I still recall with a shudder that trip to the sea last July. My aunt invited me to relax, swim in the sea, sunbathe and all that. I quickly collected the little things that were at hand and rushed towards the sun. As soon as I arrived the sun disappeared. For a long time, I thought forever. Every day the rain - no need to swim. I puffed, turned pale with anger, finally spat and angry and wet was on the train, sent in the direction of the house. The train went all night, and the next morning, waking up, I saw the real southern sun behind the window. For anger and resentment, I was ready to cry. By noon there was nothing to breathe in the car. The air smelled sharply of sweat. Dizzy. Suddenly my abdomen fell sharply ill. Monthly! This thought made me sick. After all, they should have come only next week! I sat numb, feeling the first drops of blood slowly flowing out absorbed into a narrow strip of panties. Opposite me is an elderly couple of good-natured fatties, a husband and wife.

They were breathing heavily, fanning themselves with newspapers and seemed not to pay any attention to me. Nearby sat not the old man, constantly stealthily following my movements. I frantically pondered the situation. I have no hygiene products. In a bag of clothes there are only two short skirts, five t-shirts, a swimsuit, a pair of panties and a bra. We need to think faster. The blood probably already leaked through my underpants and the stain on my snow-white skirt was provided to me. Besides, the seat probably got dirty. Red circles swam before my eyes. No, only the consciousness of losing is not enough. Need to pull yourself together. Damn reserved seat where they stare at you from all sides. I tried to calm myself down by telling myself that strangers are around and I will never see them again in my life. Need to get up. I took out a handkerchief and wiped my sweaty forehead. Then she quietly lifted her ass and quickly rubbed it under herself. The scarf, without looking, put it in the pocket of the skirt and stood up sharply. Severe pain in the pussy almost folded me in half. Tears sprang to my eyes. I felt sticky blood running down my thighs. The man behind me grunted something inarticulate. Spit. I pulled my bag from the top and covered it with my ass trotted to the toilet.

Figo there! Already before the entrance to the vestibule a decent queue had accumulated. Having found out who was the last one, I made my way through the crowd, went out into the smoker's room. In the dark gloom of cigarette smoke pushed about five people kuryak. Cursing nicotine, I tore open the door and found myself in the hitch compartment between the cars. Everything rumbled and shook. In the window, indifferent faces of smokers were visible. I lifted my skirt. Hell! All white cowards are red. Lacquer smeared in blood. I pulled off the blooded pants and threw them into the hole between the cars. Heck! Now, not only the thighs, but also the knees, calves and hands were in the blood. I whined softly. Having sent a slapped skirt after the shorts, I stood in a roaring flight in one T-shirt, splashed to the navel with my own blood and frantically rummaged in my bag. And of course! The door opened and a mustache uncle stepped towards me. He shook his eyes in astonishment. Yes, the spectacle was entertaining. Naked roaring girl as if after a brutal rape. What happened? - he stammered. Covering my pussy, I asked him to wait a minute outside. He turned his eyes relish and went out. I pulled the pants out of my bag and started stuffing them into the vagina. As luck would have it, I took the summer version of panties, which only cover the narrow gap and they just fell through my hole. I took them out and threw them out. Left last and swimsuit. I began to tear the shirt. I turned off the torn piece and rolled it carefully inside. From the vagina left hanging around three centimeters. I do not care, I pulled a bathing panties and a new skirt.You can go, but I'm all smudged! I again took out a piece of torn T-shirt and, spitting on it, tried to wipe off the blood. Figo! My hands fell. Why should I sit here until the end of the trip? A sudden thought lit up me.

I squatted on my haunches, let down my underpants, and putting up a rag, began to write carefully on it, trying not to wet the homemade tampon. Tight jet struck in a rag. I turned her around, trying to get her all wet. When the cloth was sufficiently soaked, I began to wipe my feet, hands, and just in case my face. Let me smell of urine, do not care, others do not smell better. I tried to look at myself in the twilight. Okay, nothing, come down. I opened the door and went out into the vestibule. The men conducted me with unequivocal grins. Finally, the toilet was released. I flew into it and pressed the washstand. There was no water. This is just some kind of devilish coincidence! Once again I checked my household under the skirt. It seems so far so good. I went to the conductor. The water ended - he categorically declared, and somehow strangely turned away his face. Probably I still overdid it with rubbing, I really smelled of urine. Having learned that the parking lot will be about two hours later I returned to my place. A guy met me nasty grin. I sat up, tightly clenched legs and tried to calm down. My stomach hurt badly, my pussy was burning with fire, I was pretty sick. I was choking on my own stench. Neighbors grumbled and squeezed their noses. Finally, the train stopped at some provincial station. Parking fifteen minutes! - announced the conductor. I flew a bullet out of the car. On a spattered platform, two rusted stalls sadly settled down. In addition to lemonade and chocolate, there was not a damn thing there. I was rushing. The train was surrounded by crowds of vendors with pies and other food. Having bought three large bottles of sweet warm drink and a couple of pies, I returned to the car. Having a quick snack, I wanted to go to the toilet to wash lemonade, but I remembered that the toilets at the stations were closed. I was beginning to feel very sleepy. I climbed onto the top shelf, covered myself with a sheet and put my hand in my underpants. Thank god it's dry. Just in case, I stuffed another T-shirt into my underpants and turned off in such a homemade diaper.

I woke up from acute cutting pain in the stomach. The stomach twisted, gasses outside asked. Pies! Here is a bitch, this is a curse! Barely restraining myself so that I would not crap myself, I looked down. Neighbors below peacefully read the newspaper. I quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed my bag and ran to the toilet. As always there was a queue. I strained all the abdominal muscles, shifted from foot to foot, well, not to explain - as half of the car I urgently need the queue because right now I can just crap! Besides, I’m not the only one who bought the pies. In front of me, a plump woman wrinkled her face painfully and held her stomach. Feeling that I could no longer restrain myself, I took a line and squeezed into the vestibule. Surprisingly, there was no one there. I squatted down and gritted my teeth trying to squeeze the anus with all my might. Useless. In my stomach, wildly boiling over, the anus, in spite of my will, opened up and a stream of disgusting-smelling warm slurry poured into my underpants. Tambour filled the stench. It’s good that the shirt was in shorts. I already slipped into a familiar hitch and began feverishly taking off and throwing into the hole all my tanned linen.

Throwing out the underpants, the T-shirt, the blood-soaked tampon and the skirt stained with feces, I again stayed in one T-shirt, only this time smeared with my own shit. I had the last panties, a skirt and three T-shirts. It was impossible to get flipped anymore, otherwise I would leave the train naked. I began to feverishly rinse with lemonade. The skin instantly became nasty sticky. But from me it began to smell like forest berries. I inserted a new tampon, pulled the panties and skirt. You can go out. Suddenly a new attack bent me in half. I barely managed to pull off the panties. The loud sound of the escaping gases shook the vestibule. Door opened.I did not notice how two men entered the smoking room. They heard the sound and opened the door to the hitch. Look, girl, shit, - said one to another. Absolutely fucked - said the other, continuing to look at me. ...