.. - rather whimpered, than the girl whispered, and having quickly risen, she planted herself on the penis glistening from the juices again. Now she did not need tenderness, and the guy felt it. His hands strongly, painfully squeezed the elastic Olya's breasts, and, having played a little with the nipples, slid down, dropping on the girl's ass, prompting her to move, setting the rhythm.

Oli's slow, cautious movements all accelerated, becoming sharp, like a mad jump, turning moans into screams. When the girl began to finish, Sergey, without breaking off the connection of the bodies, easily picked up the shuddering in sweet convulsions, barely knowing where she was, Olga and laid her back on the table. Interrupted was a love game, more like a fight, continued again, and now Sergey literally hammering his dick into the girl's legs, which meekly extended her legs. Only this time, when the mournful half-cry half-tone announced that Olya had reached orgasm again, he growled hoarsely and joined her, filling the girl's pussy with sperm.

Olya did not even have the strength to move: a strange but pleasant devastation seized her whole body. So ... so good she has never been before. But never was and so ashamed. The girl imagined how she looked from the side: naked, exhausted, with her legs spread apart and “pussy” oozing with sperm, on her own desk, among notebooks and books. And the legs are supported by a guy whose member is still her. “Yes, friend, you go to the record. Just a couple of days it seemed that it was impossible to do more stupidity. It turned out that nothing is impossible for you. ” In the meantime, silence continued.

“I ... I need a shower,” Olya smiled shyly at Sergey, still hanging over her.

The guy reluctantly pulled away, and when his member came out of her, Olya somehow felt regret, as if some important thread had broken.

- If you need - let's go, - the guy easily picked up the girl in his arms and went to the bathroom.

- Stop! But wait, I'll go myself - all the cries were ignored, and attempts to free themselves were hardly even noticed, and soon the girl was carefully placed under warm jets of water.

- Maybe you get out?

“And I won’t think about it,” a bottle of gel and a sponge appeared in Sergey’s hands, “And now stand and don’t turn around.”

And now the guy again became surprisingly gentle. Olya was blissful, feeling the skin is slowly covered with a layer of foam, and strong, skillful hands gently but persistently caress every inch of her body. Involuntarily, she again felt like an inexperienced girl. To resist, argue and even be ashamed of their nudity and defenselessness, neither the strength, nor, most importantly, the desire remained. And even when the rough male fingers began to soap her most intimate places, Olya spread her legs a little, and tried to nestle closer to the caressing hand, for which she earned slaps on her already soaked buttocks.

- I told you - do not turn around, - it was impossible to say by Sergey’s face whether he was playing or seriously getting angry, - What a restless girl, you can’t even stand calm for a minute.

He said something else, but Olga could no longer make out the words: the fire that had recently burned it, pushing insane things, flared up with a new force. As if drowning in a straw, she clutched at the hand that was stroking her.

- Seryozha ... please ... please ...

When a few seconds later Sergei entered her, this time cautiously, as if really the first time, the girl could only groan, and with all her strength clasp the guy by the neck, as if fearing that he would disappear. And then everything mixed up: warm streams of water, Sergey's hoarse breathing, slow member movement inside her, her own exultant cry, when the world finally exploded with millions of sparkling sparks, briefly sending the girl into sweet oblivion.

When the world finally stopped spinning, Olya realized that Sergey was carefully wiping her with a large soft towel, like a child.

- Give it back, I myself.

“Stay too, she herself,” the guy deftly wrapped the girl in a kind of cocoon, making it impossible to move, and picked up her hands again, “I didn’t want to wash you, but did you do something?

I?! - from indignation, Olya twitched more, seriously trying to free herself, - And you, like, nothing to do with, huh ?!

“And I was provoked,” the girl finally saw the merry sparkles in the eyes of Sergey, which made him more than once wish to cling to his physiognomy. I would like to have a little more strength ... Meanwhile, the boy carefully brought Olga into her room and lowered him onto the bed.

- Everyone, sleep tired toys, and boys, and girls. Tomorrow will be a new day. Rest.

- Will you stay? - Olya hated herself for this question, but could not ask.

It seems that Sergey was silent for ages. In any case, during this time, the girl managed to hate him, to ask, to hate him again, and, finally, to start planning a terrible revenge.

“I’ll stay, but not today,” the guy gently ran his finger over Oli’s face, as if drawing a line of lips, “There are cases that I can’t undo.”

“Look how I would not cancel our meetings,” the girl pouted her lips offendedly, “All the same, their scientific value tends to zero.”

- Just try, - the fun in the eyes of Sergey was replaced by reflections of rising anger, - Do not play with me, baby. Better sleep.

Already falling asleep, Olya heard the front door slam and realized that she was left alone.

***

- Simonova, do you agree with the statement that sensible cockroaches from Melmak threaten the existence of human civilization?

- Yes, of course, of course ... Uh ... What? - Olya barely emerged from the memories and in a panic she stared at the frankly gay students.

“Olenka,” Marina Olegovna’s gaze directed at the girl could be called almost sympathetic, “The exam in my subject is very difficult, not because the material is incomprehensible, or too few textbooks. The difficulty is that I - vindictive bastard. So do both of us a favor - don't make me angry. Fershtein?

- Yes, of course, - the girl lowered her head guiltily, - Sorry.

For the rest of the lecture, Olga tried, if not listening, then at least to draw attention. It seems to be even carried away by the material. But damned memories and thoughts refused to go. What happened yesterday could no longer be called an “accident”. As well as the fact that today, Olya is for the first time under the surprised looks of her village mates not near Igor, but almost at the other end of the audience. Or that they made their way to the university by Igor’s car, usually full of jokes and friendly jokes, in complete silence.

And to top it all, all day she felt two intersecting eyes on herself: bewildered and offended — her boyfriend (former? Present?) And attentive, scalding — Volkov. The latter bothered especially strongly: this is how the predator looks at the prey trying to escape. And desperately wanted to avoid the clash of two fans, after which one of them risked going to the morgue, the second - to prison. So, we must somehow unravel the completely confused relationship. It just suggested something - to talk with Volkov is useless. The guy will not accept refusal: he will simply tear off the competitor's head It was both scarecrow, ... and gave a strange feeling of lightness.

- Fawn, we need to talk! - Igor intercepted her after class and quickly dragged her into the car. But even here, in the cozy salon, in which the girl traveled with her boyfriend so many times and even made love several times, Olya felt Sergey's heavy, expectant look. He seemed to be chasing her everywhere.

- Say what happens.

- Igor, ... - the girl froze, not knowing how to continue, and in the end she could only squeeze out, - Forgive me, okay? I ... I do not know what is happening. But we have to part.

- Because of this gorilla, huh ?! - it was scary to look at the guy, - Olya, what the hell? Did he make you? If a ... Read more →