Story_12_In which I give a BLOWJOB again

[Christmas_Christmas]

In this story I will go back a little in time again. Summer. I just finished 10th grade. And as usual, I spent most of my free time with my friends, and like last summer, I went to the village very often. I could now say that nothing has changed and that the “games” continued as before, but there were changes and they were visible to the “naked eye.”
Firstly, I have matured, become older, and this is very good it was “noticeable” from my figure. Taller, slimmer, leggier, hipper, and a little bustier, of course. I’m not saying that I just turned into an adult girl, but it was already very difficult to call me the teenage girl I was in the 9th grade.

Changes in my “look” , and even in the way Svetka looked, they were so noticeable that even the neighbors and courtyard “aunts and uncles” recognized this fact. But if adult women simply gave us “compliments”, emphasizing how we had grown and what kind of girls we had become, then the men from the yard often looked at us closely. Not “insolently,” of course, my friends and I tried to look in their direction, but they immediately averted their eyes, as if showing how “uninteresting” we were to them, and that there was nothing special about us. But for some reason I was very excited by such “gazing” and I did everything to further enhance the impression. No, I didn’t undress in front of my neighbors, but I could highlight my beauty. Now I was always “in control” of myself. For example, pose. Even the way I stood mattered to me. You can just stand with your legs “stretched out” and also scratch your nose... Just kidding...

I always tried to take a pose “with meaning” and I did it better than others. If she was just standing, then she must either be “on her toes”, well, so that her legs would seem even longer and slimmer... Or, for example, she always put her leg on the curb, or any other elevation that happened to be nearby at that moment. The leg then slightly bent at the knee, and the butt protruded slightly. Well, if you add that I walked in the summer exclusively in denim shorts and short blouses, even tops, then I still had the same look.

Damn, maybe you will laugh, but It was that summer that I “realized” my beauty, realized that men liked me, regardless of their age, and I really liked it and excited it.
I especially liked teasing Uncle Kolya, a man of about 50 years old, who at that time was older than my dad. Uncle Kolya lived in the next entrance and seemed to me then almost an old man. But it’s not that. This Uncle Kolya, going out into the yard “for a smoke break,” somehow magically always ended up next to us. Or he just stood a little to the side and “quietly” looked at us. Or he could even sit down next to us on a bench, though only after he had finished smoking his cigarette, what a man’s upbringing he had.
So, when this Uncle Kolya sat down next to us, I almost jumped out of my panties " to tease him. I immediately changed my position. Bottom, I was still sitting on the bench, but I put one of my legs, left or right, on the seat, no matter. I rested my toe or even my heel on the bench, and my knee immediately found itself at face level….
The pose turned out to be so seductive that it seemed to me that I could hear Uncle Kolya swallowing saliva from excitement. And to enhance the effect, I could clasp my bare thigh with my hands and rest my head on my knee. I could stroke the entire length of the leg, or simply rock my bare thigh, constantly changing the “angle of inclination”...

When I “just” rode a bike to the village... No, I didn’t see the admiring glances of the drivers I “caught”, or rather I just didn’t see them, because I needed to look at the road. But I heard “car signals” addressed to me, especially when I was already driving across the bridge, from cars overtaking me more than once. And the “looks” were already in the village. Very often, when cars caught up with me, they slowed down and drove alongside me until I turned at the intersection. Here, the drivers, through the open window, showered me with compliments and offered to get acquainted...
Damn, I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that not only I, but also all my familiar girls and boys in village. They all grew and matured very much, and I was very “surprised” by how much, especially when I first saw a friend or acquaintance from last summer...

In short, over the past year we have all grown a lot, and together The niches of the “game” grew with us and many things were already played completely differently. Even a simple game of “kvacha” was already something more. If last summer the boys “caught up” with me in the water and began to “drown” me, as we called it then, now they “caught up” with me in a slightly different way. They still drowned me, but now not in order to win, to show that they were still stronger than me.

Last summer, boys who were a year or two younger than me always did this. They seemed to be trying to “have time” to show their superiority to me in the water, because they knew that as soon as we all got out of the water onto the shore, I would immediately give them a thrashing. Having climbed out of the water onto the shore, I immediately grabbed one of the “offenders” and began to “fight” him. Well, I wrung the boy’s hands, tried to knock him down... We didn’t fight, under any circumstances. All this was a game of “kwacha”, which began in the water, only now it continued on land.

Although they fought with me with all their might. It’s such a shame for a boy if a girl beats him. But no matter how hard they “push,” I always ended up on top. I was stronger than them and they fizzled out very quickly, so I, having completely suppressed their resistance, sat down with my butt on their chest and demanded that they say the words “I give up, Enough!”…. As soon as the boy uttered this phrase, I immediately got off him, and he “sulked” at me exactly until the moment when we entered the river again and the game of kvacha began anew, and followed exactly the same scenario.

But that was all last year. And this summer, the boys “drowned” me in a different way. They still dipped me in water, but not in order to “win”, but so that I would exhaust myself, drink in the water and stop resisting. And then they, in a “flock”, circling around me, pawed me in the water and were no longer doing it like a child. Usually there were at least two boys and they immediately “pounced” on me as soon as I stopped resisting. It was no longer necessary to even hold my hands in the water, let alone “drown” me. As if accepting the rules of the game, I completely surrendered to the will of the winners and the boys groped me as their rightful trophy. Moreover, all this “fuss” took place amid the general hubbub and screams of everyone who was in the water at that time. And I myself, like those boys, could shout something or answer to other boys or girls who were frolicking in the water a little further from us. Moreover, absolutely everyone who was at a distance from our “flock” knew that I was now being pawed in the water...

Several times, already on the shore, I tried to “give them back”, but how last summer, I was no longer able to do this. The boys, although they remained younger than me in age, had now grown up and were already physically stronger than me. Now I had to fight them with full strength, but this strength was no longer enough for me. No matter how desperately I resisted, I was quickly thrown onto the sand, and the winner immediately sat on top of me. And now I had to utter the ritual phrase “I give up. That’s enough,” thereby admitting defeat.
But they were in no hurry to get off me. As a winner, they sat on my stomach, in the navel area, or even a little lower for a very long time. Thank God they didn’t sit on my chest. Moreover, while they were sitting on me, they always tried to “provoke” me so that I would start resisting again. All they had to do was pinch me, I naturally “kicked” again and they again “tried” to keep me on the sand. Only now they could even lie on top of me, as if showing everyone that they, too, were “exhausted” and were holding me with difficulty.

My friends usually stopped such a struggle. Svetka or Irka could say a “phrase” very sharply and rudely, and the “magic of the fight” would immediately disappear and they would finally get off me.
But even on the way home, from the beach, I was always surrounded by “fans” who tried to at least hold my hand, since I wouldn’t allow them more in front of my girlfriends. But damn, in the case when my friends were nearby.
It turned out that Tanya graduated from 11th grade that summer and became headlong into “the future.” Although she came to the village, it was only once, or even twice, and I could no longer “save” with her grandmother, who for some reason began to treat me differently, but what can I say about those days when her granddaughter was not with me...

Why am I telling this in such detail now. I want you to understand how difficult it was for me that summer. I was “nobody’s”. I didn’t have my own boy. Therefore, any boy considered it a “sacred thing” to start wrestling with me on the shore, using any trifle as an excuse to grope me.
They groped me “cautiously” for now. The only thing that saved me was that in the village, absolutely all the boys considered me a “complete lesbian.” And although no one approached me with “love,” I had enough, as they say, without their courtship.

It got to the point that I began to be “afraid.” Not any of the boys specifically, but in general. And not to be afraid, but to be afraid. I’m not a fool and I understood what such games would ultimately lead to. It became more and more difficult for me to find a reason to stop the guys. After all, they could, in principle, be understood. Since a girl, even a “lesbian,” allows herself to be touched in the water and “wrestled,” then why can’t you “play” with her in the yard. Thank God that no one groped me openly in the yard, but they held my hands very often, as if by chance they touched me on a bench, on my legs, on my butt, they could stroke, “accidentally” of course, my back or bare thighs...

Damn, I even came to the village without a swimsuit several times. Well, I didn’t wear it on purpose. Not to show off my naked tits, but so that I have a reason to leave me alone. Well, like, I didn’t take a swimsuit, so I won’t go swimming, in short, that’s all...

But it didn’t last long for me in those days. The whole company laughed and played in the water so much that I climbed into the river in only my “panties”… and a blouse or T-shirt…. Damn, I’ll say right away that it would be better if I didn’t do that. The thing is that as soon as I got out of the water,... On the shore, the wet fabric hugged my body so tightly that my breasts and nipples were clearly visible. And the T-shirt itself was very short, just “at the level” of my pussy, literally not a centimeter covering both it and the panties that I was wearing. But from the outside it looked like the wet T-shirt was simply worn over a naked body.

In short, the effect was simply “WOW”, so I quickly gave up on “not wearing a swimsuit at home.”
But there were also funny moments. One boy, Slavka G., played with us very often. He was a whole year younger than me and had a very unique appearance. Firstly, he was short, much shorter than all the boys of his age, but the main thing was that he had such delicate facial features that his face looked more like a girl... The boys sometimes teased him because of this, but we are girls, They treated him as “one of their own.” And not only because he was very “fragile”. The main thing is that he was absolutely harmless, agreed with us in absolutely everything and was generally ready to fulfill the girl’s every whim. Not all girls, namely, girls from my “mafia”. Irka, Svetka, of course, and two more girls, Irka’s friends from school... It was with us that this Slavka spent most of his time.

Damn, what he didn’t do for us. And I ran to shops and climbed trees for fruit, my bike rolled downhill when I was “tired.” I’m not saying he was our errand boy. But he carried out all the “everyday” tasks willingly and we never humiliated him. Well, maybe they were “humiliated”, but literally just a drop.

We especially liked fighting with him on the beach. And since he was physically weaker, the girls and I always came out of the fight as winners. Moreover, Slava fought for real, at full strength. The poor man so wanted to defeat any of us, as if thereby proving that he was still a boy and could also “do” something.
But he always lost to us, and when there were no “strangers” around, we and my friends could sit on his stomach and chest for a long time...

And that day it turned out that I “parked” my bike right at Slavka’s, in the courtyard of his private house. I often left my bike with someone in the village. It was simply impossible to roll him ashore. It was in the place where we always swam that the “rocks” were very large and there was no way with a bicycle. So I left it with someone in the yard.

I then stayed with Slava in the “old house”, the windows of which simply faced the street, and the wall was a continuation of the fence. So, I went in to drink some water, and then I saw a group of boys we knew walking down the street, and I immediately hid “under the window” before they noticed me. Well, I just squatted down so that my head was below the windowsill and waited for the boys to pass by. But I hid, and Slava remained standing by the open window. The boys caught up with him, stopped and started talking. A minute, another... I kept waiting for them to finally pass by, but they never left, chatting with Slava about all sorts of nonsense.
Damn, only imagine the situation in which I found myself. My legs were so numb that I could even stand up... But I couldn’t do it anymore. The boys would have seen me immediately. And where did I come from then, and most importantly, what was I doing all this time “under the table”, or rather under the window sill.
I even wanted to crawl out of the room on all fours without getting up, but Slava simply didn’t let me should I do this. I was on my knees with my back to the window, and facing Slavka, and in order to start crawling, he had to take a step to the side, making way for me, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he tried with all his might to keep me at the windowsill. Moreover, he stood just close to me, so that I literally “rested” against his groin with my face.

And imagine my “horror” when this Slavka, after 5 minutes of conversation, began to lower his pants and panties down. From the street, the boys didn’t see that he was standing naked from the waist down, where the window sill was at the level of his navel, so I just buried my face in his crotch....
It took me literally a few minutes. I mean my resistance. And what could I do? Stand up on feet? Damn funny... For probably a minute, I just inhaled Slav’s smell, and when his dick stood up, he started rubbing it on my face and lips. Slavka kept trying to push his dick into my mouth, but since I didn’t give up, he could only poke my face and move the head of his dick across my lips.

Moreover, everything worked out as if by itself. He did not hold my head with his hands, as he kept his hands on the windowsill. Slava simply poked and rubbed his member against my face, and I, afraid to give myself away with noise, simply froze in place.
I don’t know what would have happened to me, if the boys decided to come close to the open window, only “flower beds” separated the house from the street…. But I was lucky, and they remained standing in place throughout the entire conversation.

And when Slava once again put the head of his penis to my mouth, I could no longer resist and opened it myself lips and kissed its tip. Once, then twice, I licked the head with my tongue, and finally opening my mouth, I allowed him to enter me....
When Slava finished, the conversation was long over. The boys had already walked down the street for about 5 minutes, and I, on my knees, continued to suck until the sperm splashed into my mouth...

The next few days, after this incident, I did not see Slava, or rather he avoided me, simply not showing himself to me. And then we finally met, or rather, he “caught” me. At about 8 pm, near the bridge, when I was returning home from the village. I was alone that day, without Svetka, so it turns out that Slavka was waiting there for me on purpose. He blocked my path and I stopped.
- “What?”... - I asked only, but Slava did not answer, but simply unexpectedly hugged me and started kissing me...
So we started meeting him at the bridge, when I was already returning home from the village, and only on those days when none of my friends were around..
Our next meeting took place about four days later, and again at the bridge when I was returning home alone. This time we went under the bridge and there I already allowed Slavka more. I completely undressed for him. She allowed me to touch and kiss myself all over. At his request, she knelt and on all fours in front of him... and again gave him a blowjob.

He fucked me for real only a week later. Slavka, as always, was waiting for me at the bridge. This time I undressed in front of him, took different positions for him, and then lay down on the sand, spread my legs in front of him and allowed him to lie on top of me. I’m more than sure that I was with Slavka first, but he, in principle, already knew what to do with me, since I think he saw it in porn. Damn, he lay on me and fucked me, but for some reason I didn’t feel anything. It’s not even hard to cum. Slavka “moved” on me, and I lay under him and, damn it, told him that I needed to be home quickly, before it got completely dark...

Over the whole summer, Slavka and I had 5 more “meetings”, no more. I didn’t allow him to cum inside himself, but he wasn’t particularly upset. He was more interested in the positions in which I could be put. Damn, how could I not stand for him. And doggy style, and sideways, and sat on top of him, of course lying down..... He especially liked to lean my tits against a tree, and my back to him. He then “fiddled” with my legs and ass for a very long time, pawing and kissing me, from the neck to the very ankles, and then I stuck my ass out as much as possible, and Slava fucked me from behind, in the “G” position, and I tried not to fall , holding on to a tree with her hands…..
Slavka always finished with me. On the face, on the bare chest and stomach, and in the mouth, of course. And he also really loved watching me wash myself after sex...
Something like this...

[Eustace]

what the hell is going on!!!!! Damn... I don’t understand anything!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

what the hell is going on!!!!! Damn... I don’t understand anything!!!

what’s wrong again?

[Eustace]

what’s wrong again?

Why!!!!!!!!!!!! As soon as I see your Nick I want to overtake and kiss all the six lips that are on you!!!! What the hell!

[Canis91]

Well, as always, believe good. It’s a waste of time to talk about a naked bust... It didn’t excite me like Kinder..... I remembered one auntie....
Well, okay, that’s in the past.

[Eustace]

Uncle Kolya is in the next entrance

this is a guy from our Forum!!! An old-timer so to speak!

Sent after 5 minutes 25 seconds:

But no matter how hard they “push”, I always end up on top.

I wouldn’t even push!!!!

[Canis91]

Code aunty from above enta gud.

Sent after 3 minutes 53 seconds:
And enta, just ask... What’s up with that boss?
Did it turn out great? Not me... It’s just interesting. Don’t answer the coin. I’m not offended. I am kind.

[Eustace]

no, well, Slavik is at the window!!! just beautiful!!! our Dude!!!!

[Fargal94]

Natali_Natali, Again, thank you and admire you! Your spontaneity and openness can charm anyone!
And no need to be modest, you have a talent for writing.

[Murena0314]

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[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, Again, thank you and admire you ! Your spontaneity and openness can charm anyone!
And no need to be modest, you have a talent for writing.

nthank you for your feedback)))....

[Christmas_Christmas]

https://i.postimg.cc/Gp2fPg3c/2024-02-15-15-51-02.jpg

спасибо)))...

[Christmas_Christmas]

Why!!!!!!!!!!!! As soon as I see your Nick I want to catch up and kiss you

thanks for the review)))...

[Christmas_Christmas]

Well, as always, believe good

thanks for the feedback)))...

Sent after 3 minutes 2 seconds:

no, well, Slavik is at the window!!! just beautiful! !! our Dude!!!!

your "dude".. damn))))...

[Christmas_Christmas]

And enta, it’s fair to ask... What’s up with that boss?
Did it turn out great? Not me... It’s just interesting. Don’t answer the coin. I’m not offended. I’m kind.

with what boss? with my? what could happen to her?

[Fargal94]

And enta, just ask... What’s wrong with the boss?
Did it turn out great? Not me... It’s just interesting. Don’t answer the coin. I’m not offended. I’m kind.

with what boss? with my? and what could happen to her?

I’ll join in and be curious too) You said that you found out about her panties and some more intimate details)

[Canis91]

Natali_Natali, well, that’s... There’s a lot about Kuni was...

[Christmas_Christmas]

I’ll join in and be curious too) You said that you found out about her panties and some more intimate details)

I didn’t find out anything about her panties) ))) just joking...

Sent after 47 seconds: n

Natali_Natali, well... . There was a chivo about Cooney...

damn... but I didn’t have any Cooney with my boss....

[Canis91]

Natali_Natali, oh how. Eustace won’t stand for this. He hoped so.

[Eustace]

I didn’t find out anything about her panties)))) I was just joking...

damn... I didn’t have it with my boss no cunnilingus...

Natali_Natali, oh how. Eustace will not stand for this.

Yes!!! I’m just so ANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, oh how. Eustace won’t stand for this. He hoped so.

damn, you’ve already confused me... both with my boss and with the "hopes" of the respected Eustace, ....
just talking about her work then, she actually mentioned the incident when the boss scolded me)))
well, then... everyone just started fantasizing... well, I dreamed with everyone))) no more besides...
and then, even if I am interested in finding out what my boss is like between my legs, this does not mean that she will be interested in showing me everything)))

nSent after 1 minute 38 seconds:

Yes!!! I’m just so ANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

really? And now what i can do?

[Fargal94]

Natali_Natali, here a lot depends on you. She most likely won’t be able to resist your charm(

[Eustace]

this does not mean that she will be interested in showing me everything

Let’s ask her!!!!!! A???

[Eustace]

really? and what to do now?

what to do, what to do!!!! Advertising is over!!! The lecturers are waiting!!! The contract is on fire!!! We purchased paper for circulation!!! in short
Pi.....ts!!! I’ll shoot myself!!!!!!

[Canis91]

Eustace, and the video game will freeze. And I’ll finally keep quiet about the blue one...

[Juss]

In this story I will go back a little in time again. Summer. I just finished 10th grade. And as usual, I spent most of my free time with my friends, and like last summer, I went to the village very often. I could now say that nothing has changed and that the “games” continued as before, but there were changes and they were visible to the “naked eye.”
Firstly, I have matured, become older, and this is very good it was “noticeable” from my figure. Taller, slimmer, leggier, hipper, and a little bustier, of course. I’m not saying that I just turned into an adult girl, but it was already very difficult to call me the teenage girl I was in the 9th grade.

Changes in my “look” , and even in the way Svetka looked, they were so noticeable that even the neighbors and courtyard “aunts and uncles” recognized this fact. But if adult women simply gave us “compliments”, emphasizing how we had grown and what kind of girls we had become, then the men from the yard often looked at us closely. Not “insolently,” of course, my friends and I tried to look in their direction, but they immediately averted their eyes, as if showing how “uninteresting” we were to them, and that there was nothing special about us. But for some reason I was very excited by such “gazing” and I did everything to further enhance the impression. No, I didn’t undress in front of my neighbors, but I could highlight my beauty. Now I was always “in control” of myself. For example, pose. Even the way I stood mattered to me. You can just stand with your legs “stretched out” and also scratch your nose... Just kidding...

I always tried to take a pose “with meaning” and I did it better than others. If she was just standing, then she must either be “on her toes”, well, so that her legs would seem even longer and slimmer... Or, for example, she always put her leg on the curb, or any other elevation that happened to be nearby at that moment. The leg then slightly bent at the knee, and the butt protruded slightly. Well, if you add that I walked in the summer exclusively in denim shorts and short blouses, even tops, then I still had the same look.

Damn, maybe you will laugh, but It was that summer that I “realized” my beauty, realized that men liked me, regardless of their age, and I really liked it and excited it.
I especially liked teasing Uncle Kolya, a man of about 50 years old, who at that time was older than my dad. Uncle Kolya lived in the next entrance and seemed to me then almost an old man. But it’s not that. This Uncle Kolya, going out into the yard “for a smoke break,” somehow magically always ended up next to us. Or he just stood a little to the side and “quietly” looked at us. Or he could even sit down next to us on a bench, though only after he had finished smoking his cigarette, what a man’s upbringing he had.
So, when this Uncle Kolya sat down next to us, I almost jumped out of my panties " to tease him. I immediately changed my position. Bottom, I was still sitting on the bench, but I put one of my legs, left or right, on the seat, no matter. I rested my toe or even my heel on the bench, and my knee immediately found itself at face level….
The pose turned out to be so seductive that it seemed to me that I could hear Uncle Kolya swallowing saliva from excitement. And to enhance the effect, I could clasp my bare thigh with my hands and rest my head on my knee. I could stroke the entire length of the leg, or simply rock my bare thigh, constantly changing the “angle of inclination”...

When I “just” rode a bike to the village... No, I didn’t see the admiring glances of the drivers I “caught”, or rather I just didn’t see them, because I needed to look at the road. But I heard “car signals” addressed to me, especially when I was already driving across the bridge, from cars overtaking me more than once. And the “looks” were already in the village. Very often, when cars caught up with me, they slowed down and drove alongside me until I turned at the intersection. Here, the drivers, through the open window, showered me with compliments and offered to get acquainted...
Damn, I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that not only I, but also all my familiar girls and boys in village. They all grew and matured very much, and I was very “surprised” by how much, especially when I first saw a friend or acquaintance from last summer...

In short, over the past year we have all grown a lot, and together The niches of the “game” grew with us and many things were already played completely differently. Even a simple game of “kvacha” was already something more. If last summer the boys “caught up” with me in the water and began to “drown” me, as we called it then, now they “caught up” with me in a slightly different way. They still drowned me, but now not in order to win, to show that they were still stronger than me.

Last summer, boys who were a year or two younger than me always did this. They seemed to be trying to “have time” to show their superiority to me in the water, because they knew that as soon as we all got out of the water onto the shore, I would immediately give them a thrashing. Having climbed out of the water onto the shore, I immediately grabbed one of the “offenders” and began to “fight” him. Well, I wrung the boy’s hands, tried to knock him down... We didn’t fight, under any circumstances. All this was a game of “kwacha”, which began in the water, only now it continued on land.

Although they fought with me with all their might. It’s such a shame for a boy if a girl beats him. But no matter how hard they “push,” I always ended up on top. I was stronger than them and they fizzled out very quickly, so I, having completely suppressed their resistance, sat down with my butt on their chest and demanded that they say the words “I give up, Enough!”…. As soon as the boy uttered this phrase, I immediately got off him, and he “sulked” at me exactly until the moment when we entered the river again and the game of kvacha began anew, and followed exactly the same scenario.

But that was all last year. And this summer, the boys “drowned” me in a different way. They still dipped me in water, but not in order to “win”, but so that I would exhaust myself, drink in the water and stop resisting. And then they, in a “flock”, circling around me, pawed me in the water and were no longer doing it like a child. Usually there were at least two boys and they immediately “pounced” on me as soon as I stopped resisting. It was no longer necessary to even hold my hands in the water, let alone “drown” me. As if accepting the rules of the game, I completely surrendered to the will of the winners and the boys groped me as their rightful trophy. Moreover, all this “fuss” took place amid the general hubbub and screams of everyone who was in the water at that time. And I myself, like those boys, could shout something or answer to other boys or girls who were frolicking in the water a little further from us. Moreover, absolutely everyone who was at a distance from our “flock” knew that I was now being pawed in the water...

Several times, already on the shore, I tried to “give them back”, but how last summer, I was no longer able to do this. The boys, although they remained younger than me in age, had now grown up and were already physically stronger than me. Now I had to fight them with full strength, but this strength was no longer enough for me. No matter how desperately I resisted, I was quickly thrown onto the sand, and the winner immediately sat on top of me. And now I had to utter the ritual phrase “I give up. That’s enough,” thereby admitting defeat.
But they were in no hurry to get off me. As a winner, they sat on my stomach, in the navel area, or even a little lower for a very long time. Thank God they didn’t sit on my chest. Moreover, while they were sitting on me, they always tried to “provoke” me so that I would start resisting again. All they had to do was pinch me, I naturally “kicked” again and they again “tried” to keep me on the sand. Only now they could even lie on top of me, as if showing everyone that they, too, were “exhausted” and were holding me with difficulty.

My friends usually stopped such a struggle. Svetka or Irka could say a “phrase” very sharply and rudely, and the “magic of the fight” would immediately disappear and they would finally get off me.
But even on the way home, from the beach, I was always surrounded by “fans” who tried to at least hold my hand, since I wouldn’t allow them more in front of my girlfriends. But damn, in the case when my friends were nearby.
It turned out that Tanya graduated from 11th grade that summer and became headlong into “the future.” Although she came to the village, it was only once, or even twice, and I could no longer “save” with her grandmother, who for some reason began to treat me differently, but what can I say about those days when her granddaughter was not with me...

Why am I telling this in such detail now. I want you to understand how difficult it was for me that summer. I was “nobody’s”. I didn’t have my own boy. Therefore, any boy considered it a “sacred thing” to start wrestling with me on the shore, using any trifle as an excuse to grope me.
They groped me “cautiously” for now. The only thing that saved me was that in the village, absolutely all the boys considered me a “complete lesbian.” And although no one approached me with “love,” I had enough, as they say, without their courtship.

It got to the point that I began to be “afraid.” Not any of the boys specifically, but in general. And not to be afraid, but to be afraid. I’m not a fool and I understood what such games would ultimately lead to. It became more and more difficult for me to find a reason to stop the guys. After all, they could, in principle, be understood. Since a girl, even a “lesbian,” allows herself to be touched in the water and “wrestled,” then why can’t you “play” with her in the yard. Thank God that no one groped me openly in the yard, but they held my hands very often, as if by chance they touched me on a bench, on my legs, on my butt, they could stroke, “accidentally” of course, my back or bare thighs...

Damn, I even came to the village without a swimsuit several times. Well, I didn’t wear it on purpose. Not to show off my naked tits, but so that I have a reason to leave me alone. Well, like, I didn’t take a swimsuit, so I won’t go swimming, in short, that’s all...

But it didn’t last long for me in those days. The whole company laughed and played in the water so much that I climbed into the river in only my “panties”… and a blouse or T-shirt…. Damn, I’ll say right away that it would be better if I didn’t do that. The thing is that as soon as I got out of the water,... On the shore, the wet fabric hugged my body so tightly that my breasts and nipples were clearly visible. And the T-shirt itself was very short, just “at the level” of my pussy, literally not a centimeter covering both it and the panties that I was wearing. But from the outside it looked like the wet T-shirt was simply worn over a naked body.

In short, the effect was simply “WOW”, so I quickly gave up on “not wearing a swimsuit at home.”
But there were also funny moments. One boy, Slavka G., played with us very often. He was a whole year younger than me and had a very unique appearance. Firstly, he was short, much shorter than all the boys of his age, but the main thing was that he had such delicate facial features that his face looked more like a girl... The boys sometimes teased him because of this, but we are girls, They treated him as “one of their own.” And not only because he was very “fragile”. The main thing is that he was absolutely harmless, agreed with us in absolutely everything and was generally ready to fulfill the girl’s every whim. Not all girls, namely, girls from my “mafia”. Irka, Svetka, of course, and two more girls, Irka’s friends from school... It was with us that this Slavka spent most of his time.

Damn, what he didn’t do for us. And I ran to shops and climbed trees for fruit, my bike rolled downhill when I was “tired.” I’m not saying he was our errand boy. But he carried out all the “everyday” tasks willingly and we never humiliated him. Well, maybe they were “humiliated”, but literally just a drop.

We especially liked fighting with him on the beach. And since he was physically weaker, the girls and I always came out of the fight as winners. Moreover, Slava fought for real, at full strength. The poor man so wanted to defeat any of us, as if thereby proving that he was still a boy and could also “do” something.
But he always lost to us, and when there were no “strangers” around, we and my friends could sit on his stomach and chest for a long time...

And that day it turned out that I “parked” my bike right at Slavka’s, in the courtyard of his private house. I often left my bike with someone in the village. It was simply impossible to roll him ashore. It was in the place where we always swam that the “rocks” were very large and there was no way with a bicycle. So I left it with someone in the yard.

I then stayed with Slava in the “old house”, the windows of which simply faced the street, and the wall was a continuation of the fence. So, I went in to drink some water, and then I saw a group of boys we knew walking down the street, and I immediately hid “under the window” before they noticed me. Well, I just squatted down so that my head was below the windowsill and waited for the boys to pass by. But I hid, and Slava remained standing by the open window. The boys caught up with him, stopped and started talking. A minute, another... I kept waiting for them to finally pass by, but they never left, chatting with Slava about all sorts of nonsense.
Damn, only imagine the situation in which I found myself. My legs were so numb that I could even stand up... But I couldn’t do it anymore. The boys would have seen me immediately. And where did I come from then, and most importantly, what was I doing all this time “under the table”, or rather under the window sill.
I even wanted to crawl out of the room on all fours without getting up, but Slava simply didn’t let me should I do this. I was on my knees with my back to the window, and facing Slavka, and in order to start crawling, he had to take a step to the side, making way for me, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he tried with all his might to keep me at the windowsill. Moreover, he stood just close to me, so that I literally “rested” against his groin with my face.

And imagine my “horror” when this Slavka, after 5 minutes of conversation, began to lower his pants and panties down. From the street, the boys didn’t see that he was standing naked from the waist down, where the window sill was at the level of his navel, so I just buried my face in his crotch....
It took me literally a few minutes. I mean my resistance. And what could I do? Stand up on feet? Damn funny... For probably a minute, I just inhaled Slav’s smell, and when his dick stood up, he started rubbing it on my face and lips. Slavka kept trying to push his dick into my mouth, but since I didn’t give up, he could only poke my face and move the head of his dick across my lips.

Moreover, everything worked out as if by itself. He did not hold my head with his hands, as he kept his hands on the windowsill. Slava simply poked and rubbed his member against my face, and I, afraid to give myself away with noise, simply froze in place.
I don’t know what would have happened to me, if the boys decided to come close to the open window, only “flower beds” separated the house from the street…. But I was lucky, and they remained standing in place throughout the entire conversation.

And when Slava once again put the head of his penis to my mouth, I could no longer resist and opened it myself lips and kissed its tip. Once, then twice, I licked the head with my tongue, and finally opening my mouth, I allowed him to enter me....
When Slava finished, the conversation was long over. The boys had already walked down the street for about 5 minutes, and I, on my knees, continued to suck until the sperm splashed into my mouth...

The next few days, after this incident, I did not see Slava, or rather he avoided me, simply not showing himself to me. And then we finally met, or rather, he “caught” me. At about 8 pm, near the bridge, when I was returning home from the village. I was alone that day, without Svetka, so it turns out that Slavka was waiting there for me on purpose. He blocked my path and I stopped.
- “What?”... - I asked only, but Slava did not answer, but simply unexpectedly hugged me and started kissing me...
So we started meeting him at the bridge, when I was already returning home from the village, and only on those days when none of my friends were around..
Our next meeting took place about four days later, and again at the bridge when I was returning home alone. This time we went under the bridge and there I already allowed Slavka more. I completely undressed for him. She allowed me to touch and kiss myself all over. At his request, she knelt and on all fours in front of him... and again gave him a blowjob.

He fucked me for real only a week later. Slavka, as always, was waiting for me at the bridge. This time I undressed in front of him, took different positions for him, and then lay down on the sand, spread my legs in front of him and allowed him to lie on top of me. I’m more than sure that I was with Slavka first, but he, in principle, already knew what to do with me, since I think he saw it in porn. Damn, he lay on me and fucked me, but for some reason I didn’t feel anything. It’s not even hard to cum. Slavka “moved” on me, and I lay under him and, damn it, told him that I needed to be home quickly, before it got completely dark...

Over the whole summer, Slavka and I had 5 more “meetings”, no more. I didn’t allow him to cum inside himself, but he wasn’t particularly upset. He was more interested in the positions in which I could be put. Damn, how could I not stand for him. And doggy style, and sideways, and sat on top of him, of course lying down..... He especially liked to lean my tits against a tree, and my back to him. He then “fiddled” with my legs and ass for a very long time, pawing and kissing me, from the neck to the very ankles, and then I stuck my ass out as much as possible, and Slava fucked me from behind, in the “G” position, and I tried not to fall , holding on to a tree with her hands…..
Slavka always finished with me. On the face, on the bare chest and stomach, and in the mouth, of course. And he also really loved watching me wash myself after sex...
Something like this...

As always, I am delighted with writing a story. Everything is easy to read and casual. I read it with pleasure.

[Eustace]

and the video game will freeze. And finally I’ll keep quiet about the blue one..

finally Popados!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, here a lot depends on you. She most likely will not resist your charm

Let’s Ask her!!!!!! A???

damn... well, don’t confuse one with the other.... from my Stories you probably got the impression that sex was happening to me “as if I had nothing to do,” that I only dreamed of being humiliated and even went to the subway with a poster “I am humiliating myself for food!”...

look... it’s you men who saw a girl and you already want her... and with your eyes "you want"... and from the smell you want... and you literally want her, "here and now" ...
When I talked about my girlfriends, I literally had sex with only a few of them....
Yes, many girls didn’t mind “seeing” how I do it. .. don’t mind just touching me... naked brown-haired girl, why not touch her, don’t “try” what and how she has there... they could even humiliate my company in order to show themselves and others how brave they are ...
But damn it all.... most of the girls simply didn’t want sex as such....
it’s in porn, all the girls are lesbo.. and damn it immediately the heat starts "....
everything is different in life.... and just "fooling" with me in the company does not mean that the girls just dreamed of sex with me... I didn’t even have sex with some I kissed them, they were probably disgusted... And you know why, because they were normal, well, "straight girls"...
Here is my boss, "straight girl". I, as a girl, am not interested in her from the word at all....
maybe if we were in a group and I "showed" myself there, then.. most likely the boss would "try me "... but again.. just "playing" for the company with everyone

[Eustace]

you men, you saw a girl and you already want her... and with your eyes you want "you want"... and from the smell you want... well, you literally fucking want her, "here and now"... n

I’m a monitor I’ll see you already!!! I want it immediately!!!

[Fargal94]

Natali_Natali, No offense, only, dear! I thought that you just had mutual sympathy and attraction. Your hobbies and games in your youth have almost nothing to do with it.

[Christmas_Christmas]

As always, I am delighted with writing history. Everything is easy to read and casual. I read it with pleasure.

thanks for the review)))...

[Eustace]

maybe if we were in a group and I "showed" myself there, then.. most likely the boss would "try" me...

Well, finally, the Head is working!!!! I damn near shot myself!!! to Melon!!

[Fargal94]

Eustace, don’t hurt the girl! Did our head really work at 15?))))) Only the head)

[Christmas_Christmas]

Melon!!

damn.. I love melons very much too))) even more than bananas.. especially takeya melons.. not round but oblong)))) damn.. drooling))

or what melon are you talking about now?

[Eustace]

Fargal94, I haven’t read the Story with the Boss yet!! !! I won’t eat!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Eustace, don’t hurt the girl! Did our head really work at 15?))))) Only the head)

damn... to the point...
I suggest let the respected Eustace also tell you what he had at the age of 15? honestly just to admit, without fabrications))))

[Eustace]

let dear Eustace also tell you what he had at the age of 15? honestly just to admit, without inventions))))

the Forum will be Hysterical!!!!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Fargal94, for now I’ll tell you the story with the boss I won’t read it!!!! I won’t eat!!!

Stories with "bosses" will already be at the university))))... if I I’ll pluck up the courage and tell you at least part of it.... you won’t be able to damn sleep peacefully for a couple of nights))).

[Eustace]

or which melon are you talking about now?

well, of course, about the most delicious one!!! Expensive!

[Christmas_Christmas]

let dear Eustace also tell you what he had at the age of 15? honestly just to admit, without inventions))))

the Forum will be Hysterical!!!!!!

why?

[Eustace]

you won’t be able to fucking sleep peacefully for a couple of nights))).

yes, I’m after the Lighter!!!!!!!! Stopped sleeping!!!!!!!!!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

you won’t be able to fucking sleep peacefully for a couple of nights))).

yes, I’m after the Lighter!!!!!!!! Stopped sleeping!!!!!!!!!!!

damn that lighter.... although I only hinted about the lighter...
I can also "hint" like naked.. that’s completely.... I retook the exam at the university))) in the office of the head of the department... there was no sex as such.. he was already old and at a very respectable age ... but he loved the students very much.. especially those who didn’t come to his lectures.... I missed more than 2 lectures, I already have detention... during the exam I really clung to such truants.... all sorts of damn things happened..

[Eustace]

like naked.. that’s it completely.... I retook the exam at the university)))

In short!!!!!!!I’m already negotiating with the Sponsor!!! For 1500 episodes!!!!! And Three Performances!!!
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[Canis91]

Вот тыква.
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Отправлено спустя 2 минуты 5 секунд:
Юстас, и про игру надо тоже...
Prepod und shuden. Энто покруче Атомик Харт будет.

[Tapkin]

In this story I will go back a little in time again. Summer. I just finished 10th grade. And as usual, I spent most of my free time with my friends, and like last summer, I went to the village very often. I could now say that nothing has changed and that the “games” continued as before, but there were changes and they were visible to the “naked eye.”
Firstly, I have matured, become older, and this is very good it was “noticeable” from my figure. Taller, slimmer, leggier, hipper, and a little bustier, of course. I’m not saying that I just turned into an adult girl, but it was already very difficult to call me the teenage girl I was in the 9th grade.

Changes in my “look” , and even in the way Svetka looked, they were so noticeable that even the neighbors and courtyard “aunts and uncles” recognized this fact. But if adult women simply gave us “compliments”, emphasizing how we had grown and what kind of girls we had become, then the men from the yard often looked at us closely. Not “insolently,” of course, my friends and I tried to look in their direction, but they immediately averted their eyes, as if showing how “uninteresting” we were to them, and that there was nothing special about us. But for some reason I was very excited by such “gazing” and I did everything to further enhance the impression. No, I didn’t undress in front of my neighbors, but I could highlight my beauty. Now I was always “in control” of myself. For example, pose. Even the way I stood mattered to me. You can just stand with your legs “stretched out” and also scratch your nose... Just kidding...

I always tried to take a pose “with meaning” and I did it better than others. If she was just standing, then she must either be “on her toes”, well, so that her legs would seem even longer and slimmer... Or, for example, she always put her leg on the curb, or any other elevation that happened to be nearby at that moment. The leg then slightly bent at the knee, and the butt protruded slightly. Well, if you add that I walked in the summer exclusively in denim shorts and short blouses, even tops, then I still had the same look.

Damn, maybe you will laugh, but It was that summer that I “realized” my beauty, realized that men liked me, regardless of their age, and I really liked it and excited it.
I especially liked teasing Uncle Kolya, a man of about 50 years old, who at that time was older than my dad. Uncle Kolya lived in the next entrance and seemed to me then almost an old man. But it’s not that. This Uncle Kolya, going out into the yard “for a smoke break,” somehow magically always ended up next to us. Or he just stood a little to the side and “quietly” looked at us. Or he could even sit down next to us on a bench, though only after he had finished smoking his cigarette, what a man’s upbringing he had.
So, when this Uncle Kolya sat down next to us, I almost jumped out of my panties " to tease him. I immediately changed my position. Bottom, I was still sitting on the bench, but I put one of my legs, left or right, on the seat, no matter. I rested my toe or even my heel on the bench, and my knee immediately found itself at face level….
The pose turned out to be so seductive that it seemed to me that I could hear Uncle Kolya swallowing saliva from excitement. And to enhance the effect, I could clasp my bare thigh with my hands and rest my head on my knee. I could stroke the entire length of the leg, or simply rock my bare thigh, constantly changing the “angle of inclination”...

When I “just” rode a bike to the village... No, I didn’t see the admiring glances of the drivers I “caught”, or rather I just didn’t see them, because I needed to look at the road. But I heard “car signals” addressed to me, especially when I was already driving across the bridge, from cars overtaking me more than once. And the “looks” were already in the village. Very often, when cars caught up with me, they slowed down and drove alongside me until I turned at the intersection. Here, the drivers, through the open window, showered me with compliments and offered to get acquainted...
Damn, I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that not only I, but also all my familiar girls and boys in village. They all grew and matured very much, and I was very “surprised” by how much, especially when I first saw a friend or acquaintance from last summer...

In short, over the past year we have all grown a lot, and together The niches of the “game” grew with us and many things were already played completely differently. Even a simple game of “kvacha” was already something more. If last summer the boys “caught up” with me in the water and began to “drown” me, as we called it then, now they “caught up” with me in a slightly different way. They still drowned me, but now not in order to win, to show that they were still stronger than me.

Last summer, boys who were a year or two younger than me always did this. They seemed to be trying to “have time” to show their superiority to me in the water, because they knew that as soon as we all got out of the water onto the shore, I would immediately give them a thrashing. Having climbed out of the water onto the shore, I immediately grabbed one of the “offenders” and began to “fight” him. Well, I wrung the boy’s hands, tried to knock him down... We didn’t fight, under any circumstances. All this was a game of “kwacha”, which began in the water, only now it continued on land.

Although they fought with me with all their might. It’s such a shame for a boy if a girl beats him. But no matter how hard they “push,” I always ended up on top. I was stronger than them and they fizzled out very quickly, so I, having completely suppressed their resistance, sat down with my butt on their chest and demanded that they say the words “I give up, Enough!”…. As soon as the boy uttered this phrase, I immediately got off him, and he “sulked” at me exactly until the moment when we entered the river again and the game of kvacha began anew, and followed exactly the same scenario.

But that was all last year. And this summer, the boys “drowned” me in a different way. They still dipped me in water, but not in order to “win”, but so that I would exhaust myself, drink in the water and stop resisting. And then they, in a “flock”, circling around me, pawed me in the water and were no longer doing it like a child. Usually there were at least two boys and they immediately “pounced” on me as soon as I stopped resisting. It was no longer necessary to even hold my hands in the water, let alone “drown” me. As if accepting the rules of the game, I completely surrendered to the will of the winners and the boys groped me as their rightful trophy. Moreover, all this “fuss” took place amid the general hubbub and screams of everyone who was in the water at that time. And I myself, like those boys, could shout something or answer to other boys or girls who were frolicking in the water a little further from us. Moreover, absolutely everyone who was at a distance from our “flock” knew that I was now being pawed in the water...

Several times, already on the shore, I tried to “give them back”, but how last summer, I was no longer able to do this. The boys, although they remained younger than me in age, had now grown up and were already physically stronger than me. Now I had to fight them with full strength, but this strength was no longer enough for me. No matter how desperately I resisted, I was quickly thrown onto the sand, and the winner immediately sat on top of me. And now I had to utter the ritual phrase “I give up. That’s enough,” thereby admitting defeat.
But they were in no hurry to get off me. As a winner, they sat on my stomach, in the navel area, or even a little lower for a very long time. Thank God they didn’t sit on my chest. Moreover, while they were sitting on me, they always tried to “provoke” me so that I would start resisting again. All they had to do was pinch me, I naturally “kicked” again and they again “tried” to keep me on the sand. Only now they could even lie on top of me, as if showing everyone that they, too, were “exhausted” and were holding me with difficulty.

My friends usually stopped such a struggle. Svetka or Irka could say a “phrase” very sharply and rudely, and the “magic of the fight” would immediately disappear and they would finally get off me.
But even on the way home, from the beach, I was always surrounded by “fans” who tried to at least hold my hand, since I wouldn’t allow them more in front of my girlfriends. But damn, in the case when my friends were nearby.
It turned out that Tanya graduated from 11th grade that summer and became headlong into “the future.” Although she came to the village, it was only once, or even twice, and I could no longer “save” with her grandmother, who for some reason began to treat me differently, but what can I say about those days when her granddaughter was not with me...

Why am I telling this in such detail now. I want you to understand how difficult it was for me that summer. I was “nobody’s”. I didn’t have my own boy. Therefore, any boy considered it a “sacred thing” to start wrestling with me on the shore, using any trifle as an excuse to grope me.
They groped me “cautiously” for now. The only thing that saved me was that in the village, absolutely all the boys considered me a “complete lesbian.” And although no one approached me with “love,” I had enough, as they say, without their courtship.

It got to the point that I began to be “afraid.” Not any of the boys specifically, but in general. And not to be afraid, but to be afraid. I’m not a fool and I understood what such games would ultimately lead to. It became more and more difficult for me to find a reason to stop the guys. After all, they could, in principle, be understood. Since a girl, even a “lesbian,” allows herself to be touched in the water and “wrestled,” then why can’t you “play” with her in the yard. Thank God that no one groped me openly in the yard, but they held my hands very often, as if by chance they touched me on a bench, on my legs, on my butt, they could stroke, “accidentally” of course, my back or bare thighs...

Damn, I even came to the village without a swimsuit several times. Well, I didn’t wear it on purpose. Not to show off my naked tits, but so that I have a reason to leave me alone. Well, like, I didn’t take a swimsuit, so I won’t go swimming, in short, that’s all...

But it didn’t last long for me in those days. The whole company laughed and played in the water so much that I climbed into the river in only my “panties”… and a blouse or T-shirt…. Damn, I’ll say right away that it would be better if I didn’t do that. The thing is that as soon as I got out of the water,... On the shore, the wet fabric hugged my body so tightly that my breasts and nipples were clearly visible. And the T-shirt itself was very short, just “at the level” of my pussy, literally not a centimeter covering both it and the panties that I was wearing. But from the outside it looked like the wet T-shirt was simply worn over a naked body.

In short, the effect was simply “WOW”, so I quickly gave up on “not wearing a swimsuit at home.”
But there were also funny moments. One boy, Slavka G., played with us very often. He was a whole year younger than me and had a very unique appearance. Firstly, he was short, much shorter than all the boys of his age, but the main thing was that he had such delicate facial features that his face looked more like a girl... The boys sometimes teased him because of this, but we are girls, They treated him as “one of their own.” And not only because he was very “fragile”. The main thing is that he was absolutely harmless, agreed with us in absolutely everything and was generally ready to fulfill the girl’s every whim. Not all girls, namely, girls from my “mafia”. Irka, Svetka, of course, and two more girls, Irka’s friends from school... It was with us that this Slavka spent most of his time.

Damn, what he didn’t do for us. And I ran to shops and climbed trees for fruit, my bike rolled downhill when I was “tired.” I’m not saying he was our errand boy. But he carried out all the “everyday” tasks willingly and we never humiliated him. Well, maybe they were “humiliated”, but literally just a drop.

We especially liked fighting with him on the beach. And since he was physically weaker, the girls and I always came out of the fight as winners. Moreover, Slava fought for real, at full strength. The poor man so wanted to defeat any of us, as if thereby proving that he was still a boy and could also “do” something.
But he always lost to us, and when there were no “strangers” around, we and my friends could sit on his stomach and chest for a long time...

And that day it turned out that I “parked” my bike right at Slavka’s, in the courtyard of his private house. I often left my bike with someone in the village. It was simply impossible to roll him ashore. It was in the place where we always swam that the “rocks” were very large and there was no way with a bicycle. So I left it with someone in the yard.

I then stayed with Slava in the “old house”, the windows of which simply faced the street, and the wall was a continuation of the fence. So, I went in to drink some water, and then I saw a group of boys we knew walking down the street, and I immediately hid “under the window” before they noticed me. Well, I just squatted down so that my head was below the windowsill and waited for the boys to pass by. But I hid, and Slava remained standing by the open window. The boys caught up with him, stopped and started talking. A minute, another... I kept waiting for them to finally pass by, but they never left, chatting with Slava about all sorts of nonsense.
Damn, only imagine the situation in which I found myself. My legs were so numb that I could even stand up... But I couldn’t do it anymore. The boys would have seen me immediately. And where did I come from then, and most importantly, what was I doing all this time “under the table”, or rather under the window sill.
I even wanted to crawl out of the room on all fours without getting up, but Slava simply didn’t let me should I do this. I was on my knees with my back to the window, and facing Slavka, and in order to start crawling, he had to take a step to the side, making way for me, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he tried with all his might to keep me at the windowsill. Moreover, he stood just close to me, so that I literally “rested” against his groin with my face.

And imagine my “horror” when this Slavka, after 5 minutes of conversation, began to lower his pants and panties down. From the street, the boys didn’t see that he was standing naked from the waist down, where the window sill was at the level of his navel, so I just buried my face in his crotch....
It took me literally a few minutes. I mean my resistance. And what could I do? Stand up on feet? Damn funny... For probably a minute, I just inhaled Slav’s smell, and when his dick stood up, he started rubbing it on my face and lips. Slavka kept trying to push his dick into my mouth, but since I didn’t give up, he could only poke my face and move the head of his dick across my lips.

Moreover, everything worked out as if by itself. He did not hold my head with his hands, as he kept his hands on the windowsill. Slava simply poked and rubbed his member against my face, and I, afraid to give myself away with noise, simply froze in place.
I don’t know what would have happened to me, if the boys decided to come close to the open window, only “flower beds” separated the house from the street…. But I was lucky, and they remained standing in place throughout the entire conversation.

And when Slava once again put the head of his penis to my mouth, I could no longer resist and opened it myself lips and kissed its tip. Once, then twice, I licked the head with my tongue, and finally opening my mouth, I allowed him to enter me....
When Slava finished, the conversation was long over. The boys had already walked down the street for about 5 minutes, and I, on my knees, continued to suck until the sperm splashed into my mouth...

The next few days, after this incident, I did not see Slava, or rather he avoided me, simply not showing himself to me. And then we finally met, or rather, he “caught” me. At about 8 pm, near the bridge, when I was returning home from the village. I was alone that day, without Svetka, so it turns out that Slavka was waiting there for me on purpose. He blocked my path and I stopped.
- “What?”... - I asked only, but Slava did not answer, but simply unexpectedly hugged me and started kissing me...

So we started meeting him at the bridge, when I was already returning home from the village, and only on those days when none of my friends were around..
Our next meeting took place about four days later, and again at the bridge when I was returning home alone. This time we went under the bridge and there I already allowed Slavka more. I completely undressed for him. She allowed me to touch and kiss myself all over. At his request, she knelt and on all fours in front of him... and again gave him a blowjob.

He fucked me for real only a week later. Slavka, as always, was waiting for me at the bridge. This time I undressed in front of him, took different positions for him, and then lay down on the sand, spread my legs in front of him and allowed him to lie on top of me. I’m more than sure that I was with Slavka first, but he, in principle, already knew what to do with me, since I think he saw it in porn. Damn, he lay on me and fucked me, but for some reason I didn’t feel anything. It’s not even hard to cum. Slavka “moved” on me, and I lay under him and, damn it, told him that I needed to be home quickly, before it got completely dark...

Over the whole summer, Slavka and I had 5 more “meetings”, no more. I didn’t allow him to cum inside himself, but he wasn’t particularly upset. He was more interested in the positions in which I could be put. Damn, how could I not stand for him. And doggy style, and sideways, and sat on top of him, of course lying down..... He especially liked to lean my tits against a tree, and my back to him. He then “fiddled” with my legs and ass for a very long time, pawing and kissing me, from the neck to the very ankles, and then I stuck my ass out as much as possible, and Slava fucked me from behind, in the “G” position, and I tried not to fall , holding on to a tree with her hands…..
Slavka always finished with me. On the face, on the bare chest and stomach, and in the mouth, of course. And he also really loved watching me wash myself after sex...
Something like this...

https://i.postimg.cc/bwKKbqvP/image.jpg



*валидола мне , желательно горсточку!)))

[Eustace]

In this story I will go back a little in time again. Summer. I just finished 10th grade. And as usual, I spent most of my free time with my friends, and like last summer, I went to the village very often. I could now say that nothing has changed and that the “games” continued as before, but there were changes and they were visible to the “naked eye.”
Firstly, I have matured, become older, and this is very good it was “noticeable” from my figure. Taller, slimmer, leggier, hipper, and a little bustier, of course. I’m not saying that I just turned into an adult girl, but it was already very difficult to call me the teenage girl I was in the 9th grade.

Changes in my “look” , and even in the way Svetka looked, they were so noticeable that even the neighbors and courtyard “aunts and uncles” recognized this fact. But if adult women simply gave us “compliments”, emphasizing how we had grown and what kind of girls we had become, then the men from the yard often looked at us closely. Not “insolently,” of course, my friends and I tried to look in their direction, but they immediately averted their eyes, as if showing how “uninteresting” we were to them, and that there was nothing special about us. But for some reason I was very excited by such “gazing” and I did everything to further enhance the impression. No, I didn’t undress in front of my neighbors, but I could highlight my beauty. Now I was always “in control” of myself. For example, pose. Even the way I stood mattered to me. You can just stand with your legs “stretched out” and also scratch your nose... Just kidding...

I always tried to take a pose “with meaning” and I did it better than others. If she was just standing, then she must either be “on her toes”, well, so that her legs would seem even longer and slimmer... Or, for example, she always put her leg on the curb, or any other elevation that happened to be nearby at that moment. The leg then slightly bent at the knee, and the butt protruded slightly. Well, if you add that I walked in the summer exclusively in denim shorts and short blouses, even tops, then I still had the same look.

Damn, maybe you will laugh, but It was that summer that I “realized” my beauty, realized that men liked me, regardless of their age, and I really liked it and excited it.
I especially liked teasing Uncle Kolya, a man of about 50 years old, who at that time was older than my dad. Uncle Kolya lived in the next entrance and seemed to me then almost an old man. But it’s not that. This Uncle Kolya, going out into the yard “for a smoke break,” somehow magically always ended up next to us. Or he just stood a little to the side and “quietly” looked at us. Or he could even sit down next to us on a bench, though only after he had finished smoking his cigarette, what a man’s upbringing he had.
So, when this Uncle Kolya sat down next to us, I almost jumped out of my panties " to tease him. I immediately changed my position. Bottom, I was still sitting on the bench, but I put one of my legs, left or right, on the seat, no matter. I rested my toe or even my heel on the bench, and my knee immediately found itself at face level….
The pose turned out to be so seductive that it seemed to me that I could hear Uncle Kolya swallowing saliva from excitement. And to enhance the effect, I could clasp my bare thigh with my hands and rest my head on my knee. I could stroke the entire length of the leg, or simply rock my bare thigh, constantly changing the “angle of inclination”...

When I “just” rode a bike to the village... No, I didn’t see the admiring glances of the drivers I “caught”, or rather I just didn’t see them, because I needed to look at the road. But I heard “car signals” addressed to me, especially when I was already driving across the bridge, from cars overtaking me more than once. And the “looks” were already in the village. Very often, when cars caught up with me, they slowed down and drove alongside me until I turned at the intersection. Here, the drivers, through the open window, showered me with compliments and offered to get acquainted...
Damn, I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that not only I, but also all my familiar girls and boys in village. They all grew and matured very much, and I was very “surprised” by how much, especially when I first saw a friend or acquaintance from last summer...

In short, over the past year we have all grown a lot, and together The niches of the “game” grew with us and many things were already played completely differently. Even a simple game of “kvacha” was already something more. If last summer the boys “caught up” with me in the water and began to “drown” me, as we called it then, now they “caught up” with me in a slightly different way. They still drowned me, but now not in order to win, to show that they were still stronger than me.

Last summer, boys who were a year or two younger than me always did this. They seemed to be trying to “have time” to show their superiority to me in the water, because they knew that as soon as we all got out of the water onto the shore, I would immediately give them a thrashing. Having climbed out of the water onto the shore, I immediately grabbed one of the “offenders” and began to “fight” him. Well, I wrung the boy’s hands, tried to knock him down... We didn’t fight, under any circumstances. All this was a game of “kwacha”, which began in the water, only now it continued on land.

Although they fought with me with all their might. It’s such a shame for a boy if a girl beats him. But no matter how hard they “push,” I always ended up on top. I was stronger than them and they fizzled out very quickly, so I, having completely suppressed their resistance, sat down with my butt on their chest and demanded that they say the words “I give up, Enough!”…. As soon as the boy uttered this phrase, I immediately got off him, and he “sulked” at me exactly until the moment when we entered the river again and the game of kvacha began anew, and followed exactly the same scenario.

But that was all last year. And this summer, the boys “drowned” me in a different way. They still dipped me in water, but not in order to “win”, but so that I would exhaust myself, drink in the water and stop resisting. And then they, in a “flock”, circling around me, pawed me in the water and were no longer doing it like a child. Usually there were at least two boys and they immediately “pounced” on me as soon as I stopped resisting. It was no longer necessary to even hold my hands in the water, let alone “drown” me. As if accepting the rules of the game, I completely surrendered to the will of the winners and the boys groped me as their rightful trophy. Moreover, all this “fuss” took place amid the general hubbub and screams of everyone who was in the water at that time. And I myself, like those boys, could shout something or answer to other boys or girls who were frolicking in the water a little further from us. Moreover, absolutely everyone who was at a distance from our “flock” knew that I was now being pawed in the water...

Several times, already on the shore, I tried to “give them back”, but how last summer, I was no longer able to do this. The boys, although they remained younger than me in age, had now grown up and were already physically stronger than me. Now I had to fight them with full strength, but this strength was no longer enough for me. No matter how desperately I resisted, I was quickly thrown onto the sand, and the winner immediately sat on top of me. And now I had to utter the ritual phrase “I give up. That’s enough,” thereby admitting defeat.
But they were in no hurry to get off me. As a winner, they sat on my stomach, in the navel area, or even a little lower for a very long time. Thank God they didn’t sit on my chest. Moreover, while they were sitting on me, they always tried to “provoke” me so that I would start resisting again. All they had to do was pinch me, I naturally “kicked” again and they again “tried” to keep me on the sand. Only now they could even lie on top of me, as if showing everyone that they, too, were “exhausted” and were holding me with difficulty.

My friends usually stopped such a struggle. Svetka or Irka could say a “phrase” very sharply and rudely, and the “magic of the fight” would immediately disappear and they would finally get off me.
But even on the way home, from the beach, I was always surrounded by “fans” who tried to at least hold my hand, since I wouldn’t allow them more in front of my girlfriends. But damn, in the case when my friends were nearby.
It turned out that Tanya graduated from 11th grade that summer and became headlong into “the future.” Although she came to the village, it was only once, or even twice, and I could no longer “save” with her grandmother, who for some reason began to treat me differently, but what can I say about those days when her granddaughter was not with me...

Why am I telling this in such detail now. I want you to understand how difficult it was for me that summer. I was “nobody’s”. I didn’t have my own boy. Therefore, any boy considered it a “sacred thing” to start wrestling with me on the shore, using any trifle as an excuse to grope me.
They groped me “cautiously” for now. The only thing that saved me was that in the village, absolutely all the boys considered me a “complete lesbian.” And although no one approached me with “love,” I had enough, as they say, without their courtship.

It got to the point that I began to be “afraid.” Not any of the boys specifically, but in general. And not to be afraid, but to be afraid. I’m not a fool and I understood what such games would ultimately lead to. It became more and more difficult for me to find a reason to stop the guys. After all, they could, in principle, be understood. Since a girl, even a “lesbian,” allows herself to be touched in the water and “wrestled,” then why can’t you “play” with her in the yard. Thank God that no one groped me openly in the yard, but they held my hands very often, as if by chance they touched me on a bench, on my legs, on my butt, they could stroke, “accidentally” of course, my back or bare thighs...

Damn, I even came to the village without a swimsuit several times. Well, I didn’t wear it on purpose. Not to show off my naked tits, but so that I have a reason to leave me alone. Well, like, I didn’t take a swimsuit, so I won’t go swimming, in short, that’s all...

But it didn’t last long for me in those days. The whole company laughed and played in the water so much that I climbed into the river in only my “panties”… and a blouse or T-shirt…. Damn, I’ll say right away that it would be better if I didn’t do that. The thing is that as soon as I got out of the water,... On the shore, the wet fabric hugged my body so tightly that my breasts and nipples were clearly visible. And the T-shirt itself was very short, just “at the level” of my pussy, literally not a centimeter covering both it and the panties that I was wearing. But from the outside it looked like the wet T-shirt was simply worn over a naked body.

In short, the effect was simply “WOW”, so I quickly gave up on “not wearing a swimsuit at home.”
But there were also funny moments. One boy, Slavka G., played with us very often. He was a whole year younger than me and had a very unique appearance. Firstly, he was short, much shorter than all the boys of his age, but the main thing was that he had such delicate facial features that his face looked more like a girl... The boys sometimes teased him because of this, but we are girls, They treated him as “one of their own.” And not only because he was very “fragile”. The main thing is that he was absolutely harmless, agreed with us in absolutely everything and was generally ready to fulfill the girl’s every whim. Not all girls, namely, girls from my “mafia”. Irka, Svetka, of course, and two more girls, Irka’s friends from school... It was with us that this Slavka spent most of his time.

Damn, what he didn’t do for us. And I ran to shops and climbed trees for fruit, my bike rolled downhill when I was “tired.” I’m not saying he was our errand boy. But he carried out all the “everyday” tasks willingly and we never humiliated him. Well, maybe they were “humiliated”, but literally just a drop.

We especially liked fighting with him on the beach. And since he was physically weaker, the girls and I always came out of the fight as winners. Moreover, Slava fought for real, at full strength. The poor man so wanted to defeat any of us, as if thereby proving that he was still a boy and could also “do” something.
But he always lost to us, and when there were no “strangers” around, we and my friends could sit on his stomach and chest for a long time...

And that day it turned out that I “parked” my bike right at Slavka’s, in the courtyard of his private house. I often left my bike with someone in the village. It was simply impossible to roll him ashore. It was in the place where we always swam that the “rocks” were very large and there was no way with a bicycle. So I left it with someone in the yard.

I then stayed with Slava in the “old house”, the windows of which simply faced the street, and the wall was a continuation of the fence. So, I went in to drink some water, and then I saw a group of boys we knew walking down the street, and I immediately hid “under the window” before they noticed me. Well, I just squatted down so that my head was below the windowsill and waited for the boys to pass by. But I hid, and Slava remained standing by the open window. The boys caught up with him, stopped and started talking. A minute, another... I kept waiting for them to finally pass by, but they never left, chatting with Slava about all sorts of nonsense.
Damn, only imagine the situation in which I found myself. My legs were so numb that I could even stand up... But I couldn’t do it anymore. The boys would have seen me immediately. And where did I come from then, and most importantly, what was I doing all this time “under the table”, or rather under the window sill.
I even wanted to crawl out of the room on all fours without getting up, but Slava simply didn’t let me should I do this. I was on my knees with my back to the window, and facing Slavka, and in order to start crawling, he had to take a step to the side, making way for me, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he tried with all his might to keep me at the windowsill. Moreover, he stood just close to me, so that I literally “rested” against his groin with my face.

And imagine my “horror” when this Slavka, after 5 minutes of conversation, began to lower his pants and panties down. From the street, the boys didn’t see that he was standing naked from the waist down, where the window sill was at the level of his navel, so I just buried my face in his crotch....
It took me literally a few minutes. I mean my resistance. And what could I do? Stand up on feet? Damn funny... For probably a minute, I just inhaled Slav’s smell, and when his dick stood up, he started rubbing it on my face and lips. Slavka kept trying to push his dick into my mouth, but since I didn’t give up, he could only poke my face and move the head of his dick across my lips.

Moreover, everything worked out as if by itself. He did not hold my head with his hands, as he kept his hands on the windowsill. Slava simply poked and rubbed his member against my face, and I, afraid to give myself away with noise, simply froze in place.
I don’t know what would have happened to me, if the boys decided to come close to the open window, only “flower beds” separated the house from the street…. But I was lucky, and they remained standing in place throughout the entire conversation.

And when Slava once again put the head of his penis to my mouth, I could no longer resist and opened it myself lips and kissed its tip. Once, then twice, I licked the head with my tongue, and finally opening my mouth, I allowed him to enter me....
When Slava finished, the conversation was long over. The boys had already walked down the street for about 5 minutes, and I, on my knees, continued to suck until the sperm splashed into my mouth...

The next few days, after this incident, I did not see Slava, or rather he avoided me, simply not showing himself to me. And then we finally met, or rather, he “caught” me. At about 8 pm, near the bridge, when I was returning home from the village. I was alone that day, without Svetka, so it turns out that Slavka was waiting there for me on purpose. He blocked my path and I stopped.
- “What?”... - I asked only, but Slava did not answer, but simply unexpectedly hugged me and started kissing me...

So we started meeting him at the bridge, when I was already returning home from the village, and only on those days when none of my friends were around..
Our next meeting took place about four days later, and again at the bridge when I was returning home alone. This time we went under the bridge and there I already allowed Slavka more. I completely undressed for him. She allowed me to touch and kiss myself all over. At his request, she knelt and on all fours in front of him... and again gave him a blowjob.

He fucked me for real only a week later. Slavka, as always, was waiting for me at the bridge. This time I undressed in front of him, took different positions for him, and then lay down on the sand, spread my legs in front of him and allowed him to lie on top of me. I’m more than sure that I was with Slavka first, but he, in principle, already knew what to do with me, since I think he saw it in porn. Damn, he lay on me and fucked me, but for some reason I didn’t feel anything. It’s not even hard to cum. Slavka “moved” on me, and I lay under him and, damn it, told him that I needed to be home quickly, before it got completely dark...

Over the whole summer, Slavka and I had 5 more “meetings”, no more. I didn’t allow him to cum inside himself, but he wasn’t particularly upset. He was more interested in the positions in which I could be put. Damn, how could I not stand for him. And doggy style, and sideways, and sat on top of him, of course lying down..... He especially liked to lean my tits against a tree, and my back to him. He then “fiddled” with my legs and ass for a very long time, pawing and kissing me, from the neck to the very ankles, and then I stuck my ass out as much as possible, and Slava fucked me from behind, in the “G” position, and I tried not to fall , holding on to a tree with her hands…..
Slavka always finished with me. On the face, on the bare chest and stomach, and in the mouth, of course. And he also really loved watching me wash myself after sex...
Something like this...

https://i.postimg.cc/bwKKbqvP/image.jpg



*валидола мне , желательно горсточку!)))

я уже Давно Приготовил!!!!!!!!
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[Christmas_Christmas]

*validol for me, preferably a handful!)))

damn, did you like the Story or not?

[Tapkin]

In this story, I will go back a little in time again. Summer. I just finished 10th grade. And as usual, I spent most of my free time with my friends, and like last summer, I went to the village very often. I could now say that nothing has changed and that the “games” continued as before, but there were changes and they were visible to the “naked eye.”
Firstly, I have matured, become older, and this is very good it was “noticeable” from my figure. Taller, slimmer, leggier, hipper, and a little bustier, of course. I’m not saying that I just turned into an adult girl, but it was already very difficult to call me the teenage girl I was in the 9th grade.

Changes in my “look” , and even in the way Svetka looked, they were so noticeable that even the neighbors and courtyard “aunts and uncles” recognized this fact. But if adult women simply gave us “compliments”, emphasizing how we had grown and what kind of girls we had become, then the men from the yard often looked at us closely. Not “insolently,” of course, my friends and I tried to look in their direction, but they immediately averted their eyes, as if showing how “uninteresting” we were to them, and that there was nothing special about us. But for some reason I was very excited by such “gazing” and I did everything to further enhance the impression. No, I didn’t undress in front of my neighbors, but I could highlight my beauty. Now I was always “in control” of myself. For example, pose. Even the way I stood mattered to me. You can just stand with your legs “stretched out” and also scratch your nose... Just kidding...

I always tried to take a pose “with meaning” and I did it better than others. If she was just standing, then she must either be “on her toes”, well, so that her legs would seem even longer and slimmer... Or, for example, she always put her leg on the curb, or any other elevation that happened to be nearby at that moment. The leg then slightly bent at the knee, and the butt protruded slightly. Well, if you add that I walked in the summer exclusively in denim shorts and short blouses, even tops, then I still had the same look.

Damn, maybe you will laugh, but It was that summer that I “realized” my beauty, realized that men liked me, regardless of their age, and I really liked it and excited it.
I especially liked teasing Uncle Kolya, a man of about 50 years old, who at that time was older than my dad. Uncle Kolya lived in the next entrance and seemed to me then almost an old man. But it’s not that. This Uncle Kolya, going out into the yard “for a smoke break,” somehow magically always ended up next to us. Or he just stood a little to the side and “quietly” looked at us. Or he could even sit down next to us on a bench, though only after he had finished smoking his cigarette, what a man’s upbringing he had.
So, when this Uncle Kolya sat down next to us, I almost jumped out of my panties " to tease him. I immediately changed my position. Bottom, I was still sitting on the bench, but I put one of my legs, left or right, on the seat, no matter. I rested my toe or even my heel on the bench, and my knee immediately found itself at face level….
The pose turned out to be so seductive that it seemed to me that I could hear Uncle Kolya swallowing saliva from excitement. And to enhance the effect, I could clasp my bare thigh with my hands and rest my head on my knee. I could stroke the entire length of the leg, or simply rock my bare thigh, constantly changing the “angle of inclination”...

When I “just” rode a bike to the village... No, I didn’t see the admiring glances of the drivers I “caught”, or rather I just didn’t see them, because I needed to look at the road. But I heard “car signals” addressed to me, especially when I was already driving across the bridge, from cars overtaking me more than once. And the “looks” were already in the village. Very often, when cars caught up with me, they slowed down and drove alongside me until I turned at the intersection. Here, the drivers, through the open window, showered me with compliments and offered to get acquainted...
Damn, I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that not only I, but also all my familiar girls and boys in village. They all grew and matured very much, and I was very “surprised” by how much, especially when I first saw a friend or acquaintance from last summer...

In short, over the past year we have all grown a lot, and together The niches of the “game” grew with us and many things were already played completely differently. Even a simple game of “kvacha” was already something more. If last summer the boys “caught up” with me in the water and began to “drown” me, as we called it then, now they “caught up” with me in a slightly different way. They still drowned me, but now not in order to win, to show that they were still stronger than me.

Last summer, boys who were a year or two younger than me always did this. They seemed to be trying to “have time” to show their superiority to me in the water, because they knew that as soon as we all got out of the water onto the shore, I would immediately give them a thrashing. Having climbed out of the water onto the shore, I immediately grabbed one of the “offenders” and began to “fight” him. Well, I wrung the boy’s hands, tried to knock him down... We didn’t fight, under any circumstances. All this was a game of “kwacha”, which began in the water, only now it continued on land.

Although they fought with me with all their might. It’s such a shame for a boy if a girl beats him. But no matter how hard they “push,” I always ended up on top. I was stronger than them and they fizzled out very quickly, so I, having completely suppressed their resistance, sat down with my butt on their chest and demanded that they say the words “I give up, Enough!”…. As soon as the boy uttered this phrase, I immediately got off him, and he “sulked” at me exactly until the moment when we entered the river again and the game of kvacha began anew, and followed exactly the same scenario.

But that was all last year. And this summer, the boys “drowned” me in a different way. They still dipped me in water, but not in order to “win”, but so that I would exhaust myself, drink in the water and stop resisting. And then they, in a “flock”, circling around me, pawed me in the water and were no longer doing it like a child. Usually there were at least two boys and they immediately “pounced” on me as soon as I stopped resisting. It was no longer necessary to even hold my hands in the water, let alone “drown” me. As if accepting the rules of the game, I completely surrendered to the will of the winners and the boys groped me as their rightful trophy. Moreover, all this “fuss” took place amid the general hubbub and screams of everyone who was in the water at that time. And I myself, like those boys, could shout something or answer to other boys or girls who were frolicking in the water a little further from us. Moreover, absolutely everyone who was at a distance from our “flock” knew that I was now being pawed in the water...

Several times, already on the shore, I tried to “give them back”, but how last summer, I was no longer able to do this. The boys, although they remained younger than me in age, had now grown up and were already physically stronger than me. Now I had to fight them with full strength, but this strength was no longer enough for me. No matter how desperately I resisted, I was quickly thrown onto the sand, and the winner immediately sat on top of me. And now I had to utter the ritual phrase “I give up. That’s enough,” thereby admitting defeat.
But they were in no hurry to get off me. As a winner, they sat on my stomach, in the navel area, or even a little lower for a very long time. Thank God they didn’t sit on my chest. Moreover, while they were sitting on me, they always tried to “provoke” me so that I would start resisting again. All they had to do was pinch me, I naturally “kicked” again and they again “tried” to keep me on the sand. Only now they could even lie on top of me, as if showing everyone that they, too, were “exhausted” and were holding me with difficulty.

My friends usually stopped such a struggle. Svetka or Irka could say a “phrase” very sharply and rudely, and the “magic of the fight” would immediately disappear and they would finally get off me.
But even on the way home, from the beach, I was always surrounded by “fans” who tried to at least hold my hand, since I wouldn’t allow them more in front of my girlfriends. But damn, in the case when my friends were nearby.
It turned out that Tanya graduated from 11th grade that summer and became headlong into “the future.” Although she came to the village, it was only once, or even twice, and I could no longer “save” with her grandmother, who for some reason began to treat me differently, but what can I say about those days when her granddaughter was not with me...

Why am I telling this in such detail now. I want you to understand how difficult it was for me that summer. I was “nobody’s”. I didn’t have my own boy. Therefore, any boy considered it a “sacred thing” to start wrestling with me on the shore, using any trifle as an excuse to grope me.
They groped me “cautiously” for now. The only thing that saved me was that in the village, absolutely all the boys considered me a “complete lesbian.” And although no one approached me with “love,” I had enough, as they say, without their courtship.

It got to the point that I began to be “afraid.” Not any of the boys specifically, but in general. And not to be afraid, but to be afraid. I’m not a fool and I understood what such games would ultimately lead to. It became more and more difficult for me to find a reason to stop the guys. After all, they could, in principle, be understood. Since a girl, even a “lesbian,” allows herself to be touched in the water and “wrestled,” then why can’t you “play” with her in the yard. Thank God that no one groped me openly in the yard, but they held my hands very often, as if by chance they touched me on a bench, on my legs, on my butt, they could stroke, “accidentally” of course, my back or bare thighs...

Damn, I even came to the village without a swimsuit several times. Well, I didn’t wear it on purpose. Not to show off my naked tits, but so that I have a reason to leave me alone. Well, like, I didn’t take a swimsuit, so I won’t go swimming, in short, that’s all...

But it didn’t last long for me in those days. The whole company laughed and played in the water so much that I climbed into the river in only my “panties”… and a blouse or T-shirt…. Damn, I’ll say right away that it would be better if I didn’t do that. The thing is that as soon as I got out of the water,... On the shore, the wet fabric hugged my body so tightly that my breasts and nipples were clearly visible. And the T-shirt itself was very short, just “at the level” of my pussy, literally not a centimeter covering both it and the panties that I was wearing. But from the outside it looked like the wet T-shirt was simply worn over a naked body.

In short, the effect was simply “WOW”, so I quickly gave up on “not wearing a swimsuit at home.”
But there were also funny moments. One boy, Slavka G., played with us very often. He was a whole year younger than me and had a very unique appearance. Firstly, he was short, much shorter than all the boys of his age, but the main thing was that he had such delicate facial features that his face looked more like a girl... The boys sometimes teased him because of this, but we are girls, They treated him as “one of their own.” And not only because he was very “fragile”. The main thing is that he was absolutely harmless, agreed with us in absolutely everything and was generally ready to fulfill the girl’s every whim. Not all girls, namely, girls from my “mafia”. Irka, Svetka, of course, and two more girls, Irka’s friends from school... It was with us that this Slavka spent most of his time.

Damn, what he didn’t do for us. And I ran to shops and climbed trees for fruit, my bike rolled downhill when I was “tired.” I’m not saying he was our errand boy. But he carried out all the “everyday” tasks willingly and we never humiliated him. Well, maybe they were “humiliated”, but literally just a drop.

We especially liked fighting with him on the beach. And since he was physically weaker, the girls and I always came out of the fight as winners. Moreover, Slava fought for real, at full strength. The poor man so wanted to defeat any of us, as if thereby proving that he was still a boy and could also “do” something.
But he always lost to us, and when there were no “strangers” around, we and my friends could sit on his stomach and chest for a long time...

And that day it turned out that I “parked” my bike right at Slavka’s, in the courtyard of his private house. I often left my bike with someone in the village. It was simply impossible to roll him ashore. It was in the place where we always swam that the “rocks” were very large and there was no way with a bicycle. So I left it with someone in the yard.

I then stayed with Slava in the “old house”, the windows of which simply faced the street, and the wall was a continuation of the fence. So, I went in to drink some water, and then I saw a group of boys we knew walking down the street, and I immediately hid “under the window” before they noticed me. Well, I just squatted down so that my head was below the windowsill and waited for the boys to pass by. But I hid, and Slava remained standing by the open window. The boys caught up with him, stopped and started talking. A minute, another... I kept waiting for them to finally pass by, but they never left, chatting with Slava about all sorts of nonsense.
Damn, only imagine the situation in which I found myself. My legs were so numb that I could even stand up... But I couldn’t do it anymore. The boys would have seen me immediately. And where did I come from then, and most importantly, what was I doing all this time “under the table”, or rather under the window sill.
I even wanted to crawl out of the room on all fours without getting up, but Slava simply didn’t let me should I do this. I was on my knees with my back to the window, and facing Slavka, and in order to start crawling, he had to take a step to the side, making way for me, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he tried with all his might to keep me at the windowsill. Moreover, he stood just close to me, so that I literally “rested” against his groin with my face.

And imagine my “horror” when this Slavka, after 5 minutes of conversation, began to lower his pants and panties down. From the street, the boys didn’t see that he was standing naked from the waist down, where the window sill was at the level of his navel, so I just buried my face in his crotch....
It took me literally a few minutes. I mean my resistance. And what could I do? Stand up on feet? Damn funny... For probably a minute, I just inhaled Slav’s smell, and when his dick stood up, he started rubbing it on my face and lips. Slavka kept trying to push his dick into my mouth, but since I didn’t give up, he could only poke my face and move the head of his dick across my lips.

Moreover, everything worked out as if by itself. He did not hold my head with his hands, as he kept his hands on the windowsill. Slava simply poked and rubbed his member against my face, and I, afraid to give myself away with noise, simply froze in place.
I don’t know what would have happened to me, if the boys decided to come close to the open window, only “flower beds” separated the house from the street…. But I was lucky, and they remained standing in place throughout the entire conversation.

And when Slava once again put the head of his penis to my mouth, I could no longer resist and opened it myself lips and kissed its tip. Once, then twice, I licked the head with my tongue, and finally opening my mouth, I allowed him to enter me....
When Slava finished, the conversation was long over. The boys had already walked down the street for about 5 minutes, and I, on my knees, continued to suck until the sperm splashed into my mouth...

The next few days, after this incident, I did not see Slava, or rather he avoided me, simply not showing himself to me. And then we finally met, or rather, he “caught” me. At about 8 pm, near the bridge, when I was returning home from the village. I was alone that day, without Svetka, so it turns out that Slavka was waiting there for me on purpose. He blocked my path and I stopped.
- “What?”... - I asked only, but Slava did not answer, but simply unexpectedly hugged me and started kissing me...

So we started meeting him at the bridge, when I was already returning home from the village, and only on those days when none of my friends were around..
Our next meeting took place about four days later, and again at the bridge when I was returning home alone. This time we went under the bridge and there I already allowed Slavka more. I completely undressed for him. She allowed me to touch and kiss myself all over. At his request, she knelt and on all fours in front of him... and again gave him a blowjob.

He fucked me for real only a week later. Slavka, as always, was waiting for me at the bridge. This time I undressed in front of him, took different positions for him, and then lay down on the sand, spread my legs in front of him and allowed him to lie on top of me. I’m more than sure that I was with Slavka first, but he, in principle, already knew what to do with me, since I think he saw it in porn. Damn, he lay on me and fucked me, but for some reason I didn’t feel anything. It’s not even hard to cum. Slavka “moved” on me, and I lay under him and, damn it, told him that I needed to be home quickly, before it got completely dark...

Over the whole summer, Slavka and I had 5 more “meetings”, no more. I didn’t allow him to cum inside himself, but he wasn’t particularly upset. He was more interested in the positions in which I could be put. Damn, how could I not stand for him. And doggy style, and sideways, and sat on top of him, of course lying down..... He especially liked to lean my tits against a tree, and my back to him. He then “fiddled” with my legs and ass for a very long time, pawing and kissing me, from the neck to the very ankles, and then I stuck my ass out as much as possible, and Slava fucked me from behind, in the “G” position, and I tried not to fall , holding on to a tree with her hands…..
Slavka always finished with me. On the face, on the bare chest and stomach, and in the mouth, of course. And he also really loved watching me wash myself after sex...
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