This story happened at the time of the dying Scoop. Then there were no mobile phones, no of your pagers, nor the Internet, nor even eroticspace.info.

In young women Elena Kapushta was hanging out with simple Soviet punks, who did not disdain to periodically fuck her in the bushes. Did I say "periodically"? Correct, but everyday intercourse in srakotan not wanted? Elena did not want either. But everything began in a rather trivial way, from an innocent, non-binding minetic for October. Elena took, so to speak, smoked sausage on trial. Soil, perekatyvala in the mouth and unexpectedly discovered an incredible craving for the male reproductive organ. It is this moment that can be safely considered the starting point in her sexual life. All the innocent mischief with a birch dildo does not count, because Elena was still a coward and did not dare deflate herself.

But everything flows, everything changes. Lenka-hole - so began to magnify her in the new company. The way to this gang of street rabble was difficult and thorny. The times were stagnant, and such individuals in the ossified Soviet society were treated with a certain amount of contempt and disgust. Elena is homeless outsiders attracted worse than a magnet. As soon as she envied a cute hoarse on the street, she immediately lost her voice and could not move, although she wanted to squeal and hug at that moment. The problem was the shyness of our heroine and the fear of upsetting her religious mother. Her mother’s voice sounded in her head: “Don't you dare bring any riffraff into the house, otherwise I will show you righteous anger”.

Elena was, let's say, not beautiful. Nose potato, fingers like wieners, lips so thin that they can be considered, and was not. Eels have not given rest since transitional age. Elena then still hoped that they would pass soon, but did not even notice how they turned into huge chirians by the age of forty. In order to impose at least some gloss, she had to use grandmother's tips and gouache (well, dick, the clerk wouldn’t have it then!) . I forbade her to lift the hem above the ankle, to leave open parts of the body. Well, her hair was specially made into a kind of cuckoo, so that Elena could not blink during an improvised sermon.

“October” was a gathering point in this provincial town, a cinema, around which all different young people hung out. Some in underpants alone, some in shorts over pants, like a textbook foreign superhero, and who, for one thing, what the mother gave birth to, walks. In general, stood out as they could. Elena could not find her niche among these motley guys. Entangled in their aspirations and desires. She understood only one thing: “I don’t understand houses under Latinos, but natas would persecute them under blacks. Well, she didn’t want to get involved with white zigzags, she had tahojik at her mother, and she was afraid to walk on the razor’s edge.

And so it happened that she nailed her to the punkers.
Elena Kapushta has long collected herself before approaching the crowd of assorted bastards (how else can you order the word "punx" to translate?)
- Do you happen to know how to extend the library card? - she issued.
- Sorry, old woman, in the shower is not tea. - was her answer.
“What old lady am I?” - was indignant Kapushta. - I am 23 years old!
- Condolences.
- So what's up with the reader's ticket? - She asked again bolder. - We will renew?
- I do not know. Go get Frederick ask. He is well read.
- Who? - Helen did not understand.
- At Frederick Spitz.
- Which syringe?
- Ugh, old! Get out on the lawn sitting with a newspaper.

Lying on the meadow, throwing his leg over his leg, a bearded toddler.In his hand he held a half-liter jar, which still had a couple of good sips of amber liquid.
- I apologize. - Elena blurted out. “But the lady needs help.”
- Help? - significantly grunted dwarf. - What is it all about. I'm trying to sleep here, by the way.
- Oh, forgive me generously, but I did not know that I would interfere. - voice Kapushta trembled.
- Nitschu read? - For no reason, the bearded man asked, drinking from a jar - And Castaneda?
- I ... this is ... um ... well ... only Prishvin.
- One Prishvin will not be fed! Kalobrod listening?
- Kalo ... what? Sorry, Lord, no, this is not heard. - Elena admitted honestly - Only Syabrov.

The dwarf looked at Elena attentively, got up with wrinkled grass, straightened up and weighed such a slap in the face that even Kapushte’s mother did not dare to imprison, being in the most fierce Orthodox fit. Poor Elena even shook her out of surprise.
- Why are you fighting something? - bulging eyes, she asked.
- you fool! - Spitz said haughtily. - But it is worth noting, pretty, if you squint.
Elena blushed. It is not known for certain why the paint flowed to the face: either from an unexpected compliment, or from snatched lyuley, but in any case, Elena's heart sang. Sang the song "You are alone - love" to the verses of Feta Afanasy Afanasyevich.

- I feel you are ready to communicate, but rather to intimacy intimacy. - without hesitation, Friedrich summed up.
- Chegos? - our heroine replied sternly.
“Take your cheek?”
- For the cheek? What do you need? - the 23-year-old girl, but not yet a woman, Kapushta, was not dumb. - Like hamster nuts or what?
- Cockerel on a stick. - specified the bearded dwarf, having screwed up a euphemism.
- Oh, the guy wants to treat a girl with candy! - Kapushta has not yet sucked what Frederick is prone to and, crushing his lip, ingeniously imagined ice cream. - I'm just for this alignment.
“So you’ll take the fang right now?” - Spitz could not believe his ears. - And you sleep?
- Well, if it fades, then the mucus.

The dwarf did not postpone the free-of-life blowjob looming right in front of his nose and, grabbing Elena by the sleeve of his blouse, dragged her away from human eyes.
- I'll show you one place right now, they make such naughty hot dogs there - you can rock!
- I love sour cream and more mustard! - dream Kapushta.
- And with horseradish you do not want? - burst out laughing bearded man.
- Only to poyadreny, to penetrate to tears. - Elena smiled, not suspecting that in some minute she would have to swallow the tonsils, giving herself a dwarf-sized penis.

Frederick fled, ridiculously legged, while Elena looked next to him like a graceful horse mare. Even pedestrians, accustomed to all sorts of freaks, were rolling with laughter at the sight of this couple. One grandfather even choked on ice at the sight of running.

Turning around the corner of the cinema "October" Friedrich imperiously ordered:
- Stretch your lips.
- Oooh, are they doing such huge things? - our durynda was genuinely amazed.
- Such that you tear your mouth. With hunting sausage will you?
- It’s not in my rules to refuse food, all the more so because of the smoked meat, my saliva flows in such a way!
- Then close your eyes and sit down on a stump.
- Excuse me, but here and there is no trace of hemp.
- In my smoking, I mean. - Frederick remarked proudly, sticking out a bristling cone under his pants.
- What do you have, I hesitate to ask? Is that what I just thought?
- That the most welcome treat. - continued bearded greasy bearded man. - It remains only to peel.
- Forgive me, but I am not allowed to do this wonderful upbringing and Orthodox faith with you.
- What? Also say that Mom forbids taking sweets from strangers! - began to lose patience Spitz. - What the hell then this whole circus with trained bears on bicycles?

- You misunderstood me. - began to repudiate our would-be heroine. - I'm really hungry.

- Suck on, come on !! - the dwarf did not listen any further and, having contrived, grabbed Elena by the hair, he began unceremoniously ...