- Hey, Petrovich, and when was the last time you had sex?

Petrovich, a dry, wiry old man, smoking and grinning at a thick beard, listening to how local men brag about their exploits.

- What is the last right? - he noted slyly, - The last one was, a couple of weeks ago.

The men laughed incredulously, but knowing how great the walker was when they were boys, this laughter would be uncertain.

“Well, yes,” Petrovich estimated, “just on Sunday, when students came to us to practice.”

- So are you with a student or something? .. - someone whistled.

- Well, so, but why not?

Petrovich dragged on and began to tell how he often did this, recalling his youth.

- So, I come back home from evening fishing, I go, I sing something. Already I went into my yard, I put the fishing poles in the gazebo, I think I will drink tea now and go to bed. And suddenly, I hear someone rummaging in my hayloft. No, well, there is nothing to steal there, but suddenly they will burn it? And I just bought my cow for the whole retirement of hay.

I take the stalk from the shovel and go to check. I came closer, I heard, as if someone was moaning softly. Not really dark yet, but still not on its own, who knows what the hell is there? I came closer, I looked into the gate ... On you! Two lie on my hay! Young bastards, they have nowhere to fuck, so they climbed up to me! And he, the main thing, began to undress her. She just takes off her underwear, hands there fumbles and tits her slobbering. He took off his underpants and threw them at me, cattle, nearly clapped him in the face. Then I like a shout: "Well, let's get the fuck out of here, bitch!"

Oh, how he pulled! So scared that he forgot about his girlfriend, he sighed out the window, only his heels flashed! The girl screamed and behind him. Only, stupid, did not take into account that the window is narrow, and her ass - be healthy! Well, stuck!

Well, I think, now I will dare to climb you on foreign yards. I went up to her and said: “Now I’ll go after your leader, let him see what his students are doing.” And she’s for me: “No, my boyfriend will know, and he’s jealous of me.”

“What are you,” I ask, “are changing your boyfriend.” And she told me: “So summer, fresh air, I can not help it, grandfather. I have such a nature. This is the third time I am in your hayloft. ”

Okay, sorry for the girl. I wanted to let her go already, but I think that you feel sorry for the guy! We need to teach her a lesson so as not to cheat the bridegroom! “Then,” I say, “I am leaving you at least with a strap on my ass, so that I can remember how to change.” I take it out, which means that the belt is out of my pants, I come up behind it, I pull up the hem, and there ... I haven’t seen such an ass for ages: white, big, smooth. And between the legs, most importantly, everything is wet. It is evident that her very runner excited, she was quite ready.

And here I stand with a belt in one hand, the other pants hold, so as not to fall. And here I feel that we don’t have to keep it already. My fighter got up! Well, I have never had any problems with this, but lately this is not the case ... And then I stood up straight, even if they cut the firewood! And the girl - almost in tears: “I don’t need me with a belt, I will not do it again”. And I forgot about the belt myself. I stand like a fool, I admire how everything is swollen there, and everything cleverly, even shaved, as our women never shaved.

In general, I waved my hand, took off my pants and attached myself to the back. Nasharivayu hand hole, and she is soft, all slippery, the student is a young, fresh. I hear, quieted, waiting. But he says nothing against it. And I'm not in a hurry, I know that not every woman immediately accepts my size, well, you yourself saw my gun in the bathhouse. Give, I think, at first I will insert a finger there. Began to stick a finger, I feel, narrow, hot. For a long time I did not have this. Finger thrust to the very palm to prepare it, but I myself listen, will not start screaming.

Well, it does not seem to scream, stands still, hid. So, do not mind. I pulled out a finger, put my instrument in and slowly began to enter. Here she could not stand it. At first she gasped in surprise, then began to hiss. Big, but not to her size. And I’m already shaking the whole, so I want to give her the most eggs. But in any way: half went, and then nothing, although it is wet all over. Well, to hell with him, began to fuck. The girl moans, at first I did not understand, from what is too narrow, or from what she likes. And then I feel, I started podmahivat ass. So, like all the same. Yes, and relaxed, I began to go deeper.

I fuck her, so I regret that boobs on the other side of the wall, do not mash as I love. Well, at least the most important thing here. I pulled her hem higher, stroking her ass, wrinkling my fingers, and she likes it too. Begin to say something there, ask not to stop. As if I was going to! I fuck her, my knees are flexing, she is so narrow, so grips my household, as it sucks me into myself. And each time everything goes deeper and deeper. And so I pecked until I finished off the eggs. Her legs spread wider and let's fuck. I heard that she groaned even louder, apparently, she reached the sweetest places that no one else could reach. I feel her hand there, and she has a flood there! Already on the legs flowing. But it still comes in tight, that's what youth means!

I, of course, a peasant is not simple, the women beneath me, happened to finish five times at a time, but this time I feel like I’d like to finish first. Straight already reduced everything in the stomach. But the girl was not a log! Already I do not fuck her, but she herself sits down, grabbed the frame with her hands and so she goes with her whole ass to me. And moaning, lingeringly so, as much as with howling. I grabbed her by the waist, I feel, now I will finish, raised it above the ground and let it stick. She's screaming! Here I was already scared, and suddenly someone will come running, he will think, the grandfather is forcing! But she didn’t just start yelling, but such indecencies that even my ears turned red. “Finishing,” shouts, “Good.” And then he turns to me: “Stop it straight at me, fill me up all over so that my ears can flow!” I did not hear such a thing from one woman. Well, I'm that, I ended up. And most importantly, she first started and finished last. I’m all, and she’s screaming, and everything inside her is moving, I’m already squeezing. Well, she finally cried, only groans, hung in the window. I got my personal belongings, I can’t catch my breath. Imagine the scene? I stand, the gun cools down, as much steam goes, in the window it is - from inside it drips directly onto the straw, notably I let it down. Then I hear someone coming into my yard, the gate creaked. I picked up his pants, fastened his belt. It is necessary to free the girl. I broke the board out of the frame, pulled it out, but she herself is not her own. On the shoulder lies, hugging climbs. And I look at her - red! Correctly they say, there is a fire on the head - below the flood

I pulled her dress, through the back gate brought, showed the path, slapped goodbye and in the yard. And there is a neighbor. Like, I heard someone screaming at you, I thought maybe it was bad for you. Well, I really didn’t feel bad, so I told her.

- Well, and that student what? - asked someone from the hushed men.

“Why is the student,” Petrovich said calmly, lighting one more, “she came the next morning, said she would come to our village again for the next practice, and visit her. To die, you see, there is no time.