- Is your home? - Svetka nodded at the door, meaning, of course, the door of the neighbor, that is ours.

- Probably, I came ... - I did not know what to do, some apathy came over.

Sveta unexpectedly pressed her whole body to me, and I felt her breathing quickened.

“I was waiting for you yesterday,” she clung to my biceps and dragged me into the room.

For some reason, Svetka did not excite me. Here, there was absolutely no feelings for her. It is better to engage in masturbation - without the hassle and possible trouble. After all, if her vile husband finds out! ... I went to the window. Svetka, clinging to a turnip, has already managed to throw off her robe and deliberately touched my hollow breast with her defiantly sticking nipples. Then she knelt down and undid her pants with tenacious fingers. Probably, she felt that I had no desire for her, and maybe she was used to exciting a sluggish member of a drunken husband. Missing, I looked out the window. Grandmas sat on the bench, a thin blond girl from the fifth floor led to walk a huge, like a calf, mastiff. I wonder what will happen if he sees a cat? I imagined how a girl, clinging to a leash, was flying above the ground behind a racing dog. But I had to digress. Sveta knew her business well, and the heat wave began to rise slowly from the belly to the heart. Throwing back my head, I let out an involuntary moan, then automatically looked again at the window. Witek, unsteady walk to the entrance.

- Sveta! - my thoughts were swept away, like bees angry with a bear.

- Mmm?

- Sveta! Vitka is coming!

She looked up from my dick and looked with round eyes.

- Yes, it can not be! ... But he left to plump!

- Exactly - he! What to say to him? I came to you for salt? No, the salt was already ...

- Who had salt? - did not understand Sveta. She hastily put on a robe, not falling into the sleeves.

- It does not matter! ... So, so - I went for the matches! Not bad...

- You went to borrow fifty rubles per bottle! - Sveta was clearly more experienced in such matters.

- Well, okay ... on the bottle. So you give me fifty rubles?

- What for? - did not understand Sveta

- For authenticity! Come on soon.

- Yes, I do not have! This goat drank all!

I groaned. This is how scouts burn - on trifles! Fortunately, Svetka thought faster than me:

- You came to borrow, but I do not have! So what? Now you go to someone else! It's okay

- And to whom should I go?

- So it does not matter! - Svetka led me to the door and ominously whispered:

- You supposedly go! Allegedly.

I finally understood. Okay. Here, now Vitek will go, and I will say - I went in to draw a bubble, but you haven't! We'll have to go further. And everything will be fine. Now he, probably, has already risen ... There was no Vitka. Did not reach? Like, slammed the door to the neighbors.

- Maybe it was not Witek?

- Do you see something good? - Svetka looked suspiciously into my blind eyes.

- Well ... actually, not very ...

“I see,” she dropped to her knees again right in the hallway and deftly — even more dexterously than last time — pulled my cock out.

- Light! ... I went ... I ...

She could not answer, but it was clear that I would not be able to leave. Heck! A warm wave this time, overwhelmed me. And if, yet it was Vitek? And then it came to my clouded consciousness that the slammed door might have been ours, and that it was Vitek who was approaching the entrance, and that he did not go to his home, but to us. I looked around helplessly. Old shoes size forty-five have not gone away. Sveta selflessly sucked, with some even frenzy going to bring me to orgasm. Perhaps that was how she wanted to tie me tightly to herself — so skillful and passionate. Abort now this process was not possible. But he, Vitek, is now there, in our apartment! Lenka, of course, has already come back from work ... If she pulls him off - he will immediately come here and see the picture! If he does not come now, it means ... it means ... I got a little distracted, and the approaching was an orgasm, moved away to the back of the mind. He did not come.But, after all, I could be mistaken! He did not come to us. The door, in my opinion, knocked somehow deaf ... perhaps it went further along the corridor ... And yet, the most reasonable thing is to get out slowly and knock on our door! If he is there, he sticks again ... he will be ashamed - I will look with reproach, and he will be ashamed ... to him? Will be ashamed? Nonsense ... nonsense ... Svetka sucked in my swollen body like a police baton, a member that I could not resist and groaned loudly. Damn ... You need to keep yourself ... in the hands ... And he, Vitek, a beast and a nasty face, is now pawing my wife ... While I'm sucking here ... he is pawing ... well, maybe , even ... How much time has passed? What did he manage to do with my little Lenusechka? Did he rape her? Quite could! Such a scary ... I remembered how he had recently raped Svetka while I was sitting in the kitchen. Now, I am now ... doing a blowjob ... and her, my sweet, poor little wife ... whom she recently got ... is being raped again ... A picture suddenly appeared before my eyes: Vitek sprawled Lenka right on the floor , nasty puffs and climbs kissing, pouring over the fumes, and he hews and hollows - continuously, like a mechanism, and she, my Helen, is beating under him like ... like a fish on ice ... yes, just like that - like a fish. .. and he’s hammering everything ... and then she suddenly pulls out her tense legs, freezes for a moment and shouts like in the bathroom then ... or then ... at night ... she ends violently ... and its juice, pushed out by the contracting walls of the vagina, spurts into the groin of the rapist. Suddenly, with a cry I hadn’t expected from myself, I bent over from the sharp tension of the abdominal muscles and other muscles involved in the process of sperm ejection, automatically put my hand over my mouth and lowered everything into the very throat of abstinence. Joyful, with a radiant face, she rose from her knees and fell to my lips with her mouth hot and sticky with sperm. Feeling awful - on the verge of nausea - disgust, which, of course, can not be shown to women, I, as if anxiously, pulled away, looking at the door.

- It's time, it's time ... sorry, but suddenly he was still Vitek? We need to leave ... Then, somehow, I will come ... - I mumbled like Panikovsky, depicting a mad beggar, when I asked Koreiko for a million.

Sveta, looked at me hostly from head to toe, straightened her trousers, making it clear that now — indeed now — I owned her property, and graciously opened the door. The stairwell shrouded me in coolness, infused with cat and human urine. Not knowing why, I began to go down the stairs. Maybe I wanted to freshen up a bit, so as not to come home with a red mug? I do not know. Old women at the entrance looked at me with the eyes of the prosecutor. I do not remember how I got to the store. Buy vodka? Why - do we have two bottles in the fridge ?! Not uncorked, if ... If Witek ... I ran back. How could I?! What made me suddenly not to ring the door of my own apartment, but to go outside? I seemed to have given them more time! Them? Am I already talking about THEM? Not Lenochka is my wife, and Vitka the boar: I'm already talking about THEM ... Here is the entrance. Grandmothers want to make sure that I’m not a spy or a terrorist, and they dug their eyes ... The door of our apartment. I call, although somewhere in the depths of the pocket lies the key. Lenka opens the door. She is in a dressing gown, pinned on her chest for some reason. There is no one else in the apartment. I sit down on the stool and wipe the sweat. Yet I did not learn to run. Breathing must be protected, breathing ... and I drove like ... like ...

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