“Well, for three rubles, Manya, well, sell ...”, tearfully implored the filthy hanyga, almost lying on the counter of a rural eatery with a truly Ukrainian name “Mr? I ", that is, the" dream "... And strict Manya snapped as if with a knife to the heart and soul of an idiot:" Vali but sound? dsi, and then yak pere ... bu kokchergoyu, do not seem a little! ”These words, apparently, slightly opened the eyes of the poor fellow, and he raised himself, babbled:“ H? What, n? why come in? yna ask pochish? ba ... "With these words, he staggered out into the street. The warm spring sun was warming everyone around, but for the drunk Vanych, as he was called in the former local collective farm, the white light was unforbless: he wanted to swell and forget himself in an alcoholic delirium that was no longer high on him, but which he was constantly demanded of by degrees. an organism. Vanych thought, thought ... And finally, his exhausted brain gave birth to a plan: to stun Manyu, because there was no one in the cafe, to collect vodka, to run away to a secluded place and get drunk before unconsciousness, and there ... oh, come what may!

Manya looked suspiciously at Vanych, who, with his unsteady gait, re-entered the “Dream”. “Tob? what? ”she asked, looking from under her brows. "Ta n? What Manu, zayshov-but with you to warm up ... ”The woman was more and more strongly distrusted by this rejection of society, but she didn’t file a mind, only moved closer to the corner where the notorious poker stood.

“That t chogo, Manyu, would not it? ysya, I spudd from ... "Mumbled Vanych moving to the counter. He squeezed in his pocket a previously prepared cobblestone, which he, in theory, had to carry out his brilliant plan.

Manya picked up the poker and raised it threateningly. This, it would seem, not too intimidating effect, produced, by the way, simply a deadly effect on an alcoholic. He somehow became completely limp, wilted, and with a sigh settled on the floor of the cafe. “Oh, Manyu ... Did yakbi know yak man? hard vono at a shower ?, ti b immediately poured a gram? in otak s tw? st? ... ale ji not p "єsh ...? right, the zhuba then taka ... oh, not much, yak from living on the holy? ...

The saleswoman even became a little sorry for the man. "Probably really suffering ...", she thought. But the price of two hundred grams of vodka turned out to be higher than the price of compassion for Mani. She calmly put the poker in place and continued to work. And then the doors of the cafe opened and the lieutenant Shubko, the precinct policeman of this village and a couple of neighboring ones, tumbled into the restaurant. In the district, he was known as a guy with a sharp temper, although in some of the houses of the villages he was taking care of, they did not even know their district policeman’s name.

Shubko disgustedly looked at Vanych and told Mane: “Pour me a glass, mother,”. The lieutenant deliberately spoke Russian, trying to stand out among the rest. The woman obediently set a pile of muddy local spill from the decanter. Shubko drank moonshine and suddenly felt some kind of unknown bravado. He didn’t eat a damn thing in the morning, and he had a strong, 50-degree drink, which he smacked into his head. He kicked the sobbing Vanych with his foot and climbed over the counter to Mane. She did not dare grab the poker: the district police officer - this is not for you Vanych - it is not handy to spoil relations with him. Therefore, the woman firmly decided not to make noise, but not to let amateur on the part of the cop. And in the meantime, another 300 grams of moonshine drinker had already survived and, apparently, had reached a state of severe intoxication. He walked over to a stunned Mane, took both his hands for her work dress, and, with a rather strong movement, tore off all her clothes. Manya now stood only in not quite fresh underwear. She looked good for her 40 years when compared to the other women of the village. Only the legs were slightly thick and the breasts were weak. But the lieutenant was deep in figs.He said loudly: “And now, mamma, I will have to suck my dick!” An alcoholic sitting on the floor, who couldn’t see everything happening from his position, started at these words, although he understood that it was in his interest to sit quietly and do not rock the boat He raised himself and saw a drunken lieutenant trying to get his cock in the insole. True, he did not do well, but the explanation was respectful, according to Vanych.

Manya was in full down, not fucking thinking, and certainly not knowing what she should do. She decided not to succumb to the threat of a lieutenant and in any case not to have sex with him. She was brought up in the family of a village deacon, and therefore was very jealous of sex issues. And the cop, in the meantime, took out his penis, which, despite the degree of intoxication of the owner, adopted a fighting posture, and was ready to get involved. Shubko, masturbating a member with his fist of his right hand, grabbed Manyu by the hair and began to bend her to the sticking organ. She kicked, but a powerful slap in the face made a woman submit and take a dick in her mouth.

The lieutenant himself directed the actions of the woman, then strengthening, then reducing the speed of the lips in his penis. Manya, apparently, had never done a blowjob, as she sometimes bit the penis and awkwardly let him out of her mouth.

Vanych was amazed. His own member, who, according to his rough estimates, did not stand for about three years, began to show signs of life. Drunkard even forgot about the idea to seize the moment and steal a couple of bottles of vodka. He pulled his penis out of his pants and began to masturbate him. His penis was small, but plump, like a wiener in the "Dreams" menu. He masturbated with his fingers, watching as Manya sucks the penis of the precinct Shubko. He was already close to orgasm, and, before the saleswoman finished in her mouth, shouted: “Long live freedom of speech and sex !!!” After these words, which seemed to have a fetish meaning for the lieutenant, he began to stop. Manya at the first moment almost choked with surprise, but managed to cough, and the sperm began to flow out of the mouth of a woman. From this sight finished and Vanych. He apparently suffered from congestion of the urethra, since the sperm did not come out of the penis, and the drunk experienced severe pain during orgasm. However, he also experienced a very strong sense of satisfaction. Shubko put on his pants, and, casting a scornful glance at others, swaying, went outside. Manya in a daze sat on the floor, covered in drops of lieutenant's sperm. She felt that her crotch was very wet during the cop sucking. She also wanted to finish. And then she noticed Vanych, who, catching her gaze, began hastily to pull his pants. “St? y-but, Vanich ... Yd-but sudi ..., ”she said softly. Drunk dutifully approached. “Do you want to give dv? plyashki mountains? lochki? ”asked the woman. Vanych delighted nodded. "Tod? polygen men? m? Well n? g, and I tob? I will give the mountains? lki, good? ”But he didn’t wait for this. But he still dutifully went down near Mani, pulled off her panties, and began ineptly kissing the crotch, which the woman probably hadn’t washed out for about a week. Manya groaned, experiencing great pleasure. In her life, she fucked only two times, with her school friend Stas, but he both took her rudely and she did not experience any special pleasure from intercourse. And here she was caressed, though clumsily, by the language of a man. From this very thought, convulsions pushed down the muscles of the woman's vagina and after three minutes her abundant discharge flowed, filling her labia and falling on Vanychu's face ...

Manya, as promised, gave Vanych two bottles of moonshine, taking an oath promise not to tell anyone anything, even though she understood that even if the drunk had let it slip, no one would believe him, considering his words as an expression of another fit of white fever.