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- Rita jumped off her seat and flushed so that the stain merged with the face paint.
She was beautiful in her anger. I strongly regretted that the camera is not charged with a color film, but black and white. However, he said more.
- Then I do not agree. I will fight you with three to the blood. And let the police punish me!
“What about your oath to yourself?” Your moral principles? “Never, under any circumstances, beat women, even if they deserve it,” she quoted me.
- I gave it to myself, and I'll take it off myself. Before the blood ... - I lied.
Of course, I would not dare to hit any of them. And the oath was nothing to do with. But the moral principles ... but they did not know it.
“We need to confer,” said the judge named Maria.
Behind her, the procurator Tatiana and the lawyer Margarita went to the deliberation room in the kitchen - to the kitchen. And I stayed in the meeting room, so lonely, to expect my fate and non-fault. Playing with the belt buckle, waiting for the sweetness of the flogging, even if they disagree with the humiliations, the condemned man dreamed: “I resist a little, let the two restrain me, I will say weak, and let the third one spoil me with my own belt. And then you can and without deduction. " I imagined how I would recline with a bare booty on Masha’s lap, and Tanya, okhazhivaet me with a belt. At this time, Ritulka strokes my head and gently exhorts me: “Well, be patient, Yurochka. Be patient, sweetheart. It will be over soon. ” I presented this picture so vividly that I was very excited. Listening to the sounds in the hallway - do they not go? - began stroking his hard rock snake. It was very uncomfortable. Then I pulled the belt out of the pants, put it on the table, symbolizing my agreement, put my hand in my underpants and started playing with myself. But the tension of the situation did not let me finish. Besides, how would I look with soaked cowards before the execution? Having stopped this ungrateful occupation, he laid his hands on the table as an exemplary student.
They discussed for about twenty minutes. Perepusk heels announced to me that they go. No one said, "Get up!" The trial is under way, ”but when the ladies appeared, I stood up, awaiting sentence.
“Well, Yurochka, we agree on all your conditions,” Prosecutor Tatyana began her speech, glancing at the belt that was proudly lying on the dinner table, “we are sure that nothing will go farther than this room.” You have no reason to brag about it right and left, but tell us about your fall. Let's swear? She suggested.
We swore that under torture and even on pain of death we would not tell anyone and never what happened in this room. I honorably kept my oath. It has already passed propastinus years. I do not think that someone from the trinity could be against my this story now.
- Zagol ass, - the judge ordered Maria and, making a rotational motion with her hand, explained that I should stand against the wall, and slightly arched, with my arms raised, expect an execution.
Lawyer Margarita took the belt to be the first. I suspect they have drawn lots or persuaded her. Standing with his back to the wall, the humble servant of the unbridled virgins, anticipating unearthly pleasure, let down his pants and lowered his underpants. My dick burned like hell flame. I did not have such a riser for a very long time. In addition, he kept his pants so that they did not fall completely off me. It was a plus.
Leaning on the wall with my hands, slightly arched and a little bit otklyachiv ass, I froze in anticipation. Of course, I didn’t imagine it in the right way, but this state of affairs suited me perfectly and excited no less. Rita began to whip me with a belt, counting each blow. She did it not hurt, but rather, gently, as if playing an erotic game with a naughty lover. Next was Tanya. The first blow was quite sensitive, it seems, I even gasped, but the subsequent ones were not much stronger than the retinas. Having counted out her top ten, she happily handed the belt to Masha. The room was the remarkable intensity of sexual passions.I felt that the girls, the least similar to the execution, liked, and how!
They reveled in power over a man and flowed like bitches. I soon became convinced of this when I knelt before Rita and asked her to lift her skirt. Those sitting next to her and waiting for their turn, of course, saw her soaked panties. But did not file a form. After all, they had the same thing. Seeing this, I was excited again. It should be noted that I was sitting with my pants down, but I pulled up my underwear, being shy at the looks of the girls. What was shy? I stood before them only that with a bare booty. Without a second thought, I grabbed the first virgin by the hips and drowned my face in her crotch, trying to lick the love nectar from her panties. Ritulka cried out like a wounded bird, and tried to jump off her seat and run away from the alcove of vice without looking back. She was the most modest of all.
- Sit down! - through her teeth in an authoritative tone Tanya stopped her.
The girl doomedly covered her face with both hands, as if she did not like it, and she does not want to experience pleasure, but she is no longer able to resist circumstances. Taking advantage of the moment, lizetchik tried to pull off his panties with his first victim. He succeeded! The victim raised her sweet ass, letting the whole World show what the World was not supposed to see. And there was something to look at. Oh yeah! I just admired the crown of creation. Can anything else be more beautiful? Even the flowers in embarrassment, dissolving, copied this creation. People sometimes called female beauty, located between the legs, a flower. They did not know the truth! Truth was different. It was necessary to call these flowers by name ... But unfortunately they did not invent a name for love revelations. Or they were obscene, mocking, derogatory.
I was even embarrassed in my thoughts to name the beautiful thing I had to touch with my tongue and cover her lips with kisses. I just did it. I began with all my passion to lick Rituski's sweet kunochka (Well, let it be a kunochka. Do not pi-and-and-should I call her?). She gasped and sighed, moaning. Removing her hands from her face, no longer embarrassed, she laid them on my head and began to gently stroke my beautiful hair. Her pussy oozed with terrible force, I even began to smack. Rita was whispering something, completely lost her head from the passion that seized her.
Oh, just please do not think that I was such a super-duper pro in the art of cunnilingus. Not at all. But my girl was too excitable. Her libido on the sexuality scale was above many roofs. I just started, and she had already finished, groaning and twitching, and almost turning the neck of an unlucky lover with her hips.
The next number of our program was Tanya. She pulled up her dress, she took off her panties. And sat down in anticipation. I immediately fell on my knees, but not before the victim, but rather, before the executioner. Her flower (well, let it be so) was covered with dense thickets, which probably came from the eastern blood flowing in its veins. The proud and proud daughter of the children of the mountains, was not at all ashamed of me or of what was happening. She immediately laid her beautiful palm on my head and prepared to enjoy my humiliation.
Ha! Humiliation This is how I set them to think so. What kind of humiliation was it? I liked it! But how! But ask any of them to give her oral pleasure, you would receive a categorical refusal, with unprintable expressions of offended innocence. No, my dear readers. I wanted this, excited by the thought alone. I indulged in fornication, covered with a blanket. Dreaming about cunnilingus not with an actress, but a heroine of a fairy tale. And here were lively, warm, tasty seductive girls sweet, like honey. Their tender young still untouched pussies got to me at their behest, my desire. I tasted their nectar, the way of deceit, but it was worth it! And I was my dick, and how! I felt that I would soon finish, even without touching him, from thoughts alone. After all, it all happened in my head.
With a feeling of joy and lust that swallowed me, having parted the thickets of the virgin forest and leaning my lips to the source of girlish pleasure, I not only drank nectar from his lips, but also quietly lowered my hand to my underpants, played with my best friend at the moment. Tanya was also an exciting person and, grabbing my head, rubbed her crotch on my lips, tongue and nose. I was there warm, humid, tasty and pleasant. The fantastic smell of the vagina tickled my nostrils. It was so cool that I almost cum. She finished. Lying on her back, she yelled for a long time and twitched without pinching me with her knees, but instead relaxed. Rita returning from the bathroom and Masha sitting next to us played with themselves, watching the action. They have already rejected unnecessary constraints and pleasuring themselves, as if they were in a poronographic theater.
It's Masha's turn. She was ready. And thoroughly. A cooler virgin made me work hard. My lips were flushed and swollen from countless kisses. The tongue twisted weakly in the mouth. Sticking it out and moving his head, yet firmly decided to bring the matter to its logical conclusion. Fortunately, there were only three of them. Five, I certainly would not have pulled, but I had to tinker with the third. Do not hesitate at all, I put my hand in my pants and masturbated what is urine, simultaneously moving my head.
“Suck on her ax,” Tanyusha prompted me in her ear, sitting next to her.
I immediately took advantage of the hint, like a negligent student in the classroom. The result was not long in coming. Masha made such a face as if she was about to cry and howled a little: “Oh, her! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. I also did not waste my time and accelerated the distortion of my bolt, wetting my panties thoroughly ...
Shy Rita, suddenly asked me:
- Yurochka show, please, eh?
I showed it with the whitish liquid that was still leaking from it.
The girls looked at him with great interest. But my friend betrayed me and began to cringe, shrink. Being ashamed of my defeat, I was blown up by a run to the bathroom.
***
After a short time, four people sat at the table. They were a bit embarrassed by the recent thing.
- Yura, are you not angry with us? - finally broke the silence Maria.
“No,” the lucky one admitted, “I suffered a well-deserved punishment and was humbled, but I liked it ... very much.” And it did not hurt at all.
Having kissed all, I said goodbye to unbridled virgins. Oh, how sweet was their revenge! Unfortunately, we never met again ...
The end of the story.
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Wow, how quickly laid out!
The story is cool. It was written “tasty”, your company words make you smile))) The first experiences of a maturing boy, his feelings are very subtle, touching, I would say, sincerely. Of course, a dozen! Added to favorites.
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Thank you, my Queen! It is time to combine them into a cycle. Here on ST there are only 4 stories, but even more. In First Love, I used the name of Jora. And in the rest: Schweik, Hurricane, Unsuccessful gangbang - his own.
With respect and adoration. Catch a kiss through the virtual space!)))
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Interesting story! I will wait for the continuation. Why didn't you want to shove it to the contest? It has every chance to win first place.
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Thanks Roxy. I'm not sure that I will participate in the competition. I immediately recognize. And this is bias. I start writing is not peculiar - it turns out crap))))
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I am of the same opinion by the way.
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Roxy. That is, also do not want to participate? But I hope to show myself from a critical point.))))
Yes, I confess, you have a rather peculiar manner of writing stories. Have their own unique shtrishki. If you and Snezhana will participate in the competition, I think I guess you. But you can stick in an unusual manner. But I can not))
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Humorous, I can not write is not his own handwriting. Well, you understand me)) So I voted on the fig for humor ?! I regret it. Other topics would be written, but I will not humor - they will know it in a flash. So it goes! I will also write reviews! We must somehow have fun.
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No, you alone voted for Humor. I understand that the majority. Therefore, all the rules. Of course your humorous handwriting is recognizable)))
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In my opinion, it makes no sense to write, as always, excellent))) Continue in the same vein)) I look forward to it))
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Ira! Thank! You already have a frequent visitor. It's time to register and write the stories)))
Of course I will continue. This story, I have been carrying it in my brain for about five years, it is like a continuation of the “Adventures of two friends”. But that story is not allowed here. It is about schoolchildren)))
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Aha I got the same;))) ... I wanted to criticize, but then, as luck would have it, there is nothing to complain about, except for a couple of spelling errors, but they do not hurt the eyes so much. But in general, the style is excellent. It feels like the time described in the story is such an ironic nostalgia and cheerful syllable that even I myself wanted to be a guest in the era of carbonated vending machines and faceted glasses. In wonderful times, when an exotic homemade drink under the brand of "moonshine" turned the chap guy into a sophisticated mix of English gentleman and daring hussar. What is his phrase “The Little One, the Perception to Kiss You?” Is not that modern vulgarly-boorish invitations to get involved ... But it seemed to me that poor Olya clearly suffers from a head cold, since only, at least in the fifth minute of close communication, she could guess that her boyfriend was drunk. Personally, I would smell it for three meters, although it may have a stronger sense of smell ...
After a walk in the fresh air of our hero, it seemed to me that the story would turn into another irony of fate, but he still got to his house and in the morning the unknown girl did not water it from the teapot ... I'm a little sorry, but I'm not the author here. ..
In short, in general, a very good story for my taste, despite the lack of explicit scenes ... I hope they will appear in the sequel, otherwise not everyone will understand such a breakup ...
But in any case, from me a solid 10-ka, even with a plus;)
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Wow! Well, Eve. You're not just Eve, and not just Eve! I did not expect such a long kamenta. He is no worse than my story.
Of course there will be candid scenes in the sequel. By the way, a person who has just drunk has no smell. It usually smells like fumes in a few hours. And intoxication came to me like a giraffe. I was getting insane before my eyes, but after forty minutes or even an hour later.
And I would not get to the house. A friend of me almost on myself dragged)))
Thank you, my dear, for such a review. This is exactly what any author expects for his story. And the ratings are smoke. From where it is not clear smoked))).
With respect and adoration, Jura.
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Urgently send Eve to the contest of critics! Take a prize.
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Roxy, no doubt! I will vote for her!
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How so?)) For rival something! (hilarious smiley)
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For myself, not comme il faut and not allowed, perhaps?
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The only thing that hurt the eyes so that it had to frown, it is a periodic knock down from first to third person. I understand that I wanted to avoid unnecessary "yakan", but in this case it is better to "yak".
And so, of course ... The world is described very tasty, the characters are all alive. But these autobiographical tales are different: the vividness of the story. Up to small details, like a whistled mug from the kitchen.
The boy, of course, is very noble. Rarely, who at his age will refuse free sex. Let even with married.
Shy, as it seems to me, GG was never. Well-hung language and shyness somehow correlate poorly with each other. But then, after the moonshine, he, as they say, “went into the dressing,” is shown well.
And most importantly - without excessive vulgarity. I also expected by the end of the story that the little boy would wake up not at home. But the absence of such a natural, seemingly end for today's reality, did not upset me at all. You can even say delighted.
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Thank! My darling Wizard! I seem to have a holiday every day! What kamenty, UH! Yes, even in the morning. To do this, it is worth living on ... in the sense of continuing to write)))
This is my crown chip - jump from first person to third. Many put me in appearance. But no one and nothing will shake my opinion that this is not only possible, but necessary. I learned this from books written by recognized writers from solid editions. They can, but I do not?)))
About shyness, read modesty - not your truth, Sweet Nettle. From my early nails I struggled with it. Sometimes he won, sometimes not. And now I fight. And about the nobility ... Some moral attitudes I suffered throughout my life. I have never in my life had sex with married men. And being married or living together, I never changed my passion.
Waking up is not at home ... I could only be on the street or worse at the detox)))
Then it was not now. It was the duty of friends to bring home in integrity and safety. But now, too))))
Thanks again for this attitude to my story, honey.
Best regards and adoration! Yura.
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