Every evening, after classes, Kristina and I walked in the park, near the house. This evening was no exception. And although I did not want to go, because I had critical days, Christine still pulled me out for a walk. The whole evening, she, without ceasing, told about how she would marry her boyfriend, how he caressed her breasts yesterday, and how she felt. I was tactfully silent, the mood was worse than ever. Even then I began to notice the close attention of the three guys who were not far away. They followed us talking about something. I was not particularly surprised, the guys often looked at me, and Christine was far from ugly. But by the time the park was empty and it was getting dark, I began to experience discomfort from such close attention. Having said this to Cristina, I asked her to end our walk. She did not even agree.

We headed for the house when we heard someone’s steps behind our backs. Two guys overtook us and stood in front of us, making it difficult for us to pass, and one remained behind.

- Girls, can I talk to you? - politely asked one of them, but in his voice did not feel a drop of gallantry.

- We do not know you at all, and we have nothing to talk about! - sharply declared Christina.

“We are in a hurry,” I tried to soften the words of my friend.

“This is not a long time,” said the same bully, and they began to crowd us in the direction of a dilapidated building, a favorite place of our children's games.

- What does it mean?!! - began to resent Christine.

“Shut up, bitch,” said one of them, and pulled out a knife.

Seeing that the advantage was on their side, Christina was silent, squeezing my hand tighter.

- The point is the following, - began their conversation the leader named Bottom, - we are young, strong guys. You are pretty girls ... There is no one in the park ... In short, you are good to us, and we are good to you ... You understand, we recently came out ...

“Yes, that you are fraying with them,” with these words, a stocky, black-haired guy named Hassan appeared from behind his back, “come on baby, caress me,” he said, approaching Christine and unbuttoning his fly as she went.

“I didn’t ..., I just managed to say Christine before Hassan’s powerful blow knocked her down.”

Events took a serious turn. Hassan and his companion were standing over a fallen Christina, who was lying on the ground, crying and spitting blood from a split lip. The bottom stood and looked into my eyes, and I realized that everything would happen now.

“Hassan, carry her inside,” he ordered for Christina, and firmly taking my hand, led me inside the building. Behind two of the thugs dragged still whining and resisting Christine.

When he entered, he pushed me inside, and himself, with his arms folded, stood in the doorway, cutting off the path to retreat. Christina was also pushed inside. She was hysterical, she called for help, but a heavy blow with a backhand threw her back onto the ground. Her clothes were dusty. To silence, the bandits started kicking her.

“Vika, help me,” she whined, but I could not help her. By that time I myself began to unbutton the buttons on the blouse under the attentive gaze of Dna.

“Well done, you are more intelligent,” he said, without taking his eyes off me. - Go on ...

From the excitement, the fingers did not obey when I undid the fastener of the bra. Nearby, literally a meter away from me, two of the heavy men lifted my girlfriend by the hair. Hassan put a knife to her throat and told her to shut up. Christine stopped crying, only sobbing occasionally. She looked at me with her eyes, asking for help, but how could I help her? Finally, the clasp yielded, and my heavy chest slipped out of the bra. The glances of the men slid over her for a moment, then each returned to his occupation.

“Look, bitch, what an agreeable friend you have,” said Hassan, forcibly turning her friend's head in my direction, and I met her eyes full of tears. - Well, take off your panties.

Christina, pulled off her panties to the knees, while another thugs tore her dress on his chest. Christine's bra did not wear, and so he immediately took possession of her breasts, mercilessly grabbing her and biting. Hassan, however, completely freed her from her panties and threw them aside.

- Well, bitch, pose! - He ordered.

Christina obediently got on all fours in front of two hungry males. Hassan came up behind her and lifted her skirt. He pretty patted Christina on her bare, defenseless ass, and began to take off his pants.

By that time, I had already pulled off my jeans and was standing in some panties.

- Why did you stop? - Bottom alert

- I have ... menstruation ... - I said in a low, not my voice.

“Ah,” he nodded knowingly, “well, come here.”

He laid his clothes on the floor and with a gesture made him kneel in front of him. Meanwhile, Christina's sobbings acquired a womb, and I realized that she had been given into her mouth. Throwing a short glance there, I realized that I was not mistaken. One of the gangsters was kneeling before her, with knee-length trousers. With two hands, he squeezed Christina’s head on all fours, controlling the direction and speed of his member’s immersion. He practically fucked her in the mouth! His cock went almost completely into Christina’s throat. And he did it with incredible speed. At the same time, the second rapist, Hassan, was freed from his clothes, and, holding his erect phallus in his hand, stood behind Christina. She screamed sadly as he entered her with a sharp movement. Now they had her from both sides and from the rhythmic pushes of her breasts described strange shapes in the air.

At this time, Bottom pulled the pants up to his knees, and his thirsty member literally jumped out of his pants. I realized that he wanted to use my mouth, and therefore asked to warn me about the "eruption". He made me such a promise, and I, closing my eyes, took his organ in my hands. I immediately felt him startled and tensed at the touch of my hands. I wiped my dick with my hand, I put his head on my tongue, and then slowly plunged him into myself. I started doing my job. My eyes were closed. I swallowed and took out a member, caressed his head with my tongue, gently nibbled. I tried not to cause aggression towards myself. The lessons learned at school did not go in vain - the member grew in my mouth, pouring strength and lust. I felt him shudder at my touch, how the hips of a man sway to the beat of my movements. In order to prolong his pleasure, I completely absorbed his instrument, then removed it, while continuing to caress it with my hands and tongue. The bottom stood at attention, like a tin soldier, and made no attempt to control my movements. He was pleased with my skill. Relaxed and enjoyed. Soon I myself began to wind up, completely abstracting from the place and time. I no longer heard Christine's stifled moans, in which there was less pain and more pleasure, I did not hear Hassan’s harsh cries demanding from her better to backwards, hoarse moans of the Bottom, a member of which I sucked. But it soon ended. Sensing the approach of an orgasm, Bottom pulled out his tense organ from my mouth, and, shuddering with his whole body, several times shot a tight stream of sperm through my shoulder. All this was accompanied by wild cries and inhuman roar. I was almost grateful to him for this, as I was allergic to sperm. His breath began to return to his usual rhythm, he looked at me still kneeling, and gratefully patted the shoulder. I realized that my mission for today is over, and hurried to crouch in the farthest corner, trying to behave as quietly as possible.

Cristina still remained on all fours, and she still had in the mouth and vagina. She looked tired and tortured.They fucked her like a rubber doll. Hassan slapped her on the buttocks, forcing her to move faster and faster. Christina tried as best she could, just not to deserve new beatings. But by that time, when the satisfied and satisfied Bottom went to their side, she was covered in sweat, and Hassan's member more and more often jumped out of her reddened pussy. In this case, he shouted at her, demanding to stop, then he took his penis with his hand and inserted it back, after which Christina continued to give her ass to the beat of his movements. Finally, Hassan finished. With a sharp movement, he pulled his dick out of Christina's wet pussy and poured the seed on her ass. Then he smeared cum on her buttocks and, standing next to the Bottom, began to watch the scene of oral sex happening a few inches from them. The third participant in these events couldn’t come to an end from over-excitement, and continued to immerse his cock in Christina’s mouth. Finally, he finished, splashing my friend's face with a thick layer of sperm. From such an eruption, Christina almost choked, and under the general laughter continued to cough and spit when Hassan's eyes fell on me. Looking at me for a while, he headed in my direction.

- And why are you hiding, and even started dressing? He asked, fiercely thick with thick eyebrows.

- Monthly with her, - answered the question Bottom.

- Monthly? - Hasan asked, - We will check. Well, come here!

He cut my panties with a knife and, finding my gasket, made sure of the veracity of my words.

“Well, this is a fixable matter,” he said with a smile, “we will go another way.” Become a cancer!

Having learned from Christina’s bitter experience, I didn’t argue with him, and knelt down. Then I leaned forward, leaning on my arms. I was scared. I never had anal sex, and the girls said it was terribly painful. Especially for the first time ... My worst suspicions were confirmed when Hassan put his finger in my ass, as if conducting research on new territories.

“Tight hole,” he finally said, “never fucked here?”

“No,” I said.

“Well, one has to start somewhere,” and with these words he sank down behind me.

- Hey, Hassan, what are you doing there? - Dna's voice was heard.

“Why, I teach the girl the joys of anal sex,” he answered cheerfully, “do you have a second one standing there?”

“Relax your ass,” he told me shortly.

Immediately after that, I felt his cock poked into my anus. My buttocks tensed involuntarily, and his attack was unsuccessful.

- I said, relax your ass, - Hassan shouted angrily.

- I can not, she herself, - I babbled, - can I do blowjob? I am very...

- Shut up, you fool, - he cut me off, - spread her hands.

I put my head on the ground and spread my buttocks apart.

“This is how you stand,” Hassan ordered, and his cock began to ram my ass again.

Finally, for the fourth time, he managed to penetrate my narrow ass, and he, inspired by good luck, thrust his device at the very eggs. Wild pain pierced my butt, as if it had been torn into two pieces. I screamed, this inspired Hassan even more. He fucked and fucked me like a wound up. After a few frictions, the pain became unbearable. I was saved by the fact that he quickly finished, filling me with his entire ass with an unusually sticky sperm.