The slanting rays of the setting sun sparsely lit up the dull, brown-green, unsteady surface of the swamp. In all directions, how many grabbed the eye, stretched naked, torn only by rare, it is not known on what growing islands of grass, a bog. The dead kingdom of silence, in which there is no place for the living. But still...

The barely visible, marked by dark, translucent with old age poles footpath walked hastily, almost running a guy about eighteen years old. He was tired, wet bangs stuck to his forehead, his legs now and then slipped on wet, uneven bumps. But the boy stubbornly hurried forward, continually anxiously glancing over his shoulder at a blood-red luminary, which was quickly rolling over the horizon. Soon, very soon it will go down, short twilight will fly by the bird, darkness will come into its own, hiding the already barely visible safe passage, and then the end. The swamp will take its prey. One step past the narrow path and “no one knows where your grave is”. The guy, panting, stopped for a second, glanced at the almost half-cut purple disk, and almost hopelessly peered at the swamp in front of him. Seemed ?! Not! Among the stunted, faded, half-dead plain, a slice of real, lively, bright greenery has opened. Isle! Having collected the last strength, the boy rushed to him. The last ray of the outgoing sun has sunk in the rotten, swamp fog that has risen above the knees. Wrong twilight light quickly gave way to the approaching darkness, but the guy has already overcome the last meters. Having got out on a solid ground, he, having run several steps with acceleration, stopped and, spreading his arms, collapsed his face into the grass.

Managed. Darkness swiftly enveloped the islet in a thick veil, but it did not matter. Managed. Now you can lie down, giving rest to tired, light and buzzing legs. Soon the moon will look out from behind the clouds, and you will have to get up again and walk. But for now ... for now you can lie. Dimka turned over on his back, closed his eyes. Lips habitually whispered a familiar name.

Oksana! A month and a half ago Dimka didn’t know about her, and he wouldn’t have known, probably, did not fool his mother to go on holidays to her grandmother. “Come on, son. While student life gives free summer. At senior courses, further diploma. So you will not gather, but the grandmother is not eternal. Go, get some rest. The village is big there, there are a lot of young people, and the grandmother herself is a little thing else. Witch. So it won't be boring, don't be afraid. “This is what my mother prophesied; there is no trace of boredom.

Oksana! Seeing in a crowd of peers black-haired beauty, Dimon, as they say, "hit." So much so that the other girls and did not look anymore. And Oksanka also “led” to the guy who met her. The very next evening, as they were saying goodbye near the windows of her house, they recognized the taste of each other’s lips. A few days later, having run away from the rest, they climbed into an old, abandoned garden and, before ringing in their ears, they kissed their swollen lips. And then Dimkin's lips touched Oksankina's neck, going down as low as the top buttons of his shirt would allow. The girl stood transfixed, and only, often, with a sob breathing, pressed the guy's head to herself. Dimkina's hands slid along her back, went down the rounded ass, rose again, finding sharp little breasts hidden by clothes. Oksanka tried to gently push back, fitting her mounds, palms of the guy, but they stubbornly returned, were persistent, affectionate. The girl gradually lost this fight. Here is one button succumbed to the onslaught of the guy's fingers, the other. Dimka's lips immediately expanded the “seized territory” by shifting the fabric of the shirt, walking along the opening shoulders, along parts of the Oksanky elastic-pliable hemispheres, free from the embrace of her bra. When the kiss of the guy lay in the hollow between the girls' breasts, Oksanka, startled, whispered:

- Do not.

But her palms, arms wrapped around Dimkin, no longer pushed them away, but simply lay on top, without disturbing the guy. The shirt was unbuttoned to the end, and Dima’s palms, gliding over the girl’s body, slowly rose to her shoulders. Oksana obediently put her hands behind her back, allowing the guy to undress her. Now she was standing in front of the guy in one translucent, narrow bra, almost not hiding whitening in the dark, excitedly rising to the beat breathing, chest. Dimkin's fingers gently touched the smooth skin of her tender knolls, “looked in” under the thinnest lace, found small, hardened “buttons” of the nipples.

- Oh. - quietly squeaked Oksanka. - Dimochka, that's enough, do not.

But her lips continued to search for Dimkin's kisses, and her hands did not stop the boy's palms that slid along her back to the clasp of her bra. The girl just started and squeezed a little when the bra unbuttoned, but dutifully allowed to expose herself, and she pulled up T-shirt to Dimkin. Half-dressed, they clung to each other. Dimka could not tell how long it lasted, a moment or an eternity. Soft and tightly pressed forward turrets of Oksankina’s chest, pressed against his body, her moist, swollen lips, the cool skin of her shoulders deprived everyone of reason, the ability to understand and feel something else. In his pants, the guy had no glimpses of intelligence at all. A long-rising rod stuck out like the Pillar of Alexandria in the middle of Palace Square. Dressed, on the occasion of the heat, instead of jeans, spacious shorts did not restrict his freedom, and the trunk of the guy, resting on the girl's stomach, clearly demonstrated that his irrepressible desire. The girl slightly shuddered at his touch, but did not move away. Dima’s hand, leaving Oksana’s back, rushed down. Having run on a smooth, appetizing ass, dropped below, lay on the smooth skin of the thigh. The fingers gently and tenderly slid along the slender leg, slowly moving up. Moved back from the side, lifting the skirt, went higher. Carefully tried to penetrate from behind to the inner side of the thigh, but the tightly compressed legs of the girl were not allowed. A little bit more upstairs. Here is the place where the leg, ending, smoothly turns into a round ass. And now, and hiding the "maiden secret" panties. Dimkin palm passed under a thin fabric, clasping elastic buttocks.

- Not! - Simultaneously with Oksankina's hot whisper, the hand resolutely lowered Dimkin's paw below.

Dima again raised himself up, but already stroking the girl's ass over the panties. With this, Oksana did not fight. But when, Dimka's second hand also reached the slender, tanned legs and moved up, sliding already in front, Oksanka, catching her, moved to the crown of her chest, crowned with a sharp, hard papilla.

- Do not be there ...

Dimka, bending down, caught with his lips the remaining uncovered sharp top of another hillock. The girl shuddered, clinging to him.

- Well, please, dim! I already allowed you too much.

Oksanki's voice was interrupted. The body of the girl was torn to meet caress. Hugging hands hastily stroked the guy's hair, shoulders and back. Waiting, supple swelling of the breasts readily disappeared in his palms. A flat tummy, clinging, rubbing against a tight member that rests against it through shorts. The lips that asked to stop continued to search for kisses, but ... it was clear: Oksana would not allow more. And Dimka continued to use what he got.

Reaching Oksankina's ass, her hand squeezed her more and more, pressing the girl's lower abdomen against the guy's hips. The panties under the fingers were knocked down, allowing the palms to feel the smoothness of the girl's buttocks. Oksana did not argue. Clinging to each other, they swayed, as if making love. The lower abdomen, slightly spread legs, girls slid over Dima's thigh. The skirt on her leaped up, and Dimkin shorts, on the contrary, slowly crawled down to the joy of a member tearing from his pants. Stretching upwards, the trunk startled by excitement tried to look out.Dimka realized that the slippery head of the lubricant, having moved the elastic, had already crawled out of the fashionable narrow bottoms, and the shorts continued to crawl. A little more and his rod alive touches Oksaninoy skin. Only to avoid this, stop Dimon had no strength. The girl sighed softly when the wet, hot head drew the first sticky track on her tummy, but only pressed herself closer ...