why Nastya is trying to free herself from my embraces, I already broke up and only pressed her closer to me!

- Wait! Wait, she prayed, and her face became preoccupied, the girl looked around dancing and dancing on one or the other leg.

- Oooo! I'm running out now! - she admitted.

- I turn away? I asked, opening my arms, but the girl could hardly hear the meaning of my words. She has already made a decision and frantically unzipped her jeans. Quickly pulling them down to her knees, Nastya sat down and after a moment I heard a trickle burst out and murmured between her legs.

- Ufff. How nice! - she sighed with relief. It was not hot, and a cloud of steam was rising from her pool, bringing to me the peculiar smell of vitamins.

Nastya podnatuzhilas and tight jet burst from her with a new force and hit my rubber boot, continuing to beat at him with a bell murmur.

- Sorry! - the girl raised her eyes and looked at me. From the moment she crouched down, Nastya would not let go of my hand, as if holding onto me. - Today all day some kind of incontinence. Probably less than yesterday watermelon had to eat. - Guilty justified girl.

The situation was really piquant. The girls have never written in my presence, and even holding my hand, irrigating my rubber boots with my little stream and even talking to me. I never knew what such a simple and possibly shameful event could be so exciting. Finally, Nastya noticed this too, turning her gaze to the knoll on the left leg.

“What have we got here?” - She asked, stroking the fingers of the other hand, a hilly solid trunk.

And I thought, what the hell to break half a day and unbuttoned jeans fished out of them a member.

- That's what's here! - I answered the question. Nastya, as if a separate creature living from me, looked at the crack of her single eye, my end. The skin on it was not lowered and from under the stretched foreskin only a part of the head looked at the girl.

- What a great! - Nastia whispered taking him in his hands and lowering the skin to the very base of the head. Her hands were cold and wet, and the touch felt nice in the testicles and goose bumps ran down the scrotum.

I did not consider my member to be very huge (I saw him in a bathhouse for men and maybe more), but the compliment of my neighbor in the dormitory flattered me.

In the meantime, her neat taut mouth was already taking a member in itself. After the cold fingers, her hot tongue was a nice contrast. Masha did not indulge me in this way, somehow in our relations oral affection was not accepted and now I enjoyed a half-forgotten feeling when a girl caresses you with her mouth. When she let out my end from her mouth, it was pleasantly blown by the autumn breeze, and behind the girl's tongue stretched a thin shiny thread of viscous lubricant. Stretching, this transparent thread broke off at the thinnest point, and its half rushed to Nastya on the lower lip, then dripping from it with a tiny droplet on her chin.

The girl drove the head around the plump lips, from which they glittered and shine, and then immersed the penis deep in her mouth until the head rested against the neck.

I already hoped to fill these persistent shameless lips with sperm, as Nastya last time released a member from her mouth and began to rise.

- My ass is already frozen. Autumn in the yard after all.

Again, her face was a couple of tens of centimeters from mine, wet from saliva and my juices, I felt a spicy scent coming from her lips, she waited and I kissed, despite the fact that a couple of moments ago my cock was prickling her lips. Her taste was now slightly salty, with a musky hue and excited me even more. She never pulled on her pants, and I stroked and squeezed her smooth skin with my hands and really cold, bare buttocks.

Nastya with all the passion responded to my kiss, and her cold fingers frantically fingered the tense end.

The girl suddenly pulled away from me.

- Wait. Let's go to. - She took my hand and pulled me to a nearby apple tree, whose thick, gnarled trunk about a meter from the ground dispersed into two trunks thinner, forming a fork like the letter U.

Nastya turned her back and leaned with her hands on the trunks diverging to the sides, and then bent over in the lower back, opening the entrance to my secret cave.

White rounded buttocks turned into steep, slender hips, on the inner side of which tiny amber droplets glittered in the sun - the consequences of its murmuring swift stream. And between the legs there were tender plump sponges, covered at the edges with a damp curly fuzz. My cock quivered with a stake, languishing in the desire to sink into hot, sticky flesh. And I entered. Tight, energetic, deep. Nastya screamed and happily purred from pleasure. I stopped for a couple of seconds, listening to the sensations. The member was surrounded on all sides by the gentle elastic walls of the female vagina, Nastya even gradually stimulated him by squeezing and weakening the internal muscles. Cold buttocks nicely touched my thighs and abdomen. I gripped her waist tightly, and under my fingers the elastic flesh trembled. I somehow passed on the impatience of the girl and I slowly began to pull the penis out of her narrow, unwilling to let go of me, the mink, so that again I could dive with a slurping sound, sliding along the richly oiled walls of the vagina. Nastya only grabbed the fork of the tree harder when I entered the rhythm and with deep, monotonous movements I began to stick my penis as far as I could. Nastya was moaning with every thrust and my legs were splashing loudly about her fluttering buttocks.

I finished quickly, did not have the strength to endure, with a champing I tore a member from the blessed abyss and fatly lowered the taut jets of sperm to the quivering buttocks, the tail bone, the lower back and the crack that separates the ass into two rounded halves. Smeared a member of sperm on a smooth white skin from which it formed thick stains. Squeezing and shaking off the last drops, I slapped the head over the wet skin and began to refuel. Nastya straightened, pulled on pale pink panties, on which wet spots from my sperm immediately appeared, and then, turning to me, she tugged at me and fastened her jeans.

Her face was crimson, I don’t know from shame or from passion, but the paint on her face made the girl even more attractive and desirable.

- I like it! - she purred

- repeat? - I asked in response.

- Only not here!

Throwing backpacks full of fruit on our shoulders, we walked home. But along with apples and pears, we took with us the forbidden fruit that we tasted in this silent clearing. Several times we stayed in secluded places, where we kissed passionately and passionately, until we started to shudder!

We had to hurry, we had several more hours at our disposal until the evening and we planned to spend them usefully.

P. S. All this happened ten years or even twelve years ago. Much has happened over the years. Each of us has our own family and two children. We are closely friends and communicate with families. But sometimes we meet Nastya alone and indulge in carnal delights, again and again tasting our forbidden fruit, which over the years only becomes sweeter and more desirable.

Are we lovers? Not! In no case. We are just very good friends!

Friends who sometimes, secretly from others make love ...