I got lost at night, and even when it was light, I could not understand where I was. The navigator in the car shamelessly lied, claiming that I am in the middle of a lake. Neither oncoming cars, nor locals, I have not seen for a long time. Therefore, noticing in the morning mist a figure lonely wandering along the road, I sighed with relief and slowed down. The figure has grown, and turned into a girl. Hearing the noise of the engine, she went to the side of the road and stopped. Very young, 18 years old, slim, brown hair braided in a thick braid to the priests. In a light summer dress she looked both simply and damn sexy at the same time. While I was looking at her, she was looking at my big jeep with interest, probably, in their places such come across infrequently. I drove up, said hello and asked for directions. The girl began to explain, her voice was pleasant, and her accent was unusual, and I could not understand what. Not “okane”, but there was something rural in it, in the city you don't often hear that.

“And then there will be a turn to the right,” the girl continued to explain, “but you will definitely miss it yourself, there is an almost imperceptible road.” If you want, I can go with you, show.

- Yes, of course, thank you - I was a little surprised at the courage of the girl who got into the car to an unknown peasant. I wrote it off to the fact that I had a kind of trust.

- Marusya - the girl just introduced herself, getting into the car. - That is, so mum calls me, and friends Masha.

The girl was talkative.

- Alexey - I decided to omit the middle name, although I was ten years older than her.

We went, and I tried to find a topic for conversation. Even on the road, I noticed that the girl was walking barefoot, and carrying shoes in her hands. And in the car I saw that Masha actually had a sandal.

- Returning from the ball, and the carriage turned into a pumpkin?

- What? - I did not understand the girl.

- I lost my shoe - I pointed with a nod.

Masha looked at her sandal, not crystal, but quite simple, and suddenly burst into tears. I, of course, began to console her and ask her. Gradually it turned out the whole, rather banal, story. Disco (about the ball, I guessed), travel by car, vodka. The composition of the company changed all the time, Masha slept a dream, and when she woke up, she found herself in the car at once with two completely unfamiliar “princes”. At this point in the story, I decided that she was crying because she was raped. It turned out not: she gave them almost at will, in the sense that they did not ask her, but she was not strongly opposed either. And she cried because one of the guys, pulling off her pants, in a fit of passion tore them. And when she, after all, already noticed it, and began to scream at the guys, she was simply thrown out of the car, and drove away. She still had to run naked behind the car across the field, until they took pity and threw her clothes after her. And in the confusion one sandal either stayed in the car, or the girl could not find it in the dark. And now Nurse Masha will kill, both for being late, and for cowards, and especially for the lost sandal.

I sympathized aloud, but in general the story aroused me greatly. The girl’s calm attitude to the way a couple of strangers fucked her gave me a reason to believe that I could get lost too.

“Okay, don't cry - I got into my wallet and pulled out a couple of bills.” - Look, they can be yours. Enough for shoes and new panties.

It was possible, of course, to try to dissolve it without money, but I decided to act for sure, you never know, all of a sudden it is now, in the light of recent events, offended by the entire male gender, and decides to stick to more strict morals. Besides, I really felt sorry for her. However, not enough to solve its financial problems without getting anything in return.

- What should I do? - despite her youth, Masha, it seems, already knew that men just do not make gifts. Nevertheless, she quickly grabbed the money, as if she was afraid that I would change my mind.

- What do you think? - I put my hand on the girl's knee.

Masha did not even attempt to reset it. Means, agreed.I turned off the road, drove over tall bushes and turned off the engine. On the other hand was a clear field. Despite all the ease of accessibility, Masha kept some complexes. For example, she began to object to a blowjob. How, pussy in your mouth! However, her former gentlemen may not have washed for months.

- And what, those two did not make you suck?

- Not. I never did that at all.

“But they did not help you, as I did — I nodded at the bills.” - Come on, it's not scary - I hugged the passenger by the neck and gently pressed down, bending it to the dick, already looking out of the unbuttoned pants.

Bending towards my groin, Masha hesitated for a while, and I did not rush her. After all, the first blowjob of a girl, if not lying, of course. We must be patient. Even without touch, from her one glance, my body quickly became filled with blood and stuck right into the girl's lips. She shuddered, then smacked her head. So maybe not lying about the first time. We'll have to teach the girl.

- Pull the skin and take it in your mouth. Hold your hand. Yes, you save money, I will not take it.

Masha obeyed, but did not release the money, but put it in her left hand, taking the right member at the base. I noticed how her nails were cut short. In urban swells it does not happen, it is clear that the girl often works with her hands. Damn, well, exactly Cinderella. However, the palms were still very gentle. It is unlikely that they will remain so for a long time, but this does not concern me. The main thing is that now the future milkmaid (or who she is there) is as fresh as the morning dew.

Having immersed the head in her mouth, Masha hesitated.

- Well, come on, up and down - I pressed on the back of the girl's head, setting the pace. - Move the tongue. Now myself. Here, smarty.

I removed my hands. The first minute Masha moved her head a little mechanically, but gradually got a taste, and began to swallow with some kind of greed. Here is addicted, and the future husband will be grateful to me for the grave. To make it easier, Masha climbed her knees on the passenger seat. I slowly ran my hand over her back to the priests, and the girl immediately lifted her ass up. At first I pawed through the dress, then I gathered a light fabric at the waist. Panties on Masha was not. Well, yes, she said that they were broken. Now he earns money on new ones. Going further still, I plunged two fingers into the oozing chink.

- Oh, did you like to suck?

Masha released a member and looked up at me.

- At first it was strange, but now ...

- It was a rhetorical question - I interrupted her.

- What?

- Suck, say.

Masha pouted her lips, but her pussy responded to my rudeness with a sweet spasm. Again, taking in her mouth, the girl for the first time returned to the detached manner of sucking, apparently trying to show me how offended she was. But she did not last long, and soon again, mumbling with pleasure, swallowed the dick. For the first time, if it was him, she got pretty deep. Probably just natural talent.

I pulled my fingers from the hot vagina. Masha groaned with disappointment and twisted her ass, trying to catch them again. Having teased the girl a little bit, I again inserted three fingers, and this time deeper. Masha, in response, groaned and let the dick go even further, so that the head rested in the throat.

Playing with the girl in this way, I enjoyed a blowjob for a few minutes, then removed her head and put on a condom. A puzzled machine look confirmed me in the thought that I was doing everything correctly - it seems that my partner had a remote idea about contraception. I took off my shoes, completely took off my trousers, after which I got out of the car and, walking around it on the other side, opened the door. Masha without my team backed down on all fours, putting out her ass and dirty feet through the open door. Naked ass looked very appetizing, as well as seen from the slit of the cunt, shiny with discharge. But first of all my attention was attracted by the marks on the delicate skin of the buttocks.

- What is it?

- Where? - Masha looked around, not realizing what could surprise me.

I ran my finger over the pope. Already healed, but the scar can still grope. In general, the skin is very smooth ...