The party was outside the city, 2 hours from St. Petersburg, and it brought me so far away, but I still wanted to go home. I sat on the last train, chose an empty carriage and, sitting on a hard bench, fell into a half-dream — the dances and alcohol made themselves felt.

I woke up from the loud sound of male voices, which immediately changed to a whisper. Without opening my eyes, I wrapped myself in a raincoat and, pretending that I had not heard anything, continued to doze.

The voices whispered to each other as they approached my bench, I wanted to open my eyes and make sure I was safe.

Opening my eyelids, I realized that the company was not approaching at all to me, but to someone from the passengers on the next bench, I just now noticed that there was some drunk girl sitting there, she seemed to me plump as I could see sideways eyesight. But quietly sitting comfortably and turning my head in her direction, peering with one eye, I realized that she was not at all full, except that her breasts were already bulging very strongly under the blouse. She had long, beautiful legs that lay unnaturally flat on the floor, in spite of her condition, her head was thrown back, her mouth was ajar, her hair was tucked away in a bun, but terribly disheveled. Looking at her half-open mouth, only one thought occurred to her:

I watched and wondered from where she could go in such a strange way, they don’t dress like that at a party, office workers don’t come home so late either, and she had a look like a secretary - a white blouse, a gray suit. I think the guys drew her suit, or rather the skirt, she was very short, and maybe she just sat down so that the skirt turned up so high that I saw a sticking stocking on her left leg. Oddly enough, the men were also dressed decently, some kind of uniform, maybe there was a congress here. Although for serious work the girl was too young, if not for the chest - a pure child. Three men sat opposite and immediately began to look under her skirt as if on cue. The fourth one took out a camera and took some pictures. He took a close-up of her plump, brightly painted lips, asking the other to insert a finger into her mouth.

The girl was sleeping, as if killed, that she was alive could only be determined by his heaving chest. The photographer whispered to push her legs apart, which they did, staring at her skirt under her skirt, I also saw her panties and I felt something trembling between my legs, my clitoris was filled with blood, I imagined what I would feel if six men would spread my legs and stared at my clit and everything else. I was so excited by this thought that I forgot about caution and opened my eyes and began to observe the process.

The photographer asked to slightly pull off her panties to take pictures of her curls, but apparently he pulled too hard because not only curls were visible, but also the vagina flap. Two men took off their jackets and I saw how a mound grows on the trousers of one of them. The photographer understood their intentions and said that it was not the time, and indeed, look at her about 16 years old if anyone finds out. "Do not know, no one will enter here"

Now unbutton your blouse. I sat all wet, my vagina throbbed wildly, they unbuttoned her blouse and began carefully not to wake up touching her boobs through her bra, the bra squeezed her breasts so that the boobs seemed even bigger.

They pulled out her nipples with their fingers and left them hanging around like that. The picture was the highest class - the legs were placed; the pants were shifted to the side and everything was sticking out - swollen nipples, the clitoris. They stopped touching her and began to watch her chest tremble at the sound of the wheels, how her buttocks rub against the bench and how her vagina tremble.The photographer asked two people to sit next to her at the edges of the bench and lift her legs, like on a gynecological chair, and before that pull off her pants, they obeyed, and then began to lick her nipples from both sides, no longer afraid that she would wake up because the photos for blackmail already done and you can continue to act as you please. The girl in the dream began to moan after she felt their rough tongues with her nipples and finally opened her eyes when she realized that someone was pinching her clit. She raised her head and stared at the main culprit with her eyes wide open. “Hello,” he said, continuing to twist her clitoris in her fingers - I'm sorry I woke you up, we didn’t bother you very much, if you want to - sleep on, we’ll finish and wake you up. It can be seen that alcohol has not yet disappeared from her mind, because she silently did not understand anything continued to look at her abuser. “What are you doing?” She finally asked. “I feel your clitoris, nothing? I just really wanted to touch how you like it. Do not be afraid. We will all touch you and that's all. ”Then she began to come around and, looking around, saw the other men, two of whom held her legs and arms, so that it would be difficult to break free, while still nibbling her nipples. She tried to say something, but in her eyes it was obvious that some wave that had started her wave prevented her from saying anything distinctly, it was probably because the rough tongues of the two were to blame. They then licked, bite, then sucked into her boobs with such force that a wave of orgasm was even approaching me. I saw how her vagina glitters, how her skirt gets wet. "Let's meet, what's your name baby?"

“Dasha,” she said in a low voice. “Dasha, do you go to school?” He asked, unzipping the zipper on his trousers with one hand, and the other from the clitoris was gradually moving lower with his finger, he ran first along the surface, without going deep inside, “Answer what class are you ? "" I’m finishing this year, "she croaked. “Finishing off? - He continued to ask, pushing his fingers to the flaps of her vagina. “Do you study well?” He asked, I had already seen his huge member, he was literally a centimeter away from her womb. “Good,” she moaned. “What are you doing?”. “Do not be distracted, tell me what your favorite subject in school is?” He was already touching her heart but was in no hurry to enter, “Literature”, “And you kissed boys at school” “Yes, just not truly” “Me, kiss Suck my tongue. ”Saying this, he leaned toward her holding onto the back of the bench and put his tongue in her mouth and began to move it back and forth. I watched it and it seemed to me that it was not his language, but a member inside me going back and back. Suddenly, my eyes met with one of the men sucking her tits and I froze with fear and excitement, it seemed to me that he sucked my breasts and again the waves of impending orgasm began to come up, because he still didn’t come was even nicer, my body ached I wanted to fuck and fuck, but never in my life would I have betrayed my desire. Two free men got hooked to me. One of them immediately began to kiss me, he was the most beautiful of them, and I forgot about everything and succumbed to my desires.

“Well, Dasha, do you want to become a woman?” He whispered, plunging his cock into her virgin lips. “Is she that virgin?” The photographer was surprised, “let me fix it for a start,” his friend dutifully walked away and asked Dasha to smile into the lens, but the frightened girl could not express any emotion. “Come on, come on, smile, so be it, let her legs go, let her sit in that position. The camera managed to fix Dasha with a clitoris sticking out between widely spaced legs and nipples looking straight into the lens from a breast-supporting bra. Looking at the photo, it seemed that she voluntarily carried out someone's request. Soon she came to her senses and lowered her legs from the bench, began to hastily tighten her stockings and fill her boobs in her bra.They did not stop her, and calmly, as before the man with a member sticking out of his trousers began to talk to her, to the contented smirks and laughter of the others. "I liked your pussy, before you touched someone for the clitoris, did you show someone that under your skirt?" "No, never," whispered ...