I have known my best friend Kostya for a long time. He is a tall, broad-shouldered brunette and I have always liked him, but not enough to want a relationship with him. We had more of a brotherly love. But in the last six months, our meetings have acquired new colors. We "measure" each other with our degree of perversion and depravity, and of course, he fucks me hard.

I'll start from the beginning. Kostya and I met a long time ago. When we started growing up, he, a tall and handsome boy, started having endless girlfriends. And I wasn't deprived of attention either, having a slender figure and a pretty face. But Kostya and I didn't even think about anything more then,besides friendship. We were such bros.

After school, they both stayed in their city, entered the same university, but in different departments. They kept in touch and carried it through the years.

Now we are 25 years old. We often meet and hang out at each other's places, we like to drink beer, play video games, and just chat.

One evening changed our lives.

We sat at his place and got drunk as hell. Towards morning, we crawled out onto the balcony to smoke and in the cool pre-dawn air we began to sober up a little. As is well known, it is at such a time and in such a state that the most frank conversations happen.

We haven't often touched on intimate topics before, but today we laid all our cards on the table. Kostya admitted that he likes unusual sex. And it doesn't matter what this unusualness is - pissing, BDSM, orgies, the strangest positions, fisting, public sex, even some perversions - as long as it's not boring missionary pounding behind curtained windows. He also sleeps with both guys and girls, he almost doesn't care who is in his bed, as long as this someone has a certificate, is pleasant looking and ready for anything. He is not fixated on one type, he likes both juicy girls and skinny ones, both younger and older, red-haired, dark - any. But he still prefers well-groomed and younger guys.

I was very interested in his free approach to the issue. Deep down, I myself had a great inclination towards all sorts of "unusual things". And the impetus for this was one story that happened to me when I was 20 and which even Kostya doesn't know about. About rape. I was ashamed to talk about what happened, but not so much because of the fact itself, but because of my reaction. The trauma I received affected me completely differently than it did ordinary girls who became victims of bullying.

I decided to tell this story to Kostya on our night of revelations.

***

Late, around midnight, I was driving from my parents' dacha along a country road. They had gone on vacation and asked me to drop by the dacha occasionally to check if everything was okay.

On the way I felt like writing. On this small godforsaken village highway no one had even heard of toilets, so I had to do it the old-fashioned way - into the bushes. I saw an adjoining dirt road leading somewhere into the plantings. I pulled off the highway and stopped. I walked a few meters away from the car and sat down to do my business. It was dark, but the headlights were shining on me. The wind was howling.

I swear I didn't see or hear another car pull up. I was blinded by the headlights of my car, and it rolled up quietly with its lights off. In fact, I only learned of its existence a few minutes later.

Having put on my pants, I walked to my car, when three figures came out of the darkness, right under the headlights. They were three guys with a gopnik look: sweatpants, clean-shaven, faces not burdened with intellect, although I briefly noted that one of them was even cute. I knew another one: he lived in a summer cottage village, where our summer cottage is located. But we never talked, I just sometimes saw him staring when I was in shorts or a bathing suit straining myself in the garden beds. I never saw the other two.

They surrounded me in a ring, and I couldn't move from fear, imagining the most terrible things. I didn't know WHAT they would do to me.

My brain was racing as they grinned at me. Okay. I definitely can't resist. Maybe I should come to an agreement? Mmm, did I take the pill in case they suddenly decide to cum inside me? Yeah, I was already preparing for that, just trying to figure out how to make it as painless as possible. Damn, I was ready to offer them a quickie myself, just so they wouldn't beat me.

- So what, chick? - the one I knew addressed me frivolously. - Walking around at night without underwear?

Everyone laughed disgustingly.

- Let me touch your boobs and we'll let you go, - he made me a business proposition. I didn't know their names, and I christened this one The First, since he was the first to talk to me.

- Really? Let me go? - For a second I was glad that I would get off so easily. How wrong I was.

- Exactly, exactly. - said the First and extended his paws. He roughly grabbed my breast, I must say, a full size 3.

- Ooo, no bra, guys! - he rejoiced. - Show the guys.

I quickly pulled up my sweatshirt, exposing my chest. I was wearing a tracksuit consisting of a knitted sweatshirt and loose pants, regular cotton panties, and sneakers.

The boys came closer while the First was squeezing my boobs with pleasure. I felt neither disgust nor anything pleasant from the stupor. I waited for them to press and leave. It didn't occur to me then that a crowd of not very moral young guys would clearly not be satisfied with just breasts.

Another guy came up, whom I called Scar, because of his split eyebrow. He seemed prettier than the others. He was taller, with huge paws, with which he grabbed my soft breasts. He was even gentle, squeezing them in his hands and pressing his thumbs on my nipples. Then the third one came, whom I called Eagle because of his proud profile. He groped me without ceremony, pinching and twisting my nipples, which had hardened from the cold and were already standing.

“Well, that’s it?” I asked hopefully.

"Don't rush, beauty," responded the First. "You think you'll get the guys excited with your tits and then leave?"

- You promised!

The first one laughed.

- Well, you didn't ask if I always keep my promises. I cheated a little bit. - this asshole threw up his hands.

I rushed towards the car, but the First cut off my path and grabbed me in an armful, pressing me to himself.

- So, - he growled in my ear, filling me with the smell of smoke. - Choose, either you relax and enjoy yourself, or it will hurt.

Classic threat.

I jerked, but he held me tightly.

- Go to hell!

He abruptly pulled my pants off. Now it would be harder to escape. He grabbed me by the shoulders again and repeated:

- Are you going to fuck, or are we going to beat you up so badly that your mother won't recognize you? Mm?

The other guys stood calmly, clearly the First was the instigator of all this.

I turned around, hoping that those two would suddenly realize what they were about to do and calm their friend down.

But behind me I saw only two hungry eyes, devouring my ass in panties with their eyes. Orel was already kneading the bump through his pants.

“Okay, boys,” I squeaked. “Just don’t hit me. I’ll do anything. What do you want? In your mouth?”

- Let's see how you behave, - answered the First. - You'll suck first, yes.

He pushed me and I fell to my knees.

The first one pulled out his rather decent, 22-23 cm, medium thickness dick. I sat motionless.

- What the fuck are you sitting there for? - He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to his groin. I was surprised to see that he was clean, shaved and smelled of soap.

I carefully, trying not to touch him with my teeth, so as not to anger him, began to suck. The first one held me by the hair, sometimes moved his pelvis, fucking me in the mouth, sometimes let me impale myself on his cock.

- Ooooh, yes, yes, - he moaned. - Ohhh, you city sucker. Walking around here, showing off your ass. Suck, suck. - said the First.

After a minute he pushed my head away and gave way to the next one. I was wary that he had not finished.

The other two had already come closer and were jerking off nearby. Then Orel came up to me. His penis was no more than 13 cm, not thick. Small, in short. There was hair on his pubis and balls, and he himself seemed not very clean to me and smelled a little of urine.

Trying not to show it, I wrapped my lips around him and quickly sucked him in completely. I closed my eyes so that his hairy pubis wouldn't loom before them.

Strange thoughts were creeping into my head. Orel finished quickly, and I thought, probably, girls rarely give it to him with such a small dick. And the First, probably, keeps the whole village in good shape. Later I found out that this is how it was, in principle.

Scar came up. He was taller, and I had to stand up a little to reach it with my lips. The guy imperiously put his hand on the back of my head and smoothly moved it toward his penis. He was handsome, I noted to myself. His pubis was also shaved, and his smooth, thick shaft was adorned with a shiny, full head that stood out like a mushroom. It was average in length, somewhere around 16-17 cm.

I opened my mouth wide to impale myself on the giant. Scar took his cock in his hand and began to push it into my cheeks, admiring the head sticking out through the skin. Then, with one smooth movement, he pushed my head deeper. I coughed, the giant head pressed against my throat. He moved back, and, holding my head, began to fuck methodically. Sometimes he took it out completely, looking into my eyes, hit my cheeks and tongue, inserted it again. He didn’t say anything, but in his eyes I read:

"Do you like my dick? Come on, bitch, enjoy it, show me how good it feels with it in your mouth."

Or maybe I just made this up myself, because I really started to like the process. I closed my eyes and sucked him in harder, pulling my cheeks in. Releasing him a little, I started to caress his smooth head with my tongue. I looked up. He threw his head back and moaned.

I had already forgotten where we were and under what circumstances, and I didn’t think that others might be offended by such a “special attitude” to the last guest of my mouth, sucking his beautiful penis with rapture. Releasing him from my mouth, I dove lower, clasping his swollen balls with my lips. I sucked them a little, and almost immediately he returned the head to my mouth, pouring warm thick sperm into me. And if Orel’s sperm was tart and bitter, then this one was sour, without a special smell (or rather, there was a slight milky taste) and some special consistency, thick. “Like sour cream,” I thought for some reason.

Scar pulled his cock out of my mouth, breathing heavily, and wiped it on his cheeks. I found it offensive, but then I remembered that I was, in fact, being raped.

The First emerged from the darkness again.

"I didn't finish. You weren't as passionate about serving me as you were about serving him." He pointed his finger at Scar.

The first one came closer and pulled my sweater off. He lifted me from my knees and freed me from my sneakers and pants. He sat me down on my knees again and said:

- Work your tits. - And he spat on them.

I had never done this before, but I had seen porn where they squeezed a dick between their breasts and jerked it off. I grabbed them with my hands, hugged his long cock with my full tits, with nipples erect from the coolness, and began to move it up and down. I tried to make his saliva flow into the hollow and lubricate everything there. He groaned contentedly.

***

I returned from my memories to the balcony of Kostya's apartment. I furtively looked at Kostya's reaction to my story. I was afraid that he would not understand why I was telling the details of my rape in such detail. Although I was only at the very beginning, the most delicious part was yet to come.

He listened with interest. He turned to me when I fell silent.

- Are you okay?

- Yes, yes. Are you interested? Should I continue? - Damn, that's a stupid question.

- Sure, go ahead if you feel comfortable talking about it, - Kostya supported me. The bastard ignored the question about "whether he was interested."

I found myself again in that clearing near the plantings under the light of car headlights.

Alisskai. The story is getting long. I'll continue in the next chapter.

In general, Kostya and I have a lot of stories, and the series should be long-lasting and, I hope, interesting for you.

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