- May-September. Part 1: Thunderstorm
- May-September. Part 2: Dark Horse
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There is no going back. Take off your clothes.
- I cant...
- Undress!
Zhenka was not fat and not thin, without fat, with a tight, like a ball, strong and strong body - “a real Russian woman,” thought Koloskov, “only the future one, not yet hardened yet. Without maternity ... “Her breasts were so big and generous that, looking at them, it was thought not about sex, but about a squealing lump sucking milk. The fact that this girl was visible only through the face, by the tenderness of the skin and by some elusive girlish shame of the genitals - Koloskov could not have said what she was expressing, but he knew well that the genitalia of adult women look very different: appealing, as tempting as a treasure cave.
“Now you are black as night ... you are becoming more and more black, black eats up your body ... to absorb filth ... this is the blackest hour of your life ...” he said, painting over bare Zhenka. His howls were beating at the target: Eugene watched with horror as she gradually turned into a lacquered devil, and the whites of her eyes on the dried face looked away like the demons from Japanese manga. It was so terrible to blacken her, that Koloskov himself hesitated, smearing her skin, tender as a peach cut.
Twenty minutes later they went into the shower - a shaman and a busty black hell. Behind there were fingerprints, like in cartoons, - Eugene was painted all over, with soles, genitals and even anus.
Smearing enamel and walls, she climbed into the bath.
“Close your eyes, the offspring of darkness,” the shaman ordered, opening the water. "Damn, how she looks like a horse ... Young black horse with a silky mane ..."
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...“ Yeah, ”cried Eugene, as trickles flowed down her, initially cool, then warm and hot.
“In the name of the Mother of Water I purify you of darkness,” Koloskov recited, howling like a deacon. “Water, the mother of life, will wash you off and take it to the depths of the earth ... you will be clean as a mountain spring ... I clean, clean ... be clean, clean, clean ...” he kamlal and slid along Eugene soft soapy sponge, rubbing pink thawed in the black.
Gouache was washed off quickly, the benefit of Koloskov guessed to dissolve it with shampoo. The black-faced Eugene watched, fascinated, as the clear skin emerged from under the paint. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) She has long entered the role and howled like a real beast; it was not so much in lust as in horror, from which her body and nerves screamed, and in the mystic of “ritual”, in which she believed, in spite of all his humor.
“Iiiii!” She cried, like a little girl.
"God, what a beauty," thought Koloskov, washing off the top layer. - "Gentle, clean, young ..." He almost cried from emotion. A fresh scar, swollen with redness, was washed from the paint on the hand ...
“You are beautiful,” Koloskov told her, washing the gouache from the resilient priests. “You have a very beautiful body: breasts, shoulders and everything, everything,” he said, caressing her genitals through a sponge, and Zhenya howled in death with a mortal howl, already almost clear, pink, with an indelible border around the eyes and ears. “You are so glorious, tender ... You are a miracle,” he said, washing her like a child. “You are a miracle ... a miracle ...” he muttered, washing away the last traces of the “ritual” from her.
Zhenka looked at him with adorable dark eyes.
“Well, that's all ... You're clean now,” he said, recalling his role as a shaman. - All the dirt is gone with paint. Now you are like a newborn, Zhen.
- Can I wash you? She asked hoarsely.
“You can,” said Koloskov, before he thought about what to answer, “and after a second, he melted under the most gentle hands in the world, washing off the black stripes from him.”
“You are beautiful ... You are so ... so ... I love you,” Zhenka whispered to him. She ripped off his black cellophane, and Koloskov was left naked, just like she. Her hands slowly slid over his skin, stiff with embarrassment at every centimeter ...
“Zhen,” he took her by the shoulder.
- What?
- Let's go to.
Koloskov turned off the water, took a towel, quickly wiped Zhenka, pink as a real newborn, dried himself, and led her into the room.
They approached the bed solemnly, like priests.Zhenka lay down, not taking his burning gaze from him, Koloskov climbed after her.
“What are you going to do?” He thought. "Are you out of your mind?"
- So ancient weddings were made ... You are a girl, a bride, a symbol of purity ... Purity and beauty ... I love you too. - Koloskov bent down to her bud. - Spread the legs, Zhenya ...
He kissed her on the scarlet open doors, and Zhenya wept with desire and beat under him, turning her strong hips, and bent into an arc, and beat her legs on the bed, and roared in a thick woman's voice ... Koloskov tormented her with a bud and roared himself, waving herself splashing cock in the sheet.
- Yyyy ... - Eugene moaned, moving away from orgasm, - yyyeee ...
Spikelet stroked her and gently kissed her lips and nipples.
- Yyyy ... iiih! - she suddenly climbed on him, smiling in his mouth. Such a radiant smile Koloskov never seen before.
- I was just awesome ... Oh fucking ... I almost died ... I ... Oh, - she covered her mouth, - you will kill me for what I say ...
“I won't kill you,” said Koloskov, looking into her eyes. She threw her arms around him.
“How I love you ... I love, I love you ... and how I love you ...” she whispered, butting her nose. - Cool, cool, cool, cool ... Cool ... I love you ... I love you ... And when will you do this to me?
- Are you a girl?
- Yes ... So when?
- No, Zhen. Do not. It is not necessary.
- How not to?
- Do not. Zhen. “He raised her face by the chin,” Zhen. Understand. I love you very much, but ... there can be nothing between us. It does not happen. I'm a teacher, I'm twenty years older than you ...
Zhenya froze, answering nothing. Then she got up from him.
- Do not be offended, Zhenya ... I quickly get tired of you, you will fall in love with some guy, cheerful, young ... You're still a girl ...
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor.
- Forgive me. Okay? - Koloskov took her hand. There was a scar on his arm. - Zhen. Promise me never again ...
“I promise,” she said.
And she began to dress.
***
“I did the right thing. For the first time in this story, I did the right thing. Why do I feel like such an idiot? "- Koloskov thought, tossing and turning in his bed.
It was the third hour of the night, but he could not sleep. Having escorted Zhenya, sad and strict, he lounged around the microdistrict for an hour and a half and was as tired as hell, but he still couldn't sleep ...
Suddenly the mobile phone rang.
For a moment Koloskov froze. Then he got up.
He knew who was calling.
- Hi, Marrying.
- Alexey Palych, excuse me, please ... sorry ... - the barely audible voice babbled. - Excuse me...
“Did you call to wake me up and apologize?”
- No ... Alexey Palych, please ...
- What?
- Let's be together. Please, please, well, please! I want to be with you. I can't do that. I will not fall in love with anyone. I am true, I am only with you ... Zoyka and I have been friends since kindergarten ... And my parents are faithful, twenty years together ... Well, please, please! ..
She prayed him louder and louder at the cry. "Loyal parents will hear," Koloskov thought. He remembered the bestial eyes praying on the threshold - “don't drown me ...”
“Zhen,” he said. She fell silent. - Zhen.
And suddenly he said at all what he wanted:
- Zhen ... Oh well. Good, Zhen. I don't know what will come of it, but ... I love you too. Can you imagine? There you have it, Zhen ... Come on. Let's try.
The tube puffed and sobbed.
- Zhen. Only I have a condition. Even a few. I am a teacher, Zhen, I can set conditions ...
- What kind?
- First. You will study as well as before. Promise?
- Yes...
- The second. We will meet with you only after you read "The Catcher in the Rye" ...
- And I already read! Almost finished reading! I read the whole hospital ... So amazing, I just saw it all ...
Koloskov rolled his eyes.
- You mean - you liked it, right?
- I’m saying - it’s finally kapets! ... But will it end badly, Alexey Palych? He will die, right?
- So you and tell ...
- No, tell me, will he die?
- Okay. No, not die, everything will be fine. He just understands something.
- And this Phoebe - she's so cool! I was so sorry that she was his sister, it could be such a super love ...
- So they have and so superovaya love. To have such love, not necessarily fuck, Zhen. Love is physical and spiritual, perfect ...
- And I have for you both such and such, probably ... I really want to fuck with you, but I can endure what I need, you do not think ...I fell in love with you as soon as I saw it. I wandered through the parks, skipped the rest of my lessons, like a fool, I didn’t teach your story, I just wondered your story like poems ...
- Zhen, let's persuade: you read Dostoevsky's "White Nights" ... do you know such a book? Read - and I will do with you what you want. All-all-all. I promise you. Agreed? ..
They talked for forty minutes, until Eugene's account ran out. Koloskov called her back, and they talked as many more until Koloskov noticed that they both were confused.
For ten minutes or more they said goodbye, then Koloskov all-so hung up and lay down.
He had the feeling that a terrible burden had been removed from him, and he had become light-easy, like a sunbeam, and now he will fly away to a light country, made of air and rainbows ...
A minute later, he was fast asleep, smiling in his sleep.
***
After a day, Zhenya read White Nights, and Koloskov did everything he promised with her. The next task was “Olesya”, then - “Pan”, “Running on the Waves”, “Steppe Wolf” and many, many other books, and each of them had its own reward. After some time, reading and rewards have lost their strict sequence, becoming two separate and familiar processes.
A week later Koloskov got a job as a janitor in his own house and began to receive one and a half times more than at school. Two weeks later, he went home to Zhenka and talked to her parents until the night.
After a year and a half, Zhenya turned eighteen, and they had a wedding, which was attended by almost the entire class.
Two years later, Zhenya graduated from school. There were a bunch of threes and four fives in the certificate: in literature and in history, Russian and foreign.
Four years later, she said to Koloskov - “You see, I said that I was faithful, but you didn’t believe it,” and Koloskov had to admit that he was a short-sighted bore.
Five years later, Satrap Draonych, the principal, was dismissed from his post due to his relationship with the disgraced party “Strong Hand” (formerly “Freedom of Choice”).
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The story is beautiful as always, but honestly, I’m shocked how he couldn’t put the director in, or at least get him fired. It is just a crime on his part, a crime in front of his profession, in front of himself, in front of the children he raised.
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That would be from the realm of fantasy. The realities of life, alas, are not. Justice in relation to the school principal is unlikely to hire a talented lawyer, especially since it was not rape, but merely seducing minors and even more, given the fact that the principal did not force the student to have sex, but only took advantage of the situation.
Yes, and ... agree with Man.
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No, I kind of understand him “not a very adequate state,” all the more, how not to twist, and at the very stigma of a gun, and what a down there, beard downright. But this should not be done by the teacher and the person in general. After all, how many girls in these five years could suffer, and stay with a feeling of dirt and stickiness for life. All sympathy for the hero has passed; this is his ostentatious principle at the beginning of the story, this is not the principle of principle, but in seeing that real evil does not pass by.
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Oh, I also do not like heroes. What could be more boring than the ideal person? It's just that his initial principles, somehow do not fit in my mind with subsequent actions. In general, it would have been better not to have this episode with the director, somehow nasty after him. In this regard, I liked the first part more.
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If it were so easy (by performing the “ritual”) you can remove, forget the unpleasant moments of someone else’s connection, clear your dream in a young girl, if ... Formerly, what teacher knew her, before “communication with the director,” Zhenya would not be . What was, was either accept it or not ...
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Duc, before communicating with the director, he knew her only as Inferior, which is too much :) And she went to this connection for the sake of a teacher, so that he would not be fired. Not everything is so simple :)
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So did she finish school at 20?
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Mindfulness - the courtesy of readers;)
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Well, it is necessary to write more logical. This is the politeness of the writers.
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Again vomited. The stomach is weak for such stories. You are our pedofilushka, how are you typed and not afraid?
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And what, intestines - weak point of wisdom? ;)
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When a weak point of the intestine - then diarrhea, finds in rasploh. But when the mind, honor and conscience - then tears from such stories as yours. But you do not understand. Foolish you.
It is necessary to push pedophiles. Like you ...
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Crush diarrhea products ;)
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Well, another moralist sracher found !!!
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And print sadistic stories on the site in the relevant headings? In those “horror films”, after all, they are not punished for a criminal offense that is worse than “pedofelia” in your understanding ?!
The pedophile seduces the victim without experiencing any love, and here the story is different — the love between the teacher and the student that led to sex.
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In fact, according to recently defined criteria for information posted on the Internet, this story is creaking but passes.
Since I also have a child-teen theme, I have studied this question far and wide.
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According to the Criminal Code, the relationship between a minor and a child under 16 years of age is recognized as pedophilia. Judging by the fact that his wife turned 18 in 18 months, she already has one. No pedophilia, comrades) I can’t say anything about the possibility of publishing such a story.
And I liked my first comment in six years of reading))
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In the Criminal Code there is no such thing as “pedophilia”. This is a medical term. Do not forget that there is such a thing as “age of sexual consent” - this is the time. In Russia, it is 16 years old. And "the age of puberty." The fact that our lawmakers can not yet determine. This is so - a loophole for pedophiles.
On the Internet, the relationship between an adult and a minor is allowed if they are part of hood. works and are necessary in plot.
So, in this case in the story nothing contradicts the Criminal Code.
Why I myself said “with a squeak”, because although they are allowed, but WITHOUT justifying an adult’s feelings towards a minor. And here, as if everything is creaking.
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Lord comrades, a girl is 16 years old. The conflict is included in the rules of the site easily, like the ball of Eeyore in his own pot :)
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Adult *
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So, the author, it is strange to me that you write this here (I still perceive this place as a platform for the stories “to masturbate”), and I am pleasantly surprised by this. For it is written very cool. I mean - the style is good, well-coordinated, not torn (although the last page was missed, I don’t have time).
True, it seems to me that he would be better to be a teacher of literature.
In short, you are cool, author.
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Frankly, this story is not very me. Tightened, as reflected in the estimates.
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Join now.
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May-September. About May is clear. And September, how can you imagine: 35-45, or in a different way?
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Well, yes, something like this. Hurry up to forty :)
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That's right, not everything is so simple ... Life is much more complicated :))
Something dries up your source of inspiration, but sorry ...
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Michel is probably the way a person is. One of the hardest for him is the burden of disappointment from deceived expectations and unfulfilled hopes.
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In the story almost never porn. He is clearly for the new site category "not porn."
The story is gorgeous and vital.
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As always, just read out))
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You write very beautiful stories, from which I again begin to want to live ... I am sorry that in the comments there are so many dumb critics. First of all, I feel sorry for them, because the pleasure that I myself get by reading you is not available to them.
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