History_16_My first GANGBANG

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn people... I beg you...
For reading History, thank you very much.... but...
whoever wanted to write something has already done it a long time ago... as they say, the way is a spoon for dinner.. now it all looks like I’m asking you to raise your topic with new comments...
no need to ask you very much.. it looks funny.. seriously... maybe the first three to four days I would love to chat with you here about History.... but now... I myself have completely cooled down to it... so....

[Eustace]

I myself have already completely cooled down...

in the sense of

[Sibiryak89]

Natali_Natali, Excellent as always)

thanks for the feedback)))...

Thanks for frankness, tough for me, but great for you, I understand. Are you doing the same now?

[0dlb0]

no need, I beg you..

Is it possible to close comments or a topic?

[Jolly Roger]

Gentlemen, gentlemen You should be more careful there with such comments.

Is it possible to close comments or a topic?

She will now take it and close it. And not just comments. 0dlb0, maybe you can write for her? If not, then just shut up. I understand that in your area there are those who write But for some reason ours stopped writing.

[0dlb0]

If not, then just keep quiet.

In general, the question was not directed at you. OK?

[Denach]

Yes, I didn’t like it very much, but still brought something new

thanks for the review...

nNatali_Natali, is it okay if I go off topic? I noticed that after your stories, people relaxed and began to talk more about themselves, so you, so to speak, breathed life again into the genre of life stories))

damn. .. what did I inhale or exhale... don’t be ridiculous... and what people and where were they liberated? from what? from my Stories?..
yes, I myself have already forgotten about those Stories, but what can I say about others...people read it to themselves and that’s all....no more and no less...

Well, don’t tell me, I often scroll through the feed, so to speak, here, and in the active list, stories from people about what happened to them have become more common, and at the same time, you yourself went into these stories and I read them like that)) so don’t be shy, you breathed new life into the genre of stories about life

[Denach]

damn people... I beg you...
For reading History, thank you very much....but...
whoever wanted to write something has already done it a long time ago... as they say, a spoon is dear to dinner.. now it all looks like I’m asking you to raise your topic with new comments...
no need to ask you very much.. it looks funny.. seriously... maybe the first three - for four days I would love to chat with you about History here... and now... I myself have completely cooled down to it... so...

Damn, wow, excuse me for what I said, but I wasn’t here for two weeks and there was already a story, and then I suddenly found out that this is the last one, although at that time I was reading 13 since I stopped at it before leaving and then I immediately saw that you didn’t want to write new stories, so I began to prolong the pleasure)) so that more than once and that’s all and sit there and yearn that I’ll never read anything from you again. Because of this, I had long breaks between chapters and added comments to you about them. And don’t think that I’m throwing my comments at you on purpose. I always expressed my opinion after reading a chapter. So don’t be offended, okay, I got a little angry here, it’s just a shame that you think about us like that, that we’re doing special tricks for you now
Every person who is on your stories, I think, sincerely expresses their opinion that these stories are for them I like it! Well, I certainly am))

[JoyboySt]

damn sure not bad

[Christmas_Christmas]

I myself have already completely cooled down...

in the sense of

literally....

[Christmas_Christmas]

Are you also working out now?

I’m married now...

Sent after 1 minute 56 seconds:

so don’t be shy

I stopped being shy since school...

Sent after 1 minute 18 seconds:

not bad, of course damn

thank you...

[Denach]

I stopped being shy since school.

Come on, it doesn’t disappear anywhere at the beginning, but you still experience it, and then it gives a breakthrough to your feelings

[Christmas_Christmas]

no need, I beg you..

Is it possible to close comments or a topic?

I wanted to answer differently, but then I noticed

0dlb0, maybe you will you write for her? If not, then just shut up. I understand that you are in trouble

so I’ll just ask, dear 0dlb0, are you from a competing forum?

[0dlb0]

Dear 0dlb0, are you from a competing forum?

Which one are you asking about - I vaguely guess.
I was on Porevo, but it’s been around for a long time closed

[Jolly Roger]

Natali_Natali,
That ep, where are you gone and when will there be a new story?

[Veronica]

Natali_Natali, Hello. Sorry, but criticism helps talent. Long story. This is for special sites, such as where I participate. I’m telling you, 100 percent of them didn’t read it, except me. Here I tried to print my stories. There were reviews. But only on the fifth icon, which had been calculated, disappeared. I don’t know, maybe I didn’t understand something, but some asked for details that were in the story.
I liked it. Will you write more? I will always read it. But here, my advice, people didn’t come to read, but....... Got it. One friend wrote cool poems with K...
Write to rasskaz.ru.
You will recognize me, either by my nickname or by my stories. You can talk there.
And here? Your talent as a writer will not be appreciated. I am waiting. Yours, Nika.
Yes, sorry about Natali.
You got it then. I was, but 10 years younger. Sorry. Friends?

[RANGE_]

Write to rasskaz.ru.
You will recognize me, either by my nickname or by stories. You can talk there.

The website rasskaz.ru is not working. And, apparently, it never worked.

[Veronica]

Sorry.
Rasskaz.18.ru
Maybe I was wrong with the dots.

[Fargal94]

Veronica, I read everything to the last point and without looking up. Natalie’s stories are very good! Poetry is definitely not my thing, I don’t even read it, may the poets forgive me. I don’t write reviews or poems, I can’t rate them(

[Veronica]

What about mine? Have you read it? There are about 80 stories.

[Tapkin]

In this Story, all the events are also confused in time, and I will again “jump” from class to class, from summer to summer. The things I’m telling you about didn’t happen “immediately” or “suddenly”; they seemed to accumulate, “increase”, and became overgrown with new events and all sorts of rumors. All this led to the fact that it became more and more difficult to keep my “games” secret, and eventually they “found out” about me, and with recognition, my “popularity” began to grow.

Let’s take Irka as well. She began to “show” me more and more often, and not only to Lida. And one day it turned out that 2 girls from Irka’s class became witnesses to our fun. And as they say, everything would have been fine if it weren’t for Lida, who was simply obsessed with her tickles, and Irka, who liked playing “in front of witnesses” more and more.
To save time, I won’t tell you how much it costs and how I ended up completely naked, I’ll go straight to the main thing - tickling, because they didn’t do anything else with me. You may ask, what is the “piquant moment” here? And the fact is that I got tired of that “wild” tickling. I peed myself right in front of everyone and did it right on the floor of Irka’s room.
Moreover, the girls did not immediately understand that I was peeing. By “inertia,” they tickled me for some time, and I continued to write and squirm under their hands. As a result, I got dirty in my own urine and pretty much “flooded” the floor in the room. And everything would probably have been fine, I almost managed to reduce everything “to a joke,” when Irka suddenly became very angry with me. Although why suddenly, you can just understand it.
Firstly, a “smell” immediately spread throughout the room, and the smell was so strong that even I didn’t like it. Secondly, I really messed up my friend’s room. After all, I peed even when the girls tickled me, and continued to urinate when they all “bounced” away from me. Moreover, trying to “save myself”, I “ran” out of the room on all fours, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold the “juice” in myself, and left a wet “footprint” on the floor, literally across the entire room. Moreover, I never “crawled out” of the door and left a decent part of the puddle right at the threshold...

Irka screamed very loudly, calling me and her friends names. “Fools. Finished. Stinking idiots..." And although it was only me who stank now, I was not the only one who was silent. Lida and those two classmates were silent, allowing her friend to speak out, waiting for her to calm down.
Irka’s stream of curses dried up after about 10 minutes. But the puddle didn’t go away from me, and my friend unexpectedly came up with a punishment for me. She made me clean up after herself in her room. Moreover, she did not ask me to get out, but rather ordered me to do it. But the most important thing was that I cleaned her room naked.

At first, Lida still tried to help me, but then she returned to the other girls and “from the shore” watched as I continued to I do. Now I won’t tell you all the details of the cleaning, I’ll just say that for some reason everything that was happening excited me very much. I was also very worried that I was still completely naked in front of my friends, who no longer “played” with me, but I, naked, did ordinary, “everyday” things. I lean over the bucket to wet and then wring out the rag. “Doggystyle” to wash the floor, because Irka did not provide me with any mop. I go out naked into the yard and pour out the dirty water, and then I get fresh water from the water pump, and I come back to continue cleaning... And I do all this naked.

Looking ahead, or vice versa , going back, I myself was already confused, I will only say that now I started playing like this very often. Only not “indoors”, but in the fresh air, namely on the beach. This sneaky Lida, and Irka herself, used every opportunity to somehow “play” with me.

There were “rumours” about me, and absolutely “left-wing” girls began to come to the beach, who wanted to make sure with their own eyes that everything they were told about me was not fiction, and I really am like that. And if in the summer, after finishing 9th grade, the “new kids” only looked, then the next summer, the matter did not end with just “showing”. Very often, especially when my “retinue” was not around, and I was alone on the river, without Svetka and Irka, “strange” girls gave themselves free rein, and I could no longer refuse anything. Of course, they weren’t particularly impudent, but they could easily “ask” me to go with them to the rocks to wring out their wet swimsuits. It got to the point where, almost at the snap of my fingers, I jumped to my feet and obediently walked to the rocks, accompanied by a “new” girl, and often there was more than one of them. Moreover, the “new girl” no longer even pretended that we had come to press our swimsuits. Usually I either immediately stripped naked, or still expected a direct order from the girl, but as soon as I found myself naked, the “new girl” immediately began the “inspection.” Moreover, the girls themselves almost never undressed, but I did everything naked in front of them. “Walk forward…. Go back… Turn around…. Spread your legs... Bend over... Put your hands behind your back... Raise your hands behind your head and behind the back of your head... Get on all fours... Get on your knees.”

I won’t go into detail now about how I felt when I heard such orders from the “new girl”. I will only say that in principle I liked to obey, and I followed commands almost immediately, because I understood that after everything that had already happened, I simply did NOT have the RIGHT to refuse. Also, the “new girl” almost always touched me. She didn’t paw, although that happened, but she touched. One could just run her fingertips over my body. Well, she likes to draw patterns” on my chest and stomach, so that I can cover myself or pull her hands away. Another could simply “pok” me with her fingers. In the same stomach, and in my chest. She could turn my back to her and “poke” me under my shoulder blades or in my bare butt. The third one liked to just feel my breasts and butt, because she was “caught” by my “bulges”. With a girl like this, I was already starting to get turned on, feeling her hands on my chest, on my butt and between my legs. It’s a pity I never finished with them, but it was still very nice. This “game” even had a name – “Pick Up”. Those. the girls “took” me to the rocks and played with me there. Even my “girl mafia” started using this term. Svetka, or Irka, on those days when they didn’t show up on the beach, they always asked me “Who PICKED you up today?”, and I honestly told about everything. Although I didn’t need to tell, because the “newbies” almost always, at the first opportunity, told me what they did to me on the rocks.

But the most “fat” always happened when on Only “dedicated” girls gathered on the shore. For example, Lida started tickling me, Irka immediately supported her, then another girl joined or even more than one, depending on who was nearby at the time, and they tickled me in a “crowd” until I peed right there, as they say, under myself.
And soon, my friends generally stopped “worrying” about such a trifle, like other girls “know” about me, or seeing such games for the first time. Moreover, they began to take me much further from our place, and the tickling game, or any other game, was already taking place there. Moreover, the girls really liked to undress me “on the way.” As soon as we moved a decent distance away from people, they immediately ordered me to undress, and then I walked along the shore, completely naked. Moreover, my friends even took my swimsuit out of my hands, so that I wouldn’t even think about disobeying them. Damn, I didn’t even mean to. In general, I could put my hands behind my back, and walked along the shore just like that, imagining that I was a captive who was completely at the mercy of her conquerors.

But a captive, not a captive, but fought back I’m always furious. Well, who wouldn’t fight back when two, three, or even four pairs of hands tickle you? I myself no longer wanted to “rock the boat,” but my instincts were stronger, and my body itself reacted to the tickling.
Therefore, in order to immobilize me, the girls very often tied me up. In the place where we played like that, scanty trees grew, almost right next to the shore, so they tied me to these “bushes”. Most often only legs. They laid me on my back, and lifted my legs a little and tied me by the ankles in the thickest branch. My hands might not even be tied. They just stretched me out on the sand, and one, but usually two girls held my wrists very tightly. And if they tied my hands, it would be not from behind, but from the front. And only then, they lifted my hands behind my head, thus crucifying me on the sand. Firstly, it was easier to hold me this way, and secondly, in a stretched form, my armpits, sides, and my ribs remained completely open, and the tickling in this case was the most cruel.

Having completely immobilized me, the girls began the game. Someone tickled my bare feet. Because my legs, by the ankles, were tied to a tree, I could not escape, but only began to kick harder, and then the “tormentor” could sit on my bare thighs, not stopping the torture for a second. Other girls tickled my stomach, sides, and of course my armpits.

Such “caresses” could last for five minutes or 10 minutes. They left me alone only when I began to write for myself, or when hiccups attacked me. Moreover, I could hiccup for a very long time, sometimes almost to the point of spasms. Really, this is a “bug” in my body. You really have to give your friends credit. If they saw that my hiccups were not going away, then the tickling immediately stopped, and they quickly gave me mineral water to drink from a bottle...

We also played tickling in the yard, especially in the evenings, but such games happened very, very rarely. The fact is that in the yard, the whole point of the game was that in exchange for stopping the “torture,” I would agree to completely undress and sit naked on the bench. But very often, there were either boys or “left-wing people” in general, and in front of them, thank God, my friends didn’t play like that.
I also got a new nickname, or nickname. "Small." That’s what absolutely all the girls called me now. You ask “So what?” And the fact that both my peers and girls who were younger than me called me that, and “much” younger. It’s one thing when my classmate says “Little” to me, and quite another when a girl from the 9th or even the 8th grade addresses me like that. Damn, even a summer ago, I would have smeared that “small fry” on the wall for such “liberty”, but now... And now I was even excited that younger girls told me “Little”, thereby immediately increasing their status, and before I even started the conversation, I was already “submitting” to them.

It especially turned me on when a “dedicated” girl said “Little” to me in front of her friends who were “out of business.” I really liked looking at their muzzles stretched out in surprise when their classmate turned to me with the words “Little girl, will you come for a walk with us today?” And I, a high school student, not only wasn’t indignant at this “small fry” approach to me, but obediently said that I would come, or refused, explaining the reason.
I also want to clarify that I didn’t have much sex as such with girls. More precisely, there is a lot of sex, but I can count the girls with whom I “was” on my fingers. Lida, her peer Yana, and several of Irka’s girlfriends, that’s basically all the girls with whom I had sex as such. There was plenty of sex with them, but the rest “watched” more, and humiliated me during “general” games.

And one day, an incident happened that completely changed the attitude towards me.
It all started with the fact that I lost a wish to Svetka and she ordered me to “push up” on Rocks a swimsuit until she tells me enough is enough.

Damn, I remember very well the surprise and misunderstanding of the “strange” girls when they watched me come up with “excuses” for why I was still standing naked in front of them and not getting dressed.
There were a lot of us that time. No less than 7-8 people. I myself, my friends, Svetka, Irka, and even Tanya, there was Lida with her classmate, and three or four other “stranger” girls, all of completely different ages. There weren’t any particularly “small” ones. We never took anyone like that with us, but that time we had with us those three strange girls, for whom everything that was happening was new.

But the most important thing is that Christina was among the “strangers”. She just came to visit someone yesterday, and today she was on the beach with us for the first time. For this “leftist” girl, who, in principle, happened to be next to us that day, the “swimsuit push-up ritual” was new and incomprehensible, and she reacted to everything completely unexpectedly.
The fact is that all the girls had already put on swimsuits long ago, and only I, remembering my friend’s order, still remained naked.

A minute passed, then another... passed It had been five minutes already, and I was still standing naked in front of everyone and didn’t even try to put on a swimsuit. The girls, who were aware of the unwritten rules, grinned in unison and silently examined me, waiting for me to continue. But the “strangers” simply could not hide their amazement and lack of understanding of what was happening now. They couldn’t understand why the older girl didn’t get dressed and didn’t go anywhere, but just stood there and waited for what would happen next.
Seeing the confusion of the new girls, and in order to further enhance the “effect”, Irka began to comment on everything that was happening. And she did it in such a way that I became even more the center of attention. A friend began to make remarks that simply provoked all the girls to talk only about me.

“Is it true that our Dombazovoy’s boobs and butt have grown compared to last summer?”, “Is it true that Has Dombazova grown a lot and her legs have become even longer? ".
Continuing the game, Ira immediately said a phrase that didn’t mean anything
- “Of course! Why is Dombazova here!”
But Christina understood this phrase in her own way. She came close to me and began to brazenly examine me.
- “Turn around!” She briefly ordered me, and I immediately obeyed her order.
I don’t know why, but I I turned around in front of her several times so that she could properly examine me from both front and back.
Christina was very pleased, and immediately asked the next question
- “Is she your “Chick”?
Irka again, automatically, answered “Yes,” and Christina didn’t ask anything else, but only communicated with me through short orders.

This girl arrived from the village and was a villager in literally everything. From its appearance to its rustic simplicity, or arrogance. I will never again hear anyone put into the word “Chick” exactly the meaning that Christina understood by it. For her, “Chick” meant an “available” girl who agreed to everything. I think that it was precisely these girls in their village that they called this word.
- “Don’t mess around anymore!” - Christina stopped me and immediately added. - “I want to look at you!”

I stopped, and she immediately grabbed my bare chest with her hands. Out of surprise, I jerked on instincts alone. After all, until this moment, none of the “strange” girls had openly touched me in front of everyone, and then suddenly this happened.
-“You took your hands off!” - Christina slapped me several times on the hands with which I tried to cover my nipples, and forcing me to obey, she continued to spank me, hitting my bare chest at the same time.

Now I can’t say exactly why I stood in front of her then and allowed her to do to me such things. She didn’t beat me or threaten me with violence. But I did not resist, did not leave, but voluntarily began to obey the “stranger” and arrogant girl. I can only add that I was then overwhelmed with such a range of feelings that it simply cannot be expressed in words.

Shame, even shame for everything that is happening, for the fact that everything is happening literally before the eyes of my friends and girls I just know. I understood how I looked now, I understood that I was consciously submitting and humiliating myself now. But I couldn’t do anything with myself, because excitement and lust overpowered all the other “pros and cons”... Well, also, the way Christina gave me her orders also played a role. She didn’t “little” me, didn’t convince me, didn’t give any arguments. She simply ordered, using force, and not physical force. She completely suppressed me psychologically and behaved with me as if she had every right to do so. And most likely, she already had some experience communicating with “chicks” in her village..

When I finally removed my hands, Christina ordered me to jump on the spot. I think she wanted to see how my tits would jiggle while doing this. But then I had small breasts. I still have it very neat, but then... The only decoration of my tits were the nipples sticking out forward, and it was by the nipples that Christina grabbed me, “forcibly” squeezing them with her fingers.
On instinct, I again wanted to grab her hands, but received a humiliating slap from her, only this time not on my bare chest, but on my cheeks and muzzle. One slap, then another, a third...

- “Hands at your sides! Hands down!” Christina commanded and I had no choice but to carry out her order. I stretched out “in line” in front of her, holding my hands at my sides.
As if showing the other girls her superiority over me, showing what a “Chick” I am, Christina immediately began to twist my nipples. Thank you for at least doing it without hurting me, but only to humiliate me even more in front of my friends.

-“What, do you like it this way? Do you like it when it’s rude? - Christina had a special accent and she very strongly O(kala) in words where this letter was
- “Well, I don’t hear?! Do you like it or not?”, seeking recognition from me, Christina twisted my nipples a little harder and I immediately agreed.
- “I like it. I like it very much,” I whispered
-“Then get on your knees now!” Come on, don’t pretend to be decent! Get down on your knees in front of everyone!”

Damn... From her commanding voice with an accent, from her commands, I was in some kind of euphoria. And the fact that I was forced to carry out her biting and categorical orders in front of the audience simply excited me to the limit.
In front of everyone, I knelt down in front of Christina and she silently reveled in her triumph for about a minute. She even moved a little to the side so that the other girls could enjoy the “picture” and see with their own eyes how naked I am now on my knees.
Only 5 minutes later, Christina again came close to me and took me by the hair, pulled my face to her pubis. With my face buried between her legs, I did nothing “there.” I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t taste her with my tongue, and she was in a swimsuit. I just knelt in front of her and buried my face in her pussy, inhaling her smell. The smell of the girl mixed with the smell of river water and, for some reason, “mud”...

After a couple of minutes, Christina pushed me away from her, and so that I could not turn away, she grabbed my chin with her hand.
- “Who are you? Speak loudly so everyone can hear! Who are you? Well!”, Christina strictly demanded of me and I obeyed again
- “I am a “Chick.” “I’m your “Chick,” - although quietly, I said very clearly, but Christina made me clarify
- “Only mine, or everyone? Are you mine, or are you common?”
Damn, after these words, I was no longer aware of what I was doing. Excitement and lust completely drowned out the remnants of common sense in me.
- “I am common!”, I said loudly, and even clarified, “I am a common Chick and belong to everyone!”
- “Paw!” Christina said, not addressing anyone in particular, and the girls’ hands immediately reached out to me. Moreover, not only “strangers” began to touch me, but also “our own” ones, who, like me, were at the peak of excitement.

Having gotten used to the fact that my friends usually start tickling me, I I tried to move their hands away from me, but immediately received a shout from Christina.
- “Well, don’t shut yourself up! Hands off! Hands behind your head!”
Continuing to kneel as before, I raised my hands and put them behind my head.
Christina was very pleased with my obedience. She came up to me again and patted my cheek with her hand, and I didn’t even try to move away from her.
- “Good Chick! Look how he obeys!” Christina stated the obvious with a grin and again told everyone, “Paw!”.

Damn, what started here. 8 pairs of girls’ hands immediately reached out to me, touching me for absolutely everything they wanted. My face and my lips, my neck and shoulders, my breasts and nipples, my stomach and bare thighs…. There probably isn’t a single centimeter left on my body that girls haven’t groped. Some of them touched me carefully, even carefully, some touched me brazenly, “with force”... I was simply not able to “remember” everyone, and understand who exactly, and most importantly, what part of the body, me now paws.

It didn’t matter to me. I stood in the most shameful position possible. Naked, on her knees in front of everyone, with her hands behind her head.
But I didn’t have time to finish right away. Because one of the girls suddenly shouted, “Someone is coming here!”, and all the girls immediately left me alone. For some time everyone waited for the vacationers to pass by, I was even able to get to my feet, but as soon as the danger had passed, everyone turned their attention to me again.

- “What kind of arbitrariness?! Who gave you permission to stand up, TelOchka?! Back in position! Quickly!” Christina shouted to me.
I didn’t need to be asked twice, and I again knelt down in front of everyone and put my hands behind my head.

The girl approached very close to me and unexpectedly, she slapped me on my bare chest. The slap was not very strong, rather offensive. But out of surprise, I grabbed her hand.
- “Take your hands off!” - Christina immediately demanded of me and I obeyed
- Just stop!” - I got the next order came from her, and her blows immediately fell on me. Not even blows. And the spankings. And not very strong. But there were a lot of them, and Christina spanked me non-stop. Most of all, she spanked me on my bare chest: from above, from below, from the side... The girl kept delivering new blows and the sound of the spankings turned almost into a “melody.”

- “Does anyone else want to try it?” she suddenly asked, and a line immediately lined up for me.
Damn, everyone spanked me then. And even my “mafia”, Tanya, Sveta and Irka, did this.
At some point, one of the girls suggested that I kiss their hands after each spank, but now I can’t say who ordered me to do this , “my” girls or those two “strangers”, but what is it the proposal was not from Christina, that’s for sure.

Only implement offer the girls couldn’t do it right away, so another “naughty thing” happened again and everyone had to wait until the danger passed. And for some reason the niggle this time was longer. I myself did not see what was happening there on the path under the rocks; I was “pushed” deeper into the crevice so that strangers could not see. And I waited out the danger naked. But as soon as the “nix” ended, everyone turned their attention to me again.

- “Do you want to finish?” - Christina unexpectedly asked me
- “I want to “- I whispered quietly, but Christina didn’t like it
- “What are you whispering there?! Speak louder so everyone can hear you! Do you want to cum, TelOchka?”
- “I want to! I want to cum!” I shouted in one breath
But Christina continued to humiliate me
- “Are you going to cum yourself, or should we help you?”
- “It’s already like “You will decide everything,” - unexpectedly for everyone, I answered...

Damn, what started here. One of the girls “screamed” that I definitely needed help, and that I couldn’t handle it on my own. Others said that I should “masturbate” myself, and they would look at all this...
They probably would have argued for a long time, but I myself sat with my bare butt right on the small stones, and spreading my legs as wide as possible to the sides, I began to caress. For some time there was complete silence in the “crevice”, and then the girls began to order me around during the interruption, or, well, direct my hands. And after some time, I no longer paid attention to their orders, and soon, or maybe it didn’t happen too quickly, because I completely lost track of time, not only did I seem to fall out of reality. But be that as it may, I began to cum, and as always happens to me at the moment of “extreme”, for some time I simply “lost consciousness”...
When I finally woke up and opened my eyes, I saw that the girls stand around me and look at me “stupidly”.
- “Become cancerous!” came a new order from Christina and I again had to obey.
Given my condition, I quickly got on all fours in front of everyone. I expected that Christina, or one of the girls, would start caressing me again, touching me between my legs, spanking my butt in front of everyone...

But Christina, completely unexpectedly, took it and gave me a spanking "asshole." Not strong. She, as if spanking my bare bottom with her foot, showed everyone the full extent of my “fall.” But on instinct, I immediately tried to jump to my feet. I even managed to escape “from the circle,” but Christina’s imperious shout made me stop.
- “Where did you run! Back on all fours! Become a cancer and let’s get into position again! "
I turned to face everyone, sank to my knees, then got on all fours and, like a dog, returned to the place from which I had just run away. And as soon as I “crawled” past Christina, she told me to stop and hit me again. Only this time the “asshole” was both stronger and more painful. In total, she managed to hit me exactly three times, and then invited the others to do the same.

Christina walked away from me a couple of steps, and then beckoned me with her finger
- “Come here!” - the girl spread her legs apart and ordered again , - “Put your head between my thighs! Well, do it!
Christina “opened” her thighs even wider, but as soon as I stuck my head between them, she unexpectedly squeezed her legs, and did it so hard that my face was simply in a “vice.”
-“Don’t rock the boat! Got it?!”, - Christina was facing the other girls, and I was facing the other girls, so I just didn’t see to whom she said the next phrase
- “Come on, you’re the first! Hit her asshole!”.., without unclenching her hips and holding me in the doggy style position, Christina bent down and patted my bare butt several times with her palm. But as soon as she straightened up, one of the girls immediately kicked me in the place where her hands had spanked me just a second ago...

No one else hit me. Unexpectedly, one of the girls again shouted “Nix!” Someone is coming here!”... and literally all the girls immediately ran back to the shore. Yes, everyone ran away, and I stood up and started looking for my swimsuit with my eyes. When I went down to the river, Christina and the two “stranger” girls were no longer on the shore...

Something like this....

In this Story, all the events are also confused in time, and I will again “jump” from class to class, from summer to summer. The things I’m telling you about didn’t happen “immediately” or “suddenly”; they seemed to accumulate, “increase”, and became overgrown with new events and all sorts of rumors. All this led to the fact that it became more and more difficult to keep my “games” secret, and eventually they “found out” about me, and with recognition, my “popularity” began to grow.

Let’s take Irka as well. She began to “show” me more and more often, and not only to Lida. And one day it turned out that 2 girls from Irka’s class became witnesses to our fun. And as they say, everything would have been fine if it weren’t for Lida, who was simply obsessed with her tickles, and Irka, who liked playing “in front of witnesses” more and more.
To save time, I won’t tell you how much it costs and how I ended up completely naked, I’ll go straight to the main thing - tickling, because they didn’t do anything else with me. You may ask, what is the “piquant moment” here? And the fact is that I got tired of that “wild” tickling. I peed myself right in front of everyone and did it right on the floor of Irka’s room.
Moreover, the girls did not immediately understand that I was peeing. By “inertia,” they tickled me for some time, and I continued to write and squirm under their hands. As a result, I got dirty in my own urine and pretty much “flooded” the floor in the room. And everything would probably have been fine, I almost managed to reduce everything “to a joke,” when Irka suddenly became very angry with me. Although why suddenly, you can just understand it.
Firstly, a “smell” immediately spread throughout the room, and the smell was so strong that even I didn’t like it. Secondly, I really messed up my friend’s room. After all, I peed even when the girls tickled me, and continued to urinate when they all “bounced” away from me. Moreover, trying to “save myself”, I “ran” out of the room on all fours, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold the “juice” in myself, and left a wet “footprint” on the floor, literally across the entire room. Moreover, I never “crawled out” of the door and left a decent part of the puddle right at the threshold...

Irka screamed very loudly, calling me and her friends names. “Fools. Finished. Stinking idiots..." And although it was only me who stank now, I was not the only one who was silent. Lida and those two classmates were silent, allowing her friend to speak out, waiting for her to calm down.
Irka’s stream of curses dried up after about 10 minutes. But the puddle didn’t go away from me, and my friend unexpectedly came up with a punishment for me. She made me clean up after herself in her room. Moreover, she did not ask me to get out, but rather ordered me to do it. But the most important thing was that I cleaned her room naked.

At first, Lida still tried to help me, but then she returned to the other girls and “from the shore” watched as I continued to I do. Now I won’t tell you all the details of the cleaning, I’ll just say that for some reason everything that was happening excited me very much. I was also very worried that I was still completely naked in front of my friends, who no longer “played” with me, but I, naked, did ordinary, “everyday” things. I lean over the bucket to wet and then wring out the rag. “Doggystyle” to wash the floor, because Irka did not provide me with any mop. I go out naked into the yard and pour out the dirty water, and then I get fresh water from the water pump, and I come back to continue cleaning... And I do all this naked.

Looking ahead, or vice versa , going back, I myself was already confused, I will only say that now I started playing like this very often. Only not “indoors”, but in the fresh air, namely on the beach. This sneaky Lida, and Irka herself, used every opportunity to somehow “play” with me.

There were “rumours” about me, and absolutely “left-wing” girls began to come to the beach, who wanted to make sure with their own eyes that everything they were told about me was not fiction, and I really am like that. And if in the summer, after finishing 9th grade, the “new kids” only looked, then the next summer, the matter did not end with just “showing”. Very often, especially when my “retinue” was not around, and I was alone on the river, without Svetka and Irka, “strange” girls gave themselves free rein, and I could no longer refuse anything. Of course, they weren’t particularly impudent, but they could easily “ask” me to go with them to the rocks to wring out their wet swimsuits. It got to the point where, almost at the snap of my fingers, I jumped to my feet and obediently walked to the rocks, accompanied by a “new” girl, and often there was more than one of them. Moreover, the “new girl” no longer even pretended that we had come to press our swimsuits. Usually I either immediately stripped naked, or still expected a direct order from the girl, but as soon as I found myself naked, the “new girl” immediately began the “inspection.” Moreover, the girls themselves almost never undressed, but I did everything naked in front of them. “Walk forward…. Go back… Turn around…. Spread your legs... Bend over... Put your hands behind your back... Raise your hands behind your head and behind the back of your head... Get on all fours... Get on your knees.”

I won’t go into detail now about how I felt when I heard such orders from the “new girl”. I will only say that in principle I liked to obey, and I followed commands almost immediately, because I understood that after everything that had already happened, I simply did NOT have the RIGHT to refuse. Also, the “new girl” almost always touched me. She didn’t paw, although that happened, but she touched. One could just run her fingertips over my body. Well, she likes to draw patterns” on my chest and stomach, so that I can cover myself or pull her hands away. Another could simply “pok” me with her fingers. In the same stomach, and in my chest. She could turn my back to her and “poke” me under my shoulder blades or in my bare butt. The third one liked to just feel my breasts and butt, because she was “caught” by my “bulges”. With a girl like this, I was already starting to get turned on, feeling her hands on my chest, on my butt and between my legs. It’s a pity I never finished with them, but it was still very nice. This “game” even had a name – “Pick Up”. Those. the girls “took” me to the rocks and played with me there. Even my “girl mafia” started using this term. Svetka, or Irka, on those days when they didn’t show up on the beach, they always asked me “Who PICKED you up today?”, and I honestly told about everything. Although I didn’t need to tell, because the “newbies” almost always, at the first opportunity, told me what they did to me on the rocks.

But the most “fat” always happened when on Only “dedicated” girls gathered on the shore. For example, Lida started tickling me, Irka immediately supported her, then another girl joined or even more than one, depending on who was nearby at the time, and they tickled me in a “crowd” until I peed right there, as they say, under myself.
And soon, my friends generally stopped “worrying” about such a trifle, like other girls “know” about me, or seeing such games for the first time. Moreover, they began to take me much further from our place, and the tickling game, or any other game, was already taking place there. Moreover, the girls really liked to undress me “on the way.” As soon as we moved a decent distance away from people, they immediately ordered me to undress, and then I walked along the shore, completely naked. Moreover, my friends even took my swimsuit out of my hands, so that I wouldn’t even think about disobeying them. Damn, I didn’t even mean to. In general, I could put my hands behind my back, and walked along the shore just like that, imagining that I was a captive who was completely at the mercy of her conquerors.

But a captive, not a captive, but fought back I’m always furious. Well, who wouldn’t fight back when two, three, or even four pairs of hands tickle you? I myself no longer wanted to “rock the boat,” but my instincts were stronger, and my body itself reacted to the tickling.
Therefore, in order to immobilize me, the girls very often tied me up. In the place where we played like that, scanty trees grew, almost right next to the shore, so they tied me to these “bushes”. Most often only legs. They laid me on my back, and lifted my legs a little and tied me by the ankles in the thickest branch. My hands might not even be tied. They just stretched me out on the sand, and one, but usually two girls held my wrists very tightly. And if they tied my hands, it would be not from behind, but from the front. And only then, they lifted my hands behind my head, thus crucifying me on the sand. Firstly, it was easier to hold me this way, and secondly, in a stretched form, my armpits, sides, and my ribs remained completely open, and the tickling in this case was the most cruel.

Having completely immobilized me, the girls began the game. Someone tickled my bare feet. Because my legs, by the ankles, were tied to a tree, I could not escape, but only began to kick harder, and then the “tormentor” could sit on my bare thighs, not stopping the torture for a second. Other girls tickled my stomach, sides, and of course my armpits.

Such “caresses” could last for five minutes or 10 minutes. They left me alone only when I began to write for myself, or when hiccups attacked me. Moreover, I could hiccup for a very long time, sometimes almost to the point of spasms. Really, this is a “bug” in my body. You really have to give your friends credit. If they saw that my hiccups were not going away, then the tickling immediately stopped, and they quickly gave me mineral water to drink from a bottle...

We also played tickling in the yard, especially in the evenings, but such games happened very, very rarely. The fact is that in the yard, the whole point of the game was that in exchange for stopping the “torture,” I would agree to completely undress and sit naked on the bench. But very often, there were either boys or “left-wing people” in general, and in front of them, thank God, my friends didn’t play like that.
I also got a new nickname, or nickname. "Small." That’s what absolutely all the girls called me now. You ask “So what?” And the fact that both my peers and girls who were younger than me called me that, and “much” younger. It’s one thing when my classmate says “Little” to me, and quite another when a girl from the 9th or even the 8th grade addresses me like that. Damn, even a summer ago, I would have smeared that “small fry” on the wall for such “liberty”, but now... And now I was even excited that younger girls told me “Little”, thereby immediately increasing their status, and before I even started the conversation, I was already “submitting” to them.

It especially turned me on when a “dedicated” girl said “Little” to me in front of her friends who were “out of business.” I really liked looking at their muzzles stretched out in surprise when their classmate turned to me with the words “Little girl, will you come for a walk with us today?” And I, a high school student, not only wasn’t indignant at this “small fry” approach to me, but obediently said that I would come, or refused, explaining the reason.
I also want to clarify that I didn’t have much sex as such with girls. More precisely, there is a lot of sex, but I can count the girls with whom I “was” on my fingers. Lida, her peer Yana, and several of Irka’s girlfriends, that’s basically all the girls with whom I had sex as such. There was plenty of sex with them, but the rest “watched” more, and humiliated me during “general” games.

And one day, an incident happened that completely changed the attitude towards me.
It all started with the fact that I lost a wish to Svetka and she ordered me to “push up” on Rocks a swimsuit until she tells me enough is enough.

Damn, I remember very well the surprise and misunderstanding of the “strange” girls when they watched me come up with “excuses” for why I was still standing naked in front of them and not getting dressed.
There were a lot of us that time. No less than 7-8 people. I myself, my friends, Svetka, Irka, and even Tanya, there was Lida with her classmate, and three or four other “stranger” girls, all of completely different ages. There weren’t any particularly “small” ones. We never took anyone like that with us, but that time we had with us those three strange girls, for whom everything that was happening was new.

But the most important thing is that Christina was among the “strangers”. She just came to visit someone yesterday, and today she was on the beach with us for the first time. For this “leftist” girl, who, in principle, happened to be next to us that day, the “swimsuit push-up ritual” was new and incomprehensible, and she reacted to everything completely unexpectedly.
The fact is that all the girls had already put on swimsuits long ago, and only I, remembering my friend’s order, still remained naked.

A minute passed, then another... passed It had been five minutes already, and I was still standing naked in front of everyone and didn’t even try to put on a swimsuit. The girls, who were aware of the unwritten rules, grinned in unison and silently examined me, waiting for me to continue. But the “strangers” simply could not hide their amazement and lack of understanding of what was happening now. They couldn’t understand why the older girl didn’t get dressed and didn’t go anywhere, but just stood there and waited for what would happen next.
Seeing the confusion of the new girls, and in order to further enhance the “effect”, Irka began to comment on everything that was happening. And she did it in such a way that I became even more the center of attention. A friend began to make remarks that simply provoked all the girls to talk only about me.

“Is it true that our Dombazovoy’s boobs and butt have grown compared to last summer?”, “Is it true that Has Dombazova grown a lot and her legs have become even longer? ".
Continuing the game, Ira immediately said a phrase that didn’t mean anything
- “Of course! Why is Dombazova here!”
But Christina understood this phrase in her own way. She came close to me and began to brazenly examine me.
- “Turn around!” She briefly ordered me, and I immediately obeyed her order.
I don’t know why, but I I turned around in front of her several times so that she could properly examine me from both front and back.
Christina was very pleased, and immediately asked the next question
- “Is she your “Chick”?
Irka again, automatically, answered “Yes,” and Christina didn’t ask anything else, but only communicated with me through short orders.

This girl arrived from the village and was a villager in literally everything. From its appearance to its rustic simplicity, or arrogance. I will never again hear anyone put into the word “Chick” exactly the meaning that Christina understood by it. For her, “Chick” meant an “available” girl who agreed to everything. I think that it was precisely these girls in their village that they called this word.
- “Don’t mess around anymore!” - Christina stopped me and immediately added. - “I want to look at you!”

I stopped, and she immediately grabbed my bare chest with her hands. Out of surprise, I jerked on instincts alone. After all, until this moment, none of the “strange” girls had openly touched me in front of everyone, and then suddenly this happened.
-“You took your hands off!” - Christina slapped me several times on the hands with which I tried to cover my nipples, and forcing me to obey, she continued to spank me, hitting my bare chest at the same time.

Now I can’t say exactly why I stood in front of her then and allowed her to do to me such things. She didn’t beat me or threaten me with violence. But I did not resist, did not leave, but voluntarily began to obey the “stranger” and arrogant girl. I can only add that I was then overwhelmed with such a range of feelings that it simply cannot be expressed in words.

Shame, even shame for everything that is happening, for the fact that everything is happening literally before the eyes of my friends and girls I just know. I understood how I looked now, I understood that I was consciously submitting and humiliating myself now. But I couldn’t do anything with myself, because excitement and lust overpowered all the other “pros and cons”... Well, also, the way Christina gave me her orders also played a role. She didn’t “little” me, didn’t convince me, didn’t give any arguments. She simply ordered, using force, and not physical force. She completely suppressed me psychologically and behaved with me as if she had every right to do so. And most likely, she already had some experience communicating with “chicks” in her village..

When I finally removed my hands, Christina ordered me to jump on the spot. I think she wanted to see how my tits would jiggle while doing this. But then I had small breasts. I still have it very neat, but then... The only decoration of my tits were the nipples sticking out forward, and it was by the nipples that Christina grabbed me, “forcibly” squeezing them with her fingers.
On instinct, I again wanted to grab her hands, but received a humiliating slap from her, only this time not on my bare chest, but on my cheeks and muzzle. One slap, then another, a third...

- “Hands at your sides! Hands down!” Christina commanded and I had no choice but to carry out her order. I stretched out “in line” in front of her, holding my hands at my sides.
As if showing the other girls her superiority over me, showing what a “Chick” I am, Christina immediately began to twist my nipples. Thank you for at least doing it without hurting me, but only to humiliate me even more in front of my friends.

-“What, do you like it this way? Do you like it when it’s rude? - Christina had a special accent and she very strongly O(kala) in words where this letter was
- “Well, I don’t hear?! Do you like it or not?”, seeking recognition from me, Christina twisted my nipples a little harder and I immediately agreed.
- “I like it. I like it very much,” I whispered
-“Then get on your knees now!” Come on, don’t pretend to be decent! Get down on your knees in front of everyone!”

Damn... From her commanding voice with an accent, from her commands, I was in some kind of euphoria. And the fact that I was forced to carry out her biting and categorical orders in front of the audience simply excited me to the limit.
In front of everyone, I knelt down in front of Christina and she silently reveled in her triumph for about a minute. She even moved a little to the side so that the other girls could enjoy the “picture” and see with their own eyes how naked I am now on my knees.
Only 5 minutes later, Christina again came close to me and took me by the hair, pulled my face to her pubis. With my face buried between her legs, I did nothing “there.” I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t taste her with my tongue, and she was in a swimsuit. I just knelt in front of her and buried my face in her pussy, inhaling her smell. The smell of the girl mixed with the smell of river water and, for some reason, “mud”...

After a couple of minutes, Christina pushed me away from her, and so that I could not turn away, she grabbed my chin with her hand.
- “Who are you? Speak loudly so everyone can hear! Who are you? Well!”, Christina strictly demanded of me and I obeyed again
- “I am a “Chick.” “I’m your “Chick,” - although quietly, I said very clearly, but Christina made me clarify
- “Only mine, or everyone? Are you mine, or are you common?”
Damn, after these words, I was no longer aware of what I was doing. Excitement and lust completely drowned out the remnants of common sense in me.
- “I am common!”, I said loudly, and even clarified, “I am a common Chick and belong to everyone!”
- “Paw!” Christina said, not addressing anyone in particular, and the girls’ hands immediately reached out to me. Moreover, not only “strangers” began to touch me, but also “our own” ones, who, like me, were at the peak of excitement.

Having gotten used to the fact that my friends usually start tickling me, I I tried to move their hands away from me, but immediately received a shout from Christina.
- “Well, don’t shut yourself up! Hands off! Hands behind your head!”
Continuing to kneel as before, I raised my hands and put them behind my head.
Christina was very pleased with my obedience. She came up to me again and patted my cheek with her hand, and I didn’t even try to move away from her.
- “Good Chick! Look how he obeys!” Christina stated the obvious with a grin and again told everyone, “Paw!”.

Damn, what started here. 8 pairs of girls’ hands immediately reached out to me, touching me for absolutely everything they wanted. My face and my lips, my neck and shoulders, my breasts and nipples, my stomach and bare thighs…. There probably isn’t a single centimeter left on my body that girls haven’t groped. Some of them touched me carefully, even carefully, some touched me brazenly, “with force”... I was simply not able to “remember” everyone, and understand who exactly, and most importantly, what part of the body, me now paws.

It didn’t matter to me. I stood in the most shameful position possible. Naked, on her knees in front of everyone, with her hands behind her head.
But I didn’t have time to finish right away. Because one of the girls suddenly shouted, “Someone is coming here!”, and all the girls immediately left me alone. For some time everyone waited for the vacationers to pass by, I was even able to get to my feet, but as soon as the danger had passed, everyone turned their attention to me again.

- “What kind of arbitrariness?! Who gave you permission to stand up, TelOchka?! Back in position! Quickly!” Christina shouted to me.
I didn’t need to be asked twice, and I again knelt down in front of everyone and put my hands behind my head.

The girl approached very close to me and unexpectedly, she slapped me on my bare chest. The slap was not very strong, rather offensive. But out of surprise, I grabbed her hand.
- “Take your hands off!” - Christina immediately demanded of me and I obeyed
- Just stop!” - I got the next order came from her, and her blows immediately fell on me. Not even blows. And the spankings. And not very strong. But there were a lot of them, and Christina spanked me non-stop. Most of all, she spanked me on my bare chest: from above, from below, from the side... The girl kept delivering new blows and the sound of the spankings turned almost into a “melody.”

- “Does anyone else want to try it?” she suddenly asked, and a line immediately lined up for me.
Damn, everyone spanked me then. And even my “mafia”, Tanya, Sveta and Irka, did this.
At some point, one of the girls suggested that I kiss their hands after each spank, but now I can’t say who ordered me to do this , “my” girls or those two “strangers”, but what is it the proposal was not from Christina, that’s for sure.

Only implement offer the girls couldn’t do it right away, so another “naughty thing” happened again and everyone had to wait until the danger passed. And for some reason the niggle this time was longer. I myself did not see what was happening there on the path under the rocks; I was “pushed” deeper into the crevice so that strangers could not see. And I waited out the danger naked. But as soon as the “nix” ended, everyone turned their attention to me again.

- “Do you want to finish?” - Christina unexpectedly asked me
- “I want to “- I whispered quietly, but Christina didn’t like it
- “What are you whispering there?! Speak louder so everyone can hear you! Do you want to cum, TelOchka?”
- “I want to! I want to cum!” I shouted in one breath
But Christina continued to humiliate me
- “Are you going to cum yourself, or should we help you?”
- “It’s already like “You will decide everything,” - unexpectedly for everyone, I answered...

Damn, what started here. One of the girls “screamed” that I definitely needed help, and that I couldn’t handle it on my own. Others said that I should “masturbate” myself, and they would look at all this...
They probably would have argued for a long time, but I myself sat with my bare butt right on the small stones, and spreading my legs as wide as possible to the sides, I began to caress. For some time there was complete silence in the “crevice”, and then the girls began to order me around during the interruption, or, well, direct my hands. And after some time, I no longer paid attention to their orders, and soon, or maybe it didn’t happen too quickly, because I completely lost track of time, not only did I seem to fall out of reality. But be that as it may, I began to cum, and as always happens to me at the moment of “extreme”, for some time I simply “lost consciousness”...
When I finally woke up and opened my eyes, I saw that the girls stand around me and look at me “stupidly”.
- “Become cancerous!” came a new order from Christina and I again had to obey.
Given my condition, I quickly got on all fours in front of everyone. I expected that Christina, or one of the girls, would start caressing me again, touching me between my legs, spanking my butt in front of everyone...

But Christina, completely unexpectedly, took it and gave me a spanking "asshole." Not strong. She, as if spanking my bare bottom with her foot, showed everyone the full extent of my “fall.” But on instinct, I immediately tried to jump to my feet. I even managed to escape “from the circle,” but Christina’s imperious shout made me stop.
- “Where did you run! Back on all fours! Become a cancer and let’s get into position again! "
I turned to face everyone, sank to my knees, then got on all fours and, like a dog, returned to the place from which I had just run away. And as soon as I “crawled” past Christina, she told me to stop and hit me again. Only this time the “asshole” was both stronger and more painful. In total, she managed to hit me exactly three times, and then invited the others to do the same.

Christina walked away from me a couple of steps, and then beckoned me with her finger
- “Come here!” - the girl spread her legs apart and ordered again , - “Put your head between my thighs! Well, do it!
Christina “opened” her thighs even wider, but as soon as I stuck my head between them, she unexpectedly squeezed her legs, and did it so hard that my face was simply in a “vice.”
-“Don’t rock the boat! Got it?!”, - Christina was facing the other girls, and I was facing the other girls, so I just didn’t see to whom she said the next phrase
- “Come on, you’re the first! Hit her asshole!”.., without unclenching her hips and holding me in the doggy style position, Christina bent down and patted my bare butt several times with her palm. But as soon as she straightened up, one of the girls immediately kicked me in the place where her hands had spanked me just a second ago...

No one else hit me. Unexpectedly, one of the girls again shouted “Nix!” Someone is coming here!”... and literally all the girls immediately ran back to the shore. Yes, everyone ran away, and I stood up and started looking for my swimsuit with my eyes. When I went down to the river, Christina and the two “stranger” girls were no longer on the shore...

Something like this....

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[Eustace]

went to wash his underwear!)))

again

[RANGE_]

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This one works. I immediately got to Nika))

[Tapkin]

went to wash his underwear!)))

again

Hee hee...how can you look people in the eye now!?)))

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[Eustace]

Hee hee...how can you look people in the eye now!?)))

Hold it! and carry it with you always!
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[Tapkin]

Hee hee...how can you look people in the eyes now!?)))

Hold it! and carry it with you always!
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Ты настоящий друг!)))

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[Jolly Roger]

There is such a revival in the topic, I finally thought - a new History. And you’re just passing napkins to each other

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali ,
Damn, where have you gone and when will there be a new story?

not gone anywhere..... and a new story will be in the next life....

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, Hello. Sorry, but criticism helps talent. Long story.

I am always open to criticism.... as they say, there would be something to criticize.... my Stories.. don’t tell me... they are interesting first of all, to me, and I, in principle, gave them to myself and wrote... more precisely, I remembered...
and damn it I remembered to the point that I started dreaming and seeming....
otherwise that Itsoria turned out to be a long story... what can I say... well, it turned out that way... especially since this Story is extreme for now...