Apparently, the tide of voluptuousness made her decisive and domineering, suddenly waking up a strict school teacher.

Viola meekly froze, fingers clinging to the edge of the pool. Now Irina had the full feeling that she was a man shamelessly raping a naked woman standing in front of him. She picked up her instrument more comfortably and strongly moved it deep into it, imagining the pleasure that a man feels. A friend screamed, arched. Irina just as abruptly, unceremoniously pulled a member back. The clattering sound merged with Viola's next scream. Savoring pleasure, Irina again deeply plunged the instrument - she was not going to pay attention to the pleadings of her friend, she was going to take full measure to enjoy the role of the male rapist! For some reason, the naked body stretched in front of her very much wound her up, I wanted to trample, humiliate an old friend who had unexpectedly achieved such enchanting well-being. Irina climbed out of the water and sat on her friend's back, tightly clasping her legs and holding her waist. Now the fun could continue without fear that it would slip. Right in front of her were the viola's pink hemispheres, exposed from the water. Grabbing at the root of a deeply pounded member, Irina abruptly pulled it out of her friend's ass, feeling with pleasure how her back trembled and bent under her.

- Divorce buttocks! Stronger! Still! She demanded.

As soon as the entrance was open again, she took the penis like a dagger and mercilessly thrust it from above, turning it in the depth so that the knobby surface made herself feel. These dagger blows kicked Viola out of the water: almost without remembering themselves from pain and voluptuousness, she crawled along the corridor with Irina on her back, leaving behind a wet trail, and her rider stuck it all and stuck ... in the living room. Viola lay on her side, with a drop sticking between her buttocks. For a while, there was complete silence.

- Well, you and the rapist, Irka! - Viola drawled, finally opening her eyes. - Nobody has been so long with me ... Why did it awaken in you?

- I do not know! - Irina confessed guiltily.

She herself was not clear that it rolled on her. However, despite fatigue and exhaustion, she experienced unprecedented satisfaction.

Having instructed Yuri to transport Irina's things and having explained to him in detail how to find the right house, her friends went to the beach and spent a wonderful day, basking in the sun, swimming and talking about all sorts of trivia. Several times they tried to meet them, but Viola skillfully withdrew all such attempts.

- You look at who makes fun of us! - She said to her friend, noticing that she was somewhat upset. - Buy-sell, sneakers! Today, hapnul - tomorrow a beggar. In general, from rags to riches. And you would know how this cattle behaves in bed! Believe my experience.

- Trying to compensate? - understood Irina.

- Exactly! Before life their kicked, now they seek to recoup on others. Once I happened to be in such a company. Sat, tinned, chatted. You know, as usual: where, what, how much. How best to cross borders, how to cover taxes. It was drunk decently, flared up and, of course, immediately - - let's fucking! Grabbed the newspaper. they summoned four girls and, while they waited, they began to negotiate: `So, do not give the gnomes to the girls, take the kir away 'and so on. In general, terribly cheap public!

- Is there another now?

- You'll see. Today an old acquaintance will come to me. A completely different level! By the way, if you want - join! - If possible, I will first look at him.

- Please, what problems! Open the door to the bedroom and you can study how much you like. It even turns me on.

By evening, Viola prepared carefully.In the living room, by the fireplace, a table for two was served, the menu of a light, energizing dinner was thought out. Having a fragrant bath, Viola long and meticulously chosen outfit. Irina gladly helped her in this. We stopped at a close cocktail dress that left the magnificent Violin legs open. Behind the dress you could unbutton it from top to bottom and throw it off in a matter of seconds. Below him there was nothing but a seductive, well-groomed female body.

Then Viola began to sort through what she called `toys` - various sex devices. After much deliberation, she stopped at the `cat's paw` - a thing that in its appearance is quite appropriate to its name and even allows actually releasing small sharp claws.

“Today I will be a cat,” announced Viola, clearly satisfied with her choice. - We will play with the mouse!

- What other little mouse? - Irina was surprised.

- But look ...

Exactly at eight in the evening, the long-awaited guest stood at the door. Irina herself did not understand why, she became agitated and slipped into her bedroom, leaving a crack in the door. The visitor turned out to be a slim fifty-year-old man with calm manners and an open boyish smile. In the hallway, he presented a bouquet of dark red roses to Violet and walked into the living room. It was felt that he did not come for the first time and anticipates considerable pleasure. Viola in her short tight-fitting dress began to play the role of hostess. No matter how much Irina looked at, nothing unusual happened, and the fragments of conversation that reached her ear completely amazed her. Richard - that was the name of a man - for some reason he referred to Plato, in a conversation flashed words like ʻidez`, `transcendence`, and the like. She seemed to be listening to a dispute in the literary and philosophical salon. Irina, of course, did not expect anything like that. She opened the door wide and leaned forward to hear better.

“In his famous Pir dialogue,” said the man, shaking a glass of white wine, “Plato leads a person to the need to think about things invisible always, even when making intercourse. Splitting an ordinary lust, the subject learns to isolate the essence of sexual intercourse from the action itself and thereby pave the way to the transcendence of sexuality. “Of course, Richard,” Viola nodded thoughtfully with her graceful head. - But after all this requires extremely sophisticated propedeutics! Although ... Several times I myself experienced a similar splitting of consciousness in a situation of sexual violence, when, in spite of everything, I experienced a keen erotic attraction to an unscrupulous rapist.

- That's it, forced erotic attraction ..., - the man picked up and did not finish. - And who is hiding there? - He exclaimed, sticking his glass in the side of the bedroom.

Apparently Irina too far out of her cover. Viola was not at all confused:

- And this is my old friend, came to visit, but hesitate to join us, afraid to interfere.

- What nonsense! - the man was indignant. - How can a beautiful intelligent woman interfere? Please come down to us! - he waved his hands to Irina.

She did not hesitate long: in the end, the guest was not at all terrible, on the contrary - a very nice person. True, it was an unusual conversation, but why not participate in it?

Instantly, a place was organized for her, a glass was filled, and Richard was introduced. Upon learning that Irina is a teacher of Russian literature, the guest was delighted. First, though he is German, he is a big fan of Russian classical literature. Secondly, with a teacher of literature - of course, German - he has extremely tangled ... piquant memories! It turned out that the teacher, teaching in the seventh grade, did not wear panties.

“I discovered this quite by accident — I ducked under the desk behind a fallen gum or something else,” Richard remarked with pleasure. - Dived - and was stunned! Stockings, gum, thighs - and then nothing! Like anything? - he cut himself off.- Like anything ?! The most important, the most amazing in every woman: cunt!

Irina literally jerked in her chair: she never expected such rudeness! Just talked about transcendence - and you!

- Excuse me, do you seem confused? Even indignant? - Richard responded keenly. - Oh, how sweet it is, even touching! As characteristic of the great cultural tradition that you undoubtedly represent.

Richard was clearly agitated, agitated, and therefore the phrase he had turned out was not entirely correct.

“Yeah, our literature is chaste and please do not mention things high in vain,” snapped Irina, pursing her lips.

She did not notice how Viola got up slowly and carefully approached her chair from behind. Suddenly her hands, lying on the arms, clasped the rubber clips. Viola leaned down and dug her lips into hers, simultaneously spreading her legs with her hand and lifting her skirt. Irina realized that now they would use it to the fullest and suddenly, instead of fear, she experienced a rush of burning sensuality. How, how are they interpreted? Irresistible erotic attraction to rapists? Well, maybe ...