Neighbor Kristina — Chapter Two — At the Dacha

Chapter Two.

At the Dacha.

After that night, with Kristina. I went to the dacha. To get away from the city hustle a bit. And I wanted to forget, because I had fucked Kristina. She doesn't even know about it. I lived there for three days, and would have stayed longer. If I didn't have to go back to the city for some business. Returning to the city, Kristina was sitting on a bench near the entrance.

— Hello! She greeted me cheerfully.

— Hi! Locking the car.

And as I was entering the building entrance, Kristina stopped me.

— Are you back for long? — Kristina asked me.

— For a couple of days, then I'll leave again. What did you want? — standing in the doorway.

— Oh, it doesn't matter anymore. — and she waved her hand.

— Kris, I know you like the back of my hand. What did you want? — I asked her insistently.

— I wanted to ask you to take some photos. — she hesitated in her answer. — I think you understand what kind of photos I'm talking about.

I immediately understood what photos she was talking about. Because about a month ago, she had asked me to take those photos for her. But I refused, as I didn't have time for that project then. But now, why not. Especially since she's already turned eighteen.

— Kristina, here's what I propose. I'll quickly sort out some business. And then I'll call when I'm free. Besides, I have a few ideas regarding your request.

— Okay. — Kristina replied playfully.

I went upstairs, quickly took a shower. And went about my business. I spent two days getting everything done as needed. And after finishing what was planned, I started getting ready to go back to the dacha. And at the last moment, I remembered Kristina. I called her and asked her to come over. But she wasn't home, she was at a friend's place. So I had to go there. I picked up Kristina from her friend's. I suggested she come to my dacha. She agreed, but said she needed to take some things with her. Because of that, we had to go back to the courtyard.

When I returned to the car, Kristina was already sitting in the front seat, buckled up.

I put the bags in the car trunk. And we set off with a calm mind to the dacha. The whole journey took me about two hours. Because I stopped at a gas station along the way. And had to make a few other small stops.

When I arrived at the dacha, I immediately fired up the sauna. Because I was sweaty as hell. And a bit tired from the two days in the city.

When the sauna was ready, I went to wash first. And so I'm sitting on the bench, planning how I'll photograph Kristina. After all, she needs the most explicit photos. That's exactly what she asked for. Though she was only seventeen back then. That's exactly why I refused to take such photos for her. Using being very busy as an excuse. But now she's eighteen, and not only can I take nude photos. But I can also try to get her on my dick again. I roughly sketched out a plan of action. I came out of the sauna. And then Kristina went to wash. Meanwhile, I cooked some food on the stove. All that was left was to make a summer salad.

Kristina came out of the sauna an hour later, red as a tomato.

— Will you have some wine? — I offered her, pouring wine into my glass.

— If you pour it, then why refuse. — Kristina answered somewhat shyly.

I took a second glass from the drying rack and poured the wine.

— Kristina, let's take care of your request tomorrow. I don't feel like doing a damn thing today.

— Can I know what you came up with? Because you mentioned you had an idea regarding my question.

— It's no secret. And I told her my whole plan of action. She listened carefully and asked: — I'm scared to be naked on the shore. Are there no other options?

— There are, but they're also on the seashore. Although I know one place, it's also on the seashore. And no one goes there.

— Is it far from here?

Closing the stove damper: — about forty minutes by car.

— Okay... Where can I smoke?

While slicing a tomato, I was sneakily staring at her tits. Which were protruding from under the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Especially noticeable were her perky nipples.

Kristina, without looking up from her phone, slid her empty glass over. I poured her more wine. She didn't even notice when I splashed a little cognac in there.

When the salad was ready: — will you have salad, or should I pour some soup?

— Doesn't matter what to have with it. Not looking up from her phone.

And I poured a bowl of soup. Put it on the table, and instead of wine, poured cognac.

Kristina instantly drained her shot glass. And went back to staring at her phone.

— Kris, can you at least look away from your phone?

Putting her phone on the shelf in the corner: — It's just such an addictive game.

And I poured a second shot of cognac: — I see, the game is that addictive. Come on, eat. You probably haven't eaten anything all day?

— Uncle Misha, you're like my mom. Just as caring, asking me to eat. The only difference is she doesn't offer me a drink. — Kristina giggled in reply. And she downed the shot of cognac in one gulp. And sliding it back: — I'll go change, it's gotten fucking hot.

She went to the room to change. I downed a shot of cognac in one gulp, chased it with a spoonful of salad.

About a minute or two later, Kristina came back to the kitchen, in a silver tank top and tight black shorts.

If you look closely, you can see the thin fabric of her panties through the shorts. But she definitely didn't put on a bra. That was noticeable from how her nipples were sticking out.

Ah... I'd like to try fucking Kristyusha again. But I'm afraid she won't agree. After all, back then, I fucked her while she was asleep. But now I'd like to fuck her far from asleep. And I decided to try to lure her into bed through hints.

— Kristina, can I ask a rather immodest question? — slicing sausage into a bowl.

She immediately put her phone on the table next to her: — what question do you want to ask?

— Have you ever done anything with boys besides kissing?

She took a filled shot glass of cognac and a ring of sausage: — I don't even have a boyfriend. There was one, but that bastard ran off. So I'm intact on both sides, like a candy. If you don't count waking up naked at your place.

And after drinking the shot, she took a bite of the sausage.

I thought to myself: now only on one side.

— And would you like to... — I cautiously asked her, hinting at sexual intercourse.

Kristina immediately understood my hint and replied — are you hinting that you want to fuck me?

— Well, why immediately 'fuck'? Just a little quickie. — and I was already hard as a rock.

— You, as I understand, are experiencing a lack of sex?

— Well, how to put it! — and I smirked — haven't rolled in the hay for a while. — answering her, and simultaneously pouring cognac into the shot glasses. — so, what do you say about me having you? — repeated my proposal to her.

Kristina thought about my proposal, after all, no one had ever so boldly suggested doing this to her. And after some time of deliberation, she answered: — I don't even know how to react to such an unexpected offer.

— So, do you want to or not?

— Well, let's say I want to feel someone's dick in my little pussy. But I don't even know if I should?

— Kristina, I, as a professional womanizer, tell you it's worth it. Everyone has a first time for everything.

— Alright! But on one condition, I won't undress. And for courage, she downed a shot of cognac in one gulp. She asked me to wait while she prepared. After waiting a few minutes, I entered the room. Kristina was lying on the bed, in dark red panties, something like thongs, and a blue bra. The bra was a single solid strip. Hiding the oval shapes of her breasts.

— Well, I'm ready for an enchanting quickie. — now there was some passion in her voice. And then an idea came to me, while she's lying in such a cool pose. I should capture it in a photo.

— Kristina, let me take some photos. So freeze in that pose, I'll be quick — And I brought the camera from the veranda.

I instantly focused the camera on Kristina. And took literally a few shots. And I finished with that photoshoot as quickly as I started. I photographed until Kristina ended up completely naked.

I no longer wanted to fuck Kristyusha, but simply photograph her slender figure.

To photograph endlessly, as she changed poses shot after shot. She would stand doggy style, sticking her little ass out. Then she would sit with her knees bent under her.

For the next shot, she stood by the wall, sticking her little butt out a bit forward. So that her butt cheeks opened up and showed me the little ring of her anus. I took several shots like that. Completely forgot about sex.

— Kris, let's go have a shot.

— I'm coming now. — put the camera on the nightstand. And I left the room, immediately entering the kitchen. And pouring cognac into the shot glasses, Kristina came out of the room in a terry robe. And sat down in her spot at the corner of the table. And took her shot glass of cognac. Drained it in one gulp: — Uncle Misha, show me your dick? — squinting her eyes.

I also downed a shot in one gulp: — have you never seen what a man's cock looks like?

— Only in pictures — she sighed deeply — I've seen them, yes, in porn videos. But I've never seen one in real life. After all, you've seen me naked, now I want to see you.

There was some meaning in her words. Maybe the meaning I was thinking about. And I was thinking about stretching her little ass after all.

— Well, if you've seen them in pictures, porn videos. Then you've probably seen what needs to be done.

She brushed her hair back and unzipped her robe. So that her naked body was visible.

— Seeing what girls do with a man's giant is one thing. But trying to repeat what's in the video seems difficult to me.

— Well, it's okay, I'll give hints if needed.

Kristina squatted down between my legs. And pulled out my cock.

— Wow... — Kristina said affirmatively — yours is so huge. Just like in the videos.

She began gently stroking the hard cock with her hand. Kristina swirled her tongue around the massive head.

— Oh, yes, Kristinochka, — I exhaled with relief.

— Am I doing it right? — she whispered quietly, pulling away from the cock for a couple of seconds.

— Yes... Keep going, don't stop. — closing my eyes from Kristina's sweet lips. She figured it out and began rhythmically sucking. Moving her head up and down, taking it as deep as possible into her little mouth.

Kristina periodically took my cock out of her mouth, saying: — I really liked sucking. — slapping her plump cheek with the head of the cock.

Kristina took it deeper and deeper into her mouth each time, licking my hot cock with her tongue. Kristina sucked so deep and hard, she was about to make me cum. She wanted to feel every centimeter of my cock inside her. My heart started beating wildly. My pulse gradually began to quicken. And that means I'm about to cum.

— Do you want me to feed you my cum? — I exhaled hot air.

— Yes... I want to try your hot cum. — Kristina uttered breathlessly.

Already feeling the cum building up inside me, about to shoot right into her throat. When a powerful stream of cum hit her throat. She immediately spat it into the sink. And washed it down with two shots of cognac, without even having a chaser. Her almost naked body aroused me so powerfully. That I simply couldn't lose the chance to have a roll in the hay. The only thing separating Kristina from being naked was the unzipped robe.

While she stood by the table, washing down the cognac. I came up behind her. Gently kissing her shoulders, taking off her robe. Kristina didn't resist my tenderness. On the contrary, she herself longed to feel my tenderness.

A moment later, the robe was on the floor. And she stood with her back to me, completely naked. Running my palm over her delicate skin. Kristina took a deep breath.

— Uncle Misha, keep going, you're so good at caressing tenderly.

And she turned to face me. Her eyes were simply burning with desire to make love with me.

This time, I could already feel her breasts against my body. Her small perky nipples — Let's go to the bed!

— Let's go, fuck me like your whore. I want to feel like a toy for fucking in your hands.

I took her by the hips and sat her on the table. Spread her legs apart. And licked two fingers, running them along her wet slit.

— You've already become my whore, for fun.

— So, put your giant in my little pussy. — Kristina uttered with passion in her voice.

She took hold of my cock and guided it into her little pussy. And pushed it deep into her vagina. Feeling how wet she already was. And pulling Kristina onto my cock, she squeezed her breast with her left hand and let out desperate moans. The kitchen space was completely filled with Kristina's cries. Pushing it all the way in, hitting her cervix.

— Yes-yes, don't slow down, deeper-deeper. — throwing her head back, Kristina moaned and cried out.

Holding her by the hips, I thrust her little pussy onto my cock in a furious rhythm.

At some point, I felt the cum building up in my balls. My cock began to pulsate. My heart beat wildly

Leaning her hands on the table, she lowered her back, closing her eyes: — fill me with your juice! — practically cumming, she cried out with her last breath. And wrapping her arms around me, she began scratching my back.

— Well, you're about to cum soon, I'm so eager to get your hot cum.

I pulled out my cock and licked two fingers.