Once, at a party about some holiday, I sat up at one friend. It was crowded, most of the guests I saw for the first time, and when I was introduced to new people, I quickly forgot their names. It so happened that the conversation turned to a girl who, for some reason, was unfairly ignored. A friend told me:

- See that redhead over there. What do you think?

- Beauty. Is she alone?

- Shy very. By the way, they say, just to your taste ... Well, you understand, he loves when he is more rude with her. Do you want to meet? Instantly arrange.

- Come on.

He led me to her, called my name, then her (to his shame, I immediately forgot it) and left us alone. I decided to act without delay:

- It's stuffy here. Take a walk?

- What? - she was surprised.

- Come on, I say! - I grabbed her hand and led her away from the apartment.

She resisted sluggishly. I took her out and dragged her across the street to my home, asking idiotic questions along the way about where she was studying, where she lived and all other similar nonsense. She answered in monosyllables or kept silent, without ceasing, however, her attempts to free her little tender hand from my dead hand. I did not yield. With force I dragged her to my apartment. She began to quietly scream and call for help. I shut the front door. Now it was clear that she was really scared. She looked around in fright, and when I, taking a bandage from a closet, began to approach her, she squealed loudly. He pushed her onto the bed, crushed it with his weight and covered her mouth with one hand. The second I unwound the bandage and twisted it into a bundle. She bit my palm painfully, I straightened it and immediately tied this braid around my head, so that he got into her mouth and firmly tied it on the back of her head. She could not scream anymore.

I tied her hands to the headboard and spread my legs so wide, so that the long heels of the shoes almost touched the floor on both sides of the bed. I took off her shoes and kissed her toes. For this, I got a crush on my teeth, but I continued to tickle her heel for some time. Tying her legs tighter to the legs of the bed, I pulled the bandages so tightly that the girl started mooing with double strength through the bandage. I got up from the floor and hit her face with a backhand, she shut up and tears flowed from her eyes. She was still dressed, it did not occur to me to undress her before that. I moved away a bit and looked at the results of my work: I liked it.

The girl was very pretty face, and her figure just drove me crazy: raised hands clearly forced to rise up her chest, she breathed in fright and they rose and fell - it was very beautiful. Her young nipples clearly appeared through a thin white T-shirt, showing the absence of her bra, and the T-shirt, previously tucked into jeans, very eroticly rode up, revealing a thin waist and delicious navel. I gently ran my hand over her stomach. She barely noticeably started and looked anxiously into my eyes. Jeans, and so slender legs fitting her, in the place where they turn into something else, stretched so that along the contour it became possible to distinguish panties.

Turning away, I left the room and went for a knife. It was not possible to take off her clothes without loosening it - I did not want to risk it at all. It did not occur to me to use the scissors, because the knife is dangerous, and therefore exciting. I went back to the girl and ran the back of the knife down her neck. She twitched (as far as bound hands and feet allowed) and looked at me imploringly. I grinned and asked:

- You will not scream? I want to untie your mouth. Will you be a good girl?

She nodded. Already with the point I put a knife to her throat and with my other hand I untied her mouth. She was silent and frightened looking at me. I touched my lips to the spot of the improvised gag that was in her mouth. The fabric was cool and wet. I ran the tongue over the lips of the girl.She did not respond. I removed the knife:

- Well, that's nice.

- What are you going to do? - her voice visibly trembled.

- What do you think? ... I will love.

For a while we were silent. I came to my senses and began to gradually cut her clothes. She stared at the knife and swallowed. But she was silent. First, I cut a T-shirt in the middle. Gorgeous young breasts opened, I kissed them and ran my hands along her body - from the waist to the armpits. Then I started long and without stopping to knead, stroke and kiss her breasts, tighten her nipples and lick them. Then I ran my palm along the inside of her thighs and (through jeans) at the entrance to her silk. At first she whispered:

- Do not, do not, it hurts me ... Please do not ...

Then she fell silent, and after a few minutes, nature took its toll: she was already frankly moaning, and her jeans were moistened and with a dark speck came through the layer of fabric to give her young juice. I saw that it was already time, and starting from the floor, I began to cut the leg of her jeans closest to me. Some difficulties lurked in my knee area, and I cut her leg a little before overcoming this obstacle. She screamed a little. I kissed the cut and licked her blood. She was hot and a little sweet. I licked the cut again, but the blood still blew out a little. I started working with a knife further more carefully and reached the beginning of the pant leg. The tip of the knife buried its hot silk. She screamed again. I unzipped her jeans and tore them to the point of incision.

Slightly lowering them on the second leg, I tore off her panties and ran his hand over the sharpened vagina. Then again and again. I inserted my finger dipped in her bowels several times. Then I folded my hand in a boat and put four fingers into its silk, up to the knuckles, then five. She moaned loudly. I tried to push my hand further, but her moans began to turn into a scream and I left this idea. I climbed onto the bed and, with my fingers apart, swollen sponges, began to pull my clit with my tongue and cubes. She moaned and screamed, twisting and moving her pelvis. Then she moaned between moans:

- Do it ... Do it, I want it! ... With a hand ...

At first the meaning of her words did not reach me, but then I understood what she meant, and, tearing myself away from the clitoris, I again tried to put my hand into her entrance. I acted carefully, then thrusting my fingers, then removing them, and finally I managed to insert my hand right up to the brush. I felt the tips of her fingers bend over the cervix of her uterus. I started to rub my fingers in her vagina and she started screaming so wildly that I really thought I had hurt her there. However, these cries were voluptuous: she repeated:

- Yes, more, more, more! ..

Then she often-often pulled her pelvis and after a minute stopped. She finished. I carefully pulled my hand out and looked at her. Her eyes shone with gratitude, her head in exhaustion on a pillow. Then I remembered my own member. Almost from the moment we entered my apartment he was in an excited state, and, resting on his pants, he was already very sick. I got rid of the clothes and sat on top of the girl, throwing one leg over her body. Kneeling, I lifted the girl's head and tried to insert a member into her mouth. It did not go further than the head, the pose was uncomfortable. Then I picked up the knife from the floor and cut the rope on her hands to unhook them from the bed. Then I lifted the girl up, went behind her and tied her hands behind her back. She did not resist.

I pushed her forward so that her tied legs were less inconvenient, and she was able to sit down steadily. Her legs were extended now very much, her knees bent just at the edges of the bed. I got up on the bed in front of her and leaned her head against my dick. She took it in her mouth and I began to drive a member in her mouth at first slowly, only with the head then the member began to penetrate the throat and began to go to the scrotum. I quickly and abundantly finished right in her thin mouth. She swallowed all the sperm and said:

- Weak.

- Not a wimp, just over-excited, - I said, already feeling the member rise again. I pushed her and she fell into her tied arms. I put a member in her crack and became fast movements "ram" her. My dick quickly swelled and enlarged. I did not slow down, she finished once, the second, and at the very approach of the third, I abruptly pulled out a member. She prayed:

- Oh please! More please!

I, having decided to take revenge on her for what she called me a weakling, had already cut the bandage on her legs. After freeing her legs, I took off what was left of my jeans and threw her on the floor, put her on my knees and bent her so that her face rested on the floor. Holding it with one hand, I entered it to wet the penis and immediately abruptly inserted the penis into her anus. She screamed and began to burst out. I caught her stomach and earned a member of her anus. Apparently, it was her first anal contact, since blood flowed from the anus and she squeezed him tightly. I said:

“Relax, and it won't hurt.”

I had to repeat it to her several times until she did it. My movements became freer, and I let go of her stomach, inserted two fingers into her wet crack and began to touch them, feeling for my cock in the anus. This put her in ecstasy and she finished a couple of times until I threw a portion of sperm into her anus. Pulling out a member, I watched as the sperm flows out of its reddened and enlarged passage, mixing along the road with blood. She lay down on her stomach and did not move, only fingered her tied hands a little. I lay down next to her and stroked her back and hair. A few minutes passed before I asked:

- Did you like it?

“Yes,” she whispered and asked, “Untie me ... Please.”

I cut the bandage in my arms, turned her onto her back, and kissed her gently. Then we lay for a long time, leaning, and looked at each other. Then I gave her some of my clothes, and she went home, I took her to the door.

Later she confessed to me that I was the first man in her life with whom she managed to reach orgasm. We began to meet often and spend such crazy nights. Now we are married, we have a son, who is already eight years old, and we create such madnesses every night, and both are happy. I'm glad everything went so well. We love each other, as probably no one in the world. I am sure it happens once in a thousand, when people like us find each other ...