TV mumbled in the corner. On one of the federal channels broadcast Sunday news and a bald man, for an hour, gesticulating, talked about the intransigence of the parties. All this time, on the crumpled bed, Luska lay and pulled her shmonku. With a hangover mind, she fantasized about how this bald man would fuck her right in that studio under cameras broadcasting.

Dreams come true is not destined: Vasya entered the room, scratching the dick. Vasya is a fat and ugly pig, he is Lyuska's lover. When her husband, a plumber and just an alcoholic, Kolka, goes into the bout, she invites Vaska to herself. Vasya has a small hoije, but, unlike Kolkina, he stakes. And Vaska skillfully dives into the field cap.

- What, Lyudmila, still watching this asshole ?! I already went to shit, and in a stall for vodka, but he still pizidit! How much is he paid a fag ?! Bitches bitch.

- If my cuckold paid so much, I would be the queen.

- But I would have fucked all the same only with me! - declared Vasya, falling all carcasses on a bed. The bed, it seems, barely withstood this fall: under a pissy mattress something snapped hard.

“I told you, don't jump!” Fuck, for this bed is still a loan is not repaid!

Vasya sniffled and, apologizing, snatched his pussy into Lyuskin. An impassable forest grew around its treasury, which served as a natural obstacle for Vaska's language. But Vaska knew how to determine the fairway, because it was not for nothing that he had served in the navy in his youth. For some reason, the stinking vagina smacked him right in the nose. But Vasya did not move away, on the contrary - he liked the smell very much. He began to grind with pleasure, for some reason presenting Kolkin's cock before his eyes. Thoughts of huy were repugnant to him, but it was almost impossible to drive them away.

Husband returned unexpectedly! Lyuska was waiting for him late in the evening, wanting how to fuck and relax. It was heard as Kolya was fiddling with the keys, alternately inserting them into the keyhole, but mistaken all the time. After each error, followed by a loud mat. Vasya meanwhile, reluctantly looking up from his mistress's smelly pussy, put on his pants and shirt.

There, on the staircase of the pissed entrance, Kolka was unable to figure out how to insert the keys in what sequence, and after a three-second silence he began to bang on the door with his fists, while mothers turned on all the white light.

- Open the slut! Kill the fuck!

- Hide on the balcony! - puffing up on his cellulite body, an old woman dressing gown with holes everywhere, including on the ass, said Lyusya.

- Oh, fuck it! - Vaska was indignant.

- Hide, said - devour, fall asleep - I will take away!

- Okay, just give vodka in that package.

Lyuska handed Vasya his shoes, a bag of vodka and, waiting for the balcony door to close, opened her husband.

Kolka broke into the apartment as an occupier. There was a fresh fingal under his eye, and the extinct cigarette end of a Prima cigarette was sticking out of his mouth. He pulled at his shirt, exposing on his chest a big tattoo in the shape of the Crimean peninsula. Along with him, the smell of fumes burst out, and the bulbs went out in the corridor.

- Well, what, fuck the slut fucking ?! - snarled husband.

- What did you do, cattle ?! Came drunk also yelling ?!

- Where is this fat fag ?!

Lyuska involuntarily glanced in the direction of the living room, where the TV was mumbling.

- What other fag ?! She asked excitedly, but Kolka had already disappeared around the corner.

There was a blow, then the windows of the balcony door fell down.

- Get out fag! Oh, you fucking in your mouth! The men at the entrance did not deceive me, your slut, they say with that hawker from the neighboring yard came home.

- Ahhhh! - screamed Lyuska, anticipating misfortune.

- Do not yell, proshmandovka! - Kolka turned around and gave her in the face. Lucy fell on the bed, which this time could not stand it and collapsed with a crash, burying the whole future family budget.

Vaska did not tolerate the beating of a woman in front of his eyes and left the balcony, attacking the skinny Kolka with all his carcass. Someone from them relish fart in the first seconds of the fight.Vaska saddled the unfortunate Kolka, lashing him with his fists. Lyuska, realizing that her husband would now be seriously injured, pounced on Vaska from behind and began to drag him off. However, to pull this pig was not so easy. For some reason it smelled badly by shit. After a second, Vasya had a reddish stain on his pants. It became clear as daylight - Vasya crap.

Kohl groaned and cursed, but he could do nothing under this pig meat. And Vasya, immobilizing the enemy and realizing that he had crap, lost honor in the eyes of a woman, decided to smear his opponent with shit. He put his hand in his pants, pulled out a stinky liquid mass and applied Kohl directly on his face. Then again. Choking, Kolya spat, splashes of shit flew in different directions, including Vasya on the face.

- What are you cattle doing ?! - screamed Lyuska.

- I'll kill you! - groaned Kohl, choking by shit.

Five seconds later, a dull blow rang out, Vaska went limp and fell to the side. Over Kolya, whose face was hidden under a layer of shit, stood his wife with a frying pan in her hands.

- Nick, my dear! How are you?!

Kohl stood up, kicked a crap pig and walked over to Luce. Lucy took a step back, her husband was two. Their faces were opposite each other, but instead of striking, Kohl climbed to kiss. Lucy resisted, but weakly, the smell of shit was not new to her: she and her husband often practiced scat, but someone else’s shit was rarely in their house.

- Come on! - Kolya whispered, rubbing his eyes.

- Do you want this? Right now? - asked Lucy.

- Yes.

- Well, okay, I just want to shit.

Kohl lay down on the carpet next to Vasily who had smoked his eyes and opened his mouth. Lucy stood over her husband and took off her panties. Straining a little, she pernula and a large piece of feces fell Kolya directly into her mouth. Kohl with pleasure began to grind the contents of his toothless mouth into mush, and gradually swallowed. Lucy has not forgotten about the "dessert", nassav him in a dirty mouth. The husband made sounds of bliss beneath her.

***

Evening fell on a dull city. Kolya liked not to wash off the shit after the games for a long time and now he was lying in front of the TV in the same way he was two hours ago. On the screen, he, the drunkard and shit-diner, opened “military secrets”. Kolya was happy.

The apartment smelled of fried potatoes and onions. Soon, stepping over the fat, lifeless carcass of Vasily, Lucy entered the living room. In his hands was a bottle of port wine and a full frying pan of fried potatoes.

“Though you are a slut, but where am I without you,” Kohl said good-naturedly and put his arm around Lyuska by the waist. She put the bottle and pan on the stool.

- Eat.

Kolka stuffed his stomach with starch and scorched wine, he belched relish and fart.

An hour later the door bell rang. A neighbor came from above. Grandma is very old, but energetic. From her for a mile off stank of unwashed mandoy. She was privy to the “secrets” of this family and also loved to play. Shit, she always like a waterfall.

Grandma also had to feed and water. This old slut used to shit on Kohl instead of food. Going out on the balcony to smoke, Kolka, to unprecedented happiness, found on the floor almost a whole, barely begun, bottle of vodka. He was so happy that he immediately drank almost half in one gulp. He smoked and began with ecstasy to imagine how soon they would start the game with an invited old woman, and then, if he was lucky, he would fuck her smelly ass. Kolka was thinking about something else. Under the windows were manholes, where local bums were constantly hanging out. Kolya had been carrying out a plan for a long time, and today it was just the mood to carry it out.

***

Three homeless people fell into the apartment. Lyuska immediately cheered up, seeing three males. Her pussy was itching. She became active, made another half a bucket of rotten potatoes, and took out an inviolable stash in the form of two bottles of the capital.

- Well, where is the one to shit? The old smelly bum asked, and without unwrapping, walked into the living room. - Is that something to crap? - he pointed to the rolling man. - So he is already crap, covered in shit!

- That pull in the trash, and crap me! - Said Kohl, pouring vodka in the glasses.

“Understood, let's do it,” said the homeless man, younger, and immediately received from the old head.

- We'll do something, but will it work out?

Kolka nodded at Lyuska:

- Today this damn thing is yours.

“This is a different conversation,” the homeless man smiled and, lowering his pants, got out a dirty, dirty dick.

For the next hour, Baba Kolyana screamed like slices. So that even the neighbors began to knock on the battery. Finished her straight pussy and mouth. And when the three men enjoyed the female body and drank vodka, they took on Kohl. Let down his pants and shit on his head. Kohl with a smile absorbed the contents of their ass. Chomped so loudly that the neighbors again pounded through the pipes.

Soon the homeless were gone, taking with him the body of Basil. An ordinary family atmosphere reigned in the apartment.

Before going to bed, Kolya decided to start his computer.

The old “Pentium 2” buzzed and sounded. Kolkin had one interest in the world of the Internet - he liked to read erotic stories. This was his second passion. He loved to read about how an old grandfather with a dirty dick fucked the stinky pussy of a rotten grandmother, and the son fucked a fat mommy ... Kolka loved the kukold section, but he didn’t understand BDSM, femdom and submission and humiliation. And especially he did not understand serious stories with a strong plot. Where it is necessary to include brains, where the author has left a hidden meaning in the hope that the reader will find it. Especially he did not like the author under the pseudonym - eric. This son of a bitch slandered the holy !! On man's honor and dignity !! In his stories, men lost their fortune, surrendering to other people. It was all aesthetically beautiful, but Kolka was sick of it! In the stories of this fag were beautiful and well-groomed women, and strong, powerful men. But it was unattractive. His stories completely lacked shit and rotten cunts, and this is already unforgivable. Therefore, Kolka even registered several accounts in order to instruct this reptile “one”. So to him, a goat! So I did not think that he is the coolest! Let him write about shit! Write about shit padla!

Kolka could not write a comment about his desire - he had long forgotten all the letters. In principle, if he had tense up and sat for half a day, he could have expressed his point of view in one or two sentences, but laziness was straining. Yet "edinichki" put big work is not necessary. And to Eric, he sculpted them mercilessly, under his every story. While experiencing the sweet pleasure from the fact that it lowers the rating. He did not read his stories for a long time, but sometimes he still ran over them with a look and then for some reason climbed to his dick and slowly jerked off. Jerking off and sculpted units! Here it is - honesty to itself in its highest manifestation! For nehuy any garbage to write! About how the business squeezed, as lowered later. As a gentleman married couple took into slavery. Like some sucker, one woman gave all his money ... Let him write about shit! Pro-go-but! And about how fuck stinky cunts!

Then the Pentium traditionally hung, and Kolka went to bed. He has never been soiled by so many people in just one evening. And he was happy.