Drunken Beauty and Company

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— Stop crying!

The voice was rough and dismissive.

Tears streamed down my face, I bit my lip until it hurt to keep from sobbing out loud, but I couldn't stop the tears.

— What are you crying for, you fool? The guys are all our own, no one's going to tell anyone. And you're bawling like you've already been posted online.

I sniffled and desperately started wailing, I couldn't hold back.

— Okay, crybaby. Bend over the sink. Let me fix your mug. What a pretty little face we have, such a neat little nose, lips like roses.

I listened.

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The guy laughed and then continued in a coaxing tone.

— A beauty like you shouldn't cry. Especially over trifles. Only our own people saw us. Lieutenants from the clan. Ah. You wouldn't understand… — Mitya splashed handfuls of water right on my face, — Dasha, we're always filming each other. Last week we lost a bet with a buddy and danced twerking naked on the roof of the institute. Our guys filmed it, they were cracking up, the bastards… Remember, have you seen the news online "Med students shake their asses under the heavens"?

I slowly shook my head. I hadn't seen it.

— Well, you won't see yourself either. But what a thrill it was — you, so beautiful, all sexy, everyone watching you, mouths agape, blown away with delight.

I looked at him doubtfully out of the corner of my eye.

— What does our princess have on her Facebook? "There is only one value in the world — me. There is only one opinion — mine." Right?

I nodded uncertainly.

— So live by your own interests. Fuck the way you like. With whoever you want. Love yourself, screw everyone else, and success awaits you in life.

I sniffled with interest. A good motto, I should remember it.

Mitya had already washed my face and was now intently soaping my neck and shoulders.

He bent down and kissed my forehead.

— You're my bitch.

I giggled and swayed.

— Whoa, steady, horsey.

The guy groped my tits proprietorially, running his hands over them, sliding from the base to the nipples. He squeezed sharply, pulling the nipples upward, causing involuntary squeals and trembling in my legs.

— And my horsey will obey me unquestioningly, without crying or fussing, understood?

And he twisted my nipples.

From the pain and pleasure I had to stand on tiptoe, stretching taut. I nodded rapidly.

I know how to obey, if someone takes care of me and makes me feel good. It's not hard.

— That's a good girl.

The guy lazily ran his palm over my body, clean to the point of squeaking. He slapped my buttock, sending a herd of goosebumps across my thighs.

And suddenly he bent me sharply over the edge of the bathtub. I had to grab the side to keep from falling.

— Ow, what are you doing, Mitya?

Warm fingers pushed between my legs and entered my vagina roughly. Hhh — I exhaled from the surprise. I was being fucked roughly, and in a way I'd never been fucked with a cock before, thoroughly and sharply.

— Mityaaaa, — I moaned, arching my back.

There were more fingers now, they clenched and spread. They're going to tear me apart, ah yyy.

I wiggled my ass and got a ringing slap.

— No rushing, no wiggling that rump. It'll all happen now.

Mitya squatted down, primly spread my delicate labia apart and spat inside. I trembled. He rubbed with his fingers, touching my clit, pulling out moans. And started pushing something in, something cold and hard.

He slapped my twitching butt painfully, — Stand still, I told you!

Something strange was entering me, forcing the walls apart with difficulty. Mitenka slapped my clit, helping me cope. I had to relax and try to accept the unknown thing into myself.

After hearing my moan, he chuckled, and holding the object inside, began forcefully spanking both my buttocks.

It hurt to flinch, so I had to curl up under the blows and endure. Then my ass caught fire and it even started to feel good, hot and wet.

The object was moved a little, rubbing against the swollen, wet folds of desire.

And suddenly he pulled my butt right up to the wall, pressing it against it, muttering: "now the filling won't fall out."

What the hell is in there… I cautiously moved my hips. Nope, can't tell.

— Want a drink?

I nodded in agreement, it was just the time for a drink, such stress needs to be washed down. Yes-yes.

And I rocked my butt against the wall. Oh, it's cold inside. Hard. Niceee. If you rock, you can feel it going in and out.

Mitya sat on the edge of the bathtub, pulling his jeans down to his knees and exposing his half-erect cock.

— First, the watering hole is here, — he pulled my hair and stroked my lips with the head — come on, whinny before the watering hole, my horsey.

— Neigh — I said uncertainly, and received a juicy head in my mouth as a prize for being compliant.

Sucking, I rocked toward the wall, ooh, the hard object hit right at the core, and then back to Mitya's handsome. Again to the wall, yyeah, cool.

I'm sucking, Mitya's great, guiding rhythmically. I even closed my eyes. I'm a good girl and a beauty, a cool guy is crazy about me, and as for people peeping, pfff, let them watch and be jealous. I cheered up and started sucking more actively.

Someone shouted in the hallway. Someone greeting someone. Damn, they won't let me relax in peace. I scrunched up my nose in displeasure.

The door slammed.

— Dimka, where are you? We're here!

— I'm here, in the bathroom.

My god gripped my head tightly as it jerked, trying to get off the cock, turned me slightly to the side and gently stroked my eye with a finger as it rolled around in fright.

— Guys, I have sweet Dasha visiting, the prettiest girl in our school. I value her very, very much, and she obeys me very, very much. Right, horsey?

My frightened-embarrassed mooing.

— Mityka, you're a god, — someone exhaled.

I even stopped twitching. How do they know what I call him in my thoughts?

Someone stroked my butt.

— No, Sanya, my Dasha doesn't appreciate affection. Slap her.

A loud slap and my moan. The bastard moved the object, ah, feels so good. I even sucked once out of inertia.

Something metallic scraped against the wall. Amid the guffaws of several throats, my butt was pulled away from the wall, and they started tugging on the object. Trembling, I tried to clench my butt, but they moved the object back and forth, drawing sparks from my eyes.

— Fucking hell, did you shove hair gel in her pussy?

Hair gel? In me? There?

Pulling out and tossing the gel that clattered on the tiles underfoot, the guy from behind shoved his already excitedly standing cock into my wet hole. Is that such a quick reaction, or were they driving here in the car like that, having watched the video?

— Let's get acquainted, I'm Sanya, — he said, panting, — We've heard about you. Was it you who called Mityka a wanker in public at the graduation?

— Oh, forget it already. Who's going to call me a wanker when I have a horsey.

I was encouragingly patted on the cheek.

It was awesome from both sides. My thoughts flowed smoothly and a bit murkily.

Mitya turned out to be completely unforgetful, everything's just awesome, why am I stressing. And I blinked and smiled as much as I could with a cock in my mouth.

— Is she, like, drunk?

Ugh, how rude.

— Don't listen to them, horsey, let's go to the room. There's a little champagne left.

Pulling me off the cocks, swaying and giggling under the slaps of the two newcomers, Mitya dragged me by the hand into the room, sat me on his lap. And to applause, he beautifully finished feeding me the remains from the bottle, again tipping it and holding it like a baby bottle.

I was supposed to clasp my hands behind my back and lick the neck. At a slap — pull away and say "neigh".

Everyone, including me, liked the game. The champagne was replaced with wine that was promptly brought, and my breasts and butt became covered with rosy spots from palms.

I almost fell off Mitya's lap from laughter. kkiss18.net I was seeing red-haired Sanya for the first time, but the fair-haired Arkhip turned out to be my former classmate, he sat in the next row. Now he was silently gawking at me and constantly licking his lips.

In the end, they spread a blanket right on the floor. Mityka decided to play horsey after all. The horsey was put on all fours, Sanya took the belt off his trousers and put it on as a bridle.

Mitya rode first. He pulled my head up with the belt, and fucked me very sweetly. How he drove into me. Oone and inside,

into the core, into the flesh. Squeezing my throat with the tightened belt, arching me like a bow. Juices from my pussy ran down my legs.

— Take it, take it. Feel it, feel who's in charge here?

Sometimes I don't understand Mitya. Boys can be such boys.

Mitya wheezed and sped up.

— Guys, are you filming?

— You offend us, dude, it's all going to the story.

I imagined myself in the story, a beautiful horsey on video under the riding cool Mitya and started to cum. For the first time in my life screaming with pleasure. "Tossing her rump," — as Mitya later put it.

He himself preferred to water the horsey. While Sanya was climbing on top of me, Mitya practically hammered into my mouth and came, just twitching. Like under an electric current.

— Drink, cunt, ooh.

Semen dripped from my mouth, I just couldn't swallow fast enough.

Under Sanya, I collapsed. I needed to rest. My legs wouldn't hold me at all.

So the guy just flipped me over. Fucking me, he grabbed my breasts, stretched and squeezed them. When Mitya tied one of them with the belt so it made a figure eight, I came under Sanya too. Quietly convulsing and scratching the blanket with my long red nails. My manicure is ruined, — flashed vaguely in my head, — need to make an appointment with the nail tech tomorrow.

Then Sanya watered the horsey. I stuck out my tongue, and Sanya milked his cock onto the flat of my tongue. The guys filmed on their phones and said it looked very beautiful.

Music was blaring outside the door, someone was shouting. The party continued both with them and with us.

They were teaching Arkhip as a whole company. I started laughing, which embarrassed him completely. In the end, Mitya held me by the neck, squeezing so I'd be quiet. And Sanya, who had sincerely come to love my large breasts with long nipples, simply lifted them by the nipples up and to the sides, and pulled on them with pleasure.

Another knot was twisting inside me. The pain brought mind-blowing pleasure. I wanted to beg, plead for an orgasm, but I couldn't breathe. I just clawed at the blanket and the wooden floor with my nails.

In the end, Arkhip started moving jerkily, looking at my red, wheezing face and my breasts pulled up.

— Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, — he whispered and hurried, as if he'd cut in line and was about to be thrown out, — How I dreamed about you, fuck.

He probably knew something when he hurried, because the guy, the son of the apartment owners, flew into the room without knocking and yelled: "Scram! The parents are home! My aunt will kill me! Hide the whore!"

— Where to hide?!

— Drag her to the storage room! Follow me!

Right on the blanket, these characters lifted me and carried me somewhere down the hallway.

Behind us, sadly running and buttoning his pants, was Arkhip, who never became a full-fledged man.

After tossing my stunned, overexcited self into a tiny little room with some shelves on the walls, the guys clicked the lock and stampeded back like a herd.

— Well, geez, — was all I managed to say.

Getting up was lazy, hard, and pointless. Drowsiness came on its own, relaxing my heated body.

Exactly until Arkhip quietly slipped through the door.

— Sorry, just a little bit, — he said.

And sweetly fuck