History_6_or I WAS RAPEED

[Christmas_Christmas]

Almost all summer, my friends and I went to the village to visit Tanya’s grandmother and I really liked it there. I liked it, not only because I was “very far” from home, and few people knew me there, which means I could afford something that I would never have done in the “city.” But I also liked being there, because there was always some kind of “movement” going on there. Something happened to someone, or something happened to someone, and this event immediately became the topic of general conversations, especially in the evening, on benches in the courtyards, when companies gathered there.

Adults discussed their events, but we were teenagers, discussed our “heroes”, condemning or approving this or that action, or simply laughing at what happened...

I remember very well that conversation on a bench in Tanya’s grandmother’s yard, when Lena T. herself was telling all the girls about how one boy, Igor K., suggested or asked her to show her tits))). Funny? So it was very funny for us then and everyone on the bench laughed together....
I didn’t know this girl very well, after all, the “village” is not my home area. And she was not from the yard, but came from the “private sector.” An ordinary girl, like myself. Not particularly “authoritative”, but also somewhat “not intimidated”.

I didn’t even really listen to the general conversation, although I must admit that Lenka’s story was very “tasty.” What is called “in the faces”, very funny imitating the facial expressions and intonation of the voice of that boy who dared to “come on” to her.

Our whole company laughed together at the next funny “moment” in her stories, I laughed with everyone, of course... But for myself, I have long highlighted the most important thing in this event, i.e. the key word is “Dare”. I almost immediately realized that Lenka had been ready to show her tits for a long time, not to this “little little guy” Igor, but to someone cooler and more “authoritative”. Otherwise, it turns out that some “runaway” DARE to approach her and offer her such things.
You understand that each of us, and Lenka was no exception, considers herself “herself.” The most beautiful, the smartest, the most successful, etc. And of course, such a “best” girl deserves only a “prince on a white horse” as her admirer and nothing less..... And then damn it’s some kind of “runaway”...

nAlthough, for example, I didn’t consider Igor a weakling. I didn’t see him very often in “our yard”, he, like Lenka herself, lived in the private sector, but sometimes my friends and I “crossed paths” with him.
Yes, he was a little “strange”, “uptight” boy but I think that this was due to the fact that Igor’s parents “let him out” for a walk... let’s say, dressed in “village style.” Look, for example, I, my girlfriends, and other teenagers, wore their best, most fashionable things “to the yard”... But Igor, I always met him only dressed “in a country style”... well, that is. "no way". No fashion, no style. Most likely, he looked this way due to the fault of his parents, who dressed their son in all his best only when he went for a walk “into the city.” Well, at home, as they say, it’s fine, as long as you’re not naked... So Igor was complex and embarrassed, primarily because of his appearance. Well, who wouldn’t be embarrassed if your peers look very stylish, fashionable, and most importantly “grown-up”, and you don’t “get it”...

Although the boy himself was normal. In any case, no one noticed any “shoals” about him. Moreover, Igor was a very kind, harmless, and most importantly, absolutely not greedy boy. In any case, when he came to the beach, he always brought his “sack”... and that’s what we called the bag that his parents gave him to take to the river. Everyone knew that there was always something to profit from in this “bag”. A bottle of mineral water, pies that his grandmother baked, sweet and very tasty apples that grew outside their fence…. Yes, a lot of things could be found in his “sack”. So, this Igor always shared everything he had there. What would you understand, the guys did not take food from him, but he himself treated absolutely everyone and, it seems to me, he was even glad that we were not ignoring him, but, on the contrary, we were gobbling up the treat with appetite...

Damn, I got distracted... What I want to say now is that during that conversation on the bench, absolutely all the girls supported Lenka and were in solidarity with her. “Well, as soon as this “runaway” plucked up the courage to approach her with such a proposal...

I, of course, also condemned the boy “for the company.” Well, I won’t sit with a pout and hiss through my teeth, “I don’t agree.” You know, a team is a very complicated “thing” and sometimes going against everyone’s opinions can be very fraught....

I will have a friend in a couple of years... So when I went to a club with her and I just felt sick from the music that was “played” there..., she told me - “Why are you standing here “on the side” with a sour face and not dancing? Don’t like Mouzon? I don’t like it either! But you jump and jump, dance like it’s the last time in your life... You shouldn’t show your “disgust” to others. But at home, never listen to such SHIT, but only what you like. And everything will be OK for you.”...

Damn, I got distracted again. What am I talking about… I also condemned Igor on the bench and was in solidarity with Lenka…. But in my heart I thought completely differently. I couldn’t understand why girls are such fools. After all, “a prince on a dashing horse” is all great and I wouldn’t refuse it either, especially if you can ride that “horse” to the envy of everyone around you. Here I am, all like this, riding around in a cool Mercedes or Beha with a very “authoritative prince”. But to show my tits, to play a game where I allow something to be done to myself, to do all sorts of “shameful” things, it’s better for such a “little brat” like Igor.

It turns out that I was already “spoiled” then and I was already excited by the thought that I, all so beautiful and fashionable, could belong to and allow people to do different things to me with absolutely “no one” guys. Game of “beauty and the beast” damn....

In short, I would have gone to that Igor myself that same day, but I just couldn’t “catch” him .With. tête-à-tête. I always had girlfriends with me, or just comrades and friends from the yard campaign. So I only “fantasized” about that Igor for several days, but I managed to talk to him probably after a week.

I finally managed to meet him just on the street, when he was going to the store, and I was just riding a bike. Our conversation began as I expected. Igor was very timid and embarrassed, although he was pleased to talk to me, I saw that he really liked me.
But when I directly voiced my proposal to him, you needed to see his face.
nFirstly, fear and shame. He immediately realized that I was aware of his conversation with Lenka, and since I knew, then the other girls probably knew about it too. It seems to me that he even wanted to run away from me, but he simply couldn’t, because I “pinned” him with my bicycle in the corner under the store. Not on purpose, it just happened that way. He blushed all over and even began to turn his head around, probably perceiving everything that was happening as a joke on my part and fearing that now the “cavalry” in the form of my girlfriends, Tanya, Svetka and Irka would jump out of the ambush, and we would make him laugh .

But time passed, and no one appeared “from the bushes” and Igor finally calmed down. Damn, he even started bargaining with me. Well, what can he offer me in exchange for “see my boobs.” Damn... this boy, for some reason, took my words literally and did not understand that I was just “playing” with him... Yes, I myself was ready to show myself to him, but I needed “trade” so as not to “lose face” and in order to “increase my worth.” Well, I didn’t have to do such things “just like that”... In general, the psychology of a teenage girl is still that thing))).

And what do you think? I agreed with him to show myself as a puppy!!! Ask for which one? Do I fucking know?! I actually didn’t care for that puppy, I was ready to agree even for the “candy”, but this “fool” Igor took everything literally…. I was even sure that on his part, the “puppy” was simply an excuse for me to agree)))).

I won’t take up extra time from you, I’ll just say that at his house everything was like everyone else. The same furniture, TV... In short, nothing special. Although I didn’t stay in the house for very long, because Igor almost immediately took me to the “garden”, to the “outbuildings”, where, as it turned out, the shepherd dog Nora really “lived”. The dog was very large and very “pedigree”, I mean that the shepherd was actually purebred, and most importantly, it was completely black, I had never seen such a color on a shepherd before. Yes, I actually saw dogs in person only in our city park, where their owners brought them “to play and exercise”…. And then suddenly I saw such a miracle... Damn, for a second I even forgot why I came here.

Nora was not on a leash. She ran out of her “enclosure”, that is, from the “barn” and immediately sniffed me all over. As they say, the “breed” of a dog, and, in principle, of a woman, is immediately obvious... But now I’m for Nora. Some small mongrel would have immediately attacked me with barking and the desire to bite, but Nora, realizing that I did not pose any danger, immediately lost any interest in me and went into her enclosure...
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But from there, puppies ran out in a crowd and I again forgot why I came to that Igor. Very beautiful, just as purebred, they started running around me first, and then chasing each other throughout the garden... And damn, I immediately wanted to take one of them for myself....
I don’t think I need to say that I started the “negotiations” for the second round. After all, what did we agree on at the store? That I won’t even take it off, but just lift up my T-shirt and show Igor my bare chest, and he “without hands” will just look at me, damn it, from front and back…. And for this, he shows me the puppies and even allows me to pet them and play if I want. Moreover, as I later understood, Igor then made very big “concessions”, because the puppies were indeed very purebred and strangers were not allowed near them at all, but only “buyers”, that is, those who came to buy a puppy for themselves …

According to the new “agreement”, I agreed to take off my T-shirt completely and pose like that in front of Igor, and he could even touch me a little. And “a little bit” in time. Exactly 10 minutes and not a second more. Igor wanted a whole half hour of such a “performance”, but I “bargained” on exactly 10 minutes....

We returned to the “gazebo” that he had in the yard in front of the house and here I am but she took off her top...
Damn, as I understand it, Igor saw a naked, and most importantly “live” girl for the first time in his life, because to say that he was amazed is to say nothing. He turned literally as red as boiled lobster, if not more so. He began to breathe very loudly and heavily, not for a second taking his eyes off my bare chest…. Well, then he touched me... I even flinched from surprise, but I didn’t try to hide. His touches were timid, I would even say gentle, it seemed that he was afraid of scaring me off if he touched me more...

Be that as it may, I unexpectedly liked his touches. Gently, even tenderly, he moved his fingertips over my stomach, bare chest, and of course touched my nipples... I can’t tell you exactly how long he touched me like that, but obviously much longer than we did Deal". And although I was very excited and, as they say, “an agreement is worth more than money,” I still covered myself with my hands and declared that “That’s all!” That I have fulfilled my part of the deal!”….

But what a groan escaped my lips when Igor suddenly told me, literally, “That this is very little…. That the puppies are very purebred and are expensive, and that he will also get hurt from his parents if, when he returns from work in the evening, they are missing one...”

Saying this, he was very much afraid of my reaction…. In any case, his voice trembled so much that he stuttered. But seeing that I not only didn’t object, but even removed my hands from my bare chest, he became bolder and began to further voice his proposal.

He invited me to allow myself to be searched. Maybe Igor didn’t know such a word as “grope”, or maybe he himself “fantasized” about such things... you can’t get into a person’s head. But that’s exactly what he said: “I’ll search you all over, and you can take “your” puppy.” Only he asked me to undress completely.

Although I was very excited, I still had some common sense left, so I refused to take off my shorts and panties. But Igor “wasn’t at a loss” even here. He offered to tie me up!!!!
Damn.. when I heard his offer, I probably shook all over, because he “hooked” my deepest fantasies. The fact is that I only “dreamed” about such things. My friends and I didn’t even play like that, I never admitted it to them, and then suddenly such a proposal...
In general, when I heard this from Igor, the word “How?” just came out of my lips. It was just not clear to me how he knew about my secret desires, because I haven’t told anyone yet....

But it turns out he understood me literally, deciding that I was interested in the “purely technical side of the issue.”
- “Well, how... That you don’t know how they connect or something. I’ll tie your hands or let’s tie you to a tree.”

Damn, after such words I was ready for anything. I didn’t even notice where he got that rope from, but when he ordered me: “Put your hands here!”…. I obediently extended my crossed wrists to him...
-“Not like that! Hands behind my back!”, I received a new order, obeyed and he immediately began tying my hands behind my back.
As soon as I was tied up, Igor immediately groped me, or “searched” me. Just not carefully and gently anymore... And so, “with force.” My neck, my shoulders, my stomach, of course my bare chest, he “searched” me all over with his hands..
-“Get on your knees!”, he unexpectedly ordered. I was about to obey, but he took me under his bound hands and led me along.
-“Let’s go!”, he said briefly. I also asked, “Where?”, and he replied, “I’ll tie you to a tree in the garden!”

I didn’t ask any more “stupid” questions. Igor led me to a tree, but it turned out that there was nothing to tie me with... He left me for literally a minute, ran back for the rope, and I pressed my bare back against the tree, scratching the bark with my tied hands, waiting for him to come back...

Damn, even though he I didn’t know how to do this, but he tied me very tightly to the tree. And not only my arms, but also my chest, stomach and even my ankles... In general, he tied me up as long as the length of the rope was enough....

And then he began to “search” me. Search everything, literally. He didn’t even try to hold back anymore and I realized how excited he was. My face... He simply touched and stroked my cheeks and lips with his fingers. Then my neck, shoulders... He paid special attention to my bare chest. I crushed it for a very long time and very hard. Not to the point of tears, of course, but I had “enough”... Then my stomach...
By the way, he started kissing me only when he knelt down in front of me and kissed my stomach right at the very hem of my denim shorts. He kissed me for a minute, maybe more, then he began to stroke and knead my thighs and all my legs in general, right up to my tied ankles, and then suddenly said
- I’ll pull down your shorts?! Not completely. Only up to the knees"

And although I found the strength to answer - “No! No need!”, he started doing it anyway... Moreover, he never got up from his knees, and when my shorts were pulled down to my ankles, he buried his face in my panties and began to loudly inhale my smell...

I don’t know what would have happened next, but then I heard some noise in the neighboring garden, probably one of the neighbors was going to their garden. And since there was no fence between the gardens as such, but only a large metal mesh stretched around the entire perimeter, the danger of being discovered forced Igor to stop. Moreover, he quickly untied me from the tree as best he could and we returned back to the gazebo.

Already in the gazebo, he again asked for “continuation.” I managed to return the shorts to the place where they were supposed to be, but Igor said that he had not finished searching me yet, and asked me to turn my back to him, spread my legs, and put my hands behind my head... By the way, this is a very “famous” position in BDSM , only there you need to kneel while doing it, although it’s not necessary. But Igor had no way of knowing about her. I couldn’t know more precisely from practice, he just saw this in “films.”

But at that moment, I didn’t care about such little things, I did “this” myself for the first time, but I obeyed , spread her legs, and put her hands behind her head. For a few seconds he simply enjoyed the view of me from behind, and then, putting his hands on my butt, he said, “Now he’ll just pull my shorts down to my knees and so that I don’t rock the boat.”...

I obeyed. I stood silently, allowing him to pull my shorts down to my knees, allowing him to touch my butt through my panties, allowing me to stroke and knead my bare thighs...

The first time I protested was when he suddenly pulled my panties down to my knees, completely exposing my ass....
Damn, it was as if a “switch” had flipped in my head... No, the excitement remained, in principle, I just clearly realized what I was doing now, and most importantly, where all this could lead.

I turned around to face him and pushed him away from me. And what was my surprise when I felt how much power he had... Igor, this quiet and modest man, this “darling,” simply grabbed my hands and began trying to throw me to the floor right there in the gazebo.

I resisted simply desperately. But to my horror, I couldn’t do anything against him. He turned out to be much stronger, so that, literally after a minute of struggle, I found myself lying on my back, and he was lying on top of me. Even now I remember the chill that I felt on my back and bare bottom, lying there in the gazebo. I began to quickly weaken and he managed to “break away” from me, pull off his sweatpants and underpants and lie on top of me again. He didn’t even hold me anymore, because I almost gave up from losing my strength.

The only thing that saved me was that I was the first girl with whom Igor had this. He simply did not understand how to do everything correctly, but only thought about one thing, “faster,” as it were. He couldn’t spread my legs wide apart, because my shorts were still on my hips, at knee level, so he just lay on me and “blindly” poked his dick into my crotch. At some point, I squeezed his penis very tightly with my hips, which never entered me, but without even realizing it, he began to actively move his pelvis.

He quieted down almost immediately and I felt something sticky and hot on my thighs...

I don’t even remember now how long he still lay on me. It seems to me that he immediately rose to his feet, although I could be wrong. I just remember that Igor tried to console me, muttering something to me about not worrying, that no one would find out anything... But I didn’t care about his words. All I wanted was to get out of his house right away.

The only thing I remember well is how he himself brought me a towel, I remember how I wiped his sperm from my thighs and between my legs..... I also remember that he offered me water, and I She didn’t answer him with either “agreement or refusal”, he himself went into the house for a bottle…. And in that minute that he was gone, I managed to put on my things and roll my bike out the gate. And I also grabbed the puppy, not on purpose. He just ran around the yard, getting under my feet... So when Igor appeared again, already with a bottle of mineral water, I got on the “bike” and began to drive away from there, pedaling as best I could...
And I didn’t go to the beach, where my whole company was probably already there, but I went home, one might say in the other direction. Already approaching the bridge, I “noticed” the river. The fact is that that village was on the opposite bank of the river, and in order to get into it, you had to cross the bridge...

So, when I “noticed” the river, I immediately I turned under the bridge to get myself in order... I want to say that the places there were bad. Once upon a time there were “overpasses”... I don’t know exactly what they are, that’s what the locals called these structures... and barges and large boats approached these “overpasses”, so the depth there was “huge”, and if you look into the river from the bridge , then the boundary of the “black water” was clearly visible, where the depth began. The current there was very strong.. In short, no one swam there at any time, and I was probably almost the first who climbed into the water there... But despite the shock in which I was still in, I perfectly understood the danger which was in the river, and literally just sat down in the water right next to the shore and began to “wash away”....

But that wasn’t all... The puppy, it turns out, ran away... I didn’t even I remembered how I took him to that place... But when I came to my senses, I saw that he was not nearby... Damn, I burst into tears again... It turns out that I suffered because of this “damn” puppy, and he also ran away from me somewhere... But I was not going to give up and began to walk along the shore, hoping to find him... I don’t remember how long I “searched”. 20 meters, maybe 30... well, even 100... but soon I saw him...
Damn.... I even smiled through my tears... The puppy “turns out” was quite large, the size of an adult cat, very beautiful, “fat” and very purebred, and most importantly, completely black like his mother. As it turned out later, I took the best one then.
I ran up to him, but he, perceiving everything that was happening as a game, began to run away from me, but I, not noticing the snag, or whatever was there in the sand, tripped and just fell, tearing up her elbow and knee...

Many people say that the police are bad, they call the police bad words, but the police I came across were really okay...
They They noticed me on the bridge. Moreover, they were going to the village, and I, on the contrary, to the city... It turns out that they could not turn around on the bridge, so they drove the bridge to the end, turned around there, and already caught up with me on the way back.
I didn’t even understand that they were signaling to me... Probably only on the third short siren, I realized that it was coming towards me, or damn it behind me... so I stopped...

It’s true what they say, that our police are like children. That if you are on good terms with them, then they treat you the same way... well, if you start to “bully”, then in response you get a similar reaction...
I’ll say right away that I was not “bully”. Maybe the police were going to behave differently, but they saw that not only was I not “hiding” from them, but on the contrary, I was very glad to see them... It seems to me that they were even confused, so they started “with the wrong questions” …
They really were “wary” when, in response to their question, “What happened to me and why am I in this form... disheveled, tear-stained, and also with abrasions on my elbow and knee...”, Well, I answered them “Why did I catch the Lord”... They still looked at each other... But when I unfastened my backpack, which today was hanging not on my back, but in front of my chest, and from there a satisfied muzzle of a puppy appeared... they smiled and asked if I needed help. Having received assurances that everything was OK with me and that I would get home on my own, they left me alone... Moreover, they again went to the city, and already there they turned around, returning to the village and again coming level with me, they once again “beaconed” to me with a short sound sirens…..

I also want to say that as soon as I entered the apartment, my parents started asking me what happened... They also felt that something was wrong. They saw me in this state for the first time... But when I took the Lord out of my backpack... Then dad immediately grabbed him in his arms... it turns out he was still a child at heart. Well, although mom grumbled a little, she allowed dad and I to keep the puppy...

Something like this....

[Kuniman]

Almost all summer, my friends and I went to the village to visit Tanya’s grandmother and I really liked it there. I liked it, not only because I was “very far” from home, and few people knew me there, which means I could afford something that I would never have done in the “city.” But I also liked being there, because there was always some kind of “movement” going on there. Something happened to someone, or something happened to someone, and this event immediately became the topic of general conversations, especially in the evening, on benches in the courtyards, when companies gathered there.

Adults discussed their events, but we were teenagers, discussed our “heroes”, condemning or approving this or that action, or simply laughing at what happened...

I remember very well that conversation on a bench in Tanya’s grandmother’s yard, when Lena T. herself was telling all the girls about how one boy, Igor K., suggested or asked her to show her tits))). Funny? So it was very funny for us then and everyone on the bench laughed together....
I didn’t know this girl very well, after all, the “village” is not my home area. And she was not from the yard, but came from the “private sector.” An ordinary girl, like myself. Not particularly “authoritative”, but also somewhat “not intimidated”.

I didn’t even really listen to the general conversation, although I must admit that Lenka’s story was very “tasty.” What is called “in the faces”, very funny imitating the facial expressions and intonation of the voice of that boy who dared to “come on” to her.

Our whole company laughed together at the next funny “moment” in her stories, I laughed with everyone, of course... But for myself, I have long highlighted the most important thing in this event, i.e. the key word is “Dare”. I almost immediately realized that Lenka had been ready to show her tits for a long time, not to this “little little guy” Igor, but to someone cooler and more “authoritative”. Otherwise, it turns out that some “runaway” DARE to approach her and offer her such things.
You understand that each of us, and Lenka was no exception, considers herself “herself.” The most beautiful, the smartest, the most successful, etc. And of course, such a “best” girl deserves only a “prince on a white horse” as a fan and nothing less..... And here, damn it, is some kind of “runaway”...

Although, for example, I didn’t consider Igor to be a runaway. I didn’t see him very often in “our yard”, he, like Lenka herself, lived in the private sector, but sometimes my friends and I “crossed paths” with him.
Yes, he was a little “strange”, “uptight” boy but I think that this was due to the fact that Igor’s parents “let him out” for a walk... let’s say, dressed in “village style.” Look, for example, I, my girlfriends, and other teenagers, wore their best, most fashionable things “to the yard”... But Igor, I always met him only dressed “in a country style”... well, that is. "no way". No fashion, no style. Most likely, he looked this way due to the fault of his parents, who dressed their son in all his best only when he went for a walk “into the city.” Well, at home, as they say, it’s fine, as long as you’re not naked... So Igor was complex and embarrassed, primarily because of his appearance. Well, who wouldn’t be embarrassed if your peers look very stylish, fashionable, and most importantly “grown-up”, and you don’t “get it”...

Although the boy himself was normal. In any case, no one noticed any “shoals” about him. Moreover, Igor was a very kind, harmless, and most importantly, absolutely not greedy boy. In any case, when he came to the beach, he always brought his “sack”... and that’s what we called the bag that his parents gave him to take to the river. Everyone knew that there was always something to profit from in this “bag”. A bottle of mineral water, pies that his grandmother baked, sweet and very tasty apples that grew outside their fence…. Yes, a lot of things could be found in his “sack”. So, this Igor always shared everything he had there. What would you understand, the guys did not take food from him, but he himself treated absolutely everyone and, it seems to me, he was even glad that we were not ignoring him, but, on the contrary, we were gobbling up the treat with appetite...

Damn, I got distracted... What I want to say now is that during that conversation on the bench, absolutely all the girls supported Lenka and were in solidarity with her. “Well, as soon as this “runaway” plucked up the courage to approach her with such a proposal...

I, of course, also condemned the boy “for the company.” Well, I won’t sit with a pout and hiss through my teeth, “I don’t agree.” You know, a team is a very complicated “thing” and sometimes going against everyone’s opinions can be very fraught....

I will have a friend in a couple of years... So when I went to a club with her and I just felt sick from the music that was “played” there..., she told me - “Why are you standing here “on the side” with a sour face and not dancing? Don’t like Mouzon? I don’t like it either! But you jump and jump, dance like it’s the last time in your life... You shouldn’t show your “disgust” to others. But at home, never listen to such SHIT, but only what you like. And everything will be OK for you.”...

Damn, I got distracted again. What am I talking about… I also condemned Igor on the bench and was in solidarity with Lenka…. But in my heart I thought completely differently. I couldn’t understand why girls are such fools. After all, “a prince on a dashing horse” is all great and I wouldn’t refuse it either, especially if you can ride that “horse” to the envy of everyone around you. Here I am, all like this, riding around in a cool Mercedes or Beha with a very “authoritative prince”. But to show my tits, to play a game where I allow something to be done to myself, to do all sorts of “shameful” things, it’s better for such a “little brat” like Igor.

It turns out that I was already “spoiled” then and I was already excited by the thought that I, all so beautiful and fashionable, could belong to and allow people to do different things to me with absolutely “no one” guys. Game of “beauty and the beast” damn....

In short, I would have gone to that Igor myself that same day, but I just couldn’t “catch” him .With. tête-à-tête. I always had girlfriends with me, or just comrades and friends from the yard campaign. So I only “fantasized” about that Igor for several days, but I managed to talk to him probably after a week.

I finally managed to meet him just on the street, when he was going to the store, and I was just riding a bike. Our conversation began as I expected. Igor was very timid and embarrassed, although he was pleased to talk to me, I saw that he really liked me.
But when I directly voiced my proposal to him, you needed to see his face.
nFirstly, fear and shame. He immediately realized that I was aware of his conversation with Lenka, and since I knew, then the other girls probably knew about it too. It seems to me that he even wanted to run away from me, but he simply couldn’t, because I “pinned” him with my bicycle in the corner under the store. Not on purpose, it just happened that way. He blushed all over and even began to turn his head around, probably perceiving everything that was happening as a joke on my part and fearing that now the “cavalry” in the form of my girlfriends, Tanya, Svetka and Irka would jump out of the ambush, and we would make him laugh .

But time passed, and no one appeared “from the bushes” and Igor finally calmed down. Damn, he even started bargaining with me. Well, what can he offer me in exchange for “see my boobs.” Damn... this boy, for some reason, took my words literally and did not understand that I was just “playing” with him... Yes, I myself was ready to show myself to him, but I needed “trade” so as not to “lose face” and in order to “increase my worth.” Well, I didn’t have to do such things “just like that”... In general, the psychology of a teenage girl is still that thing))).

And what do you think? I agreed with him to show myself as a puppy!!! Ask for which one? Do I fucking know?! I actually didn’t care for that puppy, I was ready to agree even for the “candy”, but this “fool” Igor took everything literally…. I was even sure that on his part, the “puppy” was simply an excuse for me to agree)))).

I won’t take up extra time from you, I’ll just say that at his house everything was like everyone else. The same furniture, TV... In short, nothing special. Although I didn’t stay in the house for very long, because Igor almost immediately took me to the “garden”, to the “outbuildings”, where, as it turned out, the shepherd dog Nora really “lived”. The dog was very large and very “pedigree”, I mean that the shepherd was actually purebred, and most importantly, it was completely black, I had never seen such a color on a shepherd before. Yes, I actually saw dogs in person only in our city park, where their owners brought them “to play and exercise”…. And then suddenly I saw such a miracle... Damn, for a second I even forgot why I came here.

Nora was not on a leash. She ran out of her “enclosure”, that is, from the “barn” and immediately sniffed me all over. As they say, the “breed” of a dog, and, in principle, of a woman, is immediately obvious... But now I’m for Nora. Some small mongrel would have immediately attacked me with barking and the desire to bite, but Nora, realizing that I did not pose any danger, immediately lost any interest in me and went into her enclosure...
n
But from there, puppies ran out in a crowd and I again forgot why I came to that Igor. Very beautiful, just as purebred, they started running around me first, and then chasing each other throughout the garden... And damn, I immediately wanted to take one of them for myself....
I don’t think I need to say that I started the “negotiations” for the second round. After all, what did we agree on at the store? That I won’t even take it off, but just lift up my T-shirt and show Igor my bare chest, and he “without hands” will just look at me, damn it, from front and back…. And for this, he shows me the puppies and even allows me to pet them and play if I want. Moreover, as I later understood, Igor then made very big “concessions”, because the puppies were indeed very purebred and strangers were not allowed near them at all, but only “buyers”, that is, those who came to buy a puppy for themselves …

According to the new “agreement”, I agreed to take off my T-shirt completely and pose like that in front of Igor, and he could even touch me a little. And “a little bit” in time. Exactly 10 minutes and not a second more. Igor wanted a whole half hour of such a “performance”, but I “bargained” on exactly 10 minutes....

We returned to the “gazebo” that he had in the yard in front of the house and here I am but she took off her top...
Damn, as I understand it, Igor saw a naked, and most importantly “live” girl for the first time in his life, because to say that he was amazed is to say nothing. He turned literally as red as boiled lobster, if not more so. He began to breathe very loudly and heavily, not for a second taking his eyes off my bare chest…. Well, then he touched me... I even flinched from surprise, but I didn’t try to hide. His touches were timid, I would even say gentle, it seemed that he was afraid of scaring me off if he touched me more...

Be that as it may, I unexpectedly liked his touches. Gently, even tenderly, he moved his fingertips over my stomach, bare chest, and of course touched my nipples... I can’t tell you exactly how long he touched me like that, but obviously much longer than we did Deal". And although I was very excited and, as they say, “an agreement is worth more than money,” I still covered myself with my hands and declared that “That’s all!” That I have fulfilled my part of the deal!”….

But what a groan escaped my lips when Igor suddenly told me, literally, “That this is very little…. That the puppies are very purebred and are expensive, and that he will also get hurt from his parents if, when he returns from work in the evening, they are missing one...”

Saying this, he was very much afraid of my reaction…. In any case, his voice trembled so much that he stuttered. But seeing that I not only didn’t object, but even removed my hands from my bare chest, he became bolder and began to further voice his proposal.

He invited me to allow myself to be searched. Maybe Igor didn’t know such a word as “grope”, or maybe he himself “fantasized” about such things... you can’t get into a person’s head. But that’s exactly what he said: “I’ll search you all over, and you can take “your” puppy.” Only he asked me to undress completely.

Although I was very excited, I still had some common sense left, so I refused to take off my shorts and panties. But Igor “wasn’t at a loss” even here. He offered to tie me up!!!!
Damn.. when I heard his offer, I probably shook all over, because he “hooked” my deepest fantasies. The fact is that I only “dreamed” about such things. My friends and I didn’t even play like that, I never admitted it to them, and then suddenly such a proposal...
In general, when I heard this from Igor, the word “How?” just came out of my lips. It was just not clear to me how he knew about my secret desires, because I haven’t told anyone yet....

But it turns out he understood me literally, deciding that I was interested in the “purely technical side of the issue.” - “Well, how... That you don’t know how they connect or something. I’ll tie your hands or let’s tie you to a tree.”

Damn, after such words I was ready for anything. I didn’t even notice where he got that rope from, but when he ordered me: “Put your hands here!”…. I obediently extended my crossed wrists to him...
-“Not like that! Hands behind my back!”, I received a new order, obeyed and he immediately began tying my hands behind my back.
As soon as I was tied up, Igor immediately groped me, or “searched” me. Just not carefully and gently anymore... And so, “with force.” My neck, my shoulders, my stomach, of course my bare chest, he “searched” me all over with his hands..
-“Get on your knees!”, he unexpectedly ordered. I was about to obey, but he took me under his bound hands and led me along.
-“Let’s go!”, he said briefly. I also asked, “Where?”, and he replied, “I’ll tie you to a tree in the garden!”

I didn’t ask any more “stupid” questions. Igor led me to a tree, but it turned out that there was nothing to tie me with... He left me for literally a minute, ran back for the rope, and I pressed my bare back against the tree, scratching the bark with my tied hands, waiting for him to come back...

Damn, even though he I didn’t know how to do this, but he tied me very tightly to the tree. And not only my arms, but also my chest, stomach and even my ankles... In general, he tied me up as long as the length of the rope was enough....

And then he began to “search” me. Search everything, literally. He didn’t even try to hold back anymore and I realized how excited he was. My face... He simply touched and stroked my cheeks and lips with his fingers. Then my neck, shoulders... He paid special attention to my bare chest. I crushed it for a very long time and very hard. Not to the point of tears, of course, but I had “enough”... Then my stomach...
By the way, he started kissing me only when he knelt down in front of me and kissed my stomach right at the very hem of my denim shorts. He kissed me for a minute, maybe more, then he began to stroke and knead my thighs and all my legs in general, right up to my tied ankles, and then suddenly said
- I’ll pull down your shorts?! Not completely. Only up to the knees"

And although I found the strength to answer - “No! No need!”, he started doing it anyway... Moreover, he never got up from his knees, and when my shorts were pulled down to my ankles, he buried his face in my panties and began to loudly inhale my smell...

I don’t know what would have happened next, but then I heard some noise in the neighboring garden, probably one of the neighbors was going to their garden. And since there was no fence between the gardens as such, but only a large metal mesh stretched around the entire perimeter, the danger of being discovered forced Igor to stop. Moreover, he quickly untied me from the tree as best he could and we returned back to the gazebo.

Already in the gazebo, he again asked for “continuation.” I managed to return the shorts to the place where they were supposed to be, but Igor said that he had not finished searching me yet, and asked me to turn my back to him, spread my legs, and put my hands behind my head... By the way, this is a very “famous” position in BDSM , only there you need to kneel while doing it, although it’s not necessary. But Igor had no way of knowing about her. I couldn’t know more precisely from practice, he just saw this in “films.”

But at that moment, I didn’t care about such little things, I did “this” myself for the first time, but I obeyed , spread her legs, and put her hands behind her head. For a few seconds he simply enjoyed the view of me from behind, and then, putting his hands on my butt, he said, “Now he’ll just pull my shorts down to my knees and so that I don’t rock the boat.”...

I obeyed. I stood silently, allowing him to pull my shorts down to my knees, allowing him to touch my butt through my panties, allowing me to stroke and knead my bare thighs...

The first time I protested was when he suddenly pulled my panties down to my knees, completely exposing my ass....
Damn, it was as if a “switch” had flipped in my head... No, the excitement remained, in principle, I just clearly realized what I was doing now, and most importantly, where all this could lead.

I turned around to face him and pushed him away from me. And what was my surprise when I felt how much power he had... Igor, this quiet and modest man, this “darling,” simply grabbed my hands and began trying to throw me to the floor right there in the gazebo.
I resisted simply desperately. But to my horror, I couldn’t do anything against him. He turned out to be much stronger, so that, literally after a minute of struggle, I found myself lying on my back, and he was lying on top of me. Even now I remember the chill that I felt on my back and bare bottom, lying there in the gazebo. I began to quickly weaken and he managed to “break away” from me, pull off his sweatpants and underpants and lie on top of me again. He didn’t even hold me anymore, because I almost gave up from losing my strength.

The only thing that saved me was that I was the first girl with whom Igor had this. He simply did not understand how to do everything correctly, but only thought about one thing, “faster,” as it were. He couldn’t spread my legs wide apart, because my shorts were still on my hips, at knee level, so he just lay on me and “blindly” poked his dick into my crotch. At some point, I squeezed his penis very tightly with my hips, which never entered me, but without even realizing it, he began to actively move his pelvis.

He quieted down almost immediately and I felt something sticky and hot on my thighs...

I don’t even remember now how long he still lay on me. It seems to me that he immediately rose to his feet, although I could be wrong. I just remember that Igor tried to console me, muttering something to me about not worrying, that no one would find out anything... But I didn’t care about his words. All I wanted was to get out of his house right away.

The only thing I remember well is how he himself brought me a towel, I remember how I wiped his sperm from my thighs and between my legs..... I also remember that he offered me water, and I She didn’t answer him with either “agreement or refusal”, he himself went into the house for a bottle…. And in that minute that he was gone, I managed to put on my things and roll my bike out the gate. And I also grabbed the puppy, not on purpose. He just ran around the yard, getting under my feet... So when Igor appeared again, already with a bottle of mineral water, I got on the “bike” and began to drive away from there, pedaling as best I could...
And I didn’t go to the beach, where my whole company was probably already there, but I went home, one might say in the other direction. Already approaching the bridge, I “noticed” the river. The fact is that that village was on the opposite bank of the river, and in order to get into it, you had to cross the bridge...

So, when I “noticed” the river, I immediately I turned under the bridge to get myself in order... I want to say that the places there were bad. Once upon a time there were “overpasses”... I don’t know exactly what they are, that’s what the locals called these structures... and barges and large boats approached these “overpasses”, so the depth there was “huge”, and if you look into the river from the bridge , then the boundary of the “black water” was clearly visible, where the depth began. The current there was very strong.. In short, no one swam there at any time, and I was probably almost the first who climbed into the water there... But despite the shock in which I was still in, I perfectly understood the danger which was in the river, and literally just sat down in the water right next to the shore and began to “wash away”....

But that wasn’t all... The puppy, it turns out, ran away... I didn’t even I remembered how I took him to that place... But when I came to my senses, I saw that he was not nearby... Damn, I burst into tears again... It turns out that I suffered because of this “damn” puppy, and he also ran away from me somewhere... But I was not going to give up and began to walk along the shore, hoping to find him... I don’t remember how long I “searched”. 20 meters, maybe 30... well, even 100... but soon I saw him... Damn.... I even smiled through my tears... The puppy “turns out” was quite large, the size of an adult cat, very beautiful, “fat” and very purebred, and most importantly, completely black like his mother. As it turned out later, I took the best one then.
I ran up to him, but he, perceiving everything that was happening as a game, began to run away from me, but I, not noticing the snag, or whatever was there in the sand, tripped and just fell, tearing up her elbow and knee...

Many people say that the police are bad, they call the police bad words, but the police I came across were really okay...
They They noticed me on the bridge. Moreover, they were going to the village, and I, on the contrary, to the city... It turns out that they could not turn around on the bridge, so they drove the bridge to the end, turned around there, and already caught up with me on the way back.
I didn’t even understand that they were signaling to me... Probably only on the third short siren, I realized that it was coming towards me, or damn it behind me... so I stopped...

It’s true what they say, that our police are like children. That if you are on good terms with them, then they treat you the same way... well, if you start to “bully”, then in response you get a similar reaction...
I’ll say right away that I was not “bully”. Maybe the police were going to behave differently, but they saw that not only was I not “hiding” from them, but on the contrary, I was very glad to see them... It seems to me that they were even confused, so they started “with the wrong questions” …
They really were “wary” when, in response to their question, “What happened to me and why am I in this form... disheveled, tear-stained, and also with abrasions on my elbow and knee...”, Well, I answered them “Why did I catch the Lord”... They still looked at each other... But when I unfastened my backpack, which today was hanging not on my back, but in front of my chest, and from there a satisfied muzzle of a puppy appeared... they smiled and asked if I needed help. Having received assurances that everything was OK with me and that I would get home on my own, they left me alone... Moreover, they again went to the city, and already there they turned around, returning to the village and again coming level with me, they once again “beaconed” to me with a short sound sirens…..

I also want to say that as soon as I entered the apartment, my parents started asking me what happened... They also felt that something was wrong. They saw me in this state for the first time... But when I took the Lord out of my backpack... Then dad immediately grabbed him in his arms... it turns out he was still a child at heart. Well, although mom grumbled a little, she allowed dad and I to keep the puppy...

Something like this....

Almost all summer, my friends and I went to the village to visit Tanya’s grandmother and I really liked it there. I liked it, not only because I was “very far” from home, and few people knew me there, which means I could afford something that I would never have done in the “city.” But I also liked being there, because there was always some kind of “movement” going on there. Something happened to someone, or something happened to someone, and this event immediately became the topic of general conversations, especially in the evening, on benches in the courtyards, when companies gathered there.

Adults discussed their events, but we were teenagers, discussed our “heroes”, condemning or approving this or that action, or simply laughing at what happened...

I remember very well that conversation on a bench in Tanya’s grandmother’s yard, when Lena T. herself was telling all the girls about how one boy, Igor K., suggested or asked her to show her tits))). Funny? So it was very funny for us then and everyone on the bench laughed together....
I didn’t know this girl very well, after all, the “village” is not my home area. And she was not from the yard, but came from the “private sector.” An ordinary girl, like myself. Not particularly “authoritative”, but also somewhat “not intimidated”.

I didn’t even really listen to the general conversation, although I must admit that Lenka’s story was very “tasty.” What is called “in the faces”, very funny imitating the facial expressions and intonation of the voice of that boy who dared to “come on” to her.

Our whole company laughed together at the next funny “moment” in her stories, I laughed with everyone, of course... But for myself, I have long highlighted the most important thing in this event, i.e. the key word is “Dare”. I almost immediately realized that Lenka had been ready to show her tits for a long time, not to this “little little guy” Igor, but to someone cooler and more “authoritative”. Otherwise, it turns out that some “runaway” DARE to approach her and offer her such things.
You understand that each of us, and Lenka was no exception, considers herself “herself.” The most beautiful, the smartest, the most successful, etc. And of course, such a “best” girl deserves only a “prince on a white horse” as her admirer and nothing less..... And then damn it’s some kind of “runaway”...

nAlthough, for example, I didn’t consider Igor a weakling. I didn’t see him very often in “our yard”, he, like Lenka herself, lived in the private sector, but sometimes my friends and I “crossed paths” with him.
Yes, he was a little “strange”, “uptight” boy but I think that this was due to the fact that Igor’s parents “let him out” for a walk... let’s say, dressed in “village style.” Look, for example, I, my girlfriends, and other teenagers, wore their best, most fashionable things “to the yard”... But Igor, I always met him only dressed “in a country style”... well, that is. "no way". No fashion, no style. Most likely, he looked this way due to the fault of his parents, who dressed their son in all his best only when he went for a walk “into the city.” Well, at home, as they say, it’s fine, as long as you’re not naked... So Igor was complex and embarrassed, primarily because of his appearance. Well, who wouldn’t be embarrassed if your peers look very stylish, fashionable, and most importantly “grown-up”, and you don’t “get it”...

Although the boy himself was normal. In any case, no one noticed any “shoals” about him. Moreover, Igor was a very kind, harmless, and most importantly, absolutely not greedy boy. In any case, when he came to the beach, he always brought his “sack”... and that’s what we called the bag that his parents gave him to take to the river. Everyone knew that there was always something to profit from in this “bag”. A bottle of mineral water, pies that his grandmother baked, sweet and very tasty apples that grew outside their fence…. Yes, a lot of things could be found in his “sack”. So, this Igor always shared everything he had there. What would you understand, the guys did not take food from him, but he himself treated absolutely everyone and, it seems to me, he was even glad that we were not ignoring him, but, on the contrary, we were gobbling up the treat with appetite...

Damn, I got distracted... What I want to say now is that during that conversation on the bench, absolutely all the girls supported Lenka and were in solidarity with her. “Well, as soon as this “runaway” plucked up the courage to approach her with such a proposal...

I, of course, also condemned the boy “for the company.” Well, I won’t sit with a pout and hiss through my teeth, “I don’t agree.” You know, a team is a very complicated “thing” and sometimes going against everyone’s opinions can be very fraught....

I will have a friend in a couple of years... So when I went to a club with her and I just felt sick from the music that was “played” there..., she told me - “Why are you standing here “on the side” with a sour face and not dancing? Don’t like Mouzon? I don’t like it either! But you jump and jump, dance like it’s the last time in your life... You shouldn’t show your “disgust” to others. But at home, never listen to such SHIT, but only what you like. And everything will be OK for you.”...

Damn, I got distracted again. What am I talking about… I also condemned Igor on the bench and was in solidarity with Lenka…. But in my heart I thought completely differently. I couldn’t understand why girls are such fools. After all, “a prince on a dashing horse” is all great and I wouldn’t refuse it either, especially if you can ride that “horse” to the envy of everyone around you. Here I am, all like this, riding around in a cool Mercedes or Beha with a very “authoritative prince”. But to show my tits, to play a game where I allow something to be done to myself, to do all sorts of “shameful” things, it’s better for such a “little brat” like Igor.

It turns out that I was already “spoiled” then and I was already excited by the thought that I, all so beautiful and fashionable, could belong to and allow people to do different things to me with absolutely “no one” guys. Game of “beauty and the beast” damn....

In short, I would have gone to that Igor myself that same day, but I just couldn’t “catch” him .With. tête-à-tête. I always had girlfriends with me, or just comrades and friends from the yard campaign. So I only “fantasized” about that Igor for several days, but I managed to talk to him probably after a week.

I finally managed to meet him just on the street, when he was going to the store, and I was just riding a bike. Our conversation began as I expected. Igor was very timid and embarrassed, although he was pleased to talk to me, I saw that he really liked me.
But when I directly voiced my proposal to him, you needed to see his face.
nFirstly, fear and shame. He immediately realized that I was aware of his conversation with Lenka, and since I knew, then the other girls probably knew about it too. It seems to me that he even wanted to run away from me, but he simply couldn’t, because I “pinned” him with my bicycle in the corner under the store. Not on purpose, it just happened that way. He blushed all over and even began to turn his head around, probably perceiving everything that was happening as a joke on my part and fearing that now the “cavalry” in the form of my girlfriends, Tanya, Svetka and Irka would jump out of the ambush, and we would make him laugh .

But time passed, and no one appeared “from the bushes” and Igor finally calmed down. Damn, he even started bargaining with me. Well, what can he offer me in exchange for “see my boobs.” Damn... this boy, for some reason, took my words literally and did not understand that I was just “playing” with him... Yes, I myself was ready to show myself to him, but I needed “trade” so as not to “lose face” and in order to “increase my worth.” Well, I didn’t have to do such things “just like that”... In general, the psychology of a teenage girl is still that thing))).

And what do you think? I agreed with him to show myself as a puppy!!! Ask for which one? Do I fucking know?! I actually didn’t care for that puppy, I was ready to agree even for the “candy”, but this “fool” Igor took everything literally…. I was even sure that on his part, the “puppy” was simply an excuse for me to agree)))).

I won’t take up extra time from you, I’ll just say that at his house everything was like everyone else. The same furniture, TV... In short, nothing special. Although I didn’t stay in the house for very long, because Igor almost immediately took me to the “garden”, to the “outbuildings”, where, as it turned out, the shepherd dog Nora really “lived”. The dog was very large and very “pedigree”, I mean that the shepherd was actually purebred, and most importantly, it was completely black, I had never seen such a color on a shepherd before. Yes, I actually saw dogs in person only in our city park, where their owners brought them “to play and exercise”…. And then suddenly I saw such a miracle... Damn, for a second I even forgot why I came here.

Nora was not on a leash. She ran out of her “enclosure”, that is, from the “barn” and immediately sniffed me all over. As they say, the “breed” of a dog, and, in principle, of a woman, is immediately obvious... But now I’m for Nora. Some small mongrel would have immediately attacked me with barking and the desire to bite, but Nora, realizing that I did not pose any danger, immediately lost any interest in me and went into her enclosure...
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But from there, puppies ran out in a crowd and I again forgot why I came to that Igor. Very beautiful, just as purebred, they started running around me first, and then chasing each other throughout the garden... And damn, I immediately wanted to take one of them for myself....
I don’t think I need to say that I started the “negotiations” for the second round. After all, what did we agree on at the store? That I won’t even take it off, but just lift up my T-shirt and show Igor my bare chest, and he “without hands” will just look at me, damn it, from front and back…. And for this, he shows me the puppies and even allows me to pet them and play if I want. Moreover, as I later understood, Igor then made very big “concessions”, because the puppies were indeed very purebred and strangers were not allowed near them at all, but only “buyers”, that is, those who came to buy a puppy for themselves …

According to the new “agreement”, I agreed to take off my T-shirt completely and pose like that in front of Igor, and he could even touch me a little. And “a little bit” in time. Exactly 10 minutes and not a second more. Igor wanted a whole half hour of such a “performance”, but I “bargained” on exactly 10 minutes....

We returned to the “gazebo” that he had in the yard in front of the house and here I am but she took off her top...
Damn, as I understand it, Igor saw a naked, and most importantly “live” girl for the first time in his life, because to say that he was amazed is to say nothing. He turned literally as red as boiled lobster, if not more so. He began to breathe very loudly and heavily, not for a second taking his eyes off my bare chest…. Well, then he touched me... I even flinched from surprise, but I didn’t try to hide. His touches were timid, I would even say gentle, it seemed that he was afraid of scaring me off if he touched me more...

Be that as it may, I unexpectedly liked his touches. Gently, even tenderly, he moved his fingertips over my stomach, bare chest, and of course touched my nipples... I can’t tell you exactly how long he touched me like that, but obviously much longer than we did Deal". And although I was very excited and, as they say, “an agreement is worth more than money,” I still covered myself with my hands and declared that “That’s all!” That I have fulfilled my part of the deal!”….

But what a groan escaped my lips when Igor suddenly told me, literally, “That this is very little…. That the puppies are very purebred and are expensive, and that he will also get hurt from his parents if, when he returns from work in the evening, they are missing one...”

Saying this, he was very much afraid of my reaction…. In any case, his voice trembled so much that he stuttered. But seeing that I not only didn’t object, but even removed my hands from my bare chest, he became bolder and began to further voice his proposal.

He invited me to allow myself to be searched. Maybe Igor didn’t know such a word as “grope”, or maybe he himself “fantasized” about such things... you can’t get into a person’s head. But that’s exactly what he said: “I’ll search you all over, and you can take “your” puppy.” Only he asked me to undress completely.

Although I was very excited, I still had some common sense left, so I refused to take off my shorts and panties. But Igor “wasn’t at a loss” even here. He offered to tie me up!!!!
Damn.. when I heard his offer, I probably shook all over, because he “hooked” my deepest fantasies. The fact is that I only “dreamed” about such things. My friends and I didn’t even play like that, I never admitted it to them, and then suddenly such a proposal...
In general, when I heard this from Igor, the word “How?” just came out of my lips. It was just not clear to me how he knew about my secret desires, because I haven’t told anyone yet....

But it turns out he understood me literally, deciding that I was interested in the “purely technical side of the issue.” - “Well, how... That you don’t know how they connect or something. I’ll tie your hands or let’s tie you to a tree.”

Damn, after such words I was ready for anything. I didn’t even notice where he got that rope from, but when he ordered me: “Put your hands here!”…. I obediently extended my crossed wrists to him...
-“Not like that! Hands behind my back!”, I received a new order, obeyed and he immediately began tying my hands behind my back.
As soon as I was tied up, Igor immediately groped me, or “searched” me. Just not carefully and gently anymore... And so, “with force.” My neck, my shoulders, my stomach, of course my bare chest, he “searched” me all over with his hands..
-“Get on your knees!”, he unexpectedly ordered. I was about to obey, but he took me under his bound hands and led me along.
-“Let’s go!”, he said briefly. I also asked, “Where?”, and he replied, “I’ll tie you to a tree in the garden!”

I didn’t ask any more “stupid” questions. Igor led me to a tree, but it turned out that there was nothing to tie me with... He left me for literally a minute, ran back for the rope, and I pressed my bare back against the tree, scratching the bark with my tied hands, waiting for him to come back...

Damn, even though he I didn’t know how to do this, but he tied me very tightly to the tree. And not only my arms, but also my chest, stomach and even my ankles... In general, he tied me up as long as the length of the rope was enough....

And then he began to “search” me. Search everything, literally. He didn’t even try to hold back anymore and I realized how excited he was. My face... He simply touched and stroked my cheeks and lips with his fingers. Then my neck, shoulders... He paid special attention to my bare chest. I crushed it for a very long time and very hard. Not to the point of tears, of course, but I had “enough”... Then my stomach...
By the way, he started kissing me only when he knelt down in front of me and kissed my stomach right at the very hem of my denim shorts. He kissed me for a minute, maybe more, then he began to stroke and knead my thighs and all my legs in general, right up to my tied ankles, and then suddenly said
- I’ll pull down your shorts?! Not completely. Only up to the knees"

And although I found the strength to answer - “No! No need!”, he started doing it anyway... Moreover, he never got up from his knees, and when my shorts were pulled down to my ankles, he buried his face in my panties and began to loudly inhale my smell...

I don’t know what would have happened next, but then I heard some noise in the neighboring garden, probably one of the neighbors was going to their garden. And since there was no fence between the gardens as such, but only a large metal mesh stretched around the entire perimeter, the danger of being discovered forced Igor to stop. Moreover, he quickly untied me from the tree as best he could and we returned back to the gazebo.

Already in the gazebo, he again asked for “continuation.” I managed to return the shorts to the place where they were supposed to be, but Igor said that he had not finished searching me yet, and asked me to turn my back to him, spread my legs, and put my hands behind my head... By the way, this is a very “famous” position in BDSM , only there you need to kneel while doing it, although it’s not necessary. But Igor had no way of knowing about her. I couldn’t know more precisely from practice, he just saw this in “films.”

But at that moment, I didn’t care about such little things, I did “this” myself for the first time, but I obeyed , spread her legs, and put her hands behind her head. For a few seconds he simply enjoyed the view of me from behind, and then, putting his hands on my butt, he said, “Now he’ll just pull my shorts down to my knees and so that I don’t rock the boat.”...

I obeyed. I stood silently, allowing him to pull my shorts down to my knees, allowing him to touch my butt through my panties, allowing me to stroke and knead my bare thighs...

The first time I protested was when he suddenly pulled my panties down to my knees, completely exposing my ass....
Damn, it was as if a “switch” had flipped in my head... No, the excitement remained, in principle, I just clearly realized what I was doing now, and most importantly, where all this could lead.

I turned around to face him and pushed him away from me. And what was my surprise when I felt how much power he had... Igor, this quiet and modest man, this “darling,” simply grabbed my hands and began trying to throw me to the floor right there in the gazebo.
I resisted simply desperately. But to my horror, I couldn’t do anything against him. He turned out to be much stronger, so that, literally after a minute of struggle, I found myself lying on my back, and he was lying on top of me. Even now I remember the chill that I felt on my back and bare bottom, lying there in the gazebo. I began to quickly weaken and he managed to “break away” from me, pull off his sweatpants and underpants and lie on top of me again. He didn’t even hold me anymore, because I almost gave up from losing my strength.

The only thing that saved me was that I was the first girl with whom Igor had this. He simply did not understand how to do everything correctly, but only thought about one thing, “faster,” as it were. He couldn’t spread my legs wide apart, because my shorts were still on my hips, at knee level, so he just lay on me and “blindly” poked his dick into my crotch. At some point, I squeezed his penis very tightly with my hips, which never entered me, but without even realizing it, he began to actively move his pelvis.

He quieted down almost immediately and I felt something sticky and hot on my thighs...

I don’t even remember now how long he still lay on me. It seems to me that he immediately rose to his feet, although I could be wrong. I just remember that Igor tried to console me, muttering something to me about not worrying, that no one would find out anything... But I didn’t care about his words. All I wanted was to get out of his house right away.

The only thing I remember well is how he himself brought me a towel, I remember how I wiped his sperm from my thighs and between my legs..... I also remember that he offered me water, and I She didn’t answer him with either “agreement or refusal”, he himself went into the house for a bottle…. And in that minute that he was gone, I managed to put on my things and roll my bike out the gate. And I also grabbed the puppy, not on purpose. He just ran around the yard, getting under my feet... So when Igor appeared again, already with a bottle of mineral water, I got on the “bike” and began to drive away from there, pedaling as best I could...
And I didn’t go to the beach, where my whole company was probably already there, but I went home, one might say in the other direction. Already approaching the bridge, I “noticed” the river. The fact is that that village was on the opposite bank of the river, and in order to get into it, you had to cross the bridge...

So, when I “noticed” the river, I immediately I turned under the bridge to get myself in order... I want to say that the places there were bad. Once upon a time there were “overpasses”... I don’t know exactly what they are, that’s what the locals called these structures... and barges and large boats approached these “overpasses”, so the depth there was “huge”, and if you look into the river from the bridge , then the boundary of the “black water” was clearly visible, where the depth began. The current there was very strong.. In short, no one swam there at any time, and I was probably almost the first who climbed into the water there... But despite the shock in which I was still in, I perfectly understood the danger which was in the river, and literally just sat down in the water right next to the shore and began to “wash away”....

But that wasn’t all... The puppy, it turns out, ran away... I didn’t even I remembered how I took him to that place... But when I came to my senses, I saw that he was not nearby... Damn, I burst into tears again... It turns out that I suffered because of this “damn” puppy, and he also ran away from me somewhere... But I was not going to give up and began to walk along the shore, hoping to find him... I don’t remember how long I “searched”. 20 meters, maybe 30... well, even 100... but soon I saw him... Damn.... I even smiled through my tears... The puppy “turns out” was quite large, the size of an adult cat, very beautiful, “fat” and very purebred, and most importantly, completely black like his mother. As it turned out later, I took the best one then.
I ran up to him, but he, perceiving everything that was happening as a game, began to run away from me, but I, not noticing the snag, or whatever was there in the sand, tripped and just fell, tearing up her elbow and knee...

Many people say that the police are bad, they call the police bad words, but the police I came across were really okay...
They They noticed me on the bridge. Moreover, they were going to the village, and I, on the contrary, to the city... It turns out that they could not turn around on the bridge, so they drove the bridge to the end, turned around there, and already caught up with me on the way back.
I didn’t even understand that they were signaling to me... Probably only on the third short siren, I realized that it was coming towards me, or damn it behind me... so I stopped...

It’s true what they say, that our police are like children. That if you are on good terms with them, then they treat you the same way... well, if you start to “bully”, then in response you get a similar reaction...
I’ll say right away that I was not “bully”. Maybe the police were going to behave differently, but they saw that not only was I not “hiding” from them, but on the contrary, I was very glad to see them... It seems to me that they were even confused, so they started “with the wrong questions” …
They really were “wary” when, in response to their question, “What happened to me and why am I in this form... disheveled, tear-stained, and also with abrasions on my elbow and knee...”, Well, I answered them “Why did I catch the Lord”... They still looked at each other... But when I unfastened my backpack, which today was hanging not on my back, but in front of my chest, and from there a satisfied muzzle of a puppy appeared... they smiled and asked if I needed help. Having received assurances that everything was OK with me and that I would get home on my own, they left me alone... Moreover, they again went to the city, and already there they turned around, returning to the village and again coming level with me, they once again “beaconed” to me with a short sound sirens…..

I also want to say that as soon as I entered the apartment, my parents started asking me what happened... They also felt that something was wrong. They saw me in this state for the first time... But when I took the Lord out of my backpack... Then dad immediately grabbed him in his arms... it turns out he was still a child at heart. Well, although mom grumbled a little, she allowed dad and I to keep the puppy...

Something like this....

When will the collections go on sale?))

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, Точечки!!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn, well, read the story first.. you might not like it

[Eustace]

damn, well, read the story first.. maybe you won’t like it

I’m already hooked!!! after the lines!!! I WAS RAPEED......

[Christmas_Christmas]

Alex_,
there I say "almost" missed before being raped

[Tanya]

Almost all summer, my friends and I went to the village to visit Tanya’s grandmother and I really liked it there. ....
Something like this....

Well written, easy to read and I think that in the story your experience of life, what that sweet childhood memory.....My Respect!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Almost all summer, my friends and I went to the village to visit Tanya’s grandmother and I really liked it there. ....
Something like this....

Well written, easy to read and I think that in the story your experience of life, what that’s a sweet childhood memory.....My Respect!

Thank you very much for your review)))

[Eustace]

Igor tried to console me, muttered something to me so that I wouldn’t worry, that no one would find out anything...

Didn’t he promise to marry? ???

[Christmas_Christmas]

Didn’t promise to marry????

and in the next episode I’ll tell you

[Eustace]

https://i.postimg.cc/BvRqq5Rs/2005199-DJ-W.jpg

[Christmas_Christmas]

Alex_,
I understand that The story with my tying up and almost rape may not be liked by everyone... but this happened to me, and I decided to tell about it...
And if people are uncomfortable reading such details, then I’m talking about my love for BDSM( y) I’ll try not to write anymore

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, Illustration for the cover of the book!!!!

[Eustace]

And if people find it unpleasant to read such details, then I will try not to write anymore about my love for BDSM

write everything :vorch:

[Eustace]

By the way!!!! we want boobs too!!!! Look...............!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

write everything

it won’t work out about everything (((( there are personal moments that I don’t talk about I dare never tell

[Eustace]

there are such wild moments

create a topic Game History!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, Illustration for the cover of the book!!!!

and the illustration on the cover is cool... eh.. if you were the director.. I’d give you a whole script for the series "wrote".... "The Word of the Girl"..... everything would be interesting to watch, I think....
I’m kidding of course...

Sent after 1 minute 23 seconds:

there are such wild moments

create a topic Game History!!!

just a typo....

[Eustace]

if you were a director..

They scored!!!! I’m the Director!!! you are the Author and Screenwriter!!! Well, the main character!!!! (it turned out a lot )

[Christmas_Christmas]

well, the Main heroine!!!!

damn the "Bottom" heroine... that would be more accurate

[Eustace]

"Bottom" heroine... that would be more accurate

Covered up!! I’m already looking for candidates for the main roles! or will you pull up your own??? on Casting

[Canis91]

Um. I also want to participate Cutting the budget...

[Eustace]

cut the budget...

still need to find a Producer!!! then saw, otherwise we only have a saw!

[Canis91]

So if you have a drink it’s already good. To the Producer with a saw... That’s it. I remember there was such a cinema. Either "Axe 13", or "Saw 69". Well, you know...

[Christmas_Christmas]

otherwise we only have a saw!

why was it just a saw.... I’m still there))))
just kidding Crap....

[Andrey-37]

it won’t work out about everything((((there are such personal moments that I will never dare to talk about

Well, here everything is incognito. Anything is possible, we won’t tell anyone

[Christmas_Christmas]

it won’t work out about everything((((there are some personal moments that I will never dare to talk about

Well here everything is incognito. Everything is possible, we won’t tell anyone

ok.. we agreed)))) the main thing is don’t tell my husband.

[Andrey-37]

ok.. agreed)))) the main thing is don’t tell my husband

And from what was told, does my husband know a lot?

[Eustace]

why was it just a saw.... I’m still there))))

in the last Episode we’ll cut it!!! You will come to life in the second season!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

ok.. agreed)))) the main thing is don’t tell my husband

And from what was told, my husband knows a lot?

neither my husband nor even my mother know)))) it’s better to remain silent about such things.. especially with my husband... I’ll be safer as they say...

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why is it just a saw.... I’m still there))))

in the last Episode we’ll cut it!!! You will come to life in the second season!!!

damn... I don’t have a budget to nag me))))

[Canis91]

Nope. This won’t work.... We need a dragon. Like they sawed him, and he was so puffing and puffing. And Natalie is like a Phoenix bird made of ganjubass smoke.... So all naked... And with such a leg... And the dragon threw back its wing like a ladder and grits: The company welcomes you....
In I’m getting carried away, right?

[Christmas_Christmas]

It won’t work that way.... I need a dragon.

damn... I’m thinking now... where will I get a dragon in the next Stories?

[Canis91]

where will I get the dragon in the next Story

where... Yes, everyone knows that. From an egg as in the film "The Legend of Dina Nazarova".
This is how dogs appear in history . He would be suitable for the role of a dragon.
My dog ​​was extremely fond of licking its owner. Think...
How to sum up the theme of the ZOO

[Christmas_Christmas]

How to sum up the theme of the ZOO

I’ve never done such things, to be honest. And the Zoo theme not only doesn’t “catch” me, I’ve never even “fantasized” about such a thing

[Canis91]

Natali_Natali, yes, I’m getting carried away. Don’t pay attention to the ravings of a madman who has an isho and has run out of pills.
Although about the dog... You come home from work tired, she will lie down next to you and push you. Like, what are you doing, Master, let’s go play...
You brush her off, and she lets lick your face and hands. And the fatigue goes away.
It’s a pity that I left for Rainbow a long time ago...
And I decided to get a new one...

[Eustace]

I never even "fantasized" about such a thing

https://i.postimg.cc/k4yVRPwc/Screenshot-20231226-111818-Browser.jpg

[Canis91]

By the way, here is a topic worthy of Senton-Thomson. Just about the pet. Like there lived a dog. You don’t even need sex here. Many will understand and remember their own.
I think so (C. Mimino)

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Alex_, doctor, where do you get such pictures?

[Christmas_Christmas]

Although about the dog... You come home from work tired, she will lie down next to you and push you. Like, what are you Master, let’s go play...

damn... so Lord lived with us for almost 10 years))) family member))) . Probably my most devoted friend in the world)))

[Christmas_Christmas]

я даже не "фантазировала" никогда про такое

https://i.postimg.cc/k4yVRPwc/Screenshot-20231226-111818-Browser.jpg

вот же блин... как вам хочется меня подложить под когото "четырехногого".....
шучу... И да, смотреть мультики про такое я еще могу.... но вот фильмы уже не нравятся

[Eustace]

By the way, here is a topic worthy of Senton-Thomson. Just about the pet. Like there lived a dog. You don’t even need sex here. Many will understand and remember their own.
I think so (C. Mimino)

Sent after 1 minute 42 seconds:
Alex_, doctor, where do you get such pictures?

I’m drawing!!!

Sent after 1 minute 44 seconds:

damn... how do you like it I want to put me under someone "four-legged"...
just kidding... And yes, I can still watch cartoons about this. ... but I don’t like the films anymore

in our Blockbuster!!! should be everything!

[Canis91]

Natali_Natali, that’s what I’m talking about. Talking about your Friend will be cooler than any sex. It’s heartbreaking. Although... Is it necessary?...

Sent after 4 minutes 23 seconds:
Alex_,

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, that’s what I’m talking about I say. Talking about your Friend will be cooler than any sex. It’s heartbreaking. Although... Is it necessary?...

don’t ask whether it’s necessary or not... but just tell me....

[Christmas_Christmas]

in our Blockbuster!!! should be everything!

"everything" is too much for me. I’m afraid I can’t stand it, I can’t handle it

[Canis91]

Author, this is... That... The same... With perversions... That...
"Four-legged" is already a group sex... Enta is four people Do you need it in this film?
Alex, what do you think about this?
n
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Natali_Natali, I would tell you. I don’t know how to write in native language. Well, I’m like an extreme resident of the North... Current reader That’s why I’m a bastard.

[Eustace]

... Born on the banks of the Neva, Onegin was the idol of the lads..
He received money from his uncle, It is clear - vodka, cards, whores.
And they would have had a lot of fun,
When If only, as always, it wasn’t a woman.
Vovka Lensky had a glitch,
That his friend was picking on his chick..

Vovan should hit Zhenya in the face,
Yes, it’s a shame, show-offs are more expensive..
Vovan said: - They left the market,
Our dispute will be resolved only by two "makars".
(The ancestors have this gimmick It was called a duel,
Now we can’t understand them,
Isn’t it easier to hire killers?).

And now friends, having appointed a shooter,
The two of them came to a shootout.
Onegin burst from the barrel,
And... Lensky died, that’s all.
Yes, Tatyana was also there,
But
Onegin never started a love affair with her,
One goat took her away.

Onegin came to her later,
All show-off , in a chain with a cross..
Steep as the bank of the Irtysh,
But her soul was more important..
The analysis ended with a bummer
And he went over the hill!

Lukomorye has a new Russian,
Golden chain in Russian volume,
Crimson French jacket,
And a mobile phone in it;
And in "Mercedes" there is a "Sony" TV set,
In "Volkswagen-Passat" it is the second...
There are miracles: there is a thief in law
nLives in freedom, like a hero;

There at unprecedented parties
Traces of unpaid salaries;
The beauty there in only sneakers
Shows off her façade;
There are stadiums full of clothes,
There will be waves at dawn
Dark and dashing traders,

And a platoon of agile riot police,
With weapons and in black masks,
Lays them to the ground.
There is a racketeer, deprived of tribute,
Captivates a cunning businessman;
There is a businessman with a minister in a bathhouse
By the will of the godfather
They bring the deal to an end;
The prostitute serves as a bedding there,

And the brave cop irons the homeless man;
There a killer who knows nothing
He carries out his judgment in broad daylight.

There the warehouse is burning, there is an explosion!
There is a Russian spirit... It smells like Russia there!

[Canis91]

Alex_, BRAVO!!! I mentally applaud you.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Alex_, BRAVO!!! I mentally applaud you.

... Born on the banks of the Neva, Onegin was the idol of the lads ..
He received his money from his uncle , It’s clear - vodka, cards, whores.
And we would have had a lot of fun,
If, as always, it weren’t a woman.
Vovka Lensky had a glitch,
nThat his friend is hitting on his chick ..

damn... you definitely need to create a Topic with poetry)))) and you, dear Alex_, as a true centile, we simply must create it

[Eustace]

damn... you definitely need to create a Topic with poetry)))) and you, dear Alex_, as a true centile, are simply obliged to create it

but no, Just something rolled up))) or rolled up)))

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn... you definitely need to create a Topic with poetry)))) and you, dear Alex_, as a true centile, are simply obliged to create it

no, it’s just that something happened))) or it rolled up)))

damn.... are you embarrassed to create a topic with poetry or something? what could be more beautiful than poetry about sex)))

[Bully Carrie]

Cool. And I bought my first puppy for 50 rubles from an advertisement....