In the summer I relax with friends. We go hiking or just “hanging around the city”. My parents often tried to persuade me to go with them, but since they travel exclusively to expensive resorts, to go with them means to doom myself for several weeks, or even months of impassable boredom.
Having a rest with friends I received from life everything that I needed: merry company, beer, grass, and, most importantly, girls. There were many representatives of the opposite sex in the company, but, unfortunately, these were either whores who had already been anchored to the last stage, which I mostly disdained, or those who belonged to specific members of our company. I, too, would have made myself a permanent girlfriend, but my tendency towards diversity and aggression did not allow me to do that. In general, all the nastiness because of this happened, periodically, I incited our male company, and these are five and six people of permanent composition, for a night hunt for girls. And, judging by the number of applicants, the tendency to diversity and aggression is inherent not only to me. That evening there were only four of us. We gathered in the empty basement, long inhabited by us for such cases. I went to Vova with the victim. Not far from that place was a park, and we did not hesitate to go there. Walking through the park, we did not find suitable candidates and were about to leave, because it’s already dark and hardly anyone will stay in this park for a long time. On the way, deciding to buy a beer. We turned to the stall, and here, a miracle, stood the one we had been looking for. It was a short, fighting-looking girl in a cap, jacket and wide pants, a handbag was hanging on her shoulder, and she was holding a leash in her hand, the other end of which ended with a German Shepherd dog of unseemly appearance. Without exchanging glances, we walked past, toward the nearest building.
It turned out she went to that park to walk the dog. The ferocity of the dog did not give in to doubt, apparently it was she who supported the girl’s courage. We slowly moved behind her, when she bought cigarettes and headed towards the park. In the park, she slowly walked along the paths, we sneaked after her. When we came close, the dog growled. And so, we came out of the bushes, and our eyes were presented with a formidable picture: a roaring dog and a shocker sparkling in the dark. Vovchik pulled a gas balonchik from one of the previous victims out of his pocket and, without particularly bothering, disarmed the dog and her excessively confident hostess. The girl bent, whimpering and trying to wipe the tart pepper mixture out of her eyes, the dog did the same. Vovchik went up to the dog, whining softly, and taking out a razor from his pocket, slashed the poor animal's throat.
The main advantage of hunters was that we could try the prey before we bring it to the basement. But Vova, for some reason, insisted on the opposite. When we returned to the feast, the girl had already ceased to resist. I actually did not understand why I was needed, carrying the girls Vovchik. And we went to the basement.
A shitty night after all, they took us then, there was an ambush in the basement. Thank God I have rich parents, and I went out on the fifth day of my time in the bullpen.
Since then, I have traveled to my resorts with my parents.
But my essence has not gone away, and I still proved myself.
That summer we went to Ukraine, to Evpatoria. I expressed my dissatisfaction in every possible way, and never went to sea with my parents, and they stopped pestering me. Since we didn’t stop at the sanatorium, but at some private VIP-hotel, the maid came every morning to clean up, but since I was sleeping at that time, no one entered my room. I woke up early that morning and immediately went into the shower. Returning, I found that the compassionate concierge was already vacuuming my room. It was a young dark girl in a classic, black maid dress, as I understand it. She was new, and judging by how hard and quickly she did the work, she tried to remove to my exit from the bathroom.
- And you were not taught to knock, I say.
- I will complain to your superiors, on the door is a clear sign "do not disturb".
“I’m finishing up, in a frightened voice, she babbled and rushed to make the bed.”
She stooped and began to straighten the blanket. I walked up from behind and shoved her from behind. She shrieked on the bed, and I crushed her with my body and began to pull up her skirt. She did not say a word, only unsuccessfully tried to overthrow me. I pulled her skirt up to my belt, and with one jerk of my leg pulled off her panties. She tried to stand out from under me, clutching at the edge of the bed, but I grabbed her hands and twisted them behind my back. Next to my chair lay my belongings, I quickly pulled the belt out of my pants and tightened it on my wrists, kicking the girl wildly. I squeezed my knee between her legs and spread them wide. Taking a pillow, I shoved her under her ass. I was already at the limit, grabbing her hair, I put my overstressed body to her anus, and with all his strength pressed it inside. It hurt enough for me, judging by the way my sacrifice howled, it was much more brilliant. But the pressure with which I pressed my piston was not in vain, that it broke and the member went dry inside. I made frictions all at an increasing rate, not paying attention to the pain (dry penetration). The maid no longer cried, but hissed with every thrust. I had been banging her for ages, by the time I had finished. The pain was mixed with an orgasm and that which was born in me at that moment cannot be described in words, I understood why I live - pain is life. I got down from her and went to the bath, having washed myself, I untied her hands and ordered me to change my blood-soaked pillow and other pastel bele. She somehow slipped out of bed and trying not to look me in the eye, very lame, went to work.
- And you better keep your mouth shut, if you want to stay at work, I told her.
In the best of spirits, I went to the sea.
So a new life began for me, another person would seem like a nightmare, but I was glad about it.