Instructor's Weekdays 6

It's past noon. At the same place on Brusnichnaya Street.

I pull my jeans on right over my bare skin. Put on my shoes. Go down to the riffle. The sun is scorching. Not a breath of wind on the river. I don't like this. Usually, at this time, there's a steady upstream breeze. And how it blows...

I walk upstream along the bank. Reconnaissance.

No. There's nowhere to set up a bathhouse and nothing to build it with. But it's already time for a bath day. Alright, tomorrow we'll camp again under the Overhang. I'll set up a bathhouse there.

I return to camp at a leisurely pace. At the riffle opposite the camp, I sit down on a hot boulder. Without pants, I'd have scorched my ass immediately. I light a cigarette. So what does this mean? Am I gay now? I realize with horror that I like the feeling of another man's cock. In my hand, in my anus, and even in my mouth. I vividly imagine Arthur's cock in my hand. Big. Heavy. Hard. With thin, mobile skin. I remember how the large, soft head rubs against the roof of my mouth and presses against my throat. I feel my own cock stiffen. I have a hard-on from the memory of a cock in my mouth! I've lived to see the day. This time I'll return from the trip a sexual invalid. A sexual pervert.

I finish my smoke and toss the butt into the river. Not a breath of wind and stifling heat. This isn't for nothing. We should expect a thunderstorm by night.

I return to camp. Not yet seeing the fire pit or the tent, I loudly announce my approach:

"Hey! It's me coming!"

I come out to the tent. Oh, they've come up with a new pastime. It turns out they have a camera. Arthur is taking pictures. Inga is posing. She's on her knees, head resting on her hands, her rear end raised high. Her knees are slightly apart. Both openings are clearly visible.

"Oh, there you are," says Arthur. "Will you take some pictures of us?"

"Just take your pants off," Inga adds.

I take off my jeans. I take the camera. Not some 'Smena', but a real 'Zenit'.

The couple starts posing. Inga squats down. Takes his cock in her hand. I choose a winning angle. There. A close-up of her face and his cock in her hand. The exposed head near her slightly parted lips. She lifts her tongue and catches a testicle with her lips. Takes the head into her mouth. Clasps it tightly with her lips. Her cheeks hollow in. Oh. And now her cheek bulges from the cock pressing against it from inside.

Here they are both standing, embracing. Inga has lifted one leg. Arthur holds her under the knee and embraces her waist. I squat down and capture the view from below. In the frame are both an erect cock and both openings.

They assume the 69 position. I take three shots. A general one and one close-up each. Inga with a cock in her mouth. Her head between Arthur's spread thighs. He's bent in half and his legs pass under Inga's armpits. Arthur is magnificent even from this angle. The defined muscles on his thighs and calves. His cock looks even longer. His scrotum is drawn up into a beautiful round pouch. The perineum in all its detail. His buttocks are slightly parted, revealing the dark hole of his anus.

I move to the other side. Arthur has his hands around Inga's thighs. His index fingers are spreading her labia majora. The labia minora are clearly visible. They are swollen and even look firm. They are slightly parted, revealing the entrance to her vagina. His thumbs are near her clitoris. His other fingers are widely spreading her buttocks.

Inga gets on her knees. Arthur positions himself behind her. He turns slightly so it's better seen how his cock enters his wife's ass. Then he inserts his cock into her vagina. First he goes in deep, then pulls back slightly. Her labia minora gripping the shaft become clearly visible. Arthur thrusts his cock into Inga several times and stops again, giving me a chance to take a shot. I work the zoom to get maximum magnification. Everything is visible in the smallest detail. The slightly grown dark hairs on the cock, gleaming from her secretions.

"I want to take a picture with you. Do you mind?" Inga asks.

I hand the camera to Arthur.

"Lie on your back," Inga commands.

I lie down. She settles between my legs. I have to spread my thighs and bend my knees slightly. Inga plays with my cock. Takes it in her mouth. Grabs my testicles with her lips. Arthur clicks the shutter. Suddenly he commands:

"Break. I'll change the film now." He goes to the tent, and Inga doesn't even think of stopping. When Arthur returns, she's already mounted me and is riding on top. I put my hands on her breasts, slipping her nipples between my fingers. I squeeze gently but firmly. The woman moans and moves her pelvis back and forth. She hasn't yet impaled herself on my cock, just rubs her awesome pussy against it. My cock is already all wet. My whole stomach is already wet.

Impaling herself on my cock, she takes a little more than half of it inside and leans back strongly. Arthur takes pictures.

"Now take me from behind," she asks her husband.

She leans forward strongly. I embrace her. Caress her back. A tube of lubricant appears in her hand.

"Arthur, lube up my ass."

I feel with my cock as Arthur's fingers penetrate Inga's anus.

"Good. Shoot."

I feel my cock being squeezed by the tight ring of her anus.

"Will you take a picture with me?" Arthur asks me. "Come on, if you're shy, we'll cover your face with a bandana."

"Eh. Well, since we're on a roll..."

They laugh.

They did cover my face, after all.

We take photos with me and Arthur. Inga is taking the pictures, and it seems to really turn her on.

We stand face to face. Rubbing our exposed heads together.

Arthur's cock passes between my legs. My scrotum rests on it. My cock is pressed against Arthur's stomach by his hand.

Both our cocks are in Arthur's hand.

Arthur's hand strongly pulls back the foreskin on my cock, and the ring of my fingers encircles his scrotum right at the base.

Arthur squats down. With one hand, he holds my scrotum just as I was holding his. His lips envelop my rock-hard cock. My legs are slightly apart, and his other hand rests on my perineum. The middle finger of that hand caresses my anus.

We lie down head-to-toe. Now we caress each other simultaneously.

We are very aroused but don't strive to bring each other to a logical conclusion.

We reach the anal finale. We lubricate each other. Arthur suggests I lie on my back. He sits on top of me, facing me. He impales his anus on my cock. His erect cock sways rhythmically from side to side. When Arthur starts moving up and down on my cock, his foreskin starts moving up and down. I take his shaft in my hand, and it slides back and forth in my palm.

We switch places. Arthur lays me on my back on a foam pad. He shoved a stuff sack with two sleeping bags under my rear. He bent me in half. Aha. So that's what he had in mind. He enters me in this position. My anus is on fire. Arthur moves inside me unhurriedly, with short, smooth strokes, gradually sinking deeper and deeper into me. His cock reaches my prostate. An involuntary moan escapes me. Arthur takes my cock in his hand. His movements in my ass become more energetic. Warmth spreads from my anus through the lower part of my body. I didn't think such pleasure was possible without a woman. Arthur lets go of my cock. Now he holds me by the hips and drives his cock into me more sharply and quickly. I feel familiar muscle contractions. My semen shoots from my cock onto my stomach. To my surprise, my cock doesn't go completely soft after this. It's still quite hard. A pleasant ache spreads from my prostate all the way to the tip. Semen starts flowing out of me again. Now it really hurts. But the flow starts again. Arthur growls and presses his lower stomach hard against my buttocks. I feel his big, hard cock convulsively contracting inside me. It starts to soften. Arthur rolls off me.

"How are you?" he asks, collapsing next to me.

"You really fucked me hard."

Inga lies down on the other side. Both laugh. They find it funny, but my ass is burning as if someone stuck pepper in it.