I am now 28 years old, my name is Anna, I want to tell my story 11 years ago. In 1999 I was 17 years old, and after school I entered the Pedagogical Institute. And I was originally from a small town, while the institute was in the regional center, and since my parents and I did not want me to live in an institute hostel, they rented a room in a communal apartment in the city. The relatives had no money for the best housing. Communal consisted of 4 rooms. In the first was the master drug addict, and where is he

he sat for some sins, the owner lived in the second, constantly moving around on business trips, I was taking off the third, and the fourth two Caucasians, 25-30 years old, engaged in the wholesale trade of fruits and vegetables. They had families and children in the Caucasus, and they rented accommodation here, just like me. At that time I was a slender, even thin girl, rather tall, 178 cm. Eyes expressive-blue, plump lips and blond, slightly below shoulders, silky hair and a pretty face. The chest is small, however, the guys and men fell on me. By nature I was a home girl, I didn’t think about any novels, and after classes, as a rule, I was at home, did classes, dinner and watched TV. Well, sometimes with a friend at the institute went shopping and cinema, well, there, all sorts of exhibitions, well, nothing special. In the evenings, the Caucasians, too, were usually at home, cooking and playing backgammon with each other, sometimes the girls were brought up for the night, and I then listened to their creaking bed through the wall all night.

Out of curiosity, she put her ear to the wall and listened to the process. Essentially I lived in a communal apartment and they. Kitchen, bathroom and toilet were shared. So routinely continued, about 3-4 months. And it turned out to be a very unfortunate day, at the session I was inundated with the exam and came angry and upset, and Fedya and Vitya (the so-called Russian orders were in the manner), something with might and main was preparing delicious things in the kitchen, well, we talked. It turns out that Fedy had a son in his homeland, and before that he had only a daughter, and they decided to mention this case! Fedya himself spoke very poorly in Russian, and used the services of Victor on translation, he lived longer here. Both were athletic, stocky, but short, half a head lower than me. Well, they invited me to celebrate with them, I got tired of the routine, and even the exam, I think I’ll sit, drink, relax. We sit, drink brandy, eat some yummy from their kitchen, watch Vidic. We sit on their bed at the table. Then cognac began to beat in the head, and I was cut off. I realized that someone was wearing jeans and dark from me, and I didn't have a blouse either, one bra. I wanted to jump off, but my arms were stretched along, and someone held them tightly. There is still a jerk and jeans ripped off.

Then I saw in the dark the silhouette of a completely naked man who had just pulled off my jeans. It was Fedya, I tried to kick and shout, but Fedya caught my legs and crushed me to the bed, and Victor, who was sitting by my head and holding my hands, put some kind of rag into my mouth. Not a trace of cognac was left, immediately sobered up. Then Fyodor, with one hand pressing down my legs, with the other pulled off my pants, throwing them somewhere in the corner of the room and leaned over me with my whole body. I felt his hard, hot dick pressed down between his and my belly. He in one motion tore my bra and his hands began to eagerly and tenaciously move through my body, slipping from the chest, sides to the thighs and back, and Victor continued to hold my hands tightly. Then Fedya spread my slender, long and tight legs with his legs, put his hand on the bed, and the other put his thick, hot, elastic unit between my thighs. My lip slit felt like something elastic, hot, pulsing and hungry, touched and was not cater, confidently and brazenly in a businesslike way to move inside.

Well, now I’ll lose my virginity, which I still took care of and was in no hurry to lose, as if lightning struck my head.Yes, I was still a girl, but I thought it would be better not to rest and relax, anyway, sooner or later it would have happened, especially the forces were clearly not equal. And here Fyodor with his whole body sank, having entered me with a sharp movement, did not even manage to figure it out, and even pushed a couple of times, filled my hole with “me”. I didn’t even feel the pain, he said something in his own language to Victor, and began, slowly, making movements in me, while still feeling his hands on me. I began to feel something hot, pulsating and elastic, with every movement it bursts in and fills, pushing my narrow crack, which tightly wraps around this hitherto unknown and hot. At the same time, the bed with every push emitted a loud creak, and its rather strong and hairy body pressed firmly against me, constantly whispering something in its own language. Fyodor, letting his hands under my back hold me tightly, and his pace grew, and Victor, letting go of my hands, began to undress in the dark.

His pace was constantly changing, quickly, quickly and shallowly, then sharp and deep penetrations with fading at the deepest point, and all the time his hands were glutting insatiably, in my opinion, tender, elastic body, then clutching his chest, then on the sides, then, eagerly touching his hips, he rested his fists on the bed, lifting himself up with me and with the pelvis increasing the tempo, then pressing and leaning all over me and firmly grasping my hands, pulling them along and squeezing. I felt his hot breath and sniff, his hot lips eagerly touched his chest and nipples and made moaning sounds, his body boiled and bubbled at me, pressing and covering me, and the bed continued to creak and moan in time with Fedi. Raising his fists again, his body stiffened, he immediately, as if plunging his spear into the enemy, burst in as the conqueror's army broke into the broken gate of the fortress, and a powerful stream pierced my body with a hot stream, then another push and the next jet under the pressure rushed into my hot bosom. A sweet convulsion distorted his body, and he relaxed flattened himself on my body, crushing it with his mass.

Its hot and pulsating organ, like a volcano, continued to spew its lava, firing portions that became smaller and quieter. I felt his hot seed completely saturate me, it began to burst forth violently, between his body and my lye and the stream flow down the groin area. After lying on me, Fedya took his friend out of me for a few minutes, wiped my crack with a towel and went to the bathroom. What happened next, I will write next time.

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