Joanna made her way along the darkened streets as she ran home, her heart beating and lungs burning by effort. The rubber soles of his sneakers slapped against the shiny, wet and humid floor by a duvet. Some drops were still falling. The girl was grateful for the raindrops that gave her her hair and shirt. With every luck, he could tell his mother that wet spots on his shirt were simply rainy.

“It’s just rain, Mom,” she tried her head. The 11-year-old girl blushed herself wondering what her mother would say if her daughter said: “It’s just sperm, Mom.”

The priest slowed down his rhythm, allowing himself to take his breath. For the umpteenth time, he swept his hands down the front of his shirt, making sure that no narrative drop of white liquid was still dripping down his t-shirt. Her hair was another matter. When he had performed his hand through his long brown hair before, he came out sticky and slender with thread after thread of sperm that had been fired on his braids. When Joanna touched her hair, she was still sticky, but found it covered with a dry and crispy material.

Joanna’s mind reproduced the events of the evening. She remembered going to Mary Ann’s house swimming in her pool after school. How long ago did it look? Joanna couldn’t even start naming all the things that had happened since. . .

Most of the afternoon had been spent at Mary Ann’s house, spraying in the indoor pool at her grandparents’ house. Joanna tried to leave her friend Mary Ann’s house early, but even then she found herself several minutes late as she went home. Wanting to avoid his mother’s anger to be late for dinner, he took a shortcut through a alley.

The girl never told her mother about the shortcut of the alley, of course. Joanna knew she was safe since she was always well lit. His mother would have objected because the alley ran behind several adult bookcases. Joanna usually did not pay any attention to them, but tonight she noticed that one of the alley doors was opened. Being a naturally curious eleven years old, Joanna could not resist the desire to peek in the store.

She approached the door with caution only in case one of the store employees would return. But as he approached it was clear that no one was near the door. Going through the corner, Joanna saw a room with wall shelves full of videotapes, just like a normal video store. He felt a twin of excitement while his eyes focused on images on the boxes. Most were naked women with big breasts, but some video boxes here and there was a photo of a penis.

Joanna was tempted by the wickedness of everything. His knees began to tremble in nervousness as he joined the library. Holding your breath, you crossed the threshold so you can get a better look inside. This room on the back with the videos took to the main room where he could hear the salesman talking on the phone. On the floor near the door, he saw a plastic bag of garbage. “He must have taken the trash,” Joanne thought, “and then the phone played so he left the door open.”

Since the man’s conversation showed no signs of ending soon, Joanna made another cautious step in the store. On his right he saw a set of wooden stairs climbing. He wondered what was up there. He listened for a moment, but he didn’t hear any sound from above. In the middle of the room was a kiosk full of magazines. Joanna noticed that unlike the Penthouses or Playgirls she and her giggled friends when at normal libraries, these adult magazines were not at all restrictive-wrapped in plastic.

From the blue, the instinct grabbed Joanna’s mind. As if she came out of her own free will, Joanna went on and took a magazine from the kiosk. Without even looking at the cover or title, the eleventh year of age silently crept back. Suddenly, he heard rumors in the alley. Joanna panicked as her heart rate exploded. She was trapped, a girl who obviously didn’t belong to the adult library. .

Frankly, he looked around the room. His eyes fell on the wooden steps leading to the second floor. Definitely, he ran the stairs, stringing the magazine to his chest and careful not to make any noise on the creaking stairs. When she reached the last step, Joanna found herself at the end of a long and unlighted corridor. Strangely, however, the room did not drive anywhere, except that there were several red doors on both sides.

“It seems that a corridor from the Matrix Reloaded,” Joanna thought of herself. “A single corridor full of doors…” Except these doors weren’t completely closed. Joanna slowly opened the closest to her and looked inside. It was dark there, but his eyes slowly settled and realized it was just a small cabin of some kind. Almost like a bathroom, except you didn’t see a bathroom or anything, just a vinyl blanket bench built in the wall.

Suddenly he heard voices coming from below again. The rumors seemed close, as if they were directly in the room under her. Joanna slipped into the stand and locked the door, sealed herself completely in the dark. His heart keeps running, he listened to the voices. It didn’t seem like they were upstairs.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Joanna realized she was still tightening the magazine she had taken from below. But it was too dark on the stand to watch it now. He felt along the wall for a switch. A bulb dim on the stand as its fingers found the switch next to the door.

Joanna could see the stand much more clearly now. The stand was small, no bigger than a closet. On the other side of the vinyl bench there was a screen built in the wall. Below it were coin slots. Maybe it was a video game stand, Joanna thought about herself. In fact, there was a panel on the wall that had buttons on it. He sat on the vinyl bench. Next to her there was a box of Kleenex. On the floor there was a basket that was halfway full of used fabrics. Big, he thought about himself. Maybe someone had a cold.

But now that she had a moment of privacy, Joanna wanted to relax. She took a deep breath and studied the glossy cover of the magazine. He read the title slowly: “Club International: Best Hardcore Edition”. The cover had a pretty blonde woman who was completely naked, smiling at the camera. Nervously throwing an eye to the closed door, Joanna opened to a random page.

The sight that greeted her took her breath. The eleventh year had turned into a page full of a man and a woman. Both were naked and the man reclined on a couch while the woman kneeled in front of him. Joanna’s eyes magnified on the contour of man and her eyes began to feast with impatience on her male organ. The woman held her penis in her hand and her mouth was open, positioned to put the huge tool she kept in her mouth.

Joanna was fascinated by what she saw, momentarily forgetting her anxiety to hide in an adult library. He knew what sex was and read about male sexual organs in books, but he never saw a real picture on one. And the woman was about to suck his penis with his mouth! Joanna had heard a lot of talking about the playground of such acts, but she always wondered why someone would want to do it.

He turned the page. This time there was a photo of the same man and woman, but they had moved the positions. The woman was on all four on the couch as she presented her back end to the man who pointed her penis to her. Joanna once again has zero on the erect penis. The young girl was mesmerized by it, the way she hit from her muscle body, the way the small blue veins were clearly visible. The woman’s horse was also clearly on display. Joanna studied the dark hair of her pubic area and the pink interior of her lips. The man’s erect penis was indicated directly to his vagina, as they were about to have sex. The simple thought made Joanna feel funny, as she did when the doctor examined her.

Joanna retired to the vinyl stand 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 as it was a different size and color. The woman was different for her also had no hair in her legs at all. “It seems so,” Joanna thought.

The couple was also organized in a fun position. The man rests on his back while the woman straddled him, in front of the camera with his legs spread. Once again, his penis was placed so that it was ready to be inserted into his shiny vagina. Joanna swallowed hard. His heart was still beating quickly and he felt strangely reddened. And also foreign, the eleven years felt a strange feeling between their legs, as if they were pissing their pants. His curiosity in the magazine overwhelmed her anyway. Joanna decided she wanted to see a real sexual intercourse. Her trembling fingers turned to the next page.

Joanna was slightly disappointed to see the same pair in another position, this time with the woman on her back. He quickly browsed multiple pages of the magazine, but found only more images of couples in various locations. The nudity and the wickedness of everything was still tempting, but she wanted to see some real sexual intercourse.

He turned from the pictures again, taking time to pause and study the different men in the pictures. The woman was also different, with different sized breasts and shaved and unshaded pubic areas. Joanna felt the other rush of excitement and warm tingling. She felt so bad looking at this dirty magazine.

He browsed other pages before an image captured her. It was a photo of a naked woman with two men who had shirts, but the pants were around the ankles. The woman held an erect penis in every hand as she smiled at the camera. Joanna was stunned. At school, they taught that sex was only between a man and a woman. But here was this woman, with two partially naked men. “What are you going to do with two?” Joanna asked. He turned the page to find out.

A lot of things could be done with two men, Joanna found out. Later images showed the three adults in various poses. In one, the woman had the extended tongue licking a penis while her hand still held the other. In another photo, the woman bent to presumably put a penis in her vagina while she took the other in her mouth.

Joanna was enchanted by sexual images before her. He never imagined two men with a woman. The concept was mind-boggling at the eleventh year. Thinking made us more intense the tingling between the legs. Joanna noticed she felt wet again. Idly, he wondered if there was something wrong with her.

All these questions were blurred when Joanna heard the steps coming up on the stairs. Joanna froze. From the heavy noise of the footprints, he knew he was undoubtedly a man. He held his breath while the man walked near his stand. However, he did not stop and continued. He heard him go into another stand and knock the door shut. Joanna was relieved.

He listened while the man settled in the stand. Then he heard the unmistakable clink of a quarter being put into the slot. The eyes of eleven years widened when he heard the sounds of heavy breath and moaning emanate from the stand. He listened for a moment more before he realized that the man was watching TV. He felt it through the channels, each with a different sound of gems and gems, male and female voices.

“It looks like she just took a quarter of an hour and the TV started,” Joanna thought of herself. She sneaked into her backpack for her purse. He found a quarter. With trembling hands, slip the fourth in the slot of the coin. He was thrilled to see the TV screen flash to life.

It was a dirty movie, just like he suspected. Joanna looked at the screen, transfixed the view before her. On TV, a woman lays on her back, her legs spread, as a man immersed her hard penis in her. His movements were rapid and both complained and breathing heavily. “This is ten times better than the magazine,” Joanna thought.

Joanna looked more while the couple changed position so the woman was on top. The man was now lying on his back while the woman ripped him in front of the camera. Joanna had a clear view of her pink vagina swallowing the hard penis that slammed out of the human body. He looked in fascination like fuzzy sexual activity before her. He felt the moisture between his legs again while listening to the two people with gas and gem.

Curiously, Joanna spyed on the control panel built in the wall. Throwing caution to the wind, pressed a button. For his pleasure, the press button changed the channel. Now there were two different people on the screen, kissing. He pressed the button again. Now there was another couple having sex. Joanna looked for a happy moment before changing the channel again.

There was so much to see. He pressed the button again and again, every time he raises a different scene. Joanna was mesmerized by the pure variety of everything. He saw different sexual positions. A channel showed a woman sucking a man’s penis like a lollipop. Another showed two naked women touching each other, making the 11-year-old giggle girl. He stopped for a few minutes to watch a lonely man grab his fist around his penis and pull on it. “This is probably why they call him “get out”, Joanna thought with a smile.

On another channel he looked like two men and a woman had sex. For some reason the idea made its blush red, but not embarrassment. The woman was on her hands and knees as a man rushed frantically into her vagina and another made her suck her penis. The whole scene made Joanna feel bad and dirty, but also very excited. He wondered how that woman would be, to be the center of the attention of the two men.

“Oh yes, baby, fuck me more…” the woman complained, while she sucked her hard penis in front of her.

“Is that how you like getting fucked?” asked the man. The angle of the camera approached a first floor of the man’s hard organ that constantly beats in and out of the woman’s vagina. Joanna held her breath, fascinated by illicit action. She heard the woman moaning in the appreciation while she was fucked.

He looked as men retreated their erect penises. The woman sat down and now the men stood on her, both seizing their male organs in their fists.

“Hey, honey,” a man said while masturbating his penis, “Do you want some of this? "

“Oh yes, please,” the woman gently cooed while kneeling in front of men. She clinged until both of their penises were a few inches from her face. Joanna approached. He looked incarcerated as the woman massaged the fleshy bags under every penis.

“Come to the face, please… Shoot your coming on me…”

The eleven-year-old girl was spelled while men moaned and pointed their penises on the face of the woman. Joanna leaned even closer to looking, not wanting to lose a second, like a white cum spray spurred by the penis of the first man, splattering on all the face of the woman who moaned in pleasure. The second man clinged even closer, and a jet of white sperm erupted from his penis, covering the cheek and neck of the woman.

Joanna swallowed hard. The moisture between the legs had completely wet the front of its underwear now and a pungent smell vanished from under the skirt, filling the stand. On the screen, the scene ended and faded black, so Joanna pushed another button to change the channel.

The next channel only showed a naked woman, unbridled on her bed, her legs spread to the camera. The woman’s fingers caressed in her legs as she seductively watched the camera. Joanna looked while the camera was magnifying on the pink and shiny fessure of the woman, her contour completely shaved. The camera focused on the woman’s finger as she rubbed through her vaginal lips, producing breaths of delight from the woman.

“What are you doing?” Joanna thought of herself. “It looks like she’s enjoying it. Maybe I should try it…” Joanna walked on her skirt and reached under the belt of her underwear. She imitated the woman on TV as her index finger plunged into her wet slot. Moisture surprised Joanna but found out she liked the slippery feeling of it, especially when she rubbed like the woman was doing.

After a few minutes, Joanna decided she had it. He was rubbing confidently, enjoying tingling sensations, when the screen went black. He tried to press some buttons but nothing happened. “Oh well,” Joanna thought, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from her underwear. “I have to go home before Mom kills me anyway.” He took advantage of the Kleenex and wiped his hands off.

Standing to leave, spitting out the forgotten magazine that still rested on the bench. Existing for a moment, Joanna blurred and filled it in her backpack. He listened to the door for a moment, wondering how he would run from the library. From the sounds of it, there have been several TV screens in progress now. He remembered all the other doors in the hallway. Many of the cabins must be occupied now.

Inching to open the door, Joanna tried in a sneaky way to make sure the coast was clear. The hallway was empty. Opening the door later, Joanna quietly slipped out and ranmpered at the exit ladder. But just as he reached the stairs, his path was blocked by a figure emerged from a stand.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” said the man accused. Joanne stopped dead in her tracks, her heartbeat that shot the sky. The man locked the ladder, the only exit. She was trapped.

“I asked you a question!” sternly said. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. This isn’t a place for the girls. "

Joanne looked at the man with fear. It was a tall and impressive figure. He wore a muscle t-shirt that emphasised his cumbersome biceps. The young girl was reminded everyone of a middle gym teacher she had met in the third grade.

“Well?” he landed her. “What are you doing here? "

Joanna squirmed effortlessly, wishing she was elsewhere. Nervously, he hit the floor with the tip of the shoe. “Oh, I don’t know…” stabbed. “I was… Joanna wanted her away. His ears and face burned red with embarrassment and shame.

“Hey guys,” the muscle called. “Come here! We have a little intruder among us.” So, saying, he knocked all the doors locked up and down the hallway, repeating: “Go, guys. We have a little problem to deal with. "

Joanna was horrified while the doors along the corridor began to open. One face spoke to her from the nearest door. He was an old man, old enough to be his grandfather, with his gray hair and stubborn and wrinkled face. Further down the hall, another door opened and saw a very fat man tighten his way through the door. Joanna couldn’t help noticing that her eyes light up while staring at her. On the eleventh year he found himself unconsciously to take a step back to get away from these men who stared at them.

Another door opened again and this time another figure went on. As she moved to the light, Joanna realized with a shock that she was just a teenager watching dirty movies in the stand. He was tall and gangly, his face covered with pimples.

Finally, the door farther along the hall opened and the last man went out. Joanna was surprised to see that she was a businessman of some kind. He was wearing a dress and a tie. The girl briefly wondered why a man like this would be in such a dirty place. Sill, suddenly compared to five males in the adult store, Joanna felt very intimidated in fact. He took another step back and found himself pressed against a wall. Don’t go out.

“Well, boy?” said the muscular man again. “You want to tell us what you’re doing here?” Joanna swallowed hard and looked at the five faces staring at her. The face of the muscular man was stern while behind him the teenager hit them. The old man’s eyebrow was raised, waiting for his answer and the fat man was still leering to her. But the businessman was without expression behind them all.

“Um, I was just… well… Joanna couldn’t think of a good lie and she was too embarrassed to tell the truth. How could you say that? I was watching naked people having sex, Joanna thought about herself.

Before he could stab a little longer, the fat man stepped forward and grabbed his hand. Joanna tried to get away but there was no place to go and it was too strong. Before she knew what she was doing, she raised her hand to her nostrils and sniffed her fingers.

“Hey!” exclaimed the fat. “Your fingers smell like pussy juice!” Behind him, the sound of laughter and hawks explodes from other men. Joanna felt even reder as the desire washed over her to disappear or shrink into something small. The old man was smiling at her now and even the corners of the businessman’s mouth twitched. Angrily, Joanna took her hand off the fat.

“She lit you?” asked the muscular man, with a softer voice. Joanna looked at him but turned, her shame overwhelmed her. She felt tears rising in her eyes.

The old man approached her and kneeled next to her. He put a hand on her shoulder. “He made you wet?” he asked her. “Did you like to watch those people who have sex? Tell us.” She put her hand under her chin and raised her face to meet her gaze. Joanna looked at the old man’s face. He wasn’t laughing now. His eyes also seemed to be friendly and understanding.

“Yes,” whispered Joanna. A tear spilled the cheek now. The old man wiped her out with a finger called. The girl heard the disarming smell of the old pipe tobacco.

“There,” she consoled her. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It is natural to feel curious and feel pleasure. "

Joanna couldn’t answer, but she managed to raise her head to meet her gaze. The old man told her nicely. He looked at the others behind him and found out none of them was laughing at her now.

“Don’t cry,” said the old man. “You’re too cute to cry. Let’s go now… He reached in his pocket and pulled out a fabric and wiped her face with it. Joanna hastened to appreciate. “Here, boys,” proclaimed the old man. “Doesn’t she look prettier now? "

Men have bitten their consent. Joanna smiled timidly now at the old man looking at her face.

“I bet you’re so cute that all these guys here like you,” said the old man. I bet he likes you very much.

Really? Joanna said softly.

“Really,” the old man said. “Because I bet they’d show you what they have in their underwear. "

Joanna reddened herself deeply. But the old man clinged closer and prodded with a conscious elbow. He won them.

“You liked watching those movies, didn’t you? I bet you liked watching those naked men. Am I right?” The old man humped her again playfully. Joanna couldn’t help but smile when she looked at the floor and redone.

The old man snapped. “Come on,” he said, bringing her next to her arm, “let’s go here.” Before he could protest, the man took her firmly and led her to the corner of the landing. The other men deposited outside the corridor and stood in line, blocking any access to the staircase. The fat man crashed forward, his huge belly waving in front of him.

“Hey, guys, I have an idea,” he said, “we’ll sit on the white girl…” The other men bit their consent again. Joanna had no idea what the fat guy was talking about. He watched him pull an object from the corner in the middle of the landing. Looks like a mailbox. He tried to move it and then finally struggled a little more to bend and connect it to the wall. Joanna was confused. What should be connected to a mailbox?

“He sits there, little girl,” said the fat man. Joanna considered the device dubiously. It looked like a standard black mailbox, except that it had a small saddle on the top of it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to sit. The preen girl still felt shy and embarrassed to be captured by all these men. He threw a long eye on the stairs, still stuck by the teenager, the businessman, and the muscular man. Joanna hesitated for a moment, wondering how she could escape. The old man was back on his side.

“Go,” he said, taking her behind her and maneuvering her in the mailbox. “It’s gonna be okay. That’s right, sit down. No, no, not like that honey. Sit down like this… The old man placed her until she was straddling the postbox with the saddle housed between her legs. Due to the way it was positioned, the saddle sank directly against the damp spot on its underwear, reminding her of the strange wetting between her legs. Her skirt was loose enough so she settled around her comfortably, almost hiding the inbox from sight.

Sitting on the mailbox now, looking at these five men, Joanna felt a wave of apprehension. What would they do?

As if by answer, the fat man stepped forward and said: “Come, boys. Let’s give the girl a real show…” With this, the fat guy untied his pants and let them fall to the floor. With a trailer, the underwear joined the ankles. Joanna was shocked to see her dazzling penis before her. The fat man closed his hand around his penis and began to masturbate to it.

Surprise, Joanna looked as the muscular man approached even closer and let his shorts fall to the ankles. The eleven years fixed his penis, a thick organ and sausage that crashed from his pubic area. Like the fat guy, he also punched around his penis.

Everything’s happening too fast. Joanna looked at her right and saw the teenager already massaging her hard penis that slapped from the fly of her shorts. The old man already had his pants around his ankles and was caressing his hardening penis quickly.

Joanna’s heart quickly beats as her mind turned to the sight of the four penises surrounding her. A flash of movement took the eye and saw the businessman finally move on and unplug the hinge. He looked while he carefully pulled out his penis from his underwear. He also began to caress his hard organ with his fist.

Joanna couldn’t believe it. The girl thought she was dreaming. Here she was surrounded by five men and their five penises all visible before her. He felt a corner of electricity between his legs and thought his underwear became wet.

“Hey,” said the muscular man, tapping the fat. “Have you lit the whitening for her? "

“Oh yes, I forgot,” the fat guy bit. “I’ll start on a low power to get her started.” With a little effort, he leaned and turned a dial on the mailbox. Joanna gave a start while she felt it at her life. The mailbox smoothed and hummed quietly, like a vacuum cleaner. She was amazed to hear a slight vibration from the pressed saddle between her legs. It was like a sweet and relaxing massage. The young girl momentarily forgot the male organs before her, while she concentrated on the warm feeling building in her stomach.

“You like it, don’t you?” asked a voice.

Aware of a tested pleasure that blooms in her head, Joanna raised her eyes from the floor to look for the owner of the voice. But the eleventh year was caught short by the sight of a hard penis pointed straight to her. The half circle of men approached closer until they were each less than two feet from the girl. Changing the look, Joanna lets each of the five penises unveiled before her. The preen girl discovered that if she fixed hard and concentrated on the penis, she only intensified the warm pleasure in her body.

Without even bothering to attach faces to the male organs, Joanna blessed bliss from the penis to the penis, comparing each and enjoying the wave of excitement each produced in her 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 soft red tips. Furry crusts and less hairy crusts. Smooth rod and veiled trees. Joanna swallowed hard, forgetting her admission as her eyes drank in the details of each penis.

He heard someone say: “Hey, why don’t you take him out? Looks like he’s having fun.” A foot reached forward where the dial was on the mailbox.

Joanna abruptly inhaled as she felt the vibrating saddle intensifying in power. The vibrations moved directly into the leg zone. Involuntarily, his lean thighs grabbed hard at the sides of the inbox. Joanna let her head lean a little, but her eyes were still closed on the view in front of her looking at her nose. The men were still caressing their penises, their tight fists. Realizing that it was the center of attention, the girl preteen felt another wave of pleasure.

“Turn it up some more,” said another voice.

The machine gave way to a higher level of vibration. Joanna’s thighs grabbed the mailbox again as she held for the dear life. His small mouth formed an “O” of pleasure while the area between his legs exploded in bliss. A little curling her back, Joanna striated her hips forward so that her contour was pressed tight against the saddle. She reveled when the pressure intensified the tingles in her horse.

His eyes wandered from every hard penis to the next one. Joanna was completely fascinated by the beautiful male organs before her. He heard a voice talking

“Hey, baby… Why don’t you raise your skirt and show what you have down there? "

Joanna stopped. He felt a twin of conscience and remembered his first anguish. But this was before he felt such a pleasure before he saw these hard penises. Bad thought of exposing herself made her tingle. Joanna reached down and raised her skirt.

Finally, breaking his gaze from their half sections, Joanna finally looked at the faces of men. He saw that they were completely increased by his young body. His young body had responded appropriately to the simulation and the horse of his underwear was now impregnated with his preteen lubrication. Its wetness had made the cotton almost transparent and its crack without hair was clearly visible to its audience. His lean legs tightened the mailbox strictly as small shivers tickling his body.

Joanna continued to keep her skirt, revealing herself to men. He noticed how each of them stared at her, every look approached the area between her legs. Suddenly, the teenager bit something he couldn’t understand. He went on until his penis was a few inches from his face. Joanna looked, unaware of what was about to happen.

“Oh God…” the teenager moaned. Joanna saw a flash of white eruption from her penis and then heard something hot earth on her face. He realized that the teenager was ejaculating on her, just like the men in the movies had done to the woman. Another burst of sperm landed on the neck, and then another one on his hair. The girl realized she was holding her breath again.

The teenager retired but to his left, Joanna saw the fat man approaching her. He saw his short and robust penis, almost dwarf from his fist while caressing his hard drive. And then he moaned and pointed his penis against her. The eleventh year saw another white flash and then warmer on the cheek. Other wrinkled sperm threads follow, cutting brown hair. Spent, the fat guy stepped back.

Joanne felt the pleasure inside her building at a breakpoint. For each ejaculation, he had felt an exciting washing through his young body. The muscular man approached her now. He noticed the small slit on the purple tip of his penis and the clear fluid that seemed to be leaked from it. Joanna swallowed hard in anticipation. It didn’t have to wait long. The muscular man left out a low pond and bowed his back slightly, pointing his penis on his face.

The eleventh year was deliberately looking this time and clearly saw the first problem of spurt out of the hard and windy penis before her. He felt the warm, wet feeling of his sperm as he landed on his cheek. His next shot landed on his forehead, right in his eyes.

But suddenly the businessman came forward. Before he knew, he was also ejaculating on her. Joanna felt a thrill of electricity through her 11-year-old body as these two men sprayed their sperm on her at the same time. The muscular man pointed lower, soaked his neck and t-shirt with his white liquid. The businessman shot his first flight in his hair. Joanna gasped while she felt the hot fluid on her ear. Then he pointed higher and added more sperm to his face. Finally exhausted, both men have gone away.

That left only the old man caressing his penis. Joanna looked at him, his face covered with white liquid that snatched her chin. Her hair was also well covered and her t-shirt felt soaked.

“Do you feel good, little girl?” asked the old man, never stop his hits. “Do you like how it feels in your legs? "

The eleventh year he put his strongest horse against the saddle. One hand has still raised the skirt, revealing its bath linen and slit without hair. “Y-yes…” Joanna answered, breathing. “It’s good. "

“Do you want me to feel better?” the old man said, approaching her.

“Oh yes, please… yes…” Joanna replied anxiously. His eyes grew up on his penis only a few centimeters from his face now. The muscular man dared ahead and turned the dial back on the inbox. She was in full power now.

“Uhhhhh…” Joanna grunt as the powerful vibrations massaged her horse. He pressed his hips forward with all his power now, tightening hard on the vibrating saddle.

“Oh God…” Joanna whispered like a wave of rough pleasure inside her. For a short while, she seemed to be floating. And then the wave crashed and the tingles washed over her from head to tip.

“Ahhhh!” shouted Joanna, her first orgasm that surpassed her 11-year-old body. “Uhhhhhhhhhh, ummmm…” He felt his muscles tighten tight and relax and then tight again. The old man approached now and saw the first sperm spray erupted from his penis. She landed on the cheek, hot and wet. He followed another sperm jet, landing on his upper lip. Joanna was too overwhelmed by her orgasm to worry as the old remaining spurts landed in her mouth. He tasted salinity and musk on his tongue before swallowing it, not exactly meaning. He had to breathe and he couldn’t do it with a mouth full of cum.

Finally, Joanna felt her young body relax and pleasure slowly subside. Suddenly sensitive now, she moved away from the vibrating saddle. Someone took off the car and quieted. Silence filled the room.

Joanna took a deep breath and looked around the room with caution. None of the men were worried about pulling their pants or zipping on. Five penises were still displayed before her, although now they were dazzling and no longer difficult. Joanna was suddenly aware of the fluid now cooled on the face that was dripping from the chin. Looking down his t-shirt, he saw that he was covered with several dark spots.

Men were no longer standing in a semicircle around her. Some were leaning on the wall. The fat man was sitting on the floor. The path towards the staircase was clear.

Suddenly disconcerting, Joanna felt an urgent need to leave. Inciamping at his feet, he whispered: “I have to go now…” He took his forgotten backpack near the mailbox. Tottering forward under his weak legs, Joanna stabbed at the stairs before someone could stop her.

“Hey, wait…” said a voice behind her. But Joanna was walking down the stairs before someone took her. Going out in the magazine room, Joanna was moving quickly and leaving the alley door. He started running home, didn’t stop until he was several blocks away and he was sure nobody was following her.

Reaching her backpack, Joanna produced a pack of Kleenex and began to clean herself up. He wiped the seed out of his face using several Kleenex fabrics. Without thinking, she passed her hand through her hair. Faced with a face, he stopped when he touched the cold and gelatinous substance that now adorned his hair. He took more Kleenex to clean his hair.

It wasn’t before Joanna reached the last fabric before she realized she hadn’t erased her shirt yet. Hitting in his backpack, he tried to find more Kleenex. Instead, his hands closed on the smooth and shiny cover of the adult magazine he introduced into his backpack.

Taking out the magazine, Joanna opened a random page. She was surprised to see it was a close picture of a woman’s face. She was holding a penis in her hand and there were several sperm threads on her face. “But,” Joanna thought, “not nearly as much as I had on my…” For some reason the thought made her smile.

Scaring the magazine in her backpack, Joanna wiped out her t-shirt the best she could before throwing the Kleenex into a nearby dumpster. As he turned to run home, a slight rain began to fall.