it was amazing to me - because I raped her. It is clear that if a man is tugging on his penis, sooner or later he will still get excited and come to an end, regardless of his desire, but women are another matter, I thought ... Then I still did not understand that women's nature is actually not enough in this sense distinguishable from the male. It was a discovery for me that you can do the same with women, and I realized that this forced excitement for Inga Vladilenovna is extremely painful. That was more pleasant for me.

After a minute and a half I decided to take up the lower half of her body and moved closer to her spread legs. Putting my hand on her left knee, I leaned over my left foot, with my other hand I played a little with my fingers, with my nails covered with silver varnish. I kissed the inner surface of the foot, then my lips, bypassing the rope on her ankle, moved upwards, along the shin, towards the knee, and then along the inner surface of the thigh, and stopped a few centimeters from the strap of her panties in the fold between the thigh and the perineum.

Inga Vladilenovna was silent all this time, only breathing unevenly and intermittently. Then I noticed that between her legs a wet stain spread on her underpants, and I felt a strange, slightly tart smell coming from him that did not resemble the smell of urine and was quite pleasant. I touched this spot with my finger and felt how the body of a woman had stiffened and I heard her jerking her hands and clanking at the same time with handcuffs. Then I pressed my finger a little harder and at the same time moved them up to the pubis, and Inga screamed, and then her scream turned into a puffy moan: “Ay-a-a-oh-oh-oh.” I began to gently massage this place through a thin cloth. Inga groaned louder: “Nah, well, not na-ah-ado, not ... Ah-ah-ah. Ay Oh, oh, oh ... ”The muscles in her legs tightened, she tried to move her hips, but the strong ropes did not allow her to do this.

I slightly relaxed the pressure, and then Ingi's basin leaned behind my hand, as if she did not want me to stop.

“You like it,” I said.

- No, no, I don't want ...

- You do not want this, but you are pleased. Well, let's continue ...

“No, stop-aaaaah !,” exclaimed Inga Vladilenovna, when I pressed my finger on her clit again (and I already knew that it was him who was teasing me). Then, with scissors, I cut both thin side straps of the underpants and easily ripped them off. Initially, I had the idea to shut their mouth with them, as if with a gag (I did not invent it myself, but saw it in the film), but then I decided that it gave me additional pleasure to listen to her moans, and just threw them on the floor.

Her crotch appeared before me. Inga, apparently, had a habit of shaving his hair, but they managed to grow a little, covering the pubis and large lips with a short bristle. The small pink lips were covered with flowing moisture and slightly apart, opening up a darkening slit. With my index finger, I gently pushed up a thin, moist skin (Inga groaned at the same time), from above, where small sponges converged, and I saw a small and wet red pipochka - clitoris.

I poklyunyavil forefinger and began gently and gently pulling the clitoris, and the two fingers of the other hand stuck in the vagina and began to move them back and forth, feeling the wet hot folds.

“Mmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?” Inga moaned, wriggling her whole body. She constantly bent and unbend her spread legs at the knees (as far as the ropes would allow), crawling her bare heels on the bed; her toes were also bent, gathering the sheet in folds. Mucous fluid flowed abundantly along my hands and dripped onto the sheet between her legs.

I pulled off my jersey and leotard, loosening my stiffened member (for convenience, I did not specifically put on my underpants) climbed onto the bed and lay down on Inga Vladilenovna from above. With my hands, I stroked her thighs, buttocks, and with the head of the penis I felt prickly hair on her pubic hair.Then I took the penis with my hand and groped him in the vagina - at first shallow, watching the expression on her face. Inga closed her eyes and stiffened. I introduced a member a little deeper. Inga let out an intermittent sigh, like a sob. Then, with a sharp push, I tried to plant it as deeply as possible, and, feeling that my body was in a hot, cramped and wet container that favorably differed from my fist, rhythmically moved my pelvis. Inga hoarsely moaned to the beat of my movements.

“I can't believe, I thought. I fuck a woman who is three times older than me, I am raping her. ” And he continued to move harder and faster. I squeezed her buttocks with my hands, and then, putting my left hand between our bodies, I began to torture Ingin fiercely at the chest ... Inga's vagina made distinct squish sounds. She was moaning no longer in the rhythm of my movements, but continuously. Then she screamed sharply, shuddered, and I realized that she had finished. Literally in half a minute she finished again, but I, in spite of extreme excitement, could not do it. I grabbed her ass, my knees, squeezed her breasts, but all could not reach orgasm. I was out of breath, with sweat flowing from me like a hail, however I continued to fuck Inga Vladilenovna persistently. I turned my head, and my eyes fell on the furniture wall. In its polished surface, I saw a vague reflection: a naked woman bound hand and foot, raped by a naked thin teenager. And unexpectedly, at the sight of this picture, I literally finished in a couple of seconds, throwing a rich sticky stream of sperm inside the Ingino body.

After that, I just lay on it, without removing the penis, which was gradually losing hardness, from its expiring vaginal juices. The clock on the wall showed 15-40, and Inga Vladilenovna was at my full disposal for at least another five hours. My dick began to rise again inside her body, and I again pushed my pelvis ...

In short, without getting off Inga Vladilenovna, I “plowed” it until half past four, having finished two more times. And then he played for a long time with her: jerking off her clit, pulling on her nipples and pinching them with clothespins, putting her fingers into her vagina ... Periodically, I climbed over and fucked her again, but, not allowing myself to finish, get down and continued entertainment, supporting himself in arousal, finally bringing the woman (and himself) to the point of exhaustion.

The last time I fucked her at half past nine and, having finished her pubis (sperm was quite a bit, I completely squeezed myself), untied her legs, and then undid the handcuffs. I was afraid that she would rush at me, but this did not happen. Without looking at me, Inga Vladilenovna wore her cut skirt, button-down blouse; she wore sandals, took her purse in the hallway and swayed out of the apartment. I watched through the window as she slowly went to her car (she got the “penny” after the divorce), gets behind the wheel and drives away.

I destroyed all traces of the incident - I hid the handcuffs, threw out Inga Vladilenovna’s rugged underwear and ropes, collected torn off buttons. Replaced the sheet, crumpled and damp with sweat and Ingy secretions. I expected the consequences with fear.

Then came the parents. They noticed that I was not in my head, but I told them that I had a fight and showed a broken lip ... To my mother’s question about Inge Vladilenovna, I answered that she came at three o'clock and immediately left.

Three days later I ran into her, entering into my porch. I decided that she was going to tell everything to her parents, but she, looking to the side, spoke.

- I will not tell anyone. I feel sorry for you and your parents. I ask you not to tell anyone either ...

Something seemed strange to her in her tone, some kind of insecurity. And then (I do not know who pulled my tongue), I replied:

- Your conditions do not suit me. I liked to fuck you. And I want to fuck you more. Otherwise, I will tell your daughter everything.

- Not...

- And so that she would believe, I will show her your panties. I'll tell you how to tear you and how you ended.

- No, I beg you, do not ... - Inga’s eyes filled with tears. - I will do everything you want. Come to my home at five o'clock.Asi just will not ...

That's how I got a slave. I fucked her quite often, doing everything I wanted with her. She did not tell anyone about the rape, of course, because I had her hundreds of times after her consent, albeit formal. As you can see, I did not keep my word and tell this story in twelve years.