asked Pasha.

"Small, eight or nine years old" - I looked in the direction of the roller coaster.

“Are they far from you?” See you? ”- continued Pasha.

“No, not far” - I shrugged - “Well ... I can see them. Pash, can I take off my stockings? And then they are all wet and streaks can be seen. "

“No, no, no!” - Pasha said indignantly, “You’ll walk in them!”

“Mmmmm,” I snapped.

“Are you sitting facing them?”

“To whom?” I did not understand.

"Well, to the boys by this"

"Well yes. Why? ”- I did not understand what he wanted.

"Spread the legs" - asked Pasha - "wider."

“What are you, stunned Pasha! They are quite small! ”- I was surprised at his request.

“Little ones!” He grinned back. “The other way around is interesting. Let's push it. ”

I hesitantly spread my legs, looking at the boys playing.

“So what?” I asked, “Spread it out.”

“Looking?” He asked curiously.

"No, they do not look," I replied, spreading my legs even wider.

"Start stroking your pussy" - again asked Pasha - "Come on, rub your clitoris."

“Bliiiin! Pashenkaaa! Maybe not naaaaaaaa ”- I stretched imploringly.

“It is necessary, it is necessary” - it was already unstoppable.

I dutifully put my hand between my legs. Touching my fingers to smooth, moist lips, I gently pressed my middle finger over the clitoris. Shivering involuntarily passed through my legs. Passing on the clitoris, the finger easily dived into the vagina.

"Here is an infection" - I swore out loud.

“What happened?” Asked Pasha.

“Let the mess go already” - I laughed - “Always a pancake is ready!”

"Pisyulka?"

"Aha," I replied, penetrating deeper.

Inside the vagina was slippery from discharge. It seemed that they were about to skip from there.

“Give me two fingers,” Pasha asked.

I inserted the second finger and wiggled them inside.

“Introduced?” He asked and immediately added, “Start fucking yourself.”

I began to intensively push the fingers into the vagina. There were smacking sounds. Excitement grew rapidly. A shiver ran through her body.

“Mmmmmmm,” I muttered softly at the sensations.

"You feel good? Good Slut? ”Asked Pasha.

“Mmmm ... Yeah ... Very ... Mmmm ... Very good ... good ... good ..." I groaned, continuing my hand manipulations.

Chomping sounds intensified. I felt a lot of discharge from the vagina. I moved to the edge of the shop feeling that running on the ass.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?” I groaned, feeling the vagina begin to shrink, heralding an orgasm.

"Come on baby!" - excitedly shouted Pasha - "Stop it!"

I made several sharp movements with my hand and, pulling my fingers out of the vagina, began to pull at the clitoris. An orgasm shook my body in convulsions. Clenching my legs, I arched on the bench. A strong jet splashed my feet, sprinkling and so all wet stockings.

“Oh my God,” I gasped out in a shaking voice, “I finished.”

“Well done!” - Pasha praised me with delight - “How are there youngsters? Looking? "

I completely forgot that boys were playing opposite me. Opening my eyes I looked in their direction. The boys did not play anymore, they sat on the hill and stared at me.

“They are watching,” I whispered into the phone. “They are watching! Bliiiin, what to do? ”

“Do not do anything,” Pasha calmly replied. “Pretend you don’t notice them. Keep masturbating. ”

I closed my eyes slightly and spread my legs again. The boys began to whisper among themselves. Re-running two fingers into the vagina, I continued to masturbate. The squelch was so loud that it seemed to me that it could be heard throughout the entire courtyard. Again the body went cramp. Trying not to squeeze my legs, I finished again. A jet of fountain burst out of me, sprinkling green grass under my feet.In the eyes darkened. I was shaking. “Just not to lose consciousness” - I thought. The phone fell out of a shaking hand. I struggled to the pain in my fingers so as not to fall clung to the shop. Everything was spinning, multicolored circles floated before my eyes. The body convulsed.

“Oooooh, Mommy,” I groaned softly.

Biting down on my lower lip, I leaned back. Through the haze of fog I saw the boys move closer to me. They settled down on a climbing foot six meters away from me and without any constraint simply looked at me. I leaned over and picked up the fallen phone.

“Hello Pash,” I whispered in a shaking voice, “I finished again. My phone fell out. ”

“How are you?” He asked.

“Shakes all. Almost lost consciousness. Listen, and the boys turned out to be really curious. ”

“What is it? What are they doing? See? ”- Pasha became interested.

“Yeah. They look - not the right word ”- I smiled -“ They are already staring at the impudent. They come closer and look.

“Mmmmm,” grinned Pasha with satisfaction. “This is great. Do you like their attention? ”

"Well, I do not know. I feel awkward, ”I shrugged.

"Yes, laaaadno" - drawled Pasha - "It excites after all."

"Well ..." - I hesitated - "Well, yes, yes. Excites.

“You see,” he laughed. “And I love when you're excited.” Let's cum in front of them once more. ”

“Maybe that's enough?” I asked hesitantly, “So, we probably saw enough.”

"No no. Will not be enough. Come one last time. Put the phone on the speakerphone and continue. "

I turned on the speakerphone button and put the phone nearby. Looking at the guys through the eyelashes of closed eyes, I again spread her legs. The boys perked up. Whispering and giggling, they stared between my legs. I began to stroke wet and already slightly swollen lips from masturbation. Running my fingers into the vagina, I began to quickly move them inside. Discharge flowed from the vagina in the ass and began to drip on the ground. I frantically moved my hand, causing loud, squashing sounds. Finally, a powerful orgasm once again shook my body. I arched my fingers out of a constricted vagina. A strong jet broke out of me irrigating the ground and my feet.

“Iiiiiiii” - I squealed, practically without thinking any more, continuing to pull at the clitoris.

Literally immediately followed the next orgasm. With a shaking hand, I continued to rub the crotch, clutching at the bench with my other hand. From the vagina now and then spat. “We must stop! Must stop! It is necessary ... "- thought was spinning in my head. But I could not do it. Convulsions shook my body. Convulsively, I continued to mock the clitoris by spraying vaginal fluid. Everything spun around. Splashing once again, I pulled my hand back and squeezed my legs tightly in half. A little coming to my senses, I straightened out and looked in the direction of the guys. They were stunned, quietly sitting on the lasillus. I took the phone.

“Hello Pash,” I said, removing the speakerphone.

“Yes, yes, I'm here,” he replied, “You are super! I heard you squish! What are our viewers there? ”

"They were stunned," I laughed. "They sit like sparrows on a perch."

“Class! Well Slut, now you can leave, ”Pasha said cheerfully and laughed -“ The show is over! ”

“Good,” I laughed too. “Can I take off my stockings?”

“Why this? No, so go to the wet! So that everyone can see that you are an ass! ”

I sighed. To argue was useless.

“Well, everything is whore” - said Pasha - “For today, everything. Until. I love you".

“I love you too dear,” I smiled.

Pasha turned off the phone. I put the phone in my purse and got up from the store. The legs were still trembling slightly. Ignoring the guys, I lifted the hem of my skirt and straightened my stockings. "How will I go in this form" - I thought, and grimaced. Having straightened my skirt, I took my bag from the bench and went out of the yard. After taking a few steps, I turned around at the boys. They were already near the shop where I sat and saw wet footprints on the ground. I laughed and waved to them.

I tried to go to the house in courtyards and streets where there were fewer people. But this did not save me from the gazes of passers-by who came across the path. “What am I doing! Some kind of madness! ”- thoughts swirled around in my bare.

Finally, when I got home, I took off the dried-up but all in the stockings leaks. Rinse them and shoes, I washed myself. Coming out of the bath, I made myself a coffee. The day was coming to an end. Remembering what happened to me today I did not leave a feeling of unreality. As if all this was not with me. “I couldn't do that! It's not me! ”- I thought to myself -“ Why does some youngster manipulate me? ”

Of course, I did not know that there would be much more surprising and unbelievable. And what happened today is just innocent mischief.