I took my boyfriend's friend in my mouth

I want to share a story that happened to me several years ago. I was dating a guy at the time, his name was Alexander. We were together for about a month, but during that time we weren't intimate because we were constantly surrounded by his friends. One day, Sasha went away on a work trip for a whole week. The next day, two of his friends came over and suggested we go for a walk along the river. I was hesitant, not really wanting to go, but they insisted, and I agreed. As the evening wore on, the embankment became less crowded. The beer I'd had relaxed me a bit, and I stopped worrying. My friends seemed friendly and sociable, and I didn't feel threatened by them. Everything was going fine until the beer ran out and one of the guys went to the store. I was left alone with Denis—that was the name of the other guy. He suggested we walk a little further. At first, I refused, but he was persistent, and we went. He took my hand and led me down a narrow path toward a deserted area. Gradually, I began to realize what this could lead to. I tried to break free, but I didn't have the strength. He pushed me to the ground and started pulling my clothes off. I wanted to scream, but he covered my mouth and threatened to kill me if I made a sound. Screaming was useless—there was no one around. A couple of minutes later, I was already lying naked. He began touching me with his fingers, and with his other hand, he unbuttoned his pants, taking out his aroused organ. "Do you want to try? Or should I force you?" he asked, his voice threatening. “Please, don’t… I’ve never done this,” I begged. But he ignored my words, grabbed my head, and forced me to take him into his mouth. It was terrifying—he pushed him so deep that I felt like gagging. I could see how it was turning him on. Only one thought was running through my head: after this, I wouldn't be able to look my boyfriend in the eyes. I tried to relax to ease the pain. At some point, he pulled his penis out of my mouth and began fingering me again. I was completely dry, and he wet his fingers in my mouth and began caressing me. To my bukvoeb.run surprise, I noticed my body starting to respond. After a few minutes, I became wet, and no matter how much I denied it, I began to feel a strange pleasure. At some point, I even wanted more. "Well, are you wet already? Do you want me? Come on, take it in your mouth yourself, and I'll fuck you properly!" he said. I silently dropped to my knees and did so, not understanding why. I began to move deeper, hearing myself moan with unexpected pleasure. He stopped me, laid me down on the scattered things, and began to enter me. His size amazed me—I had never felt anything like it. It was tight, but with each movement he sped up, muffling my moans with his hand. Then he abruptly flipped me over onto my stomach, pushed me onto my knees, and continued with such speed and force that I felt pain from the way he squeezed my hips. Suddenly, I realized he was about to cum. I tried to break free, but he didn't let me. Pulling out, he ejaculated onto my buttocks. A hot stream ran down my body. This is what happened to me, leaving mixed feelings and memories of incredible sex.