Part 1. Blown

- Come on, dear, come again, dear! Again. Two hundred and fortieth! Come on!.

- Well, where already ?! - breathing hard in Stella Davydovna’s ear, Vasily Yuryevich whispered excitedly. - See, he no longer shrinks. He feels when it is all.

- And if, remove this damn hand and try to hand? - Stella Davydovna did not let up, a woman of a very appetizing look and looking at forty-five to all fifty.

- Try it! You can even lick the tongue a little, and then play with your hand, ”Vasily did not mind. Fifty-year-olds he liked even more than forty years.

“At fifty, a woman in the juice, the very thing,” he said meaningfully to his interlocutor.

- Maybe you take off! - with hope in the eyes of asked Stela Davydovna.

- Stela, not arrogant. Itself, herself - indignant darling of the female team.

The direct responsibilities of the fifty-seven-year machine milking operator Vasily Yuryevich Yugoslavsky included only the inclusion and repair of milking machines. Repair of equipment and tools on a dairy farm. Despite the fact that his salary also depended directly on the yield, he did not want to load himself with extra work. Therefore, the failure of the plan to cow Snowball, pulling all the figures of the farm down, beat specifically for him.

- What she needs more to Snowball split? Maybe she needs to blow? Maybe it’s a couple of times to get to the bull, ”Vasily thought, far from zoophile depravity.

- Come on, Stela, bend down, do not be afraid, - Yuryevich flashed mischievously with his eyes.

Stela knew very well what action could be expected from a mature man ... Well, if you just stroke your rough hand over the underpants between your legs, and in fact ninety percent, she would stick her strong hand and try to get out. Won some girls managed in such cases and in the ass to insert, so crouching near the udder of the cow, the milkmaids always looked around.

Now Yurich was squatting alongside, and Stela was doubly worried. On the one hand, it would be nice if his knobby finger fell into the hot flesh between the jaws of the gap while she stretched her arms to Snowball's udder and Vasily Yurievich would bring a quick orgasm. But on the other hand, she was afraid to fart. Okay, if already farts. After drinking milk for breakfast, she suddenly wanted a cucumber. I could not resist - I ate very little. In the stomach, long before purred, but the intestines rumbled just started. Now it’s scary that Vasily can be very unpleasantly surprised, especially if he wants to bring down the virgins of priests.

“Just get away,” Stela said sternly.

- What is it? - Vasily Yurievich raised his eyebrows in surprise. - Has she really become shy?

He considered it indecent to remind Stella how she woke him up yesterday in the dressing room after lunch. For this, his ability to remain silent, women loved him too.

Whatever happens, Yuryevich will not tell under torture. It was they themselves who were already bragging each other about his pranks, but no one knew exactly where the truth ended and where the storyteller's fiction began.

Another good quality was respected by the milkmaids of Vasily Yuryevich. He never confused names when he fucked. Surprisingly, from school he could not remember either the verse, or the date, or the formula, but with the memory of the names he was not easy good, but the top five. Anyone was flattering along with pleasant synonyms for diligent, deep penetration of a member to hear a properly pronounced proper name. For the sake of this alone it was possible to give and not to notice that his teeth were already staggered.

“Okay,” groaning, Vasily Yuryevich began to rise. He knew for sure that Stela's menstruation ended three days ago, and he hoped, staying for lunch, to discharge inside today, just like yesterday after dinner.

Stele had to wait until Yuryevich rose, but she rashly began to reach for Snowball's udder a little earlier than it should.Basil's hands were free, long and strong, like a rower-canoeist. With a cunning movement of his left, he pulled up the hem of the summer skirt and pushed back the panties. The middle finger of the right on a small backbone stuck into the flesh, but, like Stele was afraid, not there. He did not calculate that the Stela from suddenly shifted panties intuitively twitches to the udder. These millimeters and played a cruel joke with penetration. "Akella missed," - flashed through my head when I felt that a finger instead of a vagina with a clap of a palm pierced the tight anus ring.

He did not want so.

She is even more so.

She fell, barely having time to throw her arms forward.

The reverse exhaust threw Basil's hand downward. He has never been so dirty.

From bottom to top, a yellow photnane from Stela's priests hit from matni to the chin of the machine operator milking, leaving the bulk of the contents of the rectum in the opening of the shirt unbuttoned. Even in the patch pocket, where he put his glasses, it was full to the brim.

There was no limit to his surprise. Oh did not think that happens so much. It hovered like a computer ... three years without service.

- Well, I asked! - appealingly, not rising, said Stella, for some reason feeling her guilt.

“They don’t ask for that,” whispered Yuryevich in a hoarse voice without moving. - So, fucking on the mouth, only agitate. Could, bl-d, be normal to say that you have diarrhea.

- There was no diarrhea yet. - justified Stela. “Before you pierced me,” She slowly lifted her body with her bare, also fucking asshole. “And if I had at least put my finger there,” said Stela, turning and grunting. Suddenly she saw the operator in all its glory. Words of reproach are stuck in the throat. - So, let's quickly into the shower! - barely suppressing laughter, Stela hurried. - And soon the girls will come to the milking, and you ..

Vasily Yurievich began to pull his shirt out of his pants. It flowed from him, and Stela only now felt that he stinks strongly ... - And they say that she does not smell, - the thought that was now unnecessary flashed.

“If I go this way, I slap and stink the entire corridor and dressing room.” Better get a bucket of water, and even better - a hose - it dawned on Basil ... - I will be right here, - he climbed onto the feeder grid, - and you pull the hose, the one with which we wash the floor. Just do not turn on the pressure completely.

Stele, internally already admiring the organizational skills of the operator of the milking machine. Pulling up her little panties and holding up her dress, she ran to the washstand. After washing and unscrewing the removed panties, the milkmaid stretched the hose. Then, directing Vasily Yurievich, Stela Davydovna turned on the water. Suddenly, a very powerful jet hit a man and knocked him off his feet. The fragile fabric of the pants and shirt did not last long under powerful jets, scraps scattered in different directions. For a second, the operator remained in his shorts, socks and boots. The cap was strong, but it hung on a pipe about five or six meters from the ground ..

The milkmaid, hesitating a little, turned off the faucet. Yuriy Vasilyevich stood up with moans and, with reproach and powerlessness in his voice, expressed everything he thought about women of the whole world.

- Well, fuck! - he finished the speech. - I asked for weak pressure. Now what? Fuck tv mother! Here are women! Whatever instructed - all pi-de to the abyss!

Stella was ready now to surrender to him at any place, right here, despite the new urges, if only Yuryevich did not read. He mated notably.

Part 2. At the height.

The cap could be knocked down in the same way as it turned out there - by the pressure of water from a hose. But whether Vasily Yuryevich Yugoslavsky wanted to show his silushka and acrobatic not faded abilities, whether he wanted to once again shine with eggs in front of Stela. Despite the years, he, like Mowgli, climbed up the pipes and metal structures. Vasily had not yet seen that he was already showing eggs to more than one Stela.

***

Svetlana came before the others, because her husband had a day off and asked to be fucked as soon as the children went to her grandmother. A member of Sveta’s husband was small and gave out wonders of technology no more than once a month and then sober. Today he was drunk since the morning ....