tremble (clothes from the girl had already been removed, except for the constant "loincloth"). The man offered to knead her legs. He poured hot water out of the kettle into a small basin and made her wash her feet, and then he began a massage - he started kneading muscle after muscle with bone after bone. When he reached the calf of the girl, she lay with a smile on her face and whined happily. The “loincloth” slipped off a long time ago, her legs spread apart and Neal could calmly admire the entrance to the virgin cave. Dunya, in blissful half-forgetting, did not notice this. Of course, when she came to herself a little, she instantly came to her senses and grasped her rag protection and shyly covered herself, muttering:

- That is the trouble, what a shame showed, that's the trouble ...

- Dunyasha, what trouble? Well, she showed and she showed ... Did you have a smaller hole there? Or is your fluffy knob bald? Well, check it yourself - everything is in place.

Dunya shoved herself under her “cloak”, but immediately realized that this was a podnka and only said sensitively:

- Oh, you're kidding me, Neal, all the jokes are joking at the defenseless girl!

- Yes, what a joke, Dunyasha? Better come to me, I'll kiss you. As then...

- With tongue?

- With tongue.

This time the kiss was so long and sweet that the girl almost sulled. But an experienced man in time brought her back to reality, quickly dressed and sent back home.

On Saturday, Dunya presented traces of her “sufferings” to the women in the bathhouse. They really looked impressive. One huge “bruise” on the left breast made the envious servants sympathetically shriek.

- Duck, how are you, deushka such a passion that suffered?

- I really don't know deushka, I thought she would tear off my damn booze. However, God spared ... Duck because he then began to grab again - for all the places - Dunya turned around, demonstrating her “injuries”. - Pure beast deushki, pure beast ...

Even the gossip girl-Maruska made a sympathetic grimace. The women made some noise by discussing the okhalnik and the beast, but in a low voice, Nile was all feared like fire. Then one of the older women approached her with consolation:

- What kind of passion you suffer, deushka! So can you do this ... Surrender, than so to disfigure. After all, he doesn’t really like it to you, tear off or cripple something, then nobody will take it exactly.

The women roared together:

- And then, obey deushka, than something to suffer, it is better to live forcedly and not see such passions ...

Even Maruska joined the general choir:

- And that Dunyasha, however, you would have obeyed, than to suffer like this ...

Dunya listened to these tips with a mournful mien, and then with a heavy sigh said:

- Looks like your truth, deushki, will have to surrender to Herod, so that he has neither the bottom nor the tire cover. I'm tired already beaten and tortured to walk ... Only you take pity on me - don't hit on all the corners. All you see is that I am not a fucking walker, but tortured to captivity (Dunya, because of village education, did not know that the expressive word with the letter “b” is obscene)

The women promised to "be kinder" to the unfortunate deushka and gradually dispersed to the bathing.

And Dunya after the bath rushed into the room to the Nile as on the wings. Their simple idea was a success! Now she does not need to spoil the body with bruises, and she can visit Nile indiscriminately in the evenings. She didn’t want to admit this to herself, but the habit of giving her body to man’s gentle hands and lips every day was firmly ingrained in her.

Neal met her as always, gently, sat down for tea, listened to her confused story about the events in the bath, praised her for "artistry." Then he thought about it and said:

- So you came to "submit"?

- Well yes. They read me the whole world persuaded. What should I do, poor girl?

- And how will you submit?

- I do not know. I after all “fool country” as Maruska speaks, I do not understand anything in your city affairs ...

- Well, what if I offer you both of us to undress and lie down together?

- Oh shame ... Are you joking again on Neil Petrovich?

“No, not a joke.”

- So, after all, you will have some fun now, and then I will go to the lugs for a century? No one will take spoiled things ...

- Dunyasha, listen to me carefully. Do you like spending time with me? ... Great. And how do I treat you like that? ... I see. And while all that I did to you gave you pleasure, right? You see now! And your greatest fear is the loss of a hymen ...

- What?

- Well, this is what they tear after the wedding ...

- Whole Che?

- Yes, yes, she is. So what are you most afraid to lose exactly that?

- N-well, yes ... You know how to relate if without a husband, then ... People are called out for a walk ... And for everyone ...

“So Dunyasha, I don’t intend to touch this treasure of yours.” But I promise that if you are an obedient girl and you don’t scream about “shame” every five minutes, you and I will get a lot of pleasure. I emphasize: not only me, but you too. I have a lot of experience and I know what I'm talking about. Well, I agree to this alignment? And in any case, you will remain a virgin.

- By whom?

- Well, honest girl do you think ...

- Look Neil, if you cheat! Drowning after all ...

- Dunyasha, in a month you will laugh at your fears!

A girl with heavy sighs but without resistance allowed herself to strip naked. Covering her crotch, she looked inquiringly at Neal. He took her hand, led her to the bed, threw back the blanket:

- Here, lie down, take a rest.

Dunya, glad of the opportunity to hide behind at least a blanket, immediately dived into bed. Neal, undressed behind the screen, quickly found himself beside her. After giving the girl some warmth, he put his hand on her chest and began to "iron." Dunya blushed, sometimes giggled embarrassed, but it was obvious to everyone that the shameless procedure gave her pleasure.

Having warmed up the girl's body sufficiently, the man moved to the main point: put his hand on the girl's fluffy pubis and covered her mouth with a deep and passionate kiss. Dunya at first jerked, but then softened and barely catching her breath after a kiss, asked timidly:

- What will you do next with me, Nilushka?

- Do not be afraid Dunyasha, no one will offend you. Let's better check your crack!

- Shame on you ...

- Yes, you yourself, with your own hand - what a shame here?

He took the girl's fingers and pressed to the virgin slit:

- Come on, put your fingertips in there!

Then he pulled the girl’s hand out from under the blanket and pressed her palm to her own cheek:

- Well, how?

- Mo-okro. - in a trembling voice answered Dunya.

And the experienced “love lover” already pressed her hand to her chest:

- And how do nipples stick out?

- stick out. - barely audible breathed girl.

- In-from. And that means you want a man!

- Like this?

- Well ... male uh ... organ in his chink.

- So you can not!

- We will not. I will give you pleasure in another way. Just do not kick and shout "shame!". Good?

- L-okay ...

Neil laid the girl on her back, spread her legs to the side, and made her bend and lift up. Then he climbed on top, took his “tool” sticking with a stake with his hand and attached it directly over Duni's sexual lips. Then the unscrupulous okhalnik firmly hugged her, pressed his organ to the virgin hole (without entering it) and began to rub actively about him with his “stake”. The girl gasped in surprise, stiffened, but after a strong kiss she relaxed and subsided. Neil actively continued his shameless actions and after a few minutes she began to tremble and breathe heavily, and after a minute she screamed, then groaned softly and protractedly:

- Ooooh, Nilushka ...

He a little bit poelozil on slits of moisture squirting from the moisture, then slid off the girl's body and stretched out beside him. He waited for the girl to catch his breath and asked:

- Was it good for you, Dunyasha?

- Oh, Nilushka! - the girl suddenly raised herself and clumsily smacked him on the lips. - Oh, you satisfied me ... And I was so stupid, so afraid, so afraid ...

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