and then I slipped away. Her kitchen was solid, there it was possible to settle down to the desired woman without any problems.

“With two storerooms?” - asked Sasha.

- How do you know where?

- We had the same, - she smiled, - well, then what?

- Farther? She stood at the table. I walked over, hugged her from behind by the shoulders, then put my hand on her nipples, began to squeeze and knead them.

- Come on, but quickly. This is a sprint. Three minutes, she said.

I tried to lift her "fishing net", but she pressed her hands to her hips.

- Not! Try through the square ...

- What?! But does my "behemoth" crawl through such a hole ?! - I was outraged, thinking that she was just kidding me.

- You waste your time. One minute has passed. There are two left ...

- Yes. Situation. And the dress she had in what size cage? - I asked, anticipating to hear the most interesting.

- Just over two by two ...

- Millimeter? - I quipped.

- kidding me? Centimeter, of course.

- Yes, sir. Not enough, however. Through such a grommet, sorry Madame, - I bowed to the girl, - only the knife handle would crawl through, - I waved the knife handle in front of Michael.

- However, he climbed, "scoundrel." It hurt, to hell, and he climbed and climbed until he reached the “gates of heaven”.

- Go you! And how could he? - I could not resist, squinting at the girl. That was the attention itself.

- Do you understand? I feel that the time is running out, well, and prodded that there was power in one of the cells. And here, I had to be so lucky that the cage was not standard, a bit larger than the others, so my “fighter” slipped through. I started pumping it up, I was ready to hit my body with my generous flow, and she laughs, saying that the time is over. I began to get my “fighter” out of this “trench”, and he got entangled in this web, neither there nor here. I stand, twitch, she laughs, and in the doorway stands her husband and rolls up his sleeves at his shirt.

- Yeah! I caught a perch in the net! ... Now I’ll ask you, - he came very close and raised his weighty fist over my head. I pulled my head into my shoulders, waiting for the blow, but this did not follow, and then his hand gently fell on my shoulder.

- That the joy of the voice subsided? - he turned my face towards him, pulling my ear.

- We are here ... I wanted ... Your wife wanted ..., - I muttered, continuing to heroically get out of the network.

- Yes. Here is a scene! Even Gogol, in his great "Inspector", did not have such scenes, Sasha laughed, and slammed another glass of brandy.

- And what do you want to do? I, like a fool, stand in front of him with his pants down and only stare at him, and his faithful wife suddenly began to give me backwards.

- Can you still help, my friend?

I grunted in response to something not articulate, and so planted on his wife, that we, writhing from a mutual orgasm, fell on the floor. Member immediately dropped out of the cell network. I picked up, and this scarecrow came up and how he would kick me in the groin so that I was on the floor again, but now I’m writhing in pain.

- I see. You nevertheless caught my goldfish, - he turned to the kitchen table, took out a knife and began to try his finger on the sharpness. And then some unknown force picked me up and immediately brought out of this house to the loud laughter of those present. On the street, my wife was expecting me. She caught a taxi and we went home.

Michael was silent. I glanced at him and saw that his glasses were fogging. Apparently these memories shook his soul so much.

- And you have not met? - asked the girl, puffing on cigarette smoke.

- No matter how! How could I forgive her this evil joke? For a long time I was tormented by remorse that I blundered in front of everyone, but then I wanted so much to fuck this beauty that I seemed to have lost my mind. Her faithful then hinted to me about it more than once. Yes, it is true.I looked then from the side, like a tribal spook, who was led to mating with a cow, but they barely made it to the body, just like here - he almost chopped off the eggs.

“There are such stories in life that you cannot read about in any novel,” I supported the narrator, clearly encouraging him to continue the story.

- And how did you meet again? - asked Sasha.

- Very simple. Her hubby drove off on a business trip, she blurted out to me on a mobile phone, saying that she wanted to try again through the net and laughed.

- So shall I come?

- Come ..., - the tube rustled softly.

- Well, and then? - the girl did not let up.

- And then there was no romance, and one beaten prose: a wrinkled bed, two sweaty bodies pounded all night long together, squeezing out all the life juices. Fucked her so that she barely dragged her legs ...

- Through the mesh? - I sarcastic.

- Not. Right in the hole, sorry, - Mikhail squeezed the girl's knee.

We went out into the corridor to smoke. Sasha closed in a compartment, intending to change clothes.

- And she's nothing, eh? - Michael nodded toward the door of our compartment.

“Too young for us,” I protested.

- Youth, this is the flaw that passes quickly. But a girl of twenty should have a good understanding of sex, if she is not a round fool. Now this information is the sea, not that in our young years.

“You think she's good at it?”

- Sure. I see a woman peeking through. Their eyes instantly become foggy, you just have to touch the knee, - answered Mikhail.

“You were so aggressively massaging her.”

- Woman, that cat. Do not pet, do not purr. But let's agree. If she hints at me, then you are the third one. Is going? - Michael's eyes carefully looked straight at me.

- Go ahead, Casanova ...

Soon the coupe door opened, and Sasha appeared on the threshold. She was wearing a short yellow robe, holding a soap dish and a towel over her shoulder.

- You will not show me courtesy? Please lower the curtain on the window, otherwise I just can't do it.

- On this part we have a great specialist Nikolai Ivanovich, - Mikhail patted on my shoulder. I walked in a compartment and lowered the curtain. Our Sasha had already dismantled the beds, and they beckoned to sleep. On the table, too, was put in order. That's what a caring female hand means.

I walked in a compartment and climbed onto my shelf, and Mikhail stayed in the corridor, waiting for Sasha. When she returned, Michael held her, hinting at the continuation of the "banquet", and now in a narrower circle, but the girl politely refused.

- It's too late, Mikhail Nikolayevich, and you will be leaving soon ...

“We have two hours left.” We will be in time ..., - he did not let up, feeling that this time the “Golden Fish” was slipping out of his tenacious hands.

- No no. I have to rest, - cut off the girl.

Michael lay down, not lonely. At first he still muttered something to himself about the slowness of women, but then he quickly fell asleep. At four in the morning the conductor woke him up. Michael was gloomy. He took his bag, made a limp farewell to me and left the compartment.

- Nikolay Ivanovich. You can now go down to the bottom shelf. She is free. Why do you need to sweat under the ceiling, - said Sasha, closing the door. I obediently tears and sat down opposite. The girl turned on the desk lamp.

- Champagne you want? - She got a bottle.

- Yeah. At four in the morning it's time to drink champagne.

- Nothing. Still have time to sleep. Open ...

I drank a bubbling drink and felt a tickling in my nose.

- You did not like Michael? - I asked.

- Not. I liked you, ”she calmly replied, and began to take off her robe. And then my eyes opened an extraordinary beauty young girlish body. With trembling hands I began to take off my sports leotard and, without looking up, looked at her, as if I was afraid that this wonderful vision, this “genius of pure beauty” would suddenly disappear. Not knowing what to say, I laid out what was spinning in my head for some reason.

- It is strange that we are going only together, and no one sits down to us.

- Michael tried. Slipped the conductor. For myself, prepared a bed of love.And it got to another, - she answered, lay on her back and spread her legs.

- I'm ready. Extinguish the light ...

I briskly jumped up on her and felt like she, pressing me to him with his left hand, and feverishly searching for my organ with my right hand. Finally, she clamped it in her fist, guiding him to her womb.

- Just do not fuss. I love gentle, slow intercourse, ”she whispered and launched her thin tongue into my flaming mouth.

... I slowly pumped her, and she kissed my face, eyes, lips. But a quiet "ride" is faster to "cheer up" a man than a desperate gallop, when the bodies pound at a furious pace against each other. I tried to delay the process as long as possible, but I felt that it was not easy to do with such an unusually soft woman in sex. She moaned a little and tried to respond to my every move with an oncoming rolling pelvis, helping with her hands on my buttocks. I felt that this sweet torture was coming to an end, dug into her lips, curved into some kind of inconceivable arc, and my body was pierced with a sharp spasm of a powerful and voluptuous orgasm, positively greeted by her tightly pressed and frozen body. She screamed loudly and immediately weakened, taking my stream into her bosom.

“God! What am I doing?! She can get pregnant! “I was startled, jumping to the floor.

- Do not worry. I took some precautions in advance, ”she sat down, putting her feet on the mat. I handed her an unfinished glass of champagne, drank myself too, refreshing my parched mouth.

- Sasha. Let me ask one question. Honestly. Why didn't you want Michael?

- Um ... Difficult question. To be short and honest, this cute, young goat with fashionable glasses is my father ...

Edward Zaitsev.

(to be continued)