Joanna at the adult bookstore

Joanna walked through the dark streets as she ran home, her heart beating and the lungs burning from the effort. Rubber soles of their slippers against the bright, wet and wet pavement of a sudden rain. A few drops were still dropping now. The young woman was grateful for the drops of rain that had wet her hair and her shirt. Hopefully, you could tell your mother that the wet spots on your shirt were just precipitation.

"It's just rain, Mom," he rehearsed in his head. The eleven-year-old girl blushed as she wondered what her mother would say if her daughter said, "It's just semen, Mom."

The preteen girl accelerated her rhythm, allowing herself to breathe. For the fourteenth time, she wiped her hands off the front of her shirt, making sure no drop of white liquid was still dripping her shirt. His hair was another matter. When she had run her hand through her long brown hair before, she was sticky and thin with thread after semen thread that had been shot on her three. When Joanna touched his hair now, he was still sticky but he found it covered with a dry, crispy material.

Joanna's mind reinterpreted the events of the night. He remembered to go to Mary Ann's house to swim in his pool after school. How long did it look? Joanna couldn't even start naming all the things that had happened since...

Most of the evening had been spent at Mary Ann's house, splashing 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 a few minutes late while walking home. Wishing to avoid his mother's anger by being late for dinner, he took a shortcut through an alley.

The young woman never told her mother about the shortcut of the alley, of course. Joanna knew it was safe as it was always well lit. His mother would have objected however because the alley ran behind several adult bookstores. Joanna didn't pay attention to them, but tonight she noticed that one of the alley gates was open. By being naturally curious of eleven years, Joanna could not resist the urge to look at the store.

He had approached the door cautiously in case one of the shop employees returned. But when he approached it was clear that no one was near the door. Looking around the corner, Joanna saw a room with wall shelves full of video boxes, like a regular video store. He felt a groan of emotion while his eyes focused on photos in the boxes. Most of them were naked women with big breasts but some video boxes here and there was an image of a penis.

Joanna was tempted by the naughty of everything. His knees began to tremble in nervousness as he looked at the bookstore. Holding his breath, he passed through the threshold so he could look better inside. This back room with videos led to the main room where he could hear the secretary talking on the phone. On the floor near the door, he saw a plastic trash bag. "She must have been taking out the trash," Joanne thought, "and then the phone sounded to leave the door open."

As the man's conversation showed no signs of ending soon, Joanna took another cautious step in the store. On his right he saw a small set of wooden stairs. He wondered what was up there. He heard for a moment but he didn't hear sounds from above. In the center of the room there was a kiosk full of magazines. Joanna noticed that, unlike the Penthouses or Playgirls, she and her friends mocked when in the normal bookstores, these adult magazines were not picked up in plastic at all.

Suddenly, the instinct grabbed Joanna's mind. As if it were his own will, Joanna boldly took a step forward and took a magazine of the kiosk. Without even looking at the cover or title, the eleven years quietly turned back. Suddenly, he heard voices in the alley. Joanna panicked while her heart rate was shot. She was trapped, a young woman who obviously didn't belong to the adult bookstore..

Frantically, she looked around the room. His eyes fell on the wooden steps that led to the second floor. Decisively, she camped down the stairs, holding the magazine to her chest and taking care not to make noise on the purple stairs. When she reached the last step, Joanna found herself at the end of a long, tiny hallway. It is curious, however, that the corridor did not lead anywhere except that there were several red doors on each side.

"It seems like a hallway of the Matrix Reloaded," Joanna thought. "A single hallway 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 adjusted and realized it was just a small cabin of some kind. Almost like a bathroom except he didn't see a bathroom or anything, just a covered vinyl bank built on the wall.

Suddenly he heard more voices coming from below. The voices sounded close, as if they were directly in the room under it. Joanna got into the cabin and closed the door, sealing completely in the dark. His heart still ran, heard as the voices spoke. It didn't sound like they were upstairs.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Joanna realized that she was still holding the magazine she had taken from below. But it was too dark in the cabin to see it now. He felt along the wall for a light switch. A light bulb lit the cabin while his fingers found the switch next door.

Joanna could see the cabin much more clearly now. The cabin was small, not larger than a closet. On the other side of the vinyl bank there was a screen built on the wall. Below were coin slots. Maybe it was a cockpit to play video games, Joanna thought of herself. In fact, there was a panel on the wall that had buttons on it. He sat at the vinyl bank. Next to her was a box of Kleenex. On the ground there was a stick that was halfway full of used tissues. Gross, he thought. Maybe someone had a cold.

But now that I had a moment of privacy, Joanna wanted to relax. He took a deep breath and studied the brilliant cover of the magazine. He read the title slowly: "Club International: Best Hardcore Edition". The deck had a pretty blonde woman who was completely naked, smiling at the camera. Nervously eyeing the door closed, Joanna opened to a random page.

The sight that greeted her took her breath away. The eleven years had become a full page of a man and a woman. Both were naked and the man bowed on a couch while the woman knelt before him. Joanna's eyes approached the man's crotch and his eyes were celebrated in his tough male organ. The woman held her penis in her hand and her mouth was open, positioned to put the massive tool in her mouth.

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

She changed the page. This time there was an image of the same man and woman, but they had changed their position. The woman was on the four on the couch while she was wearing her ass end to the man who was pointing at her penis. Joanna returned to zero in the erect penis. The young woman was mesmerized by her, the way she was jutting from her muscle body, the way that small blue veins were clearly visible. The woman's crotch was also clearly exposed. Joanna studied the dark hair of her pubic area and the pink interiors of her lips. The erect penis of the man was directly pointed to his vagina, as if they were about to have sex. The mere idea of it made Joanna feel fun, as he did when the doctor examined her.

Joanna leaned in the vinyl cabin and returned the other page. This time he was a different man and woman in a different position. The young woman immediately noticed that this man's penis was different from the first one it was a different size and color. The woman was different too because she had no hair between her legs. "It seems so," Joanna thought.

The couple was also willing in a fun position. The man was on his back while the woman attracted him, in front of the camera with his legs spread. Again, your penis was placed to be ready to be inserted into your shiny vagina. Joanna swallowed hard. Her heart was still beating fast and strangely swollen. And even strange, the eleven years felt a strange feeling between their own legs, as if they were peeing their pants. Her curiosity about the magazine overwhelmed her though. Joanna decided she wanted to see some real sexual relationship. His trembling fingers became the next page.

Joanna was a little disappointed to see the same couple arranged in another position, this time with the woman on her back. Fortunately, she turned through more pages of the magazine but only found more pictures of couples in several positions. The nakedness and mischief of all this remained captivating but wanted to see some real relationship.

He returned for the photos, taking time to pause and study the different men in the photos. The woman was also different, with breasts of different sizes and shaved pubic areas without shaving. Joanna felt the other hot and exciting rush. She felt so naughty looking at this dirty magazine.

She turned through a few more pages before an image caught her eye. It was an image of a naked woman with two men who had shirts on her but her pants were around her ankles. The woman had an erect penis in every hand while 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 men partially naked. "What are you going to do with two?" Joanna asked. She changed the page to find out.

A lot of things could be done with two men, Joanna found out. The following images showed the three adults in several poses. In one, the woman had her tongue extended to lick one penis while her hand still had the other. In another image, the woman bowed to presumably put a penis in her vagina while taking the other in her mouth.

Joanna was spelled out by sexual images before her. I've never imagined two men with a woman. The concept was palpable at eleven years. Just thinking about it made the tingling between his legs more intense. Joanna noticed she felt wet there again. Idly, he wondered if there was anything wrong with her.

All those questions were shattered when Joanna heard steps that went up the stairs. Joanna froze. Of the strong sounds of the steps, I knew he was certainly a man. She kept her breath while the man walked through her cabin. He did not stop yet and continued. He heard him enter another cabin and close the door. Joanna was relieved.

She heard while the man settled in the cabin. Then he heard the unequivocal clink of a room being placed in the slot. The eleven-year-old eyes widened when he heard the sounds of heavy breathing and the groaning emanate from the cabin. She heard for a moment before she realized that the man was watching TV. She heard it through the channels, each with a different sound of groaning and groaning, both male and female voices.

"It sounds like I've put a room and the TV will start," Joanna thought. He fumbles in his backpack for his bag. He found a room. With shaking hands, he lowered the room in the coin slot. I was excited to watch the TV screen flash life.

It was a dirty movie, as she suspected. Joanna looked at the screen, transferred to the view before her. On television, a woman lay on her back, her legs spread, as a man plunged his hard penis into her. Their movements were fast and they were both groaning and breathing heavily. "This is ten times better than the magazine," Joanna thought.

Joanna saw something else while the couple changed their position so the woman was upstairs. The man was now lying on his back while the woman attracted him in front of the camera. Joanna had a clear view of her pink vagina wrapping up the hard penis that jumped from the man's body. He observed the fascination, as sexual activity unfolded before it. She felt the humidity between her legs again while listening to the two people on the gas and moaning screen.

Curiously, Joanna spied the control panel built on the wall. Putting caution into the wind, pressed a button. For its delight, the button click changed the channel. There were two different people on the screen now, kissing. He pressed the button again. There was another couple, having sex. Joanna saw a happy moment before changing the channel again.

There was a lot to see. She pressed the button over and over, each time bringing a different scene. Joanna was mesmerized by the variety of everything. He saw several different sexual positions. A channel showed a woman sucking a man's penis like a dick. Another showed that two naked women were touched, making the eleven-year-old giggle. He stopped for a few minutes to see a lonely man grab his fist around his penis and throw him away. "That's probably why they call it 'unconcerned'," Joanna thought with a smile.

In another channel he saw two men and one woman had sex. For some reason the idea made his red blond, but not of shame. The woman was in her hands and knees when a man got frantically into her vagina and another let her suck her penis. The whole scene made Joanna feel naughty and dirty, but also very excited. It was asked how it would be to be that woman, to be the focus of the two men.

"Oh, yeah, baby, take me stronger..." the woman groaned, like she stopped sucking in the hard penis in front of her.

"Is that how you like to fuck?" asked the man. The angle of the camera changed to an approach to the hard organ of the man hitting incessantly inside and outside the woman's vagina. Joanna had her breath, captivated by illicit action. He heard the woman groan in gratitude while she was fucked.

She looked as men withdrew their erect penises. The woman sat down and now the men were on her, both holding her male organs in her fists.

"Hey, baby," a man said as he masturbated his penis, "Do you want any of this?"

"Oh, yes, please," the woman took gently as she knelt before men. He bowed until his two penises were inches from his face. Joanna also bowed closer. He was wrapped while the woman massaged fleshy sacks under each penis.

"Let's go to my face, please... shoot your coming upon me..."

The eleven-year-old girl was spelled while men complained and pointed at their penises on the woman's face. Joanna leaned even closer to looking, without wanting to lose a second, like a sprinkled white semen spray of the first man's penis, splashing all over the face of the woman who groaned in pleasure. The second man bowed also closer, and a white semen jet sprang from his penis, covering the cheek and neck of the woman.

Joanna swallowed hard. The humidity between his legs had completely soaked the front of his underwear now and a sharp smell from under his skirt, filling the cabin. On screen, the scene ended and black vanished so Joanna pushed another button to change the channel.

The next channel showed only a naked woman, scattered in her bed, her legs spread to the chamber. The woman's fingers clashed between her legs while staring at the camera. Joanna looked as the camera approached the woman's bright pink opening, her fully shaved crotch. The camera focused on the woman's finger as she rubbed between her vaginal lips, producing sighs of women's delight.

"What are you doing?" Joanna thought. "It seems he's enjoying it. Maybe I should try..." Joanna hung her skirt and reached under the waist of her underwear. She imitated the woman on TV while her index finger plunged into her wet drip cut. Humidity surprised Joanna but found that she liked the slippery feeling, especially when she rubbed as the woman was doing.

After a few minutes, Joanna decided to take care of him. She rubbed with confidence, enjoying the tingling sensations, when the screen turned black. He tried to press a few buttons, but nothing happened. "Oh well," Joanna thought, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from her underwear. "I should probably go home before Mom kills me anyway." He took advantage of the Kleenex and wiped his hands.

Standing to go, he spied the forgotten magazine that was still in the bank. Knowing for a moment, Joanna got in and put him in his backpack. She heard at the door for a moment, wondering how she would escape the bookstore. Of her sounds, there were several TV screens now. He remembered all the other doors in the hall. Several of the cabins must be occupied now.

Inching opens the door, Joanna looked furtively to make sure the coast was clear. The hallway was empty. Opening the door, Joanna slipped silently and jumped to the exit of the stairwell. But upon reaching the stairs, his path was blocked by a figure that emerged from a cabin.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" said the man accusing. Joanne stopped dying on his tracks, his heart rate shooting at the high sky. The man blocked the ladder, the only way out. She was trapped.

"I asked you a question!" he said severely. "What are you doing? This is not a place for girls."

Joanne looked at the man in fear. It was a tall, imposing figure. He wore a muscle shirt that emphasized his bulky biceps. The young woman was reminded of a whole gym teacher she had met in third grade.

"Well?" he stripped her. "What have you been doing up here?"

Joanna was awkwardly frightened, wishing she was somewhere else. Nervously, he lay on the floor with his shoe finger. "Um, I don't know..." he got stuck. "I was..." Joanna wanted me to be away. His ears and his face burned red with shame and shame now.

"Hello guys," said the muscle. "Get out of here! We have a small intruder in the midst of us." So, saying, he hit all the doors closed up and down the hall, repeating, "Get out here, boys. We have a little problem to take care of."

Joanna was horrified when the corridor doors began to open. One face looked at her from the nearest door. He was an old man, old enough to be his grandfather, with his gray hair and dry, wrinkled face. Down the hall, another door opened and saw a very fat man squeezing his way through the door. Joanna couldn't help but notice that her eyes lit as she hurled her gaze on her. The eleven years were unconsciously found stepping back to distance themselves from these men looking at her.

Yet another door opened and this time another figure took a step forward. When she moved into the light, Joanna realized with a shock that she was just a teenager who had been watching the dirty movies in the cabin. He was tall and gangbanger, his face covered with grains.

Finally, the door went into the hallway and the last man came out. Joanna was surprised to see that he was a businessman of some kind. He was wearing a suit and a tie. The young woman wondered briefly why a man like this would be in such a dirty place. Sill, suddenly faced by five males in the adult shop, Joanna felt very intimidated. She took another step back and found herself pressed against a wall. No way out.

"Well, boy?" the muscle spoke again. "Do you want to tell us what you're doing here?" Joanna swallowed hard and looked at the five faces looking at her. The musculoskeletal face was severe while behind him the teen stared at her. The old man's eyebrows rose, waiting for his answer and the fat man still looked at her. But the businessman ran out of expression behind all of them.

"Um, I was... well... I was... Joanna couldn't think of a good lie and was too embarrassed to tell the truth. How could he say that? I was seeing naked people having sex, Joanna thought of herself.

Before she could stab a little more, the fat man stepped on his hand. Joanna tried to get away, but there was nowhere to go and it was too strong. Before he knew what he was doing, he lifted his hand to his nostrils and smelled his fingers.

"Hey!" the fat man exclaimed. "Your fingers smell like pussy juice!" Behind him, the sound of laughter and laughter sprang from the 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 crooked businessman's mouth. Seriously, Joanna pulled her hand out of the fat man's hand.

"Did he turn you on?" the musculoskelete asked him, in a softer voice now. Joanna looked at him but turned, his shame overpowering her. I felt tears in my eyes.

The old man approached her now and kneeled next to her. He put a hand on his shoulder. "He wet you?" he asked. "Would you like to see those people having sex?" He put his hand under his chin and raised his face to see his gaze. Joanna looked at the old man's face. He wasn't laughing now. His eyes seemed to be friendly and understanding.

"Yes," Joanna whispered. A tear rolled his cheek now. The old man cleaned it with a quiet finger. The young woman smelled the disarmed smell of old man's pipe tobacco.

"There, there," he consoled her. "There is nothing to be ashamed of. It is natural to be curious and to feel pleasure. "

Joanna couldn't answer but managed to raise her head to see her look. The old man nodded sympathetically with her. He looked at the others behind him and found none of them laughing at her now.

"Don't cry," the old man said. "You're too pretty to cry. Come on... He came into his pocket and pulled a tissue and wiped his face with him. Joanna smelled appreciatively. "There, boys," the old man proclaimed. "Don't you look prettier now?"

Men murmured their consent. Joanna smiled shyly now at the old man who looked wide in his face.

"I bet you're so pretty that all these guys here like you," the old man said. "I bet they like you a lot."

"Really?" Joanna said softly.

"Really," the old man said. "Why I bet they'd show you what they have in their underwear."

Joanna got deeply into this. But the old man bowed closer and pronounced it with a cubit of knowledge. He led her.

"You liked watching those movies, didn't you? I bet you liked seeing those naked men too. Am I right?" The old man took it back playfully. Joanna couldn't help but smile while looking at the ground and blushing.

The old man rolled. "Let's go then," he said, taking her by the arm, "let's go this way." Before I could protest, the man took her firmly and took her to the corner of the landing. The other men came out of the hall and stood in line, blocking any access to the staircase. The fat man stepped forward, his huge belly shaking before him.

"Boys, I have an idea," he said, "Let's make it feel in the sybian..." The other men murmured their consent again. Joanna had no idea what the fat man was talking about. She saw him pull an object out of the corner in the middle of the landing. It looked like a mailbox. He tried to move it and finally fought a little bit more to bend and connect it to the wall. Joanna was confused. What would a mailbox need?

"Sit there, girl," the fat man said. Joanna dubiously considered the device. It looked like a standard black mailbox except he had a little chair at the top. I wasn't sure I wanted to sit down. The preteen girl still felt shy and ashamed for being caught by all these men. He eagerly put an eye on 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 on his side again.

"Let's go," he said, carrying her on her shoulders and handing her to the mailbox. "It'll be fine. That's right, sit down. No, no, not like that honey. Sit like that... The old man puts it until he was attacking the mailbox with the chair lodged between his legs. Because of the way she was placed, the seat sprang directly against the wet point in her underwear, reminding her of the strange humidity between her legs. His skirt was loose enough to be installed around his comfortably, almost hiding the eye mailbox.

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

As if by answer, the fat man stepped on and said, "Come on, guys. Let's give the girl a real show..." With that, the fat man pulled his pants off and dropped them to the ground. With a rag, his underwear joined his pants around his ankles. Joanna was surprised to see her penis hanging before her. The fat man closed his hand around his penis and began to masturbate.

Awesome, Joanna looked as the muscular man approached too and dropped his shorts to his ankles. The eleven years old looked at his penis, a thick, sausage organ that he judged from his pubic area. Like the fat one, he also made a fist around his penis.

Everything was happening so fast. Joanna looked at his right and saw the teen already massaged his hard penis that came out of the fly of his shorts. The old man already had his pants around his ankles too and was strangling his penis quickly hardening.

Joanna's heart hit quickly as her mind turned in the sight of the four penises that surrounded her. A flash motion caught his eye and saw the businessman finally step forward and decipher his zipper. She looked while he carefully pulled his penis out of his underwear. He also began to stroke his hard organ with his fist.

Joanna couldn't believe it. The young woman thought she was dreaming. Here it was, surrounded by five men and their five penises all visible before it. He felt a flush of electricity between his legs and thought he felt that his underwear was wet.

"Hey man," the musculoskeletal said, codating the fat man. "Did you turn her back to the sibia?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," the fat man moved. "I'll start with low power to start." With some effort, he bowed and gave a dial in the mailbox. Joanna gave a start while he felt like living under her. The mailbox whipped and humed quietly, like a squeezed vacuum cleaner. I was surprised to feel a smooth vibration of the chair tightened between her legs. It was like a soft and relaxing massage. The young woman momentarily forgot the male organs before her while concentrating on the building of warm feelings in her stomach.

"You like that, don't you?" asked her a voice.

Aware of a light-headed pleasure flourishing in her head, Joanna raised her eyes from the ground to look for the owner of the voice. But the eleven-year-old was shortened by the sight of a hard penis pointing directly to her. The half circle of men approached until they were each less than two feet of the young woman. By changing her gaze, Joanna let herself look at each of the five penises revealed before her. The preteen girl discovered that if she looked hard and focused on the penis, she only intensified the warm pleasure in her body.

Not even bothering to stick faces to the male organs, Joanna became happily from the penis to the penis, comparing each one and enjoying the wave of emotion each produced in his young body. Some were long but others were short. Some were very thick as sausages but others were skinny. There were brilliant purple heads. There were boring red limbs. Hairy pins and less hairy crotons. Soft axes and vented axes. Joanna swallowed hard, forgetting her apprenticeship while her eyes drank in the details of each penis.

He heard someone say, "Hey, why don't you make him an asshole? It seems to be having a good time." A foot came forward to where the dial was in the mailbox.

Joanna inhaled sharply as she felt that the vibratory chair intensified in power. The vibrations transferred directly to the area between your legs. Involuntarily, his skinny thighs grabbed hard on the sides of the mailbox. Joanna let her head lean a little, but her eyes were still locked in the eye in front of her as she looked down at her nose. Men kept strangling their penises, their fists closed. Realizing that she was the center of attention, the preteen girl felt another wave of pleasure.

"Get up a little more," said another voice.

The machine entered a higher level of vibration. Joanna's thighs grabbed the mailbox again while he stayed in dear life. His little mouth formed an "O" of pleasure while the area between his legs exploded in it. Arching it a little, Joanna tightened her hips forward so her crotch was tight against the chair. He spent on delight while the pressure increased the tinglings in his crotch.

His eyes still wandered from every hard penis to the next. Joanna was completely in love with the beautiful male organs before her. He heard a voice speak

"Hey, little girl... why don't you pick up your skirt and show what's underneath?

Joanna stopped for a moment. He felt a twin of consciousness and was reminded of his previous apprehension. But that was before feeling such pleasure, before seeing these hard penises. The naughty thought of exposing himself made his tingling. Joanna approached and raised her skirt.

Finally breaking his gaze from his middle sections, Joanna finally looked at the faces of men. She saw that they were completely wrapped up in her young body. Her young body had responded appropriately to the simulation and the crotch of her underwear was now soaked with her preteen lubrication. His fabric had made cotton almost transparent and his hairless cut was clearly visible to his audience. His thin legs tightened the mailbox tightly as the little shivers ticked his body.

Joanna kept her skirt, revealing herself to the men. She noticed how each of them looked at her, every look fasted to the area between her legs. Suddenly, the teenager murmured something she couldn't understand. He went ahead until his penis was just inches from his face. Joanna looked, not knowing what was going to happen.

"Oh God..." the teenager groaned. Joanna saw a rash white flash of her penis and then felt something hot on her face. He realized that the teenager was ejaculating on her, just like the men in the movies had made the woman. Another gust of semen landed on her neck, and then another one in her hair. The young woman realized she was holding her breath.

The teenager retired but on his left, Joanna saw the fat man approaching her. He saw his penis short and stupid, almost dwarfed by his fist as he hit his hard drive. And then he turned and directed his penis to her. The eleven years old saw another white flash and then hotter on his cheek. They followed more ropy threads of semen, pairing their brown hair. It happened, the fat guy came back.

Joanne felt the pleasure inside her building at a breaking point. For every ejaculation, she had felt a washing of emotion through her young body. The muscled man approached her now. She noticed the small opening on the purple tip of her penis and the clear fluid that seemed to be dripping from it. Joanna swallowed up very early. I didn't have to wait long. The muscled man let out a low groan and arched his back slightly, pointing his penis on his face.

The eleven years I was looking carefully this time and she clearly saw the first problem of hard and hard penis stimulation in front of her. She felt the warm and wet feeling familiar to her semen while landing on her cheek. His next shot landed on his forehead, right between his eyes.

But suddenly the businessman also took a step forward. Before I knew, I was ejaculating on her, too. Joanna felt a shock of electricity through her eleven-year-old body, as these two men sprayed their semen on it at the same time. The muscle pointed down, soaking his neck and shirt with his white liquid. The businessman fired his first volley in his hair. Joanna spent when she felt the hot liquid in her ear. He then pointed higher and added more semen to his face. Finally exhausted, both men retreated.

That left the old man alone hitting his penis. Joanna looked at him, his face covered with white liquid that got rid of his chin. His hair was covered liberally and his shirt felt soaked.

"Does it feel good, girl?" asked the old man, never stopping his blows. "Do you like how it feels between your legs?"

The eleven-year-old her strongest crotch against the chair. A hand still raised her skirt, revealing her soaked underwear and hairless opening. "Yes..." answered Joanna, breathless. "It feels good..."

"Do you want him to feel better?" said the old man, approaching her.

"Oh yes, please... yes..." Joanna responded enthusiastically. His eyes approached his hard penis just inches from his face now. The muscle dared forward and remarked the mailbox. I was in full power now.

"Uhhhh..." Joanna grunted while powerful vibrations massaged her crotch. He pushed his hips forward with all his power now, grinding hard in the vibrating chair.

"Uhhhh... Joanna whispered like a wave of pleasure roared inside her. For a brief moment, he felt like he was floating. And then the wave crashed and the tinglings washed over it from head to toe.

"Ahhhhh!" Joanna shook, her first orgasm over her eleven-year-old body. "Uhhhh, uhhhh, ummmm..." He felt his muscles tight and relaxed and then tightened again. The old man leaned closer now and saw that the first semen spray erupted from his penis. He landed on his cheek, hot and wet. Another semen jet continued, landing in its upper lip. Joanna was too overwhelmed with her orgasm to worry as the old man's remaining jets landed in her mouth. She tasted the salinity and muesity of her in her tongue before swallowing it, doesn't really mean. I needed to breathe and I couldn't do it with a mouth full of cum.

Finally, Joanna felt that her young body relaxed and pleasure slowly separated. Suddenly sensitive now, he turned away from the vibratory chair. Someone unloaded the machine and calmed down. Silence filled the room.

Joanna took a deep breath and looked around the room with caution. None of the men had bothered to pull out their pants or zipper. Five penises were still shown before her, although they were hanging now and were no longer hard. Joanna was suddenly also aware of the liquid now refrigerated in her face that was dripping from her chin. Looking down at his shirt, he saw that he was covered with several dark spots.

The men were no longer standing in a semi-circle around her. Some bowed against the wall. The fat guy was sitting on the floor. The road to the stairs was clear.

Suddenly shy, Joanna felt an urgent need to escape. Stuck at her feet, she murmured, "Um, I need to go now..." She took her forgotten backpack by the mailbox. Advancing under her weak legs, Joanna stood on the stairs before someone could stop her.

"Hey, wait..." said a voice behind her. But Joanna was going down the stairs before someone could grab her. Entering the magazine room, Joanna quickly peed and walked out the alley door. He started running home, not stopping until he was several blocks away and he was sure no one followed her.

When she arrived in her backpack, Joanna produced a Kleenex package and started cleaning up the best she could. She cleaned the semen from her face, using several Kleenex tissues. Without thinking, she ran her hand through her hair. Making a face, he stopped when he touched the cold, petty substance that now adorned his hair. He took more Kleenex to clean his hair.

It wasn't until Joanna had reached the last tissue before she realized that she had not yet cleaned her shirt. In his backpack, he tried to find more Kleenex. Instead, his hands closed the soft and shiny cover of the adult magazine he had traded in his backpack.

Taking out the magazine, Joanna opened a random page. He was surprised to see it was a close image of a woman's face. He had a penis in his hand and there were several semen threads in his face. "But," Joanna said, "not as much as I had in mine..." For some reason thought made her smile.

When he put the magazine in his backpack, Joanna cleaned his shirt as best he could before throwing the Kleenex into a nearby container. When she returned to run home, a light rain began to fall.