and grated. He somehow somehow manages to arrange that the girls from him do not grunt and get married and then leave without shame. Do you think, Che, he has such a young filly first? Oh, he traveled ... They say even our lady ... Well, of course when I was younger. But about this - shh ..., be silent, otherwise they will be sent to the stable under the rod. And Neal will not help.

The next day, Neal again, in the absence of Agafya, went to the courtroom. He did not sneak up, but openly approached and smiled at the girl:

- Hello, Dunyasha!

- And you health, uncle ... That is, Nil Petrovich!

- What are you doing in the evening Dunyasha?

- In human with the girls I sit ...

- And what are you doing there?

- Nothing ... We brush and brush each other's hair.

- Do you want a drink of tea with printed cakes?

- Who does not want?

“Then come to my room in the evening.” Do you know where is it?

- They showed ...

- Well, will you come?

- Stra-Ashno ...

- Do not be afraid, I will not rape you. You and I will all have a good time, I promised! Will you come?

Dunya with red cheeks and ears just silently nodded her head.

In the evening, with a beating heart, she made her way into the “closet” of the all-powerful Nile. She quietly scratched at the door, but he immediately heard her and opened the door, dragged the girl into the room by the arm. The room, an area of ​​about fifteen meters, was occupied by a table with two chairs, a wardrobe and a large double bed. However, for Dunya, this was all a wonder - she didn’t know anything more beautiful than the bench-stitched shops and unpainted tables from ashlar. The room was lighter, much lighter than in the human. The lighting was a large kerosene lamp, covered from above with big-bellied glass.

Neil led Dunya to the table and sat down on a chair.

- Well, that's great Dunyushka, that did not get sick, came. Now I will treat you.

He took a vase and a plate of treats from a cabinet on the wall, and from a small hearth heated in a corner he removed a copper teapot and set it on a patterned metal stand. The procedure of brewing tea, then pouring it over the porcelain (man's!) Cups seemed to the girl a sacred act. When Neal pulled out large pieces of sugar and pinned smaller slices with forceps, Dunya even held her breath. In their village, they drank tea, especially with sugar, only in the richest houses. The rest did lime flowers and honey (who was, of course).

The man put a cup with a fragrant drink in front of her, pushed the vases with sugar and gingerbread. True, they were printed, that is, cast into special forms and different animals and incomprehensible inscriptions were depicted on them (Dunya, of course, was illiterate).

The girl slowly came to herself, pushed the cup, drank, took a piece of sugar in her mouth and began to suck.

- Yes, why are you his pieces? Let's pour it into your cup, stir it with this spoon and immediately drink it sweet!

Tea drinking was delayed - Neal taught the girl manners of behavior at the table, told about the appointment of various serving items. Finally, with a sigh, Dunya leaned back in her chair and looked at the man:

- Thanks for the treat Nil Petrovich!

- Yes, it is not necessary Petroviches, I told you: how will we be alone, call me Neal!

- Well ... Neil.

- That's fine. Now let's talk about you. You are a young girl, beautiful, delicious ...

- What?

- Well, drool on you, many are allowed. Is it clear? Here it is. And who will intercede? Only I have such power here. I will say a word - no one will suit you.

“And what will you demand from me ... Neal, for your spade?” After all, I have nothing but girlish honor and nothing ...

- Yes, do not be afraid of me Dunyasha. I am experienced in these matters ... Your girlhood is not going anywhere. And you will get married and you will be honest with your husband.

- What about ...

- But listen to me. You have some breasts - big and elastic.Now, if you let me touch them and stroke them, will there be nothing terrible?

“So it’s just like that, but what a fucking uncle ... that is, Nil ...”

- Dunyasha, why, then your whole “shame” when you are crushed in public, and we are one on one, I will touch, stroke, no one will know ...

- Well, if so ... Just look ... Neal, if anyone finds out, because the women of the world will live with me ...

- Nobody will know! And women ... I will shut up their mouths, there is a government on them. Well. agree?

- Duck from me, what do you want? Here I am, all here.

That's fine. You sit quietly, do not twitch and do not cry out loudly. I won't hurt you ...

He took Dunya by the hand, led him to the edge of the bed, and pressing his shoulder forced him to sit down. Then he sat down next to him and began to stroke lightly on the head. Dunya sat tensely, waiting for a trick. But the man was still gently stroking her on the back, shoulders, arms. Neil, seeing that she had relaxed a little, placed a large pillow under her back.

- That's how Dunyasha, lean on, rest on a soft ...

He sat down again beside him, but he no longer stroked the back, but the front end. Dunya again slightly stiffened, but the male hand slid over her body almost without stopping. Approaching the lower abdomen of the girl, the hand stopped and went up again. Dunya, reclining on a soft pillow, even began to feel a little pleasure - no one had ever so gently stroked it, even her own mother.

With plenty of rest, Neal leaned toward her and said in a whisper:

- And now breast, and Dunyasha?

The girl reddened slightly, nodded silently. The man put his hand on one chest, then on the other. He didn’t even think to hurt them as she expected. Slightly shook and removed his hands.

- Dunyasha, give the gate a little unfastening to you, otherwise you will not feel anything through the dress ...

- I'm afraid Neal ...

- But after all, I only touch the bottom of my shirt, what is there to be afraid of?

Little by little, Dunya yielded to persuasion and allowed her to undo the top hooks of her "masterly" dress. Nil, stretched the upper part of the bodice and in one motion “released” the girl’s breasts to the outside. But they, as he had promised, were chastely covered with their undershirts.

Reaching the desired items, the man began to stroke and squeeze them bolder, and then suddenly began to kiss the Dunya nipples. Through the thin fabric of the underside, the men's kisses felt quite well. The girl almost cried out in surprise, but the cautious okhalnik in time put his hand on her mouth.

- Hush, Dunyasha, do not be afraid little, I will not hurt you ... Let me just kiss your breasts ...

The girl was sitting with a beating heart: an adult unfamiliar man squeezed and kissed her breasts, and she felt that she was pleased! Still would! In general, no one else ever kissed Dunya (except for Easter Christening). She found that her breasts react to these kisses by the appearance of hot goosebumps that go to the sides of the stomach and run off to the very bottom ...

Having smoothed over and having kissed, Neil finally slightly bitten Dunin’s upright nipples, from which she published some half-half-half-slips. Then he helped the girl shove her breasts into place and fasten hooks.

- Well, Dunyasha, did I hurt you? Was it hurt or bad?

- Thanks ... Neil, I'm not offended by anything ...

- Will you come back tomorrow?

- Yes, I would not mind ... Only here are women ... I will come late now ...

“I told you, no one will dare to blather!” And about me - scold and complain!

- Like this?

- Well, say, okhalnik supposedly old, sticks, feels, squeezes, wants to slacken from the wide world ... Well, how do you like women? What should I learn? Do you understand?

- Understood, Neil ... But why is that? You did not hurt me, on the contrary ...

- So as not to envy you. If they find out that I am with you "affection" and not a "tasco" - they will come out with black envy! Do you understand?

- Got it ...

- Well, go with God! I'm waiting for tomorrow.

When Dunya came to the human, she expected oblique views, but nobody paid any attention to her. Only Maruska, already going to bed in a whisper, asked:

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