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I notice that the whispering from behind has stopped. Everything happens in absolute silence. A light breath of air touches my feet, I feel that someone is lifting the hem of my sundress. I immediately feel the touch of hands on the bare skin of my buttocks. - Guys, what are you doing? - I whisper in fear. The answer is silence and concentrated snoring. I try to wave my hands away from the annoying palms that are about to penetrate under the elastic band of my panties. The palms give up their attempts, but grab my wrists, lifting my arms up and pinning me against the wall. There is a short, inaudible whisper from behind. Someone else grabs his left hand. From behind, without ceremony, the sundress is lifted high. Several hands grab my legs, my butt, and climb between my legs. I want to scream, but from the indignation that has gripped me I can’t even whisper. Someone grabs my ankles and pulls me to the sides. I resist, but my legs slide on the floor and move apart. Now they are more comfortable. Several hands simultaneously reach into the crotch, interfering with each other. They study me through the thin fabric. Someone’s finger is trying to penetrate the vagina right through the panties. Having satisfied the first curiosity, they move on to more meaningful actions. Several hands pull my panties off at once. Someone lifts me first one, then the other leg. That’s it, no more panties. Now the guys are freely swarming between their widely spread legs. One touches the smoothly shaved surface of the labia, another tries to find the clitoris, the third takes possession of the vagina and checks with his finger how deep it is. I stopped trying to escape a long time ago and am submissively waiting for them to be satisfied. Horror fills me when I think that my son is among these guys. How will we look at each other then? One of them remembers breasts. The straps of my sundress and bra are brushed off my shoulders. The clothes are pulled down over the stomach, releasing the desired curves. Someone roughly grabs them and crushes them, squeezing the nipples. They are very sensitive to me, so they react to an external stimulus as usual - swelling and hardening. I feel that, despite the essence of what is happening, I am starting to become moisturized below. The boyish fingers no longer roughly scratch tender places, but glide gently. I’m angry at myself for this, but I can’t help it. The characteristic sound of a zipper being unbuttoned is heard from behind. And, it seems, not alone. A thick, hard object is pressed tightly against the slightly open lips from below. He moves slowly, touching the clitoris with the head. With every movement he tries to dive into the vagina, but the angle is clearly inappropriate. The guy does not give up his unsuccessful attempts. Then he finally takes me by the hips and pulls me towards him. I find myself in the doggy style position, with my butt far back, bent over and resting my hands on the wall. In this position, his penis easily finds its target, sinking down to the balls. A groan escapes my mouth. The guy behind him makes a similar sound. He probably liked it inside me. Or maybe this is his first time... In any case, he knows what to do. The penis makes powerful thrusts, making me sway.
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Oh, what a hot day it was today! Even now, in the evening, there is some stuffiness in the air. However, that’s why it’s summer. I’m returning home after a hard day at work. My son, Pashka, and my husband are waiting for me at home. Pashka is on vacation, my husband has a working day like normal people, until five. I come back alone like this, at nine. What can you do, such work. And here is my entrance. Four boys are hanging around the elevator. One of them is Pavel, the rest of the guys are also familiar to me, all from our house. - Pasha, are you home? - I ask him, not hoping for a positive answer. They are almost adults, 15-16 years old, for them it is still childhood time. - No, mom, we’ll go to Seryoga for a minute, then into the yard. I’ll be back as always. Well there is no way. Let them walk while they can. The smell of beer hovering around them is a little alarming, but what can one bottle do for them, such a hefty one? At 37, I am half a head shorter than the smallest of them. And here the elevator has arrived. They let me through first, and then they rush in, pushing and laughing. There is enough space for everyone, the elevator is practically freight. I settle down in the far corner, I should ride high, the guys lower. Seryoga presses his fifth, then my twelfth, the doors close and we drive off. Under the ceiling, numbers light up and go out, showing which floor we are on. The number three has gone out, now there will be a fourth. Suddenly the elevator jerks and stops. At the same time, the lights in the cabin go out, and the emergency light bulb dimly smolders on the ceiling. After a couple of seconds it goes out too. The cabin plunges into pitch darkness. - Guys, there is a button to call the dispatcher. Talk to him. - I ask. The dissatisfied aunt does not answer immediately. After listening to us, she reluctantly says: “Okay, wait... Only the mechanics are already at home, until he arrives, until he lets you out... So don’t rush me, you’ll be sitting there for another half hour... Or maybe an hour.” It’s stupid to argue with her, all you can do is wait. The guys are talking about something in their corner. Soon they have a small scuffle, they push each other with laughter, loudly hitting the walls. One of them, having received a good kick from his comrades, falls on me, squashing me against the wall. He lies on my chest for a short time, restoring his orientation in space, then he begins to fumble with his hands, looking for a support point. Hands bump into my thigh. Through the fabric of a thin summer sundress I feel the hot palm of a teenager. Finally he gets up and goes to the others. I take advantage of the darkness to adjust my breasts inside my bra and turn to face the wall. It’s calmer this way, otherwise you might end up with a bruise on your face. However, the guys stopped their games and were quietly whispering about something. Despite the fact that they are standing right behind me, I cannot make out a word. From time to time they move, rustling clothes and brushing against me. After a while, I notice that the touching of my ass has definitely become more targeted. Which one of them is so smart? - I think. The hand strokes my buttock, no longer hiding. The second hand touches the thigh. For some reason it seems to me that these are two different people...
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..from the front, everyone holds me by my swaying chest. I feel how sometimes my cheeks touch their protruding members. They feel it too, and it gives them a completely predictable idea. Now two elastic heads persistently press against my lips. There is no point in resisting, I begin to lick them one by one, letting them shallowly into my mouth. There were four guys - I thought - There they are, three, where is the other one? Maybe Pashka is not involved in this? I’m still his mother. At this time, the one who was behind cums violently, he twitches inside me, splashing out what has accumulated. Distracted by this, I miss the moment when the member on the right bursts into my mouth. Without meeting any resistance, he reaches my throat and pours out there, forcing me to swallow the sperm through a cough. Meanwhile, another stick-like object is poking at me from behind. And here is the fourth - I think. After all, Pashka intends to fuck his mother today. However, the one left in front also wants me in the traditional way. He stands me upright, turning me to face him. Grabbing me under the knee, he lifts my leg high and, crouching, bursts in from below. In this position, he is not very comfortable, he moves in me slowly and shallowly, but he has the opportunity to find my breasts with his lips, which he does right away. The one left behind is trying unsuccessfully to find a place for his penis. Having come to the conclusion that the best place is the one provided by nature, he presses himself slightly to the side of me and tries to get into the already occupied hole. The second person probably thinks it’s funny. Pressing both trunks tightly against each other, he tries to push them into me. Thanks to the lubrication, the heads enter me easily. With further penetration, it seems to me that the vagina will simply rupture. I rise to my tiptoes and scream. The guys understand me correctly, one of them disappears, and the second continues what he started. The first one is whispering about something with the others. Again the sound of a zipper being unzipped. This time I recognize the sound of my bag. What do they need in it? A strangely familiar smell wafts through the cabin. Someone’s caring fingers are diligently lubricating my anus. That’s right, that’s the smell of my hand cream! It was in my purse! Someone’s penis is attached to the ass. It slides over the cream between the buttocks, not hitting the right spot. The situation is aggravated by the fact that I am also swaying in time with the thrusts of the one who is in charge of the vagina. They took a time out from behind. They are discussing something. We’re done. My legs are picked up on both sides by strong young hands. I find myself hanging vertically in the air with my legs pressed to my chest. The path to my ass is clear...
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