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Incident on the train
I’ll briefly tell you a case I was a witness. About three years ago I was getting ready to go on vacation to the south, by train. Traveling with me in the reserved seat carriage were two couples of students, young people, about 19 years old. Well, they decided to celebrate their journey with alcoholic drinks. Naturally, they continued to buzz until the evening, until everyone, due to drinking alcohol, passed out. I had a side seat in the carriage, they were opposite. Since I got the top shelf, I climbed up and passed out. The heat and stuffiness were oppressive. At night, at about two o’clock I woke up, the train was rumbled in the night, there was silence in the carriage, everyone was sleeping. And then I noticed that a half-naked student was sleeping on the bottom bunk, her legs bent wide at the knees, in thin panties, elastic breasts peeking out, pink nipples visible from under the sheet. At that moment, a boy, about 14 years old, was walking down the aisle. He stopped, stood near the sleeping woman, and went to the toilet. On the way back, he stopped again, the bulge in his underpants was visible, and a powerful penis was sticking out from there. Without hesitation, the boy dived under the sheet of the student. There was a fuss for some time, but then a student was heard screaming. He covered it. He began to move his penis furiously, the student squealed quietly. Finally, he pressed himself against her with all his might, and I think he poured his entire wet dream into her. Having done the job, the boy retreated. And the next morning the students spent a long time sorting it out among themselves...
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Hi all! then a lot of people started posting their (or not their own) invented stories, so I thought, let me post them. In short, for your consideration.
Adventures of a Maniac
Dedicated to my beloved and dearly adored boss
Oleg Ivanovich
Author: Stanislav Raisovich Salovatov
2011
Oleg wanted to rule the world. In his dreams, he often became an emperor or dictator. He mocked and humiliated people without fear of responsibility. These thoughts gave him an erection. Oleg masturbated until his groin hurt. But these were just dreams. Oleg wanted more...
He noticed her at the bus stop, when a mass of tired, gloomy people were returning to their boxes after a hard day. With difficulty, he followed her into a crowded tram and stood nearby, squeezed between a fat woman, bursting with heat and smelling of sweat, and a thin, wiry man. She was a thin girl with shoulder-length blond hair, in a simple dress that stretched in front, outlining her small breasts, when the tram slowed down at traffic lights and people piled on top of each other.
Two stops later she With great difficulty she moved towards the door. He began to push aside the passengers standing in front of him, trying to get off in time after her. Well, people, you can still be left without buttons, but that’s not the main thing. The main thing now is to get out of this gas chamber without unnecessary, unnecessary noise and not lose her in the crowd. Yeah, so she crosses the street, enters the food pavilion, asks the saleswoman about something. He stopped at the window of a nearby store and lit a cigarette, looking at the girl through the glass doors of a nearby pavilion. She appears to be 15-16 years old, of average height, thin, fair-haired, neat nose, slightly upturned upper lip and a charming smile - the guard is saying something to her, probably trying to get to know her. An unruly blond strand keeps falling over her green eyes, sparkling with a fairy-tale light.
Finally she came out, and the hot breeze that blew at that time blew up her light dress, exposing her thin hips to her white panties. She grabbed the fluttering hem with her hand free from the bag and pressed it to her feet. She even seemed to blush a little. The mass moving along the sidewalk picked her up and carried her along. Gradually, the crowd lost its pressure and, finally, only a few people continued to move forward when it turned to the entrance of the nine-story building and opened the creaky door.
“Calm down, Oleg,” he encouraged himself. - Do not rush. Now she probably goes to the elevator and presses the button to call the cabin. Okay, just a second. That’s it, it’s time!”
Oleg pulled open the entrance door and flew up the steps to the first floor. At that moment, the elevator door opened and the girl paused, attracted by the noise of his steps. Her eyes looked at him absolutely indifferently at first, but only until the moment when he pushed her inside the cabin, pressed the button for the ninth floor and pressed her tightly in the corner, covering her mouth with his palm. She stood and, not understanding anything, looked at the unfamiliar man who was so roughly pressing her against the wall.
Only when the door closed and the elevator started moving did she realize what was happening and began desperately struggling, biting his palm, trying to free himself and scream. Tears flowed from her eyes, the young girl’s body wriggled like a snake, she screamed into his palm, not embarrassed by the saliva that immediately leaked between Oleg’s hand tightly pressed to the girl’s face and her chin. Oleg lightly hit her in the stomach.
- Quiet, bitch, don’t kick, I’ll cut you! - he whispered hoarsely and, reaching out to his jeans, took a butterfly knife out of his pocket.
Frantically twirling the knife in his hand, he managed to flash the blade in the dim light of the cabin, pressed it to the girl’s throat and pressed slightly. The tender skin immediately gave in, and a thin stream of blood appeared from under the blade, which, as if in a hurry, quickly ran down the neck under the collar of the dress. She twitched in pain and fell silent, silently bursting into tears.
“Hush, girl, hush,” Oleg muttered, putting the knife aside. – If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you go alive.
She stood like a frozen statue, pressed by a large man against the wall, only a slight trembling, like that of a cornered horse, ran through her body.
– Now you and I will go up to the roof, I’ll detain you for a while and let you go home, understand?
She just breathed noisily from under her palm, glancing sideways at the rapist.
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– I let go of my hand, and God forbid you scream, you will regret it.
He began to carefully move his hand away from her mouth, ready at any moment to stifle the scream that escaped . She licked her lips, which had become plump, sobbing in a low voice and excitedly rushing:
- What do you want from me? Let me go please. I’ll give you some money, here, take it in your bag. There’s not much there, but I don’t have any more. If necessary, I’ll take it from mom or dad. Just let me go, will you?
Instead of answering, he lifted the hem of her dress and pressed all his fingers into her crotch. She squealed, broke in half and began to slide down the wall. Oh, God, what soft skin, what pleasure!
“That’s what I need from you,” he said and kicked the sitting girl in the liver area with his left foot. From the blow, she fell to the floor, painfully hitting her head on the corner.
– Get up, come on!
She groaned, tears ran even faster from her swollen eye. She began to rise, sniffing loudly with her reddened nose. At this time, the elevator stopped on the top floor and the doors opened noisily. Without thinking, straight from her knees, she rushed to the barely opened door and screamed at the top of her lungs. Oleg managed to grab her ankle and pulled her as hard as he could, not caring about the consequences. The sound of a blow was heard and the scream fell silent.
He jumped out of the elevator and saw her lying on the floor with her arms outstretched. Apparently, falling, she did not have time to put her hands up and hit her face on the floor with all her might. From under the scattered hair a pool of blood appeared, slowly spreading across the floor of the dirty area. What was heard was not a groan or a cry, but some kind of plaintive howl, like cats crying at night. Oleg grabbed her by the shoulders and jerked her to her feet. Her broken nose was bleeding heavily, but everything else was fine. It looked like she was knocked down, since the green eyes looking at Oleg seemed to be covered with a film, and their expression could not be called anything other than meaningless.
He glanced up at the stairs, leading to the attic. Naturally, there was a lock there. Well, what bad luck! Until the girl came to her senses, Oleg, leaning her against the railing, climbed up and angrily pulled the lock on the attic hatch. Will we really have to throw everything away and get out of here? The lock immediately opened, as if by magic. It turns out that his shackle was simply pushed tightly into it, but not latched. He softly jumped to the floor and lifted the girl, who had not yet fully recovered, onto his right
shoulder. She weighed, well, a maximum of fifty kilograms. Her buttocks swayed slightly when he pressed them to him with his palm, holding them, and her limply hanging arms swayed from side to side in time with his steps up the rungs of the iron stairs leading to the dark attic.
nThe kingdom of flying pigeons and dust was cut through by thin blades of rays of light, here and there squeezing into the twilight of the attic through cracks in the roof. He threw it onto the sharp small pieces of slag that covered this entire huge attic. She spread her arms limply, her blond hair scattered in the dust, and her light dress rode up high, exposing her slender legs. She lay and cried, not looking at Oleg, and sniffled funny with the blood still oozing from her nose. He walked up to her, sat down on one knee and, bending down, licked the blood. With his tongue he felt the salty taste of blood and the smoothness of her lips and nose. She shuddered and screamed again:
– Don’t touch me! Don’t touch! - and tried to jump up.
He was already very excited by this moment, he felt his penis breaking out of his tight shorts and jeans. Grabbing both hands that were pushing him away, he leaned on her with all his weight, once again feeling the strength and flexibility of the girl, and hit her in the face with his head.
– Shut up, bitch! – Oleg said ominously.
She squealed and fell silent, and the blood that had stopped flowed again in a thin stream from her nose, now making its way to her ear.
– You will speak when I give you permission. Clear? You will only do what I tell you. Otherwise, I’ll cut off her ear,” he quickly took out a knife from his back pocket, opened it and, pulling her ear back, made a small incision.
Her face wrinkled in pain, she moaned, holding back a scream with incredible efforts, and wet herself. The urine hit the slag loudly, flowing out of the girls’ thin swimsuits that were soaked through. Oleg laughed, stood up from her and, pulling with force, tore them apart. Now the urine from the wet swimming trunks was flowing down his hand and onto her dress. He raised his hand with his wet swimming trunks to her face.
She didn’t even try to dodge the streams flowing onto her. She just closed her eyes and quietly howled, either from pain or from shame. Oleg threw his swimming trunks aside, rose to his feet and began, looking into her face, to slowly unbutton his jeans. He took them off, pulled out his penis, swollen to the limit, and sat on her chest.
“Suck it,” he said.
She looked at her in horror him:
– Please don’t. I haven’t had anyone yet.
He lifted her head by the back of her head, brought his penis to her lips and poached it imperiously. The girl’s soft coral lips slowly parted and accepted the giant Oleg. He groaned with pleasure and began to literally pull her head onto himself, penetrating deeper and deeper into her throat. At first, smacking sounds were heard, then a muffled grunt, she rested her hands on the hairy legs of the man who was raping her face, trying to push him away from her.
Oleg pulled his penis out of her mouth for a moment, she managed to take a couple of gulps of air, and stuck it in again him deep into her throat. Moving it inside, he felt how she tensed, trying to push him out with her tongue, but giving him even more pleasure. After about two minutes, Oleg felt the approach of the highest point of his pleasure. He grabbed her head with both hands and forcefully pushed her onto his penis so that it seemed to him as if he had reached her stomach with the head of his penis. Oh shit! He hadn’t experienced this for a long time. His body was shaken, it seemed, to the very last cell, shaken by a universal wave of orgasm. He didn’t scream, he screamed with delight.
Semen sprayed like a fountain deep into the girl’s throat. She began to moan desperately, pounding his bare legs with her palms, but she had no choice but to swallow a huge portion of sperm so as not to choke. She swallowed quickly and noisily, like a thirsty person drinks, desperately trying to inhale some air through her nose. Oleg pulled out his organ, which had begun to go limp, out of her and rose to his feet only after he was sure that everything had been swallowed without a trace.
The girl dropped her head and, bent double, began coughing, trying to catch her breath. She vomited sperm onto the slag, right in front of her own face. Finally, she calmed down, breathing heavily, lying on her side. Thin streams of Oleg’s sperm flowed from her mouth and nostrils, mixed with blood. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, settling on her stomach as if on a bench.
– Well, bitch, did you like it? – he asked, taking a deep drag. – Shall we repeat it later?
She was silent, looking up with some distant gaze. Oleg was familiar with this look. He knew that she was completely broken, she would now do whatever he said.
– What’s your name?
– Dasha,– barely the girl answered audibly.
Oleg grabbed Dasha’s breasts through the material of the once clean dress and squeezed forcefully. Dasha wrinkled her face, groaned a little, but no longer screamed, only tears ran in streams from her eyes that saw nothing. He let go of his chest, grabbed the collar of his dress and pulled it sharply towards himself. Dasha jerked after the dress and probably would have even gotten to her feet if he hadn’t been sitting on her. And so she rose a little, hit him and fell back, and the material was torn in two with a crash, revealing a pair of wonderful girlish breasts that had not yet passed the stage of formation.
He bent down and grabbed the pink elongated nipple with his lips - it tasted sweetish, it reeked of purity. Then, with all his strength, he bit. His mouth immediately filled with blood, the half-bitten nipple dangling on his tongue. Dasha desperately bucked under him and screamed. He stood up, stepped on both her hands at the elbows, leaned over and stubbed out his cigarette on the other nipple. There was a smell of burning meat, the tender skin instantly turned black and then turned into a foul-smelling ulcer. The girl twitched under him and lost consciousness.
He, standing on her scratched, dented hands, began to urinate on top of her angelic face. Either from the urine itself, or from its smell, after a while the girl began to show signs of life, moaned and began to spit, shaking her wet head from side to side. Oleg felt how his strength was returning to him, how his large organ was beginning to fill with steel, it even seemed like he was breathing and with each breath it was getting bigger and bigger.
He grabbed Dasha by the wet hair , jerked her up onto her wobbly legs and tore the remains of her dress off her body. Then he put the unconscious girl on her knees, revealing the most secluded corners of her body, slightly shaded by the blond hairs that had just emerged. With his index finger, he opened her lips - I didn’t lie, she was still virgin, then he began to attach his erect member to the small dry pink slit. With great difficulty, millimeter by millimeter, he squeezed into Dasha, perhaps causing himself more pain than her.
The hymen burst, as it seemed to him, with a loud smack, blood dripped, stubbornly lubricating organ moving forward. Oleg felt Dasha’s hot cave, he even felt the beating of her heart through his member, tightly wrapped around the heavenly slit. Now it has already rested against the uterus, and the third part of Oleg’s organ is still outside. He tensed up and entered completely, right up to the balls. Dasha moaned in pain, a long thread of glistening saliva stretched down from her mouth, her half-bitten nipple dangled from side to side, splashing a thin stream of blood.
Oleg began to move his penis inside the girl’s body. Oh, what a feeling this is! The virgin you just uncorked sticks out on the penis that deprived her of honor, and the hands of the rapist push her hot, narrow and sweet cave onto the sinful organ with each return movement deeper and deeper. Oleg finished with the thought that his body and soul, if he had a soul, were now counting the heavens, starting from the first to the seventh, and, having reached the last, lay on him in bliss.
It seemed to pour out of him , about three liters of sperm, because he came and came inside Dasha, and could not stop. When reality returned to him, he saw Dasha in front of him, raising her virgin ass high, but lying with her chest and head on the dirty floor. He himself leaned all his weight onto the girl’s back, and his penis, limp and smaller, was still squeezed by the tender walls of Dasha’s vagina. From this one thought, Oleg felt that his strength was returning to him. “Am I really becoming a giant? - he thought, already feeling a very strong desire - Or was it just some kind of whore that got caught? voice. Oleg pulled out the already fairly swollen organ and moved back a little, assessing the position. A beautiful naked girl was kneeling in front of him, completely in his power, revealing to him all her innocent charms, albeit yielding to force, but this made her even sweeter. The abused vagina with streaks of blood from the torn hymen stood out as a pink spot, and next to it, a little higher, a tiny brownish spot of the anus.
- Well, beauty, next call? – Oleg asked.
In response, Dasha mumbled something inaudibly, without lifting her head from the slag mixed with pigeon droppings. He collected the saliva, spat directly on the dark spot of her anus and carefully began to rub it with his finger. She felt that a new test was beginning for her exhausted body, and tried to fall on her side. Oleg immediately forcefully pushed his finger into the anus to its full length. Dasha screamed loudly and jerked forward, trying to jump off the object that was causing incredible pain, but it sharply pulled her body towards itself, bringing it to its original position. Oh, how tight and warm it was inside her! The ancients said that a woman is a jar of bliss. How right they were! Her butt, like the neck of a narrow vessel, with enormous
resistance allowed Oleg’s finger into it. And what was there to say about the considerable size of the penis? His organ literally swelled before our eyes at this thought, excited to the limit and resembling a modest-sized melon with a head in the shape of an RGD grenade.
– I ask you, don’t, I ask you, don’t do this , no,” Dasha almost whispered as he lined up with the tiny hole.
Taking aim, he paused, preparing for the invasion and listening to the trembling of her body, desperately awaiting continuation, and moved to attack . He literally tore everything in his path, blood flowed in a thin stream over Dasha’s buttocks, staining his hairy legs. The girl twitched a couple of times, howled in doom and for the umpteenth time during this time she lost consciousness from pain.
Oleg raped the unconscious body, but how beautiful it was! Silky skin, long brown hair and a narrow, virgin ass, which he impaled on his big club. A wave of wild ecstasy arose somewhere deep inside him. In a matter of moments, she turned into a gigantic wave of pleasure that overwhelmed his entire being. He felt that this wave could tear him into pieces, splashing out of him in a stream of frantic force into the raped insides of Dasha, who had finally lost her virginity.
Oleg rose from the girl’s unconscious body, crushed into slag, and, slowly, began to put himself in order. Having lit a cigarette, he looked through the contents of Dasha’s purse. Yeah, five hundred. Another two hundred, not bad. “Well, it’s a fee,” he laughed quietly. Having finished smoking, he approached the girl, pulled off her gold earrings and a gold ring with a stone. She lay in the same way, pressing her face, chest and stomach into the dirty concrete floor of the attic, and blood with light streaks of sperm was already just oozing out of both lower holes. Her anus now looked quite wide.
“It will be convenient to fuck someone,” Oleg said and put out his cigarette on her buttock. Dasha didn’t even move. “Well, this is a keepsake for you,” thought Oleg and headed towards the stairs from the attic, putting the proceeds into his pockets as he went.
“Now we need to get to the station, and leave today Lisok to Voronezh, to new pleasant meetings,” he grinned.
SSR. December 20, 2011
Adventures of a Maniac
Dedicated to my beloved and dearly adored boss
Oleg Ivanovich
Author: Stanislav Raisovich Salovatov
2011
Oleg wanted to rule the world. In his dreams, he often became an emperor or dictator. He mocked and humiliated people without fear of responsibility. These thoughts gave him an erection. Oleg masturbated until his groin hurt. But these were just dreams. Oleg wanted more...
He noticed her at the bus stop, when a mass of tired, gloomy people were returning to their boxes after a hard day. With difficulty, he followed her into a crowded tram and stood nearby, squeezed between a fat woman, bursting with heat and smelling of sweat, and a thin, wiry man. She was a thin girl with shoulder-length blond hair, in a simple dress that stretched in front, outlining her small breasts, when the tram slowed down at traffic lights and people piled on top of each other.
Two stops later she With great difficulty she moved towards the door. He began to push aside the passengers standing in front of him, trying to get off in time after her. Well, people, you can still be left without buttons, but that’s not the main thing. The main thing now is to get out of this gas chamber without unnecessary, unnecessary noise and not lose her in the crowd. Yeah, so she crosses the street, enters the food pavilion, asks the saleswoman about something. He stopped at the window of a nearby store and lit a cigarette, looking at the girl through the glass doors of a nearby pavilion. She appears to be 15-16 years old, of average height, thin, fair-haired, neat nose, slightly upturned upper lip and a charming smile - the guard is saying something to her, probably trying to get to know her. An unruly blond strand keeps falling over her green eyes, sparkling with a fairy-tale light.
Finally she came out, and the hot breeze that blew at that time blew up her light dress, exposing her thin hips to her white panties. She grabbed the fluttering hem with her hand free from the bag and pressed it to her feet. She even seemed to blush a little. The mass moving along the sidewalk picked her up and carried her along. Gradually, the crowd lost its pressure and, finally, only a few people continued to move forward when it turned to the entrance of the nine-story building and opened the creaky door.
“Calm down, Oleg,” he encouraged himself. - Do not rush. Now she probably goes to the elevator and presses the button to call the cabin. Okay, just a second. That’s it, it’s time!”
Oleg pulled open the entrance door and flew up the steps to the first floor. At that moment, the elevator door opened and the girl paused, attracted by the noise of his steps. Her eyes looked at him absolutely indifferently at first, but only until the moment when he pushed her inside the cabin, pressed the button for the ninth floor and pressed her tightly in the corner, covering her mouth with his palm. She stood and, not understanding anything, looked at the unfamiliar man who was so roughly pressing her against the wall.
Only when the door closed and the elevator started moving did she realize what was happening and began desperately struggling, biting his palm, trying to free himself and scream. Tears flowed from her eyes, the young girl’s body wriggled like a snake, she screamed into his palm, not embarrassed by the saliva that immediately leaked between Oleg’s hand tightly pressed to the girl’s face and her chin. Oleg lightly hit her in the stomach.
- Quiet, bitch, don’t kick, I’ll cut you! - he whispered hoarsely and, reaching out to his jeans, took a butterfly knife out of his pocket.
Frantically twirling the knife in his hand, he managed to flash the blade in the dim light of the cabin, pressed it to the girl’s throat and pressed slightly. The tender skin immediately gave in, and a thin stream of blood appeared from under the blade, which, as if in a hurry, quickly ran down the neck under the collar of the dress. She twitched in pain and fell silent, silently bursting into tears.
“Hush, girl, hush,” Oleg muttered, putting the knife aside. – If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you go alive.
She stood like a frozen statue, pressed by a large man against the wall, only a slight trembling, like that of a cornered horse, ran through her body.
– Now you and I will go up to the roof, I’ll detain you for a while and let you go home, understand?
She just breathed noisily from under her palm, glancing sideways at the rapist.
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– I let go of my hand, and God forbid you scream, you will regret it.
He began to carefully move his hand away from her mouth, ready at any moment to stifle the scream that escaped . She licked her lips, which had become plump, sobbing in a low voice and excitedly rushing:
- What do you want from me? Let me go please. I’ll give you some money, here, take it in your bag. There’s not much there, but I don’t have any more. If necessary, I’ll take it from mom or dad. Just let me go, will you?
Instead of answering, he lifted the hem of her dress and pressed all his fingers into her crotch. She squealed, broke in half and began to slide down the wall. Oh, God, what soft skin, what pleasure!
“That’s what I need from you,” he said and kicked the sitting girl in the liver area with his left foot. From the blow, she fell to the floor, painfully hitting her head on the corner.
– Get up, come on!
She groaned, tears ran even faster from her swollen eye. She began to rise, sniffing loudly with her reddened nose. At this time, the elevator stopped on the top floor and the doors opened noisily. Without thinking, straight from her knees, she rushed to the barely opened door and screamed at the top of her lungs. Oleg managed to grab her ankle and pulled her as hard as he could, not caring about the consequences. The sound of a blow was heard and the scream fell silent.
He jumped out of the elevator and saw her lying on the floor with her arms outstretched. Apparently, falling, she did not have time to put her hands up and hit her face on the floor with all her might. From under the scattered hair a pool of blood appeared, slowly spreading across the floor of the dirty area. What was heard was not a groan or a cry, but some kind of plaintive howl, like cats crying at night. Oleg grabbed her by the shoulders and jerked her to her feet. Her broken nose was bleeding heavily, but everything else was fine. It looked like she was knocked down, since the green eyes looking at Oleg seemed to be covered with a film, and their expression could not be called anything other than meaningless.
He glanced up at the stairs, leading to the attic. Naturally, there was a lock there. Well, what bad luck! Until the girl came to her senses, Oleg, leaning her against the railing, climbed up and angrily pulled the lock on the attic hatch. Will we really have to throw everything away and get out of here? The lock immediately opened, as if by magic. It turns out that his shackle was simply pushed tightly into it, but not latched. He softly jumped to the floor and lifted the girl, who had not yet fully recovered, onto his right
shoulder. She weighed, well, a maximum of fifty kilograms. Her buttocks swayed slightly when he pressed them to him with his palm, holding them, and her limply hanging arms swayed from side to side in time with his steps up the rungs of the iron stairs leading to the dark attic.
nThe kingdom of flying pigeons and dust was cut through by thin blades of rays of light, here and there squeezing into the twilight of the attic through cracks in the roof. He threw it onto the sharp small pieces of slag that covered this entire huge attic. She spread her arms limply, her blond hair scattered in the dust, and her light dress rode up high, exposing her slender legs. She lay and cried, not looking at Oleg, and sniffled funny with the blood still oozing from her nose. He walked up to her, sat down on one knee and, bending down, licked the blood. With his tongue he felt the salty taste of blood and the smoothness of her lips and nose. She shuddered and screamed again:
– Don’t touch me! Don’t touch! - and tried to jump up.
He was already very excited by this moment, he felt his penis breaking out of his tight shorts and jeans. Grabbing both hands that were pushing him away, he leaned on her with all his weight, once again feeling the strength and flexibility of the girl, and hit her in the face with his head.
– Shut up, bitch! – Oleg said ominously.
She squealed and fell silent, and the blood that had stopped flowed again in a thin stream from her nose, now making its way to her ear.
– You will speak when I give you permission. Clear? You will only do what I tell you. Otherwise, I’ll cut off her ear,” he quickly took out a knife from his back pocket, opened it and, pulling her ear back, made a small incision.
Her face wrinkled in pain, she moaned, holding back a scream with incredible efforts, and wet herself. The urine hit the slag loudly, flowing out of the girls’ thin swimsuits that were soaked through. Oleg laughed, stood up from her and, pulling with force, tore them apart. Now the urine from the wet swimming trunks was flowing down his hand and onto her dress. He raised his hand with his wet swimming trunks to her face.
She didn’t even try to dodge the streams flowing onto her. She just closed her eyes and quietly howled, either from pain or from shame. Oleg threw his swimming trunks aside, rose to his feet and began, looking into her face, to slowly unbutton his jeans. He took them off, pulled out his penis, swollen to the limit, and sat on her chest.
“Suck it,” he said.
She looked at her in horror him:
– Please don’t. I haven’t had anyone yet.
He lifted her head by the back of her head, brought his penis to her lips and poached it imperiously. The girl’s soft coral lips slowly parted and accepted the giant Oleg. He groaned with pleasure and began to literally pull her head onto himself, penetrating deeper and deeper into her throat. At first, smacking sounds were heard, then a muffled grunt, she rested her hands on the hairy legs of the man who was raping her face, trying to push him away from her.
Oleg pulled his penis out of her mouth for a moment, she managed to take a couple of gulps of air, and stuck it in again him deep into her throat. Moving it inside, he felt how she tensed, trying to push him out with her tongue, but giving him even more pleasure. After about two minutes, Oleg felt the approach of the highest point of his pleasure. He grabbed her head with both hands and forcefully pushed her onto his penis so that it seemed to him as if he had reached her stomach with the head of his penis. Oh shit! He hadn’t experienced this for a long time. His body was shaken, it seemed, to the very last cell, shaken by a universal wave of orgasm. He didn’t scream, he screamed with delight.
Semen sprayed like a fountain deep into the girl’s throat. She began to moan desperately, pounding his bare legs with her palms, but she had no choice but to swallow a huge portion of sperm so as not to choke. She swallowed quickly and noisily, like a thirsty person drinks, desperately trying to inhale some air through her nose. Oleg pulled out his organ, which had begun to go limp, out of her and rose to his feet only after he was sure that everything had been swallowed without a trace.
The girl dropped her head and, bent double, began coughing, trying to catch her breath. She vomited sperm onto the slag, right in front of her own face. Finally, she calmed down, breathing heavily, lying on her side. Thin streams of Oleg’s sperm flowed from her mouth and nostrils, mixed with blood. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, settling on her stomach as if on a bench.
– Well, bitch, did you like it? – he asked, taking a deep drag. – Shall we repeat it later?
She was silent, looking up with some distant gaze. Oleg was familiar with this look. He knew that she was completely broken, she would now do whatever he said.
– What’s your name?
– Dasha,– barely the girl answered audibly.
Oleg grabbed Dasha’s breasts through the material of the once clean dress and squeezed forcefully. Dasha wrinkled her face, groaned a little, but no longer screamed, only tears ran in streams from her eyes that saw nothing. He let go of his chest, grabbed the collar of his dress and pulled it sharply towards himself. Dasha jerked after the dress and probably would have even gotten to her feet if he hadn’t been sitting on her. And so she rose a little, hit him and fell back, and the material was torn in two with a crash, revealing a pair of wonderful girlish breasts that had not yet passed the stage of formation.
He bent down and grabbed the pink elongated nipple with his lips - it tasted sweetish, it reeked of purity. Then, with all his strength, he bit. His mouth immediately filled with blood, the half-bitten nipple dangling on his tongue. Dasha desperately bucked under him and screamed. He stood up, stepped on both her hands at the elbows, leaned over and stubbed out his cigarette on the other nipple. There was a smell of burning meat, the tender skin instantly turned black and then turned into a foul-smelling ulcer. The girl twitched under him and lost consciousness.
He, standing on her scratched, dented hands, began to urinate on top of her angelic face. Either from the urine itself, or from its smell, after a while the girl began to show signs of life, moaned and began to spit, shaking her wet head from side to side. Oleg felt how his strength was returning to him, how his large organ was beginning to fill with steel, it even seemed like he was breathing and with each breath it was getting bigger and bigger.
He grabbed Dasha by the wet hair , jerked her up onto her wobbly legs and tore the remains of her dress off her body. Then he put the unconscious girl on her knees, revealing the most secluded corners of her body, slightly shaded by the blond hairs that had just emerged. With his index finger, he opened her lips - I didn’t lie, she was still virgin, then he began to attach his erect member to the small dry pink slit. With great difficulty, millimeter by millimeter, he squeezed into Dasha, perhaps causing himself more pain than her.
The hymen burst, as it seemed to him, with a loud smack, blood dripped, stubbornly lubricating organ moving forward. Oleg felt Dasha’s hot cave, he even felt the beating of her heart through his member, tightly wrapped around the heavenly slit. Now it has already rested against the uterus, and the third part of Oleg’s organ is still outside. He tensed up and entered completely, right up to the balls. Dasha moaned in pain, a long thread of glistening saliva stretched down from her mouth, her half-bitten nipple dangled from side to side, splashing a thin stream of blood.
Oleg began to move his penis inside the girl’s body. Oh, what a feeling this is! The virgin you just uncorked sticks out on the penis that deprived her of honor, and the hands of the rapist push her hot, narrow and sweet cave onto the sinful organ with each return movement deeper and deeper. Oleg finished with the thought that his body and soul, if he had a soul, were now counting the heavens, starting from the first to the seventh, and, having reached the last, lay on him in bliss.
It seemed to pour out of him , about three liters of sperm, because he came and came inside Dasha, and could not stop. When reality returned to him, he saw Dasha in front of him, raising her virgin ass high, but lying with her chest and head on the dirty floor. He himself leaned all his weight onto the girl’s back, and his penis, limp and smaller, was still squeezed by the tender walls of Dasha’s vagina. From this one thought, Oleg felt that his strength was returning to him. “Am I really becoming a giant? - he thought, already feeling a very strong desire - Or was it just some kind of whore that got caught? voice. Oleg pulled out the already fairly swollen organ and moved back a little, assessing the position. A beautiful naked girl was kneeling in front of him, completely in his power, revealing to him all her innocent charms, albeit yielding to force, but this made her even sweeter. The abused vagina with streaks of blood from the torn hymen stood out as a pink spot, and next to it, a little higher, a tiny brownish spot of the anus.
- Well, beauty, next call? – Oleg asked.
In response, Dasha mumbled something inaudibly, without lifting her head from the slag mixed with pigeon droppings. He collected the saliva, spat directly on the dark spot of her anus and carefully began to rub it with his finger. She felt that a new test was beginning for her exhausted body, and tried to fall on her side. Oleg immediately forcefully pushed his finger into the anus to its full length. Dasha screamed loudly and jerked forward, trying to jump off the object that was causing incredible pain, but it sharply pulled her body towards itself, bringing it to its original position. Oh, how tight and warm it was inside her! The ancients said that a woman is a jar of bliss. How right they were! Her butt, like the neck of a narrow vessel, with enormous
resistance allowed Oleg’s finger into it. And what was there to say about the considerable size of the penis? His organ literally swelled before our eyes at this thought, excited to the limit and resembling a modest-sized melon with a head in the shape of an RGD grenade.
– I ask you, don’t, I ask you, don’t do this , no,” Dasha almost whispered as he lined up with the tiny hole.
Taking aim, he paused, preparing for the invasion and listening to the trembling of her body, desperately awaiting continuation, and moved to attack . He literally tore everything in his path, blood flowed in a thin stream over Dasha’s buttocks, staining his hairy legs. The girl twitched a couple of times, howled in doom and for the umpteenth time during this time she lost consciousness from pain.
Oleg raped the unconscious body, but how beautiful it was! Silky skin, long brown hair and a narrow, virgin ass, which he impaled on his big club. A wave of wild ecstasy arose somewhere deep inside him. In a matter of moments, she turned into a gigantic wave of pleasure that overwhelmed his entire being. He felt that this wave could tear him into pieces, splashing out of him in a stream of frantic force into the raped insides of Dasha, who had finally lost her virginity.
Oleg rose from the girl’s unconscious body, crushed into slag, and, slowly, began to put himself in order. Having lit a cigarette, he looked through the contents of Dasha’s purse. Yeah, five hundred. Another two hundred, not bad. “Well, it’s a fee,” he laughed quietly. Having finished smoking, he approached the girl, pulled off her gold earrings and a gold ring with a stone. She lay in the same way, pressing her face, chest and stomach into the dirty concrete floor of the attic, and blood with light streaks of sperm was already just oozing out of both lower holes. Her anus now looked quite wide.
“It will be convenient to fuck someone,” Oleg said and put out his cigarette on her buttock. Dasha didn’t even move. “Well, this is a keepsake for you,” thought Oleg and headed towards the stairs from the attic, putting the proceeds into his pockets as he went.
“Now we need to get to the station, and leave today Lisok to Voronezh, to new pleasant meetings,” he grinned.
SSR. December 20, 2011
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Alinka
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Alinka, That’s it, I came 5 times myself, while he tore her... The cue was small and removed, and his penis, still without hair, stuck out powerfully. Well, a kid about 13-14 years old... She was already squeaking under him, apparently she was still intact. At some point she wanted to break out in a fit of ecstasy, but he came inside her.
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I was a student. It was some kind of holiday. There were about 6 of us. We were drinking in nature. As a result, I woke up naked at night and there was no one. And there were no clothes. I got home naked. Well, at least it’s not far, and there weren’t any people around at 3 o’clock
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Well, what kind of TEMPTER am I?! And a DEMON too?! Just a humble admirer of your tender charms...
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