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suck. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about a farting creature nearby, but as soon as I tried to climb up to Nyura, the riser disappeared. Twenty minutes later, Masha dawned on him: “First, let me, and we will put a pillow on her face”. So we did, in about five minutes, when I was ready to finish, I closed my eyes, sharply jumped out of Masha and groped her sister to the touch. "Gyyygygygagyyygy." - deafly heard in response.

I felt like a pioneer hero at the time of the ahuic torture of incandescent metal, I gritted my teeth, I tried to imagine something beautiful and could not, but bravely continued to fuck. Suddenly, Nyura's body began to shiver, she was numb and she began to shout something inarticulate. I was frightened and opened my eyes, there was no pillow, but a contented moaning face looked at me, with gurgling bubbles on my lips and, with a small snot protruding from my nostrils. I vomited. And here this monster doused me with a powerful stream of urine, and when I tried to get off her, she tightly grabbed me by the shoulders. I never suspected that the downs possess such physical strength, I just could not do anything, although from the second class I was engaged in the classic struggle. Having sifted, Nyura began to shit, and in the passage there were some sounds. Masha ran out "quickly to see who there still pinned." “It's fucked up,” I thought, and I fucked my forehead against the hated snout, but this did not weaken her grip at all, she clung to me even more and screamed like a sliced ​​pig while continuing to shit.

The parents of Nyura, her grandmother, uncle (local policeman) and some other dick with a balalaika entered slowly into the room. The last Masha came in, with a completely blank face.

- Oh, you are my clear-eyed girl, oh, how grievous are you! - mother squealed, - What are you, Sirzhenka, are you a cursed hero, you have done something with our girl? We are to you as to your own!

The “bright-eyed girl”, with a bleeding abrasion on her face, stopped crying and left my elbow so that I flew out of bed.

“The criminal act is there, lad, fucked up to you, the 117th, I swear on the honor of the uniform, bitches,” said my uncle. - Do you know what they are doing to the rapists in the area? Oooo. Then you and the witnesses, and the evidence - he pointed to a bunch of shit, so, in any case, it seemed to me.

Chairman Pavel Egorych all this time stood with such a face that he was ready to leave me without eggs at any moment. I looked at Masha, and I wanted to cry, - she smiled, no, she did not just smile, she touched, but “about herself”, and we both understood that. I grabbed the master blanket and began to wash the shit off.

Suddenly, Yegorych gave me his weary tractor tractor palm and hoarsely said: “Welcome to our family, Sergey! Of course decide yourself, you live! We will always be glad to see you, the guy you seem to be not bad, your arms and legs are in place. ”

“You have two days, Gray, for reflection ...” the district policeman sarcastically added. I jumped out of this stink and ran home.

Grandfather Anton was sitting on the porch and smoking: “Che, granddaughter, is Masha good, but not ours ?!”. Old dick, I have a whole life downhill, and he jokes fucking. We went into the hut, sat down on a bench, and I told him everything from beginning to end. He listened attentively, chewing on his lips, constantly inserting the phrase "Is it like." “What did you do then?”

- What should I do now? - shakes me nipadetski.

Grandfather grinned:

- Every creature, fuck the fuck, God see, pretty send ... Oh ... Cows seem to be driven. - got up, groaned and left the hut. Dick old. I slept only in the morning, and, I must say, with bad thoughts.

The next day, when Nyura, according to tradition, came to our yard, grandfather Anton got a double-barreled gun out of the attic, came very close to my famed bride and shot at her good-natured smiling face. Having reloaded his gun, he whistled softly and headed towards the chairman's house.

Forgiveness of the resurrection.

I stood on the balcony and looked at the raindrops sliding on the glass. On the street, like little cockroaches, little men bustled about, trying to hide from the shower that surged upon them. It was a bit sad. A boring doorbell distracts me from sad thoughts.

On the landing there was a wet and gloomy Slavik holding a package with the logo of a popular supermarket chain. Through polyethylene, the silhouettes of the two pollitrovok clearly shone through. I stepped aside, letting him inside.

- Where is yours? He asked, looking around.

- To the mother I used to wind up - I vaguely waved my hand somewhere to the side, passing into the kitchen.

Having followed me, Slavik put on the table two bottles of vodka and a bag of crackers with the taste of crab. In response, I dialed a mug of water from the tap, took out a processed cheese from the refrigerator and took out two glasses from the cabinet. While I was pouring vodka, Slavik looked thoughtfully at his palms smeared with fuel oil for a long time, when he didn’t booze, he worked in a car repair shop. After a bit of internal struggle, he still jumped toward the bathroom to wash them.

“Mine is here,” I pointed to the sink littered with dirty dishes. “The faucet broke in the bathroom.

Rubbing his paws about the towel, and leaving dirty stains on him, as if they had just wiped the eggs of several miners who had left the face, Slavik somehow wilted. Then he drank a glass, twisted the salt shaker in his hands in the shape of a hare with a broken ear, rose and blurted out in one breath,

- I fucked your Zinka.

- In the ass? - for some reason I asked.

“No ... usually ... in my pussy,” he eased a little, “well, and in his mouth too ... a little bit,” he added after a short pause.

- And confessed nahuya? - I clarified, filling one more glass and automatically stroking my head, apparently in search of horns.

- Well, so forgiven Sunday. It is laid. And you must forgive too. Such a tradition - Slavik shyly took my eyes off me.

- Cho in kind?

- Yeah.

We were silent for a while. My soul was foul. We were friends with Slavik from the second class, and I did not expect such a betrayal from him. The sensation was as if someone's long curly hair had been discovered on a plate with aspic. I never would have thought that the betrayal of loved ones could hurt so much. In fact, even wanted to cry. Like when I was six years old, when my cousin Vovka Golovin, instead of candy, slipped a shit wrapped in a candy wrapper.

- Did you lick her pussy? - I asked to somehow support the interrupted conversation. For some reason I was ashamed to ask him about a point.

Slavik nodded awkwardly and turned away, hiding his eyes.

- Liked?

- Yeah.

“I like it too,” I felt some kind of spiritual affinity with Slavik. Still, it’s not every day that you communicate with a person who can discuss the taste of your spouse's pussy with you, this is kind of related in its own way. “I also like it when she puts my finger in the ass ... average,” I continued enthusiastically, remembering the most the bright moments of our intimate life with Zinka, but Slavik looked at me strangely somehow, and, having paused, changed the subject, - ... so what will we do next?

The newly appeared hero-lover, hesitated a little, squeezed out,

- Zinka to me, probably, will leave, you will not be offended?

I agreed. Still, forgiveness Sunday, fuck. Although I did not want to part with Zinka. We have lived with her for four months, and she fucked cucumbers and cooked Ukrainian borscht. Besides, I just recently presented her with a new print nightie for the eighth of March.

- You will have to exchange the apartment, - Slavik, with a view of the fascist occupier in the Belarusian hut, prudently looked at the situation, rubbing the wallpaper on the wall with his fingers - but you do not worry, you will live at my dacha first time, we are kents. We'll leave the telly to you, I have a fridge too, and it's not far to the city, half an hour by bicycle. Everything will be fine.

"Really. It’s stupid to be upset about this shit now. ” - I thought, shaking off the jersey remnants of crumb from crackers and drinking drunk vodka with warm water from a mug.

***

I dragged the corpse of Slavik into the bathroom and threw it near the corpse of Zinka, who confessed in the morning that I sucked my boss at the post office.The rain on the street did not stop, watering everything around. Having taken a hacksaw on metal on the balcony, I began to systematically carve the bodies, trying not to damage the yellow tile. From the process I pulled the phone call. Wiping my blood-stained hands on the leotard, I looked at the screen and replied,

- Wow, Petrovich.

My brigadier called,

- Wow, Vital, how are you?

“Okay,” I looked at the contents of the bathroom, Zinkin’s left leg was sawed more than half, “cho wanted something?” Also ask for forgiveness?

- Fucking? - Petrovich was a little taken aback and thoughtfully snorted into the phone.

“Well, like forgiveness Sunday, all things ...,” I wondered in my mind how much garbage bags I needed.

- Yes, do not fuck up, forgiven Sunday was about a month and a half ago, today is April 1, you need to poddevyat everyone. I won the mother-in-law in a jar of glue cream for PVA glue, snagging a whole vial, - Petrovich happily grunted, - fucking idea?

“Fuck,” I replied, “it's easy to piss off.”

- So, what are you looking for, Vital, be careful there, so that no one will fuck, otherwise you know yourself, the jokers are different. - continued, grunting this homegrown Koklyushkin.

- Thank you, Petrovich, I will try. Fuck me.

I turned off the phone, looked again at the contents of the bathroom, and picked up a hacksaw.

4 comments
  • April 11, 2018 0:57

    Especially the last one killed. For a long time I did not neigh.

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  • April 11, 2018 9:11

    Reading these stories, I barely twisted my jaw. I thank - it means I did not try in vain, I searched.

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  • April 11, 2018 19:47

    Slaughter ... Well done!

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  • Svetlana (a guest)
    May 23, 2018 3:19

    I just flowed all!

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