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she screamed.
- We are pulling. Do you know who is pulling it? - I said, coming up to the gazebo, and could not stand it - I plopped down on the bench and began to fuck Vera, who grew a cunt in me. - Here you, here you!
- For what? - moaned Vera.
- For what you are. Aaaaayyyrrrr! ...
Eggs burst with a dazzling fountain, and I turned inside out - right into Vera, into her pink body, darkened at dusk. A warm tongue licked my eyes, nose and ears, and I wanted to cry from bliss, and I sobbed like a kid ...
- ... Now we will deal with women. Get up, think. Give me your good ... - Vera laid down on the bench, I attached myself to her and molded, licking my pussy from the inside as I had just licked my hot mouth. Vera whimpered, bent, laughed - and very quickly died out, writhing from spasms.
Taking a breath, she asked:
- A trickle will not?
- Where are you still? Navel not burst?
But she looked at me, and I put two fingers into her pussy - and drove Vera into cramps, and again made her yell like at birth, and leaked a new fountain of female juice out of her, tossing it upwards ...
She could not speak for a long time. Then she said:
- It was ... almost scary. I died. Or faint.
I wanted to answer something such, but instead stuck into her face and began to kiss everywhere.
I felt like a boy, like twenty years ago, and at the same time - a loving dad and a rapist. I smacked and licked Vera, who had become quiet after everything, whispered to her some kind of petting, stroked her wet body and howled from a lump in my throat, sharp as a knife.
***
The next morning Nero came to me:
- There is a talker.
I waited for him, but did not think that he would be so sassy.
- What kind of talker?
Impressively he entered, imitating the brothers, leaned on the doorjamb and said:
- I am like a man to a man. There is a suggestion. In short, I do not say fucking ancestors about you and Verka. It costs thirty pieces. Is going?
- Thirty pieces of what? - I ask.
- Nuu ... re, of course, fuck. And then you have the greens! I feel better in national currency. I fucking patriot, gee-gee! ...
- Patriot? - I say. - Come here, patriot. We agree.
It stands, padlo, in the door, does not go.
- Go-go, - I say. - Like a man to a man.
I quickly jump to it, throw it on my hand, break my fat back, plug my mouth and say:
“I also have a suggestion,” I say. - You are now crawling home, sitting there quieter than water below the grass, you don’t give a word to anyone, and I don’t tell ancestors about you and Vera. Not with Vera, please note, but with Vera. About your sculptural experiences, did you understand me or not, Phidias? And not only. At least once I matyukneshsya with me - immediately go to the ancestors and tell everything as it is. Available? Gone!
It would be about twenty years old - it would not be so disgusting. When the door slammed, I knocked him out like a shoemaker and went to Vera.
She still got sick. It broke both from temperature, and from the postinor, which I ordered her to drink. She lay in bed, disheveled and red, and looked at me plaintively.
I was with them for the first time and felt like Vronsky in Anna's house. We were not allowed to be alone, and only in the evening everyone got out to watch the "Cops".
Vera told me:
- Stepka saw everything. He blurts out the mamma with a folder, if I do not give him ... In short, you understand.
- So what? - I ask. - Will you?
- Yes, send you! ... Sorry, please, please! - she grabbed my hand. - I'll tell you everything myself. Tomorrow. And you need to leave. Do you understand? Right tomorrow. And better today.
“I don't understand,” I said, even though I understood everything.
- You all understand. The folder will kill you. And then there will be nothing, no future, nothing. Now go to the cashier, take a ticket, at least to NE, at least for that.
- Do not kill - I say. - I'll tell him myself.
- It will be even worse. He is jealous. Well, I know how better, well, what are you! ...
- And you? - I ask.- How so?
“And I am nothing,” says Vera. - I will say that we lost our heads, and then I drove you away. Like we had a fight. They will still feel sorry for you. They know that I am not a gift. Yesterday - it was so, you understand. You made me have sex, but I really wanted to get mad - so I had a laugh. I thought about everything at night, do not think. I even wrote poems, but I will not show you now. And show, if ...
- What if"?
- I thought about it. If I understand that everything was right, I will write to you. Or call if I decide. You leave me your body, okay? Only I will not give you my. I will not lose yours, do not be afraid. So it will be right. Even if it were not for Stepak, do you understand? ..
I understood.
Immediately from her I went to the cashier and bought a ticket. Say goodbye did not go. He sent her only a box of fruits and sweets for the last money. Well, as without knightly gestures! Let him eat and get fat, fucking, fucking in his mouth, pussy-eyed, I thought, looking at the dusty fields outside the car window ...
***
About a year has passed. I lived, worked, ate, drank, jerked off the pictures I had left for Vera and thought what she was like now. In social networks it was not: disguised, infection, from me. I was sure it was. And waited.
The funny thing I was waiting for. Waiting accelerated time, and autumn with winter and spring flew by like a day. And when an unknown number appeared on the mobile phone, I already knew that it was her.
I waited for her whenever new numbers called, but this time I knew, I knew for sure that it was her.
“Hello,” said a familiar voice on the phone. - This is Vera. From N-ska.
“Hi,” I said.
- How are you? - asked the voice.
- Fine.
We were silent.
- Do you ... tell me just honestly, okay? Do you have a girlfriend?
- Not.
- Not? And you are with no ... not this?
- Not. - I have never been so frozen in my chest. I did not even notice that she switched to you.
- Then urgently come. How can you quickly. Can you
- I do not know. Yes.
- And I have a surprise for you.
- Which one?
- You will see. Poems read to you. Those are the ones. And new too. Come over.
- Vera!..
- Come straight to us. Go to us at once, do not be afraid. All say goodbye, and then grandmother run out. Until!
This idiotic feeling when you talk on the phone, but you can’t say anything important ... Idiot, I buzzed to myself, - I hooked you to the back of the hood, and you lived like a zombie. And now I beckoned with my finger, and you threw everything, and now you are shaking in the ragged N-ck, you do not find a place for yourself with impatience, - I thought, looking at the colorful advertisements outside the window. Fuck, will I see her in three hours? HER? Faith, Faith, My Faith ...
When I ran, all in the soap, to her house, and began to pound on the door - no one opened. Is it really divorced, infection? ...
I grabbed the phone to call her - and saw an unread text message. Again an unknown number ...
Chilly for some reason, I opened and read:
- This is the mother of Faith. We have already left the hospital. Vera really wants you to be with her. Lunacharsky 9v, 1st floor, chamber No. 6 Call a taxi 666—13—13 ...
"Maternity hospital ?!"
A minute or more I stood like a pillar. Then he rushed over and dialed the number of the taxi without getting on the buttons.
Having called the car, I sat down on the ground and for a long time shoved the phone into my sleeve.
- Postinor did not work. - I said out loud. - Sell in pharmacies all bullshit, fuck.
And unbuttoned his collar.
Passersby looked at me with interest.
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That kind of you and not you. If someone else wrote, it would be excellent, as well. I do not even know
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Just not degradation))
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I agree ... as the other person wrote, trite, no intrigue unexpected ending
did not even finish reading.
I've been thinking what's wrong, almost everything is like that, but ... After all, that's what everyone writes like this ...
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Man, prus from each piece! Growing up! What about something more authentic? I want to read you and enjoy everything, style, plot, heroes, written out perfectly and precisely characteristic, even that little landscape that floats a little beyond the window of the train car of your talent. And I increasingly come to the conclusion that we have a famous author before us incognito.
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It seems to be written seriously, but mate? ... Yes, it is also frequent and meaningless ... You either intentionally do not want to write normally, or you don’t know how.
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But I am always ready to learn (write normally) :) Give me, plz, an example of a meaningful mat.
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Sex without a mat - money down the drain
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That is, you, Human, want to say that your work is devoid of meaning?
Sex with a mat - it's brains to the wind. By the way, do you know what a mat is?
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mate is the scribe to the king in chess. man has no brain. shit.
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The last word is a signature? :)
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No mat is a mattress for processing :)
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I know what a mat. This is a kind of vocabulary directly related to the sexual sphere. Therefore, I do not understand the essence of your claims to the author. Do you seriously believe that intercourse should be described like this: “and he introduced the penis into her vagina”?
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Viking, in this case, you are either a bad fool or a good mow. In any case, the education you have below the plinth.
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Gourmet, I suppose that in the case you have nothing to object? Log in at least to Wikipedia, even this resource seems to be able to reveal to you a lot of new things.
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Yes, I was right, you are definitely a jerk, because as far as I am concerned about the case, I don’t understand it. But do not worry, you are not alone, like you are many here.
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Dear sirs, trolls, more precisely, Mr. Troll (I am sure that aspirin, tsitramon, gourmet and other “guests” are one and the same person). Do not hesitate to troll: the abundance of comments attracts the reader. Not a single writer has such a wonderful (besides free) PR team :)
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However, you are a very confident person, even too much, it is not good. You forgot to mention Mr. Ukurk, Viking and Brokeback. And what man is not a troll? Wash, you are the most talented troll. Do you need PR? Do you need a reader ?? So you don’t have much of it ... So what kind of talent are you, a writer ???)
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“Mr. Ukurok” is wonderful :)
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What to say, thank you very much to the Author for all the works ... this is literature, and more than much of what is being printed now ... sometimes I just go to read something of high quality, without a second thought :)
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you are ironic in vain, read your previous two stories. shit
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That's right: the signature :)
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Fuck, this is fucking !!! Keep up the good work !!!
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Earlier, there was no comment on desire, but now I cannot be silent :)
Tell me, do you not wear a mustache ?: D
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I wear it. In the pocket. To instantly transform into a hussar, if that;)
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Lord Do not swear! It is written great :) Despite the mat :)
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Not in spite, but thanks to;)
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And, you know, yes, without a mat - that would be bad! Just SUPER written!
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I went on purpose to read the new story, I did not regret it. Thank.
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On health :)
And I was counting on the fact that they would regret the main character;) After all, the poor fellow.
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he himself does not mind ...))
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A-fuckin '(do not poke me with spelling, fuck me) Beautifully and powerfully ... the topic of lolita will always remain the most beautiful, despite morality and so forth. with a young girl, the tower blows down guaranteed)) The ending is just too simple for such a strong story ... a child ... life ... fucking beautiful fairy tale ... in vain ... in vain ... And so HIGHLY ARTISTICALLY! ... local Booker-your) I advise everyone to shut up, because it is not given to you to feel the beauty of animal and divine sex ..
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yes it is well written, and everything is in place. And the plot romance, and the outcome of the corresponding, and the mat exactly to convey the mood. Finally, the final “finished signature”)))))))))))))))))) Good luck, the author!
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I like this! just like it! and the youth I know sooooo good ... they are surely that way they talk. and sex with a mat - "Siamese twins")))) ATP for your work! and by the way, many people get married like this, on a fly))))))) but this is not important. cool written - this is important! WRITE, plz!))))
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funny :) life :)
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Tougher than your other creations, but this also attracts one of your best stories, but not the limit to the flight of your thoughts. Wider wings, fair wind !!!
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Let's wait for the typhoon;)
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just do not break the wings, it will be very sorry :)
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I have them from duralumin with a titanium coating.
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Hooked, like all your other works. And even the mat, although I do not really love him, is colorful and appropriate here. Bravo, write more! And it can be hard)
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just no words ... I'm soooo excited ...
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I, too :)
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I see that the discussion has ended, yet I did not resist! Like GG before Verochka charms! Vaughn Bogdanu how excitable, and there is from what !! the author suggested regretting the hero, while I, naive, envied the whole story to him. I think that some (goats), that is, heroes are lucky, and we are duck-hell! Such love is a gift of fate! Now about the children, domestic inconvenience and banal ending. Children are not commonplace, but the fruit of love. If an experienced man has no strength to take out and pour on the sand, in general, the finger of fate !! So who is sorry? The story is lovely! But discussion is SOMETHING! This is a separate poem !! From it I am dragged twice! How gracefully the author snapped his bull out with a flick of a finger ... or a cigarette butt - I’m all one, I'm not a smoker! And what clung to the mats? This is - the hero's emotions whip over the edge and fly into space !! He cools the body so much! Or who did not notice the cosmic heat of passion? As in the "Day of Fertilization" - crimson color !!! For both stories, BRAVO!
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The discussion is the poem, and the story is the preface :)
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Even against the rest of your magnificent stories, this one is just a pearl :)
Big success to you! :)
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