Rachel now and then sobbed, staggering to the side, and finally burst into tears, once again hanging on Kordayke.

- Wait a minute! I haven't cleaned my pop yet ... Rachel!
- I am alive!!! She said through tears. - I'm here, I'm alive, I ... I see the sky again, I ...
- Live, and what else? - He muttered to her, sitting next to him.

He did not notice how he spoke to her in a voice — and if he, the fighter and foul language, had been told that he was gentle as a nanny, Kordydike would have been very surprised ...

- I already died !!! I died ... THERE ...
- Well, where did you die? Just stayed a little pig, and that's all - he smiled at her, hugging his slippery body.
“I died, and you resurrected me ... Mr. Kordyke, I will repay!” I am in the coffin of life ... I ... I can't tell you how grateful I am to you - but my father, Isaac Ebenetar ... * he will do for you ... He will give you everything! Mr. Kordyke! ...
- Well, well, what are you talking about? - muttered Kordajk, grimacing from awkwardness. - Ebenetar? Now it’s clear ... ** But I haven’t yet heard them drowning such gentle ... Rachel! Well listen, stop roaring! Take care of your strength: we still have a long road ahead.
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* Spanish Hebrew surname. - approx. auth.
** The Ku Klux Klan, an ultra-Nazi organization in the United States, was engaged in the extermination of blacks and Jews. - approx. auth.

- Where? - Rachel picked up.
“To begin with, at Sorrowbank, to the lake, where we will wash your tender legs, hair, and everything else ...”
- Not! I cant! I have to go to Larry! Larry does not know that with me, he ... He is crazy, probably! I need to hurry, hurry to Larry! ..
“I knew that I couldn't do without some Larry,” grumbled Kordyke. - What kind of Larry?
- Larry ... Lawrence Heviside. We ... I ... I love him, ”Rachel said softly and proudly.
“Fuuuuu! ...” Kordindike whistled again. “Heaviside?” Son of Ellia Heviside, the leader of the local pogromolovyh? Now everything is absolutely clear! Well, and you have managed, baby! Is there really no one else to clash with anyone ?!
- Larry and I love each other !!! We will run away from here, we will live together in a hut in the mountains, he said ... He will hunt, and I ...
“Well ...” Kordyke began, but stopped short on time, biting his tongue.

For a while he smiled grimly, looking straight ahead and stroking Rachel's body.

The proximity of her intimate corners, which could be touched as much as you like, poured into him pinching currents that imperceptibly accumulated in the eggs and in the penis swollen under the pants ... Turning his head, Kordyike looked at the sharp nipples of Rachel, who were very close, feet from his face. The dirt dried up on them and they were white with glazed nuts. On the thighs and pubic, he saw unstuck clods of dirt — and used this to touch her shell again. Rachel spread her legs, and Kordydayk, burning with long-forgotten excitement, crushed her shameful petals, as if peeling off the dirt from them. "It seems there is sticky and wet not only from dirt ... or I do not understand anything about it."

Rachel breathed more often, opening her lips, white from the mud peel ... The dirt dried on her face with white and blue stripes, highlighting her eyebrows, lips, nose and skin around her eyes against an ink-colored background. It turned out that her face was painted in black and white paint. This motley make-up looked funny and touching ...

Forgetting, Kordyke held his hand in the sticky shell. Rachel clung to him, and he stroked her, holding her between her legs. Between them, the intimacy, evident to both of them, rang again - and Rachel's quiet sobs were already very much like the "same" moan ...

Suddenly Kordyke felt such a wild excitement that he had darkened in the head.

He had never wanted a woman like that, never had his cock ripped his pants so violently ... With a squeezing force on Rachel, he suddenly let go of her and stood up:

- No, baby, Larry will have to wait! Nothing will happen to him, and to you too.Nothing you do in Faixville right now! What, again in the swamp wanted? Once executed - executed and the second ... Especially ... good you will be naked in your hometown! I don’t have to dress you up - dresses, you know, I don’t carry with me, there is only a rain cape. No, in love, my baby, you have to go with me to Sorrowbank. There you will wash yourself, you will have enough time, you will sleep off - and if necessary, your Larry will come to you. Did I work for nothing? Just pulled you from the other world - and you really have gathered back? ..

Rachel looked at Korddayk, stopping crying.

- Here's what: we have a snack. I have deer tongue, smoked, indian, not rotten yet. Wait a minute ...

Going beyond the slope, he unbuttoned his pants, emptied the bladder, pushed the urine out of the swollen household with difficulty, then folded his fingers into the little ring, slid them over the head of his penis, and growled, throwing out the burning tension.

White splashes flew six feet away - and Kordydike wheezed, imagining how he fucked Rachel's gentle, putting her in the giblets ...

- ... What are you funny! He shouted at her, returning with a bag of food. “Black spots, white spots ... You're like a pinto or a cow!”

Rachel stood up, examining herself. The spots of wet and dried mud alternated so strangely on it that it really looked like a funny black and white animal. Cordyke smiled at her so infectiously that Rachel smiled too:

- You are also stained! You are a white dog! She shouted, spinning around and looking behind her.
- Well, almost ... Let's have lunch, let's go. The sun is already setting. We'll do thirty miles today ...

When they had eaten, Kordyke pulled out a cape, shook Rachel at him, then called his horse.

“Well, baby, get on ...” He put Rachel down, looking down at the shell of the shell that opened to him when Rachel saddled his horse. There were thin petals, translucent pink through a white crust ... - Sit, and I am now. As I understand it, this garbage is specially made to send your brother to the next world? I'll leave with a little sharp little head ...

He took a hacksaw out of his bag, went to the gati, lay down on the boards and deftly sawed four pillars. Then he gently slid back, went back to the horse, climbed on him - and spurred, hugging Rachel with one hand:

- Well, baby - go ahead!

They jumped, gradually picking up speed.

Kordayke held the reins with one hand and held his companion with the other, hugging her across the chest. He thought about how he would spend two days with naked Rachel ...

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By nightfall, he hoped to get to the Cabes Blanca ranch, spending the night where he had spent the night more than once - in the old barn. “The girl is wearing a cape bed, we put a saddle under her head - and I don’t need anything except a sturdy door from coyotes and all kinds of trash ...”, he thought. Before dawn, they had to be back on the horse: by nine in the morning Kordydike was going to arrive at the Carrenhou Ranch, eat there, give him something to drink, feed the horse, wait out the heat, leave the afternoon - and be in Sorrowbanka.

He himself would have jumped during the day, but the presence of Rachel made their adjustments to their schedule.

First, he did not want to be admired too much. Secondly, Rachel had no habit of sunburn. Thirdly...

The cape, which there was nothing to fasten, didn’t want to be friends with Rachel, stubbornly knocking her off and winding on Kordayke. In less than an hour, Rachel rode naked, biting her lips in shame.

From the very moment of their departure, they didn’t say a word about her naked body, and from their conversations it seemed as if Rachel was dressed like a picture - but Kordayke understood everything perfectly ... What a naked girl can feel next to a man ... Read more →