The gray haze of the November dawn enveloped a sullen training ground with projectiles of an obstacle course protruding from the ground like instruments of torture. Brilliant grass from the first frost, withered grass, treacherously slid under the soles of the state-owned low shoes. Mouths gasped for air, but every muscle still ached from oxygen starvation, it was getting dark in the eyes. A platoon of soldiers, recruits, without respite after the march in full combat display, went on the line of the obstacle. Private Konstantin Chernov, with a run, burst into the Maze, intercepting cold pipes with his hands. Only one desire pounded in my head - to bring my emaciated body to the last line - a trench for shooting and throwing grenades. After him rest. May be. Unless the lieutenant decides otherwise. And if there is no halt, he will die right here, on this withered grass covered with hoarfrost. The maze is passed, and he is already running up the dirty, rotten board to the “Destroyed bridge”. Awkwardly set foot suddenly slips off! The dull world starts spinning wildly. Blow and darkness. Gradually returning consciousness, as if by the way notes that it was not painful. Why was it not painful? Light penetrates through the eyelids. But another is bright, sunny. Eyes slowly open. Where is he? In a military hospital? Or maybe already in the next world?

The room was quite light because of the curtains not drawn the day before. A fresh breeze played with tulle fabric. Measuring time on the wall barely audibly ticking quartz clock - showing eight minutes to eight. Naughty sunbeams were worn on the ceiling. For a minute Kostya lay still, afraid to frighten off this wonderful obsession. From the coming understanding that he actually is in soft pastel, on the wonderful resort “Island of Desires”, the heart let go. The feeling of anxiety from a nightmare, was replaced by a feeling of happiness and fullness of life.

Turning his head, he finally became completely convinced that all this was not a dream. Next to him lay a beautiful naked woman who was eighteen years older than him. Natalya Vladimirovna blithely slept on her side, slightly bending her legs under herself and exposing a big delicious ass. Blond curls of her hair scattered on snow-white linen. Gentle aroma and helplessness of a warm female body, immediately awakened in him the main instinct of the male. The dick was starting to quickly straighten out with pulsing blood pushes. Obeying suddenly surging irresistible desire, Kostya moved closer and aimed the gaining strength of the male organ between the halves of her warm buttocks. Sensitive head felt slippery flesh, ready to defiantly invade the holy-saints. But the woman, in the sweet morning slumber, having guessed about the intentions of the young lover, slightly moving away, whispered faintly:

- Kostya, my dear ... let's sleep an hour more, bunny ...

“Good Aunt Natasha,” he reluctantly conceded.

Gently moving away from the woman turned over on his stomach, he didn’t have to do anything to slowly throw off the blanket and began to look at his penis. Elastically, an 18-centimeter unit sticking out of a mop of black-black hair, with a large, shiny piston-shaped head really looked like a work of ancient art. Straining the muscles of the pelvis, he repeatedly shook the dick up and down, admiring the power of the viviparous organ.How many more aunts Natasha, Lenam, Katya or Tanya he has to enter into the vagina this wonderful leather syringe for the injection of warm seed? How many gentle ladies' mouths will enclose his phallus in a sweet captivity and blow out the contents of his testicles without a trace?

On the "Island of Desires" his friend has a lot of work to do! After having completed the course of the young fighter, as reminded of today's dream and three months in the training unit, this is just the second week of service at the resort. And there are still 18 months ahead! From pleasant thoughts, the tip of the head made a transparent drop of viscous fluid. However, the narcissism session was soon interrupted. The woman, groping for his hand pulled her to her:

- Hold me boy ... I want to feel you ...

He silently turned and wrapped her in a tender embrace. Gradually, the sleepiness again clouded his mind, and he, with a blissful smile on his lips, fell into a sweet morning sleep. Now he dreamed of the sea. Yachts with colored sails stretched by elastic wind. The cries of gulls and the freshness of greenish waves and the naked women lying on the beach. So forty more minutes passed, and maybe an hour. The next time Kostya woke up from the feeling that Natalya Vladimirovna gently caressed his testicles with her hand and gently pulled off the skin on the standing penis. Under his right hand, he felt the nipples on the woman's fleshy breasts wrinkled, she was excited and wanted to fuck.

Saying nothing, Konstantin got up and moved between her legs, stopping for a moment to admire the picture that had opened. He was always fascinated by the look of his own tense cock, frozen in readiness before the open, let out muddy cunt. Without a trace, she surrenders, a woman who suits him in his mother’s age, flattened herself before him, shamelessly spreading her legs. White breasts with areolae shriveled with excitement, spread over the rib cage, head tilted to the side, eyelids covered in anticipation of heavenly pleasure. The defenseless, soft body radiated warmth and a delicate feminine scent.

After another couple of moments and a tense member entered into the sheer flesh of the vagina, to the accompaniment of her sensual sigh. Natalya Vladimirovna's body strained in readiness to participate in the common cause, and Kostya felt how the sharp tips of female nails dug into his strong buttocks. With a few gentle, but strong shocks, he overcame the slippery tunnel by leaning on the head of the penis into the cervix. Then he slowly and sensually began to fuck a woman, watching the reaction of her body.

“Good morning, Kostenka! ...” she whispered with a gasp.

- Good morning, Aunt Natasha! - The young man replied, looking into her already wide, attentive eyes, feeling the elastic muscles of the vagina caressing his penis with every thrust.

Their intercourse is no longer a stormy act of passion, but a deliberate act, designed to give both of them maximum pleasure.

- Do not hurry the baby ... So ... ta-ak ... make your beloved mom nice ...

A few days ago, Kostya, like other young men, was attracted by short-term pleasant adventures. He did not imagine that he could become dependent on the female vagina. But now I felt some kind of magical power that was drawing him, coming from this female witch, who was spinning her head and promising extraterrestrial bliss. Time after time, his dick was elastically gushing with blood at the slightest hint that the situation favors the act of love. Despite the good nutrition, he was noticeably thinner - she pulled the juice out of it. His whole body and mind were enslaved by Natalia Vladimirovna's insatiable pussy. Aunt Natasha, as he called her. He almost never looked at other women! Each time, immersing his phallus in her bosom, he immediately began to feel a pleasantly increasing sweetness, dizzy like a drug. Now he had no doubt that he was dealing with a real witch, he adored her and was ready to love her hourly! However, an experienced charmer kept him in a gentle but strong rein, inflaming his youthful passion even more.They fucked no more than three, four times a day, although the young man could have done even ten sexual acts. However, Aunt Natasha loved to take in her mouth, sometimes rewarding in this way the young lover, in the most unexpected places. The last time she sucked him when they were walking along the ocean shore, they stumbled upon two couples making love at once. Those obviously prepared for intercourse in the lap of nature, because the ladies of forty were lying on specially brought bedding, and the young men slowly loved them lying on top. Secretly watching from the outside is always interesting! ...