times, but the sensations were just as pleasant. Sticking to the hole in the putty, Gray smiled to himself, Aunt Zina will still soap her pussy, that's great.

Gray stomped home tired, but very pleased. He poured out already four times. Pisyun with the habit of sick, but it was worth it. Yes, and the boys may not be his rot, he will tell them this! And when they try it themselves, they will completely look at Gray with different eyes.

***

“Genka, have you forgotten the putty?” - Vasyan led the trio to the bath.

- No, here she is, - Genka slapped himself in the pocket, - Gray, why did you miss that? Mother said sick or what?

- Yes, no, everything is fine, Dad smelled only at all.

The boys grunted knowingly:

- This is for sure, only give to free blood for all the holidays, they will harness all holidays.

Almost going to the cherished window of the bath, all three had to quickly hide in the familiar mugs. From the corner of the bath I heard the familiar shortness of breath.

- Atas!

Potemych appeared next.

“Damn, what is this, he was leaving today,” Vasily barely managed to keep the volume down with annoyance.

Slightly waddling in steps, Potemych immediately hurried to the pile, at the same time pushing the board covering the window. Suddenly he stopped. Just froze in place, looking under the window at the brickwork. In Gray everything went cold inside, he understood that he saw Potemych. After himself, Gray did not bother to wipe everything off the wall, as his grandfather did. Having decided not to say anything to the boys, but to show everything in place, now Gray was lying in burdocks with a pounding heart in his chest. He let his friends down, and most likely deprived himself of such a pleasure from peeping! It is clear, now Potemych will deploy such searches, that everything is lost. What a surprise Gray was when Potemych, slowly looking around, backed away from the pile, and then completely disappeared from the back yard of the bath. That was awesome, he escaped! However, the joy quickly passed, giving way to the inevitable explanation with his comrades.

- Ha, this is the number, - Vasyan got out of the shelter, - what is it with him?

- Guys, I ... I, - and Gray told everything about his lonely visit to the bath window.

The boys listened to him, not interrupting. When Gray finished his story, with a simultaneous explanation of the dried marks on the brickwork, he held his breath waiting for the decision of his friends.

The reaction was unexpected.

- Well, you give Gray. How many times have you said cumshot, four?

Stunned Gray silently nodded in response.

“Yes Vasya,” biting his lips, Genka, stared at the ground, “and we never decided on what our little rabbit, gray, did. What shall we do with him, treachery, after all.

- Guys, - Gray moaned plaintively, - I'm sorry, I ..., me ..., I'm sorry guys.

“Okay, Gene,” Vasyan clapped him on the shoulder, “he’s our friend, though he’s covered.” And you Gray today will not watch, this is our punishment for you. What do you say Genka?

- Fuck it.

Not fully believing such a turn, Gray often nodded his head and stayed behind the boys who climbed onto a pile of garbage.

Genka made two peepholes, and they leaned against the window. Gray, although he wanted to peep, but he understood that today he does not shine. Genka with Vasya, with might and main discussed the events outside the window.

- Damn, well, what are all the same the secretary of the President's boobs. Look, Gene, look how big. And do not hang like the rest. And the nipples, the same nipples are called? Yeah, and the nipples, look like cones or something. And the dark ones are almost brown.

Genka listened to Vasyan, while he himself admired that Gray himself liked most of all.

- Yes, yes, beautiful. You better look out on that woman, out in the corner, see?

- What, - Vasyan slightly turned his head in parvo, - won the one with a healthy ass?

- Yes, no, next, next to the shower. Had seen? I saw what her, well, pussy.

Vasyan looked at Genk:

- Come on, well, pussy as she has. Look, look there to the bottom of her ... this is, cunt divides into two parts, well, as if forked, you see. Well, see?

- Yes, I see, I see. And what?

- And between these folds, look carefully, something reddish appears, did you see?

- Yes, I have already lifted, well, I saw, and what?

Genka rolled his eyes.

- I finally from this I am dragged.

Gray closed his eyes, he understood what Genk was talking about. Understood and represented. He himself liked in this naked woman precisely this part of the body. Alluring, pink dot in the bottom of the female pussy. So being in contemplation of pictures of naked women soaping his pads, Gray, without realizing himself, took out his hardening pisyun. The boys did not see him, completely immersed in observation.

- For me, better boobs, nothing, - Vasyan devoured the eyes of the breast of one woman, then another. Tits were different, and in size and width. And these, nipples, too, were different. Nipples could be large, like that of a milkmaid, almost all boobs. Or on the contrary, small, like wild cherry. Most of all he liked the boobs of women younger. They were strong and swayed to the beat of the step. These are exactly the boobs Vasyan held in his hands in his dreams. Pick up such milkings and squeeze them with your fingers, twisting these same nipples. From such thoughts, with simultaneous viewing of bare milkings live, Vasyan felt that his pisyun was poured in shorts.

- I agree Vasya, women's breasts are beautiful, - Genk dug his eyes into the female crotch, - but you just look at how beautiful they write. Gut sensing that this is the greatest pleasure, Genka looked at every millimeter of the female crotch. And he did not like this name - cunt. Not only pisya, or pisechka. He even came to mind a comparison with mink fur. Especially looking at the pussy of the presidential secretary. Well, exactly like mother's cap. The same brilliant, thick and beautiful.

While Genka covered his eyes, he imagined how his hand would pass through the fur between women's legs, letting the hairs between his fingers, Vasyan saw such that even the kapets was shorter. Gray, who was stunned by Genk, ran up to his exclamation, he also examined, they did not even drive with Vasyan, and silently allowed him to make a hole in the putty.

In general, a young girl appeared in the bathhouse. She was very beautiful. With long black hair. Just awesome tits, proudly sticking up. But most importantly, the pussy was naked! The boys did not believe their eyes. How could she be naked? Everyone had hair on her pussy, but she didn't have it! The perineum of the girl was a cleft formed by two large and plump folds. And between them there was a small comb.

The boys looked with wide eyes at this miracle and quietly talked:

- Wow! And I thought they were just hairy.

- Guys, and maybe she is sick with what?

- You are a fool, who would have let her in a sick room.

- What does she have then nude pussy?

- And the devil knows. And who is it at all?

- Damn, this is Nadya. Well, Terekhova. Well, the chief accountant's daughter. She is still in town to study at the institute.

- Firs, I don't know why she has such a cunt, but this is the best cunt in the world.

Sick Nadya didn’t really seem to be. Women greeted her about something they were talking about. Although the boys did not escape, that other women secretly glanced at her pussy. And the grandmother and at all condemningly zirkali.

- In nature is cool. So smooth, - Vasyan briefly looked up from the window, - damn Gray, what are you doing here with a naked dick?

Gray did not stop nadrachivat his dick, was embarrassed, but then plucked up courage and blurted out:

- What are you speaking, would you try better, you know what a thrill.

Vasyan blurted out:

- What more.

Unexpectedly for himself and for his friends, Gray, without ceasing to masturbate, stood firmly at his hole in the putty:

- As you wish. Then do not interfere.

Vasyan and Genka looked at each other:

“Okay, Vasyan, leave him,” Genka looked down at the window. He did not want to miss a single second of observation of Nadka, who was already doused with water, spreading it all over her body. Now, very soon, she will begin to wash her pussy. And it will be awesome sight.

But the spectacle was not destined to happen. Potemych spoiled everything, who returned after the bath.

- Oh, you assholes, - evil, hissing on the boys, Potemych grabbed his badik, - and I am you now okhalnikov.

With a stick at the ready on the boy Potemych rushed.

- Vasyan ?! Are you?! Well, look, I'll tell all the mothers. And who is ethno with you, eh?

Fear and panic covered the whole trinity. Gray barely managed to hide his standing dick and dive after his friends into saving mugs. And further already gardens away from the bath and closer to the troubles, inevitably expected of all three.

***

The parents didn’t know anything then. Friends puzzled for a long time why Potemych did not tell why he was silent? Then, as the years passed, the grown-up guys understood that the grandfather would not have told anything to anyone, since he himself was often seen by the trio at the cherished window with putty. And he was afraid no less than boys, although he was made of gray hair, that the field was crooked. The boys no longer risk and did not go to the bath. And once, risking to pass by and see how things were, they saw that it was no longer worth torturing myself, the windows were laid with bricks.

Gray, or Sergei Vladimirovich, stood behind the former bath and smoked. He has not been in his native village for more than twenty years. Bath, like the whole village, was abandoned and abandoned for a long time. Garbage has become even more. Of the three nuts that happily covered their trinity during their hikes in the gardens of others, only one remained. Yes, and he slowly died, not wanting to keep up with everything around. Sergey came to his aunt, who lived out his life in their former home. But I didn’t go straight to her, but decided to wrap up here, in a place with which one of the most vivid impressions of their childhood is associated. (Erotic stories for everyone) Yes, Vaska and Genka are waiting for his story, as here now, at the coveted window. Crushing a cigarette butt with his foot, Sergey saw something white in the garbage. Leaning down, he was surprised to get an old greeting card “Happy New Year! Since 1984! ” Here are the wonders, once preserved? Shaking it off from faded leaves and other dirt, Sergei carefully folded the postcard in half and hid it in a bag. I'll take the peasants, sit, drink, look at the postcard and recall the bath, Potemych, parents, old friends of friends and that year, in the summer of which we began to grow up, crowded around the little hole in the window putty with sadness and smile.