Ivan Yevgenich didn’t think of Dasha as a sexual object. Well, that is ... it is clear that not a single healthy man, looking at Dasha, a young, poured with pink juice, would think of her only as a “student Molokaeva,” but still this thought lived in a safe corner of his “me "Without attracting too much attention.

And from the fact that Ivan Evgenich invited her on a journey together, nothing has changed. He always did this by inviting both female students and students. The spring hike to the mountains, accompanied by his pets, had long become a ritual for him, which the entire institute knew about. Usually it was a company of 3-4 people, but sometimes it turned out that Ivan Evgenich had only one satellite. Or companion.

And now it happened: who was ill, who had his own plans ... in the end, only Dasha remained. Not the strongest, by the way, his student - and, accordingly, not the most beloved. Perhaps Ivan Evgenich would have preferred Luda Karavaikina to go with him - no less effective than Dasha, but at the same time capable and diligent, as ... as ...

But Dasha went. It so happened, and Ivan Evgenich did not regret it. He adored when, in an informal setting, the official husk flew off his guys, and now he secretly got drunk from Dasha's freckles and glittering eyes. At such moments, he himself seemed young and strong. This doping was enough for him until the summer holidays, and he did not claim anything more.

So everything would have happened, as always - piquant, exciting and quite decent - if not ...

If it were not for one circumstance in which there was nothing of a sort: Dasha rubbed the skin on the inside of her thighs. And not just anywhere, but right under the panties.

Ivan Evgenich knew well what a crappy business: in his rich tourist practice this happened more than once, and once everything ended in inflammation and temperature. He then had to carry on a stretcher. Apparently, Dasha was threatened with the same misfortune: she was barely able to fly, leaning on Ivan Evgenich, to the hotel, and her forehead was hot - either from a lift, or from a sore.

How to act in such cases, Ivan Evgenich knew perfectly. The ointment, which raised him to his feet in two days, was with him. Therefore, it is not necessary, probably, to condemn him for the fact that he never could not resist ...

- No panties ?! - blushing Dasha.

- Well yes. The skin must be ventilated, otherwise it will not heal. At least two days, - Ivan Evgenich assured her, trying with all his might not to blush himself.

- Ah ... but what about ...

- Well, what to do, Dash. We are still lucky to have this ointment. Quickly undress, and ...

- Ahhhh! - that squeal from the bathroom. - How sick ... I can not even touch there! - she complained to him, sticking out her blond head.

- Just wash your shower! Make warm water, and light such a stream ... And a little bit with soap. Well, at least a little ...

“Iiiii! ...” squealed poor Dasha, and then she hobbled, sobbing, into the room. She was wearing a T-shirt and a towel over the hips. (He and Ivan Evgenich rented a room with separate beds.)

- It is necessary to smear well, and then rub it again! - Ivan Evgenich explained to her, going out into the corridor. He had no idea how to proceed, but, as much as he could, he diligently kept the gentleman’s brand.

- Iiiiiy! Can't be! Bolnooo! - was heard from behind the door. Ivan Evgenich waited, how many forces, persuading Dasha to suffer, but ...

Yet he was a mere mortal.More precisely - the mortal man.

Therefore, after waiting for his gentlemanly five minutes, he resolutely headed towards Dasha, who was pulling the blanket with a jerk.

“Spread it,” he ordered, turning cold. Dasha did not budge, and he threw the blanket away. - Well! - Ivan Evgenich pressed on his pale knees. - Spread it apart until the end! ..

Dasha finally succumbed to him, throwing open a picturesque view of IT, purple and large, like an adult aunt. The inflammation below reddened.

- Soooo ... Be patient! - muttered Ivan Evgenich, carefully lubricating sore spots. Dasha howled - either from pain, or from shame, or from both. - Terpy, Molokaeva ...

Finally, the execution was over, and he moved away from the tearful Dashi.

- And now what?

- Nothing. So, be like this all the time - without panties, with your legs spread apart to be aired, - said Ivan Evgenich, he was chill from his words. - No need to walk, better sit or lie down. I look after you, so be it ...

- Can I throw something on top?

And here Ivan Evgenich tilted his soul.

“No, you can't,” he said, although he was not at all sure of that. - The most important thing is to air the sore spot. After all, you will be hiding at night ... No, Molokaeva, you will have to sit, as in childhood, with a gopopoy. Spread the legs, what are you! ... Spread them well!

***

All day long Dasha spent pussy unbuttoned. There was only a T-shirt on the red-eyed girl who was stunned with shame, reaching her to the navel.

All day Ivan Evgenich stayed uptight, unnatural, fussy type, carrying all sorts of crap and constantly thinking about her - about naked Dasha's pussy, pricked his eyes and eggs.

It was ridiculous, honestly - it seems that Ivan Evgenich in his life had seen enough, perechupal and perebala these pink mollusks, so tasty sliding under the excited eldoy ... "Stop! What are you thinking about? ”Shouted his inner voice. - “After all, this is just a cunt. Didn't you know all this time that Dasha also has it? Just pussy ... "

“Spread it,” he asked Dasha, and she resignedly substitute for his fingers, which applied ointment to the inflamed skin. As if by chance they touched the purple petals of the bud (“sticky! My Dasha is flowing!” - Ivan Evgenich grew cold), and Dasha every time trembled - as if from pain.

- Does it hurt? - Ivan Evgenich asked her.

“Yeah," she moaned, not raising her eyes.

- Well nothing. Will pass. Pass-pass, - he sang and circled around the room, cursing himself.

In the dream, he fucked like a bad rabbit, who and with whom and where, and his eggs ached, wanting to be easier in half-eaten, which they had long forgotten how to do. The first thing he saw in the morning was Dasha's naked pussy, gaping on the edge of the bed.

Ivan Evgenich swallowed noisily, his eyes crossed with Dasha and looked away.

- How are you? - He croaked, hiding his drin under a blanket.

- It seems better ...

- Come here.

Dasha approached him.

He could hug her hips and draw to him. Could mouth his mouth in the shameless sash, because of which even the air in the room seemed to vibrate and whine, like his eggs. Could just touch them and feel their sticky moisture ...

But he just stared at the inflammation, which had become much paler overnight.

- It hurts less, huh?

- It seems yes ...

- Let me get some more. Good morning, by the way ...

Dasha was already quite able to smear herself. But she obediently brought ointment, sat down next to Ivan Evgenich and threw open her legs.

- So, soooo ... - he moaned, smearing the gel in the elastic Dashinu flesh. His fingers, as before, slightly touched the forbidden place, and Dasha puffed.

- Painfully?

- Yeah ... ohhh!

Little finger Ivan Evgenicha touched the sticky gap between the petals, and Dasha could not help but moan.

And it would be okay ... but at this very moment, she managed to look at him, and his - at her.

Nutro Ivan Evgenicha burned icy fire. Apparently, the same thing happened with Dasha, because she groaned again (quietly, barely audibly), and Ivan Evgenich saw this moan in her eyes. He held up his hand ...

... and the next moment his fingers were already crushing the wet middle. Initially, slowly, then faster and more demanding - and now he was jerking off, frankly jerking off Dasha's pussy, and she puffed, pulling out her pubis.Her lips moved — Dasha wanted to say something, but instead of words, moans broke out of her, louder and louder — and now she threw back her head, rolled her eyes and squeezed, sobbing, her pointed breasts under a T-shirt ... “aaaaa !. .. "- the pubis reared up, the hips danced, sitting down on the hand - cums, honey, cums, sweet ...