"I got ..." - a thought flashed through her head dangled to the floor. Her hands were firmly tied to the legs, and her legs were spread apart and tied up with a rope attached to hooks on the ceiling of the basement, into which she, knowing why, went down herself half an hour ago.
He crouched behind her, from the side of the head, which she held on to the weight, took her hair, sniffed and said:
- You smell like a girl. Now it will be very painful for you.
She did not answer, but trembled, breathing heavily.
His strong warm hands slid over the delicate smooth skin, examining and examining every inch of her hot body, advanced to the lips swelled with excitement, between which protruded a barely noticeable little knob. With his fingers, he strongly opened his lips, exposing his clitoris, squeezing him with his nails and pulling at himself.
- Ahhh! - she threw up her head in pain, and he squeezed his fingers even harder.
A moan of complaint and tense thighs with buttocks pleased Pasha, and he said in a gentle voice:
- Let's start, girl ...
After the fifth blow with a plastic tube on her thighs, she began to beg to stop, and he, not paying attention to her screams, beat even more, alternating buttocks with hips, and the punishment turned into torture ...
Finally, having finished the beat, he stood motionless and studied the result, and when Ira's muscles stopped contracting, his head sagged on his sore neck, and his fingers, which were stuck with nails in the cortex, weakened, he said:
- Worthy, baby. I thought you wouldn't even come, and I never ...
She came here, to the village, to rest from the metropolis, the Internet and a large number of people. Three hours on the train, and all - there is no noise, smog and crowds of people who were everywhere, there is only a river, forest, berries, mushrooms and grandmother's food in the open air. Having slept off for a couple of days, she finally got ready to walk in the woods. Despite the heat, she put on a long-sleeved turtleneck, leggings, shorts and ballet flats - this was the only way to protect yourself from mosquitoes. Heading into the forest through the village, she met residents, with whom she greeted her and asked how they were doing. Here everyone knew her, because she came here every year ...
- Hello, Uncle Pasha.
- Wow, what kind of people! Irishka, hello.
- Yes, I came.
“Grew up like that, what kind of bride has become,” Ira has trembling inside, and her pussy has become hot and wet.
- Oh, Uncle Pasch, I beg you. What a bride, grooms are all gone, - and laughed.
- Well, so what. Last year, she was quite small, but now what tits she has grown, ”he said, touching his nipple with a finger sticking out under the turtleneck. Ira froze completely at his touch and flushed. - It looks like an adult, but how embarrassed it looks like, - Pasha smiled, looking into her eyes. - Go take a walk, catch your breath.
Returning from the forest, she continued to scroll through the meeting in her head and everything said by Uncle Pasha. This man for two years has been her depraved fantasy when she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers, a stream of water, or a shower of rain. For two years this brutal with a divine voice and piercing gaze was a dream of a little slag woman. Pasha arrived in the village five years ago, built a house on the site of the old, in which his grandmother lived, and stayed here. A couple of times a week he went to town on business. What matters - no one knew, but it was rumored that he was a healer. Such a rumor went about him in the village when women and girls began to come to him in expensive cars. They will come, stay until the night, and sometimes until the morning, and leave ... The local people did not go to him for treatment, because he told everyone that he was not a healer, but they decided that he was just expensive and did not want to swear neighbors. So little by little the locals lost interest in what Pasha was doing, but on the contrary, Ira did ...
One evening she was walking down the river and saw a beautiful Audi near Pasha’s yard, and she really wanted to know what they were doing there. Deciding to take things, eat and change clothes, and then come back and see what is happening there, Ira hurried home ...
It was dark outside, and it played into her hands. Dressed in a dark tracksuit on a naked body, she quietly left the house and gardens, crouching, got to Pasha's garden, where she sat down to rest. Sweaty, breathing lost, heart pounding, as if she had run 10 kilometers — she was so worried. Once again, dissuading herself from the thought of escaping back home, she said:
- If not now, never ...
Without breathing, she almost walked across the ground into the courtyard and hid at the basement of the house, trying to hear at least something besides crickets, but instead she was struck in the eyes by a bright light from the cellar window next to her head, which had been barely visible before shine.
“Phew, damn it,” scared Ira. “You can make it in your pants, too,” she said, laughing from herself,
Her eyes widened at the same time as the opening mouth when she looked out the window.
In the middle of the basement there was a curved plump little girl, candles were burning all around. Her hands were tied behind her back and hooked on a hook, and Uncle Pasha was energetically moving her hips in the area of her face.
- Kapeeeeets ... - covered her mouth Ira, but she didn’t stop looking. Sowing more comfortably, she began quietly, like a mouse, to follow what was happening, and she herself did not understand that her hand was already in the pants on the girl's slit, and her finger was rubbing the clitoris. At the moment when Pasha began to whip a tied girl with a belt, Ira blew up from the inside. She began to understand what had happened, and she became frightened. Ira, without looking out of the window, rose to her feet and, without even thinking about what they could see, ran away from the yard to the garden. Only when she reached the corn and sat down to catch her breath, she realized that despite everything, it was worth it. Vowing to herself that she would never look again, she headed home. Do not think about what she saw, she did not work either before going to bed or the whole next day, and when she saw the same Audi, she remembered how good she was. Thinking that she really wanted to see it again and repeat with herself what she was doing last night, she decided to go there again ...
This is how Ira met her first orgasm and masturbation. After this evening, she went there every time she saw some car in the yard ... The following year, she already wanted to not just go to the village, but to Uncle Pasha in the courtyard, to this little window, which she did - went and watched Uncle Pasha fucking different girls. Having become a little more mature after this trip, she began to be interested in what excited her and learned from the Internet that this is called BDSM, and, of course, she began to study it all ... It was a good year, and now she is here again ...
- walk up, the bride?
- Yes, very tired, went right up to the third lake.
- Wow, one went so far through the forest, what do you mean ?!
- Oh, Uncle Pasch, do not swear, - trying to hide the excitement from his tone.
“You don’t need to be scolded, but to tear the belt along your elastic bottom, like a goat goat,” he replied, smiling.
- I'm already big, eighteen was in January. And, as you said, there is no one to fight, so I decide for myself.
He changed his face and said in a voice that knocked down her roof:
- Decide? Want to decide nothing? I see on the nipples, you want. Come to me today at nine, once an adult, and you will not have to decide anything.
“Ah ... ah ..." she stammered.
“Okay, you can forget.” Go home, bride. Here are a couple of taranki.
- Cm ... thanks, but ...
- Shoot, said. But know - I'm waiting for you ...
Only when she entered the courtyard for the first time to Uncle Pasha, knowing that he was waiting for her, her consciousness cleared: “Maybe get out of here? On the other hand, if I like and want, and I know that he didn’t do anything bad to anyone, then why do I need to leave? ”After another step, her mind again ...
dimmed ...
... and I still will not give you your hairpin with a heart that you dropped at the window you were looking at. I waited a long time for you to mature, my girl, - his hand lay on his chest and slipped to his neck. - Tired, right?
- Yes.
He stepped aside, took the stand and put it under her head. Now she saw her chest, abdomen, legs and pubis.
- So comfortable?
- Yes, but isn't that all?
- Well, firstly, you came here not to decide anything, and secondly, it was a punishment for spying on adult uncles and aunts.
- So you knew that I came ...
- Not only knew, but also saw. When I found a hairpin under the window, I realized that someone was watching me, and put a hidden video camera aimed at this place. sexytales So I saw everything and I know about what and how much you, little slut, tears off the roof. That's why you came ...
He adjusted her hair with light sweeps and whispered:
- You are very beautiful...
She watched with horror as he was grinding the bottom of a long match with red sulfur and was silent. He threw the file and said with a smirk:
- Welcome!
The fingers parted the swollen lips, and the match with the trimmed end touched the urethra, causing pain.
- Ayy ...
- Shut up! - he continued to stick in further.
A terrible burning pain pierced the bottom of Irishka and tears rolled from her eyes.
- Two centimeters is enough, do you think?
- Ay, yes, yes, that's enough, I ask ...
- And if you fall?
- Sob-sob ... Please do not ...
She saw through tears, as drops of wax cover her nipples, drip on the stomach and pubis, her pussy flowed from pleasure, which changed the pain ...
Driped with wax, she took a belt blow on her thighs and bottom, bit her lip and saw Pasha’s excited look. Stopping whipping the girl, he threw the strap on her stomach and lowered his pants. From the glance of Ira it became clear that she would be fucked hard, and asking at least to lick a member to lubricate did not make sense. He knelt down and spat on his palm, slid her head and leaned priests against the hole.
- In the ass given?
- Not.
“I'll be the first one,” he began shoving the head in the anus. “Relax, otherwise I'll set the match on fire and wait for the smell of your roast flesh.” Ira began to cry, and a member fell in the ass, like a spear piercing her. A wave of the strongest excitement covered Ira with pain - a hot dick, immobility and the situation itself made her mad ...
“Just like that, yes ... Well ...” Pasha drove his member, suddenly took it sharply and leaned against the crack, Ira closed her eyes and dug her nails into the bark.
- Well, whore, like? - Without entering, said Pasha. “Now I have to fuck you properly,” he began to drive his head up and down the hole.
- Just be careful, please, I'm a girl more ...
Pasha changed his face and sat on his heels:
- How is the girl? I thought you had been a long time ...
- I took care of myself for you, Boss.
He began to realize what was happening, and his surprised look changed to a gentle one.
- You do not like?
- No, no ... - Pasha hesitated. I am now. Oh ... gotta get it. The match slowly began to leave the urethra, causing Ira to scream.
- Quietly, already seychaaaas. Oh, everything, baby, everything. Let me untie you ...
He in his arms brought her naked into the bedroom and laid on the bed.
- That's it, my good. I did not know, I thought you ...
She hugged him and dug into her lips ...
Kissing and caressing each other, Ira was on top and began to kiss his face, neck, chest, nipples, and belly with kisses, and finally reached the hard cock. The tongue licked the head and slid along the member down to the balls, rose back, and as soon as she plunged it into his mouth, Pasha sharply pulled her head to his face, kissed it and turned it over so that it was under it. Squeezing his neck, he stroked and kissed her body, caressed her breasts, nipples, tummy, navel. He kissed the inner parts of the thighs and for the first time in his life touched the lips of the woman's face.
“Wow, I didn’t know that you are doing this ...” Ira cried, flying away from the touch of the tongue, and pressed his head with her hand ...
“Knowing you, I scrolled through our heads a thousand times in the first time, and in none of them were you so tender. I was ready for anything, but what did I finish at the moment ... well, when it should hurt, I did not expect.
“I didn’t expect it myself,” Pasha frowned. - Wait, so you did not hurt, it turns out?
- You, of course, were, you are so sharp ... As if with a knife ... And I am in an ocean of tenderness and affection ... Thank you for such a contrast for the first time, but I really love it!
- The main thing you remember this time.
“I’ll remember everything, every moment,” she took him by the dick. - May I ask?
- Ask. And not during the sessions come on "you."
- I will try to learn, I promise. And I want to ask you to be gentle rarely, and to fuck me like a whore, hard and in all holes often ...