Her hand slid under her elbow again, this time Vasya fumbled at the waist, wrapped her arms around me from behind. “So big, sweet,” she whispered languidly.

I grinned, covering my eyelids. She was rakish, excited and playful.

“I still don’t like it when they use me,” I tore off her hand, indicating the proper place for ladies ’hands.

“If I get pregnant, we’ll call our son Dima, in honor of you,” Vasin’s beaming, pleasing eyes opened wide as always during frank confessions.

“You are barren,” we arrived at the fifth floor and got out of the elevator.

- No one knows FIFT-FIFT. I once had a failed abortion. Doctors say there are chances.

- How long have you been with Andrew? - I meant “live”, but Vasya wrapped the ending in her own way:

- Fuck? More than a year. So we thought that we need to connect additional resources.

“And the choice fell on me,” I finished the sad story.

- Well, not really, - Vasya grinned.

We already stood in the waiting room. Nikiforova apparently was not at home, otherwise I doubt that Vasya would have started the whole conversation.

- Not really? - I asked.

“You chose me too,” Vasya turned on the languor in her voice again. She clung to me with her whole body, stretched her lips to her face with her lips, and I suddenly wanted to kiss her wildly.

I looked into plump red lips, sweet-smelling fudge, opened towards my heart. Vasin eyelids, half-let out, promised a fabulous adventure. I clung to the sweet lips, and Vasya sucked me with pomp, got involved in the fight of blood and flesh.

“I want you,” she moaned as we severed our tongues and lips for a second.

She rubbed on my groin, sat down on her knee with her unshaven vagina, which I still remember from our joint night.

- And what about Andrei? - I looked cautiously at the door leading to the elevator.

“He will only be in favor,” she stared into my eyes, challenging me.

“Well, let's go then,” I said uncertainly, opening the door to my apartment.

We quickly threw off all our clothes and jumped into bed.

Vasino's thin body lurched beneath me. My member, poured steel, plowed one furrow, the second, until finally stuck in the hairy current gap. Bob bent under me and took to the end. I didn't even take care of the condom, so I wanted her. She folded her ankles behind me, stuck to me like a mountain climber to a rock. Taking off for a strike, I actually lifted her. She could not otherwise twitching towards. Her saliva-filled face filled with the insane lustful glitter of brown eyes, twisted lips were constantly searching for my tongue.

“Cum into me, I beg you,” she moaned wildly in my ear when I went down to the side. I beat her hips widely, delivering the head of the penis right into the uterus, where the vagina ended and the narrow neck of the jug began. It was there that I thrust the head of the penis, with each viscous sucking penetration, adhering to Vasin's vessel. She first huddled in orgasm. Like a wild cat, she sang in a sweet voice. Her prolonged moan of March, familiar to me by dozens of modulations, rushed into my ear. Claws scratched her back, her heels scored on the buttocks. I myself, twice as much as her, hit her, reaching the last meters of the distance. He drove a bayonet into the neck of a jug and no longer took it out.

Seed stormy streams rushed along the stone member, jets flying into Vasilisinu uterus, filling her vessel to the brim.

“Yes, like this,” Vasya, distraught with lust, sang beneath me. - Cum in me, cum.

I disappeared into it, stuck to her hairy pubis and stayed inside for a long time while the kitty under me caressed the new territory of love.

After sex, Vasya, filled with hopes of joining the family, rode away to her. I stayed to contemplate the fall of Olympus.

“How low I fell,” I reproached myself for weakness. - She just waved her finger, and I immediately agreed.

I had no choice but to start collecting things. Seeding someone else's wife for rent was not part of my plans. I was looking for solitude, freedom, rest.Nikiforov deprived me of hope for a brighter future, raped, seduced, subjugated.

“There is no forgiveness for them and never will be,” I muttered mentally to myself, stuffing my bag to the eyeballs.

Nikiforov returned from work. This time he was affectionate with his wife. Almost did not bullshit and did not call her obscenely. Only slaps and sweet Vasya's moans were heard. She was probably still filled with my sperm, when the major's seed with delicate icing lay on top, mixed with mine.

I left with my tail between my legs, taking with me a few possessions.

“There is no happiness for me in this house,” I sadly contemplated a cozy empty apartment, which instantly came to an initial desolation, as soon as I just collected my things.

“Good luck,” Mom will say.

"Seven woes - one answer," - the father adds.

And only my brother, the unfriendly one, will leave behind the surrendered traveler:

"Good riddance".

After two days of silence, Nikiforov deigned to ask me on the phone:

- Where have you gone?

“I will not rent your apartment again.”

“I understand, it's a master's business,” he, it seems, didn’t regret a bit about the spent divorce efforts. - So maybe you hand over the keys?

- Yes, I will come the other day, I said absently.

Until the end of the deadline there was a lot of time. I didn’t need to seed anyone else, so I calmly sat on the parent’s grubs. In the evenings I played chess with a computer, listened to music, enjoyed the rustling of voices in the kitchen.

My parents took my return as a sign from above.

“The first pancake is lumpy,” said mom.

- Well, with the initiative you, son, - winked father. - I also wanted to run away when I was young.

But my brother, my heart, more than the others, struck me with concern for his neighbor:

- If you want, you can live with us. The room is free, Katya is not against. You do not smoke and do not drink. The three of us will be more fun, - he winked, like his father, with the same roguish squint.

“Thank you,” I smiled sourly in response. - But I already lived with my neighbors.

I didn’t go into details about the adventures of torment, but my relatives found my explanation as an acceptable excuse for returning home.

So I sat on the ass for another week, getting used to the forgotten charms of the father's house. Finally, I was bored with pulling tires, and I set off for the calculation.

It was Saturday. The March sun shone brightly, the long-awaited snow, freshly fallen, tickled the kids with bare palms and nerves. They rolled the woman, shouted in the park like crazy. I walked to hand over the keys.

Yurky ferret sneaked into the waiting room, silently shut the door behind him. I did not want to meet with Nikiforov. It was necessary only to make sure that there was nothing left in my apartment, to throw the keys in the waiting room and run away, escorting the escape with a prudent text message.

I silently opened the door and immediately felt an unfamiliar presence, scattered everywhere in the form of other people's things and smells.

He made a couple of uncertain steps along the corridor, opened the door leading to the hall.

Vasya sat on the floor naked, giving a blowjob to an unknown guy, also completely naked. I was staring at them. They stopped in turn, staring at me.

So we remained in each other's memory, because the next moment I threw a modest “sorry” and tiptoed out of the apartment, leaving a bunch of keys hanging on a clove in a waiting room.

Andryusha Nikiforov will find them and pass them on to the newly minted lover, hired to experiment on a childless spouse.

“Every gypsy praises his mare,” his mother would say.

“A mare is not a horse, but a woman is not a man,” the father will confirm.

And only my brother bezbashenny zalilyetsya inevitably vile laughter, hearing the story of one seduction:

- Chill out Vasya! - he will slap me on the brotherly shoulder, in order to add a sneaky later: - The wedge is knocked out with a wedge, and you do not grieve!