by the force that the knuckles whitened. She barely had time to notice the amazed face of the old woman turned to her, as she was covered with a suffocating wave of orgasm. Antonina Pavlovna, without a doubt, noted a striking change in her young assistant — a suddenly rosy face, a relaxed body, deep, frequent breathing, a low chest moan — but in her understanding she attributed all this to fainting. Still trying to hold on to the rail, Nastya went limp and, breathing deeply, sat down right on the steps — her feet did not hold. As if from afar, Nastya heard the voice of a neighbor: "... what's wrong with you, Nastya? ... ... Has she really lost her consciousness? ... Say something, don't scare the old one ... You need to go home, lie down, take a rest ... Poor girl ... ”Nastya, sluggishly brushing aside these questions, muttered that she was already better, that this, evidently, from the heat, and that now she was completely gone ... After a minute, she was able to stand up. The frightened neighbor no longer hung on her, not without reason believing that she was the cause of this fainting. Poor children, she cried, there is no health at all. Here, in her time, people were healthier and did not swoon where they could not ...

Coming out of the doorway, Nastya fell over with the old woman and felt relieved. It was wet between her legs, but her excitement was quiet, she could walk more or less evenly, without attracting any outside attention. It was really very hot outside, there was no wind at all. Having walked about a hundred meters, Nastya got wet from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, imprisoned in narrow shiny toes of shoes. She wanted to catch a taxi, but as luck would have it, not a single car passed by. To the store it was necessary to walk about half a kilometer along a park avenue, surrounded by dense thickets of hedge. There were few people on the street; for the most part, they were retired, walking slowly and arguing about politics. Only a few of them paid attention to her strange appearance. Here, a flock of kids on roller skates rushed past, one of the boys nearly knocked her down, catching on the move beyond the edge of her vast skirt. For a moment, she rode up pretty high, and Nastia prayed to God that no one would notice. Bushes around the avenue exuded a fragrant aroma. But the beauty of nature is now little touched the unfortunate girl. One thought spun in my head: "Will I be able to walk to the nearest free bench to rest?" Nastya saw her a hundred meters ahead of her, and this bench seemed to her a message from heaven, an oasis in the waterless desert, where a haggard traveler can quench her thirst and replenish her strength. And these hundred meters seemed insurmountable to her, because again the bra with the collar and the phallus were in the anus. The smell of her own hot body agitated her imagination. Nastya instinctively stretched out her hand to loosen the collar that was stifling her, and immediately pierced two fingers of her right hand with a collar spike. Nastya was sick to tears. She clenched her hand into a fist to reduce bleeding, but the red drops still continued to mark every time her way. Being busy with her own problems, Nastya did not notice how a dog without a collar stuck to her. Attracted either by blood, or by the smell from under a nastina skirt, this rather large red-haired mongrel spun around the girl's legs, as if she were her mistress. So they got to the bench. Nastya again felt growing excitement in her, and hurried to sit on the bench. Pieces between her legs did not allow her to sit up straight, and Nastya had to carefully sit on the right buttock. Now she was able to take a breath. She was very hot. The dog was now standing near the bench, poking his cold, wet nose into her thigh. “Well, why are you, why, I don’t have anything to give you,” Nastya moaned softly. - "What is your name? Ryzhik? Barbos? I would like to change places with you now. ”It is better to be a dog than a man in that position. To reduce the unnaturalness of his posture, Nastya threw her leg over the leg - while the skirt opened her left foot in the shoe to the ankle. The dog took this as a guide to action and began to solicit her legs. Nastya several times saw other dogs doing this before, but the dog molested her leg for the first time. Putting Nastia's shameless face on her knee, Barbos or Tuzik, or whatever they called this scum, she grabbed her shin with her front paws through her skirt and began to poke her shoes in her back. Nastya looked back in horror, but there was just no one near. The girl helplessly tried to push the dog's face away from the blood of a red hand, but the dog grabbed his hand with his teeth and began to lick or suck it. When the dog missed, Nastya felt how her legs through the nylon stocking was touching something hot, wet and slippery. Nastya understood that she was about to finish. Again a wave of sweet anticipation rose inside her, the nipples of the breasts sweating in their “dungeons” breasts painfully ached, and intolerable cuts all over the crotch began, coinciding in rhythm with the efforts of the dog, tearing it into a thin nylon stocking and a shoe shod. "P ... stop it ... Not to-ado ... Well, not to -the same ..." - her voice weakened and finally broke into an incoherent moan. Her free hand was already doing its work in the lower abdomen, and when, after several very strong shocks, Nastya felt some warm and viscous liquid splashing on her leg, she fell into the abyss of pleasure. Tears of powerlessness and humiliation flowed down her cheeks. She wiped them (the blood from the punctures to ooze ceased, for which, probably, it was necessary to thank the canine “rapist”) and, in exhaustion, leaned back on the back of the bench. And the dog, meanwhile, having licked his “sweetheart's” sperm-covered foot a couple of times, ran off somewhere in his dog's business ...

Only half an hour later Nastya got to the place she needed. At that moment she was a rather sad sight. What was her disappointment when she saw that the doors of the shop were locked with a large lock, and signs hung behind the glass: “The shop is temporarily closed until May 30” and “Opening hours - from 11:00 to 18:00”. If she still had tears, she would cry bitterly. She felt like a small and helpless girl, who was joked about very evil. As if she did not notice the inscription, she knocked on the door of the store until she noticed that pedestrians paid attention to her. After that, she turned and wandered in the opposite direction.

Nastya remembered the way home vaguely. I only thought that on the morning of the 30th she had an exam, and the next day her parents returned. Having difficulty reaching her floor, she took out her keys and unlocked the door. Ah, the girl thought, looking at the metal sheaf in her hands, if these keys could unlock any lock ...

... This evening passed in a gloomy mood. Throwing on her mother's robe, Nastya climbed with her legs into a large armchair in front of the TV, covered with a rug, and watched everything from news to cartoons. Parents called. Nastya indifferently told them that everything was fine at home, the preparation for the exam was going well and she went to bed on time. She used to be annoyed that her parents wondered what and how she was doing. She didn't care now. My father wondered if Nastya was upset with something: “Nastya, are you in a bad mood today. Is everything fine at home?” - “Everything is fine, dad,” the girl replied tiredly. She hung up and returned to the interrupted She didn’t want to think about anything except color pictures flashing on the screen. She wanted to rest. When it was dark, Nastya went to the kitchen to cook dinner for herself, trying to knock her heels as quietly as possible , and Nastya imagined how she is sitting now with three meters below e, and listening to the clattering sounds above his head,trying to understand what Nastya is doing there). Having made a couple of sandwiches with sausage and cheese and injected some vegetables, Nastya warmed up the kettle. She was not capable of anything more. Returning to the room with food, she again began to sort through the TV channels, eating sandwiches ... Read more →