Interesting summer internship
That's how it goes, the wife and daughters are at the seaside, I just decided to laze around and "bachelor it up," so to speak, for a couple of days, and hello!—a sharp ring at the door. Well, of course, it's my neighbor, Oleg Ivanovich—he dropped by to "relax," having learned my family was at the sea. And his job is quite stressful—he teaches geology at our university.
It's a specialty that's actually in high demand now—our prime minister seems to have realized that our "independent" country needs to find new sources to replenish the treasury and, accordingly, new important deposits. And that they exist is confirmed by satellite reconnaissance too, but it only gives
approximate areas, while precise coordinates—that's for a geologist with an alpenstock or a geological hammer and a notebook for documenting discoveries.That's what he teaches the students for! Well, and modern female students—they're a complete nightmare for a modest, henpecked man! Young, appetizing girls, senior students, openly offer him all sorts of favors—from a "French kiss" to the anal version. Studying boring textbooks and their own notes isn't very appealing!
Naturally, due to the specifics of the subject, Oleg has to conduct summer fieldwork with his group—travel to little-studied areas and try, with great difficulty, to teach these young fools, especially these sexy students, to at least try to distinguish molybdenum from pyrite. And with what difficulty—the girls stand before him during explanations in very revealing swimsuits and brazenly bat their eyelashes and even wink—like, tonight... And he feels himself blushing, but what can you do—summer fieldwork!
And this time, which he so dreamed of telling about, to get this weight off his chest, Oleg Ivanovich had to be a bit of a diplomat. The thing is, this time in his group was his daughter—the beauty Nastya. And how sexy she is! Fair-skinned, with hair black as pitch, bright blue almond-shaped eyes, with a shapely figure in her favorite lilac dress, which she apparently wore because of the daring neckline, from which peeked out, though not large, very seductively accentuated by this dress, round, firm breasts. And what a butt she has!
When Nastya walked by in shorts, how they played as she walked! Every time we met in the elevator, I mentally raped her, and more than once. And this young minx even teases: "Uncle Sasha, don't look like that! I'm a modest girl, so—money upfront!" And she laughs! Maybe I should really offer her money? But I never dared.
So—got distracted with this Oleg. Everyone in the group, of course, knew that Nastya was the daughter of this modest associate professor, that she already knows the appearance and properties of practically every stone, so Oleg Ivanovich, pretending not to notice Nastya, paid more attention to the other students. This bothered Nastya a bit, so in the evenings, since they slept in the same tent, she would give her dad a "talking-to," being a little jealous of the brazen classmates.
Plus, she scolded him for turning a blind eye, as the group supervisor, to the students' nighttime antics. Naturally, Oleg Ivanovich knew and even sometimes heard how the young people were fucking away with all the enthusiasm of youth, but he himself had been a student and often wanted only one thing when seeing seductive classmates—passionate sex. Preferably safe, of course, as the famous TV host Anfisa Chekhova constantly says, swaying her boundless chest across the screen in the incredible neckline of her revealing dresses. But Nastya somehow let it slip to her daddy that she would deal with him herself! And she did! Now the story from Oleg's perspective, as he told me—shared it after the second shot, though, to be honest—after the fourth. Or the fifth...
— ...Nastya slept in the same tent with me, and in the mornings I was a bit ashamed—we woke up somehow under the same blanket and her tender yet strong little arms were hugging me tightly. Nastya explained it by saying it was very fresh in the mornings, even a bit cold, and she kicks off the covers, so she crawls in with me to warm up. And she sleeps in a short nightgown on her bare skin, so my cock stood rock hard and pressed against her hot little tummy or firm butt if she turned her back.
And I not only feared coming in my sleep and drenching my daughter in sperm, but also struggled in the mornings to hold back from "driving into" her seductive butt, which was so provocatively rubbing against me. And then one day, what excited me so much happened, and I decided to share it with my neighbor Alexander, my fishing and poker buddy, which we were both big fans of, and how we became friends.
One fine late evening, I went to the toilet, washed up, admired the beautiful starry sky, and, sighing, crawled into the tent where Nastya was peacefully dozing. Then came the collective sigh of my fool students: the boss went to sleep, now we can have some fun! And their fun is one thing—with moans, groans, and occasional orgasms.
I fell asleep soundly and, it seems, had a sweet dream, because such a thing can only happen in a dream! A gentle, soft hand with tender fingers ran over my torso, causing a slight shiver, lingered a bit before the waistband of my underwear, and, slipping under it, continued its delightful movement.
It paused for a moment and then, wrapping those tender fingers around my half-asleep cock, began to move: up and down, up and down, making that sweet shiver of arousal run down my legs and settle in my groin, and then my indignant nature, as is natural, swelled strongly, increasing in size to the maximum. However—what an interesting, sweet, and so arousing dream, I thought in my half-sleep, half-drowse. What dream, I almost howled, slowly emerging from the arms of Morpheus. What is this, I almost yelled, already waking up, but then soft, sweet, full lips covered my mouth and my cry of surprise
froze and died, never even starting.
But the hands of this sweet and brazen stranger kept moving, pulling off my underwear, which wasn't entirely easy. And her playful little tongue was roaming around in my mouth! But then she managed with my underwear and then I almost went crazy—a hot ring of those sweet lips enveloped the head of my cock and it tensed even more. A hot wave flew through my body, relaxing it. How good I feel! But then those lips left my "old friend," which he was very indignant about.
And I was frustrated that I didn't know what to do in this case. The desire to submit to the tender advances of this stranger clearly prevailed, and the feeble attempts of a mind still somewhat capable of rational thought against such an assault on the honor of a modest teacher were nothing compared to the desire to passionately surrender in response to such seductive and explicit movements of the hot, firm body of a clearly young girl now lying on me. But what curves she has, what a body—strong, hot, obedient! I stroked her smooth back and kneaded those delightful "buns" of her butt. I was in heaven!
But that wasn't all—this beauty slowly slid off me, lay on her side, and pressed her hot back and firm butt against me. Feeling that I would soon simply explode, I abruptly embraced my nighttime beauty and forcefully thrust my eager cock into her butt. She quietly gasped but didn't pull away, the cock head passed the sphincter, ending up in a delightful, hot tightness, and then the finale—a hot stream of my sperm, bursting to be free, forcefully flew into the beauty's butt. I hadn't had such pleasure in a long time! This eruption overwhelmed me and filled everything with sweet languor. I rolled over and lay on her, touching her hot back, moved a bit, riding on the firm-soft buttocks of the passionate minx. Soon I simply passed out and fell asleep, and one thought spun in my head, fading—who are you, my sweetness and beauty? It was both shameful and pleasant!
And in the morning, hello again!—my cock was in the sweetest captivity any man dreams of! What a blowjob, how these lips and little tongue confirm that the beauty's mouth is the gates of heaven! Fluffy hair in waves surrounded the beauty's head and didn't let me see her. But then her efforts brought me to the finale—a hot wave of orgasm pierced my body like an electric shock and I howled with pleasure. And the beauty raised her head and in her clouded eyes was a question—did I like it? Yes, I'm in heaven or its branch office! And then it hit me—it's Oksana! Unbelievable!
She kissed me and whispered quietly:
— Daddy, good morning! Did you feel good? I did very much—haven't had an orgasm like that in a hundred years! Dad, you're awesome!—and crawled out of the tent.
Completely stunned, I just lay there with my underwear down. If someone had peeked in, what a sight that would have been! I lay there, all in the bliss of pleasure, and realized I was blushing like a young boy! It was Oksana, my beauty—my daughter, my favorite! Shame gradually filled my mind, but Oksana bailed me out again. Peeking into the tent, rosy-cheeked from the morning wash, she said loudly
— Oleg Ivanovich, get up! Great deeds await us!—She laughed quietly and immediately I felt light and easy. What a clever girl she is!
So the remaining two weeks flew by, as they say, "like a dream, like morning mist." I enthusiastically gave short lectures and demonstrations, we made test pits and discovered gold outcrops. For which we received bonuses from the university and from the minister! But the most important gold is my Nastya! With my wife, nothing had happened for a hundred years, but now I was simply "flying."
All that's left for me is to wish Oleg Ivanovich luck and reassure him—the world didn't collapse, all this has happened before. And will happen again! As the great Armand de Richelieu said: "What has not happened—all for the best!" It seems the great wise man—the cardinal—was right, as always!