- Robinson Beach. Part 1
- Robinson Beach. Part 2
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it was a smooth and smooth as frosted glass sea. Lilac here, in the shadow of the rocks, and sparkling in the distance, where it gilded the morning sun. Hope, if it was, finally went out: the Robinson Beach was empty.
And what, I wonder, you wanted, Yevgeny Lvovich asked himself. He pressed the girl to the rock, fucked, pinched into her ... (he looked down and saw that his dick was in the blood) ... and the hymen, again, made a hole in her, damn ... Good.
He understood all this. But inside it was still bitter-sweet, and he kept this bitterness and this sweetness in him to soak in them properly. For a long time. Forever and ever.
***
The sea forged a dead calm, but Yevgeny Lvovich was in no hurry to swim. Drawing water, he washed out and remained sitting, looking into the mercury surface.
In the distance, where the sun was playing with highlights in the water, a gaggle of black dots flashed. Glare blinded like real suns of water, and he averted his eyes. Probably dolphins. Or some birds ...
Stop what is it?
It seems that one of the points is approaching it.
Looking down, he watched her. The closer she came, the stronger he froze, turning into one of the rocks that cordoned off the Robinson Beach. The point had already turned into a dark-haired head, and then into the shoulders and chest, and had already left the water, and he was still sitting like a stone. Then he suddenly jumped up:
- Thought you won't be back already! I swam away from me, - Yevgeny Lvovich shouted with a fake hearty.
She looked at him long and hard. Then she said:
- I cant.
“What can you not? ... my girl ...” muttered Yevgeny Lvovich, coming up to her. After a little pause, he hugged the wet body - and it immediately clung to him, stuck with all the wet nudity to his nakedness and flowed around her, as then, and the head poked into his chin ... - What “I can't”
- I can not. I do not know what to do.
Don't be a goat, he told himself and stroked her. Don't be a goat and don't pretend you don't understand. The girl became a woman and can not just swim away and forget. She does not know what to do. She is small, and you are a grown-up old goat, and you fucked her, stuffed your gene pool up to your ears, and now you are responsible for her whole life ...
Evgeny Lvovich raised his wet chin with a finger to look into his eyes. They looked at him, as the evening sky looked yesterday, - blue, wild, fuming eyes, from which they wanted to be buried in pebbles ...
Suddenly he recoiled from her. His eyes were burning, and he floundered in their blue and could not accept what he understood.
Almost got it.
Again it seemed to him that he was crazy ... and again the voice of the guide emerged, ridiculous and superfluous here, on the Robinson Coast.
Around there was an ordinary pebble, ordinary rocks, an ordinary sea ... and all this was impossible. What he almost understood could not be.
- What can you not? He croaked.
- I can not be the same. The sea does not accept. Now I will be like this ...
- What is "such"?
“That,” she said to herself. - And I do not know what to do. My life is at sea, but I can't ...
He did not question her. Not surprised. I did not tell her "you are overheated, you need to rest ..."
And he did not think about what he understood - it was dangerous. He just hugged her, and she spread over him again, and he rejoiced at her nipples on his skin and tight bottom under his palm, and how his end bloomed again in a bitter color, and the sun, and that she returned.
“Why did you do that?” - He asked, not fully understanding how exactly “it was” (there was no need for this).
- You are beautiful. And I thought - all this is a fairy tale. We all thought so ...
She does not cry because she does not know how, Yevgeny Lvovich understood, and hugged her even tighter. He suddenly began to understand everything by some kind of internal antenna that grew from him.
- You sailed to this beach because of me, right?
Bzibi nodded convulsively.
“And you didn’t know what a man can do to you if you ... if you are human?”
She nodded again.
Evgeny Lvovich wanted to ask something else ... but instead he suddenly bent down and kissed her nipple. Then another. Then again the first.With his tongue, with a suction cup, and with his fingers he crushed the taut treasure that filled his mouth with bitter salt ...
Bzibi groaned, and he tormented her chest, kneeling. Then he went down to the bud: pasted him with his tongue, tickled him, sucked in there like a tick ...
Then he carefully placed the whining Bzibi on the pebbles and got into it, as at night, from above and below - to pain in the lips and pubic.
“We need to consolidate the effect,” he told himself, thinking how fun it was to be crazy, and he smiled at the rocks and the whole sea ...
***
- You understood? I found you on the beach. You lost memory. Do not remember anything - neither the name nor who you are or what you are. Now the main thing is to take you to me ... - he repeated.
They walked along the promenade. On the right were the mountains, on the left - sun loungers and a beach full of piles of bodies. In the blue bathing suit bought right there, in the stall, Bzibi looked so that even the guide, who had been telling his tales for the thousandth time, saw her and faltered:
—... Beautiful and, I would say, piquant local legend says that once such a dolphin turned into a human girl. And she was loved by one prince. And not only loved, but also, so to speak, deprived of virginity. And after that she remained forever human and never could ... ummm ... kha-kha! So, my group, we do not run, we pass here, we pass, we pass ...
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Ur-ra! Finally, the author is back! ^ _ ^
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Great tale! And everyone is happy that the author is back. So 10 +
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Cool tale!
I love fairy tales! Thank you very much!
P. S. “the broken bundle of twilight” - it will be necessary to remember this metaphor! ... 8-)))
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Glad again
Read you :)
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Very cute.
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Highly!
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