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smiled benevolently and extended his hand to her. She gently shook it, not letting go of the edge of the towel. The second one moved behind her and ran her finger along the back, clinging to the edge of the towel and baring her ass. She shuddered and jumped up, the towel finally slipped off the body. Alka bent down and frantically searched for a swimsuit in her bag, but men's hands lay on her hips and she felt the halves of the priests touched by a hard and not small member.

She abruptly unbent, and worryingly, but firmly said: “Get your hands off! And get a meter away! I need to get dressed!” Her hands on her hips opened, and she, not expecting such an easy victory, quickly pulled on her T-shirt and only then turned around facing the guys. What was her surprise when she saw naked Ivan with clenched fists and guys lying on the sand. She looked up at him: "Wan ... are you like ??? so quiet... ". He himself looked at them in bewilderment ... then turned his surprised face to Alka: "I don’t know ... something worked at the instinct level ... it turns out I know the points ... I just poked my finger and they passed out ..." The guys came to their senses for a long time ... Alka and Ivan got dressed and waited for them to open their eyes. The first one sat on the sand, shaking his head and looking at Ivan in amazement, the second opened his eyes, and so stopped, looking at Ivan with genuine horror. " Have you come to your senses? ”“ Ivan got up from the sand, ”and now they’ve gotten out of here!” The guys got up and, without saying a word, taking a quick step, looking just as quickly left the beach. Alka thought, maybe it seemed to her, but the guys seemed to know Ivan. By the way they looked at him, it was only such a conclusion. Ivan went to Alka and ran his hand over his cheek ... She gasped from feelings, immediately surging into her disarrayed soul and reached for his lips.

He smiled slightly and pulled her closer to him. He ran his fingers over his chest, butt ... just hooked the edge of the T-shirt and slowly, baring a beautiful body, took it off completely. Alka turned red ... and he quickly threw everything off, picked her up and carried her to the water. Went into the water slowly, without breaking away from her lips and held tight. When the water was already on Alke’s neck, he let go of his hands and she realized that if he stood up, the water would cover her head. She had to grab hold of him. And his hands at this time caressed her body, the excitement of water, the drop of hot hands with cool water, led more and more to the girl. And there was such an unusual condition, as if the body was weightless ... in space ... He pulled her to his body with her hands, and she gripped him on the lower back with her legs, and then the hot head rested on her crack opening from excitement. Alka closed her eyes and quietly groaned, feeling as he entered inside, pushing the lips of her hot flesh and the cool water rushes after her ... He entered and froze ... Lips merged into a kiss. Putting his hands on the waist of the girl, he began to move her body, lifting and sitting on his hard rod. Alka leaned back slightly and when moving, the water dispersed from her in circles, caressing the body, exciting even more. The hot cock inside touched the deepest corners and moved faster and faster ... and the waves rolled back from her body more and more ... After a while, the water washed away the lubricant and the member began to enter completely tight, even a little painful ... But then the girl arched into his hands, so that she touched her head with water, groaned loudly and her pussy began to shrink in orgasm, continuing to move on his penis ... Ivan groaned, sharply planted her several times and finished, pressing her body to her, listening to how it shoots inside her a wish..

Also out of the water: Ivan carried out Alcoy on his hands and wiped with a towel. She was amazed at his strength of hands, with what ease he lifts her, actually not a thin girl. They sat on the beach a little more, talking about nothing and not returning to the unpleasant episode. Then Ivan confessed that he was hungry and they assembled and walked slowly towards the house.

Grandmother guessed long ago about their relationship, but she did not say anything to Alka, only occasionally looking at her burning and happy eyes, she frowned, grumbled something under her breath and shook her head woefully. Days flew by quickly, Alka is now in a hurry to get home from work. Ivan brought order to the housework, straightened the fence, put the heater in the bath.
One evening, they sat with Alka on a bench near the house and Ivan spoke first about what tormented them all. AL ... I NEED DOCUMENTS TO MAKE AND WORK TO GO. I CAN'T SIT ON YOUR NECK, YES AND TIRED ALREADY FROM INACTION! ... Alka paused for a moment, wondering, KNOWING IF YOU GO DOCUMENTS TO DO, THERE IS A QUESTION FROM YOU AND WHY IT WERE WITHOUT DOCUMENTS I CAN AGREE TO BE TAKEN INTO A RESTAURANT BY YOU IN THE RESTAURANT, JUST LOOKING FOR NOW? he nodded his head and thought again ... AND ALL AL ... WHO AM I? she said nothing, she did not want to think about it.
The next day, Alka talked to the owner of the restaurant and he agreed to the device of Ivan, it even suited him without registration. Alka joyful fled home. But there was no one at home, the grandmother was at work, and Ivan was absent where it was unclear ... Her heart began to pause… she waited until evening, worrying and worrying ... then she went in search. Passed the entire small town, peering at single men, then returned along the coast, slowly, stepping feet on the incident waves. The house was already a grandmother, who silently pressed her to her. So they sat up to the night in an embrace, the hand of the grandmother stroked Alka on the head, and the lips were silent, only occasionally a heavy sigh heaved chest.

Ivan did not appear even after three days. Alka cried for the night and in the morning went to the local police station. The old major listened attentively to the girl, sighed and gave her a paper, asking him to write down everything and left the office while she was writing.
Days flew after days, warm September came, the flow of tourists decreased, work was less and less.
Alka began to get used again to her loneliness, her heart seemed to harden, she stopped worrying. Everything went in the usual rut. But one night she suddenly woke up from an incomprehensible feeling, it seemed to her as if a window had opened in the house. She froze, numb with fear and listening to the sounds ... a slight rustle ... the subtle sound of an opening door to her room. She lay and looked at how a figure was approaching the bed, not daring to move ... here's a hand touched her ... Alka screamed, but then a hot hand covered her mouth and a painfully familiar voice quietly whispered ALKA, MY GIRL IS GOOD! And at once the heart trembled, tears poured from her eyes, she sat on the bed, and choking on the tears surging and reproaching at the same time and saying how she missed, but Ivan clung to her lips, interrupted the flow of words. Her head was spinning from hot lips, from the tongue penetrated imperiously, but gently. His hands lay on her chest, but then, as if indignant, flew down, trying to take off her nightgown, and impatiently returned, rising to the collar ... again ... and the thin fabric of her shirt crackled, exposing her trembling body.

His lips instantly slid over him, hurriedly kissing his neck, shoulders, and chest. Alka leaned back, leaning on her arms and enjoying affection, groaned softly. And he already seized the nipples that had risen instantly, then licking them, then sucking, then nibbling in passion, while his hands crumpled, stroked his beloved body, remembering him and making him shudder and tremble. Slowly, slowly, he descended on the tummy, showered him with kisses, leaving the wet path from the hot tongue. Slightly lingered in the navel, playing and caressing him, and even lower ... more ... touched delicate clean pubis ... Alka arched and fell on her back with a groan. She melted at his touch, inside a volcano of desire flared up, as if a flame of excitement swept the whole body, she was lost in time ... just listened to her body and his lips on it. but he carefully spread her slender legs wider and began to study the language. At first he ran his lips, feeling how they open, inviting him inside, then he found the pearl of passion and began gently pulling it with his lips, or even tickling his tongue.Alka wriggled, then substituting herself, then suddenly moved away, but Ivan’s strong hands did not let him escape from the persistent and giving unearthly pleasure to caress. The tongue then fluttered around the edges of the cherished cave, touching slightly its arches, then stroked the lips with pressure, then suddenly plunged into the very depths, making it startle from the wave of pleasure that covered it immediately. Ivan felt her readiness by the way her pussy began to expire juice.

He carefully inserted two fingers and slowly began to move, feeling and touching the walls inside, penetrating to its full length, and his tongue and lips focused on her main tubercle of sensuality. She moaned, moved toward his fingers, digging her nails into the linen on the bed ... (Especially for eroticspace.infosexitails.org) And Ivan caressed the clitoris, then sucking him, then caressing his tongue, writing out unbelievable figures on him, barely restraining himself from the passion and hardly holding the girl's wriggling body. Suddenly he felt that Alka froze, he immediately covered her body with his own, slipping inside the hot cave and quickly began to move, catching up with her in this dance of passion. She screamed, embraced him with his legs, bent under him and moving her body towards her, trembled in her orgasm, rhythmically and tightly covering her penis with her pussy. Ivan roared briefly and stuck as deep as he could, several movements and he began to finish, feeling the fading cuts in her womb. Splitting to the drop, hesitating a little, he reluctantly slid into it, dropping between his legs, gently kissed his wet pussy. Alka got up and sat down, breathing heavily, stroking his head ... VANECHKA ... WHERE DID YOU GET LOST SO LONG ??? I DIDN'T DONE WITH YOUR MIND ... he smiled in the dark, sat down next to him, pulled her to himself and began to tell how he went to meet her in the evening, went to the market to pick flowers, and there he was met by an incomprehensible lads, it turned out they knew him .. he didn’t talk for a long time ... he just said that he remembered everything, figured out his affairs, found his documents, and indeed Ivan is called ... he needs to leave, but he came back for her, if she agrees, then they we must immediately get together and leave the city.

Alka was confused ... YOU AGREE ??? Vanya insistently asked ... YES ... BUT LIKE GIFT ??? ... Vanya got up, got dressed and left the room, leaving her briefly GO ... he was gone for half an hour, then they entered with her grandmother, her eyes were red, she apparently cried ... silently hugged her granddaughter, looked into her eyes and firmly said GOING TO ALA ... COUNCIL YES LOVE YOU. WITH YOU YOU WILL BE HAPPY ... Alka, glowing with happiness, hastily packed her things, documents ... kissed her grandmother tightly and promising to write to her, took Ivan’s hand. They disappeared into the night ... my grandmother never told anyone what she found out and why she gave her granddaughter into the hands of this guy ... told everyone she knew that Alka got married and went to another city. Occasionally she left somewhere for a short while, and in the summer nights she received guests who disappeared with the first rays of the sun ...

19 comments
  • September 4, 2013 13:29

    Charming, very gentle and sensual! Thank you so much for this story :)

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  • September 4, 2013 16:15

    Loved the story. Thank you for the pleasure. It is interesting to read. I wish you creative success!

    P. S. But still, who is this Ivan? But no, no need to say, fantasy itself will form the necessary thoughts.

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  • September 4, 2013 16:55

    Funny priorities are placed on the site. That solid dirt, the sticky sugar in a continuous stream. Where is the middle then?
    But it is, thinking out loud ... According to the story. I would add the category Erotic tale. Because the truth is a fairy tale. Too much mystery. Bust with that.
    Well and still, learn to make out the direct speech - capital letters complicate visual perception.

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  • September 5, 2013 8:18

    Thanks for the comment, something I really screwed up with direct speech here. She wrote quickly when it was time, sliced ​​and singled out for herself, then to put it as it should be ... but ... I forgot ... the story lay "in the table" a couple of months and I laid it out as it is ... not paying attention to the direct speech ... I will consider ... read my other stories ... I think they differ from this noticeably ..

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  • September 5, 2013 0:41

    Earlier, when the sneakers were chocolate, and the grass is greener, I liked the stories of this author much more. It seems to be good now, but somehow something is not right, is it something?

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  • September 5, 2013 4:35

    Could Romeo really fail to find SUCH a story? :))))

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  • September 5, 2013 8:21

    No ... it did not become boring ... you are right ... the story is rather weak ... it was written in fragments, according to the mood ... I did not edit it ... it was possible to add, to reveal the secret. In short, it was still possible to work on it, but for some reason, interest in him was lost. New thoughts captured.

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  • Taduchela (a guest)
    September 5, 2013 5:45

    Very delicate tale) The secret of the hero gives a special taste. I did not notice busting. On the contrary - zest) Sex scenes are very nicely described. Good story.

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  • Eugene (a guest)
    September 5, 2013 6:45

    Or maybe he is not Romeo at all, but, for example, Hamlet. And he thinks everything: toli - to be, toli - not to be; or - like, or - no.
    So I asked myself the same question, and could not answer neither - yes nor - no. One thing is certain: the author’s style is impressive, easy to read. So the case for the "small": a distinct, interesting plot, seasoned with intrigue (but not fog, as here) - and the point is "hat."

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  • September 5, 2013 15:17

    Rather, I carry in myself something from both the image of the prince of the Danish and the image of a fallen young man in love. Not everything is pathetic, but vulgar romantic to be. Time to return to the sources and the nickname with which I came to this site for the first time * crumbles to dust, which dispels the wind *.

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  • September 5, 2013 8:23

    Thank you all for the comments on the story. I will consider remarks. Who reads me for the first time, I suggest reading my other stories. This superficial little ...

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  • September 5, 2013 10:30

    I read your Marriage of Calculation. It's a beautiful story too :) Well, I wrote a comment there :)

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  • Eugene (a guest)
    September 5, 2013 17:13

    I read at your invitation 7 more stories. In my opinion, three have turned out and deserve attention: “If you can, forgive”, “Marriage of convenience” and “Train ...”.
    Not a bad melodrama ... I noticed one tendency: too often rapists in one form or another (either alone or now one by one) come across, ready to do with a woman like a rag doll or thing. And she, the poor fellow, also thrilled with delight. Maybe they are tormented by night visions, as two ambals are dragging you by the feet in the dustbin or in the doorway, after which, almost alive, you crawl home? Oh, do not wake famously, while asleep!

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  • September 6, 2013 9:24

    No, the visions do not torture ... I smile ... I just know a lot of stories, but I write those that are the most vivid and impressed me. And threesome tried, on the basis of this there is a story. Generally, I myself disgusted by nature and sex in the doorway and the garbage somehow does not excite. and about the stories I will say that the taste and color of comrades is not, who likes what. At first she wrote on the basis of Wirths, and then she began to simply write stories in which she used her own life stories, friends and acquaintances.

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  • September 6, 2013 14:41

    really enjoyed it.
    beautiful!

    I wonder what my grandmother learned about Van))

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  • September 6, 2013 20:22

    and supported

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  • Jd (a guest)
    September 15, 2013 1:44

    TV series. Clean water TV series. Ready script. Loved it. The ending is an apple.

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  • September 18, 2013 5:52

    Thanks for the feedback. There was such a thought ... to write a few parts, develop events and insert more erotic episodes.But she did not dare, in order not to worsen the impression and not to deprive the intrigue of the story.

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  • February 24, 2015 10:36

    And I liked it! And nothing more or less is needed. Somewhere you might want to look and find out what is there and who is Vanya. But its own fantasy will not disappoint for sure! Thank you +10

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