A month ago, Marinka and I discussed all our omissions. We decided to be together, wait for our child. I rented my apartment and moved to the girl. The only condition I was exposed to - the absence of alcohol in my diet, except for large holidays, but in small quantities. I was not against it, in the end, too, began to believe that the damn green serpent was to blame for everything, but it’s not me. Now we were in the car and rushed to Marinka's parents to announce our desire to become lawful husband and wife. It was in principle not far to go, but I had to spend a couple of hours on the road. When the village remained about 15 minutes drive, I asked Marina:

- Do you have a wooden small house?

- Yes, a couple of rooms and a kitchen, but what's the question?

“We will stay in the village for three whole days, and we will not even be able to have sex,” I stated sadly.

- You will endure, you are my insatiable, - Marinka snapped and smiled.

- Well, Marin, well, maybe before abstaining even in your mouth in a quick way? - I began to moan, because for three days without sex were really torture for me, while my bride easily endured this burden. Different temperaments, what to do.

- Yeah, right now. You went to the toilet on the way, and I would pull it in my mouth, well, no.

“Marin, I’ll rinse him with mineral water now, do not let the young organism die,” I began to beg.

Surprisingly, the girl agreed, we slowed down on the side of the highway, I got out of the car and started pouring water on my genital organ from a bottle, trying to eliminate odors and tastes. Marinka turned on the radio and old hits poured from the speakers. It seems to be something from the eighties. I returned to the car, threw back the passenger seat, got comfortable and started to wait.

“Look, king, I found a pancake, even if he unbuckled his pants and took it off,” grumbled Marinka, but she unbuckled my belt, button and zipper on jeans and pulled them to my knees. Slightly squeamishly sniffed the head, pushed back the skin and gently licked the head. Apparently the result satisfied my girl, because she pulled the head into her mouth and began to rotate the tongue around the bridle. With one hand she gently hurt the testicles, and the second straightened her hair that was constantly falling. On the radio at this time, the song played by Agutin played "Hold the driver tighter for the wheel." I closed my eyes and surrendered to pleasure. Marinka had little experience with blowjob, but she sucked, squeezed, betrayed the eight with her tongue. Pretty soon, I began to approach the logical conclusion. But Marinka never allowed to cum in her mouth, disdained. Therefore, I whispered to her:

- Now, I'm already now ..

However, if usually the girl pulled a member out of her mouth and dodavat it with her hand in her palm, chest or on my stomach, now it seemed to me that she planted her mouth more furiously and vibrated her tongue more strongly. Unable to hold back any longer, I began to throw out the accumulated liquid. And Marinka swallowed. I don’t know if there was a lot of something out of me, but not a bit past the girl’s mouth spilled. And she herself sucked all dry, and even a little for the second time did not put my fighter. Agutin sang the line “I want a chauffeur to be lucky” and then apparently something jammed began echoing echoing “evil-evil-evil-evil-evil”. However, literally after a couple of seconds, the DJ intervened, apologized for the technical problems and put on another song.

- Why didn't you spit it out? - I asked Marinka.

“I don’t know, for some reason I suddenly really wanted to taste your seed.” I thought that now a small body is growing out of it and it would be interesting to know what it is, - Marinka turned her head to me, as always she blushed and looked away, started the car and we started off.

Before the village, we no longer talk. Everyone was thinking about his. I do not know what Marinka is about, but I thought about logic.Why, when I tried to persuade her to take this step for a month, she rested like that donkey, and then in the middle of the track with cars passing by, she suddenly became interested in the taste of sperm. There was no answer.

We arrived without incident. They greeted Marinkin's parents, showered themselves in the bathhouse and sat down at the table. There was a lot of people, godfathers, friends, acquaintances, everyone came to see my matchmaking, and to drink for free. I kept my promise and almost did not drink. Soon it became boring to sit with a bunch of drunk people, decided to go outside, get some fresh air, and see the village at the same time. Marinke informed about his plans and left the house. Some of the drunken guests already began to disperse, but the majority still consumed vinaigrette and moonshine, showing good health.

When I was walking down the street, for some reason, irritation rolled over me. Strange, I could not explain to myself his reasons. What did not drink? Yes, and not much wanted. Sex? It seems after the blowjob in the car is not so much a desire to come. Maybe a bunch of guests who do not care about us, who came to eat and drink, maybe they annoyed me? I did not find any other explanations for myself.

Suddenly there was a romp in the bushes on the right. I slowed down, listened and moved closer. Distinguished three voices two male and one female. The Trinity stood under a tree and in the twilight it was not clear what they were talking about and what they were doing. He came closer and sat in the bushes. It turned out that this is one of the departed guests. Two men are pawing their companion, making awkward compliments to her, and she giggles and reluctantly fights. Already literally a minute later, the lady stood on all fours and licked a member of one of the men, and the second one fell in behind her at that time. The movements were poorly coordinated, sluggish male organs now and then dropped out of the mouth and causal feminine space. In this case, the whole clearing stood chomping and whining. This picture finally brought me out of myself. He came out of the bushes, with a blow of his hand, sent a knockout attached to a woman's mouth, followed by a second trahun. The young lady loaded a good kick on the bare bottom, she grunted, fell on her stomach and squealed something.

Spitting at his feet, he decided to go home, the irritation grew stronger. In the hut, not all were separated, but many already simply could not disperse. (Especially for eroticspace) Remained the most persistent, or, more precisely, the most sedentary. They are unlikely to succeed in getting up without someone's help, so they bawled out the songs and had drunk conversations and fell asleep right on the chairs and benches. Marinka's parents, too, had pretty much stung and already gone to bed, but she herself was still sitting and eating okroshka with a sad air. When she saw me, she visibly brightened up and whispered in her ear:

- Someone from the guests to our bed to fall asleep. You can go to ..

I did not let her finish, walked into the room that we were allocated to live in and saw a guest sleeping in a mortal bed. At the second he was thrown out of bed and I had already raised my leg to otvarit an uninvited comrade, but Marinka stopped:

- Seryozha is not necessary, well, drunk he, well, lay down on the bed, what is it then ..

And really, what is it? It seems that the person did not do anything, but I wanted to beat him too. I took him out of the room, closed the door and we began to get ready for bed.

At night, someone went slamming the door, howling Russian folk, and in a hoarse, drunken voice called Leh. Great work worth keeping himself in hand. Yes, and Marinka lay down on his shoulder and hugged so that you could only get up with her. Already closer in the morning I forgot anxious dream. I woke up from a female cry:

- Look, we have all the milk sour in the house. Is it possible that someone with evil intent has become obsessed?

The guljajo followed, that now it would be necessary to hang over the moonshine, and so would the cow's milk and all ills disappear like a hand.

Three days in the village seemed to me penal servitude. Work in the field, then everyone drinks, be sure to drown the bath, again they drink. Gorlanat songs. In general, we returned to ourselves again in silence. I don’t know what Marinka was thinking about, but I’m about my future.