toy...costua, I'm cumming, I stopped oral sex and turned it back to him..he rested his hands against the wet wall and bent strongly...crushing his strong, smooth buttocks, I slightly parted them and accurate, but gentle movement introduced the petrified head of his cock in a narrow anus...at first, the young flesh had some resistance, but then Zhorzhik himself moved over my penis almost to the full depth...avoiding the sharp strokes, I slowly increased the tempo and George to move its marvelous ass....his breathing grew more and more heavy...he started moaning., squirming, but I held him tight to the waist....more often please! moaned he...I reinforced pressure-Zhorzhik suddenly twitched and came...a jet of his sperm with a thick slap lay on the transparent wall of the cabin...I felt his sphincter compress rhythmically and,unable to restrain myself anymore, released a powerful stream of sperm into his narrow ass..it was my first experience of this kind-and the feelings were incomparable! I wanted to take my dick out of the mouth, but he asked me to hold it there a little longer...the guy constantly was shaking...apparently this orgasm was his for the first time...I suddenly clearly and cynically said to myself- here is a ready scout in a small army of insurgents!then I had to wash Georges, wipe and put-he was in a semi-unconscious state....in parting, he gently kissed me on the lips and muttered-how gentle you are...having recovered, and having cheered up a horse portion of whisky, I put in order the records, made the work plan for tomorrow and was engaged in the analysis of last day...the picture was gloomy...judging by what he saw and heard this estate was a kind of reserve, where the jaded fat cats did everything they wanted..what a tired mind wants a hardened pervert? Yes, even greater perversion! the main thing-do not do anything stupid! otherwise, you'll be eaten alive by some exotic animal... the next day passed without any incident,only George surreptitiously glancing at me with affectionate eyes...testing Marie, I was convinced that she has a strong character and will not stop at anything in achieving its goal...cold, calculating bastard, rotten blood..but George, despite his deviations have not oskotinilis finally! and then-I became his friend...after class we again George went for a walk through the magnificent Park, kept in perfect condition...we examined a large fountain, walked to the stable...then they looked into the menagerie-looked at the huge bear, continuously circling the cage..."and there's wolves, a flock of six! and then there is the leopard!"enlighten me, George..."dad is preparing a ball in the Roman style - that little animals delivered for him!"and who will fight with whom-a bear with wolves?"gladiators will fight with them, people!"I kept silent. in the morning in the manor bustle began-a team of dexterous montajnikov erected the stage, the servants were mounted mast, hanging them on the flags,pyrotechnics erecting some structures, where the distance from the kitchen block was growling trucks, deliver food and alcohol.HIMSELF on a small electric car in a brocade robe with a bunch of clerks cut through the Park and personally gave instructions.in connection with this fuss, we worked out for two hours and were free...Marie, as usually here we go on the stables, and we with Georges were left to themselves...passing by us, HE graciously nodded to me and said something Beniamino, pointing at me...Veniamin swam up to us and said-"Mr. student, today we have a costume party!choose for yourself something suitable for Mr. Georges too!wardrobe's there..I'll show you!"junk in the wardrobe was more than in the big and small theaters combined...what is there just was not...Robinson Crusoe, once here, would have died of severe envy!but since the ball was in Roman style, I chose the toga of a Roman horseman with a narrow purple stripe, and Georges- a short tunic embroidered with gold..."And Marie?"I asked." she'll play the Egyptian whore Cleopatra!"evil responded Georges..we went to the castle to try on our new clothes.wearing toga and long Legionnaire kaliga I was very pleased...George also didn't waste any time - diving into the tub and popraschavshis there, he triumphantly came out in braided sandals and a short tunic..there was nothing underneath.are you going?""Yes, my outfit - the height of chastity."-joyfully said Georges and his eyes again caught fire lustful lights! he clung to me and whispered quietly, " let me lick you?and then suck your cock?"I did not refuse the little debauchee, but a disturbing thought flashed - he'll fuck me someday,pig!but I, unwittingly, became more and more attached to this vicious child with the clear eyes and smile of an angel...dropping the toga and kaliga, I fell on a wide bed, Georges jumped right on me- I managed to intercept his strong body...on the move,he dug into my lips,hugged, and free hand began to caress cock and balls..then gradually moved to the neck, chest, nipples.all this he did so naturally and skillfully that I could not believe that he was only 15 years old...forcing me to bend my knees, he began to lick my balls, gently pulling them and biting, without ceasing to caress the head of his cock..firmly taking in his fist my balls, he ducked even lower and I felt his hot tongue, carefully processing my anus....I was seized by the wildest feeling, it is unlikely before me tested..I bent., her hands involuntarily clenched into fists! from somewhere in the depths of the womb rolled out a feral growl....but the little prankster continued to villainize, giving vent to his unbridled imagination!now Zhorzhik licked the head of the penis, while he managed to insert two fingers into my ass, gently massaging the anus from the inside....such torture could not stand-with a long moan I finished in his mouth, jet after jet..not yet fallen into the state of polubomu...I don't remember how long I've been in this position..a gentle slap on the stomach and inextinguishable laughter of George brought me in a sense-"arise, sir! it is time for us - will soon be flooding the guests!we cannot refuse such a spectacle!"that bastard..and fresh, and washed, and combed..and I'm like an old grandma's broken trough...but a shower with a good glass of gin got me in the mood..dressed in their robes skomoroshij we walked out of the room. I firmly slapped George on tight ass and hissed in his ear,"more, I won't let you,you bastard!"George, in response, leaping laughed and made a wry face to me...coming out into the fresh air, I was amazed at the changes that occurred during our absence...the castle and the Park were lit with colored lights, along the paths burning bowls, blazing green,red, blue lights...everywhere was rastavleny wicker chairs and canapés..herds of the Chaldeans, the immaculately white garments,rushed through the Park,finishing the final preparations for the invasion of two-legged locusts...the stage was decorated in Roman style-beams carried,fasces with axes,scotomy,Gladius,buccina Roman and other exotic.an eagle with a triumphal wreath in its beak hovered from above...Georges smiled - " Mr. mentor! and not to catch us something tasty while these Crookshanks has not reached here!?"I did not mind and we took some yummy from a huge table, enhancing the taste experience with a glass of champagne
far at the gate there was a noise of arriving cars guests...that began to appear and the first characters of the unfolding action...going further, we saw HIMSELF sitting in a chair in the robes of Caesar, with a gold Laurel wreath on his head surrounded by four liquors...some of the guests he greeted with a wave of his hand, who respectfully approached him with a greeting himself, the other went from his chair and laughingly clapped on the shoulder or shook hands...the lady clapped familiarly on the ass or kissed respectfully on the shoulder...meanwhile people arrived...what garments was not here,toga, tuniki, raincoats-Caracalla, Greek robes, even Jewish-and those were present...well, an abundance of military armor, red cloaks, shells, helmets and feathers...women flaunted in transparent robes, others with bare Breasts, in incredible hairstyles, with a mass of bracelets and necklaces...the ladies ' underwear was missing- probably out of respect for the era....the whole fraternity were familiar with each other-then huddled groups, tabunchiki..heard a tutting noise and cheers...the hum intensified-arrivals, thirsty, began actively to satisfy her hard while biting...I could not help feeling that half of the guests ' faces were familiar to me..I asked about this George...he smiled and nodded...business!meanwhile, on stage, popping out a well-known parodist gerontofil and carried his usual kolesino...joking, laughing at his jokes,clowning...the audience ,listening to half an ear, she sympathetically expressed her full delight to his brilliant talent...George tugged on my sleeve-I'll start a regular routine! let's take a walk!"we went slowly through the alleys of the Park, talking about General topics...Zhorzhik did not have enough experience in conducting discussions, but humor and common sense were present...the scene was very vocal people, deserved and just popular, honestly practicing his fee..but we are not alone was boring this concert for a coop neatly trimmed bushes was an active romp, heard moans and the sound of intense snorting.George smiled and pressed a finger to smiling lips and tiptoe around the bushes.then he beckoned to me, laughing my head off...I quietly walked over and through the branches I discovered a beautiful picture-lovely mating of three bisexuals, two respectable gentlemen and a burly old girl...the rags were dumped on the grass next to the champagne bottles.one of the burly gentlemen, lying back on the canapes, recklessly licked the anal and vagina of the girl, with a squelch and loud sniffling..the girl briskly moved a massive pelvis, chatting with heavy Tits...the second gentleman, kneeling, made a passionate Blowjob to his partner...bringing him to the desired condition, he got up from his knees, lifted his legs and began to enter the ass...the girl managed to bend and grab a free cock with her mouth....they were in the exact rhythm, which indicated a decent experience in such cases....and the fact that they finished almost simultaneously proved the height of their relationship....the air was filled with groans, groans, growls...it seemed that everything was imbued with the spirit of lust!I took Georgie by the shoulders and we quietly moved away from this place.he smiled slyly, looking into my eyes...I wagged my finger at him, causing him to laugh... after proceeding a few steps, we came again to the happy lovers - drunk in shreds..the guy did not want to stand, and his girlfriend made heroic efforts to combat this misunderstanding....someone long and noisy vomit, where the brawl broke out, immediately repaid well trained Chaldeans...past us swept the company of absolutely naked maidens, cheerfully waving torches..the holiday was in full swing!"is that all?"no, it's just a warm-up...the ugly and the uninitiated will be removed-and the real action will begin! listen to me,mentor! today there are only small animals - I can take you back to his box..it is closed from all sides-no one will see you there! and you will see live what in the movie will not show!"curiosity kills the cat-but another such chance will not be presented! Agreed...at this time, the fireworks flashed across the sky swept up the fire birds of all colors,raznocvetnye bouquets, balls, hemispheres...all this fiery extravaganza of prodoljalas 15 minutes...the media did not hesitate...led by Georges, I followed him at a rapid pace along only the familiar paths of the Park..we were quickly approaching the gloomy DotA building, sparingly illuminated from below...at the main entrance were crowding belomoriye the Chaldeans, but Georges went on the back side,confidently diving into some technical basement.I illuminated it with my secret flashlight and Georges, skillfully wielding the key, opened the heavy door.. quickly dived into the building, we closed the door with a key. there was enough light in the room,and a heavy hum of fans could be heard..Georges pulled me up the narrow stairs and soon we found ourselves in a wide circular corridor."this is the third tier, the most the upper hand!"Georges explained. a number of steel doors could be seen from the inside of the corridor. George came up to her, pulled a magnetic card and jamming it in the slot, dialed a number code. the door opened and we entered a rather large room. in it were two chairs, a table in the corner of the fridge.the large viewing window facing the arena was incredibly thick.I glanced greedily down into the arena...it represented a circle with a diameter of 15 meters, covered with a smooth layer of yellowish sand..around her towered the granite wall the height of two meters, which is densely stuck steel rods, stretching into the ceiling.."Georges, tell me what it means.""see the three tiers of seats?it's for simple people with big money.left pulley-release the beasts and soldiers, and carry away the corpses...in front of him the bed of the owner-Manager, I mean DAD...with him sit elected...and who for whatever reasons does not wish to glow - aboiut VIP boxes, such as ours...glass special - we all see through them perfectly - but from the outside they are darker beer bottles...anonymity - first of all! well, the wait is long! can I sit on your lap? "and he curled up in a ball on my lap, sniffing my ear in peace....meanwhile, the amphitheater was filled with people, the noise grew, the music thundered . suddenly the audience roared, welcoming someone invisible to me!glory to Caesar! benefactor!Ave! Hurray!Heil!Banzai!George shuddered, tears from my lap and walked over to the observation window...DADDY's here...I stood beside him.it was seen as HIMSELF,surrounded by digging minutesago species, welcomed the raging crowd....with difficulty climbed the input block and the arena rolled out the familiar maksik-gerontofil. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen! we are happy to get together again in order to enjoy an unforgettable spectacle, given to us by a wonderful person who makes our lives richer and more meaningful! please welcome him and give all imaginable honors worthy of naidostoyneyshih! Hurray!"the crowd vividly reacted wild remov this nonsense...Maksyuta again rattled" today we have three matches!only three..but any!? what fighters, what their opponents!? the arena is called mighty man!number one-Rurik!"the arena unhurried pace came the thickset bearded man, rising and article comparable with the average bear...he was bare-chested, and mighty muscles rolled under his white skin like Boas..his attire was made up of fur pants fastened with a large silver plaque on his flat stomach..he was boss,from under bushy eyebrow glittered,as the pieces pan-blue ice, ruthless eyes...in his hands he held the spear of monstrous size was not less than half a meter, and a thickness of not less than three fingers. polished horns menacingly arched outward.a narrow axe with a long axe-axe rested on the waist, thrown over the left shoulder.he completed his armament with a long leather-scabbard, worn on his left side..the audience met him with an enthusiastic roar..he was good!."number two-Attila!"again howled max.Attila was high,flexible, thin-waisted- but broad shoulders...the same as Rurik, he was bare to the waist, but his arms were steel handrails, demand narrow strips of fur..blue pants, belted with a red sash, leather boots with steel capes and reinforced with knives, a long knife behind the left shaft....but his main weapon was an old sword, weighted with Elman, which was familiar taste of blood...on the left hand of Attila, in addition to steel handrails, was wearing a leather clutch with sewn steel strips..dark hair in a bun and tied with a blue ribbon...again a storm of delight! "and finally-number the third! fearless fighter from Africa-mbenga aladeen!"a tall,skinny Negro wrapped in a red raincoat of coarse cloth ran into the arena..in his hands he held a diamond-shaped shield, trimmed with lion skin and two heavy Darts...behind the shield was stuck a long knife with a simple hilt...people just howled in anticipation of a terrible massacre..."ladies and gentlemen! rush to place your bets. hurry up-time is running out! and now - surprise!"Zhorzhik explained to me that everyone has the right to consider the beast with which gladiators will fight and, based on their own ideas to bet..."Rurik will come to bear.Attila alone will fight with six large wolves, well aladine dostatsya leopard...the worst chances- Attila's...wolves have a great experience of a coordinated attack!"while George introduced me, the light above the stage went down and under the Oriental music and the rhythmic drumming in the arena joined the unusual procession...four slender naked girls with flawless bodies, sprinkled with silver powder, made on their shoulders closed with gold chiffon palanquin.putting it gently ,they fell down, obviously waiting for his master....light curtains quietly spotli down and performed numbed the public ideal of beauty...it was Marie in the best of their young nakedness.her body was sprinkled with gold powder, and in the faint light above the arena, she gave the impression of a frozen statue, cast in gold.."here comes the fucking whore!"- commented Georges.Marie began to Flex rhythmically to the beat of the music, shifting,pushing his feet...her slaves crawled to her on his knees on four sides and began to please his mistress....two began to passionately lick her nipples, the other two paid all their attention to the vagina and anus...Marie began her passionate song...the roar of the drums intensified, the rhythm accelerated....Marie's body kept accelerating its convulsions., the girls also joined in a frantic rhythm...suddenly the drums stopped abruptly and the final chord sounded passionate moan Marie...she went limp on her Golden bed, and the slaves dexterously draped her Golden body with chiffon, and slowly and solemnly carried the palanquin from the arena....the audience burst into howling and whistling, standing ovation and was constantly singing.....I looked at MYSELF- he also applauded a thoroughbred and his face shone with a victorious smile....finally passions subsided, the white-uniformed Chaldeans collected the last bets and the warmed-up public was looking forward to the first fight....in the arena reappeared Rurik-he was sullen and focused ,checking their weapons, he's powerful hands grabbed the spear and pointed it toward the exit ,where heard an indignant snarl of the beast,which drove through the narrow corridor into the arena,usbdrive injections long and sharp peak. the bear swiftly popping out into the arena and stopped dead in my tracks...out of his mouth drooled, his nose was continually looking for the enemy - an abundance of strange odors and strange noise knocked the beast off....Rurik slightly stomped on foot, then low jumped up..the bear happily turned in his direction-here he is, the source of all his misadventures, discovered..briskly jumped on his hind legs, the bear quickly rushed at the enemy...hall has stopped for...but Rurik was on guard- he rapidly attacked the beast, aiming a spear its heart..but missed a little bit-with a hideous crackling, tearing living flesh, the pricks almost the entire depth came the bear in the chest..Rurik deftly backed the end of the spears with the left foot while the right hand jerked his long axe...bear with all its weight fell on the spear that crackled menacingly...long paw of the bear with outstretched claws with lightning speed rushed to the head of Rurik! he rapidly recoiled,but curved claws slashed like daggers in the eye for a moment turning his left cheek in one bloody mess...with a crash the slingshot under a heavy carcass broke and the weakened bear collapsed on four paws...Rurik,despite the painful shock, deftly moved to the right and a severe blow drove the axe into the base of the skull of a bear on the butt...then ,drawing his long dagger, stabbed to the depth of the animal under the shoulder blade....roar, whistle, hooting blew the air above the arena...Rurik powerlessly sat on the carcass of the defeated enemy and tried to stop the pouring out severed cheeks blood...two orderlies grabbed him by the arms and took him away from the arena....the Ministers tried to pull the axe out of the bear's skull. but I couldn't..so with the toprom in the skull of the poor bear pulled the hooks from the place of his last battle...I stood shocked by what I saw...Georges patted me on the back and said quietly, " mentor, that's not the worst..."filled with sand blood all flattened again and the arena was ready for the new mortal Kombat...and again two-legged animals were ready with gusto to look at someone else's death and suffering, themselves remain completely safe..however - it always has been....but on pure sand already walked a handsome Attila,twirling his sword, flexing the brush... on the left hand he was wearing a clutch, tied with leather straps, in the left hand - a long double-edged dagger."ox, and hard-him will have!"said Georges. again blandinka dexterous collected rates, along with carrying sufferers glasses of champagne...again with difficulty climbed the input block..the wolves couldn't drive - they clung to the walls, snapping,similis...finally in doorway appeared the largest of them- clearly a leader.for him tightened and the rest...this were large, Mature predators, soldered team...like other animals, they were first stunned by DIN, light, waves of strange smells...but the leader slowly ran around the arena, sniffed everything and just directed their green peepers in of one person standing alone...the rest of the pack was exactly repeated his actions and sat there, taking in a semicircle of Attila....probably kept them from hand to mouth, so they see the person first and foremost prey...one of the wolves lazily rose and headed for Attila.sniffing the man, the wolf is too far stretched his face-a sharp blow to the right foot in the jaw it with a short squeal was tlell to the wall..the wolves scattered in different directions, only the leader grinned menacingly and not lost a step..Attila made a short movement in the direction of the leader- he immediately sat down to jump...the wolf wasn't afraid of it!others began to circumvent Attila back, not daring ,however ,more decisive action, or waiting for the team leader...but man decided to play with death.easily moving forward, he flatly struck his sword on the ridge of the leader..he recoiled and then leaped, aiming for the man's throat.Attila deftly dodged, and the wolf ,clicked teeth flew past...another tried to grab him from behind in the knee, but Attila did not even turn around, took his sword on the skull..the immediately bounced- he had his ear chopped off....the artistry with which Attila ruled with the pack, called the audience a storm of emotions...after each successful trick room exploded with applause! but and a flock zverela-attacks have become more coordinated, synchronous-wolves turned its ominous dance all more rapidly...the denouement was not far off...Attila became tired- and a flock this felt..one of the wolves again rushed to the chest-and he managed to cling to the protective sleeve!the other ,with a severed ear, clung to the knee, trying to trim the tendon...the third was ready to jump from the chest...and then Attila turned around in all its glory, all that he did so far, was nothing more than a game!rapid cutting movement of the sword, he dumped the guts of the beast, clinging to his hand, learned chopping motion of the sword behind his back- and the wolf with the severed ear lost half of its muzzle...jumped on him of a wolf he met a short poke of a dagger right in the eye...the leader did not give up his - he again rushed to the attack...his leap was magnificent! but a short wave of the heavy blade broke his forehead in half..another one of the remaining fighters tried to grab Attila in the groin,but a heavy blow of an iron boot lifted him into the air, and a long chopping blow with a stretch made from one large predator two bloody stumps....the last survivor gray with howling rushed along the wall, not knowing in what crack to it to be hammered...Attila's triumph was complete...hall roared, as not roared during lesbos-show....before, Atila has left, limping, from the arena ,not missing the opportunity to kick the last of the pack..."what a fighter!"Georges said respectfully...a noise in the hall did not abate for a long time - someone demanded champagne, someone counted their losses...meanwhile in the arena was not quite clear to job workers ostavlyali high pedestals similar to selenie trees, tossed trunks, made debris...yeah, preparing the battlefield for undaunted aldiano....after experiencing the passions, the people quietly drank and waited for the nail of the program- aldiano and leopard...again rustled bills-bet is a sacred thing....finally the action began.but first, the arena was kicked out of a large leopard...he hissed, Baring his long teeth, swept up, jumped on the trunks and cabinets, and then disappeared between two crossed trunks,deciding that it is safer. a long tail darted from side to side, indicating extreme nervousness cats....the appearance of aladeen was met with an approving roar...he bowed briefly, took one of the Darts in his right hand and began to investigate the obstacles where the leopard could be found...the arena is not the jungle, not Savannah, so aldiano quickly identified the place of maturation of the leopard...but kick out the cat was a difficult matter...the leopard was clearly unwilling to fight...the Negro poked the cat with a dart several times.this went on for a long time, in response, she fought back with powerful blows of paws...finally the limit of patience of the leopard dried out, he stormed out of the shelter and in a rage rushed at aldiano...a powerful blow of his paw,easily breaking the legs of the antelopes, was to shield the nigger blew to the side like a feather..he hit his back on the nightstand and stood on his feet..that saved him...it was a real fighter! in the next second he threw a dart at the furious cat that rushed at him..dart tangentially cut left shoulder leopard and stuck to the ribs...the lepard famously jumped on the nearest barrel and the dart flew from the wound....stunned aladeen took a second dart, gathered and several times highly hopped along jumping singing spells...the leopard was sitting on a high pedestal, and actively licking a heavy wound...his yellow eyes smoked with pain and fury...aladeen, those present at the dances gait approached the table,where he sat breathing hot death, the leopard pursed, ready to jump, but aladeen ahead of him- a dart with a whistle thrown by a confident hand entered just below the leopard's throat..but that didn't stop the cat's throw!leopard already and agony collapsed on aladeen, who had to hide behind a shield..the Negro desperately floundering, trying to get the enemy with a long knife,but the blows inflicted on them in the side ,did not reach the goal...the leopard agonized and in his agony tore the enemy's legs with his hind legs, not covered with a shield...soon it was all over..when aladeen pulled out from under the carcass of a leopard he was unconscious....the medics quickly bandaged his legs, tattered to shreds, and brought him to his senses...he was lucky- three broken ribs and a wounded leg...."all right mentor! we have to get out of this wonderful place!"-brought me back to reality, the voice of George....I caught a glimpse of the vip box - there reigned real fun.the evening was a success! end of second part.