“I came to fuck, and you are loading me philosophy here?”

(One client to one prostitute)

***

She had linen curls to the shoulder blades and a priest pad. And what, I wonder, eyes? Gray or blue, probably. Blue like ... like ...

But the priest disappeared into the crowd.

For a while the look was looking for her among other pop. Then...

Ltd! Blonde curls, fluffy, like a dandelion. Freckles, plump lips - and eyes. Big and radiant, like ... like ...

- Hey, man, what, deaf, or what? Pass on two, I say!

Pasha Malyutin turned away from the window and looked back at the guy who was shoving him in the shoulder, then he looked around the route public.

There were girls around. Girls, girls, girls. Young and not so beautiful and not so. Blondes, brunettes, brown-haired, blond, red and multi-colored.

Of course, not only they were there, but Pashin's gaze saw only girls — weary, retreating, battered by hustle and problems.

Eh ...

Squinting, Pasha yawned (well, why is the hunt going to sleep like that ?!), then he took out his cell phone and turned on the film to pass the time.

There was about some angel who had managed to fall in love with an earth knight. Angel begged his superiors, and he was turned into an ordinary girl, seemingly ugly and ridiculous (in fact, quite pretty, only in freckles and without a white dress). Fall in love, they say, in your knight, if you can. In exchange for eternal life, naturally.

If things go badly, they promised to send some artifact so that she could conjure something. And she still found this artifact, and still conjured - Pasha did not understand what it was, because the brains finally stuck together, and he did not see through to the end. He was only hooked tits actress who played the angel.

And the other girls there were also nothing — especially little black, whose lips were eight ...

Heck. It's time to stop this. Soon he will turn into a maniac. In the end, he has a beloved and not quite old wife.

Wife ... Goat ...

The bus finally got out of the traffic jam, and Pasha closed his eyes.

***

Actually, her name was Angelica. "Goat" turned out when Pasha first heard:

- lee-and-ik! ..

An unfamiliar girl ran out on the call, a redhead, sheared for a boy - Pasha thought so at first that it was a boy.

- Hello! - he said. - Your name is Lick? Why?

- Not a Face, but a Face. Angelica.

- Lika? ... And Lik more fun. Rabbit. Os Lick. Goat Lick.

- You yourself are a goat! - Lika told him and just in case hit him on the neck.

But then they both got used to the nickname, and it was somehow even embarrassing to call Lika her real name. It didn’t go at all to Kozlik, a jumpy, cocky, who played only with boys, and himself resembled a boy.

“I was named after my mother's beloved heroine,” said Kozlik. - She is all so out of her body, curly strongly, and her eyes are green, like mine. But I do not want to be like this - bye-bye, la-la, sousy-pusi! ..

It was in the fourth grade. Very soon, Pasha realized that there was no friend stronger than Kozlik. Not once or twice she stood up for Pasha, and the boys were afraid of her legs, with which she kicked like a real ungulate. The goat despised the dolls, never shy about anything, said only what she thought and cut her hair under the boy. Pasha was friends with her, as with any of the boys.

That was a long time, and Pasha did not notice when it became otherwise. Perhaps, then, when he suddenly realized that the Goat has tits and hips, and not just, but strong, bulging, like in adult chicks. Her coevals glittered with rags and make-up, and Kozlik, on the contrary, wrapped herself in a markedly masculine, coarse, and Pasha liked it, even though he also looked at others.

One day they were lying on her couch. They have always done this since childhood, when they still had two heads from the pot and were placed together on the folded half. In the sixth grade, they ceased to fit, but the sofa was so soft, and it was so fun to roll over each other on elastic pillows, and then talk about everything that the habit remained, even though the elbows “entered into armed conflict all the time”, as she said Goat ...

- Close your eyes! She suddenly ordered.

Pasha closed. He felt how Kozlik rose and did something, rustling his clothes, and never realized what it was, until he ...

“Yes,” came a hoarse voice.

Pasha opened his eyes and froze. The first thing he saw were tits, pink and real, as in Playboy.Then he saw a bend in his waist, flowing with a loach on his bare thigh and legs ...

- Well, how? Good for you?

Before Pasha was able to answer, she pulled out her boobs:

- On. Get acquainted.

Pasha did not have to ask for a long time. Not believing his happiness, he poked himself into this miracle and licked, sucked, peeled him like a puppy, with his impatient tongue burning with salt.

The goat silently puffed, then suddenly shoved him away, flung it on its back, bent down and tickled his lips with its lips. Easy, fearful, - and immediately jumped away, as if Pasha was hot, and she burned. But then she shoved herself again and tickled again, and also, and also, and crawled on his chest, butting her nose like a parrot ...

Pasha closed his eyes.

Soon her tongue was already in his mouth, and Pasha howled, feeling the velvet body clinging to him. Then Kozlik raised herself, unbuttoned his shirt, pulled off his pants with shorts and began to play his member. She turned all red - and cheeks, and ears, and boobs, and even her nose. She caressed the household for him until Pasha felt that he was all made up of one member, enormous, filled with animal power, and then lay down, spreading her legs, and Pasha another five minutes slobbering and touching her groin, not knowing how to handle it treasure, and then climbed onto the goat, pressed against her stomach, hot as a stove, and for a long time could not get into the hole until the goat itself felt for his penis and shoved where necessary ...

She was hurt, but she said, frowning:

- Do not be afraid. Understand with me as a man.

It was very in her spirit, and Pasha was ballad from her more than ever, and dealt with her like a man, and suddenly turned into a beast, feeling only a member and skin, and rejoiced at the hot flesh that stuck to him ...

Finishing in Kozlik was as pleasant as masturbation, as it was more pleasant to eat your favorite Pasha's meatballs than to smell them.

This thought was completely stupid, but Pasha shared it with Kozlik, because they were best friends, and he had not been afraid to look fool before her for a long time.

“Oh, you, gourmet,” Kozlik laughed and gave him a crack.

Pasha weighed back to her, and they were brought on the couch. The fuss quickly turned into sex take two.

“How do we ... call ... this?” - asked Pasha, with pleasure fucking his best friend. - You understand ... it's so important ... to choose ... the right discourse ...

Pasha was preparing to enter the philological department and was very responsible with words.

- What's the difference? - answered Kozlik, wincing in pain. - You defloriruet me, dream, have, fuck, fuck dick in pussy. Or a penis in the vagina. What's the difference? It is important not to talk, but to do it.

The goat prepared for the financier and therefore did not treat the words as responsibly as Pasha.

“I like to say" they made love, "Pasha sang.

- And I like to say “you fuck me in my pussy,” said Kozlik, even though she never cursed before Pasha.

Such was she. And Pasha baldel from her. She did not tell him about her feelings - but she so excited him, so licked from head to toe, rubbed at him so much that Pasha, whenever they fucked, howled from bliss like a puppy ...

One day she pushed him at seven in the morning:

- Pashutka! Pashutka! Well, stop sleep already, damn it! Are you a woodchuck or are you a man? Pash! Well Paaaaaash! ... Did not find out, right? Well, Pashutka, now you have to hang yourself.

Sleepy Pasha went cold.

He had just dreamed of a nightmare, endless and multi-storied, where the Kozlik either died, or disappeared forever, and nothing at all ...