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He was following her in a dark park. She did not see him, but she instinctively quickened her steps, loudly clicking with her heels on the asphalt. Her long legs, round butt under the jean skirt, wasp waist and plump boobs… He wanted all of it at once… The only thought he had in his mind at this moment was just brutal forced sex… Yeah, he gotta make this bitch cum. Slowly following the girl he admired her charming silhouette outlined in the wan light of the curved street lamps which hardly lit up the park space. He looked around to make sure that no more predators were looking out for a seductive victim here. Read the rest of this entry »
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That day started as usual. The lessons in our college were over. They were held as always.
But, let`s leave this out.
Ever been forced to fuck a girl or raped by girls? Sounds like a good idea, eh… But I don’t think so. It happened on a cold and snowy day, when we were coming home from our college. Suddenly, my cell phone rang and a girl’s voice asked me to come up to the back sight of the factory (it is near our college). My friend and I thought that it must have been our homegirls. But, when we came up to the appointed place, there was nobody there. We decided that somebody played a trick on us. After we went through the factory we bumped into a crowd of chicks (about 15). One of them shouted: “Hold him up”. We just got frightened and decided to run away. The girls pursued us (they seemed to be about 16-20 years old) and when they caught us they tied up our hands and legs. Then they began beating us… Badly… We cried, but nobody heard us (we did not understand why they were doing it to us). Afterwards, they tore up my white BOSS T-shirt and jeans, took off all our gold. When they stripped us naked they began to jeer at us saying that our cocks were too small. The girls slipped their fingers into our assholes and began sucking on our cocks by turns. Read the rest of this entry »
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I’m 23. Not long ago I graduated from the University where I studied social sciences. I got a job as a social worker at college. My duties included talking to the so-called difficult kids and helping them avoid problems in future. I was given a list of my mixed-up youngsters when I entered upon my duties. The list contained students’ names and all their “achievements”.
Dowell Zuravski, a senior student was the first one on the list. I decided to start out my social activity with talking to the student… I found out where his class was according to the schedule and went there. When I came in I saw a group of three students, Dowell was among them. I came up to him and said I’d like to talk to him after classes in my office. Read the rest of this entry »
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At that day, the disco was so-so. There were no strangers out there, only country-men. Among the local youth there was a girl named Nina Drulya. She had come from Moscow for a weekend. Drulya was a beautiful girl, in fashionable Moscow clothes and with a make-up on her face she looked perfectly. Almost all men stared at her. Unfortunately, she was not alone. Drulya came with her boyfriend, rather a big bull wearing something like camouflage. When it got dark they were gone. We left the stuffy club fumed with smoke to have a cigarette.
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I started throwing stones into the window of my room where I lived together with two girls. One of my room-mates woke up at last and leaned out of the window. She couldn’t figure out what has happened but then she threw down my dress and I put it on. I didn’t enter the door, I climbed up the fire escape ladder and my room-mate opened the door. She looked at me as if I were an alien. “What’s happened?” I told her that “I had a romantic adventure. And I had to leave my clothes as a loan.”
I washed myself, I washed all the mud of that night, I washed the sperm out of my hair… and I couldn’t help satisfying myself. Read the rest of this entry »
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“I warn you, if I see you wearing such a short skirt, you’ll be fucked up by all my gang, do you see that, fucking whore?” the third guy raised his voice and I nodded. How scary, fucking gangster, but that’s about extreme rape!
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The third guy was tearing my blouse and throwing pieces of fabric into the toilet bowl. To be more exact it was not the toilet bowl, there were holes in the floor with the cement stands for the feet, and water was running inside those holes all the time, I don’t know the name of the system, maybe john or something. Such rape porn you know. While I was thinking about it Bastard dealt shortly with my skirt, threw the pieces down on the floor.
They smoked. Baldhead was the first to shake off ashes on my body. “Dirty bitch…” Read the rest of this entry »
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They both shot their semen all over my face, one guy, then another, a little later like in those rape movies. There wasn’t much juice that time. I don’t believe when someone tells about a man who can pop a nut five times during one session (there are very few who really can do that) “…and she felt thick and impetuous streams of love liquor fill her cunt” or “and again heavy milk streams gushed into her mouth”… as water from the valve. It’s nonsense! It can’t be true! I never met such giants and I can tell you I’m an experienced girl. The sperm was trickling down into my eyes mixed with the mascara, my eyes were tingling, I was trying to wipe myself but there was such a mess on my face that I just made worse. It was trickling down my chin and my breast…
And when I just heaved a sigh the guys both took their cocks out and started peeing on me. I think they made plans to do that before. I don’t like that, never liked, but what could I do? I just was trying to evade, but their urine reached me anyway. They were drinking beer, so there was a lot of liquid inside their bodies. The streams were intense, if you ever tried a hydro-massage shower, you may understand what I felt. Threatening they made me keep my mouth open and swallow everything that got there. So, that was a kind of a urine therapy. Read the rest of this entry »
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The third guy, Baldhead came back soon for a piece of extreme sex, he must have gone to the nearest beer stand. He brought three bottles of beer and a bottle of mineral water, gave them to his fellows and went to the piss-bowl. He didn’t feel shy. Bastard did the same thing. I was sitting on my knees near the wall waiting for further abuse fatefully.
Baldhead asked why my lips were bleeding. The guys explained that Bastard taught me to be polite, and Baldhead remarked that such bitches as I was had to be always taught. Next guy came to me but I asked to drink first. There was no answer, Baldhead said he’s not going to drink after such a sucker, but he would leave me a little to drink. “We’re humans, eh?” Read the rest of this entry »
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The rest-room was dirty, it was worse than our dorm’s WC but a little better than the one at the bus station. Anyway, it was dirty, of course, and it smelled awfully, and the floor was wet…
They pulled my G-string off in a jiff, they did it even before they pulled my skirt off. The guys didn’t pay any attention to my whining, my tears and prays. I was standing in the middle of that closet covering myself with my hands and my bag, the guys were coming closer and closer. They looked at my stockings once again under the light, those were back seam stockings, thin, flesh-tone and that made the guys think that I was definitely a whore. They said something insulting about that. Read the rest of this entry »
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