- At the device.
- Tyoma, I'm on the case.
- As always. Spit it out.
- There is work. From Dmitry Sergeyevich.
“So it's a serious matter.” What or who do we do?
- You see, the task is not quite normal.
- Usual and we do not happen.
- This have not happened before.
- Oh, okay, you need to crush your boobs as if you are not the first day! Speak as it is, do not walk around the bush, for us there are no impossible tasks.
- Do you remember Dmitry Sergeevich's nephew?
- Kirill something? Of course I remember, how can you forget this. What, this goldfinch has become a lot to take on, interferes with his uncle? There will be no problems with it. To teach him a punishment or to the archangels on a date to send?
“No, no, what are you saying, you can't touch him, he's the only and beloved nephew!”
It's a pity!
- Well, what's the matter then ?! Again, you Kissel plant!
- He has problems at school, with a history teacher. All teachers as teachers, intelligent, Pyaterochka draw a relative of such a respected person, they know that soon the USE and he still enroll in a prestigious university. And this rested forehead, they say, teaching honor does not allow her to put above two!
“Only we have the task of taming the obstinate teacher, right?”
- Exactly.
“I really thought that the task was extra-complicated, and here it was utter nonsense.” She doesn’t like him fives, he will put dozens after our visit!
- I think our guys attract no sense?
- Yes, there will be too many of us.
- There is another nuance.
- What else?
- Cyril wants to participate in the process.
“Does this sucker have a lump or something, a-ha-ha-ha!, Smoking at a historic?”
- No dick funny.
- The stump is clear, not funny. This ghoul can us all the work to fuck up. And what does he want to do, whoever is not enough for him?
- Yes, hell will understand them, these majors, with fat are furious! But you understand the desire of the client and all that ...
“Okay, not ssy, and not such problems were solved, but this one is completely trivial.” We'll come up with something.
- Yes, I do not ssu. Two days to prepare us enough?
- What is there to cook? In the evening we will discuss the plan, and tomorrow you can get down to business.
- Okay, then, till the evening.
- Until the evening, bye.
I'm dropping a call.
Yes, the youngster had already completely lost the bar, since he decided to involve people like Nikita and me into such trivial matters. Usually we are trusted to remove competitors from the road, too curious journalists, arrogant garbage. Even if it is just a serious conversation, it is with respectable people, and not with some teacher. We solve real problems, rather than digging in the sandbox. But nothing can be done, Dmitry Sergeyevich is one of the best customers. He pays well and does not tolerate objections.
In the evening I, Nikita and Kirill, over billiards and beer, discussed the upcoming operation. We decided not to pull the tires and turn everything tomorrow morning. Just Sunday, Galina Stepanovna has a day off. She lives, as Cyril assured, alone. Before lunch should be managed.
And so Nikita and I are sitting in the car, a block from Galina Stepanovna’s house, waiting for Kirill. Outside it is overcast, dirty snow on the roadside, puddles in thin crusts of ice, typical March weather.
- Well, where is this fool, already half an hour late! - I resent.
- Looks like his beha rides.
Indeed, the blue BMW M3 bursts into the parking lot, wagging and spraying dirty puddles, and dramatically slows down next to us. Kiryusha, clearly drunk, is falling out from behind the wheel and, walking a little, staggering towards us. The floors of his expensive coat unbuttoned in the mud, the black hairs were disheveled, his face was a silly slobbering smile.
- Well, what, pagni, let's start! - wryly grinning, he tries to command us.
- We sort of agreed yesterday - to be cucumbers by morning.
- Come on, I just drank a shot of brandy, for courage.
Nikita and I scowl at each other and Nick is trying to calm the young man:
- Let you sit here, and we ourselves will do everything.
“Not a hega like that,” he said, “the contract was with me, and the contract is bigger than money!”
- Well, do you want us to take the video with her remorse? - understanding all the hopelessness of this proposal, I try to persuade him.
- What are you, pgoblem from Dmitriy Seggeevich want? Do not want you, we argues find, and pozgovogchivy!
Yeah, it smelled fried! I whisper to Nikita:
- Ok, and so we can handle.
“All right, let's go,” he agrees, “just bring yourself in order, Cyril.”
That offended pout and so plump lips:
- Yes, I am already in the routine, there is no place better.
- Then let's go, we act according to the plan.
We get out of the car, in the shower cursing this “burly freak”, we stretch police caps, fix the form, fasten our jackets and go to the house of our victim. Nikita and I are in front, Kirill is slightly behind. No, we are not policemen, but the form is real, as are the certificates, and a statement from the neighbors. Well, almost real, not distinguishable from real ones, you can’t laugh at it. Nikita has a real machine gun on his shoulder, AKSU-74, and I, as an officer, have a PM in a holster and a leather briefcase in hand. Well, the rest Cop pribludy like taninators and handcuffs, of course. Around the usual sleeping area with Khrushchev, mud, puddles, empty playgrounds, pigeons, stray dogs and gloomy passersby. We approach the desired entrance in a typical five-story building, scaring away some drunks in the gazebo, quickly retreating to the rusty garages at the sight of us. On the steel door code lock with clearly distinguished from the frequent use of buttons: 4-5-6. We go inside, go up to the second floor, call the right door. Kiruha waiting for the signal at the third. Silence. Call again. A female voice is heard:
- Run, run, now, get dressed only!
We are waiting for about a minute. The peephole gets darker, then lights up again. The same voice, but with a frightful note:
- Who's there?
- Police, district authorized senior lieutenant Kovalev. You received a statement of public disorder.
- Can not be!
- Maybe. Here is a statement from the neighbors, which says that you watch TV at night too loudly. Open, please, we will take an explanation from you and leave.
- And who is the second?
- Sergeant Patrol Nikitin.
The locks click, the door opens, but remains on the chain. A petite, rather young and pretty curly blonde with horn-rimmed glasses peeks into the slot:
- Show the paper.
I show her the “statement from neighbors” concocted last night, poking me with a “crust”. The cat meows behind the door, rubs against the fat legs of the hostess in slippers.
- I do not know such. This is from what apartment?
- Above, from the 38th, they recently entered.
- I kind of know them, they never had any complaints to me.
I depict the sadness and fatigue that has accumulated from the annoying residents of my site:
- Do not worry you so. You will write in the explanation that nothing was broken, there will not even be a fine. Do you think we want to do all this? We ourselves are not thrilled, but what to do: there is a statement, we must react. Delov something just for a couple of minutes, write what and how, and we leave to catch the real criminals.
- Well, if so, then I'll probably let you in. Just call the neighbors first from the top, find out what they think about this.
Before she could close the door, Nikita pushed her along with Galina inside with a powerful blow of the case. She flies into the wall opposite, the back of her head hurts, the glasses fly to the floor, the cat runs to the kitchen with a scream. Yeah, it wasn’t enough noise! I wriggle a limp woman's hands behind my back, fasten handcuffs, seal my mouth with tape and drag her into the room. I notice that Cyril is already there. All on the nerves, eyes are burning, hands are shaking ....
Nikita calmly closes the front door and enters next. We put Galina Stepanovna on a chair and tie her to the back, she does not resist. Nikita brings a vial of ammonia to her nose to her nose. She startled, raised her head, looking at us with worn eyes.
“Well, what are you, Galina Ivanovna,” I begin.
“Stepanovna,” Nikita corrects.
- Stepanovna. No matter. So what are you so unkindly dear guests meet, Galina, especially law enforcement officers? We have come to you with all our hearts, sincerely and heartily, you have come to solve the problem, and you have come to us with such distrust. Not good!
- Fucked up, how badly, even very bad! - breaks into Kiryusha's monologue.
Galina, with horror and hatred at the same time, looks at him, breathes heavily, something moos through scotch. I throw a sharp unkind glance at Kirill and continue:
- You see, even your best, yes, yes, the best student in the future agrees with me! It is about his progress that we have some questions for you. You don't mind discussing them with us, are you? What? Can't hear nod your head.
She is silent, as if the partisan was being interrogated by the fascists, proudly straightening her shoulders and even with some contempt in her eyes.
“You just don’t have to build yourself a new Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, you shouldn’t aggravate your situation.” You know how she ended? Of course, you know, you're a history teacher! Do you think that in your honor a memorial plaque will be hung on the porch or will you call a street by your name somewhere in Saratov? You understand how ridiculous it sounds: Galina Stepanovna Zolotareva Street, a hero of Russia, who gave her life in the name of pedagogical principles! You are an adult, and adults can always find a common language and come to an agreement, and not build up from themselves it is not clear who and why it is not clear!
Here Kirill again tried to sum, but I had to cool him down:
- And you, young man, please be silent while the adults are talking, do not have the habit of interrupting your elders, it is impolite.
He fell silent. How long? I again appeal to the related historian:
- I hope you understand the seriousness of your position?
Nods.
- Now we will unstick an adhesive tape, and you will not do stupid things, shout, call for help, and we will just have a nice and businesslike conversation. Do you understand?
Nods again.
- Nikita, free the lady's mouth. Let him express his point of view on this problem.
Nikita walks off and rips off the tape with a sharp jerk. There is a characteristic tearing sound, Galina ohkaet quietly. Around the mouth is a red rectangular spot, lips firmly compressed into a thin line. I look at her inquiringly. Finally, she begins to speak:
- You must understand, I am brought up in a family of teachers and I have moral principles that exceed any material benefit. I can, for example, under your pressure, individually and more closely engage in teaching Cyril, improve his knowledge in history, and if he himself, I repeat: he himself, will show a desire and take my subject more seriously, then his assessments will naturally grow, and the more serious it is, the higher. But no, I repeat: there will be no free fives. Do what you want with me, but this is the maximum that I agree on!
Here Kirill gets stuck again:
- Shut up, you stupid bitch! Here I am in command!
He approaches Galina and puts a strong slap in her face, swings for the second, but Nikita pulls him away and puts him on the sofa:
- Chill out, kid, so we will not achieve anything. Trust the professionals.
Galina did not even shed a tear in spite of her cheek burning with fire. stories about sex Strong woman! And pretty attractive. It looks about thirty, although it is full, but there is a waist, from under the robe you can see a voluminous chest, even though the legs are short and wide in the thighs, but without traces of arthritis and bluish veins, face, even without make-up and in red spots of scotch tape and face, pretty pretty. But the situation in the apartment is not very: the old Soviet furniture, shabby wallpaper, carpet on the wall and the smell of cattle, dirty dishes on the table and a pile of paper. Typical apartment lonely intellectuals. I again attempt to settle the matter peacefully:
- You see what your principles lead to. And all for what? For the beggar's salary, on which you are renting this wretched odnushku in a criminal area? You're lucky that Cyril turned to us, and not to the gopnik from your yard, they would have three skins off you! And Dmitry Sergeevich is a kind and generous man, he will take care of improving your financial situation. All you have to do is to see in Kiril an excellent student in history, everything and everything!
- I said everything. My grandfather GULAG passed, I did not intimidate!
Sadly I would not like to resort to extreme measures, I do not like this thing.
- Sorry, very sorry. We wanted the best. Nick, get a cat here.
Nikita goes to the kitchen and brings a hissing and growling black-red cat by the collar.
- No, no, leave Marusia alone! - Galina screams.
“Never loved these creatures,” Nikita Galina smirks, “by the tail and live on the wall against the wall or in the oven, mistress?” There will be something to dine, a ha ha ha ha ha!
- Better with me what you want to do, just let the cat go!
Here Kirill jumps up again:
- Right now we will do it!
He approaches Galina, unzips his fly, pulls out his flaccid penis and pokes her mouth with the words:
- Suck, bitch, and then your crooked cat pussy!
Nikita, out of surprise, even dropped the cat, and that bullet huddled under the sofa.
Galina, choking with tears, takes the head of the penis in her mouth and reluctantly sucks. Kirill grabs her by the back of the head and pushes her sluggish to the full length, begins to fuck Galina roughly in her mouth, while puffing and blushing with concentration.
- Bitch, no way! Release her gooks, let them help!
Okay, the case has moved from the dead point at least in this way, I think at the moment when I come up and remove the handcuffs from Galina. She begins to finger her kiryushiny sluggish fighter, but to no avail. He unzips her robe and rubs her big white boobs. The member is also limp.
- Bitch, crud burning, inept twa, suck better come on!
He again begins to whip her on the cheeks, Nikita and I drag him off and put him on the sofa.
- Okay, okay, calm down, who does not happen! Stress, alcohol, outsiders ...
- I'm still fucking her fuck! - gets a flask of brandy from his bosom and takes a few large sips. “She will still scream like a pig!”
Yes, the guy, you see, all night kololesil! Eyes red, dull, tongue braids. He takes a couple more sips from the jar, falls on the sofa and starts to snore. Wrinkled and wet from saliva pisyun and sticks out of his pants. We disdainly cover him with a blanket and decide what to do next. Galina sobs loudly in a chair, covering her face with her hands, naked to the waist. Her poured tits sway to the beat of sobs. I walk up and slap her shoulder soothingly:
- Well, well, do not be so killed because of the nonsense. Let us put you in order and continue our conversation without this stupid young man.
I pull her dressing gown back on it, while inadvertently escorting my juicy breasts. Yes, boobs you need! It is immediately evident that the woman has not yet given birth.
- So, Galina Stepanovna, do you agree to improve the performance of your student or shall we continue the execution? What is silent? Well no?!
- Not! Not!! Not!!!
- Well, you yourself wanted it. Check that you inherited from the repressed grandfather. Comrade Sergeant, we are starting the plan "Taming the Shrew"!
- Yes, sir!
Again, I seal her mouth with tape, take her hands, and Nikita, put her feet on the sofa and put her on the stomach next to the snoring Cyril. I hold her hands, Nikita picks up her robe, pulls off her pants, pulls out her leather belt from her pants and says:
- Well, let's start the history lesson, the topic: torture in Russia and their consequences! - begins to violently whip ..
her big white ass!
Galya ridiculously minced with her legs, but to no avail, do you really burst out of such bulls! Nikita is relentless, whipping her juicy, with ottyagom! In addition to the ass, it falls on the back, and on the thighs, it is immediately obvious that it is trying and considerable experience in this case! I see that her face is already redder than a tomato, although it’s still far from burgundy, like an ass, and the command is to stop whipping. My member gives the signals that he is not averse to otymet this samochka! I rip off the tape and ask again the question:
- Enough?
- Yes, yes, please!
I, too, inflexible counterrevolutionary!
- That is, Kirill Demyanov, we now have a round honors in history?
Galina roars like a cow, but is silent. I take a rubber truncheon and bounce on her bleeding ass in rhythm with the words:
- Who-lu-shy-y-che-nick-in-o-di-nad-tsa-tom-a-class-se ?!
- Kirill Demyanov!
- Already better!
I’m stopping the execution, stroking my hair wet with sweat.
“You see how simple it is!” And why was to force your poor, innocent ass to suffer so much?
The sobs turned into quiet sobs and moans.
- Well, now let's study the new material for better learning of the previous one. Fixing, as they say, the mother of learning! Nick, hold on now you are our student.
Nikita sits on her back, and I kick my snoring body on the floor. Kirill falls with a crash and hits his face against the palace. The snoring has subsided, now he just sniffles and drools. Nikita is indignant:
- Well, can not the same with the best student!
- It was lucky for him that we were not ordered to train him! And then I would make him gnaw granite science!
Nikita silently shrugs.
I walk up to Galina from behind, spread her legs as wide as possible, see a gap between blond hairs frayed by her buttocks. It's dry in the Sahara. I take out a lubricant harvested just for such cases from my briefcase, and I plentifully lubricate their pussy inside and out. I pull down my pants, release a tight member and attach myself to a moistened hole. It easily enters with grease, its gap is narrow, it can be seen that it is not often used. I start rhythmically to fuck her. I put my hands under my stomach and wrinkle such alluring boobs, pluck large nipples and twist them with force. Galina groans in pain, but suffers. I pick up the pace, and Nikita, meanwhile, gets down from Gali, unzips his pants and shoves his rather big aggregate into her mouth. And here we are already fucking the teacher in two bows: I am in the back, in pink pussy, and Nikita in front of her sits her head on his curve dick. I feel that the end is close, pull out a member from a wet hole and cum on my slit ass. Nikita also pours into her throat, drove a member until it stops. Galya pounds him in the stomach with her little fists, but this is like a pellet of an elephant! Nikita holds her by the scruff of her neck and growls in her womb:
- Swallow, swallow every drop! Will you science!
Finally, he lets go of Galina's head and pulls his snake out of his mouth. Gali has emetic urge mixed with a strong cough. From the mouth, a thin stream of saliva flows from the sperm, it breathes hard and hoarsely. It is good that she did not have time to have breakfast, otherwise she could have choked! I again take the initiative:
- Nick, dragged her to the water procedures, you need to wash our slut.
He throws a sluggishly resisting teacher on his shoulder and drags him into a combined bathroom, I follow. Along the way we step over the wheezing drunken body, I lightly kick it in the ear. We go into the bathroom, put Galina in the bath and wash with a hose, which for some reason there is no watering can. Yes, the bathroom is also not a fountain: the paint on the walls was peeling off, whitewashing turned yellow and sometimes peeled off, in the corners was cobweb, the tiles on the floor were cracked, the toilet was once a soft blue, now yellow green. Repair, you see, was not since the delivery of the house.
- And now the lesson of alternative history! - I say, I put Galina with cancer and insert the tip of the hose into her blue ass.
She already does not twitch, only quietly crying. The water is already flowing out, and I take out the hose. A fountain of brownish, stinking liquid rushes out of the ass. It seems, and did not eat dinner, shit much less than it could be. I repeat the cleaning procedure while Nikita sprays chamomile air freshener. Clean water flows a second time, so you can get down to business. We take out the teacher from the bath, put cancer in the corridor.
- Comrade Sergeant, explain to the student that history has many interpretations.
He comes up behind her, I throw him a lubricant. Nikita generously pushes grease through the fingers of the anus with his fingers, spreads the loaves widely and inserts his curve to its full length. He begins active frictions with a large amplitude, and in the meantime I join the galy mouth. I take her by the white, like a sheep, curls, poking head of the penis in tight lips and gently sentence:
- Open your mouth, honey, your Napoleon. Moscow, in 1812, also opened its gates, and nothing, it burned a little, and now she is alive and well. And do not open, I'll beat all your teeth. You know, I'm not kidding.
Reluctantly, she opened her lips and I penetrated the inside of her hot mouth. Although it does not help, yes, I don’t really need it, I just shove it in my mouth until it’s the full length, but deeper and deeper. Nikita, too, is blowing her in the ass from the heart, as much as she flushes red! I am already penetrating the entire length of the throat, Galina saliva flows down my balls and drips onto the floor. From Nick's quickened breathing, I understand that he is at the limit. Then he can not stand, and with a cry: - Here's a blitzkrieg for you, get it! - cums into it.
I decide, too, to taste her point, I like to fry the asses of the chicks! As soon as Nikita finished and unhooked from Gali, I, too, took out a well-slouched member from her mouth and attached myself to her from behind. Yes, he damn well broke it! From the unclosed point sperm flows along with a lubricant and some blood. I insert it right up to the stop, there is a farting sound from the air that has accumulated inside, and I’m chilling her ass with a champ. Galya fell face down in the palace and only quietly sighs. Yes, her ass is necessary: wide, smooth and all in blue and red stripes! I pick up the pace, fuck her with a wide amplitude, eggs slap on the blonde pussy. A wave of pleasure rolls up from somewhere below and spreads all over my body, I abundantly, with pushes, pour the gallins of the intestine with my seed! I hold the member inside for a while until I fall down and take it out. From the broken anus on pussy and further, on the thighs, thick pinkish slush flows down.
Having rested a little and fastened my pants, I decide to make sure that the material I learned is mastered:
- So, who is the best student of the 11 "A" class?
- Demyanov Kirill.
- Right. We will not have a reason to re-visit?
- Not.
- Even if your best student wants to fuck you in the back in all holes and cum in your mouth or in the ass, will there be no objections?
- Not.
“Good girl.”
I approvely slap her cheeks and tell Nikita:
- Well, business time, fun hour. Let's get ready.
- What to do with it? - he kicks the snoring body of Cyril again.
- Right now we wake up. Give him ammonia.
Nick does as I said, Kirill wakes up with mothers. Drag it into the bathroom and bring in a more or less human form. Galina, arms folded, looks at us from the kitchen frowningly. Nikita shushes at her:
- What hatched, schola morgaly vykolyu!
That fright jump from sight. We dress and leave, holding Cyril swaying under the elbows. Hope forever.