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and wet floor. Her jeans from the violent convulsions finally slipped on the boots, leaving her knees wide apart, exposing her red and swollen pussy for all to see.

With difficulty, she raised herself and otperevshis against the wall, the girl tried to recover. Her heart continued to beat, and her chest quickly heaved according to her frequent and deep breaths. While her mind slowly cleared, she looked around at this modest corner of the entrance.

The wall in front of her divorced knees gleamed dimly from the sprinkled discharge, which flowed in small streams to the floor, slowly moving towards her still dry boots. Lowering her eyes below, Christie found a huge puddle, stretching between her divorced knees, and a naked, swollen pussy, from which opened white wet streaks of ajar gap.

The cool air and the cold floor still reminded Christie of where she was. Instinctively reaching for the panties, she, unexpectedly for herself, did not find them in the intended place. Having examined her legs more attentively, she saw that there was not much left of the panties. Now it was a torn fabric, hanging like a wet floorcloth from the right knee.

"What kind of power was the orgasm that occurred ..." Christie thought, "she didn’t even notice how she broke her panties."

She tried to recall the last half hour, but the memories floated vaguely and little connected with each other. Only the last moments came to mind - especially the incredible strength of the impulses that all flowed together on her tailbone and sphincter, forcing her whole body to bend.

Recalling the last moments, she abruptly began to look around her in search of something.

- Where did the pen go? - quietly asked Christie at herself.

Raising her ass, she looked under her, but she didn’t find anything there, the handle seemed to evaporate.

- Really !? - ran the first and possible guess. Again, leaning her back against the wall and spreading her knees, she touched the ring of the anus with her finger.

- Ay! - Cristi screamed slightly, sharply removing her finger from the entrance to the ass.

With the next attempt, the girl began to gently move her finger around the sphincter ring, trying to assess the damage. Slowly pointing her finger to her hole, she felt a bulging, soft tubercle, from which a piercing pain appeared.

- Damn, did you really tear the ass yourself? - still continuing to feel the swollen sphincter.

Gritting her teeth, Christie began to gently push her finger into the sphincter. Ignoring the involuntary tears that flow from the sharp pain in the anus, she slowly pushed her finger in half. The swollen walls of the sphincter reluctantly let in a finger, each time responding with pain and preventing Christy from finding a ballpoint pen. Christie was almost afraid that the handle could not be reached, as at last her finger caught on a hard, polished object.

- Where are you! - With relief she was delighted with the find.

- So, how would you get it now?

Having submerged her finger a little deeper, she pressed her finger on the handle, so that, pressing it against the wall of the rectum, gently pull it out, but a sharp pain made her stop. The second attempt made brought the same results.

- Damn it! - she wiped her unsolicited tear with her free hand.

Rolling over on its side and bending its knees, Christie made a new attempt. Overcoming a new sharp pain, she carefully plunged her second finger into the swollen hole. The tense ring of the anus, obviously unaccustomed to this size, squeezed her fingers strongly, and, straining to close, to eat the phalanxes of the fingers. Ignoring these discomfort, she continued to try again and again to grasp the handle, but the slippery edges, in addition to the liquid, did not allow her to do that.

Picking her ass for about ten minutes, she finally grabbed the handle ...

- Ay! - A sharp pain from the reduced muscle in the side made her pull out empty fingers.

- Heck! - she cursed reservedly, returning to the previous position.

Leaning against the wall again, Christie planned to add one more finger to the rescue. Spreading her knees wide and biting her lip, she carefully continued to dip her fingers. First, the index finger, pushing the swollen edges of the sphincter, then the middle finger, pushing the elastic ring of the anus, and finally the thumb.

From the terrible sharp pain in the ass, it seemed to Christie that the sphincter would not withstand the onslaught and break, but the prospect of losing the butt in her ass frightened her even more.

“What if you can't get it?” Suddenly she will pierce my insides? - pondered through the pain of Christie. - How can I explain this to my parents? Doctor? What just accidentally sat on the handle? - through tears she gave a hoarse laugh. - Of course nobody will believe in it. But the truth can not be said. What will parents think? ”Christie drove those dark thoughts away, focusing on her ass.

Getting used to the pain, Christie began to push her three fingers boldly, each time pushing the edges of her back hole more and more. She tried not to think about how her hole now looks, and she never had the opportunity. Now, if she had got a mirror and a little light, she probably would have been horrified by the way the red and gaping rear opening now looks, the walls of the rectum, which still strive to get out, but are only held back by her fingers.

Pushing her fingers almost along the knuckles, Christie finally felt the cherished object in her ass. Moving her fingers and trying to grab hold of the handle with them, she suddenly noticed that the pain faded into the background, slowly giving way to pleasant excitement. Reliably grasping the handle with three fingers, the girl began to make progressive movements, trying not to lose the wave of growing excitement.

Christie, it was already plunged back into her fantasies, when suddenly a door opened loudly in the stairwell, and someone with rapid steps headed in her direction. The girl did not really have time to figure out anything. Very frightened, she froze like a statue, continuing to sit in her former position, waiting for the end.

Someone walked quickly and confidently to the window. In the moonlight, she recognized in a man a friend of her father living through the door. The neighbor, without turning around, opened the window slightly and drew on a cigarette, then dialed someone's number on the phone.

- Well, what did you want to tell? - The neighbor asked a little annoyedly, listening to some answer from the handset. - Whom ...? Will not say?

Christie, whitened from fear, tried to hear what they were talking about, but only illegible words came from the pipe.

- Wow, beautiful, elastic ass and sweet cunt! Who are you picked up already? - With obvious interest he began to ask. “Okay, okay, let's tell it better, but in more detail,” he demanded from his interlocutor.

Christie embraced an inordinate fear - for now the man, leaning against the wall, stood right in front of her and all he had to do was look in her direction, and he would immediately find her - the daughter of his old friend - a sweet and modest girl, the pride of her parents - Christy would have successfully shattered. After all, now he sees a whore sitting with his pants down. Why, there is a slut sitting with his knees wide apart, exposing his red, wet and bare cunt to the public. A wet floor and whitish divorce between her legs in the dark could clearly be mistaken for sperm.

For the uninitiated, the picture would look obvious: the young girl was hard fucked before the loss of her pulse by a group of people in the dark entrance and was left to others to be torn apart. And this is at a time when parents at home think that their cute immaculate angel, who is an example for everyone to follow, is innocently talking on the street with a friend.Unaware that in fact they, the so-called angel, is a lustful bitch lying all this time near the door, parading their insatiable holes calling everyone in the neighborhood to fuck them. And only God knows how many dozens of members she missed through her insatiable cunt, and maybe through other holes too, before she could saturate her insatiable lust ...

Frightened to a pulpit, she was afraid not to move, but even to take a breath. Feverishly thinking about different options, she could not think of an excuse for the state in which she was now. Frozen like a petrified statue, she only expected further developments.

- Oh, fuck, I already have a stake! - Said a neighbor, massaging his embarked member through his pants. - And what the fuck, you did not call me? What? Wife? Yes, what a fuck wife, when you are in the stairwell cling to such elastic bitches! - he practically exclaimed for the whole entrance.

Christie, closing her eyes, tried to mentally escape from this terrible situation, praying to herself that someone else would not come out to the entrance to the voice of the shouted neighbor. But these could have been her parents, and then the situation could get completely out of control. She had already chaotically made plans, in case she nevertheless noticed her, was practically ready to satisfy him orally, hoping that it would silence him. But if her parents also notice her, then she’s not that she couldn’t predict - she was afraid to imagine!

As a child, Christie's parents often beat her with a belt for poor grades or bad behavior, but now the situation was drastically different. In her head, suddenly for a brief moment, a picture flashed: it weighs with her limbs widely divorced and stretched in opposite directions, all covered with bruises and scarred from her father’s belt, and her crotch was particularly strong. So much so that it was all swollen and disfigured: the sexual lips twisted and strongly ruptured, hanging down with a few-centimeter shreds down. From this perspective, Christie poplohlo. After swallowing a small lump of vomiting that came up to her throat, she barely pulled herself together.

- Damn, and now how can I relieve this strut? We'll have to return to his wife. Damned son of a bitch! Next time, call before, not after your adventures! - Said a neighbor and, not waiting for an answer, hung up, then angrily went home, slamming the door behind him.

Seven pots literally got off Christie before she finally could breathe freely and relax. Without waiting for the development of new events, the girl quickly rose. She tried to pull up her panties, but they turned into a torn rag, so she had no choice but to throw them aside, and pulling on her wet jeans, finally poking at home.

When she got home, she heard her mother's voice:

- Christie, is that you?

- Yes mom.

- If hungry - dinner in the fridge!

- Well thank you!

Oh, that something, and our heroine wanted to eat last. She only thought about how to finally hide in her room and digest all that had happened to her that day, and she did not want to explain that she limped because the handle stuck in her ass at every step and tries to pierce her insides. Therefore, finally reaching her room and collapsing on the bed, she instantly turned off ...

P. WITH Thank, Raffaello for help with the dialogues in the first part of this story. And many thanks zartus for assistance in editing and correcting errors.

If you have any kind of wishes, write, I am interested in any opinion!

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11 comments
  • Marquis de sade (a guest)
    March 3, 2018 7:10

    Pretty good. Now you need to add an elderly neighbor professor who filmed the girl when she was without creation from orgasm. Under the pretext of helping with studies, Christine will talk with her parents. But in fact, in her apartment she will make her sex a slave ...

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  • March 3, 2018 22:03

    Thanks for the feedback. I will think about your idea, maybe in some thread of the future parts, while I can’t say for sure, and how the plot will go on too.

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  • Ghost (a guest)
    March 4, 2018 0:49

    Cool. I hope the continuation of the whole year will not have to wait?

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  • March 4, 2018 13:29

    I hope not to have to wait a whole year (:

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  • Ghost (a guest)
    March 4, 2018 15:24

    () __ ()
    (O_O)? ...

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  • March 4, 2018 19:19

    (? _?)? (:

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  • Waha (a guest)
    March 7, 2018 18:01

    Gorgeous. How soon to continue?

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  • March 10, 2018 0:12

    There is a wish. Let the heroine remain alive and not harm herself with all kinds of pens, bottles, remote controls, etc.))
    The idea of ​​a webcam, depraved girlfriends and sadistic classmates who recognize her on the web is still relevant?

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  • March 16, 2018 3:33

    Yes, actually - it’s in plans to start from the next part or through the part.
    I will try to lay the foundation in the next, in the plans to invite a girlfriend for tea (: (If nothing changes)

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  • October 5, 2018 9:01

    Cool)

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  • October 17, 2018 9:14

    Thank :)

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