Based on real events ...

This story happened to me during my school years and continued until my university entrance.

It all started in the 11th grade. I was 18 years old and was to turn 19 next month. Looking in the mirror, I can see with full confidence a pretty brunette under 1 meter 70 centimeters with beautiful straight hair of medium length, slim figure and unusually green eyes, in which, by the way, drowned more than one classmate. As for behavior, here, rather, the merit of my mother, who grows me in kindness and comfort, is very modest. It is easier for me to accept someone else's point of view than to enter nowhere without endless disputes. Yes, I can be called weak character. Maybe that's why, unlike my peers, for all the years I had only one meeting, which could not grow into something more. In fact, I liked some of the boys at school, but, you know, I was the first to approach the strength of almost any girl.

Our class was average: moderately spoiled, moderately friendly. In general, not much stood out from the others. Even if we try to distribute parallel classes on a scale of inadequacy, then here we will be in the solid middle between "B" and "C".

It was September, the beginning of the school year promised to be interesting. Many different activities were planned, of which the most interesting are probably the opening of the indoor school pool and a class-night hike with tents.

September 3

- Sonya, go to the blackboard.

This Tatyana Mikhailovna, our class teacher and part-time biology teacher, called me to tell the material given for the summer. Oh, how I did not like to answer at the blackboard! All these 20 people, looking at you with forty eyes can drive you into the paint in the case of Feil. Therefore, I always try to carefully select words, without giving my classmates a single chance to smile at themselves.

But not on this day. As luck would have it, it was I who came across the topic “the structure of man.”

—... the head represents the free end of the penis. It is conical, slightly flattened above and below - I mumbled faintly.

The class bellowed. Well, normal reaction. It would not be so bad if it were not for the phrase that fell from the desks.

- Sonya, but where does such knowledge come from? Did you check? - Anton Mikhailov asked in a serious voice, hiding laughter.

- Sonya, but for some reason I don’t look like a cone, more like a circle. Here, look - confessed Sergei Savchenko, slightly rising from his seat. The class turned on him, but not noticing anything interesting, turned his attention to the student at the blackboard.

- So, silence in the classroom! - Tatyana Mikhailovna barked, - Sonia, go ahead.

After telling a few more anatomical facts, the teacher went to meet me and put me in her place, making the mark "5" in the class magazine. The neighbor on the desk, Kolya Vinokurov, on my return, could not hide smiles and with the words: “well, you give, Sonya,” buried his head in his own hands on the table in order to restrain laughter. Red complexion remained with me until the end of the lesson. Classmates threw various notes with pictures, asking them to tell more and tell them the “end” of the story. I knew that the rescue call would ring out and by the next lesson everything would be forgotten. I was sure of that for sure. Oh, how wrong I was then.

During the long break, I always used the female toilet to tidy myself up. I really liked to use the toilet on the second floor in the corner farthest from the stairs, because only there is a large mirror with excellent lighting. Not so long ago, they made high-quality repairs and did not even forget about hygiene by installing a bidet.So most girls went here to meet their needs.

Being in front of the mirror, I washed my hands and began to look for a gum in my purse. I liked to do the tail, because with him I felt freer, and the hair does not fit on the face. Having finished preening, I once again looked at myself, checking the tidiness of clothes. I was wearing a light white blouse with the top button unbuttoned, slightly transparent, allowing me to see a bra of the same color on closer inspection. The blouse was taken into a tight black skirt to the knees, clearly emphasizing the slim figure and length of legs, also shod in black shoes with an average heel. Already approaching the exit door, I saw her pen turned and familiar faces came through the door, classmate Anton Mikhailov and his best friend from a parallel class, Egor Davydov. Everyone knew that they communicate very well outside of school and sometimes it was rumored that they were accepted into the local group in the Alekseevskiy district near the Exhibition of Economic Achievements in Moscow, where they actually lived.

- Boys, what are you doing here? This is a female toilet - I blurted out, marveling at such rudeness.

“Sonya, we would like to secure the received material,” said Anton, while Yegor was closing the door on the lock.

Looking around, I soberly assessed the situation: there was no one in the toilet, the windows were closed, it would not be possible to break through them, and there wasn’t much point in shouting - the insulation after the repair was excellent. While I was thinking, the guys managed to come up from two sides, and while Yegor was trying to unzip the back of my skirt on my back, Anton had already laid his hands on my chest, making stroking movements.

- Guys, no. Do not! Anton, what are you doing? Take your hands, assholes, I'll scream - I burst out.

- Sonya, well, what is it like this, make us a blowjob, no one will know. We promise that we will not tell anyone - Anton assured.

Meanwhile, Egor from behind began to pull off my skirt, simultaneously putting his hand into it. Anton apparently bothered to touch my chest through a blouse and he quickly began to unbutton one by one buttons. At the same time, the skirt managed to descend below the knees and now part of it touched the floor. After a while, I felt Egor set about taking action and took me with both hands on the ass, making me shudder at the unexpectedness of the action. All attempts to break free were cut into a “no” still in the bud. Yes, and the strength was gone. Lace panties and bra still remained on me.

- Anton, put her on your knees already! Let sucks. No time, soon call! - quickly said Yegor.

Anton sharply pressed on my shoulders, and I was kneeled against a cold tile with a dangling skirt in my legs. Anton quickly unbuttoned his fly and took out a serious-sized member. As I understood, this was already the last stage of arousal, and it will no longer be.

- Guys, I do not know how to do it! Let me go. May I go, please — I asked in a plaintive voice, realizing that this only provokes them. Turning my head from side to side, I saw myself reflected in the mirror, like a decent, modest girl who is not even 19 years old, standing half-naked in some lace panties and a bra on her knees in front of a member of her classmate.

- And you have good theoretical knowledge of huy, however. So in practice everything will turn out - Anton was unrelenting.

“Don't worry, we'll help you if that happens,” added Egor, and, taking me by the back of my head, began to slowly move my head towards the member of my friend.

I closed my mouth and did not allow my penis to penetrate me. Then Yegor squeezed my nose, and Anton abruptly hit me on the cheek, saying that it was better not to resist. I was always afraid of pain, any trip to the dentist was painful for me, and insect bites caused panic attacks. I stopped resisting and opened my mouth. The head under the influence of force from the back of the head began to sit down on a member of Anton. A little more and almost half plunged into the bowels of my mouth. I perfectly imagined what a blowjob and a couple of times I saw porn with this process.About a year ago, my friend and I, when my parents were leaving the city, decided to discover the basics of sex life through porn movies. What is happening on the screen to us ...