“Live mine”
(a story of four parts, based on real events, names, for quite explanatory reasons, changed)
1. “Cool fucker”
2. “Svetlanka foreigner”
3. “Animal”
4. “To be, or not to be?!?!”
part two
Svetlanka foreigner
“… Whether the vodka has become bad,
Whether the cosmos somehow affects…”
(A. Laerte)
School is the time. Our cool fucker – Lidochka had already slept with almost all the high school students of the school, continuing to take a promise from them that they “will not tell anyone,” they, in turn, reinforced their promises with “threats”, which if they did not give, then not the whole class,And the whole school will recognize. Then, “the whole yard will recognize”, “the whole area will recognize”. These threats were already brought to her as a password, although perhaps the half of the city knew who Lidochka was and what was needed to climb into her bed. She began to indulge first with beer, then than stronger. They say Port 777 respected. But, a little bit. Already quite adult uncles began to use this respect, who also promised not to tell anyone, pouring her a port into a faceted cup. From one of them she flew for the first time. Her not held school boyfriend, in a fit of despair, hit her in the face during sex, already shook the term in a colony for minors.
Bormann and Red-haired no, no, but looked at her with a light with a three liter can of beer and a ram. From them she took all the same promises, hunting a ram under beer, “modestly” spreading her legs in front, in a businesslike man who was fascinating on them, the hands of the former classmates.
The year of study flew in agricultural SPTU, which, due to some circumstances, I do not want to remember. Due to some inconsistencies with fellow students, it reached the bloody “battles for the territory”. For, the school was on the territory of a small village, and there were only three urban in the group, the rest of the village guys. And we, the city, allegedly led the girls from them. In fact, the girls liked our civilized courtships somewhat more, unlike the shuttings on the ass and grabbing for the boobs from the villagers.
We were repeatedly caught at the end of classes and tanned by the crowd. We also did not remain in debt. Our resistance made even more rustic and they pulled friends from other groups for reprisals with us. When fights began to reach the stakes – a favorite weapon in village fights, I said to myself: “Good!”. Wrote a statement about his deduction from the school, indicating as the reason for the construction of work in connection with the financial difficulties of my family. True, there were no particular difficulties, the money was not “stumbled”, but it was enough to exist comfortably and ride the sea every summer.
I will indicate the true reason for my departure from the school, the remaining city would not have greeted even more. However, their further fate was not very interested in me, because we never became friends. Just brothers in misfortune.
Having drove the summer, in the fall, I got a job at the controller OT. He worked a year until next summer and in his first vacation in his life went with his parents to relax in a country dispensary.
I went to this dispensary with a clear intention to find my only and not repeated. And then, after all, the whole life will fly unnoticed, and I will so wander from one skirt to another. After all, I was already eighteen years old! 🙂
By the way… At eighteen, I still remained a virgin.
And here she is!
Slows with huge coffee eyes from under a black -black black one like a wing.
Her name was Svetlana. She was just fifteen. Small, almost not noticeable, chest, angular, almost boyish figure. Wild and unsociable. But, so he sunk in the heart. Straightaway! Tightly! Like a shot in a temple!
Oh, how many works should I achieve its location! For half a year, a calf followed her, completely forgetting about pride and about his mongogle friends.
Finally she was imbued with confidence and warm feelings. We have become “do not spill water”.
Our relations overshadowed only two facts.
First: at exactly nine in the evening she should be at home and for every minute of delay, we took 10 minutes of our time with her the next day. Once late for thirty minutes and the next day she was not released at all to me.
Second: it was brought up in the Puritan style and even the word “sex” for it was obscene. No matter how much I have proved my serious attitude towards her, how I did not hint that it was time for us to become even closer – not in any! She said that before the wedding – “no -no”! And before the wedding, we were then, as they say, “as before China cancer”. After all, she was not yet sixteen, and there was no question of a pregnancy wedding.
So a year has passed.
And then one summer ninety -first in the summer, Sveta and I walked in the forest and late for an hour. In the courtyard of the Svetin house, her parents were already waiting for us. Grounding a scandal directly, they stated that we will not see each other now for a week. What could I do? I did not turn into a word in justification and stomped towards my house.
Half of the journey to him caught up with a breathless Sveta.
– Didn’t understand!- I said in surprise.
– I ran away! I won’t go home today!
– Well, fine! Tomorrow you will return home, they will quarter you there, and they will castle me for the company four times!
– And I won’t go home tomorrow! In the morning I will go to the aunt in Vladimir!
– I’ll leave you! You will hang out for me, and tomorrow I will take you home myself. Otherwise your homemade will definitely do everything so that we can not meet.
– What will your mother say?
– Let’s not say anything, she lives with her grandmother now.
The fact is that in the dispensary not only I found myself a future spouse, but my father. A month later, he left us and lived with his whore. True, not for a long time, having shouted its essence, I escaped from it. But, the proud mother did not let him back, for this was not the first time. So they lived: my mother’s mother, my mother’s father, and I am alone in our apartment. Sveta did not know that I live alone, because, no matter how much she came to visit me, my mother was at home, only at night she went to her grandmother, because at night she was overwhelmed by an unbearable longing in the apartment in which she lived all my father.life. And I, in turn, tried not to cessive about our family misfortunes and my mother’s trouble.
Sveta and I went to the store. Bought fastened wine and cake. We used to indulge in dry wines before. The fortified was taken for the first time. I tried it more than once. But for Sveta it was a novelty.
At home, we took turns taking a shower, the day turned out to be very hot and even in the evening it was very stuffy. I set the table and we sat down to drink wine under the cake by candlelight and the music of Jean Michel Zharra.
On that magical night, we first kissed. Alcohol liberated Svetlana more and more. When the bottle came to an end, the light of the column agreed to sleep with me on the same sofa.
I covered fresh, smelling of pink oil, bedding. Mom always put a handkerchief soaked with pink oil in a linen, then a dried lavender twig, which a friend from Crimea periodically sent her from Crimea.
Kissed to numbness in the lips. I stroked her shoulders, only casually, as if by chance, touching her crazy breast. If I became more daring and persistent, she immediately cleaned my hand from intimate revenge on her shoulder.
In the end, I sat on the couch, covering my furious flesh with a blanket and offered to smoke. They smoked silently. Sveta hid her eyes. She was ashamed. I pushed her shoulder:
– Light! Well, we are adults! Good! Let’s try?!
– I don’t want to get pregnant before the wedding! – She answered and idiotically giggled. She was already pretty drunk. And her common sense tried not to disconnect.
I threw her on the sofa, covering her face with kisses… Neck… Breast… Stomach… Until he clutched her teeth into the elastic band of her panties. After a few minutes of foolish fuss, they fell to the floor. In vain, she tried to cover the coveted place with her hands. I, holding her wrists tightly, with my elbows, shoulders, but what, almost with my body, I hardly spread her legs and kissed her where the man’s hand did not step up. Yes, and not a hand either. And here, the resistance of her hands weakened. I let them go and climbed onto her, preventing him from reducing my legs. Standing above her on her knees and elbows, I kissed her in the neck, whispering in my ear to sedative words. He carefully felt her moisturized hollow with his hand and began to drive her petrified member along it. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her eyes closed, her breath became more frequent. The whole body began to tremble. I gathered my spirit and… What the hell!!! I could not get inside! I tried again. More! Already with the force that caused both the light and a little pain to me, I drilled it with my stake. Sveta was surprised no less. Neither I nor she had such an experience. But, after all, somehow it should happen! Somehow they get inside! I left my oral attempts and began to fumble with my fingers there. Surprised Sveta did not even resist and did not try to cover herself. She lay in amazement, her legs would be widely diluted, and I, like a heinekologist, explored every millimeter of her crotch. Everything was in place, as far as I could judge, relying on my knowledge acquired when viewing the German porn by Vidak, connected to a black and white telly. The sponges were in place. But. OH GOD!!! The holes between them were not! It was not at all! The finger rested against something solid, monolithic. Budko would have grown over the bone of the knuckle!
God! Mutant! Svetlanka is an alien!!! The first girl in my life I fell in love with was a mutant!
– Enough! – With some irritation in her voice, Sveta interrupted my scientific research and squeezed my legs.
– Light! – I asked litter. – Like this?
Mine is exhausted
I was lying on my side, no signs of life. The lower abdomen was terribly paved like a blow to the eggs.
– I don’t know how it is… – Looking aside, the light answered.
– Light! And you, this… You were born?
– Fool! Naturally!
– Exactly? Not cross -pollination? Not boring?
– Dubina! – Sveta laughed. – Until today, everything was fine there. And she was embarrassed:
– I did not specifically check. But I know for sure that everything was fine. Why is it so today… I do not know.
We overslept the rest of the night hugging, and in the morning I spent her home, already ready for the castration that I had predicted. What, let them cast. I love Svetka and will stay with her forever anyway. Therefore, I probably don’t need an end. Let them castrate.
I thought about it, of course, not seriously. But, as you know, in every joke there is a share of truth.
TO BE CONTINUED
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