It all started with Greece. Rather, from the history textbook on the “Ancient World”, where they placed an illustration depicting half-naked warriors, muscular and excited by a battle with each other. Who does not want to be strong and beautiful in 10-13 years? So I decided that it was time for me to do my muscles. After reading a few books and reprints from magazines, I made up for myself a set of exercises that I began to do in the morning, and coming from school after lunch. In one of the books, the “wise” author wrote the phrase that it is recommended to practice in the nude, which it was impossible to establish by this, but the recommendation was taken literally, since it gave some kind of peppercorn to studies. And when one of the days the tape recorder was playing AC \ DC, I switched to push-ups from the floor, but I must say that the member periodically got up and gave extra energy. Previously, this happened only while looking at pornographic cards that we managed to barter with one kid (he stole them from his father) or looking at illustrations of famous artists that my mother collected, and even during all sorts of night fantasies about girls.

Pulling out in the third approach, I felt some kind of "burning" in my pussy, and finishing it with surprise I sat down on my knees and looked at it - did I really get sick? About any diseases like “Sifak and Trepak” in the yard from older boys have already been heard, and that they are somehow connected with the pussy could have been guessed. And I have to say that I tried to do the push-ups themselves, touching both the breast and the pussy at the same time, not like girls in physical education, bending my back and slightly bending my arms at the elbows, but as it was written in the book, completely flat, touching the floor in 3 points of my knees, pussy, chest.

Well, that's the last approach.

- And once! And two! And three!

- But !!!

- Oh shit!!!

- What is this “burning” again? !!!

- Oh, not-eee !!! I want to write? !!

- Not! Something is happening !!!

- The horror - holding the pussy in my hand, I scurry to the toilet and direct it to the toilet, some muddy liquid oozing out of it, the pussy twitches and freezes in my hand.

There comes a feeling of some awesome relief, for a moment you get into a state of stupor and that's it.

Walking back into the room, it starts to come to me that this thing that was pouring out of me now is molofya, there are children from it and that now I can argue about how Romka from a neighboring yard is jerking off for girls, so that later he would show his pussies and tits .

I pulled out my underpants, trainers and a T-shirt that day, I finished my classes, but all evening I was thinking about what had happened and I wanted to try it terribly again, all of a sudden it wouldn’t work out, because it could have been an accident. But the parents had already come home from work, walked around the apartment to and fro, and there was no way to repeat the “experiment” with the pumping-dryuk. In the morning, I was waiting for another trouble. As usual, getting up and going to the toilet, I began to take off panties. But it was not there! They stuck to the piping and there was no way to take them off quickly. Only slowly tearing off the skin from the fabric, I finished the procedure of lowering the pants to the knees and was relieved, comparing the sensations of the "descent" and pissing. The comparison for the better was made for the "descent". I did not do morning exercises, but immediately ran to school. Having somehow learned and returned home, I undressed and started doing push-ups. This time, the "burning" began much earlier, somewhere during the second approach and there was no panic the first time. There was again a feeling of relief and relaxation. From the pussy, at first the molofya splashed, and then the molofia poured, a small lake formed on the palace, one had to think what to do with it.

The decision matured unexpectedly - I took the socks and began to wipe it thoroughly. Wiping everything and being pleased with myself and the result, I began to think about what to do with socks, sincethey were not the first freshness, I decided to put them on and go for a walk, to dry - so to speak, not to go.

I returned home before dinner, took off my socks, looked at them - nothing could be seen from the traces of “molofi” - threw them in the laundry and went to piss in the toilet. Oh shit! Again the same problem - the pussy stuck to the underpants, it looks like the gluten content of this thing is not bad, but thank God, I already had some experience and this time I managed to peel the skin off the fabric much faster.

After dinner, I went to bathe and calmly threw the pants into the laundry, strangely, but the traces of molofy on the pants did not bother me at all, despite the fact that my underwear my mother washed her hands and did not notice the traces of the first 2 “slopes” .

She noticed them because after some time she gave me something that I will tell about later. And my dry-pumping lessons continued even more intensively and much more diversely, about which I will not forget to mention the next time - there will be EVERYTHING !!!