Rape in a train compartment
My wife and I decided to go visit my parents. Well, we decided and off we went. Luckily, it wasn't too far, just a few hours by train. But somehow, maybe from boredom on the train or for some other reason, we really wanted to. You understand what we wanted. There aren't that many options. No, not ice cream, of course (oh yes, I see you, schoolkid, reading stories on this site. You already thought about what you'll write in your essay "how I spent my summer"? Go on, buy yourself some ice cream now, you can finish reading later).
To be precise, it wasn't us who wanted to, but only her. I, on the contrary, was not in the mood because I was tired after work. Anyway,
she lured me with female cunning and guile into the toilet. Under the pretext of helping her fasten her bra because it had come undone, you see. Locking the door, my dear wife began to fight my reluctance in every way—she sat me down on the toilet with the lid closed, thankfully the toilet wasn't like the old ones in third-class trains with a hole onto the tracks (you, schoolkid, wouldn't understand that! How's the ice cream, by the way? Didn't share, you greedy thing? Drop and give me five push-ups! What, too hard? Shouldn't have skipped PE and sat at the computer all the time. Okay, read on, I'm feeling kind today). Then she took out my limp manhood, lifted her skirt, took off her panties, and began rubbing her (already wet!) pussy against this manhood.Since she was rubbing quite hard, it hurt me, and it hurt a lot. Therefore, I consider this all rape! "As soon as we get off the train, straight to the police," I thought. To sue for my rightful half of the bed (since we have no property or business to sue for), from which my wife always pushes me to the very edge.
Meanwhile, my manhood turned out to be a traitor. Just like that, it took and betrayed me. It wanted some female pussy, you see. I didn't even have time to blink, so to speak, before my precious wife, wrapping her legs around me, was squirming on my knees. At the same time, her pussy seemed as if it hadn't eaten for two weeks, swallowing my pee-pee with such appetite. Right to the root, damn globe. She bounced and bounced on me, she bounced until I realized: "That's it, I'm about to cum." I wanted to say something to her, but she's nasty, she covered my mouth with a kiss and continued her dirty deed. And she even squeezed my manhood with her vaginal muscles. So cunning. Anyway, that's how I came right inside her. She wanted children, you see (yes, yes, schoolkid, that's how children happen. Didn't know?! Well, now you'll know. Then they grow up and become schoolkids like you).
Getting carried away with the tight and narrow (in every sense) communication in the toilet, we almost missed our station. We barely managed to put on our underwear and jump onto the platform. But our things just went on somewhere further. My parents were very surprised by our disheveled appearance. Or maybe they were embarrassed by my wife's black skirt smeared with sperm, I honestly don't know, truly-truly.
Later, my wife kept reminding me for a long time that I never did fasten her bra on the train back then. Her breasts were dangling, you see. So nasty, damn platform.
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