His belly rubbed on his back, a sharp prickly member squirming into the vagina, quickly gathering determination for the final throw.

Katya's thoughts were in a cozy room at home. She was hiding under a blanket, under a bed, she didn’t come out when her name was, she merged with darkness so that she was not visible.

Ganichev grunted sighs, his belly pressed harder on his back and ass. The cock twitched faster into the vagina, squirting the seed.

- Give, I once again, - Andrey has returned from a waiting room to take the initiative.

Kate was lying motionless, turning her head to the wall. Having lost control, she refused to show desire. Even the desire to escape was hidden in a dark room.

Andrei finished again, Max came and, for a long time, diving with a thick dick, fiddling with slaps and grunting, until he also caught up with another animal orgasm.

Katya was finally left alone, returned to the table. Kate was lying motionless, then slowly got up and went to the women's dressing room. She was driven by shock, by grief, by humiliation. She quickly pulled jeans, sweatshirt, sweater, socks. Panties and bust were lying somewhere in the steam room, but she would not go there now to look for them. Buttoning her down jacket, pulling on her hat and shoes full of holes, she went to the exit. I was still dizzy, my ears were ringing.

Drunken naked bodies were lying on the couch. Nobody paid attention to Katya. In addition to Lena, she, having escaped from the embrace of one of her lovers, rushed to the jacket.

“Hey, friend,” she whispered. - Are you leaving already? On here, your half - she handed Kate folded in half dollars.

Katya instinctively squeezed money in her hand, opened the door a little and went to the stairs. Frosty air hit in the face. Going upstairs, she felt her body ache, dancing before her eyes subsided. Night velvet sky covered consciousness hopelessness. She ran through the snow, strayed from the path, reached the yard drive, went out into the street, brightly lit by yellow lanterns. Near was a bus stop and a depot.

I have to go to the police, she thought wistfully. Having imagined for a moment the whole horror of the shame, as they would test her for alcohol, she immediately released this thought, and tears of insult filled her eyes. She herself was to blame for what happened, Katya thought. Nobody forced her to get drunk and go to the sauna. It is better to forget this shameful episode, strike it out of life once and for all and not remember it. If a brother has not seen, then let him not know better.

Money held in a fist in his pocket, reminded of themselves. Kate got them, unfolded.

“Two hundred dollars,” she counted four fifty-five bills.

The fist clenched to pain in the knuckles, crumpled pieces of paper flew into the snow.

“Put your money in your ass,” she bellowed, wiping the sleeves with gushing tears.

After standing for another five minutes, she calmed down. The last flight of the bus was in no hurry to leave the depot, Katya froze in the cold.

There would have been a telephone, she thought wistfully.

Money in the compacted snow rolled over with a breeze. Kate could not stand it and picked them up. Tears made eyes again.

The bus driver started the engine, slowly drove out of the depot, drove the front door to Kate, but she darted to the middle one and moved to the end of the cabin.

Only as she approached the house, Katya finally put her thoughts in order. It will not buy new shoes, because winter will end soon.

“But an inexpensive phone can and even needs to be bought,” she set herself up.

You can't tell anyone, but tomorrow she will buy birth control pills in the morning, drink three at once. So it will be safer. And then she goes and checked for AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases.

As if hearing her anxiety, which passed into sluggish calm, Katino's body relaxed, her abdomen pulled and let go.

Katya suddenly felt that thick mucus leaves the vagina abundantly, guessed about her nature and, with her head down on her knees, burst into tears in the sleeve.

Still waters run deep. My sister, Olya, quietly and sweetheart, developed in a regular secondary school, met a boy, one, the second. Further kisses, the case did not go, I naively believed. She has always been secretive in this regard. I walked down the street, came to eleven, flushed, my eyes were burning. Mom worried only one thing:

“Do you even take drugs there?” - she peered with inquisitiveness of the inspector into the intoxicated sight of the sister.

“No,” she smirked.

- Show elbows.

Olya rolled up her sleeves.

“Now the pills are swallowed,” I muttered sleepily, arms akimbo against the wall.

“Teach more,” mom frowned. - Do not smoke? - asked Oli.

“No,” she continued to smile.

- Breathe.

She exhaled.

- Why does he carry on smoking?

- In the elevator smoked.

“And yes, exactly,” mother rejoiced at the explanation. - Shurik from the ninth floor slandered. When he dies at last. All right, my children, I go to bed, you also do not sit long in front of the computer. And then my eyes get sick.

Mom shuffled into a toilet in a nightie, Olya and I, grinning at each other, went through the rooms.

I didn’t like its mysteriousness, too many questions left daily hangs on the street and still the devil knows where.

Still waters run deep. Understanding the true nature of my sister, entertaining and unexpected, came, one might say, by chance during a joint sauna trip in the company of my friends.

There were eight of us, four guys, four girls. Celebrated the birthday of Denis Nechaev. Olya, as a recent graduate, asked for the fourth girl to balance our microsocium. In addition, the hero of the day himself had long glanced toward the beautiful sister, hesitating to even ask for a name.

- Do you like Olya? - I laughed at Denis.

- Does she have a boyfriend? - he smiled, biting his lips.

- Of course have.

We were standing on the bus, seeing with our sister, who was prancing in her skirt, stockings, and slippers in the side of the subway. I did it with such an important look, as if the whole world revolves around her alone.

“She's awesome,” sighed Denis. - Already decided where to go?

- Yeah, international relations.

Dony snort, I laughed.

Olya was an ambitious goat, while far from excellent. When everyone drank in the sauna, relaxed, and appreciated the nuances of the physique, I learned firsthand, that is, from her that she had failed the exam.

“So, Vitya,” she said in a stranded tongue. - I will go to work in communication salon.

“But you can still go to another university,” I said.

We sat in the steam room, the guys went out, leaving us alone.

“I don’t want another one,” she said irritably, got up from the bench, and the graceful little cat slipped out the door.

This was all Olya: a stubborn goat, spontaneous, businesslike, wayward, hysterical. When I returned to the table, there was already a game in full swing.

We agreed to bathe in swimming trunks and swimsuits. The girls came in a bikini, additionally turned around with a towel. When it became hot and the alcohol smoothed the roughness of communication, the towels were left to lie in the rest room. Now all seven people played strip cards.

“Vitya, come with us,” cried Dyon, excited by the game. - Lena, give it to him too.

I thumped on the bench, guessing Lena’s naked boobs, exotically hanging over the table, what rates were in question. Played on desire or on the removal of one item of clothing - the choice of the loser. For the losing girl, the desire was made by the first out player, for the guy, respectively, the first guy. Someone suggested such conditions in the hope that a women's coalition was formed, and they would not wish their own bad. But something went wrong.

In the first round, the loser Dime Matsura was offered to lick his fingers on Lena's legs or to part with swimming trunks. Lena did not object, so we all watched with interest as Lena, having rinsed her foot in the basin she had brought, ... Read more →