A chicken with fluff instead of tail and with merry eyes came out of the broken shell.
- Goodbye! Mama Kura has been waiting for me in the yard for a long time.
And the chicken jumped out of the window, - just saw him.
“Oh, oh,” Buratina shouted, “just not now! ..”
Her click was still unsatisfied.

The day finally ended. The room was twilight. Buratina was sitting near a painted fire and slowly scratching an itchy hole. She saw - from under the stairs, from under the floor, a thick sausage appeared. Behind her, a gray animal on low paws sniffed out and snuffed out. The thick sausage that appeared first was sticking out between its hind legs and dragged behind it, leaving a slippery mark on the floor. Pinocchio seemed ridiculous that the creature did not notice how such a hefty thing stuck to it, and now awkwardly flutters to the beat of heavy steps. Slowly, it went to the basket of shavings, climbed in there, sniffing and fumbling, rustling with shavings angrily. It must have been looking for the egg that broke Buratin. Then it came out of the basket and approached Pinocchio. Smell it, twisting a black nose with four long hairs on each side. She did not smell edible from Buratina, - it went by, pulling a long fat process behind it.

Well, as it was not grab for such a juicy pink sausage! Buratina now grabbed. It turned out to be the old evil Shushar rat (he was angry because his huge cock broke the slits of all the rat females of his sublingual world, and the length of short legs was not enough to relieve the tension on his own. After many years of torment, his cock swelled even more, and now always dragged behind him, leaving a sticky wake). With a fright, he, like a shadow, rushed under the stairs, dragging Buratin, but saw that it was just a wooden girl, - he turned around and attacked with a furious malice to gnaw at her throat.

Now Buratina was frightened, let go of the hot slippery sausage and jumped onto a chair. The rat is behind her. She jumped from her chair to the windowsill. The rat is behind her. From the window sill, she flew across the cell to the table. The rat is behind her ... And then, on the table, she grabbed Buratina by the throat, pushed her down, holding her in her teeth, and threw her on the floor.

Poor Buratina sprawled like a lifeless one, not daring to even breathe. Her hands scattered to the sides, and her ass sticking up, as if showing that she was not afraid of anyone. Although, of course, it was not. Shushara slowly walked around, feeling the smell of wet Pinocchio's slits. The girl saw his sausage become firm and blue wreaths appeared on it. The rat disappeared somewhere behind his back, and there was silence. Buratina already wanted to try to get up, as soon as the heavy paws nailed her back to the floor. Something huge burst into the wet hole. It furiously poked, ramming sponges, but could not get inside. Buratina broke off from such a rough massage of her sensual hole and flowed even more, lubricating the end of a large object.

She has already turned her small butt in all directions, not paying attention to the violent growl from above. The powerful head of her mouth, rubbed her clit, and when the flaps opened under pressure, Buratina was not ready for this at all. From the unbearable pain of the wooden eyes tears streamed in streams.
- Please wait a minute !! - loudly shouted Buratina.
Shushara did not listen to her. He finally got to the juicy hole, and now was not going to release the long-awaited prey. A hefty elda dived into the stretched to the limit of the vagina, extracting loud smacking sounds that sometimes drowned out the squeal of Buratina.The old rat felt that soon, at last, he could pour out the seed that had accumulated over the years, and, firmly clutching his teeth in the girl’s shoulder, began to move quickly.
- Oh oh oh! - Ishratno squealed Buratina, - Boooooooooolno! Paaaapaa Kaaaaarloo!
- I'm here! - answered a loud voice.
The door swung open, Pope Carlo entered. He dragged a wooden shoe from his foot and launched it into the rat. Shushara, firing a wooden girl, barely pulled out his cudgel, still twitching, and never had time to pour out the fountain of rat sperm. He gritted his teeth and disappeared.

- That's what brings pampering! - Dad grumbled Carlo, picking Buratin from the floor. I looked, if she had everything intact. Long looked at the obscene extended vagina, covered with mucus rat member. From this spectacle his eggs were filled with a pleasant weight. He put her on his knees, took out a member of his trousers and, with a blunt gesture, inserted it deeply, feeling the contracting walls tightening around the old shishak.

Buratina looked at him with her eyes clouded with lust.
- Tell me, daddy Carlo, what is this wonderful finger that fills me now. And why he does not grow on the hand? And why is it thicker than those on the hand? And why..
“Why, why ...” Carlo mocked her and began to slowly rock her, massaging his dick with a soft crotch doll. - Yes, because it is not a finger, but a member, bolt, dick, but how can you not call it.
Buratinka closed her eyes and smiled blissfully. Now she knew what a member. And the words of Cricket, about many members, caused a pleasant pulling feeling at the bottom of the tummy.

Carlo tossed a moaning wooden girl on his hips and moaned dully himself. Buratina, provoked by testicles and fantasies about her future, began to end violently, causing her crack to shrink and gently suck Carlo's dick. The old organ-grinder could not bear it for long and, shouting briefly, pressed her closer to himself to fill every corner of the greedy cave with his discharge.

Carlo was lying on the couch, not bothering to wear pants. His hands were thrown back over his head, and on the side, a playful cat, fingered Buratina
- I will be clever, prudent, dad Carlo ... Talking Cricket told me to go to school.
- Nicely invented, baby ...
“Papa Carlo, but I'm a naked, wooden one,” the boys at school will insert their fingers and thick dicks into me.
“Ege,” Carlo said, and scratched his pubis. - You're right, baby!
He lit a lamp, took scissors, glue, and scraps of colored paper. Cut and glued a brown paper jacket and a bright green skirt. He made shoes from an old bootleg and a hat - a cap with a tassel - from an old sock. All this put on Buratin:
- Wear it in good health!
“Papa Carlo,” said Buratina, “and how am I going to school without an alphabet?”
- Hey, you're right, baby ...
Papa Carlo scratched his ass. He threw over his shoulders his only old jacket and went outside. He returned after midnight, all in the same jacket. In his hand he held a book with large letters and entertaining pictures.
- Here's your alphabet. Learn to health.
- Papa Carlo, where did you get her?
Carlo was heavily silent. It is not easy he got this alphabet. Indeed, that night, Giuseppe finally spent his half-year savings. Buratina put her nose in the good hands of Papa Carlo, who smelled strangely.
- I will learn, grow up, and always and always will be just yours ...
Buratina with all her strength wanted to live on this first evening in her life without self-indulgence, as Talking Cricket taught her.

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