“I caught a Woman Fish,” Dima thought, “only dead ...”

He crawled to the water and stretched his neck, trying to look into the face of the drowned woman. She seemed emotionally beautiful to him, and Dima began to puff with pity. Her head was lying on a log, her dark hair was disheveled, clinging to her cheeks, and the girl looked like a wet daw. The blue strap of the swimsuit slipped to the elbow, and the swimsuit itself was wrapped around the log like a liana.

Dima slowly climbed toward her, trying to figure out if the poor thing was breathing. The log swayed on the water, like a swing, and it was not clear damn ...

When he, wet and chilled, like a tsutsik, dragged her onto a coastal boulder, it seemed to him that he had failed with her for two hours, although in truth no more than five minutes had passed. Here, in the corner, the stream was noticeably weaker, although it still fell from its feet, and Dima was completely overwhelmed with stones and logs, after having bruised himself.

He did not understand who he was saving - a living girl or a corpse. Placing the body on the boulder, he stared at him, not knowing what to do. The words “artificial respiration”, “mouth-to-mouth” and so forth were worn in his head, but Dima gave BSD for free and did not understand how the girl would breathe carbonic crap, which he exhaled.

She was completely naked: the swimsuit stayed on the log, and the swimming trunks slid down and curled above the knees, exposing the most interesting things. Without knowing why, Dima pulled them off her and threw them on the other side of the Porcupine, where they disappeared forever in the frothy stream.

Her entire body was adorned with bruises and abrasions, and a few trickles of blood flowed over the wet skin in several places. Her breasts were small, teenage, touching to a pinch in the throat, and Dima jumped when he saw that they slowly rise and fall. "Pulse", he thought, "damn, I had to immediately feel the pulse ..."

Deciding, he took a full chest of air and dug into the girl’s cold lips, blowing everything he had into it.

It seemed to him that the air was going not so much to the girl as to the corners of his mouth, escaping from there nafig - but, however, on the fourth exhalation, the girl stirred and coughed.

Jumping away from her like a tiger, Dima saw eyes, gray and transparent, like from a dream. They looked at him.

“Lift up,” he began fussing, dazed with joy, and began to drag her up so that she sat down. A shabby picture from the Belarusian Railways suddenly appeared in his head: a faded shore, and on it was an orange-orange girl who had to be seated so that the lungs could begin to breathe properly.

The drowned woman obediently stood up, not taking her eyes off him, then coughed again, and so tightly that Dima slapped her on the back for a full minute, and the slaps were ringing like shots.

“My head hurts,” she told him when she coughed.

- It will, - said Dima. - The main thing is that you did not drown, do you understand?

- Yeah ... Who are you?

- I? My name is Dima.

- Dima? Do I know you?

- Of course, you know! I am your boyfriend, - suddenly said Dima.

He himself did not know why he said that.

Gray eyes looked at him trustfully.

- Yes?

- Uh! - said Dima, sensing something was wrong. - Do not you remember? And who are you? Do you remember who you are?

- I? - The girl wrinkled her forehead. - I do not remember. I do not remember! - she complained to Dima. - I do not remember anything ...

- Well, okay, okay, - Dima grabbed her shoulders, and she immediately slipped on his chest, - nothing, you remember everything, do not worry. You just have a strong shock.

- What is my name? The girl asked.

“I don't know,” Dima wanted to honestly say, but instead he suddenly said:

- Galya. You are my daw, Gallop.

- Gallop? Right?

“Exactly, exactly,” he said, growing cold, like an icicle.

- And ... what happened?

“You and I came here,” Dima said slowly, hugging her. - Rest, make love, and so on. You climbed into the water. I told you "do not", but you still climbed.And you were knocked down by the flow, and you hit a stone, and the whole one was torn off, and I pulled you out, and now ... Let's go home soon, eh? Come on Can you go?

- I do not know...

- Let me report you. The car is near. Come on Yeeehhh!

Dima picked it up and carried it on slippery boulders, risking breaking the bones for himself and his find. She was light, like a real little gal.

“Stunned at all?” He scolded himself. “They are certainly looking for her, her relatives are going crazy ... Take her to the hospital, to the police, announce the discovery, do not take sin against the soul ...”

"But this is not for long," he reassured himself. “I’ll just spend a little time with her.” And then I'll take you to the right place, and she will remember everything. ”

But conscience did not give rest, and right from the dacha highway Dima taxied out to the hospital.

“I climbed into the rapids, slipped, banged my head, turned off,” he told the ambulance attendant, repeating everything that Gale said. - Clothes in the water fell and sank, so excuse me ...

“Come what may,” he thought, “I will not say anything about amnesia. If Galya is on the wanted list, or if she says it herself, then it’s necessary. If not ... well, we'll see. "

Gale treated the wounds, and she quietly howled in pain, and Dima held her hand, feeling how she squeezed his finger, and stared at her pussy. There were no fractures, sprains or deep wounds; the doctor diagnosed a mild concussion and said that hospitalization was not necessary if Dima provided her with bed rest and complete rest for one and a half to two weeks.

“Bed rest”, Dima thought, “complete rest ...”

The devil tempted him. "Now she is only loafing about mentovka, nervous ... besides, the girl caught a cold, she sniffs like a nose ... And I have a bed, rest, I will take care of her like a nurse ..."

When asked by the doctor, Dima announced it to Aquarius Galina Ivanovna, born in 1994. Galino’s silence didn’t surprise anyone, the absence of a passport was also (“you understand,” Dima said, “he drove here straight from the river”) - and ...

After some twenty minutes, Galya, bandaged, spotted with iodine, slept in his bed.

She fell asleep while still in the car, and Dima carried her, wrapped in a bathrobe, like a mummy. Having laid her down, he looked at his naked body for a long time, frail, wounded, touching to tears, and bit his lips. Then he unzipped his pants.

"Not. You cannot do this, ”he told himself, bending over Galya. “I will jerk for a bit, and that's it,” he thought, skating on a swollen elda - and suddenly he put his lips on Galina’s hot skin (“the girl is warm ...”), licked, burned with salt - and licked again, and again and again .. .

Galya slept soundly, as in a swoon. Chilly up the goosebumps, Dima crouched down to her nipple, hot as a small ember, obchmokal him gently-gently, so that Galya did not wake up, and slowly spread her legs.

“I won’t do it,” he thought, “I’m just a little ... on top ...” Having opened a bud for her, he stuck his household in the pink flesh of her pussy. She was completely dry, and Dima sighed with relief, rejoicing that he wouldn’t have to do meanness, and began to just jerk off the aching dick, having stuck it with the petals of Galin bud ... but immediately he felt the moisture, the sticky moisture, which immediately became slippery and sweet , and brutally wanted inside, wanted to death, to pain in the eggs and in the whole body ...

Galya moved her hips, and Dima froze, not breathing, - but she did not wake up, and he stuck in her again, squelching with sap, which suddenly poured out of her, like from an incised birch. Galya smiled in surprise in a dream, and Dima, oshalev from her smile, rested the tip of the dick in the coveted hole.

"Just see if it comes in or not," he thought, pushing into her. Dick slid like clockwork. “Enough, let's go back!” He repeated to himself, plunging deeper, deeper, until he stuck it all the way, pubis to pubis, feeling the warmth of Galina's womb.

“God, what am I doing?”, He thought - and slowly, smoothly, carefully and carefully, fucked the sleeping Galya, slipping into her vagina, oiled, like a Kiev-style cutlet. "A scoundrel, a scoundrel ... God, how good," he moaned, dying from the painful slippery that wrapped around his dick. "Ahhhh ... Lord, well ... Read more →