1. Meeting on the river
Standing over the flowing waters of Vetluzhanka, crouching low to the surface of the river, Oksana carefully washed her elastically raised breasts. Standing in the bushes, Timothy looked greedily at her protruding buttocks with cloven buttocks, and thirsted for her to the point of pain in the groin.
She had recently married, so her body still retained its former girlish slenderness and elasticity of forms, but it was already feminine, convex and unusually alluring.
He sometimes noticed that no, no, she would casually turn around at him, or, passing him, blushing in embarrassment, timidly greet him ... If they met without witnesses, and there were no strangers nearby, he tried to imperceptibly pinch her on the tight breasts, or frankly feel her feminine large ass. At the same time, she only blushed embarrassedly, and just as imperceptibly slapped him on an indiscreet hand, she swiftly slipped past him.
And, behold, fate brought them together on this deserted shore, far from human eyes. Deciding to attack her, he quickly came out of his hiding place, then quickly walked towards her. Hearing his heavy steps, she turned around, screamed in fright, turned around and, seeing him, blushing deeply, quickly got out of the water, after which, hiding from his burning eyes with her palms, she began to slowly back away towards her clothes lying on the shore.
Approaching her, she quickly sat down to take her dress, but he rushed towards her with lightning speed, then dropping her on her back, began to fight with her. Having crushed her beating body under him, he managed to unbutton his trousers and after a short struggle, his penis fell into a secret well. Grasping her full legs with his hands, he jerked them onto his shoulders, then leaning on her widely resounding ass, which was the strength of his cock. Groaning loudly from pain and bliss, she twitched, but immediately realizing that this would no longer help her, she dutifully swayed under him, looking into his eyes with wide eyes darkened from passionate torment.
- Timothy! Are you crazy! Release her immediately! - Coming to the shore, and seeing her girlfriend doubled under it, Tonya screamed indignantly.
At that moment, she even forgot for a moment that she was standing next to them, naked, in what her mother gave birth. Raising his head, he saw a young naked girl standing over them. Gradually thickening, her slender legs harmoniously converged in beautiful bulging hips with a miniature slit under the belly, covered with a comb of dark hair, under which a charming slit was visible, lost between the legs. Sliding higher on her tummy and beautiful, as if glued to the chest, he looked into her eyes with a gentle smile.
- I can't leave her sweet girl. This is beyond my strength... You have no idea what I feel, merging with her body. If you don't believe me, ask Oksana...
- Oksanka! What are you?! Why didn't you hit him on his cheeky face? Lay down on it and still scoffs!
- Tonechka. Please, leave us, - Oksana quietly asked her with a burning face.
Her elastic hips pressed against him trembled with passion... Talking to Tonya, with the efforts of his muscles, he strained his penis and with barely noticeable jerks he rested against the bottom of her passionately contracting vagina on it.
The young husband Misha was inexperienced in love. Loving her, he often cared only about himself, not wondering if she was satisfied with their completed intimacy? It seemed to him that Oksana married him only so that he could enjoy her beautiful, young body at any time. Unlike him, Timothy did everything for her so that she felt the sweetness of a love merger with him. Even now, answering Tonya, who was protecting her, he inconspicuously caressed a member of her bosom. It turned her on insanely. She suddenly felt dislike for Tonya, who appeared so inopportunely near them.
- Tonya, don't you understand that you're bothering us? - Timofey asked, continuing to inconspicuously make a member that excites the girl lying under him.
“I beg you, Tonechka, leave us,” Oksana plaintively asked her friend Oksana, trembling under Timothy lying on her.
Tonya noticed that she was biting her bright red lips, swollen from his kisses, and her eyes became unfamiliarly dark, as if directed inward. She seemed to listen to what was happening to her now.
“She enjoys it, so she clearly does not want me to protect her. She herself wants intimacy with him! - She realized, then suddenly noticing Timofey's next look at herself, she immediately remembered that she was standing naked in front of them.
Picking up the clothes lying under the bush, she silently left. She didn’t leave, but turning behind the bushes, she quickly dressed and lay down in the grass, carefully parting the thick branches.
She did not recognize her friend. Always proud, unfailingly independent, now she dutifully lay under Timothy. Her high, spread knees moved measuredly in time with the movements of his strong ass rising and falling over her open hips. Even here, at a considerable distance from them, she heard her muffled, as if strangled moans, as well as strange, as if plaintive sobs. At times, her hips began to tremble convulsively under him, then relaxed, her legs stretched and flexed again, then began to shift and move apart under him measuredly. This went on for a very long time.
When Timofey got up, slowly sitting down on the grass, Oksana looked up into his face and Tonya was struck by the unfamiliar tender expression of her face. Reaching out his hand, he helped her to her feet and began to dress.
Leaning low, she obscenely exposed her reddened ass, and Tonya saw seductively protruding labia between her large buttocks. Looking at her, Timofey threw his shirt on the grass and stepped towards her, directing his penis into the slit of her genital slit. Groaning loudly, Oksana froze, resignedly exposing herself to him. Entering her, he began to love her passionately again.
Obediently freezing, Oksana obscenely wagged her splayed back in front of him. When she turned to him, the girl saw her passionately bared face. Sliding under the dress, the girl began to caress her slit, which was leaking from desire.
2. First night
It was very hard for Tonya to see how, meeting in her hayloft, they passionately indulge in love. It was so unbearable that, consumed by a painful desire, she forced the groom to hasten the wedding. Insisting on a speedy wedding, she seemed to be running away from her attraction to him.
Once Oksana told her that Timothy could not forget her lovely body, which uncontrollably attracted him to her ... From these words of a friend, she seemed to be scalded with boiling water, because she also felt an irresistible attraction to him, but she was terribly afraid one day she would not be able to withstand the temptation and give in to him. After all, she was a virgin, which her Mitya knew about.
Mikhail, who studied in absentia at the institute, left for the session, and therefore was not at her wedding, but Oksana was there and, among the guests, Timofey was sitting in the distance. Although they were separated at the wedding table, but sitting next to a happy young husband, Tonya felt a love connection with her skin, uniting them with invisible threads. Inconspicuously to others, they exchanged impatient, full of passionate promise glances.
When Timofey invited Tonya to dance, after briefly looking at her steadily intoxicating husband, she felt that everything was going, not the way it should be. She had noticed before that he quite often applied to the bottle, but only now she realized that he was a complete drinking alcoholic. Even at his own wedding, he managed to inconspicuously get drunk.
She was suddenly pierced by horror, and a terrible thought that she is now repeating the fate of her unfortunate mother, constantly toiling with her eternally drunk father. Is it possible that she, just like her downtrodden mother, will meekly endure his frequent beatings, then hide bruises from those around her, and lying under him, suffocate from the vodka fumes emanating from him?
Dancing with Timofey, she breathed the pleasant aroma of his cologne. His strong hands, tightly and imperceptibly pressed her breasts to him. The wedding was in full swing. Drunk guests managed to forget about the bride, and were busy with their noisy conversations. Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice that he was gradually leading her to the door. Stepping over her, she came to her senses, but he continued to imperiously lead her away. Leading her to the stairs, he forced her to put her foot on the crossbar and, pushing her in the ass, sent her up.
Turning to him, she fell into the iron ring of his embraced hands and, realizing that she was gone, slowly sank down with him on the trestle bed.
"I won't give you to him," he said softly, and she gasped at his maddening passionate kiss.
- Tim, honey! What are you doing with me?! You've lost your mind, - turning away from him the face he was undressing, she babbled pitifully, because she did not have the strength to resist him. Submissively lifting her ass, she allowed him to take off her panties, after which, trembling from the disturbing touch of his cock, she flinched from the first female pain that pierced her thighs. Their stomachs touched. In that moment, she became his woman.
- Are you here?
Appearing from the darkness, Oksana went to the couch and took off her dress, lay down under Timofey's side.
- Tonya, your husband lost you. I was looking for you, looking for you, swearing dirty, told everyone that you were a lousy bitch, slammed the door and ran away. You should have seen how the drunken guests laughed at him. Your mother is at a loss, puzzled over why you ran away right from the wedding table. I asked her not to worry, I said that everything will be fine with you. So you can rejoice, he is unlikely to come looking for you.
- I don't need him.
- You should have understood this right away, still there, on the bank of the river, when you looked at him with passionately sparkling eyes. After all, I immediately realized that you madly want him, although you yourself, most likely, at that moment did not even realize it.
- Yes Oksanochka, you are absolutely right. By marrying him, I did a very big stupidity. When Tima and I danced, I realized this. It's good that he imperceptibly took me here, otherwise I then suffered with my husband all my life, as my mother is now tormenting with my father ... I don't want to repeat her fate.
- Haven't you noticed that he is the most ordinary alcoholic. At the wedding, he got so drunk that now, most likely, he is lying somewhere on the street, under a fence or in a ditch.
- I don't care.
- Girls, stop talking about this nonsense. Oksanochka, darling, lie on your back.
Pulling away from Tony lying next to him, he fumbled, raised himself above her and sighed loudly, lowered his hips ... Lying under him, his girlfriend let out a gentle moan of pleasure. The couch creaked heavily and measuredly under them.
Leaning on her elbow, Tonya bent down to his back and passionately kissed her. Timothy's hand, with a businesslike confidence, squeezed her bare chest.
3. Whores
Meeting on the street Tonya, the mother of her failed husband, looked with hatred at her wonderfully blossoming body ...
She knew that at the apartment of Oksana Vershinina, she was meeting with the local Don Juan Timoshka Berezhny. Apparently, not ashamed of each other, they are probably unscrupulous women, and in bed they take turns pleasing him. And Timoshka, Timoshka! Don't be ashamed to stare at her. At each meeting, he probes her breasts with his eyes, shamelessly rummages with them over her body and hips. At such moments, her heart begins to beat excitedly.
Here's a shameless man! Found my match! It doesn’t even stop him that she is almost fifty years old. At this age, it is indecent for her to take off her panties and lie down under a young man. He apparently has some shameless plans of his own for her.
After an unexpectedly upset wedding with Tonka, her son completely went off track, began to drink even more, and besides, he disappeared no one knows where ... And today he is not at home again. Hearing the barking of dogs in the street, she left the house and went to the gate, opening it, looked out into the street. Near the gate, near the fence, she saw an indistinct shadow.
- Vitya, is that you?
- No, Varya, it's me.
Stepping towards her, he pushed her back into the yard, and quickly locking the gate behind him, jerked the bolt on it.
- Timothy?! Why did you come here? What are you going to do? - Slowly backing away from him, she asked, although she understood and saw what the intentions were ...
Her heart was beating excitedly. He came to her, so whether she wants it or not, he will freely do whatever he wants with her, and she will not be able to stop him.
“Now, we are alone with you, no one will interfere with us,” as if hearing her thoughts, he quietly said, stepping on her ...
Backing away from him, she tried to appeal to his conscience...
- You completely lost your conscience, Timothy. You attack an old woman. Do you know how old I am?
- It doesn't matter to me at all. Besides, Varya, you don't look like an old woman at all. I still won't back down until I get you. You'll still be mine, so you'd better be sensible. I like you.
- What makes you think that I like you? It's all your wild fantasies. Besides, I think you're a real dog. You trample all the women in a row. That's where it hit me. Only you won't get anything.
- We are Varya, now we'll see.
Pressing her back against the woodpile, she stretched out her arms to him, but easily pulling them away, he tore her dress and tore it from top to bottom, exposing her body.
- Dont touch me! No need! She whispered plaintively, pushing away his hands frantically.
- We need Varya. You have been waiting for this moment for a long time, only you are ashamed to admit it. Your Vitka is missing from Daria Fedorova, so today he will definitely not come home.
- What if he comes back and hits you on the neck? she asked, not believing her own words.
He doesn't have enough strength. Drunk your Vitya. And he won't be back today.
- Don't tear my panties. You already tore my dress...
- Don't worry, I'll buy you a new dress, and let's gently lower the panties so as not to tear.
Barbara gasped. Grabbing her labia in his palm, he kneaded them tightly and passionately ...
- You see how wet you are already, and you said you didn’t want to.
- I'm a living woman. Tim, don't touch me.
- Varya, don't pretend. You do want me. I'm feeling it...
Unbuttoning his trousers, he pulled out a member and touched them to her genital slit. Intruding into her, he filled her vagina. Feeling the darkness in her eyes, grabbing his shoulders, the woman slowly rose on her tiptoes, but squeezing his cock into her, he completely entered her. Immediately weakly limp, she obediently clung to him, and swaying on trembling legs, closed her eyes.
Her consciousness became clouded and obediently going home with him, allowing him to undress herself, she lay down on her back. Embracing her hot body, he loved her long and passionately. At that moment, she completely forgot about her, as well as his age. All her feelings focused on the place where in the ring of her genital slit, a large male member was moving measuredly.
Why am I Tim? Are you missing Tony and Oksanka?
- They have nothing to do with it. Now, all I need is you. I have long dreamed of you becoming my woman. And you finally belong to me. Whether you like it or not, now I will often meet with you.
- Tim, we can't meet here. If Vitya unexpectedly returns home, I will be very ashamed in front of him.
- Maybe your friend, Natalia will shelter us?
- That's what I wanted to tell you about. Although she will not approve of me for wantonness with you, she will still let us meet at her place.
After listening to her friend, Natalya looked at her with condemnation. More recently, together they unanimously condemned Timoshka's debauchery, and now, please, she herself is sleeping with him.
“Even though I don't like it, you can meet him at my place.
Taking off her dress, she took a robe. Barbara looked with admiration at the magnificent body of her friend.
- Oh, and you are beautiful, still young woman Natasha. You would now have a good, passionate man in love. Living alone, without male affection, is very bad.
“Look how you spoke,” the friend chuckled.
Stroking her large breasts and thighs, she said: “Yes, if a suitable man appeared, I would not refuse his caress either. I still want to, especially when I'm in bed.
- Maybe my Timothy will find a good friend suitable for you?
- What do you think you're talking about? Your Timothy himself is a young man. He is not yet thirty years old, so who can he offer me? The same young guy as himself.
- You and the young fit. What a gorgeous woman you are. When looking at your body of any man, hunting will appear.
- I confess to you, I do not condemn your connection with him. Despite his fame as a libertine, he is still a real man. It has everything that a woman can like.
"So maybe you can snuggle him too?"
- He still missed me. He really needs such an old woman.
- He needs me. And I, Natasha, the same age as you.
- Stop talking. Time will show.
- Tima, do you like my girlfriend? Varvara asked caressing Timothy, who was lying next to her.
- Why do you ask? Do you want me to pay attention to her?
- It is desirable that he turned. She's bad, she's lonely.
- I'm fine with her. She is a luxurious, imposing woman. You know, Varenka, if she wanted to, I would gladly get close to her.
“I want her to feel good too.
- Maybe I should go to her, try to establish a close relationship.
- It would be nice for you to go to her Tim. She is very bad alone.
- Do you think Varya, she will not be angry with me?
- No, I do not think so. She, of course, will oppose you a little for the sake of appearance, but I’m sure that later she will give up anyway ... We have been meeting with her for three months now, she hears the sounds of love every evening, can you imagine how hard it is for her?
- Well, I'll still risk going to her right now. If she kicks me out, we will still continue to meet at her place.
It was dark in her room. Silently approaching her bed, Timothy took off his underpants and turned away the blanket, lay down next to her.
- Get out! Hands off! Dont touch me!
- Natasha. I came to you with the best of intentions. Varya told me that you feel bad alone.
- You're not right for me. You are too young for me.
- But Varya doesn't think so. She is good with me.
- Tima, think for yourself what the neighbors will say about me when they find out that in my old age I got myself a young lover?
- What do they care about you? And how do they know about our meetings?
- You yourself can accidentally let anyone know about the close relationship that has arisen between us.
- I do not share my impressions with anyone. Personal relationships with women are almost sacred for me.
- That's what you're talking about now. No, no, there can be no question of intimacy between us. Go to Varya and tell her that I thank her for your offer. I cannot accept it.
- Natasha, ordinary female shame speaks through your lips. You're afraid to be the woman you love again. I can feel your body trembling. You have great thighs, great breasts.
- Dont touch me. Take your hands off your chest. Timothy, what are you doing? Oh my God!
Leaning on her, he quickly turned her over on her back and before she had time to push him away, his cock slid into the slippery canal of her genital slit.
- Oh-oh! You took me by surprise. Leave me immediately!
- No, Natasha. Now I won't leave you. Stop being childish, my darling. You do want me.
- Whatever I want. Let me go.
Hugging her resisting body, he entered her all the way and his cock touched the bottom of her vagina. Breathing noisily, she swayed under him. She no longer wanted to disturb him.
- Don't rush, Tim.
“Finally, you gave in.
- You still get me.
- I'll definitely get it, dear.
Relaxed and pleased, she lay next to him, leaning on her elbow. Clinging to her magnificent body, Timothy voluptuously sucked her breasts.
- I feel like I'm a young woman again. You suck me, and waves of pleasant excitement spread through my body.
From now on, I will constantly enjoy your breasts. She is gorgeous.
- Where were you? Seeing him, Natalia asked jealously. - Lurking in bed with these young women?
- They are very dear to me. Whatever you think about them, Tonya and Oksana are good women.
- If they are so dear to you, and you do not want to part with them, then you can meet with me.
- It is good to. And then we have to arrange dates with their girlfriends. This is not very convenient.
- Meet me. Tell them we're not angry with them.
- They don't know that you are my favorite women.