The one for whom I was running around for parties and discos, now behaved like a planter, inspecting a slave. He demanded to strip.

"Yes, please, I did arrange this meeting today for this!" - only I had time to think how he knocked me over on the bed. He punished to hold his legs with his hands, to open up completely. Looked at my cave.

“Come on, don't get lost. Start to caress her, insert your Hunchback! ”.

- You fucking fucking noodles on me? Tselka mol. Where is the virgin? For this, you will be rudely fucked and fined.

- Truth be told, I'm a girl yet! No one not fucked. You are my first boyfriend. Not even kissed.

- Okay! If there is blood, I will believe. It will not - blame yourself. I will tell everyone that you are a whore, slut and davalka. To hang out with us, you will lick the lips after they finish in other girls.

I did not understand what he was talking about, but I accepted all his conditions. He undressed, put a member to my mouth. For this guy I licked more than one cucumber.

The vegetable is cold, does not twitch, but this subject of my desires burns lips, pulses in the mouth. And what cocks are massive, in the barbed stubble of hair. Mmmmmm Trembling at the very bottom of the abdomen is replaced by the vibration of the entire pelvis. Humidification of the vagina reaches the limit and a stream flows down the thigh.

This member was supposed to break my chide, but it really wasn't there. There was not even blood. The guy just scoffed, arrogantly said:

“Tomorrow I'll show you who needs to suck, fuck.” If you do not do it, I will glorify the whole city.

He left, and I was lying on the bed, moaning from pain in the shower. The anecdote was recalled out of place: “Yes, virgin, she virgin. This is our genus - shirokopizdyh! ". Can really the structure of my body is?

Not knowing what to do with the “glory” that came, I decided to consult with my mother. This is really worth warning in advance. She is a teacher in our school.

In the evening, when Dad went to the TV, we locked ourselves in my bedroom. Mom listened to me, told me.

- You were ... and years old. We lived then in the village. Somehow went to visit relatives ... you do not know them. While we ... talked, you played with their son. He is down. But in terms of gender, turned out to be a connoisseur. When we found you, he was already poking you between his legs with ... pepper. You cried in pain, and he continued. We had to move here, leaving everything there - this asshole ran everywhere and said that you would give him a baby. You did not tell, I thought overgrown.

- Not overgrown. Even the pain itself was not.

- For your peace of mind, I will say - my blood was also quite a bit. Even papa dick is not smeared, yes. - mom revere calmed me. So the structure of our bodies is so wide. She continued. “And I thought you were more circumspect, you wouldn't allow yourself to be used before registering.” I will talk with Kuzminykh myself. We do not need such fame.

I cried on Mommy's shoulder, promised not to fulfill the terrible demands of Kuzi.

Before bedtime memories brought me to childhood. From thought to thought, I remembered associatively how I first saw the sexual intercourse of my parents. Then two cases of adultery mommies.

If she behaved like a log with her father, she did not hold back with other men.

I was about eight years old. We went to the local beach with her. The company of her colleagues who also came with children met. I immediately started playing with them, and my mother stopped taking care of me - I was the smartest and most independent. We ran into small bushes in need. Shy of something, I went as deep as possible into the willow.

That's how I found mommy under the uncle. Both completely naked, passionately tossed on the grass. That man rammed Mom on top, then she galloped on him like an Amazon.

When she got up like a dog, I managed to see what men poke. It seemed to me the hose of our janitor.So often his pelvis clapped about her mother's ass, it seemed to me - applause sounded. Mom, loudly cursing, asked to add momentum. Then she growled loudly and fell face and boobs on the grass.

The man took out the hose and sprinkled his mother’s ass with muddy slime.

I remained in the bush until they went ashore. When I returned there, my mother did not even notice that I was not - I was not worried. Seeing me, she called to her, hugged her tightly, spoke tender words of love to me. From her continued to smell the other man. I decided to talk to her first in private. Then just inform dad. I love him too. But then she decided to tell him - it will hurt for him. And then she didn’t talk to the cheater - she knew that she would be denied.

The second act of treason occurred in the train compartment. Our couple was traveling with us. Adults, having fed me, began to play cards and drink alcohol. I climbed to the top shelf. I read Dickens, fell asleep. I woke up a couple of times. Adults continued to play and drink. I also noticed that they are undressed. Not naked, but most items of clothing were not.

I just realized that they were playing for fun — they were taking off their clothes. But it was still more interesting for me to learn about the fate of Oliver Twist.

Waking up in the twilight, I first heard the familiar "applause." Trying not to show their presence, opened her eyelids. The fellow traveler was lying on her chest on the table, and the man was fucking her. They were so drunk that the man even winked at me when I hung out to see what was there with my mother. Apparently she was waiting for her turn - lay naked and caressed her pussy and chest.

Her eyes are closed, her breathing is uneven - she will sob as if she is crying, then she is still as if she is listening. My aunt on the table whined. Uncle lay on the mother. She immediately threw her body limbs and began podmahivat. I looked at her closed eyes - I waited for her to open them and see me.

My aunt straightened up, pushed my head on the pillow, covered my mouth with her finger.

When she lay down on her regiment, I continued to monitor my mother. She noticed me, but did not respond. Now I understand that she was not only drunk, but also in a pre-orgasmic state. Not only did not respond, but even added passion. She began to scratch and bite the man, spread her legs like the horns of a trolleybus.

From how loudly she snarled, I immediately realized that she understood what was happening and she liked it. At that moment, and I caught fire in the lower abdomen, I felt the desire to lie under this man, also spread his legs and scratch, tear his flesh with his nails, eat his body, like a female praying mantis.

"What's this? Did I feel an orgasm when I was ***? Today with Kuzey there was something similar, but that case is much more euphoric! ”.

The next day, Mom did not say a word about the night incident. Well yes. Would she discuss with moral questions moral issues when she herself is immoral.

I tried again to recall other moments, but the last memory jammed everything. I decided to treat myself with pens. Especially since mom, started by me with an erotic theme, began to moan under dad.

“Apparently something changed in their relationship, they began to mate passionately. Mom walks around the house without clothes under the bathrobe. My smiles only smiles, strokes my hair. Go look what? Well, under their accompaniment, I tune out. "

The clitoris met the finger with heat, a hole with abundant moisture, the nipple of the right breast with the tip of the tip. Images first Kuzi, then men from the train, then ... oh, sin ... dad, helped me podmahivat their fingers.

“And I'm just as passionate as my mother. Come on, dear, fuck our daddy together! Oh, dear mother, how do you painfully whine, apparently daddy's member is now deeply penetrating you. Yes, three of my fingers, just fit my father's size. Yes ..., yes ..., oh! Oh! Ma-aaaaaaaaa !!! ”

Mom voiced our orgasm. I fell asleep.

I went to school with a double feeling. I did not want to meet with the Kuzmins, but I wanted to know whether he told the girls and boys about my ... flaw. To ...