I lain somewhere for about an hour, and when I woke up, I wanted to drink. Having dressed and put myself in order, I went to the village. The day was nearing completion, and it was time to think about dinner and entertainment for the evening. To my surprise, I noticed that I had a powerful erection again and again a terrible desire. He immediately remembered the words of the grandmother that would be careful with mead. “Palna did not lie. Won the girl, I almost raped! Although she is also good. What for member touched? "- I thought, and then really seriously thought:" But why? "

She was at least 20 years old, obviously not a girl, maybe a boy is. Why did she have to pester me, and what's more? ... With such thoughts, I reached the village and, passing by the club, saw an announcement that there would be dances today. "DANCING". This sign is like from the Soviet past. From the 60s. Not "Disco" or "Paati", namely "Dancing". I decided that I found entertainment tonight. Besides, I really wanted to pick someone up and insert. I went into my room, had a light snack, changed into a more appropriate look for the evening, took with me a small hiking flask with the remnants of mead and headed in search of adventure.

I came a little late. The club was already playing music, people of all ages were dancing and chatting. At the entrance, no one asked me for a ticket, the guard did not stop. Only two guys looked at me suspiciously and began to whisper. I felt skin trouble. Accustomed to city life, to the fact that no one knows you, and no one cares about you, I did not immediately realize that I was a stranger. And when I caught sight of it, it still dawned on me that they would beat me now, and perhaps with their feet, he immediately remembered films about village life, where strangers at dances break their heads and stick knives into the liver. It became terrible and wanted not to fuck, and home. I decided not to tempt fate and return as soon as possible to the room given to me and finish drinking mead, but then I saw a girl standing at the wall. It was her. My curious. She also saw me and, taking advantage of the fact that she was closer to the exit than I, quickly slipped out into the street. I rushed after. Having run out of the club, I managed to notice a light silhouette moving away from me toward the farms.

I took only a few steps in that direction, as the very two guys blocked my way, that before that they had looked at me evilly in the club. "Who are you? Eh? "- one of them began to sort things out with me." Has our women arrived to squeeze? Their city whores, little? " - asked him a second. A conflict was brewing, to which several other people wanted to join, whose steps and voices I had already heard behind me. There are situations in life when, as Viktor Tsoi sang - “The strength of the hand is important!”, And I was not lucky to get into such a situation. “Fucking fucking fucking!” - I thought, and I immediately hit the healthiest of guys. I’ve hit fast and sharp. I trained him hard and long. “You’d better train one blow. A thousand times, then two, then ten. learn a thousand strokes! " - the trainer told me. And he was right. More than once it was just one blow that saved me from unnecessary trouble and problems. The guy falls. In the dark you can not see what happened. The second of the "local" did not even have time to understand what was with his friend, as he had already followed him. "Well, now the first reception of karate is exhausting the enemy by running!" - I give myself a command and run into the darkness. Behind myself I hear screams and threats. The crowd runs after me. I choose the path that I know even a little. I strive to reach the MLT There are a lot of buildings there and there is where to hide. I run very well. The guys have no chance to catch up with me. But they vehemently want revenge, so they won’t be left behind. We need to run and hide.

I climb into the window of one of the sheds. It smells of hay. Dark.But I was here yesterday and I know that there is a staircase to the upper tier, where you can easily bury hay and sleep until morning. I climb to the top. The ladder squeaks treacherously. The screams of my pursuers are already heard on the street. I begin to dig in the hay, when suddenly, my hand grabs something warm and obviously alive. I'm startled by surprise and almost fall. There is a girl squeak. Then silence. Neither I, nor my find, move or speak. The door of the barn someone pulls outside. “Where is this ... from ... I’ll find ... and ...!" - I don’t like obscene threats and promises at all. I clearly understand that if my find is now shouting, then I’m waiting, at best, ITAR The fact that my find is a female, I have no doubt. It is given out by the voice and the smell and tenderness of the skin on the leg. My neighbor is silent. I can hear her frequent and loud breathing, I feel her presence. The silence mode continues for about half an hour until the cries of my pursuers subside in the street. I put my hand in my pocket, take out my cell phone and turn it on flashlight mode.

Not that I was surprised, but I clearly did not expect to see my Curious beauty in front of me. "Hello!" - I say. The girl with the palm of my hand obscures the light of my flashlight: "Go out!" I turn it off. Darkness surrounds us again. "By the way, Maxim is my name. How are you?" - I begin the conversation, considering that the adventure continues. “Katya is me,” I hear the answer in the dark. “It's very nice to meet you!" - I say, emphasizing the word "nice". "Fuck you!" - the girl snaps: “I couldn’t find another place, where is the zashkeritsa?” I smile in the dark and answer: “Fate brought me here!” “Fuck you, you moron! Now I’m screaming, and our guys are banging your head! "- Katya tries to scare me. But I’m not afraid anymore. I’m sure she won’t do that." Why didn’t you shout before? - I'm starting my attack on the girl. She is silent in response. "Why did she stick to me on the river and pipisk my touch?" - I don't stop. In response, I hear the rustling of hay. Katya decided to just run away from me. "Well, no, I'm not letting you go!" - I decide and grab the girl by the ankle. She screams and tries to escape, but I quickly grab her by the hip and farther by the waist and pull her towards me. “Let go, you jerk!” Katya hisses and I am surprised that she doesn’t cry out loud.

"Not! I will not let go until you tell me who you are and why you are hiding from the guys, but strangers to uncles and naked people! "- I say, holding the girl tightly to me. She twitched for some time, tried to bite, and scratch, but realizing that it was useless, she calmed down, but she didn’t hurry to talk either. Then I started stroking her leg, running my hand closer and closer to her pussy. "You ohrenel or something? - Katya startled. “Tell me!” - as if the SS investigator, through torture, I demand. “Let go, then I will tell!” - Katya gives up, but I do not believe. In such darkness, it can easily fly away. “You start and if you don’t lie, then I will let go!” I reply. To start the conversation, I suggest she take a sip with me from the flask. She tries to refuse, but I demandingly squeeze her thigh. She squeaks and agrees. Katya herself is asking for supplements herself. Katya, subordinate to my threats and relaxed by mead honey, begins to tell me about herself. Her story was amazing and interesting, as in principle any other girl's life, but there was one zest in it that I hadn’t had before .

Part 4 Katya.

Katya was born in the village and lived here until she was 12 years old. And then her parents decided that it would be better and more useful for a girl to study in the city. They sent her to her aunt. Katya was very pleased with this event, because she loved her aunt very much, and with her parents there were conflicts based on teenage complexes and problems. But at school the class did not accept the girl immediately.“Derevyenya!" - classmates and classmates called around, but over time, realizing that Katya was a rather kind and good person, she became friends. claims and attempts to begin communication. In response, the most ...