How I got torn apart at prom.
I had just turned 18 at the time, but I never looked my age — small breasts, a thin, pale body, only 155 cm tall. We had finished our school exams and the girls said we had to celebrate "the deed." I had never drunk before, and besides studying, I hadn't done anything else until the end of 11th grade. The girls took care of everything, and within an hour we were standing in the stairwell with beer. Everyone was drinking; I kept to the side.
"Come on, relax for once, it's all over now, just partying all summer ahead!" said Yana. Yana was my complete opposite — bright, fashionable, sexy, promiscuous, and everyone said she
had been having sex for a long time."Okay," I muttered quietly, then took a sip, a second, a third. My vision blurred slightly, my head spun, and I started feeling cheerful.
"That's the way! To finishing school!" Yana yelled, and six glass bottles clinked in unison.
We finished our drinks and heard someone dial the combination on the intercom and open it, then footsteps coming up to the third floor where we were standing. It was Anton, Max, and their leader — Sokol (or Vad Sokolovsky, but only friends could call him that).
The girls were delighted — after all, the coolest guys, already over 25, had come to us. Only I wasn't happy; their visit immediately put me on edge.
"So, girls, celebrating already? Isn't it a bit early?" asked Sokol.
"It's already allowed," Yana replied ambiguously.
They glanced at us.
"Put the bottles on the floor and get out of here, you too, slut," he clarified to Yana. The girls put down the bottles and we started to leave.
"Ah, no, not so fast. Your crew isn't listening to us," he said, grabbing my shoulder roughly and harshly, so roughly that I let out a slight cry, but for that cry, I immediately received a light slap.
"We'll have a good time together, you can't even imagine how good," the guys said, and something predatory and evil flashed in their eyes.
I had never hung out with boys, always just studied and prepared for exams. I couldn't even imagine what they wanted to do to me...
The girls ran away quickly, leaving me alone with the three guys.
"Sweetie, come here," Anton suddenly grabbed my arm, yanked me toward him, and reached under my skirt. After massaging my pussy, he pressed me hard against the wall.
I hit my head against the wall.
"Spread your legs, and don't even think about struggling. If you scream — we'll beat you up and everyone will know about your shame. Be a good girl — it'll all go quietly," said Max, who hadn't been involved in the matter until then.
"Please, don't, I've never had it before, don't touch me," I managed to whimper pitifully. That was the last thing they allowed me to say.
They started groping me, kneading my small butt, took off my panties, started fingering me. They kneaded me so hard it hurt, but I couldn't scream. The three of them kneaded me like a piece of meat; they forgot I was a living person. Now I was a whore, their whore, and had no right to say a word.
My blouse ripped with a crack — "And she's not even wearing a bra!" Strong, rough hands began touching and kneading my small breasts; someone was harshly feeling up and pinching my butt.
I stood facing the wall, without panties, with my skirt pulled up and without my shirt. Something pressed against my pussy. A cock. A huge, hard cock touched my pussy. I realized they were going to take my virginity now.
"Lube it up, otherwise fucking her will be like fucking a bucket of sand," someone advised Sokol. I was afraid to turn around but understood he was lubing his cock.
"AAAAAH!" — he entered me from behind. I wasn't even sure which of the three was tearing my virgin pussy apart. Someone gagged my mouth; now I could only moan.
A thrust, a second, a third — it hurt so much that tears just rolled onto the rough, hairy hand covering my mouth.
Then they picked me up and sat me on the windowsill by my butt. I saw who had been inside me for the first time in my life — it was Anton, tall, strong, with a grim and angry face. He looked straight into my eyes. "Just squeak, and you'll regret being born," — and he entered again, harder, deeper, rougher. I thought he would fuck me up to my tonsils.
"It hurts, it hurts," I moaned softly. But no one noticed. The guys were already standing and stroking their erect cocks.
Anton started moving faster. It was so hard to take his huge cock. Faster and faster — he came inside me. His cock twitched inside me and I felt warm streams of semen pouring into my little pussy. He pulled his cock out of me and I cried. I thought it was all over, but it had only just begun.
"Put her on all fours," said Sokol. Max immediately took me off the windowsill and put me on all fours between himself and Sokol.
"She won't bite, will she?" Max smirked, and a cock even bigger than Anton's appeared before my face. He brought it to my lips, but I turned away, and immediately received slaps — right, left, right, left. He hit me about 6 or 7 times, hitting hard and with full swings.
He grabbed me by my braid, lifted my tear-stained face to his — "One more stunt like that and you won't be able to walk out of here on your own" — lowered my head, pinched my nose with his hand. Without oxygen, I lasted about 10 seconds, had to open my mouth, where his cock immediately went, all the way to my throat — I started choking.
While Max fucked my mouth, I felt semen dripping drop by drop from my vagina. Max grabbed me by the hair and pulled me onto his cock so that my chin touched his balls, big and hairy.
Something cold on my butt distracted me for a second from the humiliating rape of my mouth. Sticky and cold. I didn't understand why — surely they didn't want to fuck my pussy again, but why lube it, it was already wet and sticky there... How wrong I was.
Something started prodding my butt, trying to pierce my small, sweet butt. The pressure hurt so much I started crying and moaning. I tried to break free, but then received a kick in the stomach from Anton, who had been resting aside until then.
"Try to break free — you'll get even worse. You're a virgin there too, right? We hit the jackpot today! Actually — relax your butt — it won't hurt as much. The more you struggle, the more it hurts."
The head entered my virgin butt with great difficulty. It was insanely painful, more pain than I had ever felt. My body went limp. I no longer understood what they were doing to me. Meanwhile, they were fucking both my butt and my mouth, fucking for a long time, an hour or two, until both came in my butt and mouth simultaneously.
They didn't even pull out of me; it was easier for them to slide my small, limp body off their cocks and throw it aside like a rag.
I lay there, tears rolling down my face. A thread of white semen stretched from my half-open mouth to the gray floor — semen I hadn't swallowed. "You're allowed to swallow only after we leave," these animals said. Semen slowly flowed from my exhausted, torn butt and pussy, stretched by the huge cock, down my legs and onto the floor. They took my panties with them. I lay there in my shoes, skirt, torn shirt, and nothing but tears and semen.
They didn't leave immediately. First, they stood, smoked, looked at me. Someone even touched me with their foot — checking if I was alive or not. They finished the girls' beer. Someone spat on my face and said, "You're a good girl. Get used to it. Now we'll fuck you all the time — if you don't want your shame to be known by the whole school, and then the institute, of course." Finally, one of them spat on my face. Anton said that after the beer he wanted to piss and did it right on me. I didn't cover my face. The stream of urine was on my face, shirt, skirt.
They left. I lay on the cold floor for another 2 hours until I came to my senses. I barely stood up and slowly walked home.
I had never been so humiliated. A straight-A student, a modest girl, a graduate, had been fucked like a cheap whore.
I didn't yet know what awaited me ahead...