across the platform, critically assessing men passing by. Her beauty and extraordinary tenderness soon attracted widespread attention. People, mostly men, rushed out to the platform, in order to at least glance at her. To some she smiled sweetly, to some she was coyly making eyes, and even to one she winked. He spun around on the spot with a top and rushed to the flower shop. He gave my lady a huge bunch of asters, hoping to get something more than a hint. But she indifferently took the flowers and said:

“Ram, give this boy a few francs.”

The "boy" flew away from us, as if stung. The platform was no longer young, but the brave station chief in a high uniform cap and prepared a baton to give the train departure. We caught up with him and my lady, smiling graciously, nodded her head. The old man stretched out like a soldier at a teaching, and putting a hand to his visor, he broke into a servile smile. Without taking his eyes off my king, he moved behind us, forgetting why he came out on the platform. I was amused by all this and at the same time a worm of jealousy stirred nerves. I tried to take her to the car, but it was not there. She gave me a piercing look and, with a powerful hand on the sideboard, said:

“Run and buy me some candy, just better.”

Remembering that the departure time of the train had already passed, I trotted to the buffet, fearing to be late. When I returned to her, I found her surrounded by several young people, chatting pleasantly with the station head. Coquettishly building old eyes, she told him in a mysterious half-whisper:

- I'm not joking with you. I really like you. All this green youth is fickle and windy. For them, a woman is a toy. But respectable people of your age are able to appreciate a woman and be loyal to her to the grave.

She suddenly smiled and, slyly narrowing her eyes, looked at the youth:

“Especially since the sepulcher is at your fingertips and you will not have to endure the torments of jealousy for long.”

All fisted from her joke. And the station manager, goggling eyes dazedly, made a miserable weeping smile on his face. Suddenly she noticed me, nodded everyone with her head, and, grabbing my arm, pulled me into the car. Already from the stairs she turned around and shouted to the station commander:

- Grandpa, send the train, I already got into the car, - only now the old ladies man came to himself and, clutching his head, rushed to the locomotive. Half a minute later we started off. The end of the apron with the dreary figure of the station commander swam past us and, seeing us, he kindly waved his hand and shook his finger.

We returned to our compartment. She ran off to the sofa and, jumping like a child, exclaimed:

- Oh, cranks, I cleverly played them! Well, show me what candy you bought?

I silently handed her a box of chocolates and sat down on my sofa, not knowing what to do. She was obviously not going to bestow caress on me, and this infuriated me, but I was afraid to touch her. She praised the candy, threw it on the table and grabbed a bottle of rum.

- Let's drink some more.

- Well, come on.

We quickly finished the rum and began to eat candy. I sat down with her again, trying to transfer the conversation to a topic of interest to me. Pulling the gold plaques of her bracelet, I asked if she wanted to sleep.

“Listen,” she replied, smiling drunkenly, “what do you want from me?”

- You!

“Crazy,” she answered calmly, looking intently into my eyes, “do people like me give up?” They must be taken! - she jumped up on the sofa and, leaning her back against the wall, said:

- With battle and blood!

I rushed to her, but she, like a cat, slipped out of my hands and jerked my legs and knocked me onto the sofa.

While falling, I severely bruised my shoulder against the corner of the table. Barely holding back a cry of pain, I sat down on the sofa. She stood at the door and followed me wildly.When the pain subsided a bit, I began to move toward her again. She was alert. And as soon as I tried to grab her, she pushed me with her knee into my stomach with all her strength and, pushing away from me, growled:

- U ... pathetic jackal ...

Hurt by this insult, I rushed at her with even more rage, not paying attention to the pain in my stomach. I managed to grab her by the waist. She rested her chin with both hands and pushed my head back so that the cervical vertebrae snapped. Intolerable pain pierced my whole body. But along with the pain grew my rage. I no longer remembered why we began to fuss. One thought took hold of me - revenge. I pressed her hands to me and squeezed her stomach with such force that she began to choke. She was visibly weak. I removed one hand from her body and, seizing the wrists of her both hands, pulled her from my head. She wriggled like a snake, trying to kick me, but since she was hanging in the air and had no support, her legs did not cause any harm to my legs. It was much harder to handle. She tried to wrest them from my hands. She managed to free one hand, and she dug into my face with sharp nails. Screaming from the pain, I threw it onto the sofa with a big swing, leaning over my whole body. it was only at this moment that I noticed that her improvised skirt flew off in our struggle, and she was half naked. It reminded me of the meaning of the struggle and tenfold my strength. I, with a fury worthy of a jaguar, began to crumple and bruise her, trying to bring the "King" to impotent despair and take possession of her body. She defended herself with unrelenting perseverance, not giving me a second respite. As soon as I managed to stick my knee between my legs to push them apart, she pulled one hand out from under my body and dug into my hair. With great difficulty, I managed to tear it from my head.

Finally, I was lucky enough to stick my hand between her legs. She squeezed her thighs with such force that I couldn’t move my fingers, but, with a squeeze, I still managed to stick my index finger into her slit, slightly moistened with hot mucus. She began to squirm to get off my finger. But the more she moved her hips, the deeper and more gluzhe he entered into it. She wheezed with rage, and maybe with pleasure. I was exultant and was already preparing to take the next step, when suddenly she, seizing a minute, strongly darted and slipped out from under me, slid to the floor. Leaping to her feet quickly, she quickly straightened her disheveled hair and torn blouse.

- Well, took? She asked sarcastically and sank down to the second sofa in exhaustion, covering her lower abdomen with her hand. I again rushed to her, but with the firm intention of beating her to a pulp. By chance, my eyes fell on the clock - it was 5 hours 21 minutes. It spurred me even more. I grabbed her by the collar of her blouse and with a force jerked her in different directions. With Trsk, the blouse was torn in two, exposing her wonderful tender chest, and the rush of my rage instantly vanished. I sat down opposite her and was dumbfounded, fascinated by her pure white body. She threw off the halves of her torn blouse and looked at me defiantly.

- Well, you can not ... Boy!

Dropping her shoes, she lay down on the sofa, her hands behind her head and staring at the ceiling. Taking advantage of the auspicious moment, I, like a tiger, rushed at her, and in a moment spread her legs, fell on her chest. She screamed and huddled under me, trying to free herself. But it was too late. Ignoring the hail of her blows to my head, I parted the lips of her flower with my fingers and thrust my dick into the corolla. She immediately went limp and put her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes closed, she began to breathe noisily and violently, barely moving her body. Gradually, she began to revive. The movements of her body grew stronger and wider. She popped the nipples of her breasts in my mouth and, whispering the words of love, tickled my fingers between the buttocks. We long and carefully reveled in the sweetness of copulation, ... Read more →