necessary for the conduct of artwork: brushes, paints, pens with poster pens, set unfinished tablet. All this could, in a matter of seconds, imitate the interrupted work of the designer.

After the camouflage actions Bolshakov and Kalinina followed the shelves, where, in the shadow of the curtains closed, there was a large stationery table. The soldier took off his belt, hung it on the crossbar of the nearest rack, and waited for Elena Pavlovna to unbutton his pants, get the disheveled “Kid” and do the blowjob.

Even without the help of women's lips, the penis was already standing with a steel stake, but the captain’s wife needed to warm up herself, to feel that she, too, had flowed and was ready to copulate.

Blowjob followed, the woman lay down on the table and spread her legs.

No other caresses, no words about love. As in the hospital ward. He is a donor. She is a patient. Go!

Begins a slow missionary fucking.

Kalinin was given not all. She did not allow herself to kiss, knead her buttocks, touch her breasts hidden under her bra. Saved these parts of the body for her husband.

The conditions of the “ritual” were agreed upon by Elena Pavlovna already on the second meeting with the “Kid”, and were carried out by the partner without violations. Both sides acted, almost mechanically. He lay on it and moved down the vagina. Roundtrip.

She pressed the fucker with her legs and short jerks, podmahivala from the bottom up.

Gradually, from the thought that fucking with a stranger man, led the woman to orgasm.

Choking with pleasant sensations, Elena Pavlovna calmed down (Bolshakov did not stop), and began to doubt "Is she doing the right thing? ..."

“I am so ashamed ...” she said to breathless Bolshakov. - You can not even imagine how bad it is to feel like a whore! ..

She pushed the soldier away from herself, covered the wet crotch with the hem of her dress and looked somewhere in the direction of the rack where the belt hung. - In time to strangle ...

Bolshakov, not hiding a member sticking out, stood and looked into the face of his beloved. And I thought: “How is it possible that such a lovely mouth could suck a dick that has been in the ass ?!”

- To live with the thought that you are cheating on your husband is unbearable! ... - the captain, continuing to look in the direction of the belt.

“Pull it off, or what? - thought Bolshakov. - According to the pope!

- You came just in time?

- Not yet.

- Then come on again ...

...

Feeling that her uterus was finally filled with sperm, Elena Pavlovna, "so that it does not immediately leak out ...", continued to lie on her back and quietly remember about shame, "wrong betrayal" and, "how can I live after IT ?!”

- What is there to guess? Live as you lived! - advised Bolshakov.

- It is wrong to give to anyone ...

- Not to anyone, but only to me.

- And you ... too ashamed ... I am probably the most depraved woman in the whole garrison. Surrendered not to her husband, it means - whore! - stubbornly repeated Elena Pavlovna.

- So, not for lust. And in order to have a baby, ”Bolshakov reminded.

- Anyway, ashamed!

When Bolshakov was bored with these lamentations, he was moved by an imperturbable "I".

“You are ashamed, baby,” he said, lying on the table to Kalinena, “because you think:“ I am the only one in the garrison.

“Probably,” Kalinina sighed heavily.

- So, you need to make someone pohlesh themselves, - said "I"

- What is it like?

“Put one of your girlfriends under me.” One that does not have to shove to give birth. Let her legs spread for fun. When this happens, the thought that you are the worst, you will disappear forever.

Kalinina’s black eyebrows crawled up in surprise.

- How is it for you?

- No, you can, of course, for someone else, but you can find out the details only if I do it.

- Ugh, how disgusting! And, not fair ...

- But effective! - I said".- Well, let's continue.

- One more time? - he looked at the "I", thinking that it was Bolshakov. - Good! But, only once, and that’s it!

- Why?

- I decided. We had six sessions. Let's stop at seven. And the number is good, and I’m sure what happened ... - said Elena Pavlovna, settling down on the table more comfortably.

She lay, slightly spreading the satin thighs half-hidden hem colorful dresses. The beautiful head in a frame of wavy hair looked at the partner in an emphasis. The determination of this woman could be envied. But for “I”, who replaced Bolshakov, her dedication did not matter.

- So, I decided to call it off? - asked "I", hanging over the woman lying on the table. He slowly, he removed the hem of the dress to the side and stroked the opened pussy. - Then, for fidelity, apply the most effective method.

- This is what? - Elena Pavlovna became alert, simultaneously pleading with gentle touches to the sensual clitoris and tight lips.

- The method, tested by the people, - “I” inserted two fingers between Elena Pavlovna’s sexual lips at once and began to move them like a member. - This method is called “Stay fucking with me!”

From the word "fuck" Elena Pavlovna jerked a little, but remembered that it is found even in Sholokhov's novel and calmed down. Ugly, but, nevertheless - a literary word.

- Are you ready for fucking debauchery? - switched to the loud whisper tempter. - Let's start?

“If you have the strength left ...” the librarian breathed heavily.

- I have a goal! - I said". - Make you a child. You, for his sake, raskoryachilas on this table?

Elena Pavlovna did not like the word or the tone of the partner. She frowned again and tried to get up.

- In vain angry, - held her "I". - If you want to have children, little pussy substitute. It is necessary to fuck in all poses. Become a cancer! So the uterus will be closer to the prick and conception is guaranteed.

- Ugh! How rough...

Without letting her finish, “I” dumped tight, melon-like melons and delicate breasts out of her branded woman’s bra, pulled her partner to the floor and, clasping her tits with strong fingers, put the captain on all fours near the table legs.

- Memorize this fucking pose, baby! - purred "I", thrusting, rearing member, into the heated officer.

Helen tried to escape. But the hands grasping the chest and the phallus between the legs made it ineffective ...

Before fucking a cancer-set librarian, “I,” listened, would there be any objections from the patron?

Bolshakov was silent.

- That's the same! - grinned fucker.

And his member busily moved in the depths of the female vagina. The male's hip movements accelerated, and soon the woman, inflamed by such pumping, ceased to resist. Vomiting, she relaxed and swam in the next orgasm. The squishy sounds of a full-fledged fuck are complemented by the scent of female secretions and male semen.

- You, okay, my chick? - leaned towards the thrown back head Lenochka, not stopping lover.

The standing cancer Elena Pavlovna, breathed something not articulate ...

- Maybe this portion of salt in your mouth?

The captain shook her head negatively.

- Let's go there ... - she moaned.

- Where? In the pussy?

- In pussy ...

- From the pis write, and we fuck. So where to pour molofyu?

- There! - almost shouted Elena Pavlovna.

- Maybe on your back? ..

- In the pussy merge, fool, uncouth! ..

“I would have said so at once,” breathed the “I” and, having sped up the whole length of the dick, suddenly squeezed in that there were strength, stopped, rolled his eyes and, with a long moan, began to pour the sperm accumulated in the eggs into the very depth of the captain. ..

- Want me to have you more?

- Yes ... - the woman moaned, losing her mind, in a cascade of short orgasms unprecedented for her.

- In all holes?

- Yes...

- Say: "Fuck me in all holes." And don't forget to add “Please.”

- These are not good words ...

- I repeat. If you want to continue, forget about the ban on bad words.

- What are you teaching me, bastard? ..

- Damn it! You want a baby, don't you?

- Want...

- Then say "Fuck me in all holes, please!"

- You are ... fucking me ...

- A polite word?

- You are welcome.

“I” moved a member in Elena Pavlovna's hot cave. She reacted passionately podmahivaniem.

- Well done, hot girl. What about her husband? You haven't betrayed him before? - asked "I", in a sadistic way suspending movement.

The woman, whining, tried to move independently on the penis.

- Why are you silent? - the tempter did not move. - Can conscience tortured?

- Oh, do not stop, sack! - howled Kalinin.

"I" triumphantly looked at Bolshakov: "Kayfuy, bro, while I work!"

“Louder,” he told Elena Pavlovna.

- Ebi, you bastard! - the captain's wife screamed at the top of her voice.

- Let's. Something obscene.

- I do not know...

- Remember, everything that somewhere heard, saw, read ...

- Fuck your mother! ... OK? ..

- Come down. Let's. Say you're a nipple.

- I'm a nipple ...

- Still, the same.

- Soldier bedding ...

- Say you're a whore. - “I” with a jerk pulled Elena Pavlovna to himself, plunged into her to the full depth and set a frantic rhythm.

- I'm a whore! - Elena Pavlovna jerked on huyu.

- Fuck disinterested. I give to everyone who asks ...

- Fuck disinterested. I give to everyone who ... ahhhh ...! - A new orgasm covered Kalinenoy's fragile body.

- Well, now, hold on! - warned "I".

Taking advantage of the fact that the body of the partner, because of the orgasm, temporarily went limp, he put a pout towards the virgin ring of the anus, smeared with milky and feminine discharge, and pressed "Baby" into the close inside of the rectum of Elena Pavlovna.

The library premises were announced by the male's triumphant cry and the howling of an intelligent librarian strung on a soldier member ...