Graduation preparation

Perhaps I should introduce myself first. My name is Alice. I just turned 18 not long ago, and until this morning, I was a virgin. I'm in school, and today I was supposed to go to my graduation party.

The weather was excellent — about twenty-five degrees Celsius, with a light breeze. Waking up in a great mood, I started preparing for the graduation party first thing in the morning. Unable to wait, I immediately ran to try on my outfit, bought specially for this celebration: a red dress that barely covered my rounded buttocks, stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. I specifically chose this outfit to get the attention

of my classmates, as I wanted to be the center of attention today. Besides, red suits me so well!

My friends have always been envious of my appearance — a tall, slender figure, elegant long legs with moderately plump thighs, a round butt, firm size C breasts, and a cute, as I've always been told, face with full lips, blue eyes, and bright blonde hair. So, I was getting ready and suddenly realized that all my underwear was visible through the dress. At ten in the morning, all the stores are usually closed, so buying something was very difficult. But there was one more option — the market. I was running out of time, so I put on my makeup and, without changing, went out like that, planning to buy the missing elements of my outfit and head straight to the graduation party.

The streets were deserted, so I quickly and safely reached the clothing market where I intended to buy underwear. The workers there were mostly men of southern appearance, most likely Tajiks and Azerbaijanis. The market was huge, and, as luck would have it, the little shop I needed was somewhere near the opposite exit. I had absolutely no idea how to navigate such a vast area and so I froze in place, not knowing what to do. Some young guy, seeing my confusion, gallantly offered to help me find what I needed.

Naturally, I didn't refuse such a wonderful opportunity, and the gallant stranger pulled me along, confidently weaving through various stalls and kiosks. Rough male voices speaking an incomprehensible language and the sounds of Eastern music came from everywhere. Along the way, I noticed more than once how one trader after another would get distracted from their business and watch me go, following my seductively swaying little butt and slender legs sheathed in stockings with eyes gleaming with lust. I was, of course, very pleased with such open male attention to my body, but their determined faces made me a little nervous. Noticing my state, my guide, whose name, by the way, was Tair, gave a disarming smile and said everything was fine and I shouldn't pay attention to them. For some reason, I immediately felt calmer.

Finally, we reached the lingerie shop, and I went inside while Tair stayed outside, dealing with some business with a trader who approached him. After my brief explanations, the saleswoman began helping me choose the right size and color of underwear. After a bit of choosing, I settled on red, narrow thongs and a lace bra of the same color.

The woman pointed to a door leading to a fitting room and said I could check if the chosen clothes fit me there. I went to try on the underwear, and the saleswoman, shouting that she'd step out for a minute to get a mirror, left the pavilion. After getting dressed, I began happily twirling around, trying to see myself from all sides without a mirror. I really liked what I saw because I looked even more alluring than at home: the bra lifted my already high breasts, and a narrow strip of the panties peeked out from under the dress.

There was very little time left before the start of the celebration, and the saleswoman still hadn't returned. In despair, I went outside, hoping to find her there. The traders around immediately started staring at me, either watching to make sure I didn't steal anything while the owner was away, or simply undressing my seductive figure with their predatory gazes.

Under their stares, I felt extremely uncomfortable, reached into my purse, and suddenly discovered a giant hole in it! Probably someone had cut it while I was pushing through the crowd. But the worst part was that this someone had managed to take out my wallet, which contained all my money. Anxious thoughts flashed through my mind at a terrifying speed. My state was rapidly approaching panic. At that moment, the saleswoman returned, and I tried to explain my situation to her, asking her to let me take the underwear on credit. However, the saleswoman was adamant: she wouldn't let me leave and come back with the money tomorrow and demanded the goods back. I couldn't allow that because my graduation party was at stake! Time was passing, and I was getting more and more nervous. My voice immediately started trembling, which the surrounding male traders immediately noticed. Finally, the saleswoman took pity and said we could try to negotiate with the boss and pointed at that same Tair. I approached him and tearfully begged him to understand my situation, batting my eyelashes sweetly. The guy said:

— Okay, come on. We'll figure something out now. — and smiled.

He was a rather handsome Caucasian guy who inspired trust. I followed him into some back room along with a pack of his subordinate sellers and one security guard. The room was quite cozy, containing two sofas and a large table. Entering and sprawling on the sofa, Tair immediately got down to business:

— So what did you want?

— You see, all my money was stolen, and I'm in a huge hurry! But this purchase is absolutely vital for me! I'll pay you the money tomorrow!

Suddenly, some bearded man around thirty joined the conversation:

— And what did she want to buy from us?

The dark-haired Tair answered him:

— Yeah, some underwear, maybe we should forgive her and let her go, huh guys? — he winked at the other 4 men in the back room.

— Depends on what she took. — the bearded man grimaced.

Then I noticed they were exchanging meaningful glances, secretly examining my gorgeous figure. I realized something terrible was about to happen.

— Asking for us to understand your situation?! Well, we'll understand it right now!

And all four of them started laughing like horses.

— Come on, Abdul, see what kind of little underwear our beauty picked out.

The bearded Abdul quickly approached me and sharply pulled out a large folding knife! I screamed:

— No! What are you doing! Don't come near me! I'm still just a little girl!

— Wow! Even more interesting, I've always dreamed of fucking a pretty schoolgirl in all her holes so hard she'd scream — chimed in a huge, muscular security guard with a bald head, — where are you in such a hurry to? Your graduation?! Well, great! We'll prepare you right now! And they laughed again. I was really scared but didn't know what to do! I tried to scream "Help!" loudly, but Tair immediately covered my mouth with his dirty palm, stained with something black, and with his other hand signaled the fourth trader to stand outside and make sure no one came in!

— Come on, little girl, don't struggle — said Tair. — Do us a favor, don't resist, and we'll let you go. No one will even know about this. Maybe we'll even give you another pair of panties. Right, Abdul?

He nodded his head, smiling with a mouth full of gold teeth, and, suddenly slashing with the knife, cut the dress. I was left in front of the rapists wearing only the ill-fated red lace underwear I had just so carefully chosen and my beloved stockings, which emphasized the length and slenderness of my legs. Tair pulled me by the waist and pressed me tightly against himself.

Ignoring my weak attempts to break free, he began rather roughly kneading my breasts, moved down to my stomach, even lower, lingering on my buttocks.

Not stopping there, the guy painfully bit into my

lips, visibly enjoying it.

— Well then, shall we give the little girl some joy? — Said one of them, causing another burst of laughter.

— And the blonde's ass isn't bad, firm, just begging to get acquainted up close — Tair grabbed my butt again, — and her legs are a sight: long, slender — just a treat!

— Let me go. — I pleaded pitifully.

— And we will let you go. In a circle. — they just laughed in response.

Then the ugly Abdul and the huge bald muscleman (as I understood later, his name was Zhora) came closer. I started crying and begging for mercy, but it made no impression on them whatsoever. Meanwhile, Tair was methodically freeing my body of everything he considered unnecessary on it. With a sharp movement, he tore the panties from my hips, leaving no more room for imagination, but he had to fuss with the bra clasps tightening my breasts. But finally, that piece of clothing also flew to the side, presenting for everyone to see the uncovered, beautiful, young, firm maiden breasts. Now I stood before them only in lace stockings and heels.

Before I could blink, the men were already standing with their pants down, vigorously massaging their organs in their hands.

— Well then, shall we try something interesting? One explores this wonderful ass, the second works on the mouth, and the third she helps with her hand? — one suggested.

— Yes, yes. Let's hurry up already. — another responded hastily.

I tried to break free, kicking (since Tair was already holding my hands), but this only excited the rapists even more, and the bald one slapped me across the face!

— Please, just not in the ass. I'm still little, I can't take it! You'll tear me! — I whimpered.

— Well, you shouldn't have dressed like a whore and wandered around the city, wiggling your cute, appetizing buns. You'll be punished for that. Let's begin.

— At least use condoms. — I pleaded with them pitifully.

— Afraid of catching something? — the traders roared with laughter.

— Yes, I'm afraid.

— You'll survive somehow.

I squealed from a sense of doom and helplessness and immediately received a blow to the stomach and, almost choking, doubled over. Tair immediately took advantage of the convenient pose and pushed me chest-first onto the sofa. After falling, my butt ended up in a raised position, my buttocks spread apart, and all the splendor of my appetizing, juicy maiden ass was presented to the men.

— She's a virgin! What a gift! I'll be the first with such a young, fresh little girl. — Tair exclaimed.

Feeling a hard cock pressing against my ass, I instinctively jerked, and my anus convulsively tightened.

— Don't! — I begged. — it will hurt me! Please! I'll suck you all off! Just don't do thi... aaaaaah.

Spreading my buttocks apart with his hairy paws, Tair placed the head of his cock against the wrinkled ring of my anus and, pressing hard, pushed forward. The cock slowly penetrated my tight, maiden anal opening, and I began to breathe intermittently and rapidly, trying to cope with the unbearable pain. But the guy didn't care at all. Finally, the cock plunged into my anus to the base. It was very tight inside. From the wild pain, everything went dark before my eyes. Twitching on the cock like a butterfly pinned on a pin, I only made it worse for myself. And he burst out laughing and only sped up the pace, continuing to move rhythmically, holding onto my buttocks and ignoring my desperate cries and moans. His hairy, heavy balls slapped lightly against the white, firm cheeks.

Meanwhile, Abdul positioned himself right in front of my face, forcibly opened my mouth, and, inserting his cock, began to fuck it broadly. I resignedly tried to wrap my lips around it, but that plan failed because he, grabbing the back of my head with both hands, tried to shove his cock right down my throat, causing a gag reflex. His movements quickened, I choked on the huge cock and so tried to push him away, but Abdul liked it even more that way.

Zhora also reminded me of his presence, forcing me to wrap my tender little hand around his huge, tense cock and make measured up-and-down movements.

For several minutes, only the animalistic grunts of the males who had taken possession of a first-class female, the doomed moans of the victim, and the squelching sounds made during the enjoyment came from the room.

Abdul was the first to lose control, pressing my head right against his crotch and letting out a triumphant cry, he began to spill directly into my throat, forcing me to hastily swallow and giving me no chance to avoid it. The stream of cum that gushed out was so great that at one point the prospect of choking didn't seem so unlikely to me. Finishing his eruption, he released my head, wiped his cock on my face, and stepped away from the sofa. Coughing convulsively, I tried to come to my senses, and all the cum I couldn't swallow flowed down from my lips to my chest in a small waterfall, dripping onto the sofa and forming little puddles there. Finding such a picture quite piquant, Abdul took out his mobile phone and took a couple of photos of my cum-covered face, twisted in pain.

After him, Tair also approached the finish line. He sharply increased his pace, his cock swelled even more, becoming simply huge and causing unbearable pain to my ass. Wheezing, the guy began to discharge directly into my rectum. After pouring out everything without a trace, he painfully pinched my buttock and also stepped aside, taking out a cigarette.

The bald muscleman, unlike his comrades, needed much more time. Tired of being satisfied with just a hand, he picked me up under the butt and flipped me onto my back. Pulling the shoes off my legs, he placed my small, neat maiden feet, sheathed in nylon, on his cock and, controlling the amplitude with both hands, began to caress his dick with them. But finally, he too couldn't hold back and, speeding up the pace, shot his whitish fluid at me, covering all my legs, hair, and face.

For a few moments, silence settled in the room, broken only by heavy breathing: mine from pain, theirs from pleasure. My anus was burning with fire, my whole body ached, the stockings tightly hugging my elegant legs were soaked through with the lubricant that had secreted from the cock they had just brought to ecstasy a minute ago, and now they squelched disgustingly every time they touched something hard. My entire face, chest, legs, and ass, from which white fluid was still oozing, were covered with a thick mass that was gradually drying and turning into a crust.

I gloomily thought that this day, which had seemed so promising at first, turned out to be the worst in my life and, like a sleepwalker, picking up the remains of my luxurious dress, I trudged towards the exit. I hadn't even taken a couple of steps when I was stopped by Tair's sharp shout:

— Hey, stop! Where do you think you're going, whore, I'm not done with you yet. You still have something that no longer belongs to you.

I stared at him with an uncomprehending look.

— Your virgin pussy, silly girl. — the trader grinned.

I groaned, understanding that my torment for today was not over yet and that resistance was useless.

— Come here, you little slut. — Tair invitingly patted the sofa.

Giving him a hateful look, I slowly approached. Roughly grabbing me by the hair, he threw me onto the sofa again, displaying my juicy, young, and, more importantly in this situation, virgin pussy to