The summers in this area were hot, but when it started to rain, it seemed as if you were living somewhere in South America. The local “rainy season” lasted for weeks at a time, flooding streets with heavenly water, flooding ditches, filling lakes and rivers, driving them out of the banks.

I stood in the doorway and looked at the water pouring from the sky.

- Now it will pour a whole week - said my friend Romka. - Are you comfortable to stand?

- Not really.

- Masha! - came from the balcony.

- I'm here, ba! - I looked out of the entrance.

- Marsh home!

- Maybe I'll be back - I said to Roma.

“I'll wait,” he replied.

I came home.

- Why sit there in an apartment? Again the dress zasr.

- There Roma. We are talking.

- Ah, Roma. Okay.

- Can I go to him?

- Go, if you want, just take a jacket and do not roam in the rain.

- Pasib - I grabbed my jacket and skipped off down.

Roma stood and looked at the rain. He turned on my jumping stairs.

- Let go, right?

- Yes.

- Sit on my lap?

- Sit down - I pulled the jacket.

He sat down at the wall, and I sat on his lap. He immediately hugged me, then pulled the tongue of lightning, buttoning my jacket to the end.

- In order not to get sick - he explained.

We sat and looked at the rain.

- Isn't it hard for you? - I asked, feeling like Roma sags a little under me.

- Not.

- Do not lie. I feel you crawl along a wall.

- Well, yes, okay, a bit uncomfortable. Feet numb.

- Let me get up.

I got up before he could respond and react.

- Get up - I extended my hand to him.

He got up and began to jerk his legs.

“Like little needles tingling.” We can sit in the dryer on the first floor if you want. There is an old chair.

Only there I saw such houses, with large spans between the floors and external dryers with square holes blown by the wind. The dryer was designed for two apartments from one site. Given that there were only two apartments on each site, the places in the dryer were just to hell. For its intended purpose, it really did not use it, but they kept there heaps of various “belongings” and junk.

Even in the dryers, pigeons often settled and the guys had fun catching birds.

Our dryer was well-groomed - grandmother kept an eye on cleanliness, regularly harnessed neighbors to almost lick everything “to shine” there. The dryer of the first floor, had for some reason painted windows. Perhaps due to the fact that there are stored a lot of things, furniture and the like. There really was a big, old, comfortable chair.

Opening the thick, double doors, we took cm inside and pretended them. Roma sat in a chair and put his hands, inviting me to sit on his knees. I sat up and he hugged me. The abundance of stored things, protected from strong blowing winds and flying rain splashes.

“My father keeps a lot of junk here,” said Roma, pointing to the heaps.

- Clear.

We sat in silence again, listening to the sound of rain and the howling of the wind. Roma gently wandered his hands over my legs, gradually getting to secret places.

- You want to touch me there, right?

- What? Not! - he immediately removed his hands, just hugging me around the waist.

- Rum, well, do not lie. I after all feel.

- Well, yes, but ...

- Touch it. I allow. Just don't lie to me. Say what you want to do.

His hands came back under my dress. Now they were moving more confidently. Walked on my sides and stomach.

- Ay, ticklish! - I laughed.

- Sorry - he pressed me again, and we froze.

After some time, the wandering of the hands resumed. So he got to my panties and gently, with his thumbnail, began to drive, touching a secret place through the fabric.

- Do you want me to take them off for you?

- What? - did not understand Roma.

- My panties. They are bothering you.

- Y-yes! Not!

- So yes or no?

- Yes. Not. Wait! I'll take them off myself.

I got up. I took his hand, put it under my dress and hooked his fingers on the elastic of my panties.

- Pull down - I said quietly.

He pulled, and they slid down.

- How do I sit down now?

- As always.

I sat down again on his knees, with my back to him. His hands immediately penetrated under my dress and began to touch me there.

For a while I took his caresses, and he enjoyed the breadth of my soul.

- Maybe have sex? - I finally asked. “You're already ready.”

I put my hand under me and put my palm on his hard cock.

- Here? - he warmly breathed in my neck.

- Yes.

- I don't have a condom with me.

- Without gum, I will not.

We fell silent again.

- Maybe somehow different? - he broke the silence.

- How?

- Wait a minute. Get up for a minute.

I got up. He unbuttoned his pants, lowered them a bit and put his cock up.

- Sit down. Do not be afraid, sit down.

I carefully crouched a little higher. Roma slid a little lower and his cock was between my legs. He pulled me over and I lay back on him.

- Can you do anything with it? - he asked.

- Of course - with my fingertips I took his penis by the head.

He exhaled heavily.

We lay quietly. He touched me where he got. I gently jerked him off. So he exhaled several times and went limp, and fresh drops of sperm appeared on my stomach, pubic and pussy.

- Roma! Home! - came the voice on the court.

- Sorry, I have to go - Roma got out from under me, and carefully laid me back in the chair. - Here are your panties.

He left, and I lay, running my fingertips over the lower abdomen and smearing his sperm on myself.

“What a curious picture,” came a voice from the door.

I sat down. There was an unfamiliar man standing there and reprimanded his dick. His trousers were spattered, and a stinging drop hung from the tip.

- Very, you know, it was nice to watch you - he continued to expose the member.

- Who you are? I do not know you.

- I am a friend of Grisha, from the third floor.

“I don't know you,” I repeated.

- Do you like him? - He got up a little sideways and continued to pull at a member.

- I do not know.

- Do you want to help me, how did you help your friend?

- This is not the best idea.

- And if I make you?

- This is also a bad idea.

- Why?

- I have many friends.

- A lot of friends, such small pisyuns, yes? - he approached.

He smelled of old filth and rotten fish. The stuffy was carried by his dick. I felt sick from this smell.

- That wrinkle nose? Do not like the smell of an adult man ?!

- You smell bad, you need to wash.

- Or maybe you would take in the mouth, at the same time and washed?

- I will not take it in his mouth.

- And I will not ask - he abruptly grabbed my head.

With one hand holding my hair, the fingers of the other, he tried to penetrate my mouth. Attempts were unsuccessful, because he just took a member and put it under my nose. From the wild stench I breathed and it became a mistake. Smelly flesh immediately filled her mouth. I almost turned inside out from the stench and taste of rotten. I coughed and he went out for a moment, letting me cough, and then came back.

- Suck! Suck, bitch, but it will be worse!

He raped my mouth. Only one remedy remained. I went limp and relaxed my lips a little. He took it as my surrender and let me go a little. I immediately squeezed his cock with his teeth, crushing what is strength.

- Oh, you bitch! - he slapped me a slap in the face, pulling his penis out of my mouth. - bit me ?! Little bitch!

I got another slap in the face.

- Suck, petty creature! - a member with traces of my teeth, again rested on my lips.

I screamed in protest and outrageously, not wanting to open my mouth. He grabbed the corner of his mouth with a dirty finger and pulled. I opened my mouth in sudden pain, and he entered again.

- You do not want herself ...