hands grabbed her again for breasts, tender and gentle partner turned into a merciless rapist. Again, he raised and lowered Marina, removing and re-fitting her on the terrible "instrument of execution." Twice this evening, she, exhausted and tired to the limit, experienced a wild orgasm ...

The next day, Marina did not leave the house, stayed awake, rested, and came to her senses. Thought. Finally made a decision. Late in the evening I got dressed, went downstairs. There was no one in the entrance. Before the arrival of the last bus was about forty minutes. Marina went behind the stairs, climbed up on the battery near the wall, settled herself more comfortably and began to wait. It took about ten minutes. The eyes gradually got used to the darkness of the corridor. It turns out that if you get used to it, something could hardly be distinguished. Suddenly the front door creaked, against the doorway a very tall, large male figure in an open coat appeared. Marina silently slipped off the batteries, huddled under the stairs, hid, squeezed into a corner. The one who had entered stood, listening, then he went to the touch along the corridor, sat down on the battery at the beginning of the stairs, a few steps away from Marina. It took almost half an hour. The man got up from the battery, stood impatiently shifting from foot to foot. Time passed, the last bus should have passed. The rapist waited some more and, having decided that Marina would not be today, he sighed in distress. Marina quietly got out from under the stairs, crept up to the man from behind.

- You are not waiting for me?

From surprise, the man started, turned sharply, snapping Marina on a fur coat of a hollow sheepskin coat.

- You? ... You ?? ... - - the man could not recover from surprise.

“You ... what are you doing here?” He asked madly.

- Waiting for you! - Marina said with a challenge.

“You ... you ... is this serious?” What for? - only now the perplexed rapist grabbed her by the collar and jerked her to her.

- For the same as you! - Marina answered, surprised at her courage and determination. - Just don't come here. Come to me, - added Marina.

- Who is at your house? - the rapist was alert, suspecting a dirty trick, the hand that squeezed Marinina’s fur coat was a little tense, lifting her by the collar.

- No one ... I live alone. - She suddenly hesitated whether she was doing the right thing ... But there was nowhere to retreat. The rapist, having doubted for a moment, made a decision. Releasing her, he immediately firmly took her from behind the hood, almost wrapping it around his arm, turned to the stairs.

- Let's go! - slightly pushed.

They climbed into the elevator hall. It was not necessary to wait for the elevator, after Marina descended, the elevator remained standing below. In the elevator, the rapist did not let Marina go to the console, asked which floor he himself pressed. Only here, in the light of a dim bulb, Marina finally looked at it. He was taller and younger than she imagined, only three years older than her. Large, but not full-bodied, lean. Not handsome, but not a freak, quite nothing. And the growth ... probably, almost two meters. Marina shivered, imagining how high he was raising her. The elevator stopped, the doors opened. Still holding her hood, he pulled her out of the elevator, looked around. Marina silently pointed to the right door, took out the key. Upon entering, turned on the light in the hallway.

- You can not hold me, I will not escape! - smiled.

The guy, looking and listening, released his hood from his hands. Turning to the door, he closed the lock two turns and snapped the fuse. - Everything, all the ways are cut off, - Marina understood.

- Take off your shoes! - she ordered.

The guy obediently and quickly threw off his shoes. Marina, without taking off her fur coat, leaned over, unfastened the "lightning" on her boots. But she didn’t have time to take it off: the guy pulled her by the hood and, when she straightened, stepped on her toes, lifted her by the collar, pulled out of her boots. Without letting go, carried her into the room. Groping for the switch, turned on the light, looked around.He threw Marina onto the bed, went to the window, opened the window completely, letting frosty air into the room, and pulled the curtains. Standing up, Marina watched him. The guy went to the kitchen, back. Standing in front of Marina, silently examined her for a while. Without taking off her sheepskin coat, he quickly unbuttoned and threw off his pants and underpants. His hanging penis began to slowly rise. He beckoned to Marina. She got up, began to unbutton her fur coat, but the guy pulled her belt to her. Having already risen to a horizontal position, a huge cock buried Marina in the chest and began to grow rapidly, rising and sliding her head along the fur coat, until she buried Marina under her chin, throwing back her head. Marina looked up and met her eyes, which were almost insane from the boy's burning eyes. He, hardly restraining himself, looked at her, waiting for a reaction. Marina looked down, took the member with both hands and kissed him. The guy moaned softly through his teeth, grabbed Marina by the breast, and, lifting, began to greedily kiss his nose, cheeks, eyes, lips. Suddenly, looking up and slightly pulling her away from him, he asked:

- Do you understand what awaits you?

- I guess! - Marina smiled in response.

- And what? - continued the guy.

After thinking for a moment, Marina said honestly and frankly:

- You will fight and smack me until I lose my pulse. But you still do not know that when you lose him, I will fight and smack you!

Laughing happily, the guy fell back on the bed, so that Marina, still holding onto a fur coat on her chest, was on top of it and, having kissed her, summed up:

- You can start!

* * *

Again in this city I found myself six years later, as they said in the old days, according to the official need. The business trip turned out to be very tense and nervous, moreover, it was delayed due to the unpreparedness of objects. I did not even manage to find and see fellow students who remained in this city. To top it off, under the curtain, the equipment began to act up ... Angry and tired, in the worst of moods, I rode the subway to the station, to the night train. In the subway car, I noticed a very tall, large man. Before him, with his back to me, stood a short, slim girl in a short, tight denim jacket. Suddenly I saw that the girl’s legs did not touch the ground: she was hanging in the air, lifted by a man by the collar of her jacket. The man looked at her with unconcealed love and desire. They left the subway at the station, from which, as I remembered, the bus went to the area where Marina lived. I realized that they were fine. My mood somehow improved.