Katya Erokhina stepped out of the door of the sewing college, straightening a black backpack over her shoulders, and went down the steps. Without looking at anyone, slouching her back, she walked quickly along the street. My soul was a chore. The mother had not left the bout for the second week, the girl had no father. The parent left them long before Katya came of age.

To say that the Erokhins simply needed money was to say nothing. Pathetic pennies, which the mother did not have time to drink, were spent on meager, monotonous food. We would soon learn to become a seamstress, leave this house ...

- Eroshka, show pipisku! - the loud mocking male voice reached the girl.

Kate heard it often, and each time the voice made the same indecent proposal to the girl. Never before has the girl stopped, did not answer, continuing to walk, but not this time. Stopping abruptly, throwing black hair off her face and evilly clenching her lips, Katya turned to her voice.

On the bench, on the back, putting his feet on the seat, sat Dimka Yevseyev, Katin's age-mate, an eighteen-year-old lazy, left for the second year in the senior class. The guy idly pounded the seeds, spitting aside.

- Come on, I'll show you ... - the girl, trembling with anger, spoke up, coming close to Yevseyev.
- Really show? - Dimka goggled, holding his fingers near the mouth.
- Zassal, yes? - with a call Kate said, banging her foot on the bench.
- No, not that ... - the guy jumped on the other side of the bench.
- And where will you show? - he said in a changed voice, beating around the shop and standing next to the girl.
- In the basement of your house, is it open? - Katya said, biting her lips, turned around and, without looking around, moved forward ...

Walking next to the girl, the young man looked at the girl, as if seeing Katya for the first time. Not tall, thin, straight black, not very long hair, sharp facial features. Despite Dimka, Katya went to the house of a young man. The boy's heart sank sweetly. And what if the truth will show?

* * *

Going down the broken-down steps, Dmitriy helpfully opened the door of the basement in front of the girl, letting her in. The smell of mold, moisture and rusty pipes breathed into the girl's face. Bending down, maneuvering between the pipes hanging from the ceiling, Katya went to a relatively free area, near the pump. Not lagging behind, Dimka followed her, not understanding anything.

Stopping, Kate dropped her backpack from her shoulders, hanging it on the old valve, pulled up her worn jacket, exposing her belly. Fingers pulled the strap of black jeans, unbuttoned the button. The young man looked at the manipulation of the girl, looking from the hands of Katie to her face. Sweat beads appeared on Dmitry's forehead.

Having coped with the button, staring at the guy with an unblinking look, the girl vyzhnula lightning. Without hesitating for a second, a sharp movement lowered jeans to the middle of the hips. Dimka, with bated breath, stared at the white, red peas, girl's panties. Breathing heavily, the young man looked at the fabric of underwear that was so attractive for him. White fabric barely noticeably bristled, hiding the unknown under it.

Stretching her nostrils, Katya grabbed her fingers at the elastic of her underpants, abruptly jerking her hands, slightly spreading her legs. Panties fell on jeans, revealing in the twilight of the basement a naked girl's pubis, covered with black, curly hairs, and a tubercle of the labia, covered with them. Opening his mouth, Dimka looked at the girl's crotch, unable to say a word.

- Satisfied, goat ?! - with a call Kate said, without making the slightest attempt to hide behind, drilling the guy with an evil look.
“D-satisfied,” Dimka said timidly, feeling his member sway sweetly, bursting into the fabric of his pants.
- Can I touch it? - Yevseev whispered, taking a step towards the girl and stretching his hand.
- Where are your hands pulling ?! - hysterically cried Katya, banging a palm on the hand of a young man.
- You wanted me to show you a pipisk - so look! - She whispered evil, highlighting the voice "showed pipisku."
“You’ll be touching yourself,” the girl added, glancing at Dimkin's swollen groin ...

* * *

So they stood in this semi-dark, stagnant basement: he, shifting from foot to foot, and she, with her panties and jeans pulled down, feeling how damp air cools her bare crotch. Trying to cope with the approaching tears, Katya felt something inside her break, break, and collapse.

- Do you have money? - trying to speak exactly, said the girl.
- Yes, here ... - the guy whispered, rummaging in his trouser pocket, and pulled out a crumpled five-ruble bill.
“Come here,” said Katya, holding out her hand.

With a mixture of excitement and fear, Yevseyev gave the girl money, touching her cold fingers for a moment, already knowing what was coming.

“Touch it,” the girl said faintly, squeezing her fingers to the pain, squeezing money in her palm.

Swallowing, the young man stretched out his hand, timidly touching Katie’s pubic hair with his fingers. Sensing the disturbing, exciting stiffness, he held his hand, looking at the pubis of the girl. As if asking permission for further, he looked into the detached Katina's eyes, looking straight ahead, and touched the girl's crotch with his fingers.

Carefully spent a fingertip along the upper edges of the labia, pushing the black hairs, touching the clitoris. Squeezed them a little, gently touching between the lips. The girl sat down, giving Yevseyev free rein.

Sticking two fingers between Katy's legs, the guy slightly moved his hand, feeling the heat and the moisture, it seemed, even. Licking his lips, he thrust his hand deeper, turning his whole touch, trying to feel and imagine everything that his fingers were touching.

- Can I kiss you ... there? - Dimka whispered slightly audibly, putting his second hand on Katine's bare thigh.
- Still have money? The girl whispered in her own voice, barely moving her lips, looking nowhere.
“Yes, there is,” Yevseyev let go of the girl’s hip, taking a thousandth piece of paper from his trouser pocket and put it into the cold Katina's palm.

The girl turned around, the young man freed his hand from the mysterious captivity. While Katya was sticking money into the pocket of a backpack hanging on the valve, the young man put his fingers to his nose, greedily drawing in air. Inhaling a disturbing, unknown smell, Dimka looked at the girl’s bare buttocks, afraid to finish in his pants. The member was unbearably itchy, twitching finely, glaring at the fabric of his underpants.

Katya fastened the pocket of the backpack hanging on the valve and lay her chest on the cold metal, with her head down, exposing her bottom. As if spellbound, Yevseyev stared at a strand of black hair, making his way between Katy's white buttocks and a dark knob with a pinkish fold in the middle.

- Do you need a special invitation? The evil girl exclaimed, turning her head slightly.

Dmitry took a step forward, wiping sweaty palms on his pants. He splashed his knees on the dirty floor, raised trembling hands, touching the girl's skin. Holding his breath, gently spread the girls' buttocks apart, feeling the pain and pain in the groin. Appeared anus Kati, rough hole, surrounded by barely noticeable hairs at the edges, and the lower edge of the labia. Dimka did not even think that everything is so close here.

Having exhaled, the young man spread his fingers a little wider, spreading the crotch to the sides of Katina. The entrance to the vagina opened a little, revealing to the world its pinkish inside. The girl barely noticeably twitched, pressing her breasts closer to the rusty valve.

Without releasing her buttocks, stroking the girl's outer lips, stroking her fingers, Dimka timidly brought her face to Katia's holes. From this distance, the pubic hair seemed particularly thick, the young man clearly saw every hair, every fold on the sphincter, every inch of female genital lips. Opening his mouth, Yevseyev gently touched the girl's ajar with his lips, feeling the hairs in his mouth.He stuck out his tongue, timidly stuck it between the labia, feeling his nose involuntarily pressed into Katin's anus.

Feeling the forbidden moisture in the language, inhaling the smell of a young girl with her nose, Dima could not cope with himself. A member of it, having dug its head into the fabric of the briefs, was discharged by a flash of semen, giving the host a wave of weakness and bliss a fraction of a second before. Wandering his tongue between Katya's sexual lips, clutching their lips and greedily spreading his buttocks with his fingers, Evseev felt like his pants were wetting, his penis was pulsing, throwing out the last drops of semen.

Ignoring the soiled clothes, the young man wanted this to last forever. Tearing off Katya's crotch, with a thrill touching the pillow of the finger of a girl's anus, Dimka, breathing heavily, again succumbed forward ...

- Well, that's enough! - Katya breathed out, moving to the side, taking with her hands the gum of her pants.

Sharply pulled panties, clutched her hands on jeans. Slowly rising from his knees, ignoring the soiled trousers and the spreading spot in the groin area, the young man looked at Katina with a changed look. The girl, without turning around, buttoned up her jeans.

- Catch, will we meet again? - Yevseyev quietly said, shifting from foot to foot.
- Will not meet. And don't chase me anymore. And don't tell anyone about what happened here, ”the girl said curtly, as she pulled her jacket away.

I picked up my backpack and hasty disappeared, ducking and maneuvering between the pipes ...

When she was completely out of sight, Dmitri clasped the nearest tube with his hands, closed his eyes and pressed his face to the cold steel with his wet forehead ...

* * *

Opening the door of the apartment with her key, even from the corridor hearing the drunken mumble of her mother, Katya pressed her back to the wall, with tears in her eyes looking around at the wretched decoration of the apartment. Passed into her room, closing the door with a bang.

She took off her jeans and panties, throwing them on the old creaky sofa. She opened the cabinet door, standing on toe, looking for something on the top shelf. Taking out a hand-held mirror, the girl sat on the sofa, her back against the wall, putting her feet on her feet and spreading her knees wide. Slightly lifted, pushing the mirror between the sofa and the crotch. Lowering her head, looking attentively at the reflection, Kate gently spread her fingers into the sides of her pubic hair, labia, opening the entrance to the vagina. Touching the clitoris, spreading her legs a little wider, the girl gripped her lips firmly on the labia, stretching them to the sides. When pale pink flesh appeared in the mirror, resembling a membrane, Katya, sobbing, got up from the sofa.

Without dressing, she turned on the antediluvian computer on the table. While the equipment was being loaded, it was terribly crunching hard disk, the girl nervously drummed her thin fingers on the keyboard. When the car was loaded and the ancient modem squeaked, Katya went to a dating site and created a questionnaire, sticking her most recent photo to it.

Biting her lip, eyebrows curled, she tapped the following on the keyboard:

Katya, eighteen years old.
Looking for a wealthy man for a long pleasant relationship.
P. S. Virgin.