(all characters and circumstances invented)

Finally, you can take a break from the stifling audience, from the boring company of fellow students, from the annoying harassment of lustful old teachers. Summer! I want to go to the beach and cool water. To my joy, this opportunity was provided to me by my fellow student Katka's offer to go for a week to her grandmother and grandfather in the village. I really liked the prospect of escaping from the heat of the city.

We communicated with Katka not too closely, we just studied together. She did not know anything about the second secret side of my personal life. The life of a finished whore with pleasure pleased any man who has the courage to run his hand under my skirt or under my bra. She believed that I was a notorious connoisseur, living the gate life, having no guys and who, in her opinion, was simply necessary to bring to life. Oooh, if my girlfriend knew that I earned all my excellent marks at the sessions, seducing almost all the teachers of our uni men during the first year. I surrendered to them on the tables in the laboratories, on the mats of the gym or just doing blowjob in the teaching toilet. Such an ignorance of a fellow student suited me very well. With her proper upbringing, the truth about me would be a shock to her. And I tried not to dispel her naive views on life.

Katya warned me that her grandfather, who had come to the city for this purpose, would take us to the village. Therefore, I decided not to save money in the amount of the most varied items. After all, not on the train will have to shake with a bag. A friend promised to pick me up right from under the house.

I terribly do not like to be late, and therefore when Katka called, that they were on the porch, I was already standing downstairs with my bags. When my friend's grandfather, driving up, got out of the car to help me dive, his appreciative glance reminded me of the views of my lustful uni professors. He glanced at my figure from my chest, my nude flat tummy with the brilliant piercing in my navel, to my ultra short shorts that I made from old jeans, and further down. From his gaze, my stomach ached.

"Pancake. Old dog And there too! ” - I thought, smiling at him with my signature charming smile. It worked reflexively. I did not even have time to think, but I reacted like a lustful bitch. Yes, a year of dealing with old male uni did not go in vain. I turned into a real fucking reacting to any man.

Katka, drowned in the back seat under the trunks and the cage with her cat, shouted to me: “Nastya, hello! This is my grandfather Igor Stepanovich. My grandfather is my fellow student Nastya. ”

"Very nice, Nastya." - said Igor Stepanovich, continuing to undress me with his eyes.

"Mutually". - I smiled, defiantly looking him straight in the eyes - very nice to meet you. ”

“Nastya, sit forward. Behind everything is busy things. " - said Katyukha, who did not notice the views exchanged between her grandfather and her friend.

"OK. I will look ahead. ” - I smiled, and fluttered into the front seat of the car. At the same time, I felt a slap on my ass of the heavy hand of Katka’s grandfather. "And the grandfather is still ogogo." - I thought, settling in the front seat. At the same time, she sat down as close as possible to the driver and therefore all the way, when changing gears, Igor Stepanovich’s callused hand touched my knee.

At the end of the road he, taking advantage of the fact that his granddaughter had dozed off, put his hand on my knee. I looked up and looked at him, and met his gaze. After I smiled and looked away, his hand confidently crept up from the knee to the shorts.At the same time, his fingers slid along the inside of my thigh. From his touch threw me into a fever. I was afraid of one thing so that Katya would not wake up and did not see that her grandfather was pawing her friend. But when his fingers, sliding over my skin, touched the fabric of the shorts, I forgot from the excitement of all fears. Grandfather smiled, feeling that the supple bitch was already wet, and he started to keep me looking out of the road with confident movements of his fingers. Not a couple of minutes passed like me, pretty excited by the situation, finished, with Igor Stepanovich’s hand holding my hips in ecstasy. It was just super !!! So I have not finished yet.

We safely arrived to the village, lost in the vast expanses of grain fields. We were very warmly welcomed by Katina’s grandmother, who was not an old woman at all. I was placed in a separate room, with windows overlooking the endless wheat field. With a pleasant anticipation of further rest and adventure, I fell asleep without hind legs.

Awakening was sweet and sweet. A pleasant breeze blew through the open window, the deafening chirping of birds came. I stretched and gladly got out of bed. The house was very quiet, and as I was in one long T-shirt in which I was sleeping, I went to the kitchen, which was the central room of the house. When I went into the kitchen, I saw on a table on a plate pancakes covered with a newspaper and a note written by Katin underscore.

“Nastya.

Grandma and I went to the farm. We will be for dinner. Breakfast on the table. Do not be bored.

Katya".

I lifted the newspaper and grabbed a pancake lying on top. Mmmmmmm yummy!

Then, the front door creaked, and Igor Stepanovich entered the kitchen. He was clearly hot, apparently working in the sun.

"Good morning!". - I muttered, smiling. In this case, completely forgetting that I was standing in front of him in a translucent t-shirt, barely covering my buttocks.

“Hmm, good. Beauty". He grunted, walking his eyes over the dark nipples and bare bare feet that showed through the thin fabric.

I continued to eat delicious pancakes, in a hurry without thinking to sit at the table. Suddenly a callused hand dived under the edge of a T-shirt and confidently lay down on a clean-shaven pussy, and on the other hand the other hand lay on my chest, holding my nipple to pain.

“As I saw your look yesterday, I understood that you were Shmara. Like when a man ruins you? Ah, Shmara? - Katin grandfather said softly in my ear.

I was dumbfounded by his rude words and unceremonious paws, but at the same time I felt rolling excitement. Nobody ever talked to me like that or spoke to me. It was so cool to feel like a helpless doll in the rough hands of this far from old man. And his words caused a storm of emotions in me.

"Yeah ... like." I murmured, squeezing his hand with my hips.

"Hmmm. Good fucking. He growled, and with a slight push he made me lean forward. Then, with a jerk, I pulled the t-shirt over my head, and I felt a wet and hot cock between my buttocks, which poked into the lips of my pussy with a hard stake. And then unceremoniously and rudely entered me to its full length.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh" !! - I could not hold back the cry of pain. After all, the pussy was completely dry and did not expect an invasion. But a moment later, after he had gone out and entered again, the pain gave way to such excitement that I just completely destroyed the roof. Katin Grandfather squeezed my waist and stuck me on his huge cock like a little doll. I tried to stand on my toes, but even this did not work out for me and occasionally my legs hung in the air. He dug my bosom, each blow resting his head on the cervix, which gave me indescribable pleasure. It was just super !!!

I was almost unconscious from excitement when a wave of ecstasy covered me. And I hung a doll shaking in ecstasy in the strong hands of my lover. Apparently my ecstasy did not go unnoticed for him. Igor Stepanovich abruptly stepped out of me, turned me towards him and pushing my shoulder put me on my knees.I was an experienced girl, so I gladly took his monster in my mouth and began to process it with a tongue. But it was not there!!! The old libertine grabbed my hair, fixing my nape in his strong palm, and began to fuck me rudely and unceremoniously. Here I was used to a joke with a banana, which I learned to argue when I was still in school. Grandfather fucked me forcing my penis straight into my throat until it stops, so I rested my face against his pubis. At the same time, he paused, enjoying the sensations of the penis in the girl's throat, took out the penis, and drove him back. I barely had time to take a breath of air before the monster closed my throat again.

This went on for a couple of minutes, until I felt the throbbing of his penis in my throat and then a stream of hot, viscous and brackish sperm filled my mouth. Without any hesitation, I swallowed her, but there was so much sperm that part of her through the corners of her mouth poured out on her chin, and from it onto the shirt and onto the floor.

Feelings were not transferable. I knelt in front of my classmate's grandfather, who had just fucked me like the last bitch, and licked drops of his sperm from my lips. I felt so cool only when I first gave my professor at the beginning of my first year. So cool to feel like a bitch in the eyes of a man.

Igor Stepanovich tucked up his pants, straightened his shirt, and went outside without turning into a young whore on his knees - “A good bitch.” - it came already from the doorway.

"Awesome morning!" - flashed through my head.

To be continued.