girl - you can take it! ... You see, it's easier now? I told you ... Remember this moment! Tseku you broke before me - but it's garbage. For that, I'll make a fuck out of you! All women inherently whore. Only one lives all his life, no one except her husband fucks her - there is nothing to compare with. That will live to old age decent woman. And the second will fall under this man, he will crawl her holes, she will feel the fucking taste - and that’s it — the woman went on her hands ... Well, let's add the fifth finger?

From these words, I shivered and I tried to lie on my side - my legs would not obey me.

- No, not scy small! - Peter “calmed me down” by moving four fingers inside me. - Not all at once, and then tear your pussy to the British flag and fuck, will you need me then? Want to cum?

I wanted...

- If you want, then give yourself a jerk - he pulled out his hand from me and removed his hand from my mouth. - Go ahead! Sun put your hand in there and proceed! Well?

I didn't know what to do. On the one hand, I was terribly ashamed to masturbate in front of anyone. On the other, I was wildly turned on by shamelessness towards which Peter was pushing me ... He decided to “help” me and took my hand and put it on my crotch.

- Come on, girl! Show me how you masturbate ... Start ...

... Burning with shame, I inserted into my middle finger. Two times here and there ...

I do not feel it at all in myself. Did Peter stretch me so much? I also added my index finger to my middle finger ... Here, it’s already better ... So, with the thumb, the clitoris ... Oh, you ...

- Wanking jerking off! - Peter challenged the side. - I feel like a whore! ... Add another finger! ...

I'm a fuck! I'm a fuck!

I obediently inserted a ringless finger to two fingers ... At the moment when I added this finger, I felt that it was about to ... Literally two times back and forth and ... Not when I didn’t experience such an orgasm - my body as if they pierced thousands of needles of pleasure and it seemed like there would be no end ... Peter's voice returned me to the ground:

- Liked?

I just gasped limply.

- Now lick your fingers ...

I grimaced ...

- Do not wrinkle your nose! Taste yourself. Well?

I have not left any forces to resist. Almost on the machine, I raised my hand to my lips and licked. The taste was not as nasty as it seemed to me: slightly salty, slightly spicy, slightly watery ...

- Julia, you're just like a little! - Peter commented on my sample. - Put your finger in your mouth and lick it, then the second, then the third ... Come on!

I put my index finger in my mouth, licked it, then the next ... I felt like the last slut: a young, pretty girl sits with her legs spread apart in a compartment in front of some old pervert and licks her grease from her fingers ... Thought about it me got excited ...

“Now, scoop more juice from your hole! ... Alive! ... Now lick it ... More ... You should feel every step of turning from a chamomile girl into a lustful fuck! Do you like it when they treat you like a gallant whore? ... I can't hear the answer!

- Yes ... - I turned to the window - I was ashamed to realize this, but I told the truth. And having said that, I felt that I was getting excited again.

- Well, that's wonderful! - Peter was clearly pleased with my answer. - Do you want me to show your pussy?

“You saw her ...” I suddenly had a hoarse voice.

- No, darling girl, I didn't see anything! There is no eye on my fingers ... What are you breaking? Show?

I, blushing, mumbled:

- See ...

- No, Julia, who is showing like that? Put heels on the shelf. Well? Wider, more ... So ... And now put your hands under your ass ... Well done! Grasp the edges of the pussy and stretch to the sides ... Alive!

Crotch overwhelmed with chill. Peter crouched in front of me and looked between my legs ...

This is a complete pipets! What am I a whore ...

... - Well, that's it okay! - as if through the fog his voice was heard.- Like pussy show? I see what you like! Tink - he pressed my clitoris. I sobbed ... - Do you want me to fill my fool with you?

I wanted. I was ready to ask him to fuck me. But the remnants of shame still struggled with my new "I" - so I just sighed deeply ...

- What is so hard you sigh? - he restrained laughter. - Do you want to or not?

Peter brought me to such a state that if he ordered me to walk bare-ass along the corridor of the car, I would do it.

- Yes I want to...

- Well, do not pull ... What do you want?

- I want to get fucked ...

- Do not fuck - forget these snot! Fuck it! Do you understand? Fuck like the last fuck!

- Yes ... I want to fuck me like a last fucking ...

- How do you say, Julia! - with these words, Peter rose. - Well, now she herself - get him, caress ...

I reached out with my hand to the strings on his pants.

Well, that's all, Deniska ... I went through your hands with Julia ... Now your girl will remove his pants from this dork, get his process from his underpants. Rather, he just wants to start with a blowjob. And he is unlikely to be affectionate and gentle. Inserts his dick into her mouth and will fuck him without paying attention to anything ... And then he will lean on top and that's it ... It will be no longer a pussy, not a pussy, not a girl ... It will become a pussy, a hole, a container for someone else lust ...

From these thoughts, everything floated before my eyes. I began to pull the cord. Here the knot is untied. I started to pull my pants down ...

- You take in your mouth? - curious Peter.

I nodded my head.

- Well then, first suck me! And then I love the women to throw on the fang - such muzzles they become obedient! And do not even think to close your eyes. You will suck and look at me so that you know what a fuck! ...

... Here is his cock already swaying in front of me. Big, even too much ... I put my feet on the floor, took the dick in my hand ...

Damn, even the fingers did not come together ...

She opened her mouth and brought her head to his crotch ...

Now everything will be done ...

Suddenly, behind the door there was some kind of fuss ...

- Your mother! Smell more quickly! - Peter swore, pulling on his pants and instantly flopping back into place. I was shaking hands, as I was able to cover the floor of the dress. And just in time - an elderly woman's head appeared in the compartment.

- Oh sorry! - the woman has apologized. - messed up the door. Sorry again ...

- Man, is it you? - stared at her Peter.

- sing? - the woman seemed not to believe her eyes.

- Fuck, Manka! Long have you been trampling freedom? - Peter rose to his full height.

“Yes, half a year already,” it was obvious that she did not want to talk about it. - Early released for the behavior is not discrediting appearance. And for such articles they don’t hold for the first time ...

- Okay. Hear, and in what compartment are you going?

- Yes through the wall! I myself can not understand how I confused the door ... Conductor infection infection saves light - not a damn thing is visible ...

- So let's go to you - break for life, otherwise you don’t see a lot of places in me, - Peter put his arm around him. Then he got into his suitcase and pulled out a bottle of Putinki. - Well, Man? Let's go

- Of course, let's go! 3 years not seen all the same ...

... I sat like an idol when the door closed behind them. Everything happened so quickly that it didn’t fit in my head. Playing cards. Natasha came out, Peter climbed under my dress and fucked me with his hand. I masturbated in front of him, and he made me lick my discharge. Then I showed Peter my genitals and asked me to fuck. A kind of aunt came in, almost got me naked, and now in the compartment only I and drunk Nechaev ... I got up from the shelf - my legs were like cotton wool, there was fog in my head. Inspected the dress - pipets, on the whole ass spot ...

And I wanted to protect Natasha? This is the defender - she just almost got fucked. If it were not for the traveling companion who entered, then I think I would have already been lying with my legs apart, and between them would have been Peter's ass in sports pants. What is happening to me? How is my upbringing? What are some principles? How is Denis waiting for me in Moscow? A wedding in a month, and I hit the winds ...

... Half an hour later, Trofimova returned. I did not want to talk. I took the book. I tried to read, but I caught myself not being able to concentrate on reading ...

I have to talk to Trofimova! Sure to! I don't care what she finds out about what I was watching. We are now in the same boat with her ... If we don’t think of what to do, it’s not known how this will end. Maybe he is right even after his churning and humiliation, women become whores ... There is no desire to check ... That's just how to start a conversation? ... Ok, it wasn’t!

... - Natasha, I want to talk to you!

- Yes, Julia, - Trofimova looked at me with a worried look.

“Let's go out into the corridor — I don’t want someone to overhear us,” I said, looking at Nechaev.

- Well, let's go, - Natasha got up and went to the door ...

Ugh, well, like it turns out ...

... — Natasha, this is the case ... Actually, I want to talk about Peter.

Trofimova’s face reddened and she stared at me with frightened eyes.

- I saw that you got up with this freak! I didn’t spy on purpose - it just happened. But you don’t think anything - no one will know anything from me ...

- Julia, why are you telling me this? If you saw what he was doing, then you must understand how bad it is for me now! It seems to me that I was stripped naked, dumped in the mud and thrown into the street like this ... Do you want to hurt me even more? - Natasha was ready to cry.

- Natasha! - I grabbed her arm. - But did I ... In general, he also did similar things to me ... - I muttered slightly.

Trofimova looked at me with a bewildered look:

- How? When?...

- Doesn't matter, Natasha ... Only one thing is important, what should we do now? After all, we have another day on this train to go ...

Natasha freed her hand and hugged me. And I hugged her. It became somehow easier ... I don’t know, maybe because I opened up before Natasha, and maybe because I wasn’t alone before Peter now. Bumping into my shoulder, Natasha was crying ... I do not know why, but I felt some responsibility before her. For some reason, to the horror, I felt sorry for this woman, until the cutting in my teeth I wanted to protect her from Peter ...

Think, Julia, think! Time is short - soon the night will come, and at night he will not give her or my life ...

... - Natasha, - I turned to the sobbing Trofimova, - what shall we do? Maybe you came up with something?

“I don't know,” said Natasha, her voice hoarse from tears. - And yet, you do not find that your “you” is not entirely appropriate in this situation - let's move on to “you”?

- Good. I have one idea - will we discuss? Because I have no more options ...

- Of course, Julia! - It seemed Natasha's face brightened.

She believes in me ... How could I do this to her? What a bitch I am ... The fact that this bastard arranged for me is a retribution ... Exactly retribution ...

- Let's go to the dining car. I think this is the only place where we can calmly talk ... - I suggested to Natasha.

It is unlikely that this freak is so crazy that any of us will be dragged out of the restaurant by force ... The Spirit is not enough - one hundred percent!

- Julia, I'll just take the money and go! - Natasha for a minute disappeared in the compartment. - Come on!

... We moved towards the restaurant car ...