- Tashi has so much to do! She ate, drank tea ...

- You will scoff - in general I will take off everything.

- I'm not against. Where do we start? Right here?

- I give up. Your took.

“I bet you don't have the right outfit.” You even thought about lending to anyone. But then I decided that it would do so, ”said Yegor, setting Tasya at a table.

- Exactly! How did you find out?

- Elementary Watson. You called me at half past five. If you went to change clothes - you would either not call so early, or ask for it later. And the way you were shy about your outfit ...

- I thought to look for a rag, it's true. But when she learned that you were free, she could not stand it and rushed at you at full speed. It's so interesting - dinner with Sherlock Holmes! You tell me about all the messy things, right?

- Where am I going to go ...

Tasia, not looking up, looked at him with his glittering eyes. Sipping wine, Yegor told her his most spectacular stories, imperceptibly weaving in them the questions:

“She was from the scholarly community ... By the way, are you also spinning somewhere near science?” Your job is sit-down, computer. The language is suspended well, even though you are a shy ...

“Almost,” answered Tasia. - Yurfak. Also a kind of science ...

- ABOUT! So we are colleagues? Cousins, so to speak?

When everything was eaten and drunk, Egor suggested she take a walk.

“We can come to me,” he said by the way, as if this was nothing special.

- What about you? - asked Tasia.

- We have? We have me. And tea. And wine.

- Wine? Uh ...

- Well, do not be shy already! Say what you want to say. Or I will say it for you.

- Go ahead.

- Valyu. You want to ask if I’m going to fuck you, and you don’t know how to put this into a polite form. Yes?

- Well ... uh ... well, yes.

- I answer: yes. I am going to.

Tasia coughed.

- Of course, with mutual consent. Let's be honest: you thought about it when you came to me. No need to confirm or deny: we will assume that I said it, and you refrained from answering. Right?

- I ... I refrained from answering.

- Well, that's nice. And now, - Yegor sat on the bench and took Tasya by the shoulders, - and now look. Are you virgin. I suggest you stop it being. With my help. I guarantee that it will be more pleasant with me than with anyone. Well, how?

“No,” Tasia said, moving back.

- I do not insist. I just brazenly advertise myself. I like you, Xia-Tasia. I think you like a lot of people, they just hesitate to show it. Like you hesitate to show that you are a woman. Vicious circle. I propose to break it.

- What about love to the grave, the union of souls and bodies, and so on? - asked Tasia. Excitement made her hoarse again.

- Well, you at least like me. The probability that the one who fucks you will like it more is not great. And the likelihood that this someone knows how to fuck, like me, is approaching zero. The more parameters - the less likely. You know all this well. I promise - it will be nice ...

“No,” Tasia almost shouted and moved further away.

- No, no, no. I do not insist.

Silence reigned. Yegor, without stopping, looked at Tasya.

- And ... what, should I leave? She asked.

- As you want. I do not chase you. I'm good with you.

- I'd better go.

- It's a pity. Well, Tasia ... I hope to see you again.

- Do you spend me?

- What for? You want to run away?

She was silent, not moving from her place.

Then she asked:

- You had a lot of girls?

- Lot.

- I will be another victory?

- Only if you want.

- Oh ... and ...

***

“Well, don't tremble,” said Yegor, hugging her around the waist. - We're going to get laid. You see, get hurt! ... Imagine this: everything that you saw and thought about it - now all this will become a reality. Now all this will be with you. You will be naked, completely naked, without panties and without a bra, and I, a completely unknown man to you, will lick you like a chocolate bar, will torture you your grown-ups, touch you in forbidden places, push the petals of your precious pisyulka that will flow sweet sauce, like the cake "Napoleon" ... I will kiss you right on the clit, and you will grunt and squeak like a little, because it is very, very nice - when you are kissed, and it melts from the buzz, lollipop ... Extend your legs and give yourself to me, and you yourself will die from shame. After all, it is embarrassing to be ashamed - when you are completely naked, and an unfamiliar man fucks you like his property ...

“What a nightmare,” moaned Tasia. - You'll grip me all ...

- Nifiga like. Exactly the opposite: from horror you are so excited that you are ashamed of yourself. Look, - said Yegor, penetrating under her pants. - What a sticky ...

They were already entering the house. In the twilight of the elevator, Yegor felt Tasiny's underpants, and she was snorting like a train, afraid to give voice. She entered the apartment half-naked, with her nipples sticking forward like peaks. Egor tossed the cloths away and quickly pulled off all that was left on Tacy.

“To the shower,” he said, quickly undressing.

“Naturally,” Kasya wheezed, stunned by fear.

- No, you do not understand. Together.

In the bathroom, he soaped her from head to foot and caressed her through the foam, ashamed to her scarlet ears. Tasia was a little plump — not fat, but plump, like a bun, with soft arms and shoulders, with large hanging breasts, white, intimate and shameful, as if they had been caught in the crack. For abundant nipples, all over the white and pink, puffy Tasina flesh for some reason, it was obvious that she was not used to the looks, and they prick her like needles.

Egor told her:

- This is your holiday, a holiday of your delicious pink body. See how he wants you? - He asked, poking a member into her, as big as a sausage. - But this later. Now - just like that, and that's soooo ... - he sentenced and masterly crumpled it like a big toy, but she silently snuffled, looking at him with big dumbfounded eyes. Then she screamed when he tortured her nipples, pointing sharp jets of the soul at them, and curled up like a worm, and whimpered in shame; and then she walked, glistening in droplets, behind him into the room where the main thing was to happen ...

In bed, he kissed her for a long time, with gusto, wherever her lips were. Tase was ashamed and good. She smiled at the ceiling and moaned in surprise, incredulously, as if asking, “am I really pleased?”

“True,” answered Yegor. He licked her clit, forcing surprised Tasya to let bubbles, and then kissed her nipples and caressed his hand between his legs, penetrating his fingers inside, until Tasia became loose and pliable, like a dough. Sticking two fingers into it, Yegor put pressure on her, and soon Tasya squeaked like a kitten, having bent a trembling body in a bridge.

The rest was a matter of three minutes. Egor immediately pulled her with his sausage and, until Tasia did not have time to understand what had happened, he laid a sharp rhythm on the juicy body. He managed to catch the tail of her orgasm, and after half a minute the crimson Tasia writhed like on a spit, and howled either from pain, or from lust, or from both.

Of course, Yegor did not deny himself the pleasure of soaking it with seed, squirting sweet fountains deep into the wet flesh. He impregnated her and rumbled with joy, like a hungry beast swallowing more pieces of meat, and then collapsed on the stunned Tasya. She was so fragrant, so plump and soft, and the devastated member swam so deliciously in it that Yegor succumbed to the sweet wave and carried off into a haze of sleep that surrounded the brain like condensed milk ...

Waking up, he discovered a strange thing.

The body pressed to him was no longer Tasey, the girl whom he brazenly dragged into bed and fucked for his own pleasure.

It was his body. Egor breathed with him with one breath and felt only nerves. With the mere thought that sooner or later he would have to unclench, he was uncomfortable. It seemed that if he broke away from her, it would hurt, and wounds would remain on the skin.

The creature knew this very well and penetrated Yegor with the response currents, clinging ...