I woke up as if struck. Like an air wave splashed over me, making me cool. And, it happens that way, having already lost sleep, I was still lying for a while, wondering: what happened? Why is this?

But here again, the dimensional sounds stretched out from behind the door, which separated my little room in the master bedroom. The couch creaked, or rather sighed, hoarsely and hard. She was old, like all the furniture in this apartment. But it was not the ottoman that aroused me, having pierced my consciousness with sharp conjecture. Here, here again the woman groaned. She moaned monotonously, tiredly, hoarsely, in time with the groan of the ottoman.

Where the hell From where After all, last night. When I dragged myself after a workout, the owner was with a man. We drank in the kitchen under a meager snack. They still called me to the table, raising their cups, and the owner's eyes were squinting in ingratiation. He was hiding behind a mask of cordial revelers, but his eyes betrayed him headlong. It was awkward for him in front of me. Here, they say, the wife is just over the threshold, and he is already warm. Everyone knew that Vitka suffered from hard drinking.

I, obviously, refused. Athlete, then-and-so getting up early. And flushed to his room. Did not support the company. I really did not drink.

But where? Where did they get her? From where Oh shit! And do not fall asleep after all. As always, under such a mood in the head began a sabbath of some memories. Then I nestled and the girl on the bus. Rather, the crowd pressed me. But already with my hands I slid along the legs, I myself. Stroking the stocking with a brush, then breaking through, if lucky, on a narrow gap between the edge of the stocking and the panties. Oh, my mother, how this cool girlish body clung to me. I was struck by the smoothness and swelling of flesh tearing from under the scars. All these stockings, gum, panties - they poured into the burgeoning body. And so wanted to dig into it! Soak up!

To come in! Yes, that there ... I remember how we hung cockroaches under the window of the old bathhouse on the outskirts of the city. There, and a couple, among the muddy streams of “water, flashed bodies. Steamed, fluffy, open.

But one was - "thing"! About twenty years old woman with luxurious hips. I still see them. They were definitely wider than shoulders. What, by our then concepts, was oh, what a weighty indicator of femininity! And when she lifted her leg, putting her foot in a basin on the bench, when she ran a soap over her thigh, inside, up to the pubic hair, we did not hold out. They fell like pears. Not knowing how to cool their desire, they broke into the park to the dance floor.

Yes, it was, pulled us to the strawberry. But, to be honest, I somehow failed to break through into the men.

And again groaned, the woman rushed about. Straining, laryngeal her repeated moaning.

- Still! Still! More-ё-ё! She breathed hard, choking on the vowels. I was driven mad by her moan, and you can't see a damn thing! I was already standing at the door. However, the glass was figured, melted, in divorce. Yes, and darkness. There was something dark on the ottoman. Some bright pieces were breaking through. Her legs, perhaps, whitish wings flew up? Two breaths were breaking the silence. From time to time through the noise of the bed came smacking sounds. Too wet.

Yeah, there he is! Now I have deciphered the darkness. I saw him rising above the woman in straight arms, I saw her legs, tired down, apparently, it was impossible to hold them upright. They bent at the knees, weaving his hips, and then he moaned. As if he had a tooth pulling.

- So! So! Ta-a-ak! - with a gasp, with a screech of every “a” she sucked in, she twitched ... and after a minute everything went silent.

I do not know. Maybe a shame. Maybe it's a shame to talk about how the first in my life plunged into ... and it was with a whore. With apkashkoy. But it was.

Vitka, did not have time to dry off, pulled off behind the pop liter. I heard him mumbling something about “almost got it,” how he rustled up his clothes from the floor, wandered, moved furniture, chairs. In short, dressed. I also remember, with the persistence of a maniac, I scoured, repeating about a tie. Well, he could not move without a tie for vodka at half past one in the night. Well, no way!

And then his sandals began to knock on the staircase, counting the stairs unevenly. I quietly (it seemed to me that I had not been breathing for a long time) opened the door to that damned room. I was definitely going crazy. Impudently, that is called.

The woman was white against a dark background of a crumpled bed with a diabolical bait. At first it seemed to me even that she buried her head under the pillow. Because her hair was dark, it merged with darkness. Only his hands, chest, hips and long legs were white. Yes, her legs then seemed long, even amazed. I braver, not knowing why, stepped to the bed. And came across her look. Like the wall. More precisely, as the wall. Fucked up! Measured Neither there nor here. So long stood. Who knows a minute, or five. Nozzles, like a fool, but he could not squeeze out even half a word from himself. And he did not dare to rush at her. Stuck, in short.

- The same student! - She commented on my appearance and extended her hand to meet. My God! No, do not say hello, do not meet she wanted. ABOUT! The fiend of sin, she drew me to the couch, clutching at the penis! And she did it at ease and at the same time, very aggressively. I have long forgotten that it’s impossible to hide a man’s emotions, especially when he’s in his underpants. And the tetanus was worth it! He even covered all the trees, filled with excess blood. Not surprisingly, I thought hard. I was just amazed how quickly she extracted this stupid stump, beckoned, and he slipped out. However, in those places where he visited, it has long been slippery. Panties immediately sticky, touched the body. For too long, he tried to break through this fabric.

- And what a hard, horror! She sang, and sat up in bed, dropping her legs on the waxed parquet.

From what she got up, some impulses ran through me. She caressed her hand, stroked, and they whipped me like a whip. I didn’t know if it was good, didn’t think about shame or something like that, but just started at her hands. And then she leaned toward me, tickling walking hair over her stomach, douche hot breath. I watched it all, as if from the side. He stood, dumbfounded and silently, following her instructions. As if reading biotoki. Was it I who gasped when the woman was all — well, all the way down — she absorbed him, her lips wet. She still pulled my hips, attracted, tickling, sticking fingers between the buttocks. Is it me? Is it me?

Did I squeeze her thighs with palms, feeling at the same time both the strong weight of someone else's tep, and the flesh of supple female flesh?

She turned, resting her elbows on the box, and I looked at that marvelous creation of nature and, I remember, regretted that I couldn’t feel it all now, I couldn’t cover it all, see ... Shoulders, vertebrae, tender bones, and lower roundness thighs and so sharply dark in the darkness of the night room the gap to which we men so strive. I still tried to cuddle up to her, absorb it all. My fingers did not care for her nipples, digging into the flesh of my breasts, my elbows rested against her thighs, and the whole male essence of mine collapsed, sneaking into her body, feeling the moisture, warmth and passionate movement of someone else's body. It lasted just two moments. Two seconds. Two deep thrusts and ... me bravely. I burst like a ball. Loudly releasing the air and splashing saliva. I was shocked with an electric shock like never before in my life, neither before nor after. Shaken powerfully and tenaciously, reducing the muscles of the legs, abdomen, even the lips became rubber. And now I was not surprised by my own moans, waves pouring out of the hot tep. Knocked out, spilled out all the passion, all the sweat, all the seed. And, you will believe, she, a miracle of zealous, cut off from the side, that this is my first time. So much for cheap stuff.

I was illegal, justified, I do not remember how. Although he did not regret anything. And in general I did not feel anything except the high.

Some kind of new bliss. And the words talk about it - an empty number.

- And good! And nice! - she reassured me. - Let us lie down, quietly, yes? I was already tortured, ches-word?

Maybe it's a shame, like this to have sex. Maybe someone smarter. He will say: fi! and frowned in disgust. But I will honestly say: never again did I bang. And, not with my wife it will be said, not a single night I remember as vividly as that dark night in the old apartment of Vitka.By the way, he wandered somewhere until the next evening. I think I did not want to share vodka with her, with the woman that fate had given me. No, I do not idealize, I do not mean that. I'm talking about desire. If you yourself do not know what you want, then at least turn inside out, you will not see any sex. Sweat, torment and nothing more. If you're even with a supermodel in bed, but she has no passion ... then I'm sorry. Yes, it can ignite only by appearance, forms there, velvet skin. But if she doesn’t care what she holds, the body or the handle of the tram, then ...

I can say too much. But why are we, men, so greedy for other women? Before the skirts? To slut all? - Yes, because she, whore, slut, is not in the name of the essence, she is in bed not performing duties, not duty, unlike our faithful, respected and other ... No. She will be with me because she wants! Do you understand?

And not out of habit or there duties. She will not fall asleep, snoring peacefully, if nearby, pressing against her thigh, is filled with hot blood, my desire.

That is why I say that the rules of good tone, delicacy, decency - this, of course, is the conquest of civilization, but in sex they ... In sex they, say, do not always work.

And our decent high-moral matrons, contemptuously pursing their lips at the sight of painted slut, are deeply mistaken, unequivocally assessing their superiority. As they say, there is no weight category in sex.