Retribution - I’m almost sure that my words will not meet with any serious response from any of you.

 RETRIBUTION


 PART 1

 I'm almost sure that my words are of no use to anyone
of you will not meet with a serious response.
Maybe it would be better not to
express judgments that are so far from
judgments by which our age lives. However I
I will not resist temptation and
I'll tell you this one, maybe for the first time
look, not believable, case,
happened to me personally.
 I am sure that in life there is
retribution, not because I want to
hope for revenge, but as a person, on
actually experienced inevitability
fate, drawing a line under what happened in
our life. But I won't talk about it
I'll go straight to the story about
tragic incident, sad trail
which has cast a shadow over my entire life.
 I was 28 years old when the war began,
which in an incomprehensible blindness we have long
called great. My son-in-law and father were
military. Since childhood I have cultivated in myself
the belief that the highest manifestation
human nobility is military
valor. When mobilization tore me away
from my family, I went to the front with a feeling
joy and fulfillment of duty. It was like this
great that my wife was ready to share
proud joy with me. We were married
three years. We had calm feelings
maybe not too passionate, but
loving each other strong, real
the love of healthy people who are not looking for connections
on the side. The novelty of feeling new
the situation had already cooled down in me, andthe separation began to weigh on me.
 However, at the front, away from my wife, I
remained impeccably faithful to her. Perhaps in
This can largely be explained by the fact that early
after getting married, I didn't give in to too much influence
frivolous empty life that they lived
many of my fellow soldiers.
 Only at the beginning of the second year of the war did I
managed to get a vacation. I returned to the regiment
on exactly the appointed day, once again
strengthening the reputation of not only being good, but also
pedantic officer. My career success
reduced bitterness to some extent
separation from his wife, or, if we say
honestly, the lack of women at all. By spring
1916, when I was already one of
adjutants of the Supreme Commander-in-Chief,
a few days before the start of the famous
offensive, I received an urgent order
go to the headquarters of the Western Front with one
important document. From its timeliness
delivery and maintaining secrecy could depend
the fate of the entire operation.
 The movement of troops deprived me
opportunity to get a separate carriage
before the next day. About procrastination
there was nothing to think about. I left as usual
by train to change to Gomel
Kyiv ambulance going to Vilnius, where
stood the headquarters of the Western Front - my goal
trips. A separate compartment in the first carriage
there was no class. The conductor brought in my
suitcase in a brightly lit four-seater
compartment in which there was one
passenger, a very attractive woman.
I tried not to look too
intrusive, but managedstill notice
a saddened face. Closed, with
the suit seemed high-necked to me
mournful. The thought of staying with this woman
alone for some reason embarrassed me. Wishing
hide this feeling, I'm with the most indifferent
I kindly asked the conductor:
 -Where can I find coffee here?
 - In Zhlobin, in two hours. Order
bring?
 He wanted to put mine on the top shelf
a suitcase containing a package
offensive I got scared, and so sharply and
suddenly grabbed his hand,
making an awkward movement, he turned
suitcase touched a light bulb. I
I saw the woman flinch from the loud
the sound of breaking glass. With endless
the conductor made a bed for me with an apology
bed, turned on the night light and went out.
 We were left alone. Half an hour ago
back, on the platform of the Gomel station,
While waiting for the train, I was painfully sleepy.
It seemed to me the greatest blessing to pull out
feet and head down on a clean canvas
pillows. Now the dream has completely left
me. In the twilight I tried to see
the woman's face and felt her presence,
perceived by me precisely as presence
women. As if a current had established itself between
us. Actually, I felt it later.
At first I was confused and didn’t know what to do with her
talk. In blue, a barely whitening face
the women seemed very beautiful and I
for some reason I involuntarily began to wait for that
moment when she starts to undress, but
she's calm, like I wasn't even here
looked out the window,turning a clear profile,
seemed sad in the twilight.
 - Sorry, you don’t know where here
can I have some coffee? - I asked.
 A slight smile touched her lips.
Finally, having made up my mind, I moved to her sofa.
She moved away, slightly removed
head, as if in order to better
look at me. Then, having become bolder, I no longer
tried to find words, extended his hand and
placed it on the pillow almost near the waist
neighbors. She abruptly moved further, and
it turned out that her thigh was pressed tightly against
my hand.
 The blood rushed to my head. Long
angry desire made me not
reason. Without thinking about what I
I do, I hugged the flexible waist. Woman
She pulled away and placed her hands on my chest.
In the weak light of the night lamp her face turned pale
impatient call. Without control of myself, I
began to cover her face with kisses and she
immediately drooped, weakened, sank to
pillow. Bending over her, I still don't
dared to press his lips to her reddened ones
lips. But against my will, almost instinctively,
my hand rose higher and higher
the tightly stretched silk of the stocking. When under
crumpled, whipped skirts, under black
a white stripe of her body appeared like a stocking,
she flashed more dazzlingly than if in
the compartment lit up broken by the conductor
light bulb And only then did I realize that
the woman surrendered herself to me: her head and torso
still lying helplessly on the sofa, she
covered her face with her hands and was completely
motionless, and no more insolencecould meet with resistance. Her legs helpless
hung to the floor, and the whiteness hurt my eyes
her skin, between stockings and silk
cambric skirt. My body thought for me.
Heavy, thick blood filled all my
members, shortness of breath. I felt like
the tightened grip prevents me from being in an unbearable vice
a fully buttoned military uniform, and how
like an outsider, independent of me
body with the strength and elasticity of a steel spring
asks for freedom. My hand is already without
tremors passed the distance separating the strip
open body to a place of beauty and
captivating.
 My fingers groped through the thin
the underwear is smooth, like a very young girl’s
belly, touched the tender, elastic
the mound with which it ends. I
already had a presentiment that in a few
moments I will drown in this submissive, fresh,
like a ripe apple. At this moment I
noticed that the door to the corridor is not quite
tightly closed. Lock the door
was a matter of a few seconds, but even them
enough to weaken
future pleasure that part of my body,
who was much more impatient,
than myself. Never before this day have I
experienced such an all-consuming fit
pleasure. As if from all my pores
creatures, from the feet, palms,
spine, all the blood rushed into one
the only organ, overflowing it. I
felt that every minute
delay fills me with fear,
fear that the bodily shell will not withstand
blood pressurewaves and into the depths of the feminine
bodies along with seminal moisture will flow
hot scarlet blood.
 I picked up the still hanging ones
legs, put them on the sofa, finally
bringing your
suit, stretched out next to the woman, but
the crumpled chaos of the finest cambric interfered
me. Thinking it was too long
shirt, I pulled it off with a sharp movement
upward and immediately, feeling the cover of the fabric,
felt the silkiness of soft curly
hair My fingers touched the covered
cambric cleavage, pressed against her,
slid into her depths, which
was heard with submissive tenderness, like
as if I had touched something hidden, invisible
castle My legs immediately trembled
bent at the knees and moved apart, squeezed to
until now. My legs unclenched them with force until
end. A drop of moisture, like a tear, pleading
about mercy, spilled onto my hand. me
filled with a premonition of the unheard of
happiness that is impossible in family life.
This family life hid me. She doesn't
gave me enough experience to
cope with the secrets of women's fasteners, I
I looked for some ribbons to no avail, but that's all
in vain. Beside myself with impatience I was ready
just tear weightless fabric into shreds,
when there was a sharp knock on the door.
 I'm not strong enough to describe mine
irritation when the conductor said that
There is a station soon and you can drink coffee there. I
rudely made a remark that it was not allowed at night
Wake up passengers over some trivial matter.
He was offended, butarguing with him was taken away from
me for a few minutes.
 When I returned, in the pose of women's legs
no changes occurred; her
thrown back arms still covered
face; everyone was also white, naked, slender
legs. I wanted this body even more, although
there was no longer the same thirst that existed before
so unbearable. She disappeared so much
that I was almost afraid when penetrating
once again submissive to the body, I felt that
the last obstacle to
possession of it. Curly curls
incredibly pleasant silky hair
was open, my fingers touched freely
and mystical exaltation, I easily
slid into this dark damp depth, but
alas...
 It was just a hand. Everything else is like
as if he had lost all desire to follow
her. The legs were seductively charming
now opened so wide that they fell on
floor, giving me no other place than
cozy mess. The woman was waiting... I didn't
could deceive her expectations, but at the same time
there was no way to give her
a quick yes.
 Acute, humiliating shame seized
me. Shame leading to the desire to shrink into
lump, become smaller, more invisible, but with
some diabolical speed at this
only one part responded to the desire
of my body - the same one that plunged
I'm in this shame. I couldn't take it anymore
to doubt - it was a collapse, bankruptcy,
repeated unprecedented failure. However, not
wanting to admit it, my hand
continued to caress the bodywomen. She's with
with the desired heat she touched its surface,
she even dared to touch him
a hiding place that yearned to be closed. I,
imitating a suddenly flared passion,
took his small hands away from his face and saw
tightly clenched eyelashes and clenched mouth
stubborn impatience. I fell into this mouth
artificial kiss and soft hand
threw herself around my neck, drawing her to
to yourself. This pause lasted a long time. Another,
her free hand fell down, flying
movement walked through my disorderly
suit, touched... But no, she
didn't touch anything. The whole horror was
that there was nothing left anymore, which
the woman's hand touched it with pleasure. Yes,
I curled up into a ball, I burned with shame and
desires, and the woman understood this. She did
motion to sit down, but I didn't want to admit it
defeat. I couldn't believe what
extraordinary passion could leave me
irrevocably. I hoped to return you with a kiss
her tide. I didn’t unclench very stubbornly
compressed lips, digging his tongue into them.
Apparently I was just disgusted. wanted
I was about to get up, but my hand didn’t
let me go. She forcefully kicked my
her head and chin were aligned with her oval
breasts
 Hard as a tiny piece of rubber
nipple escaped from the open blouse and
I again felt a rush to the frozen
members. I kissed and sucked the nipple subtly,
sharply and frantically, greedily drawing into
mouth elastic, like a big apple
chest and felther breasts
swell, become full of water from the one who languishes her
desires. The woman's hands are increasingly insistent
pulled my head. I suddenly heard
muffled, difficult to pronounce
through clenched teeth a voice: “At least kiss me.” Then
were the first words spoken by a woman
for the evening. My mouth reached for her lips,
the bright color of which turns red with a weak
night light. She pressed my
head to her chest, and then began
push it further down. The very same fast
moved her body with movements
slippery pillow and I heard again
altered, interrupted by impatience
voice: “Not lips... Are you really not
you understand! Kiss me down there..."
I really barely understood. Of course I
I've heard of such things. A lot of jokes on
my comrades talked about this topic. I even
knew the name of one such coquette, but I never
I didn't imagine that this could happen in
my life.
 The woman's hands didn't give me time to
amazement - they dug their claws into
the ends of my hair, her body rose all
higher and higher. The legs opened and came closer
to my face and swallowed it up in close
hug. When I moved my lips
to grab a breath of air; spicy,
the delicate and seductive aroma intoxicated
me. My arms embraced in a convulsive embrace
her wonderful hips and I drowned in the kiss
endless, sweet, compelling
forget me everything in the world. No more shame
it was. Lips absorbed the supple body
and themselvesdrowned in continuous kissing,
tedious and delightful. Woman's body
wriggled like a snake and wet hot
the hiding place came at countless turns
to the lips, as if a living creature, rare
a flower unknown to me at 28 years old. I
cried with joy, feeling that the woman
ready to freeze in the last convulsions
languor. A light hand slid over mine
body, lingered for a second on the painful
the drooping part of him, sympathetically and lovingly
shook the uselessly swollen piece of skin and
vessels. Yes, probably a little girl
sadly hugs the weakened woman to herself
the shell of the ball from which the air has escaped.
 This friendly caress did a miracle. This
there was literally a resurrection from the dead,
unexpected and rapid resurrection
Lazarus: at first he was slightly touched
head, then a slight movement passed along
his body, pouring it new, fresh
blood. He shuddered and swayed as if from
weakness, and suddenly rose to his full height.
 The desire to kiss a woman gratefully
filled my chest: I pressed hard
lips to the velvety skin of the thighs, leaving
there are traces of kisses on it. Then I pulled away
from this miraculous source, his
the fragrant warmth inhaled my
resurrected Lazarus to life, impatient,
the painfully sweet hiding place swallowed him up
into the depths.
 The pleasures were as light as
lightning, and endless as eternity. All
the powers of mind and body united in one
desire to give as much as possible to thishalf-childish body of joy, engulfed
me with your arms. Her hands squeezed mine
body, digging its nails into my hands,
touched the hair, not forgetting about
more intimate touches and
delicious. There was no place that wasn't
would feel their touch. As if
I now have several pairs of arms and legs. I
I myself felt unable to express
with both hands the full extent of this joy,
which overwhelmed me. Poi fingers
ran across the ripe apples of her engorged
breasts, felt her head, hair, shoulders.
It was painful that I didn’t have arms yet,
to press them closer, closer to you
body hugging me. I would like to like
octopus, have four pairs of hands to take
her body. What time, moment or
forever, these hugs lasted, I don’t know.
Suddenly, exhausted, we unclenched our hands,
froze with happiness and pleasure. We
fell asleep cuddled up to each other.


 PART 2

 I don't know how long I slept. Woke up
me a cautious rustle. So, sometimes, in
the deepest silence can awaken
weak grinding of teeth. I'm still unconscious
opened his eyes and saw that a female figure,
bending over, squatting, something
looking on the floor in dim light. on her
there was nothing. I got up quickly, but
at the same moment she heard a frightened
voice:
 - Don't you dare look at me,
turn away from me, I'm naked.
 It was difficult for me not to laugh;
this unexpected shyness after everything,
what happened was toofunny. But I
obediently closed his eyes with feeling
some satisfaction that always
gave me the idea that you have
a woman who is not very accessible and not
devoid of modesty and, as soon as my
my eyelids closed, I felt again
attack of irresistible drowsiness. However
the woman didn't let me fall asleep before I
went to his bed. I undressed, washed,
plunged into the vague beauty of dreams.
I didn't remember any of them. It happens
so that a whole flock of dreams overshadows our
peace, giving way to joyful and fast
alternation, freshness of happiness.
Subconsciously, one stuck in my memory
of them, the last one. It seemed to me that
early in the morning I'm lying in my room, where
my childhood and youth passed. I'm still young myself
I'm 17 years old. Through closed eyelids I
I feel like golden rays of sunshine
rush into the room and in sparkling stripes
silver specks dance. Affectionate
tiny kitten playing, jumping on my
body. His movements tickle me. Here he is
ran along my legs, stopped, as if
would think about it, or go back, or
curl up into a ball. I see him clearly
a funny face that is curious
looks around. He does the graceful
movement and suddenly in the sharp slits of it
the pupils light up with interest - he saw
something attractive. It's so close to
his muzzles that he can do without changing his pose
To get it, you just need to stretch out your paw.
Such a fun toy. He's naughty
touchespaw and watches how she slightly
swayed. The kitten became interested.
Carefully lifting this with two paws
object, he examines it. This is very
interesting. A funny toy, like
given his desire, rises as
alive. He quickly hits her with his paw and,
arching his back, ruffling his fur,
prepared to defend himself. She was offended by
his insolence grew to full height and
turned out to be larger than the kitten itself. He
scared, he is tormented by curiosity. Who
knows maybe a red, fresh piece
edible. The enemy does not want to attack, he does not
pays attention to the gaze
narrow pupils, he wants to fall asleep again,
when, suddenly becoming bolder, the kitten decides
touch his head with your tongue. Little ones
paws impatiently move over the skin.
It fails and claws a little
scratching my thigh and stomach. Suddenly in
My consciousness awakened. I saw
sunlit coupe. The train was standing.
A woman's face, curious and funny, like
the kitten looked at me. stranger,
because I didn’t know her name yet, she was sitting
on the bed, leaning on the table,
separating our sofas and watching
me. Now I could see her face. It
it was wonderful.
 The uneven rays of the sun fell on
short curls, crushed about them in thousands
sparkles, and in big blue eyes
playfulness shone. I followed
the direction of her gaze and felt how
I blush: the thrown off blanket sank lower
belts and underwear revealed the body. Oh!.. Thisit was
not exactly a modest spectacle. Rather
on the contrary, but it did not bother my neighbor.
Stretching out her hand, she fingered the tense
part of my body, sharp nails scratched
my stomach. Instantly, sleep left me. She
I read this immediately because of the spark that
simultaneously flashed in my eyes and under
with her hand. There was a melodious and completely
quiet laughter:
 - Finally, is it possible to be like this?
Dormouse? - I wanted to move towards her, but she
warned me. - No need, I want to come to you!
 She quickly threw her body to
on my sofa. I remained lying motionless.
She sat down at my feet and took turns
picked up her legs. She looked at me with a smile
in the face. Sharp, wonderful breasts
showed through the thin cambric shirt
so short that it left
her legs open. Shiny claws on
they were pressed against the sheets, round
knees rose slightly, lines
of impeccable purity led from them to the thighs,
pink marble belly. Where these
the lines were ready to connect to me
looked, separating them, a large elongated
eye. He was not bright and funny, like an eye
women. Due to the dense network of its elevated
eyelashes penetrated deep gaze intently
and a slightly widened incision, from which
the pupil was showing slightly.
 It seemed that this deep eye was peaceful and
breathes inaudibly, narrowing slightly noticeably and
expanding. And with this breath
some unknown depth was revealed.
Yes, that's right. It seemed to me that Ithe woman looks intently and invitingly at
me, emphasizing her beauty in Turkish
folded legs. This persistent look
shocked me. Desires ran through me, and,
the lamp lit by this fire gave out
in front of her is a fiery tongue of a flaming body.
Satisfied with the excitement she read
in my eyes, the woman stood up
knees and the gaze measuring me became even more
deeper, expanding with anticipation and
attention. I didn't have the strength
rise up. I was waiting, Elena (I already knew
what's her name) moved closer. Round
her knees grabbed my thighs tightly and she
began to slowly sink to the fact that her
waited, standing at full height. I knew that
in a second the pleasure will come, so
as strong as the one tested several times
hours ago. I waited with bated breath.
 I almost felt my dick
plunges into hot depths. But barely
touching what awaited her in this
immersed, Elena quickly stood up and sat down
back to my face. I don't know how much
time this torture continued
bliss. Not for one minute the body
the woman did not remain motionless, and at the same time
at the same time her curves were so insinuating and
slow that it seemed I never
I can't look away anymore, for so long
tormenting me. She pressed herself to my head
still hugging me with his knees. Suddenly I
I felt silken eyelashes on my lips,
swollen eyelids covered my mouth and pink
a demanding pupil touched mine
language. ABOUT! Now I was notso reckless
and not patient as at night. I could already
calculate the strength and tenderness of my caresses. I
I don’t know which caresses are the most responsive and
captivating, I obediently responded to the call
my passion, almost cruel
inability to find satisfaction.
Elena leaned over me, suddenly she
waist bent, hands fell to mine
knees, my thighs felt the elasticity of her
breasts With an inexpressible shudder I felt
her caresses, they were indescribable
sweet. Elena's legs squeezed my head,
her nails unconsciously scratched me
legs, her cast mouth caressed the vibrating
delights the skin with countless amounts
kisses, light, instant, wet.
Then hot lips pressed into the outstanding
part of my body that disappeared behind them
soft cloth so that I felt
touches of sharp teeth, lightly
squeezing a tense part of the body. moment
the strongest rapture was approaching, the body
women bent in paroxysms of passion,
hands tore the sheets. Suddenly she's all
weakened like a wounded bird. Her lips
came off, legs unclenched and lifeless
the body prostrated itself next to me. Its hot
the cheek rested on my thighs. I haven't been yet
tired and wanted to resume caresses, but she
a tired voice stopped me:
 - No, no, wait, let me come in.
yourself!
 The minutes slowly passed, the sun
rose above the horizon and the silk of hair
shimmered in gold. They were so close that
my breath moved their threads,on which
the moisture glistened like morning dew
grass. Elena raised her head and immediately
leaned back again, stretching out her legs. Cozy
the warmth in the hollow drew my lips. This
the touch awakened Elena from a light
peace. A melodious quiet laugh disturbed her
talk.
 - Oh, oh, leave it, I'm afraid, oh! Not
I can, ha ha ha, let me in, I'm afraid of tickling...
 Again the round knees covered mine
hips, pink tongue peeking out
small, greedily open mouth. Hot
her mouth approached and finally swallowed her
a lamp burning in front of him. Humid
her body breathed around the inflamed
corolla I saw from Elena's face that she
again succumbs to intoxication, her nostrils
parted, half-closed eyes flickered
almost unconscious blue. Mouth
opened slightly, revealing small pink pearls
teeth, through which one could barely hear
excited whisper:
 - Well, go, go, it’s good now...
no, no, don't rush... do it
evenly...
 She not only called, her hand led
yourself, showing the way, but not letting you go further,
holding part of your body deep inside
my being, without giving it at all
plunge into bliss. She pulled out
their slender legs so that they turned out to be
under my arms. She leaned back
with her whole body and sat on my lap. I was
ready to scream from unbearable pain, but
this is the time of delight of acute pleasure
pierced me. Probably Elena also experienced
pain, it was difficult for her to speak:
 - Wait a few moreseconds... This
so amazing... It seems to me that I
I'll come up for air now. - And she
made a movement, rising to
release the tension of the living spring, and again
leaned back, feeling relieved.
 ABOUT! It was unspeakable torture
passion, I don’t know if I could stand it until
end, but at the time when Elena,
resting her hands on my knees, she leaned back
back, there was a clang of buffers. Strong
the train was pushed by the push, the woman's hands did not
held out, and she sank with her whole body onto
me, shaking my body to the depths,
yearning for the moment of the final merger. Rhythm
the fast-moving train increased tenfold
the degree of my caresses and this last minute
has arrived. Elena fell asleep in my arms,
pink, nude.
 PART 3

 The train arrived in Vilnius around noon.
I couldn't find the courage to part with
this one that suddenly came into my life,
a woman. The thought of separation seemed to me
wild and ridiculous. All my feelings, thoughts
desires were permeated through her. Memories
it was impossible to enjoy. Attack of despair
I experienced it when Elena got dressed and I saw
her in a strict black dress. The contrast of this
clothes with the feeling that filled
all the cells in my body were like this
seductive that I wanted it right away
master it again. But she's sharp
pulled away as if this suit
reminded her that the end of the road
our closeness will end. I asked:
 - Shall we stay together?
 I really wanted this. My fear was
in vainshe agreed and on the way
to the hotel I had the opportunity to make sure
that she doesn't want to forget my body. We were driving
in an open car. She was not sitting
too close to me. Her gentle oval
the face under the black veil was stern and
sad, and this expression is not at all
connected with the rapid movements of her hands,
who continued to caress me. At the hotel we
They offered us a two-room suite, accepting us
for husband and wife. I glanced sideways at her
afraid that she will refuse, but she calmly
walked up the stairs, following
the bellhop who was carrying a suitcase.
 I still didn't know who was mine
companion. Her mourning gave me hope that
she is a widow. Judging by how willingly she
agreed to take a room with me,
public opinion didn't matter to her
of great importance and could not serve
an obstacle to the continuation of our relationship.
Although the remnants of instinctive modesty in
combined with complete shamelessness, with
which she gave herself to me, and the variety
caress, which gave such piquancy to our
closeness, sometimes made me laugh. Yes,
for example, she did not open the door for a long time,
when I returned from the hairdresser,
knocked on the room.
 - No, you can’t, I’m not dressed. - I heard
the noise of things being moved. I continued
insist, but she refused to open
door, again half annoyed, half jokingly
answered. - But I’m completely naked. Yes
you're crazy. Ugh, what a shame. No, not at all
what.
 Perhaps it’s not worth saying that how
I was the only onelet into the room (and for this
it took significantly less time
what do you need to get dressed) this modesty
became not strict at all.
 We wandered around the city quite a bit,
went into the old monastery, wandered around
dark alleys of the park, and even made
walk along a fast river among shady
shores. The boat slid slowly along
dark water, a light breeze refreshed our
hot heads. It was amazing
ok. A quiet and gentle evening has come,
when we returned to the hotel to
rest and change clothes. There's nothing to say
that we only succeeded in the second. I still don't
could indifferently see how from deep
mourning reveals a slender body, flexible and
young. Her every move caught
through my eyes, was immediately conveyed
an unmistakable reflex throughout the body,
concentrating blood, muscles, strength, again
awakening desire. No, this half hour
We didn't have to rest! In lilac
in the dusk of the evening it was noticeable what
deep voluptuous shadows fell on Elena
under the eyes. Those eyes twinkled then
flashing with the flame of experienced pleasure,
then extinguished from the weight endured
fatigue. Her hands, weakened in
hugs, hanging helplessly along
body bowed in languor. Caressed
my knees clenched lazily and powerlessly,
small feet passed them on
slow motion, clearly wrapped around
heavy black silk around young hips
dresses. As I followed her movements,
it seemed to methat I see naked lines
chiseled calves. Caressing the cozy dimples with your eyes
under the round knees, I contemplated
impeccable lift of the hips, topped
like a halo of reddish hair, under
a fluffy ball of which rose pink
belly marble It seemed to me that I
plunged his gaze full of pleasure into
mysterious places where it was barely dark
ajar door, pressed together
slender legs. But at the same time
fatigue overcame me.
 She made movements sluggish, lazy
hands, suddenly hampered the movements of the legs and
a relaxing wave passed through my calves. I
began to fear that it would happen again
terrible paralysis, which so suddenly
took possession of me on the train. I wanted to give up
from caresses, feeling that drowsiness is beginning
envelop my consciousness, but still dreamed
about a tender embrace and trembled at the thought that
tomorrow maybe I'll have to leave
with Elena. We came home early after having dinner at
Schumann, where luckily I managed to get
several bottles of wine. I almost drank them
one because Elena, having made several
sips, said that she was drunk and without
wine.
 - No! Now go to sleep, - decisively
she said when I tried to hug her.
 We entered the room. Several
with quick movements she threw off
dress that fell at her feet, revealing
a completely new creature. Without sitting down, she
standing, holding the back of the chair, she took off
stockings, revealing young whiteness high
legs, pulled the ribbon,impatiently
moving his hips, causing the edges of the cambric
the shirts parted and came back together, revealing
for a moment a curly mound. As if
alien, rabid creature, with unbearable
trying to forcefully break the barrier,
preventing him from enjoying this spectacle
rose within me. Yes, tremble and
It was impossible to hold back! All mine
male pride reared up. Me too
got up. Elena mockingly, over her shoulder,
looked at me, then took off her bra,
remained in only a short shirt, barely
covering her charm, and, approaching
to the washbasin and began to wash herself. I was following
her, absorbed in desire, to restrain
which was becoming more and more every minute
more difficult. Raising your arms high above your head,
she reached up with a lazy movement,
from which the shirt rose, revealing that
the place I've been waiting for. I froze in anticipation
but as if guessing my desire, Elena
laughed, and, leaning over the niche,
started splashing water on her face,
screaming with pleasure. Body
tensed, rounded, she seemed to
offered herself for copulation. Slightly
leaning back, she looked with a smile at
which again saw the familiar flicker
approaching passion. My whole being
tensed like a killer, ready to stab
knife into the victim's body. And I stuck it. I
plunged the blade into the hot, wet wound on
the entire depth with such fury that
Elena trembled. Her head fell back
hands frantically clutched the marbletable Little feet came off
floor and wrapped around my tense
legs I don't know whose moan, mine or hers
rang out, muffled by the tide of new
pleasure. Elena was almost overcome with ecstasy
instantly. She hung lifelessly from me
in her arms, her legs were unsteady and she probably
would have fallen if it had not been supported by support
more passionate and strong.
 - Wait... I can’t take it anymore. For the sake of
God, take me to the bed.
 I grabbed her in my arms and carried her like
prey. The mattress springs groaned with
complaint and resentment when they were attacked
the heaviness of our bodies. Elena begged for mercy.
Several minutes passed before she
allowed us to resume caresses. Her legs
moved apart, the hands regained their former
flexibility, wonderful, apple-like breasts
raised the hard pearls of her nipples. She
wanted me again, holding my symbol with her hand
passions. She transferred her power
grateful tenderness in a long squeeze,
barely audible and heartfelt. She admired
im.
 - Wait, don't go there. Give me
look at him. What a handsome man! You
looks like a torch blazing with crimson fire. I
as if I feel this flame igniting
everything is inside me,” she babbled, losing
consciousness of pleasure. - Give me
kiss him. Like this! It seems to me that
he passes this kiss deep into mine
bodies.
 And suddenly she darted about playfully,
delighted with the new thought.
 - How lucky you are, you can
caress yourself. Well, of course, try it
bend over. Not really,not like that, even stronger.
You see. Will you never
did you have to?.. When I was a girl I cried from
because I can’t kiss myself there
below. I had a sister a year older
me, and in the morning we sat on the bed and
they bent down, trying to touch their lips. And
when it seemed that there was nothing left
a little... And then we caressed each other
friend...
 She pulled me towards her, closed me
the ring on my legs. Got into the torso
and I felt as if elastic
small lumps of rubber, heels, sliding,
then they fall, then they climb again along my
back.
 “More, more...” Elena whispered,
out of breath. I increased my caresses tenfold
desire to give her complete bliss,
dive in for at least a few
millimeters deeper into her hiding place.
 “Kiss here,” Elena asked,
pointing to the valley separating the breasts. -
I think he'll get it
places.
 The paroxysm of passion came again, not
shared by me. I no longer controlled myself
it was not in my power to stop the caress,
as if not part of my body, but metal
a tired piston with dull cruelty
a soulless machine tormented a woman's body. To her
It wasn't easy either. Sometimes in it again
life flashed with instant fire, but these
the minutes were getting shorter, spasms of ecstasy
came more and more often, faster. It seemed that
my body turned into one, devoid of thought
and will, the organ of passion. I was exhausted, I
I was suffocating, waiting for the flow of moisture to extinguish
finally the heat does not giveneither me nor Elena
pleasure. She begged me:
 - Wait... Leave me, I'm no longer
I can. I have no strength... It seems to me that it is so
you can die... After all, this is already the sixth
once!
 And as if having received new strength, how
as if feeling that this caress can
actually kill her, she made a desperate effort
escaped from my embrace, slipped out of
under my pressing shoulders and
spread out on the bed almost without
consciousness. She reached for the night
table that stood near the bed, and barely
resisted. I felt it was real
flame like a stream of melted butter
covered the tender coverings of my body. This
Elena grabbed my penis with her palm,
filled with cologne. I was shocked
sudden, burning pain to the point that
lost the ability to realize that she
wants to do. Leaning over me
with her curly head, Elena breathed on the tender
the bare surface of my skin. This
light breathing gave an unusual
a soothing and lazy pleasure.
Then her wet lips, sharp tongue
stuck to dry skin and teased it with
endless tenderness. Started wandering around
body, sensitively vibrating and freezing under
with this caress. Her hands roamed over mine
body, almost without touching it. From them
shudders came from the growing melancholy
Elena's passions, as if passing on
distance all the power of tenderness perceived
from me, for this hour of continuous affection.
The ends of her fingers exuded sweetness
languor spreading throughout the body. ANDwhen these fingers accidentally touched
a tight bundle of muscles, skin vessels, I
felt like a moment of liberation
is approaching. Touching hands, lips,
languages became faster and faster
more persistently, more continuously, finally, they
merged into one inseparable pleasure.
A passionate shiver ran through my limbs.
A groan escaped from his clenched mouth. Stormy
the wave splashed and spilled, absorbed
with Elena's pressed lips. I saw how
a heavy sigh passed through my tense throat,
as if she had taken a strong sip. I
weakened, melted, lost consciousness from
bliss and powerlessness. The dream in which I
plunged immediately after the end of the caress,
can be compared to death.


 PART 4

 I opened my eyes in the morning. Elena is not with me
it was. In my sleep I thought that it must be
still late and immediately plunged back into
oblivion. Vague dreams brought me
vague memories of indescribable caresses,
experienced the day before. Anxious and sweet
the rested blood surged with excitement, and
at the same moment I heard the knocking of women
heels in the hallway and the rustle of a dress,
approaching my door. Sleep instantly
left me. I felt that
I wake up rested, full of vigor and
strength I propped myself up on my elbow and pulled out
head in the direction of the door where
Elena was supposed to appear. Steps
knocked past, a rustling sound was heard at the end
corridor. It was getting scary
Elena's absence continued for a long time. I
stood up and still, without realizingwhat's the matter, started
get dressed quickly. Elena was not there. Suitcase,
which contained the order, stuck out from under
a loosely closed wardrobe door.
I firmly remembered that yesterday I locked the closet
key, it was a matter of verifying otherwise
a few minutes. At these moments I
felt a terrible suspicion that,
like lightning, pierced my brain even earlier,
than I opened the closet doors. In my memory
a dimly lit
the figure of Elena, bending over in a dark compartment
over my things. Her frightened voice: "No
dare to come in!" And refusal to let me in
number when I returned from the hairdresser.
A feeling of deathly cold touched my
hair I suddenly opened the closet doors and
I saw: the suitcase was open, the order had disappeared...
 There was no doubt. This woman
fooled me like a boy. to me
it seemed as if the whole place suddenly collapsed
peace. 28 years of a worthy meaningful life,
family, career, honor - everything flew into
the underworld. I felt like I was dying
shoulders. Nothing could be more terrible than
horror of responsibility, fear
well-deserved shame, unbearable shame for
criminal negligence. I was tormented by the thought
that to this woman I was nothing more than
a random incident that
had to endure to achieve the goal.
Completely unrelated to me personally, she
played like a kitten plays with a mouse. me
filled with anger. Even more unbearable
was aware that never again
deep, wet,silky eyelashes,
breathing slowly and evenly, then expanding,
then again narrowing, as if voluptuous
a look from under a cambric shirt, not
arise in my memory and do not pass through
every nerve with a persistent, gentle impulse.
I realized that losing this woman was
beyond my strength. I have to find her
to fulfill his duty as an officer and
quench a man's thirst. No matter what
now I will find her, save myself or die
along with her.
 A few minutes later I was racing along
dusty highway. No need to tell how
I managed to find the right path. Now,
I probably couldn't even explain it.
Most likely the error-free one helped me
intuition. Something vague in my
consciousness, the presence of which is not even
you usually suspect, and what about
with extraordinary strength and precision begins
act at crucial moments, helped
I have to cross by noon
endless convoys, echelons of marching companies,
several rows of trailing guns,
trucks and carts loaded
peasant belongings, peasants, frightened
rumors about the imminent start of fighting and
senselessly going east. In the village
Latsand I heard that I was very young,
pretty woman in sister costume
Mercy hired me an hour before
cart to go to Oranda.
 The car was racing along a broken road with
at breakneck speed. I no longer knew how to run
time. Finally, in the distance a pitiful
a chatterbox, in which next to the gloomy
a Belarusian woman was sitting with a whitebandage
on the head. The distance between us
was shrinking every minute. Woman
turned around, I saw how horror distorted her
face. She waved her hands in despair,
she dug her fingers into the driver, he began to click,
pulled the reins, lashed the whip
a horse that galloped off.
 - Stop! - I shouted and grabbed
revolver and fired one by one
bullets. Huddled in fear to the seat,
the peasant stopped the chaise. Elena
jumped off and rushed to the small forest
at a distance of several fathoms from the road.
I squeezed the driver's shoulder.
 - Cornet, faster! Try
go around the forest on this side. The guard is there!
I became afraid that it was already time to save her.
impossible, but there was no time to think and I
rushed into the thicket of low trees and
bushes.
 I don't know how long I stayed in the forest.
Everything around was quiet and lifeless. Crunch
the branches under my feet forced me
flinch. I couldn't even hear the birds
the proximity of the front had an effect. Many times I
wanted to stop searching, go out into the field,
to call for help. It was clear that
a raid is needed that could
search every bush, examine every
tree. But I still didn't dare leave. me
stopped by the thought that if she was found
others, I can’t save her and at the same time
time I was afraid that she might come out
forests and hide.
 Clouds were approaching and it was getting dark.
Evening was approaching, I became cautious
listen. In the thick silence the slightest
the rustling echoed in my ears. Redheadsquirrel,
fluffing her tail, she carelessly climbed onto
tall spruce. I unconsciously followed
her eyes. She didn't notice me
her movements were light and free. She
got to the very top of the tree and
jumped from branch to branch with agility
acrobat. Clinging to thin branches
front paws, stood up, ready to
new jump, but suddenly froze,
hid, her ears pricked up suspiciously.
Her whole posture expressed fear and distrust, in
eyes sparkled with fear of one in trouble
gossipy old ladies. Looking where
the squirrel's face was turned, I saw
Elena. She frantically grabbed the branch
tree and pressed herself against the trunk, as if wanting
hide under his protection. Sat on
top of the tree, looking at me the same
with angry, intense eyes, like
A squirrel was watching her. I almost screamed
from joy. No it wasn't pride
officer who achieved his goal and saved
maybe a whole army. I was amazed
the delight of meeting the woman you love. She
was alone with me. In a few jumps
I reached the tree and began to climb
dry branches breaking underfoot. I
didn't say anything. I couldn't find it yet
words, I needed to hug her, feel her
under her hands the features of her beautiful body up to
last bend. She glared at me
with a look full of fear and hatred,
mouth slightly open. Finally my hand
touched her leg. With trembling fingers I
grabbed her by the full calves, but she was strong
heel kickcut my skin
chin. And she began to climb
thin bending under our bodies
top. Without realizing anything, I rose
behind her, the tree trembled. rang out
the crack of breaking branches, I instantly
understood the danger. We were hanging at a height of about
10 arshins above the ground. I wanted something
tell and explain to Elena that I want her
save what she only has to give
order I raised my head and blue eyes
the women lit up with an unfamiliar flicker
passions. An indescribable fire burned in them
hatred. Elena held her hand on the trunk
Christmas tree, as if it was about to jump down,
stood with her legs wide apart
diverging branches. The rush is sudden
the rushing wind blew her dress straight
above me there was a deep, insatiable darkness,
darkened by thick silk hair
mysterious eye. Almost losing consciousness from
desire gripped me, I did
movement up, sharp heel hit me
over the head, there was a crackling sound of breaking
branches, Elena's body flew past me and I
I heard it hit the ground.
 At that very moment I was next to her. She
lay helpless, with one arm twisted,
the dress rose to the top, revealing the white
immaculately beautiful legs. Her eyes
reflections burned with pain. Without thinking about
order, without uttering a sound, I
pounced on this body, crushed it with his hands,
tore the modest dress of the sister of mercy.
I dug my lips into the tender ovals of my breasts
boots pressed the woman's knees, unclenched
them,scratching thin skin. She fought back
hatred and despair. Her teeth with
They pierced my neck with terrible force. Nails
covered my face with bloody scratches. She
tried to get it, crushed by the weight
my body, an arm broken in a fall. But
it was all in vain. I crushed her with my shoulders
writhing body, arms spread to the sides
her hips and furiously penetrated the depths of her
bodies. But without caressing the woman I love, I
drove a cruel weapon into the body of a dying woman
criminals. I read in Elena's eyes
hatred. I was sure that through
I catch a few moments in her eyes
a familiar fiery desire, but at this moment
crazy, incomparable pain in
My body was seized with a deadly spasm. Elena
with her only good hand she grabbed and
squeezed with all her might, almost flattened
a tangle of nerves that just the day before
caressed her with such amazing tenderness. I
screamed like crazy and lost consciousness
from terrible pain, his hands weakened. Elena
quickly jumped to her feet and rushed
run. I didn't have the strength to pursue anymore
her.
 - Here she is! Hold her! - rang out
screams and I saw a detachment of soldiers rushing
in pursuit of Elena.
 After 2 minutes Elena was caught. Co
with all the anger and hatred that you can
people know I ordered:
 - It's a spy! Search her! - Ten
hands rummaged through the young body with pleasure.
There was no order.
 - Where is the order? - I asked, feeling
how rabies deprives me of opportunities
think and weigh youractions.
 - Tell me, where is the order?! - Furious
I repeated. - Strip her naked. Search
her.
 Tormented, bruised and scratched, but
yet the beautiful body shone in front of
me with its divine beauty. She
again awakened my passion, excitement,
for which there could be no fatigue,
overwhelmed me.
 - Cut the branches. Whack her! Yes, still
stronger! You say, bitch! - I shouted,
like crazy. Dirty and terrible
curses came out of my mouth.
 Whistling blows rained down on her head,
every bloody streak, every whistle
blow, every word of pain I listened to
rapture. Finally, I came to my senses and cool
turning around, he walked away. The whole body was
broken, my head ached from death
fatigue. As I was leaving I heard cackling
soldier, and suddenly came to his senses. After all, they
the beasts will rape her. This thought was
unbearable to share Elena with anyone.
Oh no! She shouldn't be anyone's anymore.
I turned around, Elena was lying unconscious.
 - This is a spy. She destroyed the army.
Hang her! - I commanded and saw how
from somewhere a rope appeared and rose
suddenly a divine body came from the earth. I saw
how it shuddered, stretched out, hung
low above the ground. A shiver ran through me
body. She was as sharp and full as
Elena's old hugs. But just like
for Elena, for me this caress turned out to be
the last one. This was the last wave
flowing into my veins. Never again in
no woman was able to livelight this torch, the fire of which is like
as if it went out with death convulsions
Elena. And Lazarus, once wonderful
resurrected, dead forever.

 I have been wearing this retribution for 15 years. I
I want pleasure, evoking an image in fantasy
distant voluptuousness. I'm going through agony
unattainable voluptuousness. I'm alive, full
passion and at the same time dead.
 Yes, you might be interested to know
what happened to the order? He was found in
the suitcase that Elena left in
tarantayke. There they also found a passport in the name
Elena Andreevna Rodionova, several
letters written by a large clear male
in handwriting beginning with the words: “Darling,
beloved Stasya!
 The order to attack was late. me
tried. They were sentenced to death, which
was replaced by 20 years of fortress. Revolution
released me. However, this
no longer interesting.