Roma got up and straightened his shoulders - he looked quite impressive: broad shoulders, height 190 - a picture that cannot but inspire respect.

I scared the fur coat.

The guys were about 16 years old, there were four of them, but Roma was calm and confident, they were clearly embarrassed.

- So what's next? - Roma asked calmly.

- Dude, you grabbed a cool little chick.

“I know,” said Roma, “and then what?”

- God told me to share ...

- And who are you to share with you?

“We are local boys, and many here know us ...”

“But I don’t know, and what’s next,” Roma answered just as calmly, clenching his fists.

Roma had no confidence in himself, and clearly didn’t like his formidable look - they stood hesitantly, surrounding us, not knowing what to do. They clearly did not want to try his fists on their faces.

Roma obviously owned the situation.

“Okay, guys, let's do it this way: you do everything you want, but it’s my privilege not to stick your members.

The boys were noticeably happy that the situation was safely discharged, and in their favor.

And I, perturbed by his words, looked at Roma with surprise. But he seemed not to notice my gaze.

The boys unceremoniously opened my fur coat and began to paw my body eagerly. They crushed my breasts, squeezing pussy in my hands, nipples and pussy lips pinched painfully. Their hands wandered all over their bodies. Four pairs of hands: dry and wet, warm and frozen - they wanted to touch everything, and they were cramped. Soon I felt my boots being unbuttoned ... as they were being pulled from me ... stockings were being removed ... a fur coat was being pulled down from my shoulders ... Now I’m completely naked sitting in front of them.

Excitement, unable to restrain myself, came back to me, in spite of these rough caresses. I was at the mercy of these four unfamiliar children and in me fought about mixed feelings: on the one hand in this situation - I was a victim, and on the other hand - I was the main character in this plot. I understood that Roma controls the situation.

They lacquered my breasts, shoulders, tummy, hips, legs, to my fingertips ...

“M-mmmm ...,” I burst out when I felt someone's finger slip into my hole.

Finally, I thought. My pisechka literally languished from desire.

It was the guy who just had a conversation with Roma. He inserted two fingers and began to move them very vigorously into my vagina.

“Try the whole hand,” I heard the words of Roma.

The guy turned around, to look at him - was he not joking, and, making sure that he was not, he began ineptly and aggressively pushing the whole hand into me.

After Romina’s fist, my pussy was already ready for such an invasion and pretty soon, he was already wielding all of his cunt in my vagina. He enjoyed this process to the full extent - he took out his hand completely, enthusiastically looking at how his palm was wet and heated from my juices, steam was rising, and reinserted back. He rotated his fist inside me, and again took it out ...

Once again, when he wanted to take out his hand again, I held it, sending it back into the vagina. And he understood my signal - he began methodically to fuck me with his hand, watching my reaction. And I, unable to resist the approaching orgasm, bending with a spring, with my whole body was striving to meet his fist.

- Oh! - I cried, and the spring released its tension. The orgasm hit me with all the force.

An amazing thing - an orgasm. The word is one, and how many shades can this simple and concise word describe a physiological phenomenon. There are not enough words in rich Russian to describe all possible differences of one orgasm from another.So they are all different: the level of sensations, the strength of emotions and a whole bunch of other nuances. But not one of them is different!

And this orgasm was different from all previous ones!

He was different!

And then it seemed to me the most powerful in terms of all the emotional components!

I caught the enthusiastic glances of the boys, caught the admiring glance of Roma. I, as in a dream, remember the next few minutes. I remember how the guys took turns putting their hands into me ... I remember how they got their members, and I caressed them ... Someone’s hands, someone’s lips and tongue ... I remember how Roma asked them bring me to the car ... I remember how they carried me naked in the park, with my legs apart and with the distracted pussy exposed.

And only at the car, when I was lowered to the ground, and I felt trampled snow on my bare feet, I began to slowly recover. I saw my breasts, tummy, and thighs turning red from the cold. I realized that I was cold and I wanted to get into the car as soon as possible in order to warm up there.

Sitting on the passenger seat, and closing the door behind me, I huddled into a ball, gripping my knees with my hands, trying to warm up. The car cooled down and it was not much warmer than on the street. Roma put my things in the backseat and, having exchanged a few words with the local boys, got into the car. When we drove off - the guys saw us off with happy faces.

- Well, you give Chris! - Roma praised me.

- Why did you arrange it? - I asked sluggishly. The salon gradually warmed up, and I was completely overwhelmed by the heat.

- I wanted to give us pleasure. Or are you against it?

I looked at him with a smile. Pleasant languor filled me up. And my view made it clear enough that I am nothing.

“There will be something to remember in old age,” Roma added jokingly.

Gradually, the sensations began to return to my body: I ​​felt as if I had a herd of horses - with their fists they turned my pussy. There was a feeling that my vagina was turned inside out, and the pussy has now become, so big that not a single string, it will never be closed.

The skin on my breasts, on the hips pleasantly tingled after the cold. We drove along the dark snowy road home. I continued to sit naked in the seat - there was no desire, no strength to dress.

And then I felt that I wanted to go to the toilet wildly.

“Roma, stop for a minute, I want to write,” I pleaded.

Roma pressed against the curb and stopped. It was a suburban highway and cars rushed past at high speed. There was no place to hide - it was necessary to stomp 50 meters through the snowdrifts to the nearest trees.

I did not get dressed and left the car immediately squatted down, hiding behind her.

I am well aware that my butt will be perfectly visible to all cars, following in our direction - the headlights of every car passing by, brightly lit the curb, but at the moment I didn’t care. Moreover, at such a speed, they are unlikely to have time to see something

A trickle of urine, not having time to soak into the rolled snow of the curb, flowed to my bare feet, and I felt a pleasant warmth. Looking up, I unexpectedly met Roma's eyes - in the right rear-view mirror he was watching me. I felt incredibly embarrassing - for the first time I was in need of someone’s presence. I looked away to the side, and literally a second later I heard Roma's voice behind my back.

- Chris, you are so beautiful in your modesty, combined with complete shamelessness ...

I turned around and saw Roma holding my fur coat. The next moment, he threw a fur coat into a snowdrift and threw me, still continuing to write, at her ...

He broke into me and began to move at a frantic pace. He powerfully and with all his weight fell upon me, with each immersion, drowning me deeper and deeper into the snow. Not paying attention to the cars passing by, he continued to methodically beat me with his member with the frenzy of a wild beast.

When he shuddered from an orgasm, I was still far away from him. Standing up with me, he scooped up a handful of snow with his hand and sent it to my pussy.

- M-mmm ...- cold snow pleasantly refreshed my exhausted hole.

He continued to scoop the snow and rub it into the pussy. Another handful ... More ... He rubbed it on the lips of the genital lips, on the clitoris ... Snow fell into the vagina, refreshing its walls ...

Another handful ... More ...

And now I feel that the orgasm is gradually approaching ... The tension is growing ... And now the magic spasm hits me ...

I rode naked all the way to the house - a pleasant, drunken languor fell on me ... When Roma stopped at my door, it finally reached me that I could be seen and urgently need to get dressed. Pulling on my boots and putting on a fur coat, I kissed Romik.

“Thanks for the walk,” I said, “the surprise was a success ...”

- And thank you! It was an unforgettable evening!

I had already opened the door to get out of the car when Roma unexpectedly held my hand.

“Listen, Chris,” he suggested, “I was invited to the wedding here ... Will you make me a company?”

- Come on! - I agreed with joy.

“Only I don’t have anything to wear,” I said sadly, quickly scrolling through my head, all possible outfits.

- It's not scary, - Roma answered with a smile, - we'll go tomorrow and pick you up, something ...

“Sexy ...,” he added mysteriously, after a second.

I got out of the car and waved my hand to the nine. The feeling of pleasant tiredness in my body and a slight euphoria in my soul - I was completely happy ...