A whore for an old friend.

This time we stayed again at that wonderful hunting lodge. In the summer it stood idle because it was in a really remote area, and my husband easily arranged with the gamekeeper for our group to rent all three cabins. We went with Oleg, Natalya with Max, and Lenka with Sergey.

That morning I was again planning to go to the village to buy a few things. Oleg and Sergey

had gone fishing at dawn, and the girls wanted to go mushroom picking. Max, who was always up for anything, offered to come with me to carry the backpack of groceries back.

Chatting about this and that, he and I reached the store, bought what we needed, and headed back. It was terribly hot—at least 30 degrees. At least there was an occasional breeze, and clouds would sometimes drift across the sun.

About halfway there, Max stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

— You know, I looked at the map—there should be a little lake behind the cliffs here," he said. "I've been wanting to get you all to find it for a while. A small lake, doesn't even seem to have paths to it.

— Why did you think it's here?" I asked.

— Because it's right halfway between the lodge and the village, just past that turn we just passed. If we go that way—we'll even cut the path short, by the way.

— Won't we get lost?

He snorted:

— How could you get lost here?... It's about a kilometer or a kilometer and a half to walk, if you count from the road. We'll cross over that slope, see?

I looked where he was pointing: there was a wooded slope of a small mountain. Well, I thought, let's take a shortcut, see what's there.

We left the road and within a few minutes were climbing up the slope. The air smelled so strongly of pine that it made my head spin. Once we reached the top, we couldn't get enough of the air.

— Well, where now?" I asked.

— I think—that way," Max said after a moment's thought. He adjusted the backpack and started descending. Nothing was visible behind the trees, but I had no choice but to trust my best friend's husband. Taking advantage of him not looking, I pulled up my tank top and fanned my bare breasts with my palms. Too bad my denim shorts are tight, and you can't pull them back on that quickly, I thought...

We descended the slope fairly quickly, but we didn't know where to look for that coveted little lake. Suddenly Max sniffed the air.

— Smells like water, can you feel it?

There was indeed something like that in the air. We wandered aimlessly and about ten minutes later, water glinted among the pine trunks to the left.

— Found it!" Max announced. "Nothing complicated, as you see...

The difficulty turned out to be something else—the shores of this small lake were cluttered with huge boulders. You couldn't get to the water.

Max climbed onto one of the rock fragments and looked around from there.

— Wow!" I heard his exclamation. "I see a great spot! Just another fifteen minutes along the shore!

He didn't even ask if I was tired, which offended me a little. But we walked along the shore not for fifteen minutes, but much less—and found a place where the stones were large and flat, and you could walk down into the water on them. The area itself was shaded by pines.

— Alright, let's swim!" Max threw off the backpack.

— Now?" I had thought we were looking for a place where the whole group could come later.

— Of course, we'll take a quick dip, we've earned it.

— Hmm," I watched skeptically as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Actually, I don't have anything with me. And swimming in a tank top and shorts, in my opinion, is very silly.

— Come on," Max wasn't bothered. "If you swim—I'll turn away. And anyway—haven't I seen naked girls before?

Well, he'd definitely seen at least one—Natashka—I thought. And probably from all sorts of angles.

— Well?" asked Max.

— Will you also swim without anything?

— So you don't feel offended, I'll do it too," he shrugged. "You go in first. You'll warm up the water too.

He turned away, and in three seconds I kicked off my sandals and pulled off my tank top and shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear.

I carefully started walking into the water over the stones. It turned out the stones were slippery from some kind of coating, so there was a risk of falling...

— How's the water?" Max asked. I turned and saw him looking over his shoulder at my ass.

— The water is wonderful," I replied. "And so clear! But the bottom isn't great... Oh!

I finally slipped and slid into the water, raising a cloud of spray. I surfaced immediately and started swimming. The water really was marvelous, pleasantly cooling and silky as it flowed over all the folds of my naked body. It felt divinely good to swim in it in my birthday suit (except for earrings, rings, and the piercing in my intimate place).

A splash sounded behind me—Max had also fallen into the water.

We swam blissfully for a quarter of an hour. Then Max said it was time and carefully started walking out onto the shore, now and then dropping to one knee to avoid slipping. Now I was examining his firm ass... Finally, he reached a dry boulder and leaned his hands on it. Only then did it dawn on me that I probably couldn't get out like that myself without breaking all my bones.

— Hey, wait!" I called. "Help me!

I walked out of the water up to my waist and started wringing out my braid, gradually moving forward. When the water was only knee-deep, I saw Max staring where it was impossible not to stare: my pubic area was shaved into an arrow shape, and that arrow pointed to the pearl bead adorning my clitoris.

— Well, what are you gawking at?" I asked. "You said you'd seen naked girls.

— Naked ones—yes," Max confirmed. "But not with such decorations.

— Well then, make your Natalya get her clitoris pierced, and stare as much as you want.

He laughed:

— Come on out before a fish bites your piercing!

Still laughing at his joke, he reached out his hand to me. I took it, but still slipped and fell into the water.

— Now it'll definitely bite!

I fell in such a way that his cock was right in front of my face. It was longer than Oleg's, with a very large head. Max's pubic area was shaved, probably just before the trip—now stubble was already coming through, but still, without a bush of hair, Max's cock seemed even bigger.

— Help me up!" I said. "If you keep laughing—I'll bite!

My best friend's husband's cock was swelling right before my eyes. It wasn't fully erect yet, but it had already swollen and grown heavy.

— Something might bite you right now!" he continued to have fun, still not understanding what I meant.

I raised myself up and took his cock into my mouth, lightly sinking my teeth into the head. Max gasped and involuntarily thrust forward. The head was exposed in my mouth; I wrapped my lips tighter around the shaft and started nibbling the tip of his cock—it hardened with every second. When the cock became completely rock-hard, I released it from my mouth and took it in my hand.

— Well, with a jack like this you could lift a car," I said, looking up at Max from below. He looked dazed, but his eyes already shone with an irresistible desire to possess the slut who had just taken him in her mouth out of the blue.

Holding onto his cock, I got up and finally stepped onto the shore, where I started drying myself with a towel pulled from the backpack. Max came out after me, leaned against a large flat stone, and started examining his erect cock.

— What is it?" I asked.

— You really did bite me!" Max replied. "No blood, but damn, it hurts!

I walked over to him and squatted down, spreading my legs. There were indeed marks from my teeth on the head of Max's cock.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. It was hard, firm, veins bulged on it, and the exposed head was purple and shiny.

— What are you planning to do?" Max asked. I looked up at him—he had no doubt about what would happen next.

Then I swallowed his entire cock whole. The head slid into my throat; I held it for a few seconds, then, tightly gripping the shaft with my lips, pulled my head back. And I started working my tongue around the head in circles without taking it out of my mouth.

Max groaned.

— Well, does it help?" I stopped working my mouth, but now my hands were caressing his cock.

— A little more and it'll be really good," Max said.

I sucked the head from all sides, took it into my cheek a few times, and then diligently worked on his scrotum, played with his balls, holding them in my mouth. Both my palms were working the shaft and the head at that time.

Max was now moaning nonstop. And when I took his cock into my mouth again, he started moving to meet me, trying to push it deeper, and finally inserted his cock so that my face was pressed against Max's shaved pubic area. It became hard to breathe; I wanted to pull away, but Max held the back of my head and didn't let go immediately. I remembered that Natashka had once complained that it wasn't easy to satisfy Max—she finishes before him, but he doesn't seem to care much. I felt a little uneasy.

Finally, Max released me and I could breathe and speak again.

— Are you going to come?" I asked.

— Not now," he replied, looking into my eyes. "Do you want me to enter you?

He swallowed. I licked my lips and answered:

— In the ass...

Max groaned with excitement, grabbed the towel, and threw it on the neighboring flat stone:

— Get comfortable, girlfriend...

— Get the olive oil from the backpack.

I walked over to the covered stone and positioned myself on it in the pose that has driven men crazy since the beginning of time: on my knees and elbows, arching my back.

Max poured a full palm of oil and leaned down to my ear. At the same time, his cock touched my thigh and felt scorchingly hot to me.

— Do you want to be like a whore?" Max asked.

— Yes...

— Say it...

— I want to be like a whore, yes, like a whore...

Max slapped me hard with his oiled palm—right between my buttocks. The blow excited me even more. And a second later I felt Max insert a finger into me.

— More," I moaned, "more, more...

— Well, you're in perfect working order here!" Max admired. "Excellent equipment!

He started fucking my ass with two fingers, then three. Several times he slapped me hard—my skin felt as if scalded by boiling water. Finally, he pressed the head of his cock to my hole and entered with a sharp thrust. I cried out and reached back with my hand to restrain him. Max easily but firmly twisted my arm away, then the other, and grabbed my wrists behind my back like handcuffs—he managed to do it with one hand. Now I had nothing to lean on and buried my cheek in the towel, continuing to cry out. Max wound my braid around his free hand and pulled it, forcing me to tilt my face up and arch my back even more. The speed at which he was fucking my ass was simply killer. I was once treated like this (back in my student days) by two friends who had returned from the army. The three of us lived in one apartment for three days, and there was no need to hurry, but they fucked me each time as if it were the last. Max was moving the same way now, firmly holding me by the wrists and by my braid.

I felt Max's cock slip out of me—still as hard as at the beginning. Then I heard a splash of water—Max was rinsing his tool in the lake. And then he came over to me, lying helplessly on my side—and his cock was again in front of my face.

— Open your mouth, girlfriend...

I obeyed—and he began just as furiously fucking my mouth now, driving his cock to its full length with every movement. God, I thought, if he comes in my throat, I'll choke...

But nothing like that happened. Max stopped fucking my mouth, pulled out his cock, and started coming on my face. Oh yes! If I didn't know for sure that he fucks Natashka twice a day (her screams were heard all over the lodge), I would have thought he'd also spent the last couple of years in the army. He covered my entire face and made me thoroughly suck out everything that was left in his cock and lick the head clean. Then he sat down next to me on the same stone, leaning on his elbow and looking at me. His face became gentle.

— Too bad we didn't bring a camera," he said. "You don't often see a picture like this even on porn sites... Don't wipe it off, please, okay?

— I wasn't going to wipe it off," I replied. "It's the best cosmetic.

I wouldn't have minded seeing myself from the side at that moment either. I felt the thick, hot semen on my lips, chin, cheeks, forehead. I felt dense drops running down my eyebrows, I even saw white spots on my nose.

I lay down, putting my hands behind my back and moving my legs so that Max could clearly see both the arrow above my pussy and what it pointed to—the white pearl.

— Listen, your ass was made to be fucked," he said, looking at me.

— I know.

— It shows," Max smirked. "It shows it doesn't stay idle.

We talked as if we had been lovers for a hundred years. I felt no awkwardness. And no shame either—neither towards Natalya nor towards Oleg.

— And Natashka, doesn't she let you do it there?

— Takes half a year to persuade her," he grimaced. "She doesn't like anal, as she says.

— What else doesn't she like?

— Now she likes everything.

— What do you mean 'now'?

— Well," Max replied, "before she wasn't very keen on taking it in her mouth either. But I set a condition: either anal or oral. She chose the latter. Now she's gotten a taste for it—you can do anything to her mouth.

— Does she swallow?

"Oh yes," Max smirked. "And asks for seconds."