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Leo Tolstoy: Bathhouse Froska quietly entered the bathhouse and hesitated. The master was lying on a bench on his stomach, and two girls - Natashka and Malashka - also naked, stood on their sides, taking turns fiercely whipping brooms on their red-hot crimson-pink back, shining with sweat. The master squinted blissfully, grunted approvingly at a particularly strong blow. Finally, he signaled them to stop and, puffing loudly, sat down, placing his widely spread legs on the floor. - "Kwasu!" he called hoarsely. Quickly darting into a corner, Natasha gave him a ladle of kvass. Having drunk, the master noticed Froska standing quietly at the door and beckoned her with his finger. Slowly stepping her bare feet on the wet floor, bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands, she approached and stood in front of him, lowering her eyes. She felt ashamed to look at the naked master, ashamed to stand naked in front of him. She was ashamed of the fact that she was looked at without a shadow of embarrassment, standing next to two girls who were not embarrassed by their nakedness. "New girl!" - exclaimed the barin. "Good, do not say anything!". "The name of?" - He said in a patter, feeling her stomach, legs, buttocks. "Froska," she answered quietly, and suddenly cried out in surprise and pain: the master firmly pinched his left breast with his fingers. Enjoying her lively elasticity, he moved his hand up and down, fingering the surface of her breast, swollen between them, tightly covered with soft and smooth skin. Froska twitched, jumped back, rubbing her sore chest. The master laughed out loud and shook his finger at her. Echoing him, Malashka and Natasha burst into obsequious laughter. "Well, nothing, you'll get used to it," Natashka said, giggling, "and it won't be the same," and she cast mischievous eyes at the master. And he, quite grinning, ran his hand between his legs, scratching all his male accessories, which had a rather impressive appearance. "Your task, girls," he turned to Malashka and Natashka, "teach her," he nodded at Froska, "all our wisdom." He smiled carnivorously, waving the head of his swollen cock. "In the meantime," he continued, "let him watch and gain his mind. Ah, well, Malashka, stop!" - Suddenly the master shouted loudly and stretched his heavy body with a crunch. Malashka went out into the middle of the room, free from benches, and bent over, rested her hands on the floor. He approached her from behind, loudly patting her wet ass, shimmering with the whiteness of elastic wet skin, and, neighing like a foal, began to thrust his cock sticking out like a stake under Malashka's steep buttocks, quickly pushing his head into the slippery flesh of the female genital organ. From the gripping lust, his face was filled with blood, his mouth was twisted, his breathing became loud and intermittent, and his half-bent knees trembled. Finally, the elastic head of his penis parted the wet but tight throat of her vagina, and the master's belly pressed tightly against the girl's rounded ass. He neighed again, but already victoriously and, fiercely moving the lower body, began to indulge in sexual intercourse with pleasure. Malashka, it is clear, too, great dismantled. She voluptuously began to moan at each immersion in her bosom of the male member and, while helping the master, moved her thick ass towards the movements of his body. Natashka looked at this picture, completely captured by what was happening. Her large eyes widened even more, her mouth opened, and her quivering body involuntarily twitched in time with the movements of the master and Malashka. She seemed to perceive the master instead of a girlfriend. And Froska, at first stunned, gradually began to really perceive her surroundings, although she was very embarrassed by the shamelessness of the bare bodies of the master and the girl. She knew what it was, but she saw the sexual intercourse of a man and a woman so closely and frankly for the first time. When the master stuck to Malashka's ass, Froska turned away in embarrassment, but curiosity overpowered, and she, throwing a sidelong glance and seeing that no one was looking at her, grew bolder and began to look at them with all her eyes. Having not experienced the fullness of male affection, she perceived everything calmly at first, but then she began to feel some kind of sweet languor, and hot blood spilled all over her body, her heart began to beat, as after running, her breathing became intermittent. For everyone, time and the environment ceased to exist, everything except for the ongoing sexual intercourse, which captured attention and feelings. Suddenly the master jerked convulsively, his eyes rolled back, and with a groan he let out the air from his chest. "That's it," he sighed heavily and with a relaxed gait walked up to the bench, then sank heavily onto it. Malashka straightened up, blissfully stretched and sat down on another bench. "Natasha, vodka!" - ordered the master. She darted into the dressing room and brought out a bottle of vodka and a bowl of cucumbers on a tray. The master poured himself a glass, drank it in one gulp and crunched the cucumber. Then he poured it again and beckoned Malashka with his finger. She approached and also habitually drained it in one gulp. After her, Natasha took the same portion. "Go here!" - Master Froska ordered, pouring her a glass of vodka. She took it and, after taking the first sip, coughed, spilling most of the liquid.

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Bath

A.N.TOLSTOY

Froska quietly entered the bathhouse and hesitated.

The master was lying on his stomach on a bench, and two girls - Natashka and Malashka, also naked, stood on their sides, taking turns fiercely whipping brooms on their red-hot crimson-pink back, shining with sweat. The master squinted blissfully, grunted approvingly at a particularly strong blow. Finally, he signaled them to stop and, puffing loudly, sat down, placing his widely spread legs on the floor.

- "Kwasu!" he shouted hoarsely.

Quickly darting into a corner, Natasha gave him a ladle of kvass. Having drunk, the master noticed Froska standing quietly at the door and beckoned her with his finger.

Slowly stepping her bare feet on the wet floor, bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands, she approached and stood in front of him, lowering her eyes. She felt ashamed to look at the naked master, ashamed to stand naked in front of him. She was ashamed of the fact that she was looked at without a shadow of embarrassment, standing next to two girls who were not embarrassed by their nakedness.

"New girl!" - exclaimed the barin. "Good, do not say anything!". "The name of?" – Patter he said, feeling her stomach, legs, buttocks.

"Froska," she answered quietly, and suddenly cried out in surprise and pain: the master tightly pinched his left breast with his fingers. Enjoying her lively elasticity, he moved his hand up and down, fingering the surface of her breast, swollen between them, tightly covered with soft and smooth skin. Froska twitched, jumped back, rubbing her sore chest.

The master laughed out loud and shook his finger at her. Echoing him, Malashka and Natasha burst into obsequious laughter.

“Well, nothing, you’ll get used to it,” Natashka said, giggling, “and it won’t be the same,” and she threw mischievous eyes at the master.

And he, quite grinning, ran his hand between his legs, scratching all his male accessories, which had a rather impressive appearance.

“Your task, girls,” he turned to Malashka and Natashka, “teach her,” he nodded at Froska, “all our wisdom.” He smiled carnivorously, waving the head of his swollen cock.

"In the meantime," he continued, "let him watch and gain his mind. Ah, well, Malashka, stop!" - Suddenly the master shouted loudly and stretched his heavy body with a crunch. Malashka went out into the middle of the room, free from benches, and bent over, rested her hands on the floor.

He approached her from behind, loudly patting her wet ass, shimmering with the whiteness of elastic wet skin, and, neighing like a foal, began to thrust his cock sticking out like a stake under Malashka's steep buttocks, quickly pushing his head into the slippery flesh of the female genital organ. From the gripping lust, his face was filled with blood, his mouth was twisted, his breathing became loud and intermittent, and his half-bent knees trembled. Finally, the elastic head of his penis parted the wet but tight throat of her vagina, and the master's belly pressed tightly against the girl's rounded ass. He neighed again, but already victoriously and, fiercely moving the lower body, began to indulge in sexual intercourse with pleasure. Malashka, it is clear, too, great dismantled. She voluptuously began to moan at each immersion in her bosom of the male member and, while helping the master, moved her thick ass towards the movements of his body.

Natashka looked at this picture, completely captured by what was happening. Her large eyes widened even more, her mouth opened, and her quivering body involuntarily twitched in time with the movements of the master and Malashka. She seemed to perceive the master instead of a girlfriend.

And Froska, at first stunned, gradually began to really perceive her surroundings, although she was very embarrassed by the shamelessness of the bare bodies of the master and the girl. She knew what it was, but she saw the sexual intercourse of a man and a woman so closely and frankly for the first time.

When the master stuck to Malashka's ass, Froska turned away in embarrassment, but curiosity overpowered, and she, throwing a sidelong glance and seeing that no one was looking at her, grew bolder and began to look at them with all her eyes. Having not experienced the fullness of male affection, she perceived everything calmly at first, but then she began to feel some kind of sweet languor, and hot blood spilled all over her body, her heart began to beat, as after running, her breathing became intermittent. For everyone, time and the environment ceased to exist, everything except for the ongoing sexual intercourse, which captured attention and feelings.

Suddenly the master jerked convulsively, his eyes rolled back, and with a groan he let out the air from his chest. "That's it," he sighed heavily and with a relaxed gait walked up to the bench, then sank heavily onto it.

Malashka straightened up, blissfully stretched and sat down on another bench. "Natasha, vodka!" - Ordered the master. She darted into the dressing room and brought out a bottle of vodka and a bowl of cucumbers on a tray. The master poured himself a glass, drank it in one gulp and crunched the cucumber. Then he poured it again and beckoned Malashka with his finger. She approached and also habitually drained it in one gulp. After her, Natasha took the same portion.

"Go here!" - Master Froska ordered, pouring her a glass of vodka. She took it and, after taking the first sip, coughed, spilling most of the liquid.

“Nothing,” the master said with a laugh, “he will learn.” He poured himself another half glass. The girls obsequiously giggled at him, chewing cucumbers.

“Come on, Natashka, tear off the lady,” the master gave the command and sang hoarsely, striking in his palms. to the beat with bare feet.

Gradually, the pace of singing began to increase, and at the same time, the movements of the girl became faster. Her slender body with a flexible waist writhed in obscene movements with which she gave herself to a man. With her hands, she seemed to be hugging an imaginary partner, and with her lower abdomen she waved his penis.

"Gimme it!" - Shouted the master - boobs, boobs even frolic! - And quickly led the song. Natashka began to bounce on the spot, moving her white shoulders. Her full elastic cups of slightly saggy breasts swayed from side to side, teasingly shaking tight peas of pink nipples.

"Let's get hot!" - The master could not stand it, he began to dance. The pace of the dance became frantic. Now they danced to the same voice of Malashka. the master, clasping his neck with the other hand. The master's member suddenly appeared between her legs, and she began to drive his head over the wet lips of her genitals. For greater freedom of movement and convenience, throwing one leg to the side, she clasped her master's legs, and he, clasping the girl with both hands on her strong ass and pressing her to himself, dug a terrible kiss into her neck and suddenly grabbed her in his arms, carried her to the bench and threw her on her back, fell on her. Their intercourse was stormy and passionate. Natashka gave herself skillfully, She threw her legs behind his back and, deftly waving her ass, caught his penis with her vagina to the base.At the same time, she slightly swayed her hips, creating additional sensations of a living body.

Froska and Milashka again with all their eyes watched the picture of the most frank intercourse between a man and a woman, usually hidden from prying eyes, and here with such frankness what was happening in front of them. Froska also wanted to touch the member of the master and feel it in his bosom.

And Cutie came up to them from the side and, kneeling near their legs, began to look at point-blank as the male member dives into the vagina. Highly raised and widely spaced at the knees, Natashka's legs, placed on the lower back by the master, made it possible to fully see the process of copulation, and Cutie used this to her pleasure.

Overwhelmed by an irresistible desire, Froska joined her. Trembling with excitement, she watched how the male member moistened with a slippery liquid easily and freely moved back and forth in the rings of Natashka's large labia, which, as if by mouth, seemed to suck it into themselves and immediately throw it back, and the small lips, forked by a corolla, engulfed the upper part of the penis, pulled back when it was immersed and protruded after its reverse movement.

The soft skin, tight member, when immersed in the vagina, folded like an accordion, the scrotum, in which large eggs were outlined, swayed from the movement of the male body, softly hitting the buttocks of the girl.

Froska, fascinated by an unprecedented spectacle, could not overcome the desire to feel the member of the master. At the moment when the bellies of the copulating parted, she took hold of the man's cock with her fingers, feeling its moisture, hardness and elasticity. At the same time, she was struck by the mobility and softness of the cover, under which the tight flesh moved.

At that moment, when the bellies pressed tightly against each other, Froska's fingers were squeezed into the wet and hot flesh of the female genital organ. The master growled angrily and pushed away the extremely curious girl, who uninvitedly intruded into their actions with her hand at the moment when he began to be dismantled before the emission of the seed. Their movements became faster, the jolts were stronger, convulsions went through the bodies of both and they finished at the same time.

The gentleman with difficulty broke away from Natashka's heated body and, continuing to breathe heavily, sat down on a bench. Natashka sat down next to the master, leaning her overheated head against his shoulder. Malashka managed to jump aside, and Froska found herself kneeling between the master's legs. She fearfully awaited punishment for her insolence, and he was in no hurry with the decision.

Relaxed by two just committed acts of sexual intercourse with hot girls, he felt languor and was in a complacent mood.

"Come on, here," he ordered, "warm water and soap." Natashka ran up with a tub, warm water and a piece of fragrant soap.

"Wash, beauty, my sufferer. You see, he is completely sweaty, working." - He grinned heavily in a smile, he said to Froska and, holding his cock with his free hand, jokingly poked his head on the bewildered girl's nose. Everyone laughed, and Froska blinked her eyes in fear. The master shoved soap into her hands, and Malashka poured water from the tub on the male member. Froska began to wash him carefully.

"Be bolder, bolder," the master encouraged her, spreading his legs wide. Froska put down the soap and with both hands began to wash off the soap suds under the stream of water poured by Milashka. The master's member slid and beat as if alive, and the head of his penis, the size of a child's fist, with pinkish skin poked right into the girl's lips. Froska recoiled, but the master again pulled Froska's head to him.

Then he ordered her: "kiss, yes stronger" - and pressed her lips to the elastic head of his penis. Froska smacked her lips, and the master repeated this movement several times.

"Now suck!" - He gave the command, again moving Froska's face to his stomach.

"How do you suck?" - She babbled in confusion and incomprehension and looked with fear into the master's face.

"Natasha, head!" - The master poked the girl with his shoulder, and she, bending down and pushing Froska away, put the head of the master's penis into her wide open mouth and, closing her lips around the circumference, made several sucking movements with her jaw and tongue.

Froska, in indecision, took her cock with her hand and also swallowed his head and neck with her open mouth, and began to suck. The head was soft and elastic, and below it one could feel the body hardened like a bone with the tongue and lips, and it was felt that it was alive and quivering.

Strange thing, Froska again felt excited and quickly moved her tongue over the male member.

"That's enough," said the master, not wanting to bring the matter to the eruption of the seed. He removed the girl.

"Now let's make a bride Froska!" - He said and got up from the bench - Natasha! Show the goods!

Natashka took Froska and placed her in front of the master. He began to paw her breasts, stomach, thighs. And Natashka said: "here are the boobs, here is the belly, and under them the scribe lives!" - Pointing at the named parts of the body.

The master ran his hand over the girl's stomach and ran his fingers between her legs. "Yes, the scribe is nothing here, to look at him," he melodiously picked up, continuing to touch the female genital organ with his fingers.

Froska, who had just experienced sexual arousal, the touch of the master was pleasant and ticklish. She involuntarily surrendered to his caresses and spread her legs. But the master walked away, gesturing to the bench. Natashka led Froska to the bench, forced her to lie down, saying: "We are glad to show ourselves, we have no barrier for you."

Natasha and Milashka stood on one side and on the other, and, holding one by the left, the other by the right legs, they sang: "Here is the cherished beast of the scribe, whoever catches it, well done!" - They lifted her legs at once and spread them apart. An open place appeared in front of her eyes, always hidden from prying eyes, and even male ones. Okhnuv, Froska covered her shame with one hand, and with the other - her eyes and jerked her legs, trying to tear them out, but the girls held tight and she had to give up her attempts. Apparently, all this was provided for by the ritual, since the master, having taken the girl’s resisting hand from the lower abdomen, tightened: “Don’t hide your beauty, I’ll bring her a friend!”. Natasha and Milashka dragged Froska's torso along the bench, pushing her back to the edge where the gentleman stood. He knelt down and his penis was on the same level with the girl's genitals.

"Hey, my friend, well done, put an end to the beauty," the girls sang, and the master slowly parted the labia of Froska's organ and began to drive the head of the penis in all its parts from bottom to top and back. And Froska was no longer ashamed of her nakedness, but there was a desire to feel the male member in her womb. She moved the bottom of her belly and buttocks, catching the head of the penis in the vagina, which had become wet from the impatience that gripped Froska.

Finally, the master himself could not stand this voluptuous torture and drowned the head of his penis in the mouth of the vagina, and then with force drove him into the tightly resounding virgin depth. A sharp instantaneous pain suddenly pierced the girl, causing her to scream involuntarily, and then an inexplicable bliss spread through her body and she lost her sense of time perception.

"IN THE BATH" (Based on Leo Tolstoy)

The first story, erotic, in which we learn

As was the case in previous years,
When there was no freedom

Erotic story

Tanya quietly entered the bath and stopped in indecision.

Fat as a boar and completely naked, the gentleman was lying on a bench, on his stomach, and two women - Raika and Lyubasha - also naked, stood on their sides and in turn fiercely whipped him with brooms on his red-hot crimson-pink back, shining with sweat and white as milk , a woman's ass. The master squinted blissfully, grunted approvingly at a particularly strong blow. Finally, he signaled them to stop and, puffing loudly, sat down, placing his widely spread legs on the floor.

- "Kwasu, women!" he called hoarsely.

Quickly dashing into a corner, Raisa handed him a ladle of kvass. Having drunk, the master noticed Tanka standing quietly at the door and beckoned her with his finger.

Slowly stepping barefoot on the wet floor, bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands, the girl approached and stood in front of him, lowering her eyes. She was ashamed to look at the naked master, ashamed to stand naked in front of him. She was ashamed of being looked at without a shadow of embarrassment, standing next to two young women who are not embarrassed by their nakedness.

New! - exclaimed the master, - Good, girl, do not say anything! The name of? - he said quickly, greedily feeling her stomach, legs and ass.

Tatyana, - she answered quietly and suddenly cried out in surprise and pain: the master firmly pinched his left breast with his fingers. Enjoying her lively elasticity, he moved his hand up and down, fingering the surface of her breast, swollen between them, tightly covered with soft and smooth skin. Tanka twitched, jumped back, rubbing her sore chest.

The master laughed out loud and shook his finger at her. Echoing him, Raisa and Lyubka burst into obsequious laughter.

Well, never mind, you'll get used to it, - Lyubasha said, giggling, - and it won't be the same, - and cast mischievous eyes at the master.

And he, grinning rather, put his hand between his legs, scratching all his male accessories, which have a rather impressive appearance.

Your task, girls, - he turned to Raisa and Lyubasha, - to teach her, - he nodded at Tanka, - all your wisdom, - he smiled carnivorously, waving the head of his swollen penis.

In the meantime, - he continued, - let him watch and gain his mind. Ah, well, Raika, stop! - the master suddenly shouted loudly and stretched his heavy body with a crunch.

Raisa stepped out into the middle of the room, free of benches, and, bending over, rested her hands on her knees and froze, looking at the floor.

Anatoly Alexandrovich approached the young woman from behind and, with all his strength, loudly, slapped his palm on her wet behind, which shimmered with the whiteness of elastic white skin, and, whinnying like a foal, sat down and began to thrust his penis, sticking out like a stake, under the steep buttocks of Raika, who was here she grabbed it with her hand, at first habitually crushed his trunk, filled with heroic strength, with her fingers, and then inserted his thick head into her slot. The obese man took her stomach with his hands and began to quickly push her with his large belly, like that of a pregnant woman, trying to stick his fleshy prick further into the slippery flesh of the female genital organ. From the gripping lust, his face was filled with blood, his mouth was twisted, his breathing became loud and intermittent, and his half-bent knees trembled. Finally, the elastic head of his penis parted the wet but tight throat of the young woman's vagina, and the master's huge belly pressed tightly against Raisa's rounded ass. He neighed again, but already victoriously and, fiercely moving the lower body, began to indulge in sexual intercourse with pleasure. The young laundress, you see, was also well dismantled. She voluptuously began to moan at each immersion in her bosom of the male genital organ and, while helping the master, moved her ass, white as milk, towards the movements of his body.

Lyubasha looked at this picture, completely captured by what was happening. Her large eyes widened even more, her mouth opened, and her quivering body involuntarily twitched in time with the movements of the master and Raisa. She seemed to perceive the master instead of a girlfriend.

And Tanka, at first stunned, gradually began to really perceive her surroundings, although she was very embarrassed by the shamelessness of the bare bodies of the master and the girl. She knew what it was, but she saw the sexual intercourse of a man and a woman so closely and frankly for the first time.

When the master stuck to Raika's ass, Tanka turned away in embarrassment, but curiosity overpowered, and she, throwing a sidelong glance and seeing that no one was looking at her, grew bolder and began to look at them with all her eyes. Having not experienced the fullness of male affection, she perceived everything calmly at first, but then she began to feel some kind of sweet languor, and hot blood spilled all over her body, her heart began to beat, as after running, her breathing became intermittent. For everyone, time and the environment ceased to exist, everything except for the ongoing sexual intercourse, which captured attention and feelings.

Suddenly the master jerked convulsively, his eyes rolled back, and with a groan he let out the air from his chest. "That's all" - he sighed heavily and with a relaxed gait walked up to the bench, then sank heavily on it.

Raisa straightened up, stretched blissfully, and sat down on another bench.
- Lyubka, vodka! - ordered the barin.

She darted into the dressing room and brought out a bottle of vodka and a bowl of cucumbers on a tray. The master poured himself a glass, drank it in one gulp and crunched the cucumber. Then he poured it again and beckoned Raisa with his finger. She approached and also habitually drained it in one gulp. After her, Lyuba took the same portion.

Go here! - ordered the master to Tanka, pouring her vodka.
She took it and, after taking the first sip, coughed, spilling most of the liquid.
“Nothing,” the master said with a laugh, “He will learn!”
He poured himself another half glass. The girls obsequiously giggled at him, chewing cucumbers.
“Come on, Lyubasha, tear off the lady,” the master gave the command and sang hoarsely, striking in his palms.

Raisa began to echo him, and Lyubka, akimbo with one hand and throwing the other over her head, slowly walked in a circle, wiggling her strong hips and stamping her bare feet in time. Gradually, the pace of singing began to increase, and at the same time, the movements of the girl became faster. Her slender body with a flexible waist writhed in obscene movements with which she gave herself to a man. With her hands, she seemed to be hugging an imaginary partner, and with her lower abdomen she waved his penis.

Give it up! - shouted the master, - Boobs, boobs even frolic!
And quickly led the song. Lyubasha began to bounce on the spot, moving her white shoulders. Her full elastic cups of slightly saggy breasts swayed from side to side, teasingly shaking tight peas of pink nipples.
- Let's get hot! - the master could not stand it and started dancing himself.
The pace of the dance became frantic. Now they danced to the same voice of Raiki. Clapping first on the bottom, then on the top of the stomach, Lyubasha, screeching, suddenly grabbed the male member at the very base and pressed herself against the master, clasping his neck with her other hand. The member of the master suddenly appeared between her legs, and she began to drive his head along the wet lips of her penis. For greater freedom of movement and convenience, throwing one leg to the side, she clasped her master's legs, and he, clasping the girl with both hands on the strong ass and pressing her to him, dug a terrible kiss into her neck and suddenly grabbed her in his arms, carried her to bench and throwing on his back fell on her. Their intercourse was stormy and passionate. Lyubanya gave herself skillfully, selflessly. She threw her legs behind his back and, deftly waving her ass, caught his penis with her vagina to the ground. At the same time, she slightly swayed her hips, creating additional sensations of a living body.

Tanka and Raisa again with all their eyes watched the picture of the most frank intercourse between a man and a woman, usually hidden from prying eyes, and here with such frankness what was happening in front of them. Tanka also wanted to touch the member of the master and feel it in his bosom.

And Raisa approached them from the side and, kneeling at their feet, began to examine point-blank how the male member dives into the vagina. Highly raised and widely spaced at the knees, Natashka's legs, placed on the lower back by the master, made it possible to fully see the process of copulation, and Raisa used this to her pleasure.

Seized by an irresistible desire, Tanya also joined her. Trembling with excitement, she watched how the male member moistened with a slippery liquid easily and freely moved back and forth in the rings of Lyubasha's large labia, which, as if by mouth, seemed to suck it into themselves and immediately throw it back, and the small lips, forked by a corolla, embracing the upper part of the penis, pulled back when it was immersed and protruded after its reverse movement.

The soft skin, tight member, when immersed in the vagina, folded like an accordion, the scrotum, in which large eggs were outlined, swayed from the movement of the male body, softly hitting the buttocks of the girl.

Tanya, fascinated by an unprecedented spectacle, could not overcome the desire to feel the member of the master. At the moment when the bellies of the copulating parted, she took hold of the man's cock with her fingers, feeling its moisture, hardness and elasticity. At the same time, she was struck by the mobility and softness of the cover, under which the tight flesh moved.

At that moment, when the bellies pressed tightly against each other, Tanka's fingers were squeezed into the wet and hot flesh of the female genital organ. The master growled angrily and pushed away the excessively curious girl, who uninvitedly intruded into their actions with her hand at the moment when he began to be dismantled before the emission of the seed. Their movements became faster, the jolts were stronger, convulsions went through the bodies of both and they finished at the same time.

The master with difficulty tore himself away from Lyubasha's heated body and, continuing to breathe heavily, sat down on a bench. Lyuba sat down next to the master, leaning her overheated head against his shoulder. Rayka managed to jump aside, and Tanya found herself kneeling between the master's legs. She fearfully awaited punishment for her insolence, and he was in no hurry with the decision.

Relaxed by two just committed acts of sexual intercourse with hot girls, he felt languor and was in a complacent mood.

Come on, here, - he ordered, - warm water and soap. Raisa ran up with a tub, warm water and a piece of fragrant soap.

Wash, beauty, my sufferer. You see, he was completely sweating, working - grinning heavily in a smile, he said to Tanka and, with his free hand, holding his penis, jokingly poked his head on the nose of the bewildered girl. Everyone laughed, and Tanya blinked her eyes in fright. The master thrust soap into her hands, and Raisa poured water from the tub on the male member. Tanya began to wash him carefully.
“Be bolder, bolder,” the master encouraged her, spreading his legs wide. Tanya put the soap aside and with both hands began to wash off the soap suds under the stream of water poured by Raisa. The master's member slid and beat as if alive, and the head of his penis, the size of a child's fist, with pinkish skin poked right into the girl's lips. Tanka recoiled, but the master again pulled Tanka's head to him.

Then he ordered her:
- Kiss, yes stronger! - and pressed her lips to the elastic head of his penis. Tanya obediently smacked her lips, and the master repeated this movement several times.

And now - suck! - he gave the command, again moving Froska's face to his stomach.

How do you suck? she stammered in confusion and incomprehension, and looked with fright into the master's face.
- Love, show me! - the master poked the girl with his shoulder, and she, bending down and pushing Tanka away, put the head of the master's penis into her wide open mouth and, closing her lips around the circumference, made several sucking movements with her jaw and tongue.

In indecision, Tanya took hold of the cock with her hand and also swallowed his head and neck with her open mouth, and began to suck. The head was soft and elastic, and below it one could feel the body hardened like a bone with the tongue and lips, and it was felt that it was alive and quivering.

Strange thing, Tanya again felt excited and quickly moved her tongue over the male member.

Enough! - said the master, not wanting to bring the matter to the eruption of the seed. He removed the girl.
- Now let's make a bride to the girl Tanka! - he said and got up from the bench, - Rayka, show me the goods!

Raisa took Tanka and placed her in front of the master. He began to paw her breasts, stomach, hips. And Lyubasha said:
- Here are your boobs, here is your stomach, and under it the scribe lives! - pointing to the named parts of the body.

The master ran his hand over the girl's stomach and ran his fingers between her legs.
- Yes, the scribe is nothing here, to look at him, - he melodiously picked up, continuing to touch the female genital organ with his fingers.

Tanka, who had just experienced sexual arousal, was pleasant and ticklish by the touch of the master. She involuntarily surrendered to his caresses and spread her legs. But the master walked away, gesturing to the bench. Lyubasha led Tanya to the bench and forced her to lie down, saying:
- We are glad to show ourselves, we have no barriers for you!

Raisa and Lyubasha stood on one side and on the other, and, holding one by the left, the other by the right legs, they sang:
- Here is the cherished beast scribe, whoever catches it, well done! - they lifted her legs at once and spread them apart. An open space appeared before my eyes, always hidden from prying eyes, and even male ones. Okhnuv, Tanya covered her shame with one hand, and with the other - her eyes and twitched her legs, trying to pull them out, but the girls held tight, and she had to give up her attempts. Apparently, all this was provided for by the ritual, since the master, having removed the girl’s resisting hand from the lower abdomen, tightened:
- Don't hide your beauty, I'll bring her a friend! - Rayka and Lyubashka dragged Tanka's body along the bench, pushing her back to the edge at which the master stood. He knelt down and his penis was on the same level with the girl's genitals.

Hey, my friend, well done, put an end to the beauty, - the girls sang, and the master slowly parted the labia of the tank's organ and began to drive the head of the penis through all its parts from bottom to top and back. Tanka was no longer ashamed of her nakedness, but on the contrary, there was a desire to feel the male member in her womb. She moved the bottom of her belly and buttocks, catching the head of the master's elda with her vagina, which had become wet from the impatience that had seized Tanya.

Finally, the master himself could not stand this voluptuous torture and drowned the prick of his fleshy organ in the mouth of the vagina, and then with force drove it into the tightly resounding virgin depth. A sharp instantaneous pain suddenly pierced the girl, causing her to scream involuntarily, and then an inexplicable bliss spread through her body, and she lost her sense of time perception...

Later I learned that my father refused to mention me in his will, which amounted to something like eighty thousand rubles, not counting real estate. I think I can guess what's going on here.
Sometimes I wonder if he gave me a test then to see how I would feel about it. Alas, I could not stand this test then, to my great regret ...

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I told about my acquaintance with this interesting married couple in the story “On the Bank of the Reservoir”. Last weekend, my wife and I were invited to our old friends' dacha. On Friday I worked at night, so both days off were completely mine. On Friday evening, my Alenka left Nastenka with her grandmother and, having sent me a text message so that I would not sleep after the shift, but would go straight to the dacha, drove off with Alexander to the hacienda to Irinka's parents.

By ten o'clock in the evening, a shift worker came to my work in frustrated feelings and said that he had a "war" at home over a wedding anniversary he had forgotten, etc. I left him on duty for myself, and I went after my wife. I arrived at the dacha at about eleven o'clock, I found Irinka in the house, putting Alexander to bed, well received on her chest.

Irinka asked me to take kvass in the cellar on the street and bring it to my Alenka bathhouse, where her stepfather soars, and she will follow. Uncle Fyodor, Irinka's stepfather, is a big lover of the bath, or rather, he just gets sick of it, in his youth he even worked somewhere in the bath complex. He has already steamed our girls with Irinka's mother several times in a bath with massage and foam washing. With delight, my little wife was just in tenth heaven. He himself, in his fifties, was tall and fit, a little thin, but wiry, his athletic past affected.

Approaching the bathhouse in the dark, I involuntarily looked into the window of the dressing room, but there was no one there. I entered the dressing room, turned to the left to hang myself and froze. Further to the left, the sink door opened in my direction and I remained standing in the shadow outside the door. Irinka's mother entered the dressing room, went to a table by the opposite wall and poured herself some kvass.

I was just mesmerized. How do daughters look like their mothers? Aunt Natasha stood with her gorgeous white ass turned to me, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. The chest was also snow-white, but unlike Irinka, the nipples were not so large and of a delicate pink color. Before, I had never seen her without clothes, or rather, I had not seen her so openly and accessible, I had a glimpse of her when someone entered or left the sink. While I was looking at the charms of an adult female body, Irinka entered the dressing room and stared at me and her mother in bewilderment.

It was only then that Aunt Natasha noticed me and hastily threw on a dressing gown. Then everyone burst out laughing. I began to slowly undress, Irinka, having taken some things, said that she had gone to bed and that she had made a bed for Alyonka and me on the second floor. Aunt Natasha, looking into the steam room, said something to her husband and, bowing with a smile, proceeded into the house. I threw firewood into the stove and, under their crackling, began to listen to the sounds in the steam room, opening the door to the washing room. The broom claps soon ended, and water splashed in the sink. Fyodor Ivanovich poured cool water on Alenka.

I waited a bit, but no one came out. I looked into the sink through the ajar door and saw my beauty lying naked upside down on the bench. Our bath attendant stood with his back to me, wrapped as usual at the waist in a towel and rubbing some oils into Alenka's steamed body. It was only now that I realized that my wife and Uncle Fyodor did not yet know about my presence in the bathhouse. Nothing interesting happened for five minutes, and I was about to go inside and warm up when my little wife rolled onto her back. The process of rubbing her breasts was more interesting. The massage of the back, buttocks and legs was not in vain, and Alenka's excitement was noticeable in the manner of the cat's movements. Alenka's body shuddered slightly and slowly wriggled under strong skillful hands.
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Further, these hands went down to the stomach, smoothly along the hips to the feet, then crawled up again. Alenka herself was already crumpling her breasts and simply surrendered to the passion that had come over her. When Fyodor Ivanovich's hands reached the knees of his beloved, she spontaneously lowered her legs on both sides of the bench. Male hands drove Alenka to a frenzy, stroking the inside of the thigh, lightly touching her shaved pussy.

She lifted her pelvis, tearing her ass off the bench and trying to bring those tender and strong fingers closer to her pussy, but Uncle Fyodor did not allow her to do this. I could see how much the sexual lips of my beloved were swollen and how much they shone with juices flowing out, the clitoris swelled and, bare, just stuck up. Alenka mumbled something inarticulately. My penis stood like a stake, and I took it out and slowly massaged it. At this time, Fedor Ivanovich turned Alenka on her stomach, bringing her legs together again. Alyonka lay with her eyes closed and caressed herself, putting her hands between her legs. Her body was shaking, men's hands again lay on her buttocks and began to skillfully stretch the halves to the sides.

Then Uncle Fyodor stepped over the bench and slightly sat down on his wife's calves, while he no longer crushed his buttocks, but simply shook them with his palms from both sides. The pace increased. The towel slid down and hung on my beauty's ankles behind Uncle Fyodor's back. A half-excited member appeared to my eyes, which resembled a yoke and disappeared between Alyonich's legs not far from her knees. Fedor Ivanovich got up and moved closer to my wife's ass, let go of his buttocks and inserted the fingers of his left hand into both of her thirsty holes, and with his right hand began to massage his swelling cock. Alenka began to cover the strongest orgasm, from the outside it looked like an attack of epilepsy. Fyodor Ivanovich's member took full combat readiness and rushed to replace his fingers. My vision blurred and I finished myself in several long jets.

When I came to my senses, I already saw how Uncle Fedya was pouring his sperm on the back and ass of my beauty. Alenka was already lying unconscious, both hands on the floor. I went to the door to the dressing room and, slamming it, walked slowly to the door of the sink, and then looked inside. I was calmly greeted by the attendant, dressed in his towel, and said that he had finished the massage of my beauty and was waiting for me in the steam room. Alenka was only able to raise her head and kiss me in my direction, while Uncle Fyodor poured warm water over her on the bench. Soon my beloved entered the dressing room and, kissing me, said that today's massage session had driven her crazy.

I agreed with her, and confirmed that what I saw was really good. To which he received a smile and a slap on the ass: “you were peeping on a worthless boy”? I refused to take a steam bath and just went to hide it on a shelf, Fedor Ivanovich and my beloved stayed to drink kvass. When I left the steam room to rinse, I found our escaped Irinka washing the female pussy: “Hi again.” Irinka only mumbled softly in response, from which I could only make out that men have a bad nature to torture their wives with sex while drunk, when they themselves can no longer finish. Rinse with cool water.

I doused some more grumbling and jumped out into the dressing room. My beloved lay on her back and purred covered with a towel on the couch, and the attendant gently massaged her toes and some points on her feet. Everyone finally drank moonshine together and Uncle Fyodor left us. After the fifth glass, Irinka cheered up, took off her T-shirt and pulled Alenka into the sink, allegedly for women's secrets. I stayed to watch them through the half-open door of the sink, where two nymphs were pouring water over themselves and whispering conspiratorially about something.
Soon Irinka returned and, wet with a playful smile, sat down on my knees. I leaned back a little and her awesome breasts just crushed me. This beast dug into me with a passionate kiss and did not let go. I felt like my cock got into a strong captivity of my Alenka's mouth and, startled, was immediately sent to Irina's pussy. Through the partition, I felt how my wife's fingers were wielding in Irinka's ass. Irinka jumped on me with such frenzy and gluttony as if it was the last sex in her life.

Then she froze for a few seconds at the top point, only her lower abdomen and the pussy itself throbbed, with a deep exhalation she sank onto the penis and went limp. My Alenka freed me from a pleasant captivity and took her place, but soon she turned her back on me and sent my penis to her cool ass. I could hardly restrain myself from pouring myself into my wife before her sweet convulsions. Soon Alenka thrashed in ecstasy and slid off my penis to the floor. I was pulled by the hand by Irinka, who was lying on her back with her legs high and stroking her wet pussy.

From me it only remained to choose a hole, which I did with great pleasure in favor of the ass and almost immediately finished, so much so that everything swam before my eyes. After sitting a little more and finishing the moonshine, we rinsed together and cheerfully and went to bed.

Fornication in Russia (Through the mouth of the people) - 1997 Anatoly Manakov

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IN THE BATH

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Froska quietly entered the bathhouse and hesitated. The master was lying on the sofa with his stomach down, and two girls, Melashka and Natashka, also naked, standing on the sides, fiercely whipped him with wet birch brooms on his steamed, crimson-red back.

The master blissfully screwed up his eyes and grunted approvingly at especially strong blows. Finally, he signaled them to stop and, puffing loudly, lowered his widely spread legs.

Kwasu,” he said hoarsely.

Quickly darting into a corner, Natashka gave him a ladle. Having drunk, the master noticed Froska standing quietly at the door and beckoned her with his finger. Slowly stepping her wet feet on the slippery floor and bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands, she approached and stood in front of him, lowering her eyes. She was also ashamed because both of them, without a shadow of embarrassment, were examined by the girls standing nearby, not at all ashamed of their nakedness.

New! Okay, don't say anything! The name of? - quickly threw the master, feeling her stomach, legs, buttocks.

Froska, - she answered quietly and suddenly cried out from unexpected pain: the master firmly pinched her left breast with his fingers.

Enjoying her elasticity, he moved his hand up and down, fingering the surface of the chest that swollen between them, tightly covered with smooth and delicate skin. Froska twitched, jumped back, rubbing her sore chest. The master laughed out loud and shook his finger. Echoing him, Melashka and Natashka laughed with obsequious laughter.

Well, nothing, you'll get used to it, and it won't be the same again, Natasha giggled and cast mischievous eyes at the master. And he, smiling, put his hand between his legs, scratching and sorting out all his male accessories, which have a rather impressive appearance.

Your task, girls, - he turned to Melashka and Natashka, - is to teach Froska all our wisdom. In the meantime, let him watch and gain his mind. Well, Melashka!

Melashka stepped out into the middle of the room, free of benches, and, bending over, rested her hands on the floor. He went up to her, patted her wet bottom with a shimmering white elastic skin and suddenly neighed like a horse. From the lust that seized him, his face was filled with blood, his mouth was twisted, his breathing became loud, intermittent, and his half-bent knees trembled. Tightly clinging to the girl's steep ass, he neighed again, but this time victoriously.

Melashka, too, apparently had a great deal of trouble, she sweetly began to moan and help the master. Natashka looked at this living picture, completely captured by the ongoing action, her large eyes widened, her mouth parted, and her quivering body involuntarily bent over to the beat of the movements of the bodies of the master and Melashka. She, as it were, received the master herself in the place of a girlfriend.

And Froska, at first stunned, gradually began to really perceive the very frank shamelessness surrounding her of the actions of the naked gentleman and girls in front of her. She knew what it was, but she saw sexual intercourse between a man and a woman so closely and frankly for the first time. When the master stuck to Melashka, Froska turned away in embarrassment, but her curiosity overcame her and she threw a sidelong quick glance, and when she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she began to look at them with all eyes. Having not yet experienced the fullness of male affection, she perceived it calmly at first, then she began to feel some kind of sweet languor, and hot blood spilled all over her body, her breathing became intermittent, for her everything ceased to exist.

Suddenly the master twitched convulsively, his eyes rolled back and he exhaled air from his chest with a groan.

All! - He said relaxed and with a heavy gait went to the bench. Melashka straightened up, stretched blissfully, and also sat down on the bench.

Natasha, vodka, - ordered the master.

She darted into the waiting room and brought vodka, a glass and a bowl of pickles on a tray. The master poured himself a full glass, drank it in one gulp and crunched the cucumber. Then he poured again and beckoned Melashka. She came up and also drained the glass served to her with a habitual gulp, and Natashka swallowed the same portion after her.

Come here, - ordered the master Froska, pouring her vodka.

Froska took the glass and, after taking the first sip, coughed.

It's okay, he'll learn, - the master said and poured himself another half a glass.

The girls giggled obsequiously, chewing cucumbers with a crunch. The master sang: Mistress, mistress, madam, you are my Melashka began to echo him, and Natasha, akimbo with one hand and throwing the other over her head, slowly walked in a circle, wiggling her hips and stamping her bare feet to the beat. Gradually, the tempo of the song began to increase, and with it, the movements of the girl became faster, her slender body with a flexible thin waist wriggled in obscene movements, with which she, the lady, would allegedly give herself to a man. With her hands she seemed to hug an imaginary partner, and with her lower abdomen she waved towards him, and at the same time beat out a fraction of the rhythm.

Eh, give it up! Shake your boobs, - exclaimed the master and led the song even faster.

Natashka began to bounce on the spot, moving her white shoulders, her full elastic cups of slightly sagging breasts swayed from side to side, teasingly shaking tight, large peas of pink nipples.

Come on heat! - the master could not stand it and he started dancing.

The pace of the dance became frantic, now they danced to the same voice of Natashka, clapping their hands first on top, then on the bottom of the stomach. Suddenly she squealed and clung to the master, grabbing him by the neck with her other hand, and he, clasping the girl with both hands, dug passionate kisses into her neck, grabbed her and carried her to the benches. Natashka gave herself skillfully and passionately. Froska and Melashka again watched what was happening with all their eyes, and Melashka (that impudent girl) came up to them from the side and, kneeling down, began to look at them point-blank. Overwhelmed by an irresistible attraction, Froska joined her, fascinated by an unprecedented spectacle.

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Froska quietly entered the bathhouse and hesitated.

The master was lying on a bench on his stomach, and two girls - Natashka and Malashka, also naked, stood on their sides, taking turns fiercely whipping brooms on their red-hot crimson-pink back, shining with sweat. The master squinted blissfully, grunted approvingly at a particularly strong blow. Finally, he signaled them to stop and, puffing loudly, sat down, placing his widely spread legs on the floor.

- "Kwasu!" he called hoarsely.

Quickly darting into a corner, Natasha gave him a ladle of kvass. Having drunk, the master noticed Froska standing quietly at the door and beckoned her with his finger.

Slowly stepping her bare feet on the wet floor, bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands, she approached and stood in front of him, lowering her eyes. She felt ashamed to look at the naked master, ashamed to stand naked in front of him. She was ashamed of the fact that she was looked at without a shadow of embarrassment, standing next to two girls who were not embarrassed by their nakedness.

"New girl!" - exclaimed the barin. "Good, do not say anything!". "The name of?" - He said in a patter, feeling her stomach, legs, buttocks.

"Froska," she answered quietly, and suddenly cried out in surprise and pain: the master firmly pinched his left breast with his fingers. Enjoying her lively elasticity, he moved his hand up and down, fingering the surface of her breast, swollen between them, tightly covered with soft and smooth skin. Froska twitched, jumped back, rubbing her sore chest.

The master laughed out loud and shook his finger at her. Echoing him, Malashka and Natasha burst into obsequious laughter.

"Well, nothing, you'll get used to it," Natashka said, giggling, "and it won't be the same," and she cast mischievous eyes at the master.

And he, quite grinning, ran his hand between his legs, scratching all his male accessories, which had a rather impressive appearance.

"Your task, girls," he turned to Malashka and Natashka, "teach her," he nodded at Froska, "all our wisdom." He smiled carnivorously, waving the head of his swollen cock.

"In the meantime," he continued, "let him watch and gain his mind. Ah, well, Malashka, stop!" - Suddenly the master shouted loudly and stretched his heavy body with a crunch. Malashka went out into the middle of the room, free from benches, and bent over, rested her hands on the floor.

He approached her from behind, loudly patting her wet ass, shimmering with the whiteness of elastic wet skin, and, neighing like a foal, began to thrust his cock sticking out like a stake under Malashka's steep buttocks, quickly pushing his head into the slippery flesh of the female genital organ. From the gripping lust, his face was filled with blood, his mouth was twisted, his breathing became loud and intermittent, and his half-bent knees trembled. Finally, the elastic head of his penis parted the wet but tight throat of her vagina, and the master's belly pressed tightly against the girl's rounded ass. He neighed again, but already victoriously and, fiercely moving the lower body, began to indulge in sexual intercourse with pleasure. Malashka, it is clear, too, great dismantled. She voluptuously began to moan at each immersion in her bosom of the male member and, while helping the master, moved her thick ass towards the movements of his body.

Natashka looked at this picture, completely captured by what was happening. Her large eyes widened even more, her mouth opened, and her quivering body involuntarily twitched in time with the movements of the master and Malashka. She seemed to perceive the master instead of a girlfriend.

And Froska, at first stunned, gradually began to really perceive her surroundings, although she was very embarrassed by the shamelessness of the bare bodies of the master and the girl. She knew what it was, but she saw the sexual intercourse of a man and a woman so closely and frankly for the first time.

When the master stuck to Malashka's ass, Froska turned away in embarrassment, but curiosity overpowered, and she, throwing a sidelong glance and seeing that no one was looking at her, grew bolder and began to look at them with all her eyes. Having not experienced the fullness of male affection, she perceived everything calmly at first, but then she began to feel some kind of sweet languor, and hot blood spilled all over her body, her heart began to beat, as after running, her breathing became intermittent. For everyone, time and the environment ceased to exist, everything except for the ongoing sexual intercourse, which captured attention and feelings.

Suddenly the master jerked convulsively, his eyes rolled back, and with a groan he let out the air from his chest. "That's it," he sighed heavily and with a relaxed gait walked up to the bench, then sank heavily onto it.

Malashka straightened up, blissfully stretched and sat down on another bench. "Natasha, vodka!" - ordered the master. She darted into the dressing room and brought out a bottle of vodka and a bowl of cucumbers on a tray. The master poured himself a glass, drank it in one gulp and crunched the cucumber. Then he poured it again and beckoned Malashka with his finger. She approached and also habitually drained it in one gulp. After her, Natasha took the same portion.