Strongly vulgar stories. Another funny but vulgar story from the life of a layman
Already traditionally: Advice for all squeamish, scrupulous, etc.: it is better to pass by, because the story is funny, but vulgar.
I got fucked up right in the city center yesterday. And this one is not funny, a healthy man put on full pants. But it was like this, I was walking down the street, not bothering anyone, and then I wanted to fart. Fart, and when fart, even then I realized that he had unlocked his own.
I flock and shit straight in my pants, and there's nothing a magician can do about it. Gamno climbs on its own, without even asking me for permission for this process. Ass stupid opened and climbs gamno. Moreover, the ass opened so wide that I got the impression that she, without my consent, participates in some kind of competition
I gave a shit on my calculations, serious. I was standing, already sweating, in the very center of the city, on my knees as far as Moscow home. I stand, and I myself am trying to find a way out in my head, something must be done. On foot to hobble about three hours, and this with full panties gomna, this thought was cut off at once. Patom, figured the frost on the street, let me think I'll sit down on a bench, it'll freeze, and then I'll walk in the metro, and so I’ll get to the house by dashes. I sat down on a bench and sit, it is warm in the Pak's ass. And then the thought, if the gogno in shorts freezes, the skiff will also pass to the eggs. I even felt bad from this thought. Got up. People are bypassing me, they obviously understood what I was thinking about. And I stand and cannot figure out how. Then a brilliant thought came to me. I’ll go into the entrance now, climb into the elevator, take off my panties, wipe my ass with them, and go home quickly.
So, I go into the entrance, call the elevator. I stood there, and it was already beginning to cool down, the sensations, frankly speaking, were not beautiful. At the entrance I realized one more thing, it really stinks from me like from unwashed cattle, and it stinks strongly. The elevator arrived, I went in, I pressed the button for the fourteenth floor, and with the other hand I unbutton my pants, so that there would be enough time for the elevator to arrive. The doors began to close and then a cute female creature flies into the elevator. Fucking fuck.
- Oh, you are on the 14th floor, and I'm on the 13th, - she sang
- Well, I'll ride with you, then go down to the floor. Of course we'll go, I've already pressed the button, I thought while buttoning up my pants.
The elevator started, and everything was all for me, there was a noise in my head, my back was sweating, and the gogno had completely cooled down.
And I think that the stink in the elevator started very strongly, because this creature looked at me in a strange way. And I got frostbitten, like I shouldn't shit in the elevator and that's it.
And shit ******, where that floor on the 10th elevator made us a big curtsy, said goodbye to us, and the lights went out. I almost fucked up again. The elevator is stuck.
- Oh, is the elevator stuck? The girl asked.
- As I understand it, yes, - I'm pretending to be an intellectual. And I myself think what to do, with my homosexual and with my dirty ass. And something needs to be done.
And then this hivrya, presses some button, and starts talking to someone, calling the address of the house and asking for help. I just imagined that right now the fitters would come and start taking us out of here, asking Pachima stinks so much, I wanted to shit even more. It’s dark in the elevator. And then I realized that while it was dark in the elevator, I had to quickly take off my pants, then take off my panties and put them quietly in a corner. And when the light is turned on, she will see fig cho from habit.
I unbutton my pants, rustle things so that even the most scary.
“What are you doing?” She asked, swallowing hard.
- Yes, I make myself more comfortable, wait a long time, - and I lower my pants
“What's that smell?” She asked, frightened. I almost blurted out that it was me who fucked up on the street and that I stink of gogn sho p-c, but I give out something else:
- Yes, the bastards shit in the elevators, do not breathe, - and he has already completely removed his pants, I stand in the elevator in shitty shorts. I thought that right now they will turn on the light, the girl will give real ends from what she saw. BUT there is nothing to do, I continue to work.
The girl began to swallow saliva very loudly, it is visible the same crap with fright.
And I rustle things.
I myself think to myself, how could I contrive and take off my panties quietly. And then the wives imagined what the stench would be.
“Man, you don’t hurt me, please don’t touch me,” the girl whined in a voice.
- What are you, in your mind, I'm the father of two children, I'm going to my friend important issue How could you think this about me? - I answer confidently, and I myself began to peel off the panties from the ass. Fuck how it stinks when you put yourself in your pants. It stinks differently than in the toilet, it stinks so much that the flies lose consciousness on the way up, then they flutter for another week in intensive care. The girl, the same felt that something was wrong, began to whine quietly in the corner.
“Stop it, I won’t touch you,” I say. And the panties himself have already peeled off the ass, and I think how to remove them from their feet so as not to get smeared with goggle?
The girl went to my mazgam in general, she sits stupidly whines and what she wails, probably what kind of prayer she reads. And I have already lowered my panties.
- Husband .. yyyyy, Anna roars, - I ask you not to kill, - and then such a stupid whine.
- Yes, in figs I need you, I say, - I have problems up to my throat, you surrendered to me.
I lowered my panties a little lower than my knees, and I really understand that I’m full of kicks, my legs are hot, my ass is hot, and my ass is hot, and my eyes are watery.
The girl on my at the smell fucked completely.
- You, you ... ... she mumbles
- Why are you, stand yourself spakoina, Gru you give a shit who she is, I can see I entered, that stinks.
The girl sat down on the floor of the elevator in my wash. I think I myself almost faint from my smell.
But on the other hand, I understand that it is impossible to hesitate, either now or not when.
Karoche I bent over, took off the panties from one leg. On the floor, cho that blurted out, on my estimates it was gross from underpants. The girl in the corner is already humming like a cow.
I izlavchilso and took off the panties from the other leg. I already felt better, I did half the work. I stand with a coward in my hand and think in which corner this roaring Khivrya sits, well, so that not to throw a coward over her head, and so that not to fall on her pants. Listened, yeah sits on the opposite, so you need to aim at the opposite corner.
And here full pt crept up unnoticed. The lights came on and the elevator moved.
When my eyes got used to it, I realized that something was wrong with the girl. Her eyes are like fifteen-inch monitors, her mouth is open, her arms are hanging with lashes, her mouth is like a fish does, in short, I think everything was blown away by the tower of fright. And then I understood. Painting in the elevator. I stand below the waist, naked, all bitch in gamna, panties with gamna in my hands and look at the girl. Ana shorter than another five seconds with her mouth fell and fell dumb to the floor. Everything, I think, is dead, I still had enough of a screw up in the elevator.
I decided not to waste time, wiped my coward's ass and legs. I put on my pants and stand like an honest citizen, waiting for my floor. On the floor is a girl, probably dead, in her hands are panties with a homom, why I was holding them, I do not know.
When the elevator arrived, the girl had not yet come to life, and was lying on the floor. I thought it was useless to leave her in the elevator in such a state, so I dragged her to the floor. He gently groomed his underpants under his head and ran out of this house.
Current one I can not understand, why the fuck ... she was so scared?
After all, when it stinks in an elevator, this means that someone was screwing up, but if it was a dick, this one could be scared, there will be, although I don’t see anything terrible here either.
And also, I smeared your fur coat a little with gamnom, wiped my leg ab
I have a friend, a retired colonel.
And at times he tells cute stories.
I'm not the author. For what he bought, for what he told.
This happened scary tale In the past year. It was a beautiful day, and we celebrated the next birthday of our friend and, as is usual with good people, got drunk in zyuzu. And, of course, who, where was in what position, stayed there.: *)
The hero of the occasion himself was lying on an armchair in a state of blissfully contemplating the ceiling, with his legs slightly parted (sorry).
In the morning, after a partial awakening of some of the participants in yesterday's feast, one of our friends wandered through the kitchen in search of something so ... cool and liquid. :)
And I found it. Almost.
Somehow, in the refrigerator, the not very cold, I must tell you, and not very liquid CHICKEN was preserved.
There was nothing else there, and a thirsty friend decided to make another gift for the hero of the occasion and at the same time for the next holiday on April 1. :)
After a short manipulation of the chicken, it turned out to be: 1 - the temperature of a human body and the same color with a bluish tint. 2 - without a torso. I mean, one head.
After these operations, he quietly entered the room with the hero of the occasion, ti-i-i-iho unbuttoned his fly (lieutenant, how dare you ?!) and a-a-neatly placed this head so that it, kh-kh , replaced, so to speak, his manhood.
It should be noted that the neck of this head looked almost perfect right down to the head, in general, the view turned out amazingly - futuristic!
Satisfied with his joke, the comrade left to continue looking for something. Cold.
Some time passed, some of the people had already laughed at our friend's joke and peacefully drank mineral water with him in the kitchen.
And then there was just an INHUMAN scream! Choking on mineral water, the people briskly ran into the room where the hero of the occasion was sleeping.
And now the oil painting: just O ... EVERY hero of the occasion, continuing to lie in the same position, only with his head, eyes fixed THERE, and the whole crowd in the doorway watches the local BLACK cat eating ... well, in general, sitting on the lap of its master. Moreover, the head itself is no longer visible ...
Imagine the sensations of a person after a hard drinking binge, who DOES NOT FEEL like chewing on his most expensive ... :)))
***
It was in the winter of 94 or 95, I don’t remember exactly.
My friend from the new middle-class Russians sent his wife and children to Greece for a couple of months, but of course he broke away from his heart, began to take babtsov home, did not disdain and confuse, in general, he did not spend time too sickly.
Well, he protected himself, of course, one misfortune of the preser, without hesitation, threw it through the window.
In short, my wife returned, and so in April, when the snow melted, she settled down to plant flowers under the window and discovered already the condom graveyard.
I must say that they lived on the third floor of a five-story building, the first two were occupied by his office, and elderly couples lived on the 4th and 5th.
A saving thought came suddenly - he squinted on the homeless people from the attic, which, of course, were not even traceable by his own efforts.
In general, he had to hire homeless people - a homeless person and a homeless woman. For bukhalovo, they climbed into the attic every day and threw themselves from there in condom and so on for a whole month.
Well, my wife ended up eating, although a bum with a condom you yourself understand about how a nun in a brothel.
***
Somehow our whole company got together about the arrival of one of the guys from foreign countries. business trips. I must say in advance that he was abroad for the first time and brought several sex toys as a keepsake, which he demonstrated to us. One of these toys was an artificial penis, well, very reminiscent of a real one.
Well, and then, as expected, everyone got drunk to death. And at night, when our ranks began to dress up, we decided to play a trick on the business trip. And looking around found the same member, lonely thrown on the table. The guys disassembled the flyer on a business trip and put this work of art in there. Ten minutes later, our friend woke up and went to the toilet, and a minute later there was a heartbreaking cry.
Further, according to the victim. So he went into the toilet, unbuttoned his fly, took out the device and began to relieve himself, but the catch is that nothing is pouring from there, but something warm is running down his legs ?! Well, he decided to shake his friend a little bit and he ended up in his hand. And at that moment, his drunken consciousness painted a heartbreaking picture: as if he tore off his dignity, and the warm thing that runs down his legs is blood! It was then that he screamed. Well, we all ended up rushing to the rescue, but when we saw a friend with a penis in his hand and wet pants, with an expression of horror on his face, we simply fell to the floor with laughter.
Yes, to the credit of our friend, I must say that he was not offended by us. I was very glad that I didn’t rip anything off and that everything was intact. Here's a story.
***
The beginning of the story is, in fact, traditional: we Drank. They slowly sipped the day's holiday norm until the weaker in spirit began to butt the table in a fit of overwhelming drowsiness. The rest famously dealt with the remnants of booze and snacks, cleared the table and began to arrange the baine. A friend who fell asleep prematurely was "rewarded" with the fact that instead of a bed he got a table - cleared of dishes, liquor and food (well, maybe not quite cleared :-). The poor fellow was laid on it.
The rest went to their rooms, and the holiday died down, as expected, until morning. But that was not the case: in the middle of the night we were lifted out of bed by a terrible scream, in which there was so much horror, hopelessness and (most importantly) decibels that no one was able to make a serenely sleeping look. Well, having opened the slits of our eyes and with someone's mother, we stomp on the source of the nightmare, turn on the light ... And we see our Kostya sitting in the center of the table, curled up in a ball and obviously trying to occupy the smallest possible area on the table. His complexion did not look alive even against the background of a snow-white (almost) tablecloth.
Looking at such an elf, few people, the stump is clear, will believe that it was he who screamed SO a minute ago that he raised five, if not dead, but drunk to an almost half-dead state of people in the middle of the night. Well, anyway, such a riot requires an explanation, so we were not too lazy to ask Kostya in detail.
And Kostya, it turns out, froze at night (which is not surprising, after all, they threw him on the table like a dead man, and somehow they did not even think of covering him with a blanket). Freezing, he began to gradually become aware of himself in time and space and realized that he was lying in absolute darkness on a hard, cold FLOOR (how could he know about the table!). Konstantin fumbled across the FLOOR with his hand to move where it is warmer ... and gropes for a FAILURE.
Quickly making sure that the hole surrounds him on all sides and that one cannot reach the bottom with one hand, the night climber began to realize that he is alone in this patch of firmament, and of all the tools he has only a fork. He decided to donate a fork in order to find out how high he is above the surrounding terrain. The thrown down fork CLUTCHED ON THE TABLET ... And after 7 seconds Kostya heard a quiet sound of falling 8-
It was then that the cry came, which woke us up.
***
I don’t remember where it happened (some small provincial town), but I can vouch for the reliability. So, two friends, having drunk properly in good company, returned home late in the evening. And their path lay past the city park. And so they wanted to ride the carousel. No sooner said than done. We went into the park, found a carousel (you know, where the chairs are suspended on chains), found the lever that starts this carousel and began to argue who is the first. They argued, argued, finally, one of them comes up with a brilliant idea: "Come on, he says, we will tie a rope to this lever, we will sit on the merry-go-round, we will pull the rope and go." Unfortunately for them, they found the rope ... What happened next, probably, many have already imagined.
.............
In the morning, the carousel driver who came to work took them off, completely exhausted and without shoes (they tried to get into this very lever on the fly). They also screamed, but no one heard them in the dead of night ...
In a rest house, one nondescript peasant for a long time pestered a luxurious lady for an intimate relationship. She only mocked him, they say, with your talents ... Then the little man argued with her that he would be able to fuck her twenty times in a row. The only condition is that everything must take place in complete darkness and after each time he must go to wash. The car was at stake, and the woman agreed. Night fell, and the man got down to business ... Once, twice, three times ... after the seventeenth time, the woman could not stand it and prayed:
- Everything! I lost! Can't take it anymore, turn on the light!
The light came on, and she saw in front of her a completely unfamiliar hefty man.
- Who are you!? she screamed. - What are you doing here? And where is that little, shabby one?
- And, this is probably that entertainer in the crowd? So he sells tickets at the entrance ... Once we were sitting at a lecture, and one girl came in a knitted
sweater, which at a very large approximation resembled
on the dress. Well, of course, the male half is not up to
lecturer ... This continues for almost the entire
couples while the onnaya girl is loudly loud (and not fake)
cries out to the entire audience:
- Oh, I forgot to wear a skirt!
Here hysteria begins. Lecturer (he is also a man)
had to stop pairing 15 minutes before the end (pair) ...
My friend Andrei has been filming the series for six months, but yesterday and today he disrupted the shooting for people. I got sick. The doctor said that there could be no talk of any kind of filming for another three or four days.
Well, they will wait, they will not go anywhere.
Andrew, although younger than me by a couple of years, but in recent times began to actively turn gray and strongly worry about this, as a result - a pronounced crisis of middle age, and the crisis must be somehow dealt with.
Andrey's way of fighting is simple: how more women he "spud" per unit of time, the stronger his aging male bunker will be.
Andryukha went all out: today one, tomorrow another, plus yesterday's one, plus an acquaintance with the fourth - the potential day after tomorrow ...
He himself is already sausage from this loading and unloading logistics, but what to do? "A gray hair in a beard - don't say you're not hefty."
Fortunately, although many will recognize him, otherwise he looks like a maniac - a computer technician who lives with his mother and cooks stew out of people ... (even if he did not read this ...)
"But there is a hole in D'Artanyan too ..."
Yesterday, our Andrey ran to visit a languid forty-year-old beauty: he was holding condoms, and expensive champagne in his trousers pocket (maybe the other way around, I personally don’t know how it happens, I’m married ...) Light frost, mood pre-start, and at the entrance there are two awesome girls - about 18 years old, but of those who already have a huge abyss with tenth-graders ...
Andrei turned on a face in which it was easier to recognize and recognize him.
I met, especially with Alla, gave me cigarettes, gave me a lighter,
Allin wrote down the phone and went into the entrance, it's a pity that an hour and a half are not rubber, otherwise I would have chatted with the girls.
That day Andrei had an ideal husband, that is, the husband of that sultry woman, was ideal for Andrei, because he worked as a bus driver that reaches Rostov.
Isn't it ideal?
I rang the doorbell, opened it, a sultry beauty and Andrei from the doorway cried out theatrically:
- My God, what a beauty, I missed you so much, forgive the asshole, yesterday I could not !!!
It all happened suddenly. Suddenly a bass came from the bathtub:
- What the fuck !!!? Who is that there !!!?
Suddenly some basins rattled and the door opened in the bathroom. The bass roar became much closer to the corridor and louder.
Andrei did not wait for their eyes to meet like a cowboy with a sheriff, but rushed down the stairs.
The husband, in one towel, also rushed in pursuit, his lag behind the leader was decreasing and there were no more than two flights.
Andrei understood that if the husband breaks out of the entrance to the operational space, then he will not run away from him.
It was necessary, as a bunny, to confuse the trail and outwit the fox.
Andrey jumped out of the door into the street, bumped into an oyknuvshaya Alla and quickly spoke: Alla, help me out, a matter of life and death!
With these words he hugged her and began to kiss her passionately ... Just how
D'Artagnan beauty Kat.
At the same moment, the Cardinal's guard jumped out of the iron doors of the entrance
- husband, but without a towel.
Andrei continued to kiss the girl, he knew that the naked bus driver did not have time to see him during the chase.
All that remained was to say as coolly as possible: "If you are after a peasant, then he ran for the house ..."
But suddenly Alla pushed off from Andrei and the last thing my friend heard before turning off the light in the body were the girl's words:
- Dad, I see this guy for the first time in my life !!!
The trouble with the jaw, with the hinges removed, and the nose got, and it would seem - just one blow.
It's good that dad was naked, froze to death and dragged his daughter into the entrance, without fully figuring out what's what, otherwise the second blow would be no worse than the first ...
Well, thank God, everything worked out, so three, four more days and you can
shoot further.
a bitten lip and beads of sweat indicated passion,
boiling somewhere under the clothes. She wrapped her arms around him, strong
fingers groped for that single position. He resiliently lay in her palm,
arching and trembling. She caught the right moment and began to move,
speeding up and adjusting to its rhythm, but not letting it slip out of
hands, controlling and confidently directing his intentions. With every moment
the approaching climax, her face became more and more determined: "Yes, yes,
well, one more time ... "And at that one, right moment, she managed
cope with it - with a confident movement directing to the intended
his place. He, gripped by strong hands, was securely fixed and,
resiliently succumbing, took on her soaring, arching body. Both
froze for a fraction of a moment at the highest point of the trajectory of their joint
flight. And she, using it, having received everything that she could take, let go
him, still tense, not completely completing his movement, but
no longer necessary, useless, which has become a burden. And feeling my
freedom, he straightened up, giving himself to her without a trace, humbly accepted
loneliness that suddenly fell on him, and fell, slowly but
inevitable.
She, still remaining under his influence, continued to move, but already
relaxed, letting go of the monstrous tension of foreplay and just
ended intercourse with him. In such a state, her body took the bed, and
everything in her spoke of the greatest pleasure from what had happened.
The women's pole vault record was broken.
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A new tale about Buratina.
Italiano Pepperoni - delicious macaroni!
Eat olives, eat pasta with Tabasco hot sauce!
So the tale began, about a boy with a long nose. The one who turned from a log into an oligarch.
Once upon a time, there was an old organ-grinder ... I didn't make anything at all ... Only an old organ-grinder, gathering dust in his corner.
A man lived in a closet, there were a little more kennels, from the amenities - only a toilet, and even that one was two hundred meters away.
There was only one friend - Giuseppe, he was a carpenter, usually a couple of times, a month - the rest of the time he fermented.
And the organ-grinder gathered here, to visit his friend, Before that he went in for a bottle of strong Grappa.
"Hello" Blue nose "Giuseppe!" (it was driving), "What new bungled you have? Or are you just thumping again?" -
"Nothing, my friend Carlo, I have not done this in a week. I only found an old log in the garbage. Hemorrhoids got through me, so it hurts even to fart! And I just sit there drinking - that's such fun!"
"It's all right, my friend, Giuseppe, what to do - it's old age ... We'll have a drink and it'll make us feel better right away."
At once the bottle was empty ... Everything about everything - about fifteen minutes ... These two sick Starper, but thump like students ...
As usual, after a booze, they needed to fight, what kind of booze and no fight? When are two best friends ?!
A hook in the jaw, having invested from the shoulder - this is the old organ-grinder beating ... Here he hits the forehead with a log, from a turn - already Giuseppe!
After a lot of fun, everyone was satisfied - "You know what, take a log! It may still come in handy."
Taking the log under Carlo's armpit, he was going to go home, but the log wriggled into his eye out of anger!
It's good that he missed - he could have been left without an eye! "What a fucking lump you slipped me today?
Or do you want a new one, get the fuck out again ?! "-" What are you Carlo! As possible! You see, the log itself !!! "
"Hey, idiots! Stop fermenting! - that log told them - It would be better to do business to make money!"
Looking at each other, Carlo was the first to say the word - "You know what, my friend Giuseppe - we need to end our drinking."
And without saying a word, he silently stomped home, On the way thinking - "What a strange piece of wood?"
With grief Grappa wound, five hundred grams more from the bottling, He pinned home at night, hiccuping deafeningly.
Early in the morning he woke up, "Hey moron, stop sleeping!" - This is a strange log, it gave a clear voice.
"Stop sleeping - take the plane! Let's make Pinocchio!" Farting loudly, old Carlo fell off the bed.
"Probably no more drinking - So the Squirrel comes ..."
Having sober up at that minute, he decided to ask a question, "What kind of a wonderful animal, is it taking my brains out now?"
"I am an ordinary young boy, only a little bewitched, an evil witch-addict ... I have turned into a log ... But to save me is real - you just need to take a plane! But the only" Hat "- I will remain wooden!"
Old Carlo took the plane, appraising with a dull look that the log was better in the firebox - at least it would be so warm.
In that second, unraveling, the thoughts of Starper's nasty, That log, but with a run - struck a blow in the balls!
And the organ-grinder, seeing the stars all in the sky, With a quiet cry, spread out on the floor, in the middle of the closet ...
"So what? - the log said - Do you want to repeat it one more time? Or maybe we will do it, we will have a wonderful transformation?"
"No, thanks ... - said Carlo - I'm already much better! Very quickly and clearly, you explain the essence to me ..."
Taking the plane, firmly in his hands, he began to plan the log ... A wonderful miracle happened! - Buratino appeared!
With a long nose, like a heron, so that you can drink candy, he clapped his eyes and said - "Beloved dad!"
Old Carlo shed a tear - he dreamed of being a dad all his life! It's just a pity that by nature, he was a congenital impotent ...
So the boy appeared in the life of an old rascal who had been spinning the organ all his life and had never worked ...
Two men began to live together, Papa Carlo became happy! Every evening Buratino brought a glass of Grappa.
And once Carlo said - "You need to learn to read and write, otherwise, Buratino - you will remain a log."
And in the morning, drink the old bastard at the flea market, To get hold of books for the Aspen Boy ...
The jacket was sold by Papa Carlo ... "God bless her, with this old jacket, but now I can make Pinocchio smart!"
With this joyful thought, he was going home to go, On the way, not forgetting, to drink Grappa from the inn.
"Hello, wooden boy! My beloved Pinocchio! I brought a book as a gift to make you an oligarch!"
"" All about raider seizures "" - this is such a gift for you, maybe you will become great, like an uncle to Karabase! ... "
"Oh, thank you, dear dad! How happy I will be now!" And embracing the old man Carlo, he quietly farted.
"Tomorrow you are f * cking to school! Stop playing tricks at home! Go to bed and tomorrow morning, I'll sew you some clothes!"
Glued a jacket out of paper, concocted a cap from a toe ... "Very creative and almost modern ..."
Early in the morning, Pinocchio from the closet of Pope Carlo, He went to the seashore and went into worldly life ...
The way lay, of course, to school (it was originally supposed), but for some reason, on the way - a wandering booth met.
There were given performances (and not only for children) ... Loud music played, groans of passion were heard!
"What a miracle - an institution! - the kid thought to himself - there is a school, there was and will be, but this is the first time!"
There Malvina on a poster, in blue thongs, openly called all the boys, and not only to laugh ...
Quickly exchanging the book for a ticket to the "Valley of Passion", Buratina plunged into the world of sin and pleasure ...
Three prostitutes undertook to "post" the boy at once, and he finished, unable to restrain himself - eight times in three minutes!
And as a reward for the bliss, that which brings back to life, Buratina did dashing
im a magical cunnilingus!
Those confused were shocked - Buratina is just a Guru! If only he wants - everything will be given to him for free!
The wooden one, freaked out by such magical miracles, Sadly thought, "Why, this circus has not met before! ..."
Then a man with evil eyes enters the arena, That is the owner of porn studios, the bearded Karabase!
Announces super competition"Whoever cracks a nut xy * m - he will receive three hundred Euros! For an attempt - only a hundred!"
Pinocchio inspired, decided to try his luck, Once - a blow! The nut is cracked! His member is just like new!
Because Papa Carlo, in life he did everything to his conscience! He even planed a pussy for the boy for two days with a knife!
Karabase is shocked! "I got to three hundred Euros! We need to lure this boy into the circus as soon as possible ..."
Immediately after the introduction, he called him to himself, offered him a job - to be an actor in porn studios.
"No problem! - said the boy - There are only a couple of conditions - we take Papa Carlo out of the closet, damn it, stinking ..."
Karabas, having heard about that, put a fist in his mouth and, having given a thousand Euros, let the boy go home ...
And saying goodbye - "Let him extend the lease for another forty years, I will buy his closet!"
Pinocchio was surprised (for nothing that there is sawdust in the brain) "What about Uncle Karabas, that stinking hut?
Apparently, the matter here is not clean, there is a secret, most likely ... "Having jumped home, he returned the book to the Lombard.
On the way, getting hungry, he decided to eat in a tavern, Two there sat down with him - a tattered cat with a stinking fox ...
Seeing that there was money in Buratina's wallet, the Cat said that he was an investor in the field of nanotechnology!
Say that he knows the place - there is one secret landfill, it is possible there only overnight, to get
Three hundred percent!
Pinocchio, opening his mouth, ordered the cat rather, Show that magic glade where the miracle will be!
Having got drunk stronger Chianti, a wooden blockhead, Three left the tavern, thinking about making money soon ...
And deciding to speed up the matter (not to mess with the trash) Buratina was given a terrible dose of Clofelin to drink.
For nothing that wooden - I put the Euro in my mouth - It just didn't work out, to get hold of an investment!
And hanging on a birch, down with the brains of Buratina, the Scoundrels flooded to sleep in order to continue in the morning.
At the same time, in a dense forest, Malvina went for a walk, and the boy saw that he was hanging to the ground with his ears.
Immediately clicking Artemon (she walked with him alone) - They took the boy off the tree - he was pretty shabby ...
The eye is blackened, and the jacket is in tatters ... - the cat tried his best, But the wooden prankster - he does not give up so easily!
Putting him on the ground, Malvina at once revived the Wooden Boy with a miraculous blow job!
And falling in love with Pinocchio (or rather, with his birdie) - "Let's live together and act in porn films!"
And the depraved Malvina, after these proposals, Fucked very passionately, the wooden hero.
“Well, no!” Said the boy.
And having come to himself a little, he went home, limping ... "Well, in our old little room, what does Karabas need so much? ..."
He came home in the morning, his eye was blackened and he was limping, "What happened to you son?" - Carlo cried out in grief!
And the boy, having told, everything that happened to him yesterday, did not even understand then what kind of secret was revealed to them ...
Carlo remembered about Tortilla, the one that saved from Duremar, and the story about the key that unlocked the door!
The puzzle came together overnight! "Fuck, son, we're rich!" - shouted the old organ grinder, and pissed with happiness.
"It's just a small matter, you need to take the magic key!" - The one that old Tortila kept in the depths of the pond.
"Don't worry, Papa Carlo! There will be ours, a magic key. Now I know exactly what is important for women in life!"
Despite the fact that very early, having quickly drunk a cup of coffee, Wooden with a brisk step, went into the thicket of the forest ...
Buratina went out to the pond, he began to click the turtle ... suddenly Tortila appeared from the stinking swamp ...
A turtle looked at the young Buratina with a sad, cloudy look, after drinking after schnapps ...
"Well, a scarecrow in a case, bring me the key from the bottom! And come on, live, they are waiting for me at the party!"
The turtle went crazy from Buratina's requests ... "And not fart in your ear? You fucking rotten thing ..."
And belching a fume, saying in a raspy voice - "I'm ready to give the key, only for the balls of Duremar ..."
"Good" - said the boy, poking his wooden nose into a bunch of dungs and cows that were scattered everywhere ...
"I'll bring you Koki, from the Hirudotherapist ... Because fucking, I want to touch the Key ..."
The sly boy Buratini ran at a run in a sprint, announcing the whole neighborhood with a clatter of wooden pussy.
And Tortila, sinking into the depths of the swamp mud, plunged into thoughts with sadness that she was often tormented ...
- Here is a boy, very young, he catches leeches with a net ... He takes them to the pharmacy in order to earn money.
And the boy, the prankster, looks at the girls' ass, with his eye sticking to the hole that was in the wall of the toilet.
After these exercises, he often masturbated, in the reeds of the marsh thicket, so that everything would remain a secret ...
But one day he turned up, he had a tortoise shell - this is a drunken Tortila, she was in coma.
Firmly pulling my head in seventeen centimeters, so that the hole turned out, like a vagina, damn it, it looks like.
"That's a thing!" was surprised, the young boy Duremare - "We need to protest that hole, maybe it will be even better!"
Inspired by this thought, he mastered this business! So, that drunk Tortila went crazy instantly!
Sober up with a drink, almost choking with sperm, biting a boy on the penis - the turtle got a bonus!
A young boy, Duremare went crazy from orgasm, at that second he screamed - "Inserts this gadget!"
So the boy made friends with a miraculous device and hid it in the pond, tied it with a string to a stick ...
The young boy Duremare, enjoyed himself every day, everything was almost perfect! Not for the turtle ...
The turtle, having quickly tied up with alcoholism, took spermicin masks every day.
It did her good - she began to look younger. Frankly, let's be honest - about forty years!
But one day Papa Carlo, was going to fish, The old bastard clung to the pond, believing that he could ...
"We need to bungle a fishing rod ... This stick will do!" And the turtle begged - "Anything but sex!"
Papa Carlo wondered why this shell is useful? And I heard a story about the magical Golden Key!
Seizing one moment (Papa Carlo got distracted here) - A turtle got fucked in the pond, like a torpedo on a naval fleet!
Papa Carlo is crazy about the magic story, Sadly, he trudged home, having forgotten about the fish.
Here is such a reason, the anger of the terrible Turtle, On a boy from an orphanage who caught leeches with a net.
But back to our tale - it will be interesting further, because Pinocchio is so simple, he doesn't give up!
Pinocchio, pretending to be a knotty piece of wood, quietly hid in the toilet - he was waiting for the Hirudotherapist!
And having waited for Duremar, he took out a penknife - "Nothing, and so it will do - Buratino thought at once.
“Very rusty but fit and also very sharp! - because Papa Carlo is the best dad in the world! "
Duremar sat down to poop, over the point, of the "Hole" system And instantly and silently - Steel eggs - Buratins !!!
Duremar, uttering a screaming very loud and terrible, fell quickly into the hole and disappeared forever in poop!
Pinocchio, with a light heart, anticipating his wealth, ran back to the pond to see the turtle.
"Hello Granny Tortila! I brought you eggs! Not from chicken and chicken, but from Uncle Duremar!"
He will never be, he is in the pond to catch leeches! You give me the key to get me out of gold as soon as possible! "
The turtle shed a tear how many years she was tormented by the Thirst for revenge of the turtle, the pervert Duremar!
"Good" - she said - "You, I see - a nice boy! How many times have already tried, terrible uncle Karabase -
Duremar watched for eight years in a stinking toilet, But he did not achieve success - only a beard in shit! "
"And from here in more detail, tell me Tortila, What comes out - Karabas is looking for a key here for eight years?"
"Yes, the boy is wooden, Karabase is simply crazy! He said that this key is the key to untold wealth ..."
"Everything is clear - he thought - Key, closet, everything worked out ..." - "Here, take the key rather! Glorious boy Pinocchio!"
Here they are standing in the closet, Pope Carlo with Buratina, And a hearth with a cauldron in front of them, painted on canvas ...
Pinocchio, with a long nose, he is like a bunch of dung, He quickly pierces the canvas, and under it is a piece of iron!
Having torn off the canvas, they saw the door from the secret safe, which was secretly walled up, in this old closet.
"Papa Carlo, we are rich! - Buratino shouted in a voice - And the cattle Karabase, the beard will sniff!"
The key in the keyhole, quietly clicking, turned, Their gaze opened the secret - that it was the greatest itself!
The safe contained a controlling stake, shares of the old theater, which is great in Italy, was built a long time ago!
And in addition to diamonds, four hundred grams, no less, the most fabulous cut and colors of magical beauty ...
The knock came very loud ... "Open up, you bastards!" - then the owner of porn studios, broke the door, trying to open it.
This is a drunken Tortila, Karabasu blabbed out, they say the key has already been received, by a cheerful guy - Buratina!
Because, having managed, to execute the trial over Duremar, for the desecrated youth, and for Sado-Mazo's sekes ...
"That's it ... - thought Karabase - you can't see La Scala already - After all, control over that theater has been intercepted by Buratina!"
And in the meantime, hastily, dad Carlo and Buratina, Down went down the rope, behind the window that hung ...
And they set off at a run to the forest, there were friends ready to weighed the strong, evil uncle Karabas!
The harlequin held a slingshot, he wielded it filigree - Of a dozen rotten eggs, they hit the target - twelve!
And Pierrot - a poet was a noble, he wrote poetry excellently, so he could crumble with foul language - it was very offensive to everyone!
As for Malvina, she was a good judge of sex, but having fallen in love with Pinocchio, she immediately tied up with porn ...
Artemon (he was a dog) Karabas is on his ass, He tore his pants to shreds, so you could see the eggs!
Karabas lies defeated, in a muddy puddle near the forest, No pants and no money, everything went to Buratina!
Because Buratina - bungled the additional issue, And in the hands of Karabas only remained - two pricks!
And Malvina and Buratina gave birth to children - Little Wooden Men with noses like herons.
Musicians from all over the world, dragging suitcases of money, to Pope Carlo and Buratina to sing in a wonderful theater!
Oh, I forgot about dad Carlo - with "Blue Nose" he is in the theater - the performances are announced, well, after that they will ferment together!
Here's a fairy tale! About the log and more! It is very important that in life everyone finds the same key!
Not far from us is the French supermarket "Cora" (Cora, accent on the last syllable).
We occasionally (no more than 3 - 4 times a year) go there for the freshest (no fools) seafood in the assortment, which you will not find in KaDeWe, and excellent pastries.
Well, you know - such long loaves, called baguette.
In addition to baguettes, there is a lot of tasty things and not that expensive. In general, a feast for the belly.
My wife hung in a fish shop, but I relocated to a bakery. And there is a queue. Small, but impressive - about 10 - 12 people. They are waiting for the notorious baguettes. They are being taken out in several pieces - right from the stove, and now there is a production pause.
The Western European queue is not like the Soviet one: no one puffs in the back of anyone's head, everyone is standing intelligently, observing a private distance.
In the line, French an masse, four figures clearly stood out - two Russians (Russo Turisto is recognizable everywhere as a type) and two invaders of the "sons of the desert" in characteristic attire - toe-to-toe nighties, towels on their heads and beards with shovels.
Loudly, without being ashamed of the damned kafirs, they discuss in their poetic dialect, don't understand what. By the way, handsome men are standing, too, interesting - separately from the queue, so as not to accidentally overexpose themselves.
And here are the baguettes - exactly 12 pieces! Each is packed in a narrow paper bag (for hygiene reasons). Half of the queue (someone takes 2, someone takes 3) should, in theory, be enough.
But it was not there. The "Sons of the Deserts", continuing their lengthy - nothing less than theological - dispute, with regal spontaneity load all 12 baguettes into their cart and, smiling tenderly at each other, stately sail off towards the cash registers.
As you know, for the Russian character, any injustice immediately rises in the throat.
- I don't give a fuck. What the fuck is this ?! - the first Russian is amazed quite loudly.
- Oh,% ate finally, bl *, - agrees the second.
The French, with their mouths open, are watching the unfolding performance: both Russians (I don’t know who they are, they look like oilmen are on vacation, and as soon as they find themselves in this quaint French town ?!), interrupting the meaningful dialogue, rush across to the sweet couple.
The "Sons of the Deserts" slow down and look at the Russians in bewilderment.
Silently and sternly frowning, the Russians take 10 baguettes from the enemy cart (2 leave - justice, know ours!) And ... return to the queue!
You should have seen, ladies and gentlemen, the faces of these bearded men. Gloom and fog - "Ad and Israel!" They were not just scared - although the Russians did not touch them with a finger - they were naturally blown away.
It is a pity, it was not possible to capture this picture.
Having dumped the baguettes back into the tray, the Russians, having once again exchanged glances and shrugging their shoulders, take 1 (adyn) pieces for themselves and go to the cash desks.
And then the French start to applaud and whistle. Joyful exclamations, interjections - a continuous vive la Russie.
I think these Frenchmen understood the hard way how different one occupation can be from another.
Maybe they'll tell the others?
It was at a celebration in one office on March 8th. The people celebrate, congratulate the girls - everything is fine. But ... Young manager Max decides to attract the attention of the people, begins to tell: - You know, in our city recently one girl was hacked with an ax, cut into pieces ... - and everything is in detail. The girls try to reason with him: - Max, it's still a holiday today, again, we're sitting at the table. And you are - and in paints. He: - Why? Girls: - Well, on March 8 after all ... You would be about love ... Max: - Oh, of course! - and joyfully declares: - she was also raped there!
I will make a reservation right away - we will talk about WOMEN asses. In men, although very worthy specimens come across, they do not have such a significant impact on the fate of their owner.
Resting at the sea, it is best of all to observe all the diversity, originality and variety of female butts. Immediately discard the immature asses of girls of pre-Juliet age, and the dear priests of gray-haired ladies. The rest easily fit into the following classification.
Type one - POP - ASS (affectionately-admired - ass)
Such a bottom is always well developed and has the convex shape of double soccer balls, united by the elastic of the swimming trunks into a single aesthetic masterpiece. The ass always has a good bond with the front and often takes advantage of her joys.
Any color is possible - from freckled German pallor to chocolate-Brazilian luxury.
The ass invariably attracts the attention of the opposite sex and, due to its own self-sufficiency, can lead a life separate from the hostess. Regardless of the appearance and mood of its owner, such a priest is always playful, cheerful and ready for contacts. When walking, she invitingly sways, but not with a sluggish cellulite wave, but with an energetic, elastic, inviting tremor. Even women turn to such specimens, sighing enviously, and men are simply stormy from the desire to pinch and cuddle this wondrous creation of Mother Nature.
The owners of such pops are almost always happy in marriage, as a girl they often have several lovers, which does not prevent them from becoming ideal wives and mothers over time. They are indifferent to a career, but if fate forces them, then their path to success is swift and they are able to achieve dizzying growth, sweeping away everyone and everything in their path.
This ass gives its mistress a long, cheerful life, delighting her with its youthful forms until the last hour.
The second type of pop is POPA FLAT.
In fact, this is not a priest, but a part of the back, suddenly, without warning, bifurcated into two rickety limbs. As a rule, such priests are represented by very dystrophic individuals, but there is also a wide version of flat pops, which, however, does not in any way correct the dullness of this type.
No matter how intricate the design idea is, panties on a flat bottom always have a bandaged look and are not able to decorate the hostess's mummified hip joint. on skinny hips.
The color palette of flat pops is poor and has only two shades - a frightening blue pallor or an unhealthy poop color of burnt cutlets.
The only decoration of these pops can be either powerful pearlescent pimples in the case of a pale color or crackle of small wrinkles in the brown version.
The owners of such pops have a tendency to female tantrums, rarely laugh, almost never swim in the sea. Despite the unhealthy thinness, they lead an exceptionally healthy lifestyle and are most often found in feeding places, where for a long time and sluggishly, with anemic lips, they crumple a leaf of lettuce, which their flat ass, after a couple of hours, will squeamishly spit out into the whiteness of the toilet bowl.
Keeping adolescent underdevelopment all their lives, such priests are often proud of themselves and sometimes cause the envy of their corpulent competitors, which is completely in vain, because men's glances bounce off flat pops faster than a tennis ball when hitting a racket.
Such asses extremely rarely can boast of a successful marriage, they often have married lover, with whom they lead a long-term debilitating romance for both.
But on career ladder such asses climb very energetically, acquiring even greater angularity in the leadership chairs. If nature, in a set for such an underdeveloped ass, gave two crooked endless legs with a forty-third shoe size, then it is they who have the chance to break through to the podium and join the crowd of fantastically paid skeletal models.
Type three - POPA LOOSE, BUTT.
The most undesirable variant of the female priests, an extremely unfortunate type of natural selection. Designed exclusively for the act of defecation (not to be confused with defloration).
Having no aesthetic value, it is given to the hostess in addition to the existing ones. extra pounds... The only possible color is baby pink.
A large population of loose pops is typical for the Russian hinterland and, although due to their natural tendency to self-sacrifice, they are able to decorate the life of any man, they are almost never appreciated by them.
Loose butt is never in demand from the opposite sex. The owner of such a priest is extremely rarely successful in marriage, although the marriage itself is quite possible. But, following the path of intellectual and spiritual development, the mistress of such a priest can reach such significant heights that the very topic of this story simply falls out of the sphere of her natural interests.
Type four - POPA ORDINARY, HEALTHY.
The most common type of pop. With a complete absence of shyness, such priests often only denote panties with a tango thread, a seagull that flew over the horizon of the back. Often they are the ones who adorn themselves with a variety of tattoos, from a lacy check mark fluttering over cute bulges to touching butterflies and roses, or an angry panther creeping out of the curtains of a bikini. Tattoos on such asses can tell much more about the hostess herself.
They love these asses, kiss them, and even devote poems and songs to scars and moles on them.
Ordinary butts are so varied in shape and colors that I will only emphasize their main advantage - the tendency to nepotism. No matter how they play tricks in their youth, old age always meets them in the circle of numerous and loving relatives. Such priests do not tolerate loneliness and by the age of twenty they are often accompanied by men's family panties and a couple of diapers. Alternatively, they can choose their partner for a long time, exchanging the best for an even more worthy one.
In communication, they are easy, they are simply domesticated, or they can easily take the path of career growth, depending on the ambitions and desires of a partner.
In the afterword I would like to say: "Different priests are important, different priests are needed!"
Without women's buttocks, asses, buns, seats, loaves, asses and asses, without this amazingly beautiful female poop, men's swimming through life would become painful and meaningless.
Once, the best friends Clara and Rosa woke up with a great hangover.
- Eh, and managed to get on with it like that! Rose exclaimed in her hearts.
- Don't shout! The head is bursting! - said Clara and winced.
- Don't shout? Do you know that it is already eleven o'clock and we are totally late for work? Now the owners will send a messenger, or even worse - they will fix themselves! Will be fired, fired, how to drink!
- And what do you suggest? With such an exhaust to work? They'll be fired even sooner! Or maybe let's say that today is a great holiday and we started preparing for it from yesterday?
- What is this holiday in the middle of the working week? There are no such holidays! And the number today is stupid - the eighth of March!
- Personally, I like the number. In addition, an eight, like a woman, has a waist in the middle.
- A couple more of these drafts - with beer, schnapps and sausages, and our waists cried!
They were silent for a while, and Clara asked hopefully:
- The Rose! Friend! And don't you drive to the shop for a beer? Disappear, so with the music!
At that time, the noise of a carriage approaching was heard from the street. Clara reached the window and looked out into the street:
- In! Nakarkala! Karl and Friedrich showed up! Complete ambush!
Both, without saying a word, rushed to the mirror, and on the stairs, commanding steps were already heard. There was a knock on the door once, twice, and Rose went to open it.
- Great, girls! - in one voice the entered men greeted.
- Why isn't it at work?
- Yes, we were going. I really wanted to look better today, because of the holiday! - Rose began to get out.
- What kind of holiday?
- How? You do not know? Today is women's day!
- How is it in the bath? - Friedrich was surprised.
- International! - Clara blurted out to give the imaginary holiday significance.
- Both on! Karl exclaimed, slapping his knees. - And I have a holiday today! They are going to print my book! The publisher praised it very much, said - a capital book! And the advance paid off - be healthy! So in connection with this, and in honor of the women's holiday, I am raising your salary by five marks!
-Hooray!!! - Rose and Clara shouted in unison.
Suddenly Frederick asked:
-Girls, what does it smell in your room?
-Ah-ah .... And we took off the varnish and poured acetone - Rose was found.
- Acetone?
- Well, yes! And realizing that the smell does not quite match, she clarified:
- Klara, razzyava, spilled acetone on stewed cabbage ...
- Well, if for cabbage, then yes.
- Listen, Friedrich, - ordered Karl. - Here's the money - blow into the tavern for a beer! Take some more sausages and ...
- Schnapps! Rose breathed softly.
- And schnapps! Today we are walking! Take more so you don't run twice. And here's another thing - Karl took Friedrich to the door:
- Buy there a flower, or something.
- What are the flowers on March 8? Winter is outside. The heating season is not over yet.
- Well, then some kind of plush garbage, just not expensive.
When Karl and Friedrich approached the inn to improve their health, Friedrich smiled:
- Well done girls! After all, the ninth of March is also a holiday!
In just two days we will cover ourselves with stubble ... And the barber fights so much - there will be no more beer! Let's let go of the beard?
Just now, my aunt said:
Once this autumn she was returning home in the evening, the weather was chilly, and dirty lewdness was under her feet. He notices a young mother with a child of four years in front of him slowly wandering. The mother, judging by the sharp gait and the proudly raised head, is angry with something, and the child drags along a few steps behind her and roars. Looking at this scene with sadness, my compassionate aunt catches up with the couple and, equal to the kid, hears him muttering through tears:
- TAKE ON BOWS, BITCH, BUT LIKE LADIES IN MOLD!
I would have lit it like that with that blonde - said Lesha
What a moron ?! They are both blondes, which one? - Misha said indignantly
Yes, with anyone!
And I liked the curly one more, well, the one that Lesya, cool chick
Shall we meet with them again? - suggested Tyoma
Let's! - Misha agreed
Suddenly Tomka's mobile phone rang loudly, we ran away behind the house so that they would not know that we were eavesdropping
Hello - Tom said in a whisper - Tomorrow? Yes, we can! At nine? Okay, agreed, come on, bye!
What did they say? - I asked
They invited us for a walk tomorrow!
The next day, putting on high-heeled shoes and short skirts, we went to the boys, we had a fun evening. Looking at Misha, I felt something strange, I had a whole bunch of guys. I changed them like gloves, but I didn’t feel anything like for Misha for any of them. The boys treated us to pills, having tried them like a light bulb in my head exploded and everything became so bright, iridescent
How is it? - Misha asked
Super! - I answered - Give it more!
Misha gave me more
The next day he called and said that he wanted to meet with me, I agreed. All week he behaved like a true gentleman, courted beautifully, gave flowers. Once, when we were returning from the cano, a guy on a moped rushed past us and sprayed me from a puddle, I was all wet and dirty
Damn! - Misha said with regret - Come to me, you wash things there!
And we went to Misha's house, he threw my things into the car and gave me his own T-shirt. We sat on his couch, swallowing pills from which everything becomes iridescent, and kissed, kissed for a long time, then he threw me on the couch and took off his T-shirt, I understood what everything was leaning towards
Misha, Misha, wait! - I tried to stop him
Do not be afraid! - he smiled - I have rubber bands!
Yes, that's not the point! You just understand, I've never had it before!
Misha couldn't even say anything at first
So what are you, virgin or what ?! he shouted
Well, yes! - I answered embarrassedly
So what am I wasting time on you!
Misha, but does it really matter whether I have you first or not?
It has! I don’t need extra problems! I already somehow deprived one chick of her virginity, so she lets cry, and all these tears, drooling ... then I told my mother too. even the mother came to understand ... in short, I then decided, no more virgins!
Misha, well, I'm not going to tell mom anything!
Here, damn it, this is what I get, in vain the steward gave Kolyan for sprinkling you ...
What?! - I did not understand him - You set it all up ?!
What do you think! What should I have told you in your face Les, come to me to fuck! I don’t understand at all, if you’re a virgin, so why the hell are you behaving as if all the men in town got you?
It's just that I have such a character! - I answered
And Toma, is she a virgin too? - he asked
No, Toma is no longer a virgin!
Fine! I also liked Tomka, of course you are more, but who knew that girls like you might not be punched ...
Give me some pants! - I interrupted him - I'll bring you tomorrow!
Misha gave me his jeans. I put them on and ran home. I cried for several days incessantly, but I love him, and I'm ready for anything with him! So many times I have already been offered to do THIS, but only with him I am truly ready for THIS. A month passed, I still did not fulfill my promise and did not give Misha the clothes, and an interesting situation happened with my clothes, which I left in his typewriter ... two days after all this happened, someone rang the doorbell of my apartment, I opened it, but there was no one behind it, but there was a bag with my clothes on the threshold. And now, a month later, I was sitting in my room, my mother and my stepfather were talking about something in the kitchen, I rarely listen to their conversations, well, by chance my ear came across the voice of my stepfather, or rather, what this voice says
By the way, can you imagine, Kravtsov's youngest daughter flew in! - he told mom
Tamara ?! - she was surprised - She is studying with Olesya in the same class! Horrible! And from whom ?!
I have no idea, does not tell!
I jumped out of bed, got dressed and ran to Tomka. All the way to her, I wondered why she didn’t tell me anything, but we shared everything with her since childhood. I still remember when we were 9 years old, we locked ourselves in my room and I taught her to kiss because she herself did not know how but really wanted to try
Hi, Tom! - I said entering the threshold of her room
Hey! - she answered dryly, recently she spoke to me in such a dry tone, what the reason I could not understand
Tom, I want to say ... that I know everything!
Truth? - Tom screamed, tears flowed down her cheeks - Lesya, forgive, please, forgive!
For what? - I did not understand her
Well, for everything ... for Misha ...
And what about Misha? - I did not understand her
How? You said that you know everything!
I know that you are pregnant!
Les, but you don't know the main thing, from whom
It seems I'm starting to guess from whom ... - with these words I left Toma. Toma had an abortion, after the abortion she came to me
Lesya, I want to change! - she said - I want everything to be different!
Tom, you're right, it’s not right to live like that! - I found a pack of "next" cigarettes in my cache and flushed it down the toilet. Since that day, everything has changed, I understand what a bastard this Misha was, but I still cannot cool down to him, and Tom still cannot forget the stress that she had to endure during the abortion.
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