after dining in the tummy tumbled, and the first-grader ran to the toilet. Pushing a toilet paper into the toilet so that I did not fall into the water, she sat down to crap. Pretty soon I was free. At this time, classmates entered the toilet room and asked what their girlfriend was doing in a toilet paper pot. The girl put her finger to her lips and whispered that she was now throwing out the little man, and when this happens, she will wash him and show them. The girls offered to help and together groaned, helping a friend to throw me out. Finally, I was removed and thrown into the sink, where I was washed for a long time with soap, so that there was no smell. At this time, the teacher went to the toilet, and the frightened girl again shoved me into her panties. The girls cheered merrily and ran in a flock to the lesson. The girl went to the desk and sat on the seat, and again I was in the girl's crack, between her buttocks and sexual lips. Trying to find a comfortable posture, I moved a little, and the girl pressed me with her clit to the seat, where I felt her heartbeat through my swollen lips. The girl began to rub on the seat, and the juice began to fill me. All her weight pressed on me, flattening her under her ass, but the pleasure from it only increased. Finally, the girl finished, and the pulsation of the pussy told me about it. What are you doing there, where is the little man, show him to us, her girlfriends whispered. Girls, and I, sitting on it, finished, so cool. Everyone wanted to try it and, having painted the order, they took it out of the panties and handed it to another girl.

Lifting her skirt and lowering her pantyhose with panties, the girl put me between her lips and sat on me, leaning on all the weight. She sat quietly and nothing happened. Everyone whispered to her that she began to move, but this did not work, she continued to sit, pinning me to the seat. I began to choke and began to move, trying to escape. It worked, the girl sighed deeply and finished at once, and from her pussy two jets of grease struck, flooded me. And then her hand removes me, and I get into another pussy. There are no pantyhose, and shorts are two sizes larger, so there is enough space. At this time, the girl is called to the blackboard. She gets up and goes, and I, so as not to fall out, cling to the panties and dangle in the air between my legs. Finally, she returns to her seat and flops on the seat, and I, having assumed a standing position, fly into her vagina with all my blunder. The girl is tselochka, so a hymen is pierced by me, and she sighs loudly, but she sits, holding her legs tightly. I am covered in blood, squeezed into the vagina, standing and waiting for what will happen. So she kept me until the end of the lesson. When the bell rang, all the girls surrounded her and made me give up. Then one of them, apparently the most bitchy, suggested that I should not get anyone else, trample me like a cockroach and forget about me. The offer was gladly accepted and I was solemnly taken by the whole crowd from the school to the backyard, where no one was. About ten girls became a circle and put me on the ground in the center. One of them said that she would begin, and the others would take turns crushing me and stomping until I had a wet place. I was lying on the ground and with fear looked at ten pairs of legs that went far up, under short skirts and ended in round butts, dressed in colorful panties. This spectacle could be admired, if it were not for the fate prepared for me by these legs. Here rose the leg of the first girl, shod in a sneaker and stepped on me with a sweep, shielding the whole world. Having pressed me to the ground, the foot began to spin on me, trying to smear it into a cake. However, I continued to feel pain and remain conscious. The leg rose from me and the next one fell on me. This trampled on me and rubbed, rolling on the ground, but I remained still alive.The next foot stepped on me with the heel of her shoe and, crushing it to the ground, slowly spun, rubbing me into the ground. The fourth leg, without hesitation, just trampled on me, hammering into the ground from around the mach. My sufferings were unbearable, but for some reason I was still alive. Wait, give me, and the girl stood over me, spreading her legs. She jumped up and, with all her might, dropped not with both of my legs. Having sprung, she jumped up and sank down again, spreading her legs wide.

So it went on many times, the girl galloped, then jumping on me, now above me. The next girl also did not differ in fantasy, becoming above me, she in turn stamped on me with her right or her left leg. No, this will not work, and the girls formed a circle, holding hands and placing their hands on each other’s shoulders. They began to jump all together, moving in a circle, each in turn trampling me. It was painful, it was dusty, my eyes and ears were clogged with dirt, I should have been dead and trampled in a cake for a long time, but I continued to see and hear everything, despite the soles of the shoes that broke me and broke all my bones. So here you are, the voice of my girlfriend rang out, and what are you doing? The girls screamed and fled, leaving me lying in the dust. My ex-girlfriend came up to me with her friend, who stole from her. Yes, he looks miserable, well, all the same, he is not a tenant, let's finally crush him, and then we'll take him to the club. They took turns trampling on me and rotating my shoes, trying to rub me like a cockroach on the ground. When nothing was left of me, they took the dirty cake, wrapped it in a napkin, and tucked it in their purse, carried it to their club. Having returned me to their main shaman, they paid her off for the pleasure she had brought, to which she said, and if my girlfriend did not want to somehow get even with me in the present, until I recovered myself. No, now I threw him and we are quits, the girlfriend said and disappeared. I woke up on a bed in a room where there were a lot of young guys, and was pulled out by the hand into the living room. The session is over, now you understand what would happen to you if you actually got to your abandoned girlfriend. Well, this is for you to remember, and the very same doll that I was all this time was put in my hands. In my puzzled look, the shaman nodded, and it was your soul that was in it while you were sleeping here. I keep this doll still, and she warned me against many nonsense. WHICH I COULD DONE IN THIS LIFE.