In search of trout

Evening was approaching. It was time to think about a place to sleep. Usually, I would settle in a haystack or ask to spend the night at some farmstead. And this time, around the next bend in the river, an old garden appeared, surrounded by a dilapidated fence. Deep in the garden, a log house was visible, a half-ruined shed, and some other outbuildings. The windows in the house were lit.

I stopped at the gate, entwined with wild grapes, and decided to look around a bit. Suddenly, the door of the house opened slightly and a completely naked woman stepped onto the threshold. Taken by surprise, I even crouched down, and the grapevines hid me. The evening sun, already half-hidden behind the trees, illuminated the woman's full breasts with a soft, diffused light. Elongated shadows lay at her feet, and a delicate blush played on her cheeks. After standing on the threshold for a moment, the woman descended the porch steps into the garden. Now she was standing sideways to me, and I could clearly see her pink, slightly swollen nipple. The door of the house opened slightly again, and a naked man came out. Seeing him, the woman giggled and hid behind an apple tree.

— I'm here!" Lola called out from behind the apple tree. The man turned towards her and, swaying slightly, headed her way. I held my breath. The man was clearly tipsy. While he was facing me, I managed to get a look at his bleary eyes and lecherous little smile.

— I'll get you in the nettles, in the nettles," Osya muttered, panting.

Lola turned helplessly. Behind her stood a tall, impenetrable wall of nettles, and in front, with his arms spread wide, her pursuer approached. Lola seemed to go limp and no longer tried to resist. Osya unceremoniously grabbed her breasts and pulled her towards him. They fell into the tall, fragrant grass. Lola shamelessly spread her legs, giving the man the opportunity to freely knead and squeeze her thighs. She moaned lustfully every time his greedy fingers penetrated her greedily parted shell. Apparently deciding his partner was sufficiently aroused, Osya jerked her up and put her on all fours, forcing her to arch deeply. Lola's tense thighs trembled impatiently; she was as caught up in what was happening as her partner. And he, meanwhile, slowly rose up and, spreading wide the labia of the woman on all fours before him, drove his thick, veiny cock to the hilt into the parted slit.

Lola groaned and twisted her hips as if wanting to be impaled even deeper. Osya began thrusting fiercely; it seemed he could increase the pace endlessly. Their coupling resembled not a love game, but fertilization. I noticed that several times the woman's passion-clouded gaze cleared, and she looked towards the sexpornotales.cc gate, behind which I was hiding. Had I given myself away with a careless movement? For a few moments, it seemed we were looking into each other's eyes... But a wave of ecstasy swept over Lola and she turned away.

At that moment, two more women and a man came out of the house. The women wore light, unbuttoned robes. The man was in short shorts.

— Come on, the roast is probably ready!" she said on the go. Everyone lazily followed her. Only the woman Lola had been caressing remained squatting, replacing Lola's hand with her own. With sharp, quick movements, she brought herself to orgasm instantly, then stood up and, stroking her lower abdomen with her hand, went after the others.

I feverishly considered my situation. Nowhere to sleep. Forest all around. In my bag, I have six hefty trout—a perfect addition to their dinner. In short, I made up my mind.

— Excuse me, please," I began, "night caught me in the forest by the river, and I noticed your farmstead. In my bag, I have a magnificent catch. If you know, there's a fish called trout...

— Trout?" Lola repeated.

— Yes, trout. It can be cooked for dinner. And if you have a hayloft, I could spend the night there." Osya appeared behind Lola.

— Oh! Fancy gear." He touched my magnificent spinning rod with his finger, which looked more like a flute than a fishing tackle.

— Come in," he invited hospitably, "it's quite possible you're exactly what we were missing.

I entered the house.

— So, now it's three on three!" he announced cheerfully.

The dinner, interrupted by my appearance, continued. The roast steamed in clay bowls. The table was piled with all sorts of greens. On a low oak bench stood baskets of apples and plums. The selection of drinks was impressive. To the admiring exclamations of the hosts, I pulled out the trout.

— I'll gladly cook them!" exclaimed the woman Lola had been caressing in the garden.

— Perhaps I can help you?" I offered gallantly. I liked this woman more and more. We went to the kitchen.

— My name is Wanda.

— Alex," I introduced myself.

Someone brought us a bottle of dry wine and a plate of plums. Then Lola came out and offered me a small faceted glass of vodka and a slice of smoked pork.

— You must have gotten cold out there by the river?" she smiled coquettishly.

Our eyes met. Her mouth opened slightly. Could she have noticed me while making love with her Osya! The shamelessly voluptuous expression on her face seemed to confirm it. When Lola left, I quickly cleaned the fish and poured some dry wine for myself and Wanda.

Wanda, in a kind of semi-trance, pleaded with me: "Come in, come in quickly!" I stood on a low stool by the table and, barely restraining myself, slowly sank my tool into her hot, resilient entrance. Her vagina began to contract in rhythm with my movements. With her legs, Wanda helped me penetrate as deeply as possible. Ecstasy seized us. It seems someone came in at that time and maybe even watched us, but that not only didn't embarrass us but rather excited us even more. Then Wanda cooked the trout and we returned to the common table.

The feast continued. A lot was eaten and no less was drunk. Just before dawn, I went out into the garden to freshen up. Under a spreading apple tree, I saw Wanda. She seemed to be waiting for me. Her hair smelled of fresh morning dew. Without any preamble, she bent down and caught my beginning-to-stir cock with her moist lips. My whole being responded to her sweet suckling. The sun had barely appeared over the forest when Lola unexpectedly joined us. She replaced Wanda at the most dramatic moment and took inside her all the charge of sperm accumulated in me. Somewhat disappointed, Wanda again fell upon my member, clearly trying to "milk" me to the last drop. Fortunately, those who had remained in the house appeared in the doorway.

— Oh!" exclaimed Osya. "I think not all spots are taken yet!" Without ceremony, he entered Wanda from behind. His comrade, meanwhile, offered his hardened cock to Wanda from the front, and she instantly switched to him. Now she was being satisfied from both sides, which clearly gave her great pleasure. I thought I'd gotten a short break, but Lola and her friend were already approaching me with predatorily flared nostrils. Their very sight awakened my dormant male strength. I think we formed a rather picturesque trio.

For the first time in my life, I missed the morning trout bite that day, but was it worth regretting?