meanwhile cut an apple in half.

- For interesting games! - I raised a toast. - It's great that you came up with it!

Olya silently drank and crunched an apple.

- Pasha? - Olga gave a voice. - I want to write! And there before-oj! Can I not go far into the bushes, and sit down behind a tent? It's still raining. BUT?

- Yes, no question at all! I can even escort you and guard! - I immediately volunteered.

- No, you have to hand out the cards, and do not peep, and I quickly. At the same time to the guys look. And do not even think of spying on me! - she showed me a cam, already at the exit of the tent.

I just smiled waved his head. I really wanted to hear Olenkin trickle murmuring, but no matter how I listened, all the noise was drowned out by the rain!

I looked at my mobile, it was the first hour of the night. From my still nothing was. "Well, to hell with it!" I thought, throwing the phone into the pocket of my backpack.

Olga returned. Olenka! As if reading my thoughts, she bent over the fan-spread cards and loudly smacked me on the lips, holding the kiss for a couple of moments.

- Well. Who will be the winner this time? - Olga praised, and I did not care. Her desires were no worse than mine.

The first time I blew, the second won. And damn, finally I was lucky! The third con was for me!

“I am listening to your desire,” said Olya calmly, collecting cards into the deck and lowering her eyes, although I almost physically felt how internally she was tense and agitated.

- You here said that I was ready to grind my tongue. I want to show what my language is still capable of. This is for a start, and then ...

- No, Pasha, please! I can't let you in there, especially with my tongue! I am without a shower, I did not wash, I can not. Let me do this task in the city, I owe you a favor. And now, well, something else that you want!

In principle, on such a favor in the city I agreed three times. This meant that our game would continue after returning from a hike. So far I did not know in what form this will all happen in the future, but on the whole, the perspective suited me. Moreover, she offered another desire.

I thought for a moment.

- Take off the T-shirt, - I asked.

Olya, without thinking, straightened her pants and pulled over her head, throwing it behind her. She did not shyly cover her breasts; on the contrary, she slightly turned her shoulders and lowered her head, looking at me with interest from under her long eyelashes. I felt the thrill of her body, her quick breathing from which her beautiful bosom rose and fell with maroon nipples, neat and small, as small as a walnut. I pulled the sweater over my head and again pounced on my hot captive. We wove our hands together, I randomly began to kiss her cheeks, lips, and when I got to her neck, Olya tilted her head back and groaned pleasantly. With my hot palms, I uninhabited the smooth skin of her breasts, gently pinching between her index finger and middle finger, her nipples hardened and burning with desire. Finally, my lips descended below, passing the collarbone, and I stepped onto the elastic plateau of her left breast. Olya breathed loudly and moaned when I ran my tongue around her little nipple, then pulling it into my mouth, then kissing my lips. Then I moved to the right breast, but it was not enough for me. I wanted more. And to hell with the game and the rules, to hell with hygiene and shower. Animal passion has already awakened in me, and I wanted this female. Naked cock rubbed on the rough fabric of her pants. She herself felt it and trembled with desire. I made an attempt to pull her pants off of her, but she began to disturb me with her hands, which provoked me even more! I threw her hands over her head and pressed both with one hand. Her eyes burned with passion, but she continued to resist.

Still holding her tight, I leaned over my ear and whispered:

- Do not, do not resist, bruises will remain on his hands, and this is useless. If you do not want, then nothing will happen, but it seems to me that you want no less than you, right?

My breath touched her tender skin on her neck, which made the girl goose bumps.

Spreading parched lips, she barely audibly whispered:

- So!

I didn’t expect to hear any other answer, which is why I frantically began to kiss her soft, goosebumped skin with kisses. I kissed behind the ear, going down to the neck, going over to the shoulder and kissing the velvety skin of the armpits (Olga's hands were still thrown back). My lips and tongue felt short hairs that had grown back in a few days of our hiking life, but this only added to my excitement and desire. I switched to breasts, tense and trembling, and my hand had already penetrated Olya's pants, overcoming the tight gum and thick fabric. She was still clutched and reluctantly, and then completely twisted out from under me and turned on her side and quickly pulled her pants down to her knees, then getting rid of them with her legs. Olya was lying on her side, turning to me an appetizing ass with elastic buttocks. Groping in the dark member and taking it in hand, the girl raised her leg and sent him to his hot crack. I impatiently began to poke the end into her crotch, but only scratched the bare head on the bristles of the hairs grown on the lips.

- Do not rush. Be careful. More gently, - Olja said, putting a member to a hot wet mink and bending over her back, leaned toward me.

Mink was tight, and I entered gradually, as if hammering in a member with short jolts. Olya moaned, clinging to my hand, but moving in a short movement towards me.

Through several entrances-exits, I was already more confidently moving in her slippery hole, then completely plunging into it, then almost completely leaving it.

Olya moaned sweetly, buried in a sleeping bag, to muffle the volume of her passion, and every time I slowly entered it, I trembled towards me with my ass. In the tent it became stuffy, our bodies were covered with perspiration. I frantically crushed her resilient breasts and kissed, or even began to lick my tongue the brackish skin of her shoulders and back. I inhaled the scent of her hair, and he circled my head, like the smell, and the thrill of her naked hot body. I maneuvered, then speeding up, then slowing down the pace, penetrated my fingers between the wet slippery sponges, feeling my bloated penis moving in the gentle hole of my girl. Olya's breathing became more frequent, her thin fingers dug into my thigh, she herself accelerated the rhythm until she froze on the highest note of her pleasure and immediately relaxed, either moaning or sobbing. I froze, letting the girl enjoy the moments of orgasm, holding her tightly to me. A minute later her breathing evened out, Olga regained consciousness. I myself was already on the verge of ending, I just didn’t know how to do it better, but I came to the rescue of Olya, whispering:

- I want you to cum in me.

- What are you? - I objected in a whisper.

- I'm sure! Do not be afraid, nothing will happen! I'm sure! Come on? - And the girl began to move the pelvis herself, increasing the pace. I could not disobey, and after a few moments I started, squeezing thick streams of sperm into my lover's deep bosom. She seemed to shudder with me.

- How hot! And how many! “I can feel your seed right inside me,” Olha whispered while I came to my senses.

- Are you sure ..., - I began, but Olya interrupted me:

- Tssssss. Quiet. You ruin everything! Sure!

She turned her head, her eyes flashed in the dim light of the flashlight, and immediately the girl’s dry lips felt for mine, her tongue penetrated my mouth and we kissed, and my dick was still in the hot cave of my mistress and was surprisingly hard.

I stroked my lower abdomen with my palm, feeling the short, short hairs and tender flesh of the female lips under my fingers.

The girl put her hand on top of mine and moving it about halfway between the navel and the clitoris, she whispered again:

- Here, only there inside I feel you. You swim in me!

For some time we lay in silence and under my palm there was a pulsing wreath on Olya's belly, then she again broke a silence in a whisper.

- I have to go. Dawn light soon!

I slipped out of the warm and cozy Olya mink and handed her a towel, whispering softly, - on, clean yourself up.

With the other end of the towel I wiped my wet cock.

Olya quickly and quickly dressed in crowded tents. Smacking me on the lips, she gently stuck her head out of the entrance, listened for a moment and got out completely, disappearing right there in a rainy drizzle.

I could not sleep for a long time, agitated by the incident. On the one hand, to change my wife, and even to instruct my friend in the horns, was not in my plans at all, but on the other hand, with a shudder recalling the events of that evening, an exciting card game and our victories and losses, which resulted in forbidden desires, made me tremble and make I feverishly sought the opportunity to once again be alone with Olya and repeat the events of this evening, to dismiss my conscience and other labudas.

What options would I have tried, nothing came to mind except to prolong the hard drinking of my fellow colleagues for one more day, for which I decided, under some pretext, to go to the city again and return with an alcohol reserve. Well, the guys will not be against such a development of events at all, and the campaign and all our plans still went to pieces, this is the first and last point of our standing and from here we will return home and then put up with my wife, look at the guys in sober eyes .. In general, again, I suffered, I stretched out my hand, feeling for the cold neck of the bottle, sipped from the neck, how much I could at a time, felt how it burned in the stomach. He dug deeper into a sleeping bag and, with thoughts of Ole, fell asleep in a few minutes.