Buratina woke up early in the morning. The sun crept into the bedroom through a narrow window and now a tender cat licked the sleeping nose of the sleeping Piero. Heard the cheerful singing of birds. A girl with luxurious eyelashes for the night managed to twist so much that now she was head in Buratina's legs. Her knees, wrapped in thin arms, rested on her chin, the round ass looked tenderly and innocently, like juicy peaches in the window, and the rosette between her legs blossomed and smelled, and even the small droplets on her seemed like morning dew. Buratinka tightly squeezed their hips, admiring the delicate pink flower. Sweet languor spread through her wooden body, playing with a light feather with itchy nipples. She yawned protractively, rolling her eyes, and, licking a thin finger, with a sly smile, reached out to the wet flower of the sleeping girl. Unreal Malvina slipperyly took her finger with her vagina, without even flinching her eyelashes, and only more conveniently put her ass in a dream, responding to the circular movements of the wooden girl caressing her juicy gut. Buratina giggled, noticing that the little wretch snarled noisily and began to quietly whimper when she touched especially sensitive places. The second finger joined the first finger. The girl convulsively moved her back, irrigating the sheet with heavy drops of her juice. There was a puddle near Buratina, which, rolling its eyes, mercilessly twisted a pea of ​​its clitoris.

The long-nosed prankster threw her left leg wide to the side, so that the sticky lips opened easily. From the vagina of the sleeping girl, incomprehensible sparkles spread across the wooden body, and it seemed to Buratina that it, the body, was becoming softer. His chest swelled with heavy melons, the hillock of the clitoris became even more sensitive, and the sparkles all ran and ran, and when it began to seem that they all gathered in her long, sharp nose, incredible orgasm deprived Buratin of consciousness.

When she came to, the dolls were still asleep. All the same annoying sunbeam pestering Piero. He blinked harder, wrinkled his nose, but he couldn’t get rid of the bright mischievous. Buratina looked at her neighbor, whose vagina continued to shrink occasionally, telling of a sweet orgasm. Her thighs and her bottom glistened with abundant lubricant, and a large wet stain formed on the sheet. Buratina got out of bed with a neat cat, put on her light clothes, counted the money - there were as many gold coins as there were fingers on her hand - five, and, holding the gold in her fist, satisfied, she jumped home. Ah, if only she could see what dream this morning saw a girl with long eyelashes.

When a puppet theater booth and fluttering flags disappeared from her eyes, she saw two beggars wandering sadly along a dusty road: the fox Alice, and the blind cat Basilio.

It was not the cat that Buratin had met yesterday on the street, but the other was also Basilio and was also striped, only he walked on two legs, and looked like a short man, covered with gray feline hair, with a predatory whiskered head and a long tail. He walked a little behind Alice, whose round hemispheres imposingly rolled at each graceful step. A seductive scent emanated from her crotch, which greedily pulled Basilio’s nose, not taking her blind eyes from her gorgeous priests. Like the cat, Alice had a human figure. Her bright red hair was decorated with a white spot on a heavy elastic chest and flat tummy. Fluffy tail has now been raised up, so that the smell of the vagina crazy blind blind rag.Both of them had scanty clothes, only slightly covering their shameful places.

Buratina wanted to pass by, but the fox Alice told her sweetly:

- Hello, kind Buratina! Where are you in such a hurry?

- Home, to dad Carlo.

Fox sighed more sweetly:

“I don’t know if you will find poor Carlo alive, he’s very bad from hunger and cold ...”

- Have you seen it? - Buratina opened her fist and showed five gold.

Seeing the money, the fox involuntarily reached out for them with a hand-paw, and the cat suddenly opened its blind eyes wide, and they flashed at him like two green lanterns.

But Buratina did not notice this.

- Naughty, pretty Buratina, what will you do with this money?

- I will buy Pope Carlo a real hearth ... I will buy him a lot of food ... And I will help all people!

- Help, oh, oh! - said the fox Alice, shaking her head. - This help will not bring you to good ... Here I have been helping people all my life, I didn’t let their testicles burst from the strain, and - look - I walked in rags.

- To help! - Basilio's cat grumbled and snorted angrily at his mustache. - Through this damned help I lost my eye ...

An old crow was sitting on a dry branch by the road. Listened, listened and croaked:

- They lie, they lie! ..

Basilio the cat immediately jumped high, paw dropping a crow from a branch, tore out a half-tail for her, as soon as it flew away. And again he introduced himself as if he were blind.

- Clever, prudent Buratina, would you like your money to be ten times more?

- Of course I want! How is this done?

Alice and Basilio began to walk slowly around the girl, tickling her soft tails and lightly touching the prominent places. Buratina felt how her nipples became harder than the hardest oak, and between her legs it became so hot that thoughts in her head jumped briskly and randomly, as if fleeing from this fire. And between thoughts, like the breath of a cool wind, floated Alice’s lulling voice.

- Easy peasy. Go with us.

- Where?

- To the Land of Fools.

Alice's fragrance enveloped poor Buratinka, and she suddenly wanted to squeeze her thighs so tight that even her legs shook with impatience. The beggars stopped, and now the cat stroked her back and butt with its soft paws, and the fox pinched her hard nipples, which were even more swollen and defiantly protruding through a thin jacket. Alice hated men, too many saw them for the life of her soft mink. Women hated Alice, because they were driving their suitors and husbands crazy. So she suffered, that year, and tormented poor Basilio, whose eggs promised to explode, if not today, then tomorrow. Stupid Buratinka was too small and too naive, she did not know anything about the adventures of the redhead cheat, and now good-naturedly substituted her elastic breasts to her, from which Alice flowed even more, and the smell became simply unbearably sweet.

- No, I probably will go home now. - Gently said the girl.

“Please, we are not pulling you on the rope,” the fox cooed, “so much the worse for you.”

“So much the worse for you,” the cat purred, sweeping his fluffy paw through his excited lips.

“You're your own enemy,” the fox cooed, tightly clutching her young chest.

“You are your own enemy,” the cat purred, parting her priests in half and touching the anus holes with the rough, sticky tongue.

- And then your five gold would turn into a lot of money ...

Cat's tongue walked between its halves. Buratina opened her mouth with pleasure, rolling her eyes. The legs ceased to obey and, supported by two pairs of paws, she sank on the grass. Basilio turned her back and, bending the wooden legs at the knees, he fell down on the tender bud. His tongue, all covered with small protrusions, quickly rolled over the girl's crotch, plunging her into a state of ecstasy. Buratina has never experienced such a thrill. She wanted to laugh, cry, speak the languages ​​of all animals known to her and just scream with happiness. Already familiar sparks began to spread from the overexcited vagina.Slowly making their way to the extremities, they cramped the fingers of her legs, she clung to tufts of grass with her small palms, her nipples began to itch unbearably, and her nose, as it seemed to her, was heavy, and gained sensitivity that was unknown before.

Alice took off her leaky loincloth and, slightly bending her knees and squeezing her hips tightly, nervously twitching ...