Experience of passing around
Hi, my name is Anya. This is my first story; if anyone likes it, let me know, and I'll write more. I'm trying to improve and write better.
I want to tell a story that changed my life. It's connected, of course, to sex, and since that's the case, I should probably describe myself. After all, the physical is important, isn't it?
second size, but firm and pleasantly shaped. My legs are slender, with neat little toes—my ex-boyfriend noted this fact repeatedly, he really liked them. I love dresses with open shoulders, I wear my hair down, it reaches my shoulder blades. I think I've created a general impression, so we can get down to business.A little over three years ago, my boyfriend and I went to a barbecue with mutual friends. Three girls, four guys. I was the only one in a steady relationship with Denis; the others were free birds and could easily make two couples plus the grumpy sober driver who would have to stack us like firewood if we got drunk. Everyone expressed an intention to indulge in drinking, and I didn't object. I'm not a fan of alcohol or getting drunk. But I can drink with company. Yulia and Sveta, my friends. They were also not averse to partying in good company. I didn't have a single bad thought.
It was a pleasant late summer evening, a light breeze didn't chill us when we unloaded from the cars and walked as a group from the road to a cozy clearing behind a scrawny grove. The Volga bank greeted us with a picturesque panorama of mighty, calm blue, ending at the cliff edge. Silence and seclusion reigned here, not a living soul in sight. We set up folding chairs under the nearest tree, and arranged a grill opposite. The guys started cooking, meanwhile starting a typical male conversation about work, cars, and politics. Us girls spread out a wide, thick oilcloth, set up an improvised kitchen on it, and got to work on the side dishes. Bottles of vodka, cognac, and martini waited nearby.
Cooking didn't take much time. Working was easy with the cheerful laughter of friends. The juicy shashlik combined with the landscape seemed especially tasty. Then it was time for drinks. I modestly drank martini. At some point, it seemed to have an unusually bitter aftertaste. Then one of the guys suggested that we girls stop flirting and drink at least a little vodka. Everyone, including my Denis, supported his joke. The three of us took a sip from the glass.
I woke up the next day at my place, naked and in bed. erotic stories I didn't remember how the evening ended at all. My head was terribly sore, obviously from a hangover. Fortunately, it was a day off, and I managed to rest. I tried to call Denis, but he didn't answer. And in the evening, going online, I found about a dozen messages in my VK private messages from Sveta and Yulia.
I still remember the first impressions. A link to a video with the caption: "Anya, what is this?!" and "What to do?!" The video itself is titled "Anyka the slut passed around." With a frozen heart, I click "start."
The frame shows yesterday's clearing, the riverbank. The voice of one of the guys, I think Igor, sounds off-camera:
— So our girl has reached the right condition.
The camera moves, capturing the extinguished grill, the setting sun, the cheerfully smiling Vadim, another acquaintance, and stops. In the frame, a tree and folding chairs. On one of them, legs spread wide, sits my Denis. And in front of him, on my knees, stands me, easily recognizable in my pink top, matching skirt, and favorite shoes. My blonde head moves up and down while Denis squints contentedly and looks at the camera.
— Our little Anya is really feeling it, — Igor says off-camera. — Anyutka does it well.
Denis nods in agreement and raises a thumb in approval. Igor comes closer and stands to the side. The camera shows me in profile. My full lips slide along Denis's cock, I smack my lips, sucking the tense flesh with my eyes closed.
— Anya loves cocks, — Vadim laughs. Denis puts his hands on my head and strokes it, making me move the way he likes better. I'm obviously drunk, kind of sluggish, not reacting at all to the presence of others. Did I really get that drunk yesterday?! I don't have sex in public!
Meanwhile, Denis makes me pull away. I stand on my knees in front of him, licking my lips. My gaze is completely insane.
— Do you like it? — I mumble drunkenly.
Vadim comes up from behind and puts a hand on my shoulder.
— Let's undress the beauty.
He pulls the dress straps off my shoulders and pulls it down.
— Hey… — I mumble just as incoherently.
My fragile shoulders are exposed, my breasts covered by a pink bra. I don't resist. Vadim makes me stand up, pulls me by the hands. I, swaying, get up, and he pulls the dress down to my hips, it slides down my legs and falls into the grass. Denis leans over and makes me step from foot to foot, freeing myself from the rags. Now I'm in just my underwear. Vadim's hands slide over my skin, he touches my thighs, sides, stomach, reaches my breasts.
— Smooth little bitch… — he whispers and grabs the bra clasp. It gives way easily, and now I'm weakly trying to cover my exposed breasts with my hands. Denis pulls my hands away, and Vadim grabs my panties. — M-m-m, what an ass.
— She lets me do it in there, — Igor laughs while Vadim pulls down the panties.
— She'll let me do it now too, — Vadim grabs me by the shoulder and makes me step aside. The camera captures the oilcloth cleared of food. Vadim pushes me, and I fall to my knees, right onto the oilcloth. He pulls the panties all the way off. Igor films my ass in close-up while I myself obediently stay on all fours. A rustling is heard, and Vadim, pulling down his pants, appears in the frame. Igor walks around us and stands in front, filming my half-asleep face. Vadim grabs some lube.
— Gonna fill her up? — Igor asks.
— You bet, — Vadim lubes me up from behind and starts jerking off. His cock is already hard and getting even harder. He grabs my ass and starts rubbing his cock against my buttocks, leaving wet marks. — M-m-m, what a sweet little slut. Now I'm gonna get you in the ass…
— M-m-m… — I moo. — Don't…
But Vadim doesn't listen. Spreading my buns, he starts inserting his cock into my anus. I groan in pain and try to jerk, but Vadim holds me tight. The cock enters my ass, I can't hold myself up on my arms and fall face-first into the ground. I'm obviously in pain, but Vadim feels good. He growls contentedly and pushes his cock deeper. I tremble and try to say something, and he starts moving. Vadim fucks me in the ass and looks at the camera.
— Ooh… — he says. — Tight, awesome!
— That's how sticky our Anyutka is, — Igor comments. — Sugar ass.
— Yeah… — Vadim pants. Continuing to forcefully thrust his cock into my poor ass. I just lie there face down and moan.
Igor lowers the camera, and it becomes visible as he unbuckles his belt and lowers his jeans. His cock is standing at attention, straining his underwear. Pulling them down, Igor starts jerking off and again aims the camera at Vadim fucking me. Suddenly I lift myself up and let out a deep groan when he thrusts in again. My drunken eyes look up at Igor from below.
— Well, little bunny? — Igor asks. — Ready?
I don't say anything, only make an unusually stupid expression. Igor takes a step forward and aims the camera at his cock, which he directs towards my face with his hand. I lift myself up and am back on all fours.
— Come on, Anyutka, — he pokes the head against my cheek. — Take it in your cheek.
I only moan in response while Vadim pounds my ass from behind. When my mouth opens slightly, Igor shoves his cock into my lips. I mechanically accept it, and Igor's hand rests on the back of my head.
— Suck… — he says and starts moving his hips, making me swallow the cock deeper. I obey, and my lips again start caressing the cock, only now it's not my boyfriend's. I obediently move my head, taking Igor's hot piston, and the phone camera in his hand shakes. I moan muffledly and breathe heavily while the guys fuck me in two holes.
— Come here… — Denis's voice is heard, and the camera passes into his hands. Now he films us from the side. Me, all skinny and pale, with my ass sticking out, standing between two guys with their pants down, one fucking my rear, and me sucking off the other, completely out of it. The picture is just like in a porno, only I'm the star. My back arches, I weakly writhe between the two cocks. Igor holds my head, impaling me on his tool. Vadim moves rhythmically and holds my ass firmly. A couple of times he slaps it with his palm. Minutes pass in moans and sighs.
— O-o-o, come on, come on, Anya… — Igor finally exhales and starts moving his pelvis, speeding up the rhythm. He fucks my mouth and suddenly pulls out his swollen cock. I continue to sway for Vadim, and Igor jerks off in front of my face, ready to cum. — Lick them…
He shoves his big balls in my face, and I, oh horror, start licking them with my tongue. His cock touches my face, Igor himself literally melts with pleasure. And then he cums. A tight stream of semen hits my face, making me squint.
— Come on now… — Denis's voice is heard as Igor steps away from me, still on all fours. Vadim continues to thrust into my ass. And now my moans are heard, in which pain, pleasure, and intoxication merge into one. Denis hands the phone to Igor, and he films as Vadim leaves my ass alone. I see them making me sit on Denis, who has lain down on the tablecloth. His cock sticks out like a spire. I sit on Denis's stomach, Vadim positions himself behind me. Denis gropes my breasts, tweaks my nipples, and I giggle stupidly. Vadim hugs me from behind and runs his tongue along my neck.
— Oh, what a little whore… — he says, and Denis grabs me by the waist and makes me sit on his cock. I groan loudly and immediately start moving like a rider. Vadim pushes me in the back, making me lie on Denis, and inserts his cock into my ass again, slowly and powerfully.
I lie between the two guys, squeezed by their sweaty bodies. One cock moves in my ass, the second pounds my clearly visible pussy from below. I moan and cry out while the guys enjoy my holes, and my completely exposed face with traces of semen expresses the pleasure inherent in a drug-addicted whore. Vadim grabs my hair and makes me arch my back.
— Beauty, — Igor laughs off-camera.
Then Vadim starts to cum. He doesn't pull out, and the semen shoots right into my ass, making the guy firmly grab my butt cheeks and squeeze them.
— A-a-a, bitch, ye-e-es…
Denis cums right after him, but manages to pull out, and the viscous seed splashes onto the tablecloth. I, sitting at the computer, numb, feel a momentary relief—they were without condoms.
The frame cuts abruptly, and the cliff is visible again. Below, on a narrow sandbar, I stand, swaying, and Denis washes me with river water. The camera turns away, Vadim is eating shashlik back at the old spot. He waves his hand at the lens. And then the video ends.
When it ended, I sat motionless for about five minutes, not believing what I had just seen. It turned out that I got so drunk that not only was I fucked by three guys. But they also posted a video of the process online! And Denis… how could he?!
I immediately started reading the messages from my girlfriends. It was only the beginning…