandfather needed an eye and an eye.

“Take a steam then, and let's go,” she said with a smile.

I suggested to my wife to air. Taking with us towels and changeable clothes, we left the hut.

- Are you sure this time will be everything like that, - wife Masha asked me

- I hope so.

- Just Vasilina looked at me like that. As if she wants to eat.

- Zoryan will not miss her - pinch such a beauty. - I slapped Masha on an appetizing ass. - You yourself told how you liked the last time. And at the expense of Vasilina do not worry.

“Pervert,” my missus chuckled.

At this very time, we began to approach a small, but quite a good bathhouse, I noticed how my wife’s curiosity increased. We stopped at the door. She was locked up.

“You know that Zoryan gave me the key,” his wife said coyly.

- Did you have time to spread a word with him until I saw ?, - I was surprised

“And not only to spread,” she smiled and twisted her ass tantalizingly, “He said that as soon as we are ready, open the door with this key.”

Marfa took the key out of her purse and threw it near the lock, but this key turned out to be from our garage. Impatience increased. Thrusting her hand into the depths of her bottomless purse, she began to fumble and scold herself a little at herself for not being attentive, not looking for him. “Here!” She finally whispered, bending down and pulling him out of the abyss of her bag. With this word, our hearts seemed to merge into one, and this huge heart began to beat so hard that its uneven knock was not drowned out even by the rattling internal lock. The doors opened, and ...

The blood rushed to my thighs, I felt my penis begin to rise, in front of us in one apnea stood Vasilina, with a birch broom in her right hand. Zoryan's wife was 38 years old, she was 12 years younger than her husband and looked young and desirable. Chestnut hair lay melodiously on her tanned shoulders, and behind a transparent, wet apron, protrusions of hard, excited nipples peeked out. The figure was somewhat full and therefore had a pleasant contrast with slim Maria. Juicy breasts of the fourth size and black pubis with almost no razor, they brought me up with a half turn.

- Well, in the mouvni soon! - so Vasilina called the bath.

We went into the waiting room, and the woman slammed the door behind us, locking the door lock with a key. In front of us was a round wooden table, furnished on both sides with birch benches. On the table there is a five-liter bottle with a burner, already half empty, goat cheese, smoked sausage and a third of sudachi, apparently caught by the host from the Seversky Donets.

In the chair that at the table Zoryan himself collapsed. Red, and apparently tired, he rested, putting on display a huge penis that hung almost to the knee, with a bare head of purple. Like a large anaconda organ crawled out of the jungle in search of an innocent victim.

- Sleeping! - cut off Vasilina, not even trying to muffle her voice.

- Sleeping ...- fascinated repeated my beloved wife, never taking her eyes off the miracle of the Ukrainian hinterland.

Vasilina looked at my Masha testically. Then she took a second broom and passed ...