Joanna rose along the dark streets while she ran home, her heart beating and the burning lungs of effort. The rubber soles of his sneakers hit the shiny, wet and wet sidewalk of a sudden rain. A few drops were still falling. The girl was grateful for the raindrops that had amortized her hair and her shirt. With luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rain.
“It’s just rain, Mom,” she repeated in her head. The 11-year-old girl was surprised at what her mother said if her daughter said, “It’s just cum, mom.”
The preteen girl slowed her pace, allowing herself to take her breath. For the 15th time, she wiped her hands on the front of her shirt, making sure that no drop of white liquid distal was still dipating her shirt. Her hair was another problem. When she had run her hand through her long brown hair before, he went out sticky and slender with strands after thighs of sperm that had been shot on her braids. When Joanna touched her hair now, it was always sticky, but she found it covered with dry and raw material.
Joanna’s mind replayed the events of the evening. She remembers going to Mary Ann’s house to swim in her pool after school. How long was that? Joanna couldn’t even name all the things that had happened since…
The majority of the afternoon was spent at Mary Ann’s house, walking in the indoor pool at her grandparents. Joanna tried to leave her friend Mary Ann’s house early, but she found herself a few minutes later when she got home. By trying to avoid her mother’s anger to be late for dinner, she took a shortcut in a alley.
The girl never spoke to her mother about the shortcut of alleys of course. Joanna knew it was safe because he was always well lit. His mother would have objected, however, because the driveway ran behind several adult bookshops. Joanna usually did not pay attention to them, but tonight she noticed that one of the gates of the driveway was open. Being a curious at the age of eleven, Joanna could not resist the desire to pear in the store.
She had approached the door with caution just in case one of the store’s employees came back. But when she was approaching, it was clear that no one was near the door. While walking around the corner, Joanna saw a room with wall shelves full of video boxes, as well as a regular video store. She felt a twin of excitement while her eyes focused on the pictures on the boxes. Most were naked women with big tits, but some video boxes here and there was an image of a penis.
Joanna was attracted to the naughtiness of all this. Her knees began to tremble in the nervousness while she crossed in the bookstore. Keeping her breath, she crossed the threshold so she could better look inside. This back room with videos led into the main room where she was able to hear the clerk speak on the phone. On the floor near the door, she saw a plastic bag of trash. “He must have pulled out the trash,” Joanne said, “and then the phone rang to leave the door open.”
As man’s conversation did not show signs of coming to an end, Joanna took another prudent step in the store. On her right, she saw a set of wooden stairs leading up. She wondered what was up there. She listened for a while, but didn’t hear any noise from above. In the center of the room was a kiosk full of magazines. Joanna noticed that, unlike the Penthouses or the Playgirls, she and her friends hung up when at normal bookshops, these adult magazines were not shrinked in plastic at all.
Out of the blue, the instinct took Joanna’s mind. As if she came out of her own volition, Joanna boldly advanced and attracted a kiosk magazine. Without even looking at the cover or title, the age of eleven is quietly liable back. Suddenly, she heard voices in the alley. Joanna panicked like her heart rate. She was stuck, a girl who obviously didn’t belong to the adult bookstore.
She looked around the room. His eyes fell on the wooden steps that led to the second floor. Decisively, she threw the stairs, hanging the magazine at her chest and careful not to make noise on dusk stairs. When she reached the last stage, Joanna found herself at the end of a long illuminated corridor. It’s strange that the room didn’t drive anywhere except there were several red doors on each side.
“It looks like a corridor of the Matrix Reloaded, said Joanna. “One corridor full of doors…” Except that these doors were not completely closed. Joanna slowly opened the one closest to her and plunged inside. It was dark in there, but her eyes slowly adjusted and she realized that it was just a tiny booth of a kind. Almost like a bathroom except she didn’t see a toilet or anything, just a bench covered with vinyl built in the wall.
Suddenly, she heard even more voices from below. The voices were close, as they were directly in the room under it. Joanna slipped into the stand and closed the door, completely sealed herself in the darkness. Her heart was still running, listening as the voices spoke. It doesn’t look like they were going up.
Inspired by a sigh of relief, Joanna realized that she always feared the magazine she had taken down. But it was too dark in the stand to look at it now. She felt along the wall for a switch. A light bulb lights the cab when his fingers found the switch next to the door.
Joanna could see the stand much more clearly now. The stand was tiny, not bigger than a closet. In front of the vinyl bench there was a screen embedded in the wall. Below, there were slot machines. Maybe it was a stand to play video games, Joanna thought of herself. Indeed, there was a sign on the wall that had buttons on it. She sat on the vinyl bench. Next to her was a Kleenex box. On the ground there was a midway mosquito net filled with used tissue. Big, she thought of herself. Maybe someone was cold.
But now that she had a moment of privacy, Joanna started to relax. She took a deep breath and studied the cover of the brilliant magazine. She read the title slowly: “Club International: Best Hardcore Edition”. The cover had a pretty blonde who was completely naked, smiling at the camera. Nervous to take a look at the closed door, Joanna opened herself to a random page.
The view that welcomed her took her breath. The age of eleven had turned to a full page of a man and a woman. Both were naked and the man leaned on a couch as the woman wanked in front of him. Joanna’s eyes zoomed in on the man’s crook and her eyes turned hungrily on her hard male organ. The woman held her penis in her hand and her mouth was open, positioned to put the massive tool she held in her mouth.
Joanna was fascinated by what she saw, temporarily forgets her concern about hiding in an adult bookstore. She knew what sex was and she had read about the male sex organs in the books, but she had never seen a real picture on one. And the woman was gonna suck her penis with her mouth! Joanna had heard a lot of conversations on the playing field on such acts, but she always wondered why someone would want to.
She turned the page. This time there was a picture of the same man and the same woman, but they had changed their position. The woman was on the four on the couch because she presented her back end to the man who pointed her penis. Joanna once again put to zero on the erect penis. The girl was mesmerized by her, the way she was juicy of her muscle body, the way the little blue veins were clearly visible. The woman’s crook was clearly exposed. Joanna studied dark hair from her pubic area and pink interiors from her labia. The erect penis of man was pointed directly to his vagina, as they were about to make love. The simple thought of that makes Joanna feel funny, as she did when the doctor examined her.
Joanna leaned into the vinyl booth and turned the other page. This time he was a different man and woman in a different position. The girl immediately noticed that this man’s penis was different from the first in that it was a different size and color. The woman was different because she had no hair between her legs. “She looks like me,” Joanna said.
The couple was arranged in a funny position. The man slept on his back while the woman dug him, facing the camera with her legs spread out. Again, his penis was positioned so that he was ready to be inserted into his shiny vagina. Joanna swallowed hard. Her heart beat again quickly and she felt strangely torn. And even foreign, the age of eleven felt a strange feeling between her own legs, as she was pissing her pants. His curiosity about the magazine overwhelmed him. Joanna decided she wanted to see sex. Her shaking fingers turned to the next page.
Joanna was slightly disappointed to see the same couple arranged in another position, this time with the woman on her back. Hurriedly, she flipped through more pages of the magazine but she only found more photos of couples in various positions. The nudity and nudity of all this were always wrapping up, but she wanted to see some real reports.
She returned by the photos, taking the time to pause and study the different men in the photos. The woman was also different, with different size breasts and shaved and unrazed pubic areas. Joanna felt the other rush of excitement and hot tingling. She felt so nasty looking at that dirty magazine.
She returned a few pages before an image caught her. It was a picture of a naked woman with two men who had shirts on but their pants were around their ankles. The woman held a penis erected in every hand as she smiled at the camera. Joanna was stuck. At school, they learned that sex was only between a man and a woman. But here’s this woman, with two partially naked men. “What’s she gonna do with two?” Joanna wondered. She turned the page to find out.
A lot of things could be done with two men, Joanna discovered. The following photos showed the three adults in different poses. In one, the woman had her extended tongue to lick a penis while her hand always held the other. In another photo, the woman folded to likely put a penis in her vagina while she took the other one in her mouth.
Joanna was blown away by sexual imaging in front of her. She never imagined two men with a woman. The concept was boring at the age of eleven. Thinking about it made tingling between her legs more intense. Joanna noticed it was still wet there. Idly, she wondered if there was something wrong with her.
All these questions were chained when Joanna heard steps on the stairs. Joanna froze. According to the big footsteps, she knew it was a man. She held her breath when the man walked near his stand. However, he did not pause and continued. She heard him enter another cabin and shut up. Joanna was relieved.
She listened when the man moved into the cabin. Then she heard the unchanging clink of a quarter being put in the slot. The eyes of the age of eleven widen as she heard the sounds of heavy breathing and moaning emanate from the cabin. She listened for a longer time before realizing that man was watching TV. She heard her return through the channels, each with a different sound of groaning and groaning, both male and female voices.
“It looks like he just put a quarter of an hour and the TV started,” Joanna said. She fell in her backpack for her handbag. She found a quarter. With shaking hands, she slipped the quarter into the coin slot. She was thrilled to see the TV screen flashing life.
It was a dirty movie, like she suspected. Joanna looked on the screen, transfixed to the view before her. On TV, a woman slept on her back, her legs went away, as a man plunged her hard penis into her. His movements were fast and both moan and breathed heavily. “It’s ten times better than the magazine,” Joanna said.
Joanna looked a little more when the couple changed the position so that the woman was at the top. The man was lying on his back while the woman rode him in front of the camera. Joanna had a clear view of her pink vagina swallowing the hard penis that played man’s body. She looked in fascination as sexual activity demolished in front of her. She still felt the timidity between her legs as she listened to both people on the grass and moaning screen.
Curiously, Joanna stole the control panel embedded in the wall. Throwing caution in the wind, she pressed a button. For its pleasure, the press button changed the channel. There were two different people on the screen now, kissing. She pressed the button again. There was another couple who made love. Joanna looked for a happy moment before changing the channel again.
There was so much to see. She pressed the button again and again, whenever there is another scene. Joanna was mesmerized by the great variety of all this. She saw several different sexual positions. A channel showed a woman who sucks a man’s penis like a sucette. Another showed that two naked women were touching, making the eleven-year-old girl mix. She stopped for a few minutes to watch a single man cling to her penis and shoot at it. “That’s probably why they call him “to laugh,” Joanna said with a smile.
On another channel, she looked like two men and a woman had sex. For one reason, the idea made her rogue, but no shame. The woman was on her hands and knees while a man frantically rushed into her vagina and another let her penis suck. The whole scene makes Joanna feel nasty and dirty, but also very excited. She wonders what it would be like to be this woman, to be the centre of attention of both men.
“Oh, baby, fuck me harder…” the woman moaned, as she stopped sucking on the hard penis in front of her.
“That’s how you like to get fucked?” the man asked. The angle of the camera moved to a close-up of the man’s hard organ that beat tirelessly in and out of the woman’s vagina. Joanna held her breath, captivated by illegal action. She heard the woman moaning like she was fucked.
She looked like men removed their erect penis. The woman sat down and now the men stood above her, both poing their male organs.
“Hey, baby,” a man said he blew his penis, “you want something from that?”
“Oh yes, please,” the woman cooed gently as she shakes in front of men. She leaned until both penises were inches of her face. Joanna leaned closer. She looked up like the woman massaged the fleshy bags under each penis.
“Go on my face, please… shoot me…
The eleven-year-old girl was amazing while men were moving and targeting their penis in the woman’s face. Joanna leaned even closer to looking, not wanting to miss a second, like a white sperm spray stimulated from the first man’s penis, splatting on the whole face of the woman who moaned with pleasure. The second man then hung closer, and a white cum jet erupted from his penis, wrapping the cheek and the neck of the woman.
Joanna swallowed hard. The timidity between her legs had completely tipped the front of her underwear now and a pungent scent cut off her skirt, filling the stand. On the screen, the scene ended and fainted in black, Joanna pushed another button to change the channel.
The next channel showed only a naked woman, crawled on her bed, her legs extended to the camera. The woman’s fingers clashed between her legs while she watched the camera seductively. Joanna looked like the camera zoomed on the pink and brilliant woman, her crotch completely shaved. The camera focused on the woman’s finger because she was rubbing between her vaginal lips, producing female pleasure sighs.
“What is she doing?” Joanna thought of herself. “It looks like she likes it. I should try… Joanna mounted her skirt and hit under the belt of her underwear. She imitated the woman on TV while her index finger plunged into her wet slot. Humidity surprised Joanna but she found that she liked the slippery feeling of him, especially when she rubbed like the woman was doing.
After a few minutes, Joanna decided. She rubs herself with confidence, enjoying the sensations of tingling, when the screen became black. She tried to press a few buttons, but nothing happened. “Oh well,” Joanna thought, removing the hand from her underwear. “I should go home before Mom kills me anyway.” She took advantage of Kleenex and wiped her hands.
On her feet, she spyed on the forgotten magazine that stays on the bench. By hesitating a moment, Joanna fought and grabbed her in her backpack. She listened to the door for a while, wondering how she was going to escape from the bookstore. Sounds, there were several TV screens now. She remembers all the other doors in the hallway. Several of the cabins must be occupied now.
Inching open the door, Joanna furtively peeked out to ensure the coast was clear. The hallway was empty. By opening the door further, Joanna quietly slipped and camped out of the stairs. But as she reached the stairs, her path was blocked by a figure that was born from a stand.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” the man said blatantly. Joanne stopped dead in her tracks, her heart rate shooting at it. The man blocked the stairs, the only exit. She was trapped.
“I asked you a question!” said to him harshly. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. It’s not a place for girls. "
Joanne looked at the man with fear. It was a big and imposing one. He wore a muscle t-shirt that highlighted his bulky biceps. The girl was reminded of a whole gym teacher she had known in the third year.
“Well?” he hit him. “What are you doing here?”
Joanna calmed down uncomfortably, wishing she was elsewhere. Nervously, she hung on the ground with the toe of her shoe. “I don’t know…” She stabbed. “I was… Joanna wanted her to be far away. His ears and his face burned red with shame and shame now.
“Hey, guys,” the muscular man called. “Come here! We have a little intruder in our midst.” He hit all the gates closed up and down the hall, repeating: “Come here, guys. We have a small problem to solve.”
Joanna was horrified while the gates of the corridor began to open. A face stuck him to the nearest door. He was an old man, old enough to be his grandfather, with his gray hair and with a wrinkled and wrinkled face. Further in the hallway, another door opened and saw a very big man tighten his way through the door. Joanna couldn’t help but notice that his eyes flashed while he stared at him. The age of eleven was unconsciously taking a step back to get away from these men looking at her.
Another door opened and this time another figure was moving. By moving into the light, Joanna realized with a shock that it was only a teenager who had watched dirty movies in the booth. He was big and gangic, his face covered with buttons.
Finally, the door the farthest from the corridor opened and the last one came out. Joanna was surprised to see that he was a businessman. He was wearing a suit and a tie. The girl briefly wondered why a man like this would be in such a dirty place. Sill, suddenly confronted by five males in the adult store, Joanna feels very intimidated. She took another step back and found a rush against a wall. No way.
“Well, kid?” the muscular man spoke again. “You want to tell us what you’re doing here?” Joanna swallowed hard and looked at the five faces looking at her. The face of the muscular man was stern while behind him the teenager marvelled against her. The eyebrow of the old man was raised, waiting for his answer and the fat man was always lent to him. But the businessman was without expression behind them all.
“I was just… I was… Joanna couldn’t think of a good lie and she was too embarrassed to tell the truth. How could she say that? I was watching naked people sleeping, Joanna said.
Before she could suffocate a little bit more, the big guy started out and grabbed his hand. Joanna tried to get away but there was nowhere to go and it was too strong. Before knowing what he was doing, he raised his little hand to his nostrils and sniffed at his fingers.
“Hey!” cried the fat one. “Your fingers smell the elbow juice!” Behind him, the sound of laughter and chuckles burst from other men. Joanna felt even more red than the desire washed on her to disappear or shrink into something tiny. The old man smiled at her now and even the corners of the businessman’s mouth suffocated. Angry, Joanna removed her hand from the grip of the fat.
The muscular man asked him, in a softer voice now. Joanna looked at him but turned away, his shame overpowering her. She felt torn in her eyes.
The old man approached her and set himself next to her. He put his hand on his shoulder. “Did it make you wet?” asked him. “Have you loved watching these people sleep? Tell us. He put his hand under his chin and lifted his face to meet his eyes. Joanna looked at the face of the old man. He wasn’t laughing now. His eyes even seemed to be friends and understanding.
“Yes, Joanna murmured. A tear has rolled his cheek now. The old man erased it with a finger called. The girl felt the disarming smell of old man’s pipe tobacco.
“There, there, he consoles her. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s natural to feel curious and feel the pleasure.”
Joanna couldn’t answer but she managed to lift her head to meet her eyes. The old man made him sign of sympathy. She looked at the others behind him and found that none of them laughed at her now.
“Don’t cry,” said the old man. “You’re too pretty to cry. Come on… He entered his pocket and pulled a cloth and wiped his face with it. Joanna sniffs greatly. “There the boys proclaimed the old man. “She doesn’t look prettier now?”
Men whispered their consent. Joanna smiled timidly now to the old man sticking wide eyes in his face.
“I bet you’re so pretty that all these guys like you,” the old man told him. “I bet they love you a lot.”
“Really?” Joanna said slowly.
“Really,” said the old man. “Why I bet they’d show you what they have in their underwear. "
Joanna got deep down. But the old man leaned closer and probed him with a conscious elbow. He won.
“You liked watching these movies, didn’t you? I bet you liked watching these naked men too. Am I right?” The old man played it again. Joanna couldn’t stop grinding while she looked at the ground and collapsed.
The old man cracked. “Go, he says, taking her by the arm, go this way.” Before she could protest, the man took her firmly and drove her to the corner of the landing. The other men dropped out of the hallway and found themselves in row, blocking any access to the stairs. The fat man flew away, his huge heir in front of him.
“Hey guys, I have an idea,” he says, “Let her sit on the sybian…” The other men have whispered their consent again. Joanna didn’t know what the fat guy was talking about. She looked at him pulling an object from the corner in the center of the landing. Looks like a mailbox. He tried to move it and finally struggled others to fold it and plug it into the wall. Joanna was confused. What should a mailbox be connected?
“Sit down, little girl,” said the fat one. Joanna considered the aircraft in doubt. He looked like a standard black mailbox, except he had a little saddle on the top. She didn’t want to sit. The preteen girl was always shy and embarrassed to be taken by all these men. She took a long look down the stairs, still blocked by the teenager, the businessman and the muscular man. Joanna hesitated for a moment, wondering how she could escape. The old man was still beside him.
“Go,” he said, taking her by the shoulders and maneuvering the mailbox. “It’s gonna be okay. No, not like this honey. Sit like that… The old man positioned her until she rode the mailbox with the saddle lodged between her legs. Because of its position, the saddle has juiced directly against the wet spot on its underwear, reminding it of the strange timidity between its legs. Her skirt was pretty loose so that she would settle comfortably around her box of letters of view.
Sitting on the mailbox now, watching these five men, Joanna felt a wave of apprehension. What were they gonna do?
As in response, the fat guy advanced and said, “Come on, guys. Give the girl a real show…” With that, the fat guy hated his pants and dropped them down. With a tug, its underwear joins around its ankles. Joanna was shocked to see her penis choking in front of her. The fat man closed his hand around his penis and started to shake it.
Surprisingly, Joanna looked at that muscular man getting closer and let his shorts fall to his ankles. The age of eleven looked at his penis, a thick and sausage organ that judging from his pubic area. Like the fat guy, he also made a fist around his penis.
Everything was going too fast. Joanna looked at her right and saw the teenager already massage her hard penis that threw out of the fly of her shorts. The old man already had his pants around his ankles as well and stifled his fast hardening penis.
Joanna’s heart beats quickly as her mind turned to the sight of the four penises around her. A flash of movement caught her and she saw the businessman finally moving forward and decompressing her zipper. She looked like he carefully pulled his penis out of his underwear. He also started hitting his hard organ with his fist.
Joanna couldn’t believe it. The girl thought she was dreaming. She was here, surrounded by five men and their five penises all visible in front of her. She felt a spike of electricity between her legs and thought her underwear would become more wet.
“Hey man,” said the muscular man, casting the fat man. “Did you turn his own for her?”
“Oh yes, I forgot,” the big man stumbled. “I’ll start with low power to get it started.” With a little effort, he leaned and turned a dial on the letterbox. Joanna gave a start as she felt to life under her. The mailbox whistled and hummed quietly, like a crushed vacuum cleaner. She was surprised to feel a gentle vibration of the pressed saddle between her legs. It was like a gentle and soothing massage. The girl temporarily forgot the male organs before her while focusing on the warm feeling in her belly.
“You like it, don’t you?” asked a voice.
Aware of a light pleasure blooming in her head, Joanna lifted her eyes off the ground to look for the owner of the voice. But the age of eleven was taken short in the sight of a hard penis pointed directly on it. The men’s half circle approached until they were less than two feet from the girl. Turning her gaze, Joanna let herself look at each of the five penises unveiled in front of her. The preteen girl discovered that if she looked hard and focused on the penis, it only intensified the warm pleasure in her body.
Even not embarrassing to attach faces to male organs, Joanna fortunately turned from penis to penis, comparing each and appreciating the rise of excitement each produced in his young body. Some were long, but others were short. Some were very thick as sausages but others were lean. There were brilliant purple heads. There were frozen red tips. Hairy and less hairy crotches. Smooth trees and veined wells. Joanna swallowed hard, forget her apprehension while her eyes were drinking in the details of each penis.
She heard someone say, “Hey, why not invent it? She seems to have a good time.” One foot reached the front where the dial was on the mailbox.
Joanna suddenly inhales as she felt the vibrating saddle intensifying in power. The vibrations transferred directly into the area between the legs. Involuntaryly, his lean thighs took hard on the sides of the mailbox. Joanna let her head look a little bit, but her eyes were still locked on the view before she looked at her nose. Men always suffocated intentionally on their penis, their tight fists. Knowing that she was the center of attention, the preteen girl felt another wave of pleasure.
“One more voice,” he said.
The machine entered a higher vibration level. Joanna’s thighs took the mailbox again as she stood for a dear life. His little mouth formed a “O” of pleasure while the area between his legs burst into bliss. Arrowing him a little, Joanna pressed his hips forward so that his crotch was tight against the saddle. She got mad in the delight while the pressure intensified the pins in her crook.
Her eyes were still wandering from every hard penis to the other. Joanna was completely excited by the beautiful male organs in front of her. She heard a voice talking
“Hey, little girl… why don’t you lift your skirt and show what you got there?”
Joanna took a break. She felt a twin of consciousness and was reminded of her earlier apprehension. But it was before feeling such a pleasure, before seeing these hard penises. The nasty thought of exposing itself has turned around. Joanna fell and raised her skirt.
Finally, by breaking her gaze from their median section, Joanna finally looked at the faces of men. She saw that they were completely wrapped by her young body. His young body had responded appropriately to the simulation and the crook of his underwear was now dipped with his lubrication of the preteen. Her timidity had made the cotton almost transparent and her hairless slit was clearly visible to her audience. His lean legs tighten the mailbox tightly, while few chills tickle his body.
Joanna continued to hold her skirt, revealing herself to men. She noticed that each of them looked at her, each look attached to the area between her legs. Suddenly, the teenager stumbled something she didn’t understand. He went forward until his penis was just inches from his face. Joanna looked, ignoring what was going to happen.
“Oh God…” the teenager moaned. Joanna saw a flash of white eruption of her penis and then she felt something warm earth on her face. She realized that the teenager ejaculates on her, just like the men in the movies had done to the woman. Another cum burst landed on his neck, then another on his hair. The girl realized she was holding her breath.
The teenager retired but on her left, Joanna saw the big man approach her. She saw her short and stubby penis, almost dwarfed by her fist while he hit her hard unit. And then he moaned and oriented his penis on her. The age of eleven saw another flash of white and then more heat on his cheek. More cum breaches followed, leaving her hair brown. The fat guy came back.
Joanne felt the pleasure inside her building at a point of rupture. For every ejaculation, she felt a sensation wash on her young body. The muscular man got close to her now. She noticed the little slit on the purple tip of her penis and the clear fluid that seemed to run away. Joanna swallowed hard in anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long. The muscular man left a low moaning and he slightly curved his back, pointing his penis on his face.
The age of eleven was intentionally looking this time and she clearly saw the first splash out of the hard penis, batting in front of her. She felt the fabulous and wet feeling of her sperm as she landed on her cheek. His next shot landed on his forehead, just between his eyes.
But suddenly, the businessman has also advanced. Before she knew, he was ejaculating on her too. Joanna felt a thrill of electricity through her eleven-year-old body while these two men sprayed their sperm at the same time. The muscular man aimed lower, dipping his neck and t-shirt with his white liquid. The businessman pulled his first volleyball into his hair. Joanna gased while she felt the hot liquid on her ear. Then he targeted higher and added more sperm to his face. Finally exhausted, the two men came back.
It’s just the old man who rubs his penis. Joanna looked at her, her face covered with white fluid that soaked her chin. Her hair was widely covered and her shirt felt soaked.
“Does it feel good, little girl?” the old man asked him, never stop his strokes. “Do you like how it feels between your legs?”
The age of eleven made his crook stronger against the saddle. A hand raised his skirt again, revealing his diped underwear and his hairless slit. “Y-yes…” Joanna replied by the breath. “It’s nice…”
“Do you want it to feel better?” said the old man, approaching her.
“Oh, yes, please… yes…” Joanna responded impatiently. Her eyes zoomed on her hard penis only inches from her face now. The muscular man pointed forward and turned the dial on the letterbox. It was in power.
“Uhhh…” Joanna grunts like the powerful vibrations massaged her crook. She pressed her hips with everything she could now, getting hard on the vibrating saddle.
Oh, my God… Joanna whistled like a wave of pleasure wandered inside her. For a brief moment, she seemed to float. And then the wave crashed and the tingles washed it from the head to the feet.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Joanna shouted, her first orgasm surprising her eleven-year-old body. “Uhhhh, uhh, ummmm…” She felt her tight muscles and relax and then tight again. The old man hung closer now and she saw the first sperm spray erupted from her penis. He landed on his cheek, hot and wet. Another cum jet followed, landing on his upper lip. Joanna was too upset with her orgasm to worry, because the remaining swords of the old man landed in her mouth. She tasted the salinity and mucous membrane of her tongue before swallowing it, not really sense. She needed to breathe and she couldn’t do it with a mouth full of sperm.
Finally, Joanna felt her young body relaxed and the pleasure subsides slowly. Suddenly sensitive now, she got off the vibrating saddle. Someone dumped the machine and it calmed down. The silence filled the room.
Joanna took a deep breath and looked around the room with caution. None of the men had bothered to pull their pants on or zip. Five penises were still displayed before it, although now they sink and are no longer hard. Joanna was suddenly aware of the fluid now cooled on her face that dipped her chin. Looking at her shirt, she saw that he was covered with several dark spots.
The men no longer stood in a half circle around her. Some were hanging against the wall. The fat guy was sitting on the floor. The way to the stairs was clear.
Suddenly bashful, Joanna felt an urgent need to escape. Being at her feet, she fainted, “Um, I have to go now…” She grabbed her forgotten backpack next to the mailbox. Going under her weak legs, Joanna hung on the stairs before nobody stopped her.
“Hey, wait…” a voice said behind her. But Joanna was on the stairs before nobody caught him. By moving into the magazine room, Joanna quickly turned to her and left the alley door. She started coming home, not stopping until she was in several blocks and was sure no one was following her.
By reaching her backpack, Joanna produced a packet of Kleenex and started cleaning herself as she could. She erased the sperm from her face, using several Kleenex tissues. Without thinking, she ran her hand through her hair. Making a face, she stopped when she touched the cold and jelly substance that now decorated her hair. She took more Kleenex to clean her hair.
It was not until Joanna reached the last fabric before she realized that she had not yet wiped her shirt. Fumbling in her backpack, she tried to find more Kleenex. Instead, her hands closed on the smooth and shiny cover of the adult magazine that she had stuck in her backpack.
On leaving the magazine, Joanna turned to a random page. She was surprised to see that it was an image close to a woman’s face. She held a penis in her hand and there were several splashes of sperm on her face. “But Joanna thinks, “not nearly as much as I am on mine…” For one reason, thought makes her smile.
By dropping the magazine in her backpack, Joanna wiped her t-shirt the best she could before throwing the Kleenex in a nearby slum. While she turned to the house, a light rain began to fall.