No, in this case - with a female - it is better to be the second! Let another warms her up, conducts foreplay, pulls and sucks breasts, nipples bites, strokes clit with a finger ... And we will wait. There is no hurry - let them warm up, we will take it already warm! Already ready. Fucked. With a full vagina snotty sperm, with a languid, dazed gaze, with a hot body, with droplets of sweat on the upper lip - and, maybe, it is drool Borisovich? He loved, ending, sucking the lips of a woman, plunging her tongue into the depths, in sync with the member. And this time, sitting behind a bush, soaking up the spreading female legs and the thick, white ass between them, I heard this hoarse, sharp exhalation, which meant only one thing - a member of the rascal Borisych, tearing the unreliable barrier, went inside. Poor Rita screamed loudly, sobbed, and then:

- Oh, mommy! Oh ... ma-cheek-ka. Oh, ma-cheek.

The poor girl in this difficult time for her called for help mom. But my mother was far away and, probably, she never knew who had deprived her beautiful daughter of her virginity and when. Probably thought that - as expected - husband. After all, Rita married the same! I hope that it is for the guy whom she remembered, resisting the perpetrator. Borisych, as always, gradually dispersed. His back and danced between the spread legs of the newly-made woman. There were slaps. The belly is on the belly, the pubis on the pubis ... It means he pushed it completely. It always amazed me - where does my friend's Aldan go? After all, thirty centimeters! Well, maybe a little less. But after all, the woman's vagina is eight to twelve centimeters! So - where? Crush intestines, stretching the vaginal wall, bypassing the hard lump of the uterus, kneads inside? In the depths of the abdomen? Probably, if you look closely, the belly of a woman being rubbed by Borisych should evenly, to the beat of frictions, swell up and fall off ...

- Oh ... what are you-with-me-de-la-eat? What ... you ... with ... me ...

Borisych is developing a frantic pace. I know - will come soon. And I know, I see, as if a psychic, how the terrible head of an enormous penis is being poured, is poured with crimson blood, like crushing the uterus, pushing it far inwards, like spurts out the sperm, burning the untouched before the girl's vagina. Already not girlish ... I came close. I am sure that at this moment no one will see me, even if I bend over and look into their faces. Borisych with a deaf roar, twisting the mora, cums inside the woman, not caring about the consequences. Get pregnant - abortion: do not give birth to the same from the rapist! Abortion during the first pregnancy - the complications are guaranteed, up to infertility. A family without children is an empty life ... Shuddering with all his body, squeezing a poor woman to the ground, having crucified her body, spoiled by the rapist, on the grass, he repeatedly threw up the sexual nonsense and passion for violence that had accumulated in him. I again went for a bush. Now the bodies will fall apart, and they can see me. It is better to pretend that he lost them, and now, here, he found by chance. Stupid. However, the woman is now certainly not up to me. Borisych gets up, pulls on his pants, shakes off his knees, and immediately retreats to the bushes to ease. The jet gushes like a good gardener watering a far bed. Rita gets up, mechanically pulls on her panties, straightens her dress.

- BUT! There you are! And I rummage here in the dark ... - the voice sounds fake, and to hell with it.

I go up. Borisych shakes off his penis, causing the whole to shake, as if waving his third leg. Rita silently, quickly goes into the dark - where there should be a highway, where buses, taxis, where there are people, and not these two - the rapist and his friend, probably the same beast.

“Idiot,” I whisper, “you used to call her last name!” Declare!

Anxiety flashes in Borisych's muddy eyes.

- Fuck, right after all! Called!

- Catch up, go down - I teach stupid, - let her feel that even so you revenge - contempt! Ask for a meeting! Let him feel that you are humiliated, miserable. You, not her! Then maybe blow over!

- Exactly!

Turn down Borisych spit. To this he pays no attention. It does not affect his emotional sphere. If it is necessary, then it is necessary. He runs after the unfortunate Rita. I'm going slowly. I meet them already on the road. Rita silently, with bitter hurry, catches a taxi or private trader, anyway, just to leave, not to see, maybe try to forget ...

- Well, shall we meet again? - Borisych is trying to look pathetic and I must say, he succeeds in this very well.

The woman is silent. Don't look at him. Throws, almost under the wheels. Rather! Leave! Woe, an awareness will come later, at home. Then you can cry as much as you want into the pillow. Then, then. Leave Rather.

- Rita ... Well ... how? See you again

Complete disregard. What does nobody stop? That seems to be slowing down ... A woman runs up to the car. Red Lada, six. Something hastily says, sits down, without even looking at his tormentor. The car starts and takes the woman into the night. “M-yes ... You are a cleaver! Who is behind the tongue? He named the surname ... With such a mood, she can declare! ”Borisych suppressed silently. Then, groaning and having trampled senselessly, plaintively says:

- Maybe blow over?

- Maybe it will carry it ... First of all, she will blame herself - why did she go with strangers? Why did not fade in time, as a friend? Pray for her self-blame complex to work.

- Yeah, I pray ...

And we slouch, step to a stop. Late, of course, but maybe the last trolley will still go? Last, random ... I liked Okudzhava songs ...