I asked:
- I need to change clothes, I'm all wet.
- So, go, change clothes and go ...
11.

On unstable legs, I went into the house. Looking around, I remembered in my purse there are napkins. Hardly holding back a shiver, even the disconnected balls delivered a lot of experiences, got them. Along with them, the “Always” gasket lay in reserve. Well, you know, you never know when it starts at the wrong time ...
Wiped off, I put on, white cotton panties and put the gasket. Glory will obviously be played along the road, so at least you won't have to go wet. She critically examined herself in the mirror, tweaked her hair and put lipstick on her lips.
- Look like that's it. You can go, she decided to herself.
When I left, Slava asked:
- Where to go for a walk?
- Let's go first to the board. We will find out about water. And then stocks are running out, - I nodded in the direction of the garden, - it is necessary to water.
“Well, let's go,” he said, not very pretty.

Leaving, the house and the gate were locked and moved to the board. On the way, this "tormentor" turned on his unit a couple of times. I immediately began to spasms, thighs spontaneously compressed, and there was a desire to squat, huddled in a ball. Not daring to contradict him, I still threw "evil" glances in his direction. In fact, I was at the limit, and I just wanted a man, and at the moment it doesn't matter what ...
Yes, and off, they gently moved inside, so that each step "burned", delivering a lot of impressions. During the reign, we learned that the water has been unofficially given for a week and will soon again be three hours.
As Slava did not insist, we had to return to prepare for the event. When we went to the Slava site in retaliation for the failed walk, he turned on the “hellish typewriter” and did not turn it off until I collapsed to the ground. And then, as if nothing had happened, he suggested that I also wash my bath.

- Yes, and steam together! - he added wistfully.
I myself did not mind to wash. All of these extreme sports, among other things, made us sweat like in the heat. I wanted cleanliness and freshness, and the bath is such a thing, especially when two people wash themselves ...
While Slava was collecting and catching the hoses, I washed off the first dirt with the remaining water. And when they gave water, first of all they rinsed the bath from the inside and collected the tank and the tanks for washing. Then I filled the tank for watering, and he kindled and watched the stove.
Soon I went out, pissed a corner of the house, drank everything that was there from a bottle on the table, and disappeared again.
From time to time, Slava turned on his button, and I, like Pavlov's dogs, would expire with saliva and juices, dropping to my knees and vainly praying him:
- Turn off, unbearable already!
- So I can not? - he giggled and turned off the device until the next time.
When we entered the bathhouse, I was on the verge. Swollen nipples with pain rubbed against soft tissue, the stomach ached from constant cramps, even the gasket was wet, unable to withstand such "irrigation." Turning to Glory, I grabbed his shorts and, clutching a thick, swollen body with all my strength, whispered:
- Enough ... Well, fuck me! I'm all burning ... Please!
- Yes, fuck, fuck! - he cried, - let go. Let's just wash yourself.

Pulling off his shirt and shorts, pushed into the wash and, dropping a sundress, fell in behind. The damp heat of the dark room has enveloped me. I quickly knelt down and quickly swallowed his fat sausage. Touching the chest and vulva was painful. But I still squeezed one arm between my legs, slowly moving it and straining my hips. It seemed that it was easier ...
It seems that the very same glory was unbearable. After a couple of minutes, he forced me to his knees and fell in behind. Having led the end of the long-suffering pussy and turning on the device, he went inside on the "half-hook".
I screamed, feeling like that, vibrating, rested in the uterus, and almost turned off. Although I heard Slava scream:
- Well, damn yourself, kicks! How did you go with him? - he shuddered.
The next moment, he began to twitch, dropping into me, and I flew off into unconsciousness.
I woke up because they poured cold water on me.The entire perineum was filled with sperm, but I did not feel the “torturer” in myself.

Raising her dull eyes, she looked at Glory.
- I removed the balls for now. You scared me.
“And you yourself try to be like half a day when you are constantly jerking off,” I wheezed, feeling relieved.
When I moved away from what happened: there was a steam room with a broom; and dousing with cold water; and wash with a hard washcloth over steamed skin. Refreshed and even very cheerful we came out of the washroom, and he asked:
- Tell me, how did you, in general, met your husband? He then so booze? No, it is good for me, but interesting ... - Glory gently wiping my wet hair, I stood to face him and read in his eyes part and interest.
- Yes, as a student still, you know, and he was not like that. It was normal, well, like everyone else, he drank, but moderately, cheerful, I liked, and there were no problems in the bed.
“You still have no problems in the bed, I feel that you are a relaxed girl,” he grinned, and slightly pinched my nipple.
Of course, the chest treacherously goosebumps, and I, taking a towel, very much rubbed.
- Tell me, but these are all the toys you bought in advance? Did you know that I could not refuse you? - I asked quietly, looking into his eyes.
Glory slightly pulled away, and carefully looking at me, reached for his underpants.
“Oh, how do you women like to endure the brain, women, I didn’t know anything exactly, but I assumed ... When I first saw your gorgeous ass, I was already thinking about how to plant you.” Do not stand idol, and then you freeze, the bath cools, and I still need to try your ass.

- Maybe we should not? BUT? Well, I do not like to go there, it hurts. Once we tried with Vitka, - I ached, pleadingly looking into his eyes.
- With Vitka or Mitka ... I don't care. You are with me now, and I want to fuck you in the ass, have you forgotten that the punishment has not yet been worked out? - Slavka moved his eyebrows.
- Yes, I did not forget, damn it, but all the same ... Eh, okay ... - taking a sundress, I began to wear it nervously on an almost wet body.
Slavka pulled on his pants and said quietly:
- Do not worry, I will not hurt you. Yes, and you dressed in vain! In front of the enema and ... - he turned and took the package out of the bag, - cork ...
“Plug of the helium,” I remembered, “and I don't have heating pads here,” I found excuse.
- ... - he smiled, reaching out, like a magician's hot water bottle. New still in talc.
“Okay,” I sighed hopelessly. Over the boiled water I go, and you wash it for now ...
Returning and filling the heating pad of the village, she pulled the sundress up to her neck, and handed him a heating pad:
- Hold while I pour water ...

And after five minutes I flew to the opposite corner of the garden plot in a wooden room. When she returned, she washed her buttocks with soap and tried to shove the cork. Seeing my useless attempts, Slava suggested:
- Let me, otherwise you will be engaged in aerobics until the dark ... Get up on all fours. Head to the corner, ass to me ...
When she got settled, he became slowly, smeared with cream fingers, which he took out of the same "magic" bag, to lubricate and massage my hole ... And when this devilish invention was finally stuck, I finally felt like the last slut. Stretched sphincter was sick, it became uncomfortable to walk, and even Slava forbade me to wear panties. I tried to protest, but this male took a remote from his pocket and pretended to turn it on. Having presented the balls in my vagina, when a cork was put into the pope, I stopped talking, not wanting to undergo such an exquisite execution.

12.
During the business did not notice the evening came. I went to stretch myself. I didn’t want to sleep in the kitchen next to the wine barrel that snored and smashed in the fume, so it was left to sleep together in a room. Distracted, did not notice when Slava approached.
- Oh, - burst out of me when he pressed me a member.
- Come on! - He pushed me face down on the bed, lifting up the hem.
- Not! - I begged, representing his body in his ass, - do not!
But he did not listen to me, tightening his shorts and holding me in a bent position.
- Let go ... - I prayed.
- Do you want to fuck you next to a drunken husband? He asked, clenching my vulva in his fist.
- ... - I twisted my head negatively.
“Then spread your legs, hold your hands up and stand still,” he ordered.

I froze, turning my head back, and he, having attached himself to the back, began to drive his dick over the buttocks.
- And how do you like it? - He pointed to the base of the anal plug, protruding from the priests.
- Bad ... - I said quietly, - pulls and hurts a little ...
“You’ll get used to it,” he reassured him by clamping the barrel down to the vulva, and, starting to move, back and forth until it smacked.
Sleeping, as it seemed to me desire, woke up. I arched my back and bulged my ass.
- Insert ... - I whispered.
And he put in! Without warning and further training planted his hard member. It was a little painful, but after a few frictions everything went like clockwork. I groaned:
- Yeah ...
“You are a sultry woman ...” Slava growled into my phallus.
“Yyy,” I wailed to the buttocks in time with his thighs.

And he, with an ever-increasing pace, strung me onto his Kukan, almost raising him above the floor. The blows that hit the pope made me move the cork, so after a while I started to catch myself on how damn I like her movements! Now, not only the stomach, but the whole body "desired" it. My fingers clenched, crumpling fresh sheets, and a slightly open mouth uttered groans and growls. Moreover, I furiously podmahivala powerful shocks of this male. Swollen from excitement nipples rubbed on the bed, and the thighs trembled when I lifted on tiptoe under his pressure.
That's what I wanted all the time from the moment he washed me at home in the bath. A red shroud of excitement covered my eyes, growling frenziedly, I was already strung on his thick cock and ...
For a moment, shouting, she began to cum wildly writhing in spasms and settling on the bent legs.
While I was in a semi-conscious state, Slava pulled a cork out of me and managed to enter my anal ring. Feeling pain, I wailed again:

- Not! Stop it! Stop it ... - "Voice of one crying in the wilderness!" ...
And when she began to resist, he twisted my hands behind my back, continuing his “dirty” business. Continuing to hold me with one hand, he fished out the second from the same package vibrator in the form of a phallus and, having turned it on, pressed it to the vulva ...
- Ohhh! - loudly burst from me, feeling the gentle trembling of the toy pressed to the pussy, “Ay-th,” I shouted, as he drove the tense limb into the sphincter.
After a few minutes, everything changed. The anus seemed to be numb and it began to tingle, and then, and, in general, there was an increasing pleasure from the movement of the penis. Well, when the artificial member, trembling and wiggling, plunged into the vagina, then I did not care how this pleasure was delivered. I roared, shook my head, trembled and twitched in spasms of orgasm, contradictingly pleaded: then stop the "torture"; then make it faster, stronger and harder.
The time has stopped ... I fought like in hysterics, not even feeling how he poured out my ass, filling it with sperm. And even when he got down from me and went to bathe, I was all lying, trembling, unable to move in a faint and dizzy state and smiling foolishly ...