"'You on the road of love do not drive a horse -
You will fall exhausted by the end of the day.
Do not curse the one who is tormented by love -
You cannot comprehend the heat of another's fire. ""

Omar Khayyam

(Let the reader excuse me, it’s not in my rules to call women with whom I sleep, by name and patronymic. But as a true gentleman, I believe that every rule has exceptions. You can’t expose a lady, to be hit. Besides, exceptions - confirm the rule!)

Chapter 1. Country trip "Sergeant Tsibuli."

Maria Sergeyevna went to dress in a trip, and I started cleaning the table and washing dishes. It is not a matter to leave dishes not washed and cleaned. Yes, and we eat for a few days. When I cleaned the kitchen and entered the room, Maria Sergeyevna was still choosing what to wear. She was in some thongs. Her full breasts swayed slightly as she leaned down. Well what should I wear? She asked. Searching for, she did not notice my arrival. I just stood at the door, and seeing that they didn’t pay attention to me, I decided to remind myself. I quietly approached her from behind, hugged her, taking each of my lovely tits and kissed her on the neck. Your best clothes are always with you! And significantly rubbed began to get up again a member of her ass. She smiled sweetly, and told her not to disturb her, otherwise she would never get together.

I once again kissed her on the cheek, went to smoke. After 20 minutes, she called me. Well, how? She asked. She was wearing a white sundress. Apparently the bodice was sewn into it, as the shoulder straps were absent. A clear line of breasts, stood out against his background. Handsomely! I said with a sigh. But I would prefer to see you naked! Slaughter, she joked off. Beautiful things exist that women would wear them! And the men shot, I added.

Well, she asked ready? As a pioneer, I replied. Then let's go. It turned out that it is necessary to carry another bag with "other beautiful and necessary" things. In her ear, she said to me: To carry and remove, and for you the same!

We traveled a long time, about 3 hours from the station. First, by train, then by bus. It was hot and we were exhausted and sweaty. We were greeted with joy. Both kissed, fed. While we were satisfied, we told about our being. They had fun. Father and Vera went fishing for mushrooms, swam in the river. We were told in secret that a heated bath was waiting for us. I complained to myself that you cannot go to the bathhouse with Vera, but rather with Maria Sergeyevna.

Chapter 2. Bath - almost Tolstoy.

The first went guys, me and Nikolai Stepanovich. We soared for a long time, then bathed. I brought a beer, and we drank a bottle in the waiting room. Then, having bathed in cold water, I again got into the steam room, and Stepanych decided that he had enough. When I got out of it, and sat naked and steamed, resting in the waiting room, the door opened. Maria Sergeyevna slipped into it. Eagerly looking at my "farm", and without looking away asked: Well, "sir" ready? And immediately kneeling, began to caress my dick. I asked, and the rest where? She replied: My asleep, after the bath, and I sent Vera to the village, to the store. Before the store was about twenty minutes. Come on, we have half an hour! She has already changed her clothes. She was wearing a short robe, close-fitting, as it turned out without panties!

While she licked and sucked my dick, securing the passed "material", I, unbuttoning her robe, caressed her breasts. Then stretching out my hand and lifting it up the hem, I got to the "raisin". There she was all wet, flowing like a tap. I smeared it with my hand on the vulva and began to caress the clitoris. I did not forget about the sex lips. My fingers walked over them completely, stroking and rubbing them. Then he began to massage the entrance to the vagina.Alternately inserting into the fingers. One or two. I smoothed the inner surface of the vagina and all of its vestibule - the entrance. Do not forget the ass. My fingers, profusely smeared, smoothed the anus ring. I first inserted one finger into it, and then two. The heavy breathing and her trembling, at my touch, showed me that it was time. Having forced her to turn around, I inserted a body “prepared for a fight” with “cancer”. For a while, only our muffled groans and heavy breathing were heard. I enthusiastically “rammed” her vagina with my “piston”.

At the same time, I caressed my nipples with my hands. My lips caressed her neck. Then I began to caress her buttocks and sphincter, preparing to penetrate there. Coming out of it, I came from the "back door". My body completely drowned in the ring of the anus, stretching it. On her knees, she arched her back and almost laid her breasts on the floor. And I forced her to squeeze her knees, went in and out of her. She stretched her arms back and spread her buttocks to the sides, which facilitated my access to my ass and increased the depth of penetration. It looked like she was hurt, but also pleasant, because she asked at the same time to go deeper into her and stop stuffing her poor ass, my “drin”! Satisfying her request, I left the ass and re-entered the vagina. So for 5 minutes and alternated places of intercourse, while simultaneously annoying the clitoris with his hand. She again, constantly shaking, rolling one after another orgasm. She could only shout: Aaaaaa ... I myself could not stand it and began to pull down convulsively. And it caught me when changing places of intercourse. Sperm flooded the floor, her crotch and buttocks. I leaned hard against her. Looks like you’ll have to wipe the floor, and I need to “clean the feathers again,” I said. Yes, also to change clothes, for a start, she added. Her back, butt, and my thighs and stomach were all in semen. I thanked her with a kiss on the lips, wiped her back, ass and crotch with a towel, and slammed the ass, sent her into the house. We parted, she changed into clothes, that would have time before the arrival of her daughter, and I wash.

Chapter 3. Fantasies and reality.

When I clean and steamed out of the bath, Vera had already returned from the store. She and her mother gathered and waited only while I vacate the room. They went to the bathhouse, and I got a new bottle of beer and sat down on the veranda. Her sides were braided with wild grapes, and from the side of the bath it was not visible whether there was anyone on the veranda until the lights were turned on. And from the veranda the door to the waiting room was clearly visible, and if it was opened slightly, then part of the room was also visible. Pulling on a cigarette and taking a sip of beer, I looked around. The weather was great. I didn't want to think about anything. Too much has happened in a day. It was nice to sit back after a bath on the veranda and drink beer. Suddenly I heard a quiet creak. At first I did not understand where, then I saw the door open in the waiting room. Maria Sergeyevna stood in the doorway. She, as it should be in the bath was naked. All red and wet. I clearly saw her heavy breasts with nipples sticking out in different directions, a flat stomach, a strip like an arrow, dark pubic hairs. Then she turned around and I had a view of her elastic buttocks and smooth thighs. She said something, but in the other direction.

I disassembled only "" ... it's hot, let it be ventilated ... "". Then she went and sat down. I only saw her ankles. Legs were stretched forward and slightly apart. I imagined the room, and realized that she was sitting where I was sitting, before she came to "love" me. I clearly saw a wall with a coat hanger on which clothes were hung. Under the hanger was a bottle of kvass. Then I heard, I want to drink, please bring. Easy steps and Faith appeared in sight. Like her mother, she was naked and steamed. As she walked, her not big breasts jumped up and down in time with the steps. I managed to see the dark pubic growth. Looks like she hasn't shaved her pussy yet! When she stooped over a bottle, I got a view of her red-pink ass and crotch. The neat rollers of the large genital lips, closer to the buttocks, opened and brought to light two flat petals of the small lips.As if feeling my eyes, she straightened, turned in my direction and looked intently at the overgrown grapes. I, without that mobile, has stopped. She opened the bottle, leaned on it, took a fair sip, and went back. She sat down at another place and I could see her legs ...