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my girl is quiet ... I will not do you any harm. You have such pretty breasts. I caress them, and you stroke my cucumber. Take it in your palm, jerk it off - Gennady whispered in a soft, heartfelt voice, and his fingers ran down my breasts, gently squeezing and squeezing the nipples. It was awesome, no one in my life had ever touched my tits and I had never felt so good before. Another moment and I would just come from his touch.
But here Svetka's voice was full of mockery - And she doesn’t know how to jerk off. She also saw that member for the first time! - and stupidly giggled
Bitch. What a Light after all Bitch - flashed through my head. I stood, burning with shame and was ready to fall through the ground.
- Just think, there is nothing terrible. Everything is always the first time. True Natasha? - I suddenly heard the voice of Gennady, who so unexpectedly came to the rescue of me and supported me, - and you Light is wrong. Instead of jerking it would be better to support a girlfriend. And then we, too, can remember and laugh as a year ago you ran away through the bushes when you first saw me here. It was also funny.

- Natasha, so do not pay attention ... it's all from envy. Now give me your pen. So ... here ... - and Gena took my hand and put it on his penis, and for the whole of my life I remembered this first touch of a hot, excited, elastic male dick.
- Well, that's good, good girl! - the man has encouraged me - And now squeeze his palm and move.
I squeezed my palm, feeling how under my fingers I twitched and over the pulsed excited organ, like a silky gentle wave, skin folds floated around the member's bulges, closing and opening the head.
- Clever girl, clever ... only more gentle ... you are not pulling a carrot from the garden, but jerking your cock. Softer and more tender. - the man and the girlfriends screamed with laughter. And even to me it became ridiculous, and I laughed and at once somehow it became easy to hold down the nervous tension, and I relaxed. And even Sveta’s laughter stopped annoying me.

- Natasha, Natashik, give the second hand - Gennady asked, and now put your palms together in a row.
I fulfilled the request and the man took my palms in his hands and slightly spread her fingers and put his dick between them.
- Good girl like this, right, and now, with your permission, have your fingers fucked. Natalia you do not mind?
I affirmatively with a ghoul and nodded my head, staring at my palms
- Well, it's nice, and you look - he turned to the girls pushing his hips.

And his dick came to life, like a warm, resilient little animal, for diving in a burrow wedged between my palms. Sometimes a man pulled my palms deeper into his penis, and then a flushed head popped between my wrists and dived into the wide sleeves of a raincoat and rested against the cuff of a silk blouse. The sensations were ... I can't even describe them now. Something elastic, gentle and very exciting lived in my palms, throbbed, trembled, causing my crotch to burn and melt. I was shaking, I was shivering, but it was awesome! Gradually, I began to feel how a member of the man began to strain, the man squeezed my fingers harder with his hands and his movements became sharper and now with every movement he tried to pierce my palms as much as possible and pulling the skin of the head he tried to push it as deep as possible into my sleeve and rub against the hem of the blouse cuff. Suddenly he froze, and I felt a thick hot liquid running down my wrist. The man was breathing heavily and convulsively slid his penis at the same time nadrachivaya his my palms clenched with a boat. In the air there was a smell of tart incomprehensible aroma, it began to ache and a white whipped foam appeared between our fingers.

- Everything. - Gennady Sergeevich sighed heavily for the last time and let go of my hands, from which a shiny and muddy member slipped right away.- Fu girls you are all great! All summer did not finish, waiting for you.
Unbuttoning his pocket on his denim jacket, he took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his fingers and penis, he stuffed it into his pants and closed it on the lock. I stood, arms outstretched, afraid to pull them to me and stain my cloak. On the spread fingers, spreading a yet unfamiliar scent, greasy drops of sperm flowed. I did not know what to do and what to wipe my sticky hands with, to my regret, I didn’t have a handkerchief with me. And then to my surprise, Sveta came to my rescue, pulling a pink handkerchief from her jacket, she came over, and she carefully wiped each finger on me.
- Thank! - I surprised thanked the girl.

In response, Svetik, probably for the first time in our acquaintance, smiled at me friendly and hid the handkerchief in her pocket.
- Well, that's all the girls! I was very glad to see you again and I will be glad to see you here, again, in two weeks! And now I ran ... kiss for now! - and sending us a kiss to all three of us, he waved his hand and threw his bag on his shoulder, he turned around and quickly headed towards the stop. We were alone. The show is over. Judging by our flushed and excited little faces, each of us wanted and thought about the same thing, but were embarrassed to each other in this, admit. Naturally, there was no question of any kind of trip to the children's world, everyone dreamed of how to retire and relieve excitement as soon as possible. Saying goodbye Sveta surprised me the second time. Saying goodbye and kissing Irishka, she suddenly came up to me and suddenly kissed me on the lips. What did it mean then I have not learned so far. Saying goodbye, we parted. Irishka and I are in one direction, Sveta is alone in the other.

I got home what is called on autopilot. Panties soaked and a strip of crumpled fabric caulked my swollen gap, tickling and annoying my overcrowded crotch at every step. I even had a desire to sit down on the bench where I was near the house and running my hand under the skirt to relieve the tension from my pussy, but as luck would have it, the weather was good and all the shops were filled with grandmothers walking after school with children. Something like, spreading my legs wide and wagging my booty, I dug in and stumbled into the apartment, filling the hallway with the scent of male semen and my discharge, soaked through my panties and pantyhose. I could not understand why I smelled so much of sperm. And only when I took off my raincoat, I saw that the right sleeve of my holiday blouse was at the very elbow in wet yellow divorces, which gave off this sharp scent of semen that had already begun to irritate me. While mom is not all in the laundry. Undressed right in the hallway to the goal, I generously sprayed toilet water around me and went, and the bath. Having soaked a blouse, pantyhose, panties and a bra in the basin, I turned on the water and added foam, plopped into a hot bath.

Having spread my legs over the edges of the bath and putting a washcloth under my head, I closed my eyes and again presented the experienced adventure, but now nobody bothered me and did not constrain my fingers as hungry spiders attacked my languishing body. The first time I finished almost instantly, as soon as my finger touched and lightly rubbed the clitoris. The thighs immediately responded with a large shiver, the whole body arched, I squeaked and, with a groan, I picked up a bunch of splashes and fell into the water. But in order to completely relieve arousal, it was not enough once. I have not yet recovered from the first orgasm, and my fingers were already pulling pussy and nipples. The second and third orgasms pierced me almost simultaneously. And I turned off. I recovered from the fact that the water filled the bath and began to flow into my mouth ajar. When I woke up, I opened the cork by lowering the water and soaped, feeling how airy and weightless my body had become. Standing under the shower, I felt dozens of sharp arrow-streams pierced my shoulders, breasts, nipples again filling my pussy with pleasant languor. I wanted more!

I removed the watering can from the holder and again lay down in the bath with my legs spread wide.With the fingers of one hand, I widely stretched my chink, and with my other hand I directed streams of warm sharp streams into my already torn bosom. I didn’t calculate the pressure of the water and the trickles with sharp arrows pierced my rubbed perineum, glaring into my open vagina and plunging into the swollen head of the clitoris. It was so unexpected and painful that I howled, trying to squeeze my legs and protect the crotch, but the more I squirmed, the stronger my desire became, and gradually acute and unpleasant piercing pain began to give way to bliss. The pussy began to fill with heat and the legs spontaneously dispersed and framed my open wound on the streams of water that were slashing over it. Gradually, the hips began to move, and I myself began to try to catch the strongest and most energetic trickles with the clitoris. I do not know how long it lasted, but I finished a long time, wriggling in the bath like a mermaid thrown on stones, groaning with squeaks and at the end releasing a powerful jet from the torn gap. I wrote about. I got out of the bath, I was completely exhausted, the strength left me completely and in return, terrible fatigue came over. Neither of which washing was out of the question. Something like about crawling, I crawled to the bed, and completely exhausted fell and turned off.

P. S. Two weeks later, the autumn rainy season began and the meeting with Gennady Sergeevich did not take place and no one has ever seen him again. Surprisingly, after that incident, Sveta became friends and became friends until she married a Swede and left for him. Now she lives somewhere in Stockholm, she invites me to her all the time, but I never had one with her. With Irishka, we are on the contrary, after her marriage we separated. I know that she graduated from medical school after college, became a doctor and is now the head of some medical center. I never and never told anyone about that September, closed my mouth on the lock, and threw out the key. And only now decided to write what is called for the prescription of years!

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  • March 10, 2018 8:53

    What a cunning he is, this Gennady with his soft, soulful voice ...
    Excellent, bright, rich story. it is a pity that there is almost no erotica, but there is no porn at all. But beautifully written, so 10 points

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  • Alyona (a guest)
    March 17, 2018 12:11

    I like your stories

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  • March 19, 2018 2:49

    Good story. emotionally and with feelings.

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  • October 5, 2018 9:09

    lovely ah these autumn days of school childhood! however - like spring! :)

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