- What are you doing? - I babbled. - Do you understand that this is violence against a person?

“You broke into my house to rape my wife, and you still tell me about violence?” - Nikiforov smirked, holding my neck with a claw, with his other hand he poked a gun into my ribs.

Vasya twisted his neck, stretched his lips to the limp member, which was not going to get up. The host of the sausages, that is, to me, was not up to the excitation of the sexual.

“How could I carry my legs!” I asked fate to give me one more chance to prove myself as an unresponsive neighbor.

Nikiforov pushed me with his fist in the back, and I almost fell on Vasya. She completely swallowed my dick in her mouth and moved towards, pressing her nose to the pubic bush.

- Oh, what a dick grew, - Nikiforov commented on my inevitable excitement.

My dick was stretched out, bullied on seventeen centimeters. The head completely crawled out, the skin fell down the trunk. With his free hand, Vasya chased the skin along the trunk, squeezing the penis at the base.

- Well, do you like my wife in the mouth to fuck? - Nikiforov asked with a predatory contentment.

“Yes,” I replied without any emotion, even the fear vanished.

Only stupid oblivion remained. Death no longer seemed an absolute deliverance from all miseries.

“I would like to kill, I would do it right away,” I reflected. - And so wants to torment. Fool! ”

Vasya took a quick chase the trunk, pulling the tongue under the head, looking at me from the bottom with mischievous eyes:

“I told you it’s better not to argue,” she whispered. - Give me the cum, give it back! Do not tolerate! "

She came to taste, a small mouth chasing my head with a tongue, as if it were a chupa-chups, a pen with a manicurer professionally set about issuing.

“That's it, Vasya,” the major urged the young spouse. - Suck this young dick. Do you like it?

“Yeah,” the barren moaned.

- I see what you like. Well, jigit, - he turned to me. - Are you going to finish, or should I stand here all night?

“It's a little left,” I mumbled.

- Heard, Vasilya? Already a little left.

Vasya jumped on the penis like an abnormal one, she twitched her hand.

Wild jerking finally finished me off, and I resolved with streams of week-long abstinence, filled the entire mouth of the fanatical neighbor with long-awaited sperm.

- Like this! - commented Nikiforov process. - Now let's see what kind of quail flew to us.

He took a plastic cup, which stood all this time on the section without work, I just now guessed about its true purpose. Vasya spat out the sperm in a glass - a mouth full of rich pearly effusions.

- Good! - Nikiforov caught fire, putting a glass in the light of the chandelier. I also stared at the liquid that had just left my balls, they were buzzing briskly with the ease of resurrection.

Nikiforov, meanwhile, pulled out a food funnel from the section, knocked Vasya on his back, her hairy vagina ripped up to us like a statue of Liberty. Pink small sponges dispersed to the sides, stretching to the triangular fold, which slightly protruded forward, holding the pearl of the clitoris with a kopyushchik.

The next moment Nikiforov thrust the funnel rod into Vasino's vagina and even flooded my sperm inside.

I didn’t even utter a word, as the contents of my eggs moved to Vasin’s womb.

- Everything, you are free, - Nikiforov smiled.

He pulled out a gun that had been holding it all the time in his right hand.

I closed my eyes: "That's all over!"

There was a click. Slowly opening one eye, then the other, I found myself staring at the light of a lighter.

Nikiforov rude neighing. Vasya, who was lying on the floor in a skirt, joined in with his gentle giggles. I broke into a moronic smile, pulling up pants with jeans.

Shivering in the knees, he was leaving the madhouse. A light of my fate escorted me, trembling at the muzzle of a pistol.

“Idiots,” I grunted as I reached the safe distance.

- Vassenka, now you're happy, right, honey?

- Yes Dear.

I left them to coo with each other, to discuss the nuances of rape, to plan new escapades, to build networks of ideas designed for burdock neighbors. Everything in this performance was disgusting mockery of the will of a person, violating his rights to freedom, smacked of an indestructible desire to communicate with naive neighbors.

"Psychos!" - I was angry under the shower, bursting with either a laugh, or a nervous spasmodic tremor.

Rape is good for me. I immediately got rid of the idiotic romanticism, soaked with mother's milk. In my family, it is not customary to inseminate other people's wives extracorporally, by introducing a food funnel into the uterus, to drain freshly squeezed sperm onto an egg cell.

However, there was a hope that Vasilisa the Wise did not deceive me by telling tales about infertility. All the rubbish that Nikiforovs fed me from the very beginning, starting with external inspection at the entrance, spinning up in daily scenes of violence and ending with creating an image of irreconcilable BDSM neighbors, was reduced to a simple sperm fence for the fertilization of childless Vasya. You see, Andryusha himself is not able to cope with his slutty wife, who is bored at the entrance, who works at a hundred meters in the evenings.

I met her the next day. Vasya was walking along a familiar route, pulled up by a belt, prancing in high boots on a hairpin.

- I'm waiting for you! - She broke into a smile. - You are always accurate as a watch.

“Yes, I am,” I confirmed with a nod the status of the office shuttle.

- Can I talk to you? - Vasya glued me with a frank look, thrust a hand into her elbow.

“You already say,” I slowed down.

- Do not be offended by us, please. We really need to know if I can get pregnant from another man or not, and I immediately liked you, ”she grinned.

- And you did not think that I may not want to participate in your experiments with fertilization?

- We thought, of course. Therefore, Andrei offers you new conditions. You can not pay for renting an apartment if you sleep with me.

“Even so,” I grinned. - And what about the mistress?

- And then we will say to the owner that we could not rent an apartment.

“You think I need money so badly that I am ready to agree?”

“No, but you said you like me,” she licked her parted lips, looked at me with a flashing look.

- I don't like being exploited. What you did, you know, what is the name? Rape!

- After all, it was good for you, not painful, but only pleasant, right?

- Vasya threw me a thoughtful look.

- That's what you think. In fact, I was very scared, and therefore painful.

- Yes, probably, we overdid it, - she was confused. Glimpses of guilt made their way to the surface from under thickly painted flapping eyelashes.

- Well, do you want me to give you pleasure, without Andryusha, of course, just you and me? - she again looked at me with a frankly insidious look of the hunter to someone else's sperm.

My frowning, tired gaze did not foreshadow a long-awaited handout for a neighbor who had filled her lovers, and she realized that it was better to back up. Biting bit, she guiltily fumbled eyes on the sidewalk.

We approached the entrance.

- Remember, you were standing here when I came to watch the apartment? - I asked.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“You didn't stand here by chance, did you?”

- No, - Vasya offendedly pursed her lips.

- And what were the options? - we climbed the stairs of the porch.

- What do you think? If I get pregnant, let it be better from you than from some freak.

- But there is an artificial insemination.

- There is not much to choose. And so, you and Andryusha liked me too.

We went into the elevator.

- What did he like me?

“Well, so polite, gallant,” Vasya made eyes at me, sucking the contours of my profile with a tender loving glance .... Read more →