A cheerful picnic
"Well, are you ready?"
Artyom looked at Lisa appraisingly. Getting ready for the picnic, she had put on old jeans and a t-shirt that was clearly two sizes too big for her.
"No, this won't do at all! Take it off right now! Do you want to embarrass me?! I'm about to introduce you to my friends!"
Lisa obediently pulled off her clothes, leaving only her panties and bra. She always obeyed Artyom—he was 18 years older than her and she really liked him. Lisa thought she was incredibly lucky to have found such a man—experienced, handsome, confident. They had only been together for a month, and the girl tried to unquestioningly
do everything he told her, afraid that otherwise he would leave her."Here, put this on," he threw her a short, light dress.
"Yes, but you can't wear a bra under this," Lisa sighed, "it's too open."
"Silly girl, you don't need a bra at all." Artyom slid the straps down and pulled the bra off her breasts. "Your tits stick out perfectly fine as they are, you're only eighteen!" Artyom cupped her breasts in his palms, gave them a gentle squeeze, which, as usual, immediately made a sweet ache bloom low in Lisa's belly.
"Well, did you at least shave your pussy? Come on, show me!" Artyom lifted the girl's dress and pulled down her panties. "Yes, I see you shaved, though you could have done a better job, of course."
He touched her crotch with his fingers, trying to feel how smooth it was.
"What, you want me again?" he sniffed his fingers, which glistened with the wetness from Lisa's slit. "Well, you're a horny little thing, Lizka! Alright, let's fuck real quick, or we'll be late."
Artyom pulled down his pants, tilted Lisa slightly so her hands were against the wall, and began fucking her standing up. Lisa moaned loudly. She really loved fucking Artyom; his caresses instantly turned her on, she liked his assertiveness and even his roughness. After a couple of minutes, Artyom came, and Lisa felt his semen leaking out of her. She wanted to go to the bathroom, but Artyom said there was no time, that they were already being waited for, and dragged her to the door; she didn't even have time to put her panties back on.
Artyom drove her to a forest near the river, to a fairly secluded spot. When they got out of the car, he led her to a small group of two men and a girl who had settled on a blanket by an improvised table, not far from the water. The tall, serious blonde with a short haircut was named Natasha; she was wearing tight shorts and a swim top. The men, Boris and Stas, were only in swim trunks—both muscular and tanned, Lisa really liked them. Stas was a blue-eyed brown-haired man with an open smile, and Boris was a dark-haired brunette with an aquiline profile and swarthy skin that hinted at southern roots.
They greeted the arriving couple cheerfully and offered them a drink—to get to know Lisa, so to speak. They themselves seemed to already be a bit tipsy.
"And where have you been hiding such a treasure from us?" asked Boris, openly looking over Lisa's figure in the short dress. Lisa remembered she wasn't wearing panties, and more importantly—she had forgotten her swimsuit at home! What an idiot! What would Artyom say now?!
She sat on the blanket, trying to cross her legs in such a way that it wouldn't be visible she had no underwear under her skirt. Boris shoved a glass into her hand, sloshing with vodka diluted with juice. Lisa wanted to refuse—she usually didn't drink vodka because she got drunk quickly, but Artyom whispered:
"Drink, silly girl! Nothing will happen to you!" and Lisa didn't dare refuse.
The vodka spread a pleasant warmth through her body, her head grew slightly foggy. Lisa remembered she hadn't eaten anything since morning and started on the snacks. However, they kept refilling her vodka every five minutes, and soon Lisa felt drunk.
"Lisa, want to go for a swim?" Natasha offered her, who, it seemed to Lisa, was bored here. "And let our guys keep drinking by themselves." The blonde pulled off her shorts. "Come on, change, and into the river!"
"Really, why are you sweating in that dress?" Artyom asked her. He himself had been sitting in just his swim trunks for a while.
"I forgot my swimsuit at home," Lisa wanted to say this quietly, but everyone heard.
"Forgot?" Artyom snorted mockingly. "Well then, go swim naked!"
"That's right, what's the big deal? I'll swim naked too! We have nothing to be ashamed of, right?" Natasha winked at Lisa, pulled off her swim top, and headed towards the river. The tipsy Lisa decided that was exactly what she should do, and boldly pulled her dress off over her head.
"She's not bad, Artyom!" Boris whistled. "Brave!"
"And she goes without panties!" Stas laughed.
"Yeah, that's how she is!" Artyom smiled smugly, pulled the naked Lisa to him, ran his hand over her breasts and ass, stroked her pubic mound, as if demonstrating his property to his friends. "See what big tits! Like soccer balls!" Artyom lifted Lisa's breasts up, showing how big they were.
"And also," he added, boasting, "she absolutely loves to fuck!"
"Really? Will she fuck with us?" Boris suddenly stood up, reached for Lisa, and boldly groped her ass.
"Of course she will," Artyom confidently promised his friend. "I just fucked her recently, it's true, but I'm sure that's not enough for her."
Lisa looked at Artyom in horror—how could he talk about her like that?! Was this some kind of joke? And where had Natasha gone?
Lisa looked around, but the blonde was nowhere to be seen, probably swimming. And Artyom pulled her to him, kissed her deeply, began stroking her ass and crotch... Oh, those hands of his... She felt, against her will, her crotch getting wet again, looked at the men, and saw them hurriedly taking off their swim trunks.
"You do want to please my friends, right?" Artyom asked her gently. Lisa, already trembling from the onrush of excitement, nodded. "Then do everything I say!" Artyom's voice became rough and commanding again, and Lisa understood she really would do everything he said.
"First, suck Boris off," Artyom ordered. Lisa timidly approached the swarthy, stocky man, who had sprawled back on the blanket and, waiting for Lisa, was playing with his impressive equipment.
"Here, have another drink, it'll help you relax," Artyom handed the girl a glass, splashing some undiluted vodka into it. Lisa drank the burning liquid in one gulp and felt everything spinning before her eyes... Artyom pushed her head towards Boris's crotch, she obediently opened her mouth... The large head of a big cock pressed into her throat.
Artyom wound her long hair around his hand and, lightly guiding her head, directed the blowjob process.
"Good girl, come on, come on, try harder... Hide your teeth, and swallow deeper... That's it, clever girl... And Stas will
fuck you from behind now. Come on, Stas, don't be shy!"
Lisa felt strange, rough hands groping her from behind, rubbing her crotch, pushing fingers into her... But she liked it, she wanted to submit...
Meanwhile, Artyom also took off his trunks and shoved his cock in her face.
"Come on, open your mouth even wider!"
Lisa diligently opened her mouth as wide as she could, so that two cocks could fit in at once. With great difficulty, but she managed! Then she felt Stas pushing two fingers into her vagina from behind. After wiggling them there, the man replaced his fingers with his hard, hot organ. When she felt Stas's cock entering her and beginning to fuck her carefully, the sensation of his moving cock inside her vagina made her feel sweetly, sweetly... Just a couple of thrusts—and she came. Artyom noticed—he was well familiar with the signs of her orgasm—and laughed.
"What, you like it? It's okay, you'll like it even more now. Boris, you can fuck her in the ass, I allow it."
Coming to, Lisa realized she was back home, in Artyom's apartment. She was still dirty and sticky with semen, only the white dress had been put back on her. Her head was splitting with pain, her mouth was terribly dry. She saw Artyom watching some video on the computer. Lisa looked closer... The forest, three guys fucking some slut... Was that her?!
"You turned out to be a good porn actress!" Artyom grinned lewdly. "While we were fucking, Natasha recorded everything. She's an excellent camerawoman. But you did great too!" Artyom praised Lisa. "I think we'll make good money on this video. I'll call this film 'A Fun Little Picnic'..."