This is a real incident. However, it is rather difficult to call this an incident - it is violence, and I myself acted as a rapist. This is how it happened.

I live in Ivanovo, this is such a city - the regional center of the Ivanovo region of Russia. The city of brides and textile edge. Our city is rather nondescript: gloomy gray buildings, dirty streets and even a newly installed huge screen on one of the central squares did not improve its appearance. This screen is installed on Pushkin Square (as it is called) - the main place in the city, where young people rest and spend time. Rest, in general, is nowhere else.

On Pushkin Square, in the common people "Cannon", there is a huge fountain in the whole area. Of course, it does not work, but on its sides all the idle and inescapable youth of the glorious and ebony city are conveniently located. Everyone drinks beer. Everything. Literally. Boys and girls, very children and older. With glasses and without.

Beer is a kind of drink: I want to write from it. And toilets, of course, no. This is normal in Russia. No and no. Ssy where necessary. There is some tiny booth - a paid toilet, but it cannot cope with a powerful flow of people who want to pee. In the immediate vicinity of Pushkin Square there is a small grove: a dozen or four trees grow on the hill and under it. The close proximity to the place of drinking beer predetermined the grove function - a public restroom. Both boys and girls are writing there; in general, a different audience. There it all happened.

I remind you - I am not a writer and not an inventor. Everything I write about is true, and it happened on June 21, 2005 in Ivanovo, as I already said.

It was Friday, the last working day of the week. As always, for relaxation, I drink beer together with the rest of the population on Fridays. “With the rest of the population” - loudly said, I am a closed-minded person and do not like to communicate. I just drink beer alone. That evening I drank a couple of cans, got drunk and went to the “Cannon” - get some fresh air and gawk at the youth.

Having come to the “Cannon” and pouring myself a couple more cans of “Baltic”, I wanted to pee in the toilet. I naturally went to the woods, not thinking, however, about anything bad. Going into the woods and not really looking around, I walked over to a thick tree, pulled out the device and began to write. Hop mutil my mind, consciousness, as it were stratified, there was no clarity. It was already getting dark, but for Ivanov the time was childish - around 10 pm. In the grove and in the afternoon it is not particularly light, but at ten in the evening it is even darker. Around me were heard girlish voices; they were heard more quietly and louder and it was possible to understand that their owners were not too sober. Suddenly a pretty and almost sober girl came up to the place where I stood. She was dressed in a narrow skirt to the knees. Her legs were slim. Stopping two steps from me and glancing at me (something vicious was in her eyes, a desire to pose, apparently), she turned her back on me (or rather, protruding ass) and slowly began to lift her skirt clearly posing. Lifting her skirt and showing me white panties (athletes wore such panties in Soviet films), she slowly took them off and sat down right here with her ass for me. At first I wanted to be embarrassed and quickly leave. But then the thought occurred to me - if she had enough audacity to behave this way, then why shouldn't I have enough audacity to spy on her. Especially since she clearly liked it (I am a prominent boy, with long hair). She was obviously drunker than she seemed. Squatting with her skirt up and her panties pulled down, her legs spread wide - she began to urinate. A stormy jet flowed from it to the ground near and by, and I stood beside and frankly looked straight at her crotch! Her two holes - bottom pipka and top ass - looked great. A trickle was beyond praise!

I was excited to the extreme.Any touch to the member would cause my orgasm (for some reason, the salutary thought was to pioneer, for some reason it did not occur to me). I realized - another minute and her rape, no matter what. She apparently hoped so too. But I “braked” and the moment was missed. She also slowly, without wiping her pussy, pulled on her panties, lowered her skirt and, sneaking a glance at me, left the wood.

I felt terrible. Wild excitement did not pass. I had to finish and it must be something supernatural and should be right now, this minute!

I had to fuck someone. Here and now. My mind has become a violent cybernetic machine. My head was spinning: "She must be drunk, she should be like the one I just saw, she should be wearing a skirt." I stood behind a thick tree and began to watch the girls that came, wrote and left. Peeping over young pips, butts, legs, and flowing streams not only did not lessen my lust, but also added fuel to the fire. But all the girls needed was not - either too sober, or they came to urinate in pairs, or they were in trousers.

Gradually quite dark. People became less. I looked at the clock - half past one in the night! I stood here for more than two hours! And suddenly I saw a girl. She was approaching, almost staggering, although it was evident that she drank. I looked at her from behind the trees, not looking up. Here she passed three meters away from me, not noticing anything suspicious. I saw it in every detail: medium height, about 16-17 years old, large breasts and a small (but not flat) ass. She was wearing a yellow tight-fitting shirt and a short (even shorter than the first one) skirt.

She did not hurry. Passed by me and sat down five meters under a tree. I looked around. No one was near: neither lonely drunk figures, nor companies that came to ease. We were alone. She lifted her skirt, quickly took off her white panties, and sat down ... I was trembling. Something incomprehensible seized me. They say - "Bes moved." This is exactly how it was.

I crept up to her. Fortunately for me, she was quite drunk and did not notice a rustle. I came close to her and stood behind. There was still the gentle murmur of a stream under it. I walked over to her and sharply pressed her hand over her mouth. (Yes, I completely forgot to say - in my pocket I had a short but powerful Finnish knife, I bought it on the occasion ...)

- Do not yell, bitch, stabbed! "- whispered and quietly, but impressively.

For persuasiveness, he put a knife to her throat.

“Stand up, do not yell, slowly go up to the tree and stoop, I'll fuck you and let you go!” I whispered to her commands.

She was seriously scared. From horror she could not say a word. Slowly getting up, she walked over to a thick old tree and leaned over, pulling out a beautiful ass with an experienced gesture. It can be seen, this bitch often spent time in a similar way. I did not hurry. Having gently parted her teenage buttocks, slowly began to lick her the area around the anus and insert the tongue directly into the anus. I do not want to seem poetic, but her crotch smelled ... of youth. It was a mixture of the smell of child sweat, the smell of excitement, the smell of her laundry, the smell of healthy skin, the smell of fresh urine from a healthy girl ... I ran my tongue over her pipka. She shuddered. I continued my actions. She gradually relaxed, spread her legs, as far as her position allowed her, and groaned ... from pleasure. I licked all her urine, all her smell ...

It lasted about ten minutes, maybe more. Then I stood up abruptly, and with a rough, but at the same time skillful movement I shoved her in the ass. She screamed, but it was an over-thrill rather than a cry of pain. She was on top of bliss. I began to move, and abruptly, forcing a member into it to the very bottom. She moaned. Without taking the member out of her, I bent and kissed her on the lips ... passionately. She answered me, and we kissed like that for a few minutes. I think those were the best moments in her life.

Sensing the approach of an orgasm, I abruptly pulled out a member (he was all smeared in shit, which brought me even more) and with a cry

- In your mouth, take it in your mouth !!! - sent it straight into her mouth.

She understood and did not resist.On the contrary, she with wild greed put her smeared cock into her mouth, swallowing it almost entirely and began to suck it with a wild expression on her face, working with her lips, tongue and tender fingers. I finished right in her mouth, she, after drinking all the sperm (mixed with her own shit), began to still jerk a member, trying to squeeze a little more out of it ... Squeezing everything under the rest, she drank, got up (still naked, she did not refuel) and we started kissing and kissing for a long time.

And I, and she sobered up. She looked at me with admiration. In her understanding, it was not even rape, but a kind of dating.

“You are the best,” she whispered, “but they are waiting for me ... Here is my phone.”

She pulled out a small homemade business card from the pocket on the skirt.

“Call,” she said. And added - Required!

This is the real story that happened to me in the city of brides.