Lake vacation
"Magda, how much lo-o-o-onger?"
Marisa looked up with longing at the summer sun frozen at its zenith and adjusted the visor of her baseball cap again so the shadow covered her face. All she needed now was freckles! And how did she ever let her friend talk her into this, why did she agree to this adventure! "Just a couple of days in the forest, we'll live without TVs and phones, shake the book dust out of our ears! We'll swim in the lake and laze around!" A wonderful idea, of course. Only, could Marisa have imagined that the restless Magda would drag her into the impenetrable depths of a dense forest!
The dacha settlement, on the edge of which Magda's house nestled, was far behind,
and the two stubborn girls were purposefully pushing their way through the bushes. To Marisa, it seemed they had been walking for agonizing hours; unused to it, her legs ached, the straps of her heavy backpack dug into her shoulders, her back was already damp with sweat, and her short shorts offered no protection from the prickly branches. How surprised she would have been to learn their journey had taken less than an hour! Magda, however, seemed not to feel any fatigue, even though she carried a backpack three times bigger and five times heavier, remaining as energetic and full of strength as ever, humming a trendy tune to herself and managing to pick wild strawberries to feed her whining friend.They were absolute opposites, which, by all laws of physics, was why they became friends. Magda—tall, athletic, toned, a short-haired brunette, always in the front row: at lectures, seminars, competitions, adventures, dubious undertakings, romantic dates. Marisa seemed like a delicate snowdrop next to her—a petite, hesitant blonde with flaxen hair, a gentle voice, and a tendency to plumpness. On the first of September, Magda's bright "city" backpack landed on the university auditorium desk next to Marisa's soft coral purse, and from that day on, they were always seen together.
"Magda, how much lo-o-o-onger? Let's take a break, I'm thirsty! Magdochka, a little slower, please, not everyone has legs as long as yours!"
"Oh my god, what a whiner you are, Maris! Two more hours, and we'll be there! You'll swim in the cool water and feel reborn!"
"Two more hours! I'd rather go back! Two hours! And I'm not a good swimmer! And I'm hungry too! What are we going to eat for two days? Magda, has anyone ever told you you're a monster, a tyrant, and a murderer?!"
"Marisochka, we'll eat mosquitoes, swim near the shore, catch butterflies, build castles in the air, just hold on a little longer, and you won't regret it, trust your old good Magda!"—and the girl laughed loudly, and the forest laughed with her, rejoicing in youth and thirst for life.
The gods, it seemed, were favorable to Marisa today, and even less than two hours later, the bushes thinned, and the trees began to part, leading the girls to the shore of a lake, sprawling like a huge, carefree drop among the trees. On the opposite shore, tall firs guarded the calm of the smooth waters, their sharp tops poking into the clear, pure blue sky, like diluted ink.
"We're here!"—Magda joyfully announced, dropping her backpack under a cluster of birch trees. As if Marisa couldn't figure that out herself, without hints!
"Okay, we set up the tent, then swim, then make dinner! Alright, alright, swim, eat, then everything else!"—Magda encouragingly patted her frowning friend on the shoulder and helped her take off the backpack. Unpacking their gear took two minutes, changing into swimsuits no more than five, with Marisa shyly hiding in a thick bush, even though there wasn't a living soul around. Magda just chuckled at her friend.
The shrieks and laughter of the bathing nymphs stirred the silence, dragonflies darted over the water, splashes flying everywhere. Marisa splashed near the shore, while Magda soon swam with strong strokes to the very middle of the lake, loudly calling Marisa, assuring her the water was cooler and much cleaner there.
Half an hour later, the tent was set up with joint efforts, a campfire lit (Magda cunningly claimed she forgot matches at home and suggested making fire by friction, but Marisa smirked slyly and, handing her friend a lighter, explained she had anticipated such forgetfulness), semi-sweet red wine was poured into plastic cups, and the day was only just leaning towards evening, and nothing was more beautiful than these summer twilights far from the city and people.
"Alan, Alan, it's taken already! Girls, do you mind if we swim here? Honest, we'll be very quiet and won't bother! Alan, I told you I heard shrieking, and you kept saying 'it seems, it seems'!"
"Can't be, Rob, there was no one here half an hour ago!"
"Girls, why are you alone? Do you know wolves and bears come here to drink at night, and under those bushes over there..."
"Rob, stop scaring the girls, there have never been wolves here, and the bear you dreamed of last night, girls, don't listen to him, my friend has too rich an imagination."
"Alan, I swear to you, they're forest fairies, maybe we should choose another place to swim? Look, they drink the blood of innocent victims, let's get out of here, Alan!"
Both girls were initially taken aback by such a powerful verbal assault. The two young men talked among themselves like surgeons whose victims were already under anesthesia. Alan was half a head taller than his friend Rob, both muscular and lean, like two young hounds, in shorts and barefoot, with colorful towels around their necks, and absolutely serious, which confused Marisa and even flustered Magda for a while.
"Alan?"—Magda, who had managed to get up from the blanket spread on the grass, suddenly began to smile. Marisa just blinked in surprise, Rob modestly fell silent. "You rascal! You're supposed to be somewhere in the north of England, what winds blew you here? Is this your squire?"—She nodded at Rob, who had tactfully stepped aside to let the girl passionately wrap her arms around her friend's neck. He laughed, hugged the girl hanging on him around the waist, and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.
"Rob and I arrived late last night, and I swore we wouldn't leave without swimming in our lake. But he's a terrible coward, I can't get him to go in the water even up to his waist, he starts squealing and struggling..."
Magda laughed, Alan stroked her bottom, Rob sighed artlessly, Marisa smiled uncertainly.
"Maris, sorry..."—Magda twisted out of Alan's arms and finally turned to her friend. "Meet Alan—my childhood friend, we're neighbors, that nice house behind the green fence—his parents'."
"And Rob—my friend from college, we're exhausted from studying and titled classmates, so at the first opportunity we snuck away to restore our spiritual strength under the native birches..."—Alan chimed in, leading his childhood friend towards the girls' tent.
Marisa felt a jealous disappointment—goodbye, peace and blessed silence. Hello, enthusiastic childhood memories, interesting only to these two, and maybe Alan's friend. (specially for etales.ru—.ru) And she never had friends who rejoiced so emotionally and warmly at a chance meeting. However, Rob, noticing her expression, hurried to console the sensitive soul.
"We're in for it, huh?"—the young man sat on the edge of Marisa's blanket. She put aside her book and was swirling a cup of purplish liquid in her hand. "Let's go swimming, huh?"—He asked in a childishly plaintive way, which instantly endeared him to
good-hearted Marisa. "This monster first led me to some swamp he called a lake, then we got lost and I almost got sunstroke, and he chose a spot for the tent where you can't even get into the water. Let's go!"—Rob jumped up and held out an open palm to the girl. "You see, I'm not a good swimmer and I never go in the water alone..."—Marisa, as someone who was unsteady in the water, understood him perfectly, so, after a moment's hesitation, she finished her wine, carefully placed the cup on a tree stump, and, grabbing the guy's hand, got up. She turned out to be shoulder-height to him.
"Are you going to swim in your shorts?"
"Ah, no, of course not..."—Rob ruffled his hair comically, and Marisa slowly headed towards the water. Here, the descent was perfect—clean, even sand sloped gently into the clear water. The girl turned around—and froze. Rob pulled off his shorts, and under the shorts, there were no swim trunks. He approached her with a boyish smile, and his impressive manhood swayed solidly from side to side with each step.
"Ah..."—was all the girl could stammer.
"What?"—Rob didn't understand her confusion. "Well, we thought there was no one here!"—He genuinely didn't see anything improper about swimming naked in a forest lake, and Marisa involuntarily felt ashamed of her prudishness. Trying not to look in his direction—at least below the waist, the girl ran into the water. Rob followed her—with some trepidation.
* * *
"Don't worry, he'll distract her for a long time."—Inside the tent, it was spacious enough for two to stretch out on the blanket. "Your friend is sweet..."—A greedy kiss interrupted his words, female fingers pulled at the zipper of his shorts, dove into the opening, proprietarily groping and squeezing...
"Did mother say we were at the lake? Wow, you've grown a lot in a year, Alanchik... You've ma-a-a-tured... Remember how I like it? Yes, like that... more... li-i-ike that..."—A male hand made its way under the swimsuit fabric, stroked her breast, fingers pinched the hardening nipple, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure. The other hand pulled down the weightless panties, spanked the firm buttocks, confidently covered the smooth stomach, slid over the clean-shaven pubis, two fingers boldly made their way between the playfully closed thighs to the coveted slit, already oozing the nectar of the gods...
"Oh... Alan, how I... mi-i-issed you... Yes, kiss me again, deeper, oh-h-h..."
"My girl, you get sweeter every year... Don't be naughty, let me..."
"Then take me..."
The intertwining of two bodies, playful struggle, short cries, the victor's exhale and the vanquished's shriek—as always, strength prevailed...
* * *
"Maris, are you sure you're not a mermaid? Your eyes are the color of a stormy sea now, it feels like you'll drag me into the depths... You don't happen to have a tail, do you? Let me check..."—And Rob disappeared underwater headfirst. They stood in the shallows, in no hurry to go ashore. The water was up to Marisa's neck, up to Rob's shoulders. The girl felt simple and happy with the young man, as if they had known each other for many years, not twenty minutes.
"Rob, what are you doing?! A-a-a-a, that ti-i-ickles!!"—Marisa's shriek echoed through the forest, soared over the treetops, shattered into thousands of splashes—the girl slapped the water with her palms, feeling strong fingers boldly feeling her calves, knees, sliding higher to her thighs and bumping into the mound of her pubis, blindly groping between her legs, firmly poking into soft lips... Marisa almost choked and froze in fear, afraid of losing her balance... "Rob, Rob, what, stop..."—she finally squealed, coming to her senses and recoiling to the side. The sand under her foot squelched away, Marisa unexpectedly gulped water, got scared, her face was splashed with clear water, sunlight, and water again, and then she was caught and, coughing and gasping, clung to Rob's neck.
"Scared, huh? Sorry, I was sure I caught your tail..."—Rob was kneeling beside her on the spread blanket, rubbing her shoulders with his towel. Or was it Alan's towel? What difference did it make... "I promise I won't scare you anymore, but you promise not to turn into a mermaid and bewitch me with your big eyes!"
And then he unexpectedly cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. With such tenderness that Marisa felt—she was melting... Melting like a piece of butter lying in the sun... His lips touched her cheeks, cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, closed eyelids, caressed her lips—as if trying to open the petals of a tight bud. Could she be resisting? No, of course not, here was the pliant surrender of her lips, the sweetness of her tongue, the impatience of her heart, the desire of her soul...
"You really are a fairy..."—Rob pulled away from her, caught his breath, rubbed his face with his palms, as if in prayer... "You drink nectar, and your kisses intoxicate sweeter than honey... I want you so much I'll explode right now, but... if you're against it, I'll leave..."—and he looked up at her with the eyes of a sick dog. Marisa herself felt heated by his caress... She felt like the queen of nature, the princess of the forest, the mistress of the water elements... She punishes and rewards, kills and heals...
"Kiss me again..."
"Yes, Marisa..."
* * *
Alan, disheveled and naked, tumbled out of the tent, froze, and, turning around, put a finger to his lips, beckoning Magda to him. She, with a silent moan and flushed cheeks, crawled to the entrance and exchanged a mischievous look with her man. "Well, what did I tell you?"—was written in Alan's gaze. "What a friend, what a mischief-maker..."—Magda wordlessly replied, acknowledging his correctness in their unspoken argument.
Just a couple of meters from them, Rob, having pinned the loudly moaning Marisa beneath him, breathing hoarsely and heavily, was driving his cock between the girl's widely spread thighs... Thrust after thrust, he pulled her onto his powerful, vein-engorged shaft, and in the wet pink slit, almost turned inside out, it squelched as if all the life juices were now concentrated in the folds of this shell... The girl's heels slid over his lower back when he paused, trembling his hips, growling as he bit her white, full breast, alternately tormenting the creamy-pink buds of her nipples—Marisa began to purr throatily, he licked her throat, tense from screaming, kneaded her firm buttocks with his fingers, leaving red marks, and again tirelessly drove his piston into the crimson slit...
Alan's softly hanging cock twitched, filling with new strength... Magda grinned greedily, feeling herself begin to tingle between her legs from the sight, though her overworked slit remained swollen and reddened. It took but a minute to position herself on her haunches before him, so that the passionately copulating couple also entered her field of view... Alan's hand gratefully rested on the back of her head as the girl promisingly touched the flesh-hidden head of his cock with her lips and carefully squeezed his testicles in her palm, gently pulling them down... Her other hand shifted the foreskin, freeing the swelling head... Her tongue began to lick it in circular motions with cat-like movements, now and then returning to the hole at the very tip, paying it special attention, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Enveloping the already swollen, massive, hot head with her lips, Magda began to suck it, alternately massaging the heavy testicles. Mmm, I can tell you like this... Let's... I could just eat your balls, but no, I'll gently draw them into my mouth and caress them with my tongue, sucking, one by one, not neglecting either... And if I do this now—the girl began to softly swallow the hard, fully battle-ready cock of her lover, deeper and deeper, trying not to squeeze the shaft too tightly with her lips, gently moving her head from side to side—let him feel the warmth of her mouth, the tenderness of her tongue... Wow, who would have thought you could get even bigger