I pulled off my last defense, and that my chink was bare and open. The head of his penis sank in slightly open petals of excitement, and buried itself in the entrance of my virgin cave. My hole, though excited and treated with secretions and lubricant, did not want this invasion and shrank. Oleg, being in a state of extreme excitement, wanting to get my virginity into his piggy bank, decided to break through the defense and drive his huge instrument. He sent him to the very middle of my cave and strongly pressed, but I, not wanting to part with virginity and give him my mouth to be torn apart, strained my groin muscles as hard as possible and his penis bent up and jumped out, hitting my clit. This movement, which affected my clitoris, caused me a very pleasant feeling, so pleasant that my muscles relaxed, and the entrance to the cave opened slightly. I understood that now Oleg will be able to easily drive his weapon into me, and my virgin will be torn by this terrible weapon, but I could no longer stretch my strength for defense, and I wanted to, surrendering to the victor’s mercy. But Oleg could not take advantage of my capitulation. Slipping on the petals of my cave was so pleasant, and he had already started himself so that he could not restrain himself and ended violently, pouring his sperm onto the bed. "Bitch! I didn’t manage to drive in! ”He said in dismay and got off the bed. At that moment I realized that my virgin was saved. “God, thank you!” I said mentally and immediately thought what a sight I am. I lay with my legs bent and curled up, with lowered wet panties, with an exposed for fucking, burning passion and oozing juice, virgin cave.

Of course, such a spectacle could not leave indifferent Vlad. I had already forgotten about him, since he was standing apart and away from the others, but when he started approaching, I saw his tool reared and ready for battle. Not having the strength and desire to resist, pre-tortured by five men, with a slit wiped to redness, with swollen and wet petals, with a cave smeared and ready for entry, I was doomed to expect an imminent invasion. Vlad, a member of which dangerously swayed from its own weight, movement and excitement, took the position of the ass, which was put in his readiness. He, with one sharp movement, tore off my panties, which, with their elastic band, were hurting my legs. Not bound by them anymore, my legs, tired of shrinking in useless resistance, relaxedly parted, opening the entrance to my clean vagina. His dick buried his sharp burning head in my wet labia, and gently crimped, guided by them, went to the virgin.

Nothing pleasant in this, as I said before, not at all. Dirty, lustful animal arrogantly takes what does not belong to him, something that you will never return. I will never be an innocent and pure girl, with a small and clean lye with a purse, dreaming about the first sex in the first wedding night. Everything that was so lovingly created by nature and was protected by me, which was supposed to be presented as a gift to a loved one, was brazenly, unceremoniously, rudely and in a way, as if in between times, was taken by an insolent youngster. I understood that the member who was instructed on me was full of youthful strength and hypersexuality, I couldn’t stop or soften, or force me to abandon the introduction of my cave into my body. Especially since my body was treacherously running out of juices, and with all of its kind it showed that it required immediate saturation and pressure on a sharp and hard stake.I didn’t want to see my rapist’s face, didn’t want to “admire” the expression of his happy face when he thrust his disgusting nature into me, didn’t want to show him his tear-stained eyes and show how painful and offensive it was to me.

I threw my head back and turned my gaze straight at the ceiling, diligently studying the pattern of the plastered walls, trying not to think and feel what was going on below my body. I, wanting to reduce the pain of defloration and speed up the process of "unpacking", relaxed my muscles and spread my legs as much as possible, freeing the young, lascivious rapist with a member quivering with excitement, the passage into my virgin womb. Doing all this, I have already mentally imagined how it will hurt me, how to burn and stretch the walls of my vagina, tearing my virginity, the male member will enter into me and will fuck my innocent body, forcibly and rigidly making me a woman. I knew that I would be hurt, I waited for this pain, but I tried to keep my muscles relaxed and not to strain my strength in a girlish fright to protect my virginity, which was doomed to conquer.

From the moment the sharp and hot head of Vlad's member touched my cave, it seemed like an eternity had passed. Refusing the process, relaxing the body and preparing myself for pain, I did not watch at all, for Vlad's actions, and therefore did not notice how he, too, was preparing to “fuck” me. Unlike me, I knew this from the overheard conversations of girls, he already by the age of 16 had a lot of experience, including with virgins. The girls were whispering that he had his own method of "breaking" of the hymen. So with me, he was preparing to drive me his baton through this system, substituting the head of his penis to the entrance and the rotational movements of his pelvis, looking for a comfortable position for a decisive push.

The pain came unexpectedly, just at that moment when I had already doubted Vlad's intentions and wanted to see what was happening. A sharp, burning, piercing pain all over the body, like a farewell shout, swept from my, torn by a terrible weapon, honey, all over my body, forcing him to bend. In the wake of the pain, I felt something big, hot and hard penetrating into me, cheekily pushing the walls apart and crawling into the very depths of my pristine body. It is said that the later the defloration occurs, the harder it is. I do not know how true this is, but it hurt a lot. True, this pain, for some reason, quickly dulled, moving from a discharge sharp and unbearable into a dull aching, and the movement of someone else’s body inside me caused new sensations. They were quite pleasant, but I didn't get any pleasure. Vlad's member began to move actively in me, enjoying the next subdued virgin, making powerful reciprocating jolts from which my body moved on the bed, causing the bed itself to creak and walk.

Apparently this is the sound and attracted the girls, who threw themselves into the room and opened their mouths, smiling, began to watch as their leader fucked. “Look! For the most eggs plants! And how much blood, all the sheets flooded ”! - they commented on what is happening, not forgetting to shoot it all on mobile phones.

I was both ashamed of myself and hurt for them and for the whole human society, in which virgins can be raped and mocked at their feelings. I lay and continued to stare at the ceiling, carefully avoiding the gaze of any of the rapists, closing my eyes at the moments of the appearance of severe pain or pleasant flashes. Vlad moved in me at some equal pace, then rhythmically driving his rod to its full length and pulling it out, then taking it out for a few seconds, and, waiting for my cave to begin to shrink in search of its member, sharply cast it, causing me again a sharp pain, immersed in the cramped bosom, left him there and made small pushes, turning the pelvis, and then again shifted to the rhythmic nagging.He did it so dexterously and experimentally that I felt like my body, despite my internal disgust with the process of rape, began to actively respond to the body that was torturing him with caressing and sweeping. I was very offended for myself, for my lustful body, which so treacherously and meanly was given to the dirty rapist, giving him his tenderness, trying to better substitute the vagina under his penis, torn into blood. Not understanding how it would be pleasant for my body to sit on a male organ, I peeked ... Read more →