trying to take her out of myself. Sobbing from pain and lust, she struggled, impaled on his fingers like a fish on a hook, and Rafu silently crushed her vagina until it stretched it all the way. Ayame’s legs and Rafu’s hand dripped, dripping onto the floor, thick blood.

Then he laid Ayame in, and for the first time her bosom received a greedy, hungry guest. Ayame screamed and cried, but not from pain, but from an excess of impressions, from desire, and from the fact that a foreign body first penetrated her heart. It crushed her, rooted to her, breathed her lungs, throbbed with her heart, and Ayame did not understand how this could be ...

Rafu brought her to the cramps of lust, forcing her to beat her head against the floor, and only then poured her seed into her. After that, he covered Ayame with her blood from head to toe, scribbled hieroglyphs on her forehead, back and abdomen, and led him to the sea, where he thoroughly washed her in the golden sunset surf.

By sunset, Ayame slept soundly on a soft futon, wiped dry, dressed in warm woolen clothes, warmed, exhausted by the first intercourse in life, while Rafu sat beside her and admired her face.

***

Thus began the new life of Ayame. Very soon, she realized that her husband Rafu was kind and not at all terrible, despite the impassive appearance. He talked so fascinating about the sea, so carefully wrapped her up in the wind, so sweetly caressed her womb and nipples that Ayame quickly fell in love with him and on the fourth day embraced her as her father and older brothers.

Of course she was homesick. But Rafu promised to bring her to his parents on syubunnohi, midorinohi and other holidays; In addition, the new impressions overwhelmed Ayame so much that they almost ousted life in the village from her memory.

The main ones were carnal pleasures and the sea.

The sea struck her more than anything else in life. She was ready to wander for hours on the edge of the surf, listen to the seagulls and peer into the distance, which has no second end, in order to understand how it can be.

Rafu taught her to swim, but did not order him to swim further than the feral edisugusuri (peonies) blooming behind the hut would be seen, and Ayame listened to him as her father and mother listened.

He often accompanied her in walks and swims, talking about the wonders of the sea, and in the silhouettes of the waves she saw octopuses, squids, sharks and other sea monsters. Ayame saw them dead when Rafu sailed with a catch. Especially scared her octopus, like giant spiders. She never saw other anglers, and therefore never thought about why Rafu does not smell like fish.

Sometimes she saw the silhouette of a boy on a boat. Rafu said that this was his assistant, but flatly refused to introduce him to Ayame. She asked him to take him to the sea many times, but even then he was adamant and eventually forbade her to even talk about it. She loved Rafa, did not want to upset him, and therefore no longer repeated her requests.

Rafu's daily routine was strange. (Especially for eroticspace.info - sexitals.org) He could have gone to sea at any time of the day, without any pattern, but he had never been absent longer than day or night, and never left Ayame to fall asleep alone. Sometimes, when Ayame for some reason woke up at night, she heard Rafu breathing next to her sleeping on a nearby futon, and sometimes she did not, and then she knew that she would meet him in the morning on a boat laden with fish. She was always exactly as much as they needed to eat.

Besides Rafu, Ayame did not see anyone. The nearest village was two ri * from them. Sometimes covered wagons passed along the shore. For some reason, they all folded long before Rafu’s hut and drove around it along an uncomfortable bumpy road, so overgrown that it was as difficult to walk along it as it was on grass.

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* About 8 km. - approx. auth.

Only once did Ayame meet on the shore of a passerby. It was an old man who, it seemed to her, appeared straight out of the sand. However, his clothes were clean, and Ayame thought: “it is so yellow that it merges with the shore from a distance”.

- Who are you? - asked the old man when he caught up with her.

“Ayame, Rafu-sama's wife,” Ayame bowed to him, wincing at the wind that pricked her eyes with sand.

- Wife Rafu? Ha ha ha! - the old man burst out laughing. - And where is your husband?

- He is at sea, Sensei.

“Why didn't you go with him?”

- He does not allow, Sensei.

- Ha ha ha! Don't you want to see what he does there?

- I already know, Sensei. Fish catches.

- What is he catching her, huh? Than?

Ayame was silent. She remembered that she had never seen any networks with Rafu.

“I don't know,” she finally said. - Just catches it.

- Ha! Or maybe you want to see how he does it?

- But how? He forbade me ...

- But no one forbade you to swim, right?

- Yes, but he is too far into the sea. I can not swim.

- Far away, you say? Take a look! - Ayame turned and shuddered when she saw Rafu's boat very close.

The sail was lowered: apparently, Rafu fished.

- But he does not allow me to swim further than the red edisugusuri are visible ...

- His boat is closer. You can safely swim.

- No, she's on.

- Nearer!

- Farther!

- Nearer! Swim and check!

- But ...

- If it goes on - no one bothers you to turn back.

"But surely," Ayame thought. She was excited. For some reason, she really wanted to see what Rafa was doing at sea, even though she had no idea what she could see there. She was so impatient that, having forgotten about shame, she threw off her clothes right under the old man and ran into the waves.

Some kind of seagull was hovering over her, touching her wings, but Ayame did not pay attention to her. Every three breaths, she looked back. The old man disappeared somewhere, but she did not notice this, looking at the red edisugusuri. The flowers blazed brightly like flames, and Ayame, reassured, floated further.

Soon she became tired. The Rafu boat was still as far away, but the edisugusuri shone brightly like real fire, and Ayame sailed on. Why am I so weak? She thought.

At some point, Ayame felt that she had absolutely no strength. Waves flooded her head, and she barely had time to breathe. “But I swam quite a bit,” she thought, “the edisugusuri can be seen clearly ...”

Suddenly Ayame realized that their hut had become quite small, from the ant, and Edisugusuri, which were filled with fat points, should have been almost three times as large as her.

"How can this be?" Thought Ayame, struggling with the waves with her last strength. Rafu boat was still far away ...

- Rafuuuuuuu! - called Ayame, splashing out all the forces in the cry.

There was not a grain left to fight, and heavy waves closed over her head, sucking Ayame into the blue darkness ...

***

“What did your father do to you when you disobeyed him?”

- He punished me.

- How did he punish you?

- He beat me with a bamboo stick on the buttocks.

Ayame sat on her futon, crimson, as edisugusuri had deceived her. She woke up only here in the hut, and did not know how Rafa saved her.

Rafu, sitting opposite, was as severe as a statue.

- I'll punish you too. But not so.

She did not ask how. She was ready for any punishment - if only Rafu would forgive her.

- Get up and undress.

Rafa tied a naked Ayame to shëi *, crucified her legs, and began to excite her.

He kissed her nipples, caressed her body and massaged her sticky bosom, but so that the most sensitive point, nyvshaya from voluptuousness, remained untouched.

Initially, Ayame blissfully closed her eyes, then moaned and wheezed, then cried as she sat down ... Read more →