the lake, spoke to each other all kinds of amenities and kissed.

When in the morning he and his friends left the camp, Inga did not even go out to conduct him. Sitting in the back of the car, the Monk looked thoughtfully at the window of her house until he disappeared behind the trees.

* * *

The monk was sitting on the old, well-knit, stool at the equally good table. Opposite him sat Arkhip Egorovich, the old man, in spite of his eighty-nine, remained strong in body and mind. The pensioner lived in a house in the village alone, since he had buried his wife, Sophia, and refused to move to a large relative to the city for a stretch. Nikolai was very respectful of Arkhip's grandfather, since he actually replaced his father when the family moved from place to place and his parents were in search of work. In his youth, Arkhip was the one who is now called the “alpha male”, the type of men at the sight of which other men are alarming, and the pulse of women involuntarily increases; in the time of his youth, Yegorych, they were called simply the MAN.

- So grish, from that time more and did not see this flint? - Grandfather uttered, running his thumb over the jaw from ear to chin, which he did in moments of meditation.
- Aha - sighed Nikolai - what to do, grandfather?
- To pick up the snot, for a start - Arkhip Egorovich hit his fist on the table - ish, the nurses dismissed, “I couldn’t crush, I can’t live, she is special” tfu!
“So I'm ... this is serious ...” the student looked down.
- Yes, the generation was daring ... So, you will find it and ...
- So how can I find her! - Nikolai interrupted grandfather - I don’t even know her name!
- You, Kolka, I don’t disgrace the family here! I found my Sophia in the forty-third in the Carpathian region through three lines of the front! Although I had seen it once once before, and that was when I was delirious after a concussion in the medical battalion!
The story about how my grandfather found a wife for himself in their family knew everything. The monk liked to look at the front photos of his grandfather, where he is a handsome blue-eyed man under two meters tall, with very broad shoulders and an order of the “Martial Red Banner” on his chest, and next to him his grandmother is very young, small, with lively eyes and a magnificent oblique look. the frightened little sparrow clings to his grandfather.

- So you will find her and your brains right!
- I do not understand, did she lie about everything about the “meaninglessness of relationships”?
- Khe. What can you say? You see granddaughters, this is the current among men - said “love” means love, said “kill” means kill. And women they grit one, think another, they want the third. Sometimes these three are against each other. Grit "Go away!", Thinks, "Well, what a fool I am!", Wants to "Stay!". So your this whirlpool, someone offended her - a young thing, not settled, grabbed. Yes, and the men then went now, no worse than women with a tongue to wag and tears to pour much. So I invented myself all, so it means from such a fence off!
- Hmm ... and so how can I get her "brains right"?
- And how is Baba's crap treated? For braid and in bed! Yes, tear off so that three days could not sit! So much for the tale.
- Yes, of course, grandfather, you can! We are not even familiar!
- And you, Nikolka - tapped the Monk with a bent finger, smiling slyly - did you lose your little head or what? Do you think she just chose you like that?

The money that had to be paid to a private detective agency was not in vain. Nikolai read into the lines:
“So ... Crassa Darya Alexandrovna ... All the same, Dasha! ... year of birth ... place of residence ... born, studied ... dance school ... gymnastics section ... this is where this stretching comes from! ... yeah! ... student of a local university, third year, address, daily routine ... "
“Well, Daria Alexandrovna, as they say, wait for me and I will return, just wait very much,” thought Monk with a smirk.

Dasha sweetly stretched herself lying on her bed, a contented smile played on her lips. Today, she again dreamed of the guy from the camp at the lake.That night did not get out of her head, although after a hard break with Vitalik, which occurred a year ago, she had at least a dozen “vivid memories”, but for some reason Igor precisely dreamed of her almost every night. Several times she even wanted to find him, talk, but then angrily dismissed these thoughts, because they were at odds with her theory.

Today she had a second couple, so she allowed herself to lie a little. Then she got up, went to the shower, put herself in order. Standing in front of the mirror, Dasha critically examined herself, today she decided to tease the guys: put on a black skirt, two palms above the knee, and stockings with an interesting pattern on the elastic band, so that when walking the edge of the stockings was slightly exposed, forcing men to stick to her slender legs; the already toned figure was emphasized by shoes with a huge heel, Dasha knew that by the end of the day her legs would just fall off, but the attention of the male sex was worth it. “Igor would have liked it,” she thought with mild sadness, and immediately hastily dismissed this traitorous thought from herself.

Mentally checking everything is in place, she turned the key - clicked the tongue of the lock ... Then, someone suddenly opened the door and burst into the apartment! From surprise Dasha fell into a stupor for a couple of seconds. She immediately wrung her hands and pressed to the wall. The door slammed shut behind her. The second hand of the unknown closed the girl's mouth, so that she could only moan helplessly. It seemed from horror that her heart was now popping out of her chest.

Shaking with fear, she heard a painfully familiar voice above her ear:
- Well, hello, Inga ...
This voice made her beat twice as hard. She was angry at him and at herself. Igor's hand freed her mouth and began to wander through the body, unceremoniously pawing her chest and stroking her hips.
- Cattle! Scum! Let go, goat ... ah ... mmm ...
With these words, they both moved into the bedroom. Throwing the girl's body on the bed, the Monk began to tear off her clothes, until Dasha stayed in one shirt and stockings. Throwing off his jeans and a T-shirt, he leaned on not and dug into her lips with a long kiss. The girl did not reciprocate him and pounded on his broad back with her fists. Intoxicated by desire, Nikolai turned away from her
- If you do not want this, then say - "Leave Igor."
- Cattle! Goat! Maniac! Hate you!
- We assume that this means "yes."
The guy rushed at her again.

This sex was a little like an act of love, rather it was a struggle. Two tense young bodies intertwined with each other in a frantic fight: it is stronger and heavier than her, but it is more flexible and dexterous. Breathing through her clenched teeth, the girl violently resisted the rapist, her marigolds ripped the monk's back, his hands left bruises on her tummy, legs and chest. Having crushed under her and spreading her slender legs apart, with a victorious roar, he burst into Dasha’s bosom. To his deep surprise, she was just running out of juice. Inspired by the result, he began to tear her up with all possible rudeness - with the force of driving his rather big member on the very basis, so that the girl had to grab his shoulders so as not to jump up and down with every push. For some time she held on - defiantly turning away and holding her teeth together, but after three minutes the first noisy sigh broke from her lips. Fifteen minutes later, she was already moaning out loud and with all her might was waving her partner.

Overexcited, they did not last long. At first she finished, making a long moan and clutching at the Monk with her hands and feet, then he drove his unit as far as possible and filled her pussy with his seed. Wet, exhausted, they collapsed on the bed. Having got some breath, Dasha turned to him and began to smile gently and began to stroke his head; there was not a trace of her recent hatred and anger:
- Igorek - fools. - She giggled, she raised herself on her elbows and, bringing her face close to him, looked into the guy's eyes - Why did you do that?
- I did what I thought was necessary. Are you against
- Fools. - she smiled and blew in his face, forcing to close her eyes - Will you have some coffee?
With this proposal, she jumped off the bed, without being embarrassed at all about her nudity, which the torn shirt and stockings did not hide, went to the kitchen.

But the plans were not destined to come true. Her slender legs, along which sperm flowed, invitingly heaving chest, her eyes burning with desire ... The second act was right on the kitchen table. (Erotic stories) This time they were not so hasty, and with fiction used the interior of the kitchen, which, combined with the flexibility of Dasha and the ingenuity of the Monk, gave a satisfactory result for both. Having finished it in her mouth (Inga had not forgotten how to do blowjob) Nikolay offered to move to the shower. Where the third act nearly took place, the only thing that stopped them was the absolute absence of forces.

Dasha never went to pairs that day.

* * *
Four years later.

The monk (whom no one had already called that) sat at the drawing table and wrinkled his forehead over the project. Dasha crept up to him from behind, inaudible gait, like a cat, with only a short silk robe.
- Yeah got caught! She squeaked triumphantly, hugging her lover from behind.
- Oh, you bandit! Sasha wake up!
- He already sleeps without his hind legs, I shut him the door tightly. And in my bed it is cold and lonely! - offended her lips pursed his lips and whimpered like a little girl.
- And what, you have interesting suggestions? - said Nikolai with ostentatious surprise, full of hands wielding her hands under her robe.
Three years of life and the birth of a son did not stop their passions.
- Wait, - the Monk pulled away from her - well, answer me, gangster. How many are we already together? Where is the "oskinivanie"?
“Well — she turned the chair upside down with insanely erotic movement and saddled Nicholas — we will assume that I lied to you.” I'm a liar, a terrible liar. - Dasha accompanied her every phrase with a hot kiss - And I must be punished!