Irina's Cunning Bachelorette Party
Late in the evening, the bite ended, and Volodya and I sat down by the fire, admiring the mesmerizing dance of the flames, which were also heating our kettle of tea. This small copper kettle he brought from the army, and he was very proud of it, convincing all of us that it was in this very kettle that the most delicious tea was made. Arguing with him about it was simply useless!
And after drinking some tea, I was just about to go to sleep when Vovka asked me to stay for a couple of questions—he was very interested in our picnic and fishing trip from two weeks ago. Whispering that "she" was asleep anyway, Vovka was so insistent that I told him everything, adding only that he was
simply in an incoherent state that last time.And I was eager to get into the tent because my mom's younger sister, Aunt Nadya, was sleeping in it. She is 18 years younger than her older sister; she is 32 now. Although, due to her slender figure, everyone gives her no more than twenty years. Volodya and I wanted to go by ourselves, but Aunt Nadya, who had come to visit—it's simply funny to call her "aunt," Vovka was immediately surprised when I called her that—insisted on coming with us.
And to my mom's sly question, like, aren't you afraid that these two twenty-year-old brutes, just back from the army and starved for female affection, might get drunk and rape you, Nadya just laughed—"There are only two of them!" Well, okay, we'll see how tough you are, and we'll show you what kind of "only" two we are!
Answering Vovka's cheeky questions, I decided to tell him all the events of the Saturday before last, when Irina suggested the four of us go fishing, saying she knew a wonderful spot. Listen, Vova...
... I crawled out of the tent and raised my head—the stars were already standing out brightly in the sky, like grains of sugar on black velvet, gently shining like expensive diamonds in a jewelry store window. From a strange nowhere, armadas of deep black clouds rolled and rolled, lit by the last rays of the Sun, disappearing beyond the horizon invisible to me. Night was firmly taking its rights, and these phalanxes of the heavenly host, burning with inner fire, raced at incredible speed, vanishing in the distance.
And new armies replaced them, bright-black and still lit by the last rays of our luminary, having absorbed on their way here the warm vapor of the earth after the recent rain, they crawled out and raced forward, only to then disappear into the boundless ocean of the sky, lit on the horizon by bright flashes of lightning, those warlike threats to all living beings from the terrible fury of atmospheric electricity.
Frightened, though only a little, by the fiery wrath of these heavenly wars, and also trying not to look at the sky, I quickly drained the processed beer waste from my kidneys and swiftly dove into the warm belly of the tent, our bed now and protection from the raging elements. Groping in the semi-darkness for Irina's hot, sweet body and hugging her tightly, I began to sink into the wonderful oblivion of deep sleep. No wonder, after two such excellent "sessions"!
It was a wonderful evening; she decided to have this version of her bachelorette party—as soon as we drank a couple of shots upon arrival, Irina immediately dragged me into the tent, while Vovka and Zhanna continued to pay attention to the "Borysfen." I ecstatically came twice vigorously into Irina's hot vagina, comfortably settled between her slender legs—no need for protection today! It's just that oral and anal options were completely off-limits for me. And it serves me right, as Irina loudly declared on such a day, so my pussy awaits your cheeky advances, but my ass and my mouth aren't going anywhere.
Waking up early in the morning, I did just that—without any illusions or caresses, cheekily and even brazenly spread her great legs and easily entered her hot vagina, tightly hugging the warm and sweet-from-sleep body of my beauty, my former classmate. It seems I was able to give her complete pleasure, no wonder she screamed so loudly, coming vigorously, also waking our neighbors with her cries.
And when Zhanna climbed into our tent and quietly began to complain, Irina cheekily pulled off her panties and simply ordered me to "calm down" her best friend. And I did so with pleasure—Zhanochka is very sexy! And to the magnificent, musically varied snoring of Volodya, boldly spreading Zhanka's long legs—who, however, didn't resist at all—I quickly brought her to orgasm, ecstatically finishing in the sweet, skillful mouth of this future witness at Irina's upcoming wedding.
In the morning, having dashed out of the tent behind the bushes and vigorously relieved myself, I slowly returned to our "camp," squinting from the bright rays of the sun reflected off the surface of the quiet river's mirror. A bright blue expanse shone across the entire surface of the clear sky, but soon white masses of clouds rushed across it, inflating their mighty bodies under the pressure of a light breeze. Bright green grass, all bathed in the gentle morning sun, swayed rapturously under the light gusts of the cool morning breeze. Shaking their thick, short curls, the juicy grass stems softly gave way under my bare feet, caressing my soles. And then, on her knees, a half-asleep Irina crawled out of the tent and, arching her back and remaining in that tempting pose, stretched and loudly asked about morning coffee, because without coffee, it's nowhere—one scoundrel had kept her from sleeping all night.
— It'll be ready soon, my beauty, the kettle is already boiling and steaming away. Maybe you'd like to repeat the morning promenade for now? We can do it quickly, maybe a couple of times,—and I also stretched sweetly.
— Come on, don't scare me, first coffee and sandwiches, and then we'll see,—what a sly, cunning one.
After having coffee with her, we treated our sleepy friends; Vovka drank in silence, and Zhanochka cunningly complained, saying she hadn't slept well because of our loud moans of passion that night. And what, my dears, stopped you from indulging in the impulses of passion and lust, and getting pleasure yourselves. Ah, Vovka snored all night, having drunk heavily, so it's a woman's job to make sure everything is okay with her man. And so that at the wedding, he, as the witness, is also okay, that's your direct duty as the "best man," and here you need to show skill and tact! And endure one more night; this will be the last night of our passion with my beloved girl—next Saturday she's getting married. So, my dear Zhannet, tomorrow morning I'll see her off on the nine o'clock bus. And on Sunday, we'll arrange a "passion for three," so you'll be satisfied too! And next night, you won't be bored!
...Leaving Vovka by the dying fire to "digest" my story, I crawled into the tent. Nadya's strong, resilient body immediately rushed to meet me, and I quietly groaned from her tight embrace. After sweet kisses, feeling that I might soon "arrive" at the final station, I quickly put on a condom and soon found myself between the hot, full legs of my cool young aunt.
Slowly, clearly feeling my cock spreading the walls of her maidenly narrow, cherished hole, I entered to the hilt and began to revel ecstatically in the hot vagina, tightly kissing her sweet, plump lips, which also conveyed the aroma of expensive alcohol. I came quickly and immediately left my post to Vovka, who was literally stamping his hooves near the entrance. His huge cock entered completely and seemed to hit the cervix—Nadya immediately choked on a cry, which immediately turned into sweet moans. She threw her heels onto my friend's lower back and began to buck against him with all her might, hoarsely and rapturously crying out each time Vovka's thick, long cock plunged to the hilt into her hole. Nadya was clearly in complete ecstasy, emitting loud, sweet moans.
My cock easily parted her tender buttocks, and with a swing, I entered the tight, hot channel, pressing the resilient hemispheres to myself; Nadya only groaned loudly. She tried to break free, but I held her firmly and soon came wonderfully, vigorously spilling inside Nadya's great ass. And as soon as I went to the river to wash off the sweat and sins of incest, Vovka replaced me, and soon, howling loudly, Nadya fell exhausted onto the inflatable mattress on her stomach, and Vovka's cock popped out of her burning vagina with a smack.
At home, the next evening, Nadya sat for a long time with my mom in the kitchen and, pouring wine into glasses, rapturously and quietly narrated about our passions during the fishing trip. We didn't catch anything, but all three of us got a sea of pleasure. Peeking into the kitchen on the sly, I saw Nadya fidgeting on the chair with a simply happy expression on her doll-like face, and my still quite appetizing and sexy mom sitting and, propping her chin with her fists, deep in thought. Could she be wanting to verify her younger sister's words? Exactly as our grandfather Lenin taught us—"Practice, and only practice, is the criterion of complete and exact truth"!