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head into the uterus. It was all unpleasant. But it was even worse that those who came, unceremoniously surrounded her and saw how she was being fucked. The young guys, by the look of eighteen years old, were laughing, giving advice and discussing the appearance of a mating couple. Mityai could not stand it any longer and after a minute he filled Marina with her sperm all over her back. No sooner had he stepped to the side, as both guys were almost on distillation, pushing each other away to the vacant place.
- Che for business? - Marina screamed and squeezed her legs and buttocks with all her might.
- Uhhhh ... - One of those who arrived with displeasure, “Che, chicken ?!
- Dump in the fog ... hedgehogs ... - Acne suddenly stood up for her defense. Acne.
- Vital ... well, you che ...
- Everything. Mitka, come on crowbar drag ...
“Fuck ... give me a smoke though ...” Mitya smoked while sitting on the grass, and with a satisfied physiognomy he stroked his slowly falling organ. - Vaughn, salabony help ...
- SchA! Sec! - One of the guys rushed to the cradle, and hastily dragged scrap. - Vitaly, well, not the goats ... You see - we help.
- Come on already! - Vitaly took the scrap from his hands, and began to try on.
- Vital ... well, what are you, eh? - Do not let up teenagers. - Che, you feel sorry for the chicken?
- Get away ... - Vitaly faked iron over Marina's head.
The next moment, Marina felt that the design noticeably moved. The guys behind her were whispering furiously, but she could not make out the words. All that she cared about at that moment was the slow-moving metal, which suddenly stopped, then fell into place, reliably fixing the girl. She tried to look back, but she failed again.
In the meantime, the guys dragged Vitaly aside and whispered fiercely about something. After a couple of minutes, the whisper was silent and the whole trio approached the combine. Vitaly picked up the crowbar, squeaked on them with no visible result and ordered:
- hacksaw come on ...
The command was executed willingly and silently. After that, about five minutes in complete silence, the only sound was the creaking of the canvas.
- Mitya, your turn ...
- I'll make it. - He stretched out pretty smiling and glancing at the trio standing at the combine. - Look, give the salabonas ...
- Listen ... Marin ... - Vitaly approached her face and squatted on his haunches. - Here the help of boys is needed.
- You promised to help yourself ... - Started Marina, already knowing about the continuation.
- Well ... you see, we can’t cope ... - Vitaly pretended to shrug. - What we are going to do?
“I can't stand this way anymore.” - Marina sincerely complained, hoping for a quick deliverance, - My back hurts.
- back? - Vitaly was surprised and wondered in surprise.
- Back! Can you imagine how much I'm already standing? Or did you think, until the morning here I will ... will you?
- You are ... not hysteria ... Right now! - Vitali nodded quite, apparently finding a solution. - Lech! Go here!
- Che? - Jumped one of the young.
- Get up here. Hold her, let her rest, let her back relax, while we will cut.
- No problem! - Lech readily approached Marina, sat down, hugged her shoulders and straightened out a little, letting her lean over herself.
Marina really became much easier. And the first impulse to push away the hugging guy with a brazen smile disappeared as soon as she felt how much her back hurts. Slightly changing the position, all the muscles ached and refused to hold their own body weight. Lech stepped back and pressed against her even more tightly.- Well ... And you say. - Vitalik was pleased. - There is work at all, above the roof. Tolyan, take a hacksaw, start to cut ...
- In ... right now! Right now, we have it, quickly! - Willingly responded to the second boy. - Where to cut Vital?
- Why, here ... here. Stand aside, you will interfere ... - Vitaly confidently commanded. - Move away, I'm still one more time ...
A hacksaw creaked. Marina again felt rough hands on her ass, and in a moment she was again captured. This time Vitaly was not in a hurry, and fucked her slowly and stretched her pleasure. A couple of times he pulled out a member to hold them on the buttocks, and then again immersed him in the vagina.Moving, he slowly pulled out his body, and coming out almost to the end, he sharply drove his penis to the full depth, which made Marina strongly push Lechha on her, and she could hear a ringing slap of a naked body. Lech looked at her back with all her eyes and she felt her intermittent, excited breathing in her face. At a certain moment, he began to burn, he began to press her more and more to himself, and then openly groping her chest. But at the same time he kept her, giving rest to the numbed muscles, and Marina did not have the strength to argue. "I am like the last village whore ..." - the thought flashed through her, - "They do with me what they want. “As if in confirmation, Lech confidently climbed under the dress.
Was it possible to stop everything? Marina did not think about it. She is very tired and made no sound. She did not even notice at what point the hacksaw supposedly freeing her ceased to sound. I heard only violent slaps from hammering her dick, excited breathing behind her back and the same - in the face.
The night was intense. Even before Vitaly had finished her a second time, Lech turned around and took off her dress, without ceasing, though Marina could barely stand on her feet. Bra did not stay on it for more than a minute. And by the time Vitaly howled from the orgasm, Lech had time to thoroughly examine her breasts. Before Vitaly had time to pull out his penis, Tolyan took his place. The first time he finished pretty quickly and they swapped places with Lehoy. Lech lasted no longer than a couple of minutes, but during this time Tolyan appreciated the figure and pretty face of Marina, and being aroused again, let the girl stand on her own, unequivocally substituting her trembling member to her lips. Back pain returned with a new force, and Marina, trying to avoid her as quickly as possible, did not argue with the first blowjob of the night. What happened afterwards, she already understood weakly. Fatigue, shock, a wild desire to sleep ... everything seemed like a gray spot.
She was fucked all night. Vitaly, Tolik, Lech. Then Mitya. Then she sucked Vitali. And Leh. Or Tolyanu? And most likely both. She was fucked again. Moreover, she did not even notice how quickly she was freed from the interfering iron as soon as she ceased to resist. She only remembered that she was surprised to find herself kneeling next to the ill-fated combine harvester. And in her body one member was replaced by another. Then they put it on someone else's clothes, and while the guys drank the bottle of home-made moonshine, she almost had time to fall asleep. But not given. It was good that they didn't make you get up. She just lay on her back with her eyes closed, and at the first demand she pushed her legs apart, taking in herself greedy, hot, young and such different members. And the sweaty, smelling of moonshine, one by one lay on top, caressed her, put her legs on his shoulders, stroked her chest, body, kissed, and moved, moved, moved. Already before dawn Marina all the same fell asleep. because when I opened my eyes, I felt that I was going somewhere, curled up in the cradle of a motorcycle. With difficulty opening her eyes, she absolutely did not recognize the terrain. She then fell into slumber, then again woke up with fear. When the bike finally stopped in front of the old, shabby stop, she was surprised to find the inscription on the plate: “Tikhonovo”.In the same place, at the bus stop, where the house where her beloved husband was waiting for her, remained on the strength of about three hundred meters, she was fucked for the last time. First, putting cancer on the seat of the motorcycle, and then they sat astride Vitaly's member, who lay down right on the grass behind the stop. Marina obediently galloped on him, and looked at the edge of the house, looking in the distance, where Seryozha was sleeping now. She herself, not resisting, diligently brought the orgasm closer to her “liberator”, thinking about when she would finally get home.
Finally, the motorcycle left, and the last drop of semen flowed out of Marina. Next to the stop was a shopping bag on which lay clothes. Marina slowly put on her panties, a bra that had been carefully cleaned, washed and had time to dry on a hot summer night, a light cotton print. Shod shoes left right there and took the first step to the house. While she was dressing, Marina had already decided that she would not tell her husband anything and how she would explain everything.__________________________________________
Author's epilogue:
Greetings dear readers! I continue to publish my written stories, trying to adhere to the chronology of their appearance.
Thank you for your interest, comments, criticism and messages. I wish you all unforgettable feelings, love and joy in real life.
I want to wish that all your dreams (and not only of a sexual nature) come true, and come true (of course, as far as possible and strictly by mutual consent of the parties;))
See you soon on the pages of this site!
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cool story)
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Thank.
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Where she will meet such adventures! Cool story.
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Thanks for reading and rating.
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Thank you, super story)
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And thank you for your evaluation.
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CASE OF THE CITY AND VILLAGE ...
A citizen sandwiched by a collapsed combine harvester, on a forest road in the village, is pure symbolism. The bow of the city and the village in the literal and figurative sense, as not to recall the sculpture “Worker and Collective Farm Girl” by Vera Mukhina or the painting “Union of Earth and Water” by the Flemish painter Peter Paul Rubens from the State Hermitage Museum collection.
The combine harvested at the city plant by the ancestors of our girl and sent to the village, in order to supply the city with bread, gets tired of the long work in the village and the technical ineptitude of the mechanics' drunks; And this iron monster takes her into steel captivity. What tell me, is not the plot for the next film "Rise of the Machines".
Comic narrative betrays the fact that this piece of iron provides a girl all night long in undivided sexual slavery to the descendants who killed it, the machine operators.
Verily, your works are ridiculous, Lord ...
I will go to the far station,
Walking barefoot on the dew
Breathe Aroma Province
Give up in the forest belt ...
And the rest, the author has turned popular popular erotic pastoral.
Well, just the same, in the best traditions of eighteenth-century French literature. A bored aristocrat goes for a walk through the surrounding fields and climbs over the old cart on an abandoned road in the forest, finds herself under the rubble of a collapsed taratyka.
A hundred-year-old grandfather who gathered in the forest for a scream, turned out to be screaming for help, but being powerless in raising the beam, he hurries for help and sends the young noblewomen to rescue the young noblewoman.
He admires the philosophical approach of an elderly man to life: “... - What will happen to you? - The voice grinned at me, - And ezheli that will happen, tea will not lose you ... “Thus, hinting at the idle-dissolute way of life of city-women aristocrats.
In the end, grandfather reasonably reasoned that if you are such a fool that you are alone in the forest looking at night, then sexual abuse is the most harmless adventure that can happen to you. It is clear that the half-naked girl clamped with iron, he himself liked, but due to age, he could not take her helplessness himself, but he sent a young shift to rescue the young adventurer.
We must pay tribute, the young peyzans did not pounce on the defenseless girl with animal violence, but gave them water, supported them with conversations and honestly tried to free the collapsed tractor from captivity. And when they realized that they were alone, they couldn’t move a 300 kg item with their weight without risk to pin down a girl, then they were already sent for help. But the girl and then managed to show tactlessness and tried to foist money to her rescuers.And when offended by the best feelings, the descendants of the machine operators gave up on her hand and went for the crowbars and tools. A girl bored in iron captivity made an offer that the villagers could not refuse ...
About copulation, I will not write for a long time; but also the print dress was washed out in the nearest river and dried in the wind. So that the girl did not have a showdown with her husband ...)))
Well, the moral in this story is that if you found a motorcycle to take it by train you found it, but to meet her after turning out of the city with food and medicine for your mother is lazy or you have no time. And she has to drag along with her bags and shopping bags along the country road, the fact that she’s got all night & teenagers, and in the morning she is carefully taken to the house, there is a special sacral meaning ...)))
And in the conclusion of a fly in the ointment:
Feel free to ask what you smoke when you write ...?
A girl who is walking on heels self confidently embarks on a ten-kilometer journey along a country road is in itself an anecdotal character ... I understand to walk from the subway on the platform to the train, and from the train to the bus stop, but ten km is tin. After the first two kilometers of shoes and heels will be knocked down, and his feet in bloody calluses.
The main character and the first lover of our girlfriend are in your text, then Lech, then Vitaly, then Valery, and all this in three adjacent paragraphs on the second page. If you get confused in your characters, leave one and let him masturbate looking at the reflection in the mirror. It will be less erotic, but much more realistic.
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Cuckold to the plot, right?) Well, okay. The names of the characters look. Perhaps really messed up something. I will not remember the story for more than two years. And the rest: studs, motorcycle, meet, bags ... I do not even see any reason to justify myself. Here I wrote as I wrote. In life, by the way, this does not happen.
About smoking - I do not smoke and do not advise everyone. And your remark as a whole: well, thanks for reading, for spending your time on such a detailed and angry comment.
Writing noticeably competently. There are many reviews, and it is not surprising that everything is in a similar “wrathful” way. And publications - zero. Account fake? To just pour the tar? Are you so angry at all?
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Solid 8! Thank!
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Thank you.
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Good story, I liked the description of sensations and dramatic moments.
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Glad you liked it.
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The beginning was intriguing - and it was expected that the city fool would come across a couple of local tractor drivers who would teach it to the village, that is, to natural animal sex! But in the second half I went full thrash, with a bunch of dialogues. As Anfisa essentially wrote, this event can only be perceived as a figurative meeting of the city and the village, otherwise getting stuck in a tractor and fucking all night the whole collective farm is unpleasant and not interesting to read. I also think it will be difficult to hide such plurality, and I did not understand how she is going to “not tell her husband” that ?! And in the end it causes bewilderment that the husband is not that he did not go to meet his cutie, but sleeps quietly at home, and does not look for the missing wife.
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Tractor drivers ... I already had this in the story "The Wild Field." I can not stand to repeat. For me, every story is an opportunity to tell a completely new story. In this genre, it is difficult: everywhere there is sex, and he, as everyone understands, is the same in principle. Therefore, one has to look for diversity in another - in the place, circumstances, heroes and dialogues.
I hope that clearly explained his position. And to you, in any case, thanks for your interest and indifference to the comments.
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Every comment for me is a reason to think. Therefore, thinking out loud: why can not "hide such plurality"? Is it really that hard? My head hurts, my leg aches, I feel sick ... but you never know? Why in general all the stories "chew" and describe realistic? Where is the place for your imagination? And why did you decide that the husband sleeps quietly at home? Or maybe he does not find a place for himself and is looking for his beloved through the fields? Perhaps the phrase "... where did the house in which her beloved husband was waiting for ..." came up with such thoughts? Well, this is, according to the idea, the thoughts of the heroine, and not a described fact. So sorry, I can not accept this criticism. As well as the “essence of Anfisa” which made its cynical mockery of all the authors. Do not like it - do not read. Unpleasant and uninteresting - I honestly put the tags, choose the right category.
Now you can throw slippers)
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What kind of hysteria in the spirit of TP? What kind of inability to accept constructive criticism and the desire only of "Nravitstsa" !? If the rest of your stories are more or less normal, then this still smacks of nonsense.
The heroine is clearly not very distant in her mind (she has straightened on her heels and that distance, she thinks that her husband is sleeping peacefully), so most likely she cannot hide anything. But even if it is a lesson to the peasant, since you have such a pretty and hard working woman, then you shouldn’t be left alone with the problem of returning home!
Why it will be difficult to hide - well, first of all, some of the products will deteriorate without a refrigerator. I mean to lie that I did not leave yesterday, but this morning I did not succeed. Secondly, after such a "stormy" night, I think there will be some damage in the female pussy, and she needs to see a doctor. I mean, if the husband climb in the evening to the lady - then the rejection of sex will be suspicious. Thirdly, events are developing a maximum of the nineties - since she didn’t even try to make a cell phone call (and the smartphone has at least a compass, even if the card doesn’t catch, then in modern conditions it’s not so easy to get lost), but still home phones exist for a long time, and the husband is very surprised that his wife did not call, since she was “at home”
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No tantrums, you thought. I accept criticism, think it over and if it deserves it, of course, in my opinion, I take it into account.
"TP"? Did you want to hurt me? So it is basically impossible. Rudeness You only negatively characterize yourself.
I wish you well and good luck.
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It seems to me that the author touched on a rather painful subject here: as men demand from girls who are in any kind of trouble, retribution in kind for help. You can find fault or not find fault with the plot or the abundance of sex scenes, but the theme is really serious and dramatic. Many women have been in similar situations, and not always they ended safely.
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You know, Tair, I don’t even care what evaluation you left. In each story there are moments that readers like, and there is something that I absolutely do not like. This is a matter of taste, education, worldview and preferences. If someone, and in this case you, found something in the story, it means they believed it. So found something "his". Znichit, written honestly, at least in something and at least for someone. And this is the most important thing for me. I write as I see at the time of writing.
According to this story: I, like many men, are “turned on” by domination over women. Perhaps this is reflected in the story. However, I, as an adequate person, find in real life a “peaceful” way out of this energy, and I recommend it to everyone. I suspect that it is very strange to leave such an explanation after a story abounding with scenes of violence. But after your comment, forcing you to look at the story from a certain angle, I could not help but respond.
I sincerely wish you all consent, joy and success in your personal life!
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I put the highest mark)
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Thank. This is doubly nice)
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Now I am your regular reader)
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I am pleased to hear that. And now I will feel more responsible for my publications. Thank.
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As it happened, I stumbled upon the author's stories and then it started - I read everything!
I do not understand why the estimate is underestimated by this?
The story is very worthy!
Thank! Gone to read more :)
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Thank you
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Eh, the author ... flawed chytok: (Such a good start was, and then everything somehow crumpled went.
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Here many people mention realism. Well then, it can be noted that in principle it is not a problem for her to file an application for rape. Rapists she will easily indicate. Sperm in it for the night normally gathered. All not washed. Sperm, it is as if intended to linger, and not to wash out. By DNA, the whole compass will be easy to find. This is certainly a b thriller turned out. But this is more a question of realism. Thank you very much, that at least the author did not endow the heroine with a bunch of wave orgasms from what is happening. A more acceptable indicated that she turned off. In general, 10 is solid, well, maybe 9 for the confusion in the names. I honestly did not understand how the author got confused. Vitalka became Valerka, then again Vitalka. Anyway. Maybe he did not write in one run, and the characters of other stories got mixed up. Yes, and not bad that the author did not collect the entire collective farm. Four confined. With a sense of proportion, order. And anal sex, it seems, too, the heroine managed to escape. The worst consequences are STDs, pregnancy and trauma. So hide the consequences will not succeed. Here, by the way, one could throw a bait on a continuation. In principle, if the heroine does not go to the mentovka, then the rapists can insolently and descend to her with blackmail in the style that her husband will be told about how she served them the night. To confirm the mentioned features of her body. And they will force her to do everything more voluntarily. Well here the author as he wants. Well, even a small touch about the concealment of consequences. How to explain bruises and abrasions? On the back and abdomen will be normal bruises from the glands. Elbows and palms in abrasions from rusty designs of the combine. Rapists hardly almond strongly. There should be bruises and chest and thighs with buttocks. The girl is urban, not accustomed to such treatment. The author does not like to develop already written stories. In this trick. But this one could have a sequel with a very dramatic denouement. Into the flesh to the point that the heroine, imbued with a sexy village silushka, also decides to stay in the village and huyam ride. Eco brought me. I finish. Author 10 or 9.
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Realism ...
In reality, everything is much simpler, worse, duller and so on and so forth.
If everything written on the site were realistic - it would be boring to disgrace in 99, 9%
Thanks for the rating.
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