not? - I turned around and found that Anton and Egor had already managed to run up to me.

- Come on, do not break. Let's go, it will be fun - and the guys, holding me by the arms, led us towards the car parked next to the avenue. Anton sat me in the back seat of a tinted Lada Kalina in black, but he sat forward next to the driver. To my left was an adult pumped up type with a very short haircut and a tattoo on his neck. I see him for the first time. And behind the wheel, apparently, was a cousin of Anton Vadim, whom I occasionally see at school discos. Yegor was hooked on the right, and the car fell off, typing, as it seemed to me, a hundred in five seconds. All greeted. Anton presented the guy on the left, as a certain Sanka, nicknamed "leader." He explained that this is Vadim's friend from sharaghi, where they study. In appearance they can be given all twenty-five.

“Damn it, where are we going?” My parents will be worried - looking around the boys around, I felt uneasy. Every minute, fear accumulated in the abdomen.

“Sonya, call your mom and think of something,” Anton recommended.

- Yes, I'm afraid we will be late tonight - Egor told a crotchet.

I dialed my mother’s room and told me that we were going to make delicious with girls at my friend Masha.

—... I'll be late, mom.

- To ten, like a bayonet, at home! Otherwise, this is your last party! - Mom said strongly and hung up.

- Everyone heard? If we don’t come back before ten, my parents will kill me! - I turned to all passengers of the car.

- So it depends on you, the sun - I heard a rough, but expressive voice on the left. - Let's do some work. Let's start earlier, finish earlier.

The next moment I heard the sound of an unbuttoned fly and felt how a heavy hand pulls my hair into a fist and pulls my head on the penis. The nickname "leader" went to the guy firsthand - he did not have the strength. I did not even have time to say a word in reply, as the first five or six centimeters centimeters disappeared into my mouth.

- Can be quieter, please. Her hair hurt, I asked hopefully and was immediately returned to its original position.

“Whores shouldn't talk,” Sasha said in a calm voice. While I was sucking, the dick lost its original softness and increased in size - it became harder to swallow. I felt, as with each movement down, it rests on the throat. I did not want to let him go deeper, he smelled badly, and I was worried that I could vomit. But Sasha fixed my head at the bottom. Having guessed what he wants, I relaxed my throat and penis at the same second, not feeling any more obstacles on my way, penetrated to the end. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the gazes of the guys. Vadim even reconfigured the rearview mirror so as not to be distracted from the road. Sasha took the initiative, and for some time I did not have to work with my head. Thank God, the gag reflex did not arise - during these few days, oddly enough, we managed to adapt to the deep-throated technique, and there was no other. I breathed through my nose and there was no inconvenience. Meanwhile, Anton was tired of watching the process, and he decided to take part in it. His hands took off alternately the straps of a sundress and, lowering them to the waist, began to fiddle with her bra.

- Oh, what milkings! - the leader noticed when Anton uncovered my chest. He grabbed one of them, and left his other hand on his head.

“You haven't seen her ass yet, San,” added Yegor.

- I agree, the working unit - Anton supported one another and pulled the sundress up to the waist level, at the same time unwrapping and lifting the ass towards him, exposing my white panties.

“Set her right now, Toh.”

- Come on, Sonya, climb your knees on the seat - Anton has already addressed me.

I was scared. Despite the fact that the car was tinted, we could easily be seen by passersby, acquaintances, and other undesirable persons who could learn about what we are doing here. I already wanted to shout out “NO”, but Vadim saved me.

- No, we are coming guys. Be patient a little. Now have some fun.