Lenkina cottage was in the city and half past five they had already reached the site.

As such, the dacha was not there: a three-by-four shed stood in the middle of the plot, and when George entered inside, between the ceiling and his nape, his hand barely squeezed. Another uncomplicated structure stood in the far corner near the fence.

The girls, in T-shirts and leotards, robbed raspberries, and George, undressed to swimming trunks, dragged water from the river, to the shore of which there were a little more than a hundred steps downhill.

And so, when he made the last trip and the second barrel was filled, the girls in swimsuits came out of the shed.

Zhora looked at Verka, unable to ...

What happened next is described above.

- Joor! Come to us!

The girls are sunbathing on the bedspreads, and he was still lying in the grass. Member, well, did not want to calm down!

- Zhor!

This is Vera.

- Come on! Come to us! Do not be shy! We already understood everything ...

- Not girls! - added Lenka

Zhora felt his ears burned.

- Go! - again Vera - We will not pry.

And the girls, apparently no longer able to hold back, burst out laughing.

But, as soon as the secret became clear - the dick fell!

He got up and walked over to them: the girls lay so that the free space on the bedspreads was only between them.

And Zhora lay down, a little bit closer to Verka. And again, as in a movie theater, she, having groped his hand, put hers in.

They got up when the sun was down.

Poured over the cabbage.

Lit a fire.

Had dinner.

We sat by the dying fire and went to the shed.

They made a bed: Zhora on a sunbed by the wall with a door, girls on the couch near the opposite wall. The passage between his lounger and their couch was no more than half a meter.

- We are in the toilet

The girls came out of the Saray.

There were about fifty steps to the toilet, but hissing of urine behind the wall indicated that they were under the wall!

- You will go? - asked Lenka

- I do not want

Lenka closed on a hook and lay down on the couch by the wall. Verka went to the edge.

Zhora told them a joke. Bawdy.

“Vasily Ivanovich is sitting at the table, with his eyes fixed on a sprinkled potato.

Petka enters.

- Vasily Ivanovich, you, like Jawaharlal Nehru!

Vasily Ivanovich raises his eyes and replies - First, not Nehru, but Nyura! And secondly, who and how I harlal, none of your business, Petka! ”

The girls giggled, then whispered and laughed.

George closed his eyes.

Lenka and Verka were still whispering, tossing and turning, sprinkling a couple of times and finally settling down.

When they evenly, and at regular intervals, puffed, he turned on his right side. But it was uncomfortable, he lay on his back and turned to the left.

Vera looked at him and her eyes gleamed in the dark.

Georgy smiled, but Verka, still looking at him, did not smile, and it seemed to him that she was waiting for something.

On the left, too, was uncomfortable, he lay on his back and turned his head.

Vera looked at him.

She snored Lenka, then again, and after a couple of minutes, it became clear: she would not be able to sleep soon.

Lenka snored!

When her fingers touched her shoulder, Zhora turned his head.

Verka, with a smile, led her fingers over the skin down.

Stuffy night.

Stuffiness in the barn.

And almost his teeth were knocking, he was so sweet.

Her fingers, sliding on the skin, went down to the thigh, lingered for a second and moved ... now he was thrown into a fever!

Verkina, bent fingers, gently scratching the fabric of the bottoms, stretched to the penis!

And although, in the last two weeks, he fell asleep and woke up with the thought of by thiswhen this started, panicked.

"What if not to dick?"

Although, if the fingers reached for the eggs ... and nothing else, what else could his fingers reach for in his trunks ...

Reached out !!

Verkin's fingers, sticking into an excited member, circled him from the head to the eggs, from the eggs to the head, and then scraped through the trunks, clinging to the gum, but could only pull it sideways.

Verka moved and sat up. Her hand stroked a member.

- Where are you going?

Lenka tore her head from the pillow.

- Write! - Smiling Zhore - answered Verka.

Lenkin's head fell on a pillow and in half a minute the snoring resumed.

Pressing a finger to her lips, Verka got up and, clutching a member, pulled.

Georgy rose, Verka grabbed the blanket from his seat and, stepping silently, they opened the door and left.

The cold white light of the full moon, alas, was not refreshing. The coolness may come with the morning breeze, and now it's stuffy.

It is stuffy and quiet.

They went to the place where they were sunbathing, and Verka spread out a blanket. Standing back to him, let go of her braid and shook her head. Untied the ribbon and took off her swimsuit. She turned, took her hand and pulled, dropping on the bedspread.

- Take off!

She sat, he was kneeling.

Zhora took off swimming trunks and Vera, taking him by the hands, lay on his back, pulling him towards him. He leaned over and lay down on her. Vera closed her eyes, and clutching his face in her palms, pressed her lips and kissed her.

He answered carefully, caressing her lips with her lips, and Vera, passing a tongue through her teeth, penetrated into his mouth. Her tongue, then filled his mouth, almost reaching the throat, then teased with the tip, poking at his tongue. Finally, breaking the kiss, she whispered - Come into me!

He raised himself over the outstretched girl and, directing the member with his hand, pressed his head to his lips and froze ...

- Do not be afraid ... - Vera looked into her eyes –... I am unspoiled.

He plunged a member into a hot and sticky vagina. And when the head touched the cervix, she gasped and dug her fingers into his back. He lingered and slowly pulled out his penis, stretched out the whole, prodded several times on the lips and sank back to - Oooooh! And again slowly back - Loo! And again ... Oooooh! And again ... Nookoo! And, stretching a member, sharply thrusts! - Aaaaaaa! - She gasped and fingers whitened from the tension, karyabnula back. And he, without lingering and not pulling out the whole, makes frictions and her breathing quickens and slows down in unison with his rhythm, and when Vera gets tired and chokes, he clings his stomach to her stomach, starts to stick from bottom to top and she groans and lifts her head and begins to crawl under him and, hugging his shoulders, spreads his legs and lifts and, pushing his heels against his buttocks, pushes, increasing pressure on the clitoris, and wheezing, bends, and falls down relaxed, and calms down ...

He lies on her and waits ...

Vera opens her eyes - I'm everything! And you?

- Not in one eye

Vera smiles - Want to finish? - and smacking lips.

- Want!

- Finish off!

- But as?

Vera smacks again - as you wish!

- I want to go there ... - he slips his hand under her ass and presses his finger to the anus

- Are you a pervert? - but there is no annoyance in the voice.

Vera smiles - You probably thought that I would push you away. I work in the library and I came across a little book on sexopathology. The circulation was small and the booklet was issued only in the reading room.

Vera chuckled - they stole it anyway. I read it and I know about oral sex and anal sex. In this book, oral and anal sex is not called a perversion. But the book is not ours, translated. Therefore ... - she pushed him - ... I have to take the appropriate posture: kneeling. - Faith turned, becoming cancer - We, she, called differently. And smear anus with saliva. Also in this book read. And be careful! In the ass, as you poked in the vagina, it is impossible! Especially if the member is big.

Vera put her head in her hands - And you, big!

In the ass, he merged as soon as the head penetrated through the anal ring. And although the anal lasted only a few seconds, the sensations from him were remembered, and since that time, anal sex has become for him, a bit of a fetish!

They descended to the river and undermined. Returning, they took the coverlet, went in ... Read more →