lust And then something strongly pulled and persistently strongly pushed between my legs, a dull force pierced me from below, exploding in my stomach. I screamed at the same time from pain and a viscous slow orgasm, which flared brightly somewhere in my stomach and slowly spread all over my body, pushing me insistently out of sleep.

I opened my eyes. All wet. The linen is twisted in a rope an alarming dream. The body is covered in sweat. In the coupe unbearable heat. The train is worth it. A bright spotlight streams through the window, which, together with a smoothly blinking semaphore, periodically turns a purple hue.

Understanding nothing, I lay on the bed, trying to understand what had happened. The body ached. I had a feeling that I was being bullied from the inside. Having mastered herself, she sat on her sofa-shelf. "Probably soon monthly ...“- I thought detachedly. Usually, two or three days before them, I always had a certain erotic nightmare.

Trying to understand why this heat, I got up and turned on the light.

- Wow! “I saw myself reflected.”Matured for fucking!“I laughed involuntarily, for the first time without a shot of pride, looking at my chest. Fully aroused, glistening with sweat, even if not the biggest, she was beautifully full up, showing off her swollen, plump nipples. Feeling a characteristic heaviness, I did not touch her, knowing that it would hurt.

I ran my hands over my stomach. She looked at her reflection, bowing her head to the side. Hairstyle disheveled. Between my beautiful hips, it was so tight that even the neat sash under the belly had red alleles under sparse whitish hairs. ”Khor-r-rosh!“- for the first time in several months, I was admiring myself, and not looking for flaws.

- Oh! Well, the heat! - I really did not want to go to the conductor, find out what was wrong. I looked at the switches. Smiled, finding the answer. Turning off my foot light, I touched the lever of winter heating.

Click!

Turned off the heat.

Clank

Again turned on a pleasant night lighting. Once again made sure that the heating is off.

It was still very stuffy.

I turned in a small compartment, took a couple of short steps and, leaning over the table, grimaced at the bright light of the searchlight and put my hands on the locks on the windows. I remember how then I wanted someone to take me from behind. Right very much. Continuing to rest on the latches, I smoothly and sexy led my ass from side to side, involuntarily squeezing the virgin emptiness of my vagina. Spreading her slender legs, she bent over with a cat and found a rounded plastic corner of the table in the lower part of her tummy. Paul lay down, pressed against him with intimate mounds and began to move her hips back and forth. I felt a hard clitoris being exposed and hiding again between the elastic folds. Back and forth. I bit my lip from pleasure! Back and forth.

“Oh!” - my pearl rested and slipped painfully along the edge of the aluminum finish. “Damn!” - this brought me to my senses. Shaking my head, I otlipla from the table, stiffened and opened the upper casement window. In the face hit the fresh stream of the May already southern night air.

- Oooooooooooo !!! - was very good. The coolness pleasantly cooled the wet body. I stood at the window and, clinging to the window, was breathing deeply.

Bliss!

Suddenly, I noticed a red light on a night platform. I slightly recoiled from the window, covered my eyes with the light from the light that stubbornly shone, it seemed only in my compartment. Looking closer, I saw a man. In the oiled padded jacket, in spite of May, in a dirty golife and high kersey boots. His right hand was moving slightly in the deep pocket of his pants, his left was holding a cigarette in his mouth. He looked straight at me and definitely saw.

Incredibly embarrassed, I covered my breasts with my hands, feeling the back of my hands with my hot nipples.

Lazy metal, the train started off sharply and rolled hard. I spread my arms to the side, looking for support.Realizing that involuntarily showing my precious chest to a dirty stranger, I laughed, waved my hand to him and fell on the sofa shelf. A red coal swung back, and his hand suddenly stopped in his trouser leg.

I wanted sex.

Catching the balance, she took a hard towel from the rail and opened the door to the small shower. Dampen a cloth and brush off the last of the sweat.

Rejecting the unpleasantly scratching waffle, she settled down again. Spread her legs.

The body was filled with incomprehensible energy transferred from sleep to reality. I was excited, but touching me was too sensitive and unpleasant.

- All kitty, calm down, please ... - trying to somehow change the mood, I patted my swollen, hot and completely dry intimate lips. "Oh" - a painful slap instantly replaced by languid pleasure. I slapped myself between my legs again. Painfully! And immediately nice! Another cotton. Feelings intensified.

- Mmmm - I involuntarily trembled. I never did that.

The train was slowly gaining speed.

Knock knock knock knock ...

Smiling at one vulgar little girl, I began to clap myself to the beat of the wheels. Representing the whole train as your new lover.

Tuk-tuk, hlop clap.

Knock knock clap clap!

Smiling foolishly, I shuddered in pain and pleasure. The composition was hard to clang, as if involved in the game.

Knock knock knock knock!

Clap clap, clap clap!

My iron lover accelerated. And I tried to move with him in tact.

Soon, rhythmic pats began to mix with characteristic croaks. I flowed.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock! - the train picked up speed.

Clap! Slurp! Clap! Slurp! - my hand quickly and rhythmically hit the elastic lips between the thighs, touching hard as a pencil clit. Having bitten a pillowcase very hard, trying not to moan out loud, I spread my legs wider, straining my thigh muscles, arching my back! I used to make my hips completely obscene for an excellent pupil of a movement, rhythmically squeezing all myself inside at the time of the next squish cotton.

Tu-ut! Too-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo! - proclaimed my steel and powerful lover, obviously ending. And with him, crying out and frantically squeezing his hand with trembling hips, I began to cum. Finally, being alone with me for almost the entire school year, without fear of being caught by any of my relatives, I spread my legs wide apart, still experiencing an orgasm, bent, getting up almost to the bridge. I frantically rubbed my palm between my thighs. Squeezing with the second hand, thrusting the nails into the tense buttocks from below. Spraying moisture to the side, drove her orgasm to the top of ecstasy.

Screaming involuntarily, collapsed layer on the sofa bed. Twisting and flinching. It seems that I was sick of an overabundance of emotions.

- Ma-aa-a-tee-and-i-and-and-and ... - I whispered quietly, still experiencing an orgasm with my whole body, and looking as the stomach in itself compressed and swelled up like someone else's. At the tips of her feet, she was rapidly getting cold, rising up, and the cold was pricked by her knees. Sobbing and snapping joints on the toes, I relieved turned to my side, sweetly rubbing my numb knees against each other, and my cheek against the pillow. Having managed to think that it was in vain to throw the towel away where it was unclear, I chopped off. I remember, then I absolutely did not dream anything.

This guide goat woke me up with a persistent knock at seven in the morning. Although the train arrived at nine. She tried to open the door herself. Then, I was stunned by impudence, with my key, but the stopper interrupted her attempts anyway.

- Rise! - sharply and disgustingly she shouted into the gap of the compartment and left.

I cursed her back. But quiet. Hard up. I woke awfully badly in the morning. Everything that happened in the night, somehow blurred. I was not completely sure what I was dreaming about and what was real.

Feeling shame and incomprehensible agony of conscience, I finally woke up and got up from the couch.

The compartment was fresh and sunny. And in the door mirror, I again saw the thin girl of a teenager, and not at all “ripe for fucking” thing.

Upset.

The stickiness between the legs was annoying.

I went into a narrow shower. She put herself in order. A little lip. Slightly eyes. Cheeks. Slammed the makeup bag. Gathered things.Sadly zipped up a beautiful bra, though beautiful. Straightened panties with a pineapple sticker on the pubis. Wore a favorite summer dress. Gathered things. Put the bed in order. She snaps off the stopper and opens the door.

She sat down, smoothed her hair, straightened her back and opened the book, the first on the list of the summer school curriculum on literature.

Bore

Outside the window, in spite of the early morning, the sun was already shining brightly and very warmly, breaking through the wall of the long green poplars.

- Daughter, will you have breakfast? - Probably, having softened at my tidy appearance with Chaadaev in her hands, the conductor again radiated courtesy. Or maybe she just thought that I could chatter those who should meet me.

“No, thank you,” I smiled, controlling, straightening the short strand of boyish hairstyle combed to the side, although the idea of ​​tea seemed interesting to me. - You can just water.

“A titan with water at the end of the car,” obviously not going to carry water to me, the goat turned around and, clinging to the thick butt of the handrail, headed towards her. I shrugged and finished my favorite Sitra supply.

An hour later, I was met in Kiev on the "Central".