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with sperm, this did not prevent him from settling in behind. And while his accomplices put themselves in order and, already without interest looking in his direction, they put the last things together, he fucked Olga for ten minutes behind, alternately changing holes. What exactly he finished, I could not see. He twitched for the last time, pulled out a member and wiped it on a long-suffering turtleneck. Then he tucked the shirt into the trousers, and with an animal grin showed me the middle finger. And then he followed the rest of the men, who, without worrying about anything at all, were already leaving for the forest.
And we are finally left alone ...
I looked at my wife lying on a felled tree trunk, at her flushed buttocks blows ... at the sperm, which continued to slowly flow out of her body ... I did not know how to live. And I did not know how my wife would survive all this.
Olya moved weakly, sticking to the branches, got up and looked around. With a hazy look, I saw my figure sitting by a tree and staggered toward me. Coming closer, she knelt down. I waited for her first words with a sinking, but they surprised me.
- And where is all the ee? - She stretched out a drunken voice.
I swallowed, by surprise not finding what to answer.
- Mmmm ... - Olya showed displeasure and looked around once more.
- Untie it? - I asked.
- BUT? - My wife stared in surprise at me, and then at the knots on her legs. - And now...
She tried to loosen the rope on her feet with awkward movements, but her fingers were weak and trembling. Capriciously puffing her lips, she leaned over and began to pull the knot with her teeth. Tugged once, twice, and finally, was able to loosen the knot. With shaking fingers, she began to unravel the rope, and without keeping her balance, she fell into my lap and giggled.
I tried to move my feet, and gradually dropped the rope from my feet. Olya giggled more and more from my movements, and suddenly I realized that she was rubbing her face against my penis, which had not fallen off by that time.
- Oummmm ... - My wife said playfully, and climbed to unbutton her pants.
- Olya! - I was literally shocked by her behavior.
- Mmmm? - She did not even interrupt, and coping with the buttons began to squeeze her palm in panties.
- What are you doing?! Do not!
- BUT? - She was surprised. - Oh well ... Come on!
- Well, what are you? - I continued to resist the wildness of what was happening.
- What? - Her hand finally penetrated under the clothes and she firmly grabbed a member.
- Well, why are you so ...
Not now! Not this way! Not in this meadow! However, my entreaties had no effect. Olya was even more drunk. Not even sure that she recognized me. And it did not bother her. All that she was capable of is sex. And she spent all her remaining physical strength on it. Realizing that she was not comfortable, she coped with the belt on her pants and jerked them off along with her panties to her knees. The cock swayed, freed from the constraining clothing.
- Mmmmm! - Olga literally pounced on him and sucked in her mouth.
- Untie me! Hands, untie!
- Nope ... - Olya shook her head. - And then you leave ...
- Olya! Pretty!
“Mmmmm ...” she snapped, no longer paying attention.
- Damn ... well, why are you ... well, not now ...
My wife did not react to my words and actively moved her head. My heart pounded. It was as wild as nice. And I gave up ... I wanted her!
After a brief blowjob, Olya sat on my lap and, catching an excited member with her hips, with a moan, literally fell on him. She moved so vigorously and with a large amplitude that the dick jumped out of her stretched vagina several times. Having jumped out once again, the member bent, pressed into the buttock, and towards the movement of Olya, through sperm smeared in the crotch and lubricant, he jumped into the ass.And Olya didn’t even stop her racing. That's how I tried my wife for the first time anally. Then she deliberately changed direction. And then again sent a member of her ass. She jumped on me, throwing her head back a little, and her gorgeous bosom beat in front of my face. I was so excited that I couldn’t withstand such a long time, and after digging into the flickering, protruding nipple with my lips, I began to cum.
Did Olya feel the pushes of my seed inside of her or guessed in some other way? I do not know ... But taking in the whole portion of my sperm, she jumped off me and put a member in her mouth. The cock was wet from the discharge and slippery. He was still trembling and the last drops of sperm appeared on the head, mixing with the secretions and alien sperm, which was in excess of Olya. She licked it all! And I could not look away. Excitement did not pass.
- Untie your hands.
This time she obeyed. My legs stopped tingling, and I stood up gently, flexing my wrists. Near on the grass lay both of my discharged guns. I looked to the side where the recent rapists had gone, and regretted that they hadn't prudently left the cartridges. However, I decided, I'll be back. A little bit later. And now, in front of me sat a smart, languishing in sex girl. I do not know how we will survive this whole nightmare, but I was not going to leave my beloved one not satisfied. I gently picked up the tail of the hair, tied to the back of his head with a piece of rope, and turned my head to my unwilling member.
- Want him? - I asked, at the licking wife who did not take her eyes off the penis.
- Yes. - She breathed.
To hell with the bipeds! I also wanted her.
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Wow...
There are a lot of letters, but I didn’t regret reading it at all. Dude you are cool! Perhaps I will subscribe to your publications. 10 from me!
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thank you for rating
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Wild nonsense!
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Well, well ... The taste and color, as they say. Thanks for reading.
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I looked like a movie. Dialogues are simply a tower - it is so naturally written that I had a feeling that the author is far from being a simple guy, and maybe even familiar with certain personalities ... The only negative thing is that the ending is almost over. I don’t even know what it was for me. As if you are expecting an unexpected outcome of some kind of, not at all according to a given scenario. But all this stuff, the story - solid 10ka. To goosebumps.
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I am not familiar with certain personalities (fortunately). All my stories are only fantasies and nothing more. If I ever decide to share personal - I will definitely note that "based on a real event." For comment and rating - thanks!
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Cool story, liked, too, 10.
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thank
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I read the first 1.5 pages and the last, apparently did not miss anything.
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I'm afraid everyone missed)
But of course this is your choice.
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10
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Thank!
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I demand the continuation of the banquet!
in fact...
write a sequel, even if it be your fantasy, but it is very interesting what happens next ... attitude ...
continue the story, let's say that, by virtue of her excuse, she will tell what she felt, let her try to explain to her husband how she ended up the first time when she was raped with a lot ...
well ... let a seksvayf gradually open up in it.
and yet, do not bury talent, write more often - you are created to create such fantasies
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Thanks you. Such comments are important to me personally.
I will copy your ideas into a text file with material waiting for its time :)
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I do not understand what's good about this story? Sucks with blunt rape. The heroine was not dragged from the caresses and sex. And the fact that she stupidly finished, being drunk in the dowel, it is even more disgusting. And again, not without a huge member. Insanity is not clear. Is it really impossible without it? Tupism, not a story.
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And thank you.
Any opinion is important to me. If there were only pluses and dozens in the comments, this would be dull.
Negative reviews, I tell you, also carry a lot of information. The main thing is to be able to understand it. I understood you ;)
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Loved this story. Realism, picturesque details, emotions, elevated degrees (pun!) Of the narration with erotic heat ... Hard but interesting. It is fair to note this story - 10 baht!
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I am pleased to. Thank.
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wonderful story! captivating with rigidity, realism, bright details and mastery of writing in general. + 10 points from me !!!
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Thank. Glad you liked it.
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Super Story !!! Thank!!! Keep going I love this topic.
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Thank you, wait.
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Nice written. Realistically. I liked the cruelty replacing tenderness and the request to abandon which is impossible. Would love to continue in the same spirit
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Honestly, there is a lot of material. I can not promise that there will be a quick continuation of them with these heroes. But something like that - you will definitely see.
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COURSES ... OR IN THE FOREST ON BOGGLES
“- Honey, will you go hunting with us ...?
so I can not shoot ...
And what is there to be able to, pour and drink ...))) "
(From hunting folklore)
Too shy to ask the author, and why did the main characters go to the forest ...?
It is not me that I had to sit at home and watch TV, but to the fact that it would be understandable if, according to the plot intrigue, they went to the forest to pick mushrooms ...
But as a hunter, in the whole forest, only a gang of robbers-rapists looked more amusing than this couple, walking around the forest in balaclava with their bare bodies and boots barefoot ...
The forest, as I understood it, is so distant and deaf that not only hunters, huntsmen do not go there. No joke to say, only the last hundred kilometers was a solid primer, it would be interesting to understand how many kilometers there were on this journey. And at the very end of the road, after a dilapidated village, the road was completely overgrown with bushes, for there were only abandoned farmsteads ahead, but our couple still climbed onto a magical clearing. Remember this phrase, we will come back to it, because no doubt it was MAGIC or FABULOUS.
Long wondered where in this forest took the robbers in balaclava?
I only got four logical versions:
The first.
- These are the descendants of the Great Patriotic War partisans, who have forgotten to leave the forest.
The second.
- These are strayed from the film crew, people from the future, or not, from the past headed by actor Pavel Priluchnyi in the role of Moldovans.
Third.
- This is a group of Moldovan or Romanian saboteurs, awaiting the approach of the main forces of their army. They changed combat weapons and ammunition to moonshine from local residents, but got lost and run wild in this deep forest.
Fourth.
- These are residents of a far-off village who used to live in neighboring farms in this forest, but are now moving closer to civilization, and some have changed their citizenship to Moldovan. But according to the old children's habit, in September each year they gather in the forest to remember their childhood, and to play partisans and saboteurs.
In any case, those who read to the end could not fail to note that there is nothing human in these ... (four) two-legs. Therefore, I will conditionally designate this group (ANIMAL group).
On the other hand, in the same forest, with a gun at the ready, a couple of newlyweds romantically roam. They are young, beautiful, charming, love nature, fresh air and flowers (especially tearing and scattering through the forest). And they love animals (especially to kill a gun on a hunt and fry on cutlets). They are full of love of humanism and erotic, hunting excitement, so let's call them (group HUNTERS).
So, the balance of forces in this wild hunt is already clear (two hunters armed to the teeth, against four defenseless animals). The scene of the action is determined (a fairy-tale forest where neither hunters nor huntsmen do not look), in other words, the Law of the taiga, the owner of a bear ...
However, wildlife is not going to surrender without a fight,
But more on that later...
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Oh, again, I got your attention. Is it good or bad? I thought and decided: this is nothing. Although the review as a whole is much calmer and more tactful than to one of my previous stories, but I still do not see any semantic load in it. Only the desire to push out his "I" at the expense of someone else's creativity. In any case, I am glad to help you brighten up your time, even in this way. Write! Better than to save irony and bile in oneself.
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Sumwerus is a compliment. :) Well, would a person write a review the size of half a story to which the review itself was written? :)) Just in such a somewhat grotesque form are the shortcomings of the work. Agree that the work is not perfect, although it touches - and this is the main thing in the story. I, for example, also have a question - as a hunter (it was the Hunter, not the man who was given the gun) could not notice the danger approaching from the side and catch a log hit, and even on the run? However, I am not going to write a thesis on this topic. :)))
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Yes, the heroes, you can say "lucky" that they were attacked by rapists, and not the horned elk, and even the bear!
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How not noticed? I was probably worried about my spouse. I looked more at my feet, looking for traces. That is how I saw at the time of writing.
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Well then, anyway, I doubt that a more or less normal young lady for the first time on a hunt will so easily traverse herself far through the forest wilderness - most likely she will be dragged behind her husband’s back, fearing any rustle!
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The story is like another confirmation that taking a woman on a fishing hunt is an extremely wrong decision!
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I also have another story that refutes your point of view that a woman on a fishing / hunting is an evil))
Post the following.
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ZAGON ...
The phrase “I again received attention” referred by the author, to me personally, is clearly redundant in relation to one of fifty praiseworthy comments, that clump of elegant literature that our daily writer managed to carve out from the living and great Russian language.
I will not hide, I always liked arrogant men, that they have a carefree, adventurous and bewitchingly erotic, but so openly call your eleven-page trash, I would be wary about creativity ...)))
However, as they say, "... That hysteric is not that who does not dream of becoming a satirist ..." I will not hide, as long as the merits of the author were limited to the fact that some elect have managed to finish reading up to the eleventh page.But is there a grain of gold in this narration, or a zest of talent, we still have to figure it out.
However, back to the text.
We stopped at the fact that the balance of forces in this wild hunt is already clear (two hunters armed to the teeth, against four defenseless animals). The scene of action is determined (a fairy-tale forest, where neither hunters nor huntsmen do not look), in other words, the Law of the taiga, the owner's bear ... However, the wildlife is not going to surrender without a fight ...
The dramaturgy of Russian literature, and the Stanislavsky system, taught us so much to the idea that if a gun appears on the scene in the first action, then sooner or later it should fire ... that the tension does not let the reader go to the last page, and gives way to complete disappointment.
However, first things first.
So, two armed hunters with a distance of a hundred meters scratch the forest with guns on their shoulders and shouting OP OP, like real beaters. Too shy to ask, who are we hunting for and where are we chasing the beast ...? And most importantly, why ...?)))
Not that I was a great expert on hunting, but several times in my life, I was honored to accompany the representatives of the stronger sex at this ritual event for men. So, if before that I considered the film “Peculiarities of the National Hunt” a comedy film, then after the second departure I realized that the director Rogozhkin was practically a documentary filmmaker.
But the main question that torments me to this day is how these arrogant creatures who call themselves hunters manage to return alive from this coven of witches, called the hunt.
According to my most modest calculations, this “Twin Satan” called husband and wife had to shoot each other from a fright, after the first loud crunch of twigs, but they managed to stay alive, get out of the woods on the road, where the couple were subjected to routine violence from local residents. However, not without the mutual pleasure of spouses from seeing and participating in this role-playing game, called group rape.
However, this is slightly lower, but for now we carefully read the admiring reviews, other admirers of talent, about the scene of violence and write reviews ...
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Fisa, your punctuation has become unstuck. And the grammar is based on an honest word.
Not good, Shurik. Not good at all. (with)
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Oh, e-my))
There is also a continuation. Oh, thanks. Here so halt so halt. So much attention. Generally, I did not ask of course. And if there are more worthy authors - please do not be distracted by the “arrogant trash man”))
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But would this porn story be turned into a sort of thriller? Suppose a husband somehow would have lulled the vigilance of rapists, a gun left unattended becomes a weapon of retaliation ... The guy tortures and kills the whole company ... And among the bloody corpses he fucks his wife ... (Vargo would write in approximately the same spirit)
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Um ... among corpses and blood ... I'm afraid for me this is too strong and brave
Do not judge strictly))
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Yes, I was joking. In fact, a cool story turned out. Creative success to you !!!
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Thank)
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Good story, believe in writing. Thank.
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Thanks you
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Every time I read stories on the topic of violence, I hope that someday I will still read the story where the protagonist who was subjected to violence eventually rapes and kills his rapist in a more sophisticated way than he does. But no, I have not seen a single such story. It's a pity. Very sorry.
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Everything in the forest for mushrooms with his wife - not a leg!
The horror that is happening.
I hope that this is only the author's fantasies ...
If it were not for the violence, he would have put just 10, but for the violence - "10-"
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Of course, fantasy. So you can safely go with the wife to the forest. For mushrooms, for berries, or something else ...)
Thanks for the rating.
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Fucking story, let's continue
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