The long road home

Part One.

Mila got off the bus and started walking along the country road home, to her native Kasatkino.

It was an unbearably hot, scorching day. Mila's loose, long dress was soaked with sweat and clung to her chest, her huge belly, and her hips. The woman was suffering and regretted not wearing a short skirt and a top. Although...

Although she wasn't in a condition to wear them now. Or rather, she was in that very interesting condition for a woman.

Knocked up! Eight months!

Mila was returning home from the city women's clinic.

The whole way back she kept remembering how she was examined by the gynecologist, Rudolf Valentinovich. Everything seemed

fine, but...

The previous gynecologist, Albina Leontievna, was sunbathing down south, and this time she was replaced by a rather young male doctor.

Everything today went a bit... differently.

First, it took a long time. On the gynecological chair, she lay there, as it seemed to her, for about an hour, and part of that time with a speculum inside her vagina. She even dozed off a little at first, having gotten up early. But only a little, because then the doctor put his hand into her vagina and rummaged around in there for a long time.

Albina Leontievna usually performed all manipulations quickly, her hand was slender. One go – in and out! Get down, goodbye!

The male hand, however, turned out to be larger, completely filling her vagina and moving around in there for a long time, squeezing her cervix, twisting, moving back and forth.

At first, it was... uncomfortable somehow... Tight, perhaps. But then something clicked inside Mila and she was unexpectedly washed over by a wave of pleasure.

Rudolf Valentinovich also gasped there and even recoiled, took off his glasses and started wiping them.

After finishing with the vagina, the doctor asked her to bare her breasts, examined them carefully, and unexpectedly started kneading them. Milk sprayed out so much that he had to wipe his glasses again.

After such a thorough examination, more akin to amateur fisting, Mila left the doctor's office with her legs apart and a feeling of intense arousal.

She was climbing the walls.

But there were no walls on the way back, and Mila was now hurrying home.

She had to walk along the edge of the plantation, turn at the right spot, and then it was just a stone's throw to the bridge near which her family home stood.

Mila walked for a while along the border of the field and the plantation in silence, enjoying the faint breeze playing with her beautiful red hair, and then heard lively voices nearby.

Apparently, teenagers from neighboring Agatovo were playing somewhere nearby.

Indeed: a fair-haired guy of about eighteen, tall, shirtless, with a brazen face, jumped out of the plantation onto the dirt road in front of Mila, noticed her, whistled, shouted somewhere to the side:

"Guys...!!!"

And disappeared back into the plantation. Mila, passing by that spot, saw three guys, and then a girl. The girl was wearing only a tiny skirt, no top, with bare, undeveloped little tits, she was waving her arms as if shooing away flies. The guys stood around her in a circle, and when they saw Mila looking at them, they rushed behind the bushes.

The girl took advantage of this and darted like a hare through the plantation in the direction Mila had come from.

Everything was clear: the guys had brought a young, scared girl and were trying to rape her. Well, Mila's appearance scared the company off.

She walked on joyfully: well, there, she even helped someone! Her vagina ached sweetly-sweetly, she really wanted to fill it from the inside.

At first, Mila didn't pay attention to the footsteps behind her. But then something prompted her, and she turned around. Three of those same guys were following her, all sturdy, tanned, without shirts, two in shorts, and one just in his underwear.

Mila tensed up. She quickened her pace. Turned around – the pursuers also quickened theirs.

She could have run, but her belly was in the way. So the guys caught up with her quickly, grabbed her under the arms, and yanked her into the plantation. There they surrounded Mila, just like they had the girl a few minutes earlier.

One, the brazen one, hissed:

"You bitch, you ruined our fun! And we wanna fuck."

Mila looked at him fearfully and remained silent.

"Let me hit her," said a fat guy with a big belly.

"Are you fucking crazy, fatass?" snorted the third one, the one in his underwear. "Look, she's pregnant. And we don't touch pregnant women!"

"Unless..." the brazen one broke into a smile, "unless we fuck her! What's the difference to you? You can't get her pregnant!"

"Because she already is!" the other two guffawed.

"Service us and go where you were going!"

"I want it in the ass," whined the fat one.

"Well... we can do it in the ass too," agreed the brazen one and reached his hands towards Mila's tits. "Look, Cheburek, at these titties!"

Mila jerked towards the road, but the fat one and the brazen one grabbed her arms, and the third one lifted the hem of her dress and yanked it off her female body over her head.

Mila wasn't wearing panties or a bra.

"Holy shit, guys!" the guy's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly pulled off his underwear too. His dick wasn't huge, but quite decent. "Dibs, I'm first!"

"And I'm in the ass!" the fat one laughed.

They started groping Mila's tits, and when milk shot out in fountains from her nipples, they laughed even harder:

"Look, Waffle, a milk fountain! What a fucking stream!"

"Yeah! You can milk her!" the fat one started making movements as if milking Mila. He didn't hold back, yanking on her nipples, releasing many thin streams shooting in all directions.

Mila quickly became wet with milk and, seizing the moment, tore herself from the rapists' hands.

But she didn't get far. The fat one turned out to be the most agile, tripped Mila onto the grass with a sweep, and piled on top of her.

"Ah, you bitch!" the brazen one jumped over and slapped Mila's tit with his palm, right on the nipple. Milk splattered in all directions.

It hurt, and... Pleasurable???

"Guys," the brazen one's eyes lit up, "there's Semyonovsky forest! Let's drag the bitch there to rape her! Cars from the state farm drive here, they'll notice!"

Mila screamed, but... It was useless – no one could hear her.

"Shut your trap, red mare," said the naked guy and shoved his underwear into Mila's open mouth. "Hold this for now, ha-ha-ha!"

While she jerked, trying to spit out the underwear stinking of urine, the fat one lifted her and dragged her by the arm.

The whole company walked for about five minutes – the forest was very close. Mila managed to pull out the underwear and whispered:

"Boys... Boys... let me go! What are you doing?"

They didn't listen.

They went deeper into the thicket, but not too far: a path was visible through the bushes.

"I brought rope," the brazen one laughed and pointed to the small backpack he was carrying. "Let's hang the bitch up and examine her. Like a women's clinic!"

The guys guffawed.

They deftly stretched a thick rope from tree to tree, lifted Mila up, tied her cloth-wrapped wrists and the woman's knees to thick branches of trees on opposite sides of the clearing, and pulled them taut. Mila's thighs spread wide, wide apart and she found herself stretched out in the air with her cunt on display.

"Well, red filly, daddy-doctor has arrived," said the brazen one and was the first to stand between her legs. He started feeling her full thighs, sides, pubis proprietorially, went lower, painfully squeezed her fleshy cunt.

"Guys, the cunt is fucking awesome. And she's wet, imagine! She likes it."

The fat one at this time approached the captive's face:

"So you like it, red slut? Are you a slut for us? Did the whole collective farm fuck you? Did they inseminate the whore? And it's still not enough for you. You want more?"

He pressed his lips to Mila's lips, started pushing his slobbery tongue into her mouth.

The third one at this time started on her tits again, releasing continuous little streams.

The brazen one was feeling Mila's pussy, pulling on the long lips, slapping the emerging little mound, and then abruptly inserted his palm into her vagina.

Mila squealed and thrashed on the ropes, which even through the cloth began to chafe her delicate skin.

"Scream, you fucking whore," the brazen one hissed, looking Mila in the eyes, "we love that."

His hand moved unceremoniously inside her vagina, touched her cervix, stretched the walls. Mila was flowing continuously. She was still struggling, but already in anticipation of an orgasm.

The brazen one abruptly yanked out his palm and Mila squealed, releasing a long stream of urine following the rapist's hand.

"Aaah... more... more... put it in! Put it in, I beg you!!!!!"

The company guffawed.

"I knew she was a fucking slut," declared the brazen one. "Flows like a fountain."

"Her cunt is wider than a bucket," reported the fat one. "Let's check it out."

He approached Mila's crotch and calmly inserted his palm into her vagina, which was fleshier than the previous one.

The woman wasn't screaming anymore, but howling. She was finally hit by the orgasm that had been building up since the manipulations of the pervert gynecologist. Her body was seized by a spasm, jerked in convulsions, as if from electric shocks. Mila trembled finely, her teeth chattered and she passed out, went limp and hung on the ropes.

When she came to, they were fucking her in the ass. Mila slowly lifted her head: the fat one with a blissful smile was slowly rocking her relaxed body, impaling her asshole on his cock and moaning.

Besides the pain in her wrists and under her knees, there was a pleasant relaxation in her body, and the thrusts of the dick only spread waves of pleasure, which, among other things, reached her tits, from which drops of milk were slowly but continuously oozing.

"The bitch is awake," the fat one laughed. "Gonna cum now. Who's next?"

Mila turned her head.

The other two rapists stood naked a little ways off, smoking and muttering something, periodically giggling.

"In a sec," the brazen one turned his head. "I gotta piss. Not on the ground. There's a urinal hanging right there."

All three guffawed, and the fat one groaned loudly right after. Mila felt the contractions of his cumming cockhead.

"Fuck guys I'm cumming..." he panted. "Aaaah... fuck..."

A few seconds later, he pulled his cock out of her ass with a loud squelch, approached Mila's face, shoved the sticky, deflated cockhead into her mouth:

"Lick it clean!"

Mila obediently took the head, started sucking and working her tongue. It tasted bitter and nausea rose in her throat.

"Don't like it?" the fat one laughed. "I don't know anything, that's from your ass, not mine!"

Everyone guffawed again, and the brazen one immediately inserted his limp dick into Mila's vagina. She felt a stream of urine hit her cervix.

"Let's rinse out this red fuckable mare," announced the brazen one, and everyone laughed for the umpteenth time.

"You should've pissed in her ass," the fat one chimed in. "She's got shit in there. Would've given her an enema at the same time. We're gonna be fucking her for a long time yet."

"Too late," the brazen one stepped away, his dick fell out and foul-smelling urine gushed from Mila's vagina after it. "It's not the last time we'll piss, bro!"

Mila wasn't screaming or thrashing anymore. So what? It really was all useless!

At that moment, male voices and laughter came from the direction of the forest path.

Part Two.

The guys, hearing voices on the path, exchanged glances.

"It's the Tajiks from Kovalev's farm, going for lunch," whispered the fat one and started looking for his pants. The other two also began pulling on their clothes.

The voices and laughter got closer, and then there was the crack of branches and the noise of footsteps on the road.

The guys bolted in the other direction.

Mila tried to look at the situation through his eyes: you're walking along like this to lunch, it's hot, a little forest... You go deeper into the thicket to take a piss, and there... A red-haired pregnant woman is hanging on ropes, her legs spread so invitingly, her pussy gaping open, something is actively dripping from it, as well as from her prolapsed asshole with white contents.

Fuck her brains out!

The Tajik sidled up to Mila, greedily examining her round and arousing female body. He turned towards the voices, which had already begun to fade.

He hesitated – call the men?

"Don't, sweetie, don't," Mila whispered. "Just fuck me! Just fuck me and go. Don't call... don't call..."

But the little man shouted loudly and quickly started speaking in his own language.

Mila's eyes lit up: these were DICKS!!! Not only long, at least twenty centimeters each, but with amazingly beautiful round, full heads, and thick at the base like little barrels.

Her pussy ached. She suddenly desperately wanted to be fucked as soon as possible. All these cocks at once. The teenagers had brought her to orgasm once, that's true, but it wasn't really their direct merit. Mila's body was ALREADY wound up. By the exhausting heat, the pregnancy, the gynecologist, who was either really