My morning began at ten o'clock. I woke up with a strong desire to bend a gentle and feminine person under me. The desire was much stronger than the usual morning arousal, experienced before sex with Mila. I remembered last night and smiled to myself, it was nice and pleasant for the soul. I wanted to call friends and boast, but Mila insistently asked not to do this and not engage in such nonsense, and I decided to act prudently so that the rumors did not reach Olga. In the kitchen, a note from Ludmila and breakfast on the stove were found on the table.

There was nothing to do: I refused to go abroad with my parents - I already ran into my childhood, my friends were still asleep, and didn’t really want to see them, the girl in Egypt, at the institute the session recently ended, the computer was tired. The day flew by ineptly, but at two o'clock Mila returned and we went to dinner at a restaurant and walk.

A clever, well-read and beautiful girl, an excellent companion, with an economic education, sincere, cheerful - all this fit her description. It was easy with her, and how she looked, walking arm in arm with me along Bolshoi Prospect, was very flattering to me. Mila asked a lot about me and my attitude to different things, so to speak, explored my life position. All this became clear much later, when I grew up, but for now I had to just enjoy her company. There was very little to fall in love with her without memory. In the language constantly spun one word that literally characterized the girl - the sun. Radiant, warm and tender.

Especially well, I remembered our conversation, which began after we were billed. The table was served by a waitress of an age that is difficult for me to determine - over thirty. Having brought the bill, she put it in front of my sunshine. Without waiting for her to leave, I reached for the book.

- I do not understand, I look so bad, that the bill put you? - I was indignant when we were left together.

Mila took my hand and smiled her eyes, retaining a serious tone:

- I just look more expensive.

- So what? The man here is me, and according to etiquette I had to put the bill closer to me.

- Kirill, do you know the difference between a man and a male? - in her tone appeared light persistence. - A man always has money.

“But I have money,” I persisted, although I had already begun to suspect what the conversation was headed for.

“Money is pieces of paper that serve as the universal equivalent of commodity turnover. The money that you have, in fact, belongs to your father. It is he who can earn them and it is this quality that attracts most women. The ability to get a mammoth. You're still pulling on the male, albeit with the dominant manners. What will you do if the money runs out, and your parents never choose a house in Spain and linger on a trip? Call dad?

“Let it be so,” I agreed, feeling a slight bitterness of resentment. “But the waitress shouldn't have done that.”

- True, my good, she specifically did this to annoy us. She does not like us, although she was polite to her, - Mila was sure of her words, in the future I was convinced more than once that she reads people well. - For this, the girl will be left without a tip.

Time passed quickly, it was time for me to practice, and Mila sat down for a dissertation.

Having plowed for three hours at a training session without a break, I was tired of going to the street with the rest of the students. The body ached pleasantly, and thoughts of my first mistress walked in my head again. They say that thoughts are material. A surprise was waiting for me on the street - right there was Daddy Audi A6 right at the exit, and my little Milka's dress was white against the dark body. The guys even slowed down at the exit, looking at the beauty, and I, waving goodbye to them, went to my sun, not knowing how to behave.She helped me cope with embarrassment by reaching for my cheek for a kiss. We silently got into the car.

“This is very unexpected,” I said enthusiastically.

- You're not happy? She asked slyly.

- Oh, throw these women's things already. Better tell me what fate?

“I called Serezha,” she began, referring to her father. - I asked the car and found out at the same time the address of the hall. I jumped into his office to the secretary for a power of attorney and here I am.

- What's the plan?

Mila's reaction reminded me of today's lunch.

- Kirill, if you want to be a real man, then let me decide where you will walk your girlfriend or woman. Everything is clear with the place of “property”, now let's go for a walk before this case, - having finished the sentence, Milka winked at her and showed a tongue.

“Ok, sweetheart,” I cheered. - Let's go for a walk, I'll show you the way.

Mila drove famously, but I insisted that she lead more carefully and not hurry to take us to the other world. Lake Lembolovskoye was not empty, but the people were much smaller than during the day. I knew one tricky porch, where there was no one at all but us.

“What beautiful white nights you have!” - Mila admired and deftly threw off her dress, under which was not even underwear. - swim?

I gladly followed her example, wanting to plunge soon after the exhausting workout and wash off the smell of sweat. Mila entering the water looked tempting and erotic. The blood began to descend below, filling the arrow of my compass, pointing in the right direction - go ahead! Spraying water, I ran noisily after her, but the girl was already swimming from the shore. In a few strokes, I caught up and grabbed her, hugging her. For my eighty-five meter it was still shallow here, but the little sun had to hold onto my neck. With one hand, I held her, hugging her, and the other was already managing her ass. Having correctly understood my intentions, Mila kicked her legs around my waist. We stood and kissed in warm water completely surrendering to passion. I do not remember at what point, but it seemed to me that was enough and I used the remaining concentrated male forces for their intended purpose. The member easily and naturally, as if on a businesslike level, entered the lover's bosom.

At this time, the tensed girl was cramped, which gave a special thrill. Grasping her buttocks with both hands, I began to stick her, gradually increasing the pace. Milka helped as best she could, but she was already shaking in anticipation of an orgasm, which had so vilely in no hurry to attack. The first loud unmasking moans flew over the lake, and I was unable to seal them with a kiss. And finally, I felt that Milka was about to push me out. With the last movement, I planted her as far as possible and discharged her into a mistress, feeling that we had finished at the same time. My humble moan was inaudible against the background of a female cry that filled the night district.

Getting out on the shore, we realized that we were barely standing on our feet, and so we returned to the car. Milka smoked, and I threw back the seat and looked tiredly at the ceiling of the cabin.

“Something you didn’t really pull my strength this time,” she said thoughtfully. - Tired of training?

- I think yes.

- Once again you can? - in the twilight could not see the face. But I was sure she was smiling slyly.

“Hardly,” I drawled, looking at my relaxed younger brother. - He is not ready to storm the fortresses.

“And no one calls you to the assault, my good one,” Mila answered with a joking tone, smoked a cigarette in two puffs and added. - You are cordially invited to visit, and not to the fortress, but to a cozy fox mink.

After this phrase, she climbed with her legs into the driver's seat and bent over my stomach, straightening her long flowing hair. Putting her head on her stomach, she took me in her left hand and gently kissed the head. Her fingers held the trunk and gently massaged it, and I felt the blood running again down, away from the bad head. I did not see her actions, hidden by the head, but I felt very well how her gentle mouth clasped the head.Carefully, as if afraid to hurt, she began to suck the swelling member. Mila was in no hurry, her mouth was already fully occupied, and the index finger and thumb of her left hand tightly wrapped the penis at the root, making him swell even more. Having finished with a light prelude, she lifted her head from my stomach, intercepted the penis in her right hand, and left her gently, she took up the scrotum and began to caress the testicles with light massaging movements. Her luxurious hair spilled over, covering the opened action with an impenetrable tent. Without being confused, I gathered them in a tail and put my left hand on her sensual chest. Milka moaned with excitement and pounced on the penis, as if she saw him for the last time. Her lips tightly clasped the neck of his penis, and her tongue fluttered around the head that was petrified by such hospitality. And I, in the meantime, had moved from her swollen nipples to a wet fox mink. Fingers shamelessly played with the clitoris, as if with a bell - call and the door will open, sometimes allowing yourself to look into other people's chambers. Milka was beautiful: a small, slim, round, sticking out ass, beautiful face and plump lips that so passionately fell on my stiffened penis. I stroked her back, from which she bent even more and gave out another portion of muffled moans, only slightly changing the tone. My hand once again walked from the neck to the waist and finally firmly established itself on the “jade gates”, my fingers literally flooded with lubricant and I timidly stroked the lover's anus. Her new groan made it clear that I am acting in the right direction, and we can safely continue. I began exploring new territories, stroking and kneading the sphincter ring, and then pressed on it a bit, and my finger quite easily overcame the natural barrier, plunged into the anus on the first phalanx. Here, Milka seemed furious and didn’t just give a blowjob, but attacked, greedily and aggressively tearing flesh. Suddenly she froze and the next movement almost took a member. Pause, back, pause again, as if before a new cast, and now my dick has completely disappeared in the mouth of the mistress. I digress from her ass, enjoying the pleasure I get, but it was not there. Milka returned to an aggressive manner again, turning into a frantic bitch. Her stiffened tongue began to grind the head, it became somewhat painful, and I was forced to interrupt her, pulling the hair.

Breathing heavily, Milka looked at me with a blurred look. She otpryanula back, jumped out of the car and, slightly reeling, went to the side. I jumped out and shouted:

- Where did you go ?! What kind of chaos ?!

But the mistress took a few more steps and stopped near the birch that grew near the water. Raising her arms high, she rested against a tree, bent over, sticking out her ass strongly, and turned as far as she could, indicating that she was inviting me into her fox mink. I didn’t have to repeat, and I rushed into it, overwhelmed with passion. Everything happened very quickly, the inflamed flesh could not bear the caress of hospitality, and I began to finish, not ceasing to move, while firmly pressing the girl to me. My arms were criss-crossed by a mistress, and my fingers touched her excited nipples in a businesslike manner. I did not have time to discharge to the end, as Milka’s turn came. She hung helplessly, held by my hands, and only squirmed involuntarily, no longer controlling her actions.

I was again awake and full of energy. Perhaps Milka's words about sex vampirism were true. She took half an hour to get behind the wheel again. At home in the shower and in bed, she steadfastly fought off my attacks on her body. I did not mind and left her alone, knowing that we still have at least a month left.

To be continued. I will be glad to your comments