dizzy - she thought she was going crazy.

- Let's welcome the incomparable Ksyushuuuu! - shouted the presenter.

Under the cries of the entire hall, she was taken to a large throne, standing on a dais. He looked strange and looked like a luxuriously decorated dentist or gynecologist's chair.

“Let's start our ritual,” said the moderator. - Ksyusha, take this place that belongs to you by right - the sacred throne of the Queen!

She was seated there, helped to take a royal pose - hands on the armrests, legs apart - and the same Ksyushin nerves shortened, like wires in a thunderstorm: straps clicked on her arms and legs.

She screamed.

“Do not be alarmed, Queen,” said the host. - So says our custom. Let's start! ..

An agonizing, dizzying music came on, and the foot of the armchair with Ksyusha's legs suddenly began to disperse, throwing open its shame to the entire hall. Ksyusha screamed again.

“Do not be afraid,” the host whispered to her. - If it hurts - press this button and everything will stop.

He showed her the red button on the armrest, which she could reach with her fingers. When Ksyushin's legs parted so that her bud broke open, revealing the pink heart, the leader unceremoniously took hold of her labia and stretched them even more with their fingers. “Do not be afraid,” he whispered again, and Ksyusha felt a bump growing from an armchair in the middle. He drilled her, penetrating into the oily vagina, and Ksyusha squirmed, chained to the chair, which, it seems, decided to copulate with her eyes in the whole hall ...

She looked there - as a pink stalk grows into her, and the whole hall looked there, burning Kayushin’s aching flesh. Deeper, deeper, deeper ... Ksyusha felt like a lollipop, or a butterfly on a pin, or ... Nobody and nothing dived so deep into her, and she was scared - so scared that she quietly ached, squirming in chair, but no one heard because music was playing.

Then she suddenly died down - and right there Ksyusha felt a vibration creeping into her body, mint-sweet and sucking, as if Ksyusha really was a lollipop and was sucked from below. A shimmering shiver penetrated the body right up to the heart, pierced it with a color discharge, and Ksyusha screamed.

- Iiiiiii! - responded her room. - s! S! S! He shouted with her, watching her writhe, dying from the vibration that kept her from breathing. The infernal machine was massaging her clitoris and her whole vagina all the way to the uterus, continuously vibrating, and Ksyusha was trembling with her like a string. Several shadows flashed, - Ksyusha did not even have time to understand who it was - and her hands were stuck together, greedy fast hands that her body wanted so much, and both nipples were enveloped in hot moisture that sucked them into herself.

A kaleidoscope of touches mingled with vibration into a single avalanche, growing like in a nightmare. The distraught Ksyusha proceeded in moans, and the entire hall frantically chanted with her, stamping her legs:

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! ..

She had been cruelly ending for a long time, and she herself didn’t understand it, because she had turned into a clot of living flame and could not understand anything, and only somewhere in the back of the mind she could think that this was the end, and she would die now. Her eyes rolled back, saliva running from her mouth ...

And then one of the hands, tormenting her, pressed the red button.

***

Ksyusha did not remember how she was taken out of the hall, washed and dressed. The first thing she realized after the blinding sweet fire that vibrated in her was the lights behind the glass and the vibration, but not between the legs, but everywhere, top to bottom.

- When the road is patched, ëb your mother! - It came from somewhere in front, and she realized that she was driving in a car.

- Where are we going? - asked Ksyusha and was frightened: these words were uttered by someone’s completely alien voice.

- How where? You said - to the station. That's where I'm taking you. Why?

- No no nothing...

“And you are ... nothing,” said the driver (it was Gena who brought her to the club). - Squirting just like that, like his ... geyser. How much for an individual? Eh, would process you, fuck, on the highest category, gygy ...but I understand everything. You screamed so that you really thought - we will call an ambulance. Are you always like that? Give me a phone!

“Nine hundred and sixteen ...” dictated Ksyusha, and only then realized what she had done. - Uh ... only I ... well ...

- OK OK! Petrovich said that you are an elite bird, where to us, sinners, gygy! ... Yes, I am not so much for myself as for business. In a month or two, another competition will be stirred up - “Pussy Day”. Here there will be even steeper. Lapanie and licking will not get off, you know, gygy ... And fucking you, too, it hurts good! And whores Ksyusha?

He landed her at the station, promising to call, and left.

Ksyusha could hardly stand on cotton feet. It was not so dark around, and the train surprisingly came quickly - the first morning train, half empty and frozen out overnight. Opening a purse to buy a ticket, Ksyusha discovered there, besides her two hundred rubles, four bills of five hundred dollars each - her Queen's fee.

- ... Ksyush, forgive the fool? - Said the husband, who was waiting for her in the yard. - I so perezra for you, that now I will precisely wiser. Well, why is it like this all night? - and embraced her so that tears suddenly flowed out of Ksyusha, even though she had no strength for them. - And the phones turned off ...

“One sat down,” Ksyusha sobbed.

- And second?

- And second...

And suddenly she burst out laughing.

The husband was so surprised that he let her go:

- What are you doing? My girl, well, what is it? ..

And Ksyusha was neighing and could not stop. She melted all the way, thinking about how Gena would call her and invite her to Pussy Day, and had already thought through both options in detail: first, how she sews him off, and second, how she agrees and goes there and there, completely naked ...

And just now I realized that she dictated the number of the stolen mobile to Gene.

- ... What's wrong with you? - with despair shouted her husband, grabbing her hands.

He grunted: Ksyusha suddenly shook his mouth with a kiss, so mad as he needed to drown out the blue shame boiling in her ...

A minute later they heard wheezing and growling from their apartment, as if a whole wolf pack had settled there.

- What's that smell? - moaned husband. - I'm going crazy about him ... Some kind of butter?

- No, no ... perfume ... - Ksyusha howled. - Still! Still, fuck your mother! Fuck me! ..

And her husband, who had never heard such words from her, roared with delight and gouged her like a hammerman, and swore himself, and slapped her thighs relish, from the heart - as he had long wanted, but was embarrassed.

“Farewell, Arthur” - Ksyusha thought and burped obscenity with a moan mixed up, feeling the approach of a new orgasm, burning and cruel, like the April wind ...