Joanna at the adult bookstore

Joanna twisted her way past the dark streets when she ran home, beat her heart and lungs burned from the exorcism. The rubber soles of her gyms hit the shiny sidewalk, wet and damp of a sudden damp. There were a few more drops. The young girl was grateful for the raindrops that had mutilated her hair and shirt. With any luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rainfall.

It’s just raining, mom, she rehearsed in her head. The 11-year-old girl broke when she wondered what her mother would say if her daughter said, “It’s just semen, mom.”

The preteen girl slowed down her pace, so she could take her breath. For the so many times, she wiped her hands on her shirt, to make sure no teller drops white liquid still dropped in her shirt. Her hair was a different case. When she drove her hand through her long brown hair, it came sticky and slimy with a strict sperm that was shot at her stresses. When Joanna touched her hair, it was still sticky, but she found it covered with a dry, crusty material.

Joanna’s thoughts reused the events of the night. She remembered going to Mary Ann’s house swimming in her pool after school. How long ago did that seem? Joanna couldn’t even call all the things that had happened since. ..

The majority of the afternoon was spent in Mary Ann’s house in the inner swimming pool at her grandparents’ house. Joanna tried to leave her friend Mary Ann’s house, but even then she found herself a few minutes late when she walked home. She wanted to avoid her mother’s wrath because she was late for dinner, she took a shortcut through an alley.

The young girl never told her mother about the shortcut. Joanna knew it was safe since it was always good. Her mother would have objected, though, because the alley was behind several bookstores. Joanna usually didn’t pay attention to them, but tonight she saw that one of the alleys was opened. A natural 11 years old, Joanna couldn’t resist the urge to peep into the store.

She had approached the door carefully in case one of the employees returned. But when she got closer, it was clear that no one was at the door. Sneaking around the corner, Joanna saw a wall scale full of video boxes, just like a regular video store. She felt a little excitement when her eyes focused on the photos on the boxes. Most of them were naked women with big boobs but a few video boxes here and there was a picture of a penis.

Joanna was contacted by the vice of everything. Shaking her knees in nervousness when she peed at the bookstore. Hold her breath, she stepped past the threshold so she could look better. This back room with videos led to the main room where she heard the waitress talking on the phone. On the floor at the door, she saw a plastic bag of trash. “He must have taken out the trash, Joanne thought, and then the phone called so he left the door open.”

Because the man’s conversation didn’t show soon, Joanna took another careful step in the store. On her right, she saw a sticky set of wooden stairs coming up. She was wondering what was there. She listened for a second, but she didn’t hear any sounds from upstairs. In the middle of the room, a kiosk was full of magazines. Joanna noticed that unlike the Penthouses of Playgirls she and her friends were giggling at normal bookstores, these adult magazines weren’t snitched at all in plastic.

Out of nowhere, the instincts grab Joanna’s mind. Like Joanna pulled out of her own motion and grabbed a magazine out of the kiosk. Without looking at the cover or the title, the 11-year-olds are crawling back. Suddenly she heard voices in the alley. Joanna panicked when her heart rate blew up. She was trapped, a young girl who clearly didn’t belong in the bookstore.

She looked around the room. Her eyes fell on the wooden steps that led to the second floor. She ripped the stairs, tied the magazine to her chest… And careful not to make noise on the stairs. When she reached the last step, Joanna found herself at the end of a long and dimly literature. Strangely, the hallway didn’t lead anywhere except that there were several red doors on both sides.

It looks like that one corridor of the Matrix Relading, Joanna thought of himself. A single corridor full of doors… But these doors weren’t entirely closed. Joanna slowly opened the closest to her and peeked in. It was dark in there, but her eyes were slowly adjusted, and she realized it was a small booth. Almost like a bathroom, except she didn’t see a toilet or anything, just a vinyl covered couch built in the wall.

Suddenly she heard more voices from downstairs. The voices sounded close, like they were right under her. Joanna slipped into the booth and closed the door, put herself all the way in the dark. Her heart still ran, she listened to the voices. It didn’t sound like they were coming up.

Breathed a sigh of relief, Joanna realized she was still clinging the magazine down. But it was too dark to look at it now. She felt along the wall for a light switch. A dim bulb lit the booth when her fingers found the switch next door.

Joanna could see the box more clearly now. The box was small, not bigger than a closet. Across of the vinyl bank was built in the wall. There were coins under there. Maybe this was a stand to play video games, Joanna thought to himself. There was a panel on the wall with buttons on it. She was on the vinylbank. Besides her, there was a box of Kleenex. On the floor there was a trash can that was half filled with used tissue. She thought to herself. Maybe someone was cold.

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

The sight of her greet took her breath. The 11-year-old had turned into a full page spread of a man and a woman. Both were naked and the man counted on a couch as the woman kneeled before him. Joanna’s eyes have been zoomed into the intersection and her eyes have been starvingly fought on his hard man organ. The woman held his penis in her hand and her mouth was open, positioned to put the giant tools in her mouth.

Joanna was fascinated by what she saw, and forgot her fear to hide in a grown bookstore. She knew what sex was and she read about male sexual organs in books, but she never saw a real picture. And the woman went to suck his penis with her mouth! Joanna had heard enough about the playground, but she always wondered why someone would want to do it.

She turned the page. This time, there was a picture of the same man and woman, but they had a different position. The woman was at all four on the couch when she brought her back to the man who pointed his penis at her. Joanna’s been on the honor penis again. The young girl was reported by it, the way it came from his muscular body, the way the little blue veins were visible. The woman’s intersection was clearly in the exhibition as well. Joanna studied the dark hair from her pubic area and the pink in her labia. The man’s honor penis was directed to her vagina like they were going to have sex. The only thought made Joanna feel weird, like she did when the doctor examined her.

Joanna leunded back into the vinyl box and turned the other page. This time, it was another man and woman in another position. The young girl instantly noticed that this man’s penis was different than the first in that it was a different size and color. The woman was also different because she didn’t have hair between her legs. “She looks like me, Joanna thought to herself.

The couple was in a funny position, too. The man was on his back when the woman held him, spreading the camera with her legs. Again, his penis was positioned so it was ready to be driven into her shiny vagina. Joanna swallowed hard. Her heart was still beating fast and she felt strangely flushed. And even stranger, the 11-year-old felt a strange sensation between her own legs, like she peed in her pants. Her curiosity about the magazine overwhelmed her, though. Joanna decided she wanted to see some sexual intercourse. Her vibrating fingers turned to the next page.

Joanna was a little disappointed to see the same couple in another position this time with the woman on her back. She turned through more pages, but all she found was more pictures of couples in different positions. The nakedness and naughty of everything were still confusing, but she wanted to see a real community.

She turned the pictures again, took the time to pause and studied the different men in the pictures. The woman was also different, with several large boobs and shaves and unshaven pubic areas. Joanna felt the other excitement and warm tingling. She felt so naughty looking at this dirty magazine.

She flipped a few more pages before a picture saw her eye. It was a picture of a naked woman with two guys wearing shirts, but their pants were around their ankles. The woman held an honor penis in every hand while she smiled at the camera. Joanna was stunned. At school, they learned that sex was only between one man and one woman. But here was this woman, with two partially naked men. What’s she gonna do with two? Joanna was wondering. She turned the page to find out.

A lot of things can be done with two men, Joanna found out. The next photos showed the three adults in different poses. In one, the woman had extended her tongue to lick a penis while her hand held the other. In another photo, the woman bent over to put a penis in her vagina while she took the other one in her mouth.

Joanna was spelled by the sexual images for her. She never imagined two men with one woman. The concept was astonishing to the 11-year-old. I was thinking that tingling between her legs was more intense. Joanna saw that it felt wet back there. She was wondering if there was anything wrong with her.

All those questions were disturbed when Joanna heard footsteps coming. Joanna froze. From the heavy cloning sounds of the footsteps, she knew it was a man, no doubt. She held her breath when the man walked past her booth. He didn’t exactly pause and continue. She heard him go into another cabin and slam the door. Joanna was relieved.

She listened to the man who settled in the booth. Then she heard the unmistakable click of a quarter in the gambling. The 11-year-old eyes expanded when she heard the sound of heavy breathing and moaning emanate from the booth. She listened before she realized the guy was watching the TV. She heard him spin through the channels, each with another sound of moaning and moaning, both male and female voices.

It sounded like he just put in a quarter and started the TV, Joanna thought to himself. She hung in her backpack for her pocket. She found a quarter. With vibrating hands, she slid the quarter in the coins. She was happy to watch the TV screen blink to life.

It was indeed a dirty movie, as she suspected. Joanna looked at the screen, transfixed for her. On the TV, a woman was on her back, spreading her legs, if a man had stabbed his hard penis in her. His movements were fast and both moaning and breathing heavy. This is ten times better than the magazine, Joanna thought to himself.

Joanna saw more when the couple changed, so the woman was on top. The man was on his back right now when the woman stabbed him with the camera. Joanna clearly had eyes on her pink vagina that pulled the hard penis out of the man’s body. She looked at fascination while the sexual activity bled out for her. She felt the wetness between her legs again when she listened to the two people on the stage and moaning.

Strangely enough, Joanna spied the control panel in the wall. She threw caution to the wind, she pressed a button. To her joy, the buttons changed the channel. There were two different people on the screen, piling. She pushed the button again. Now there was another couple who had sex. Joanna looked at a blissing moment before she changed the channel again.

There was so much to see. She kept pushing the button, every time she took another scene. Joanna was avoided by the variety of everything. She saw several sexual positions. A canal showed a woman who sucked a man’s penis like a lollipop. Another showed two naked women together, making the 11-year-old girl giggle. She pauseed a few minutes to see a lonely man slit his fist around his penis and pull it. That’s probably why they call it pull, Joanna thought of herself with a smile.

On another channel, she looked like two men and a woman had sex. For some reason, the idea made her blush red but not out of embarrassment. The woman was on her hands and knees like a man frantically pushed into her vagina and another one let her suck his penis. The whole scene made Joanna feel bad and dirty, but also very excited. She was wondering what it would be like to be that woman to be the middle of the two men.

“Oh yeah, baby, fuck me harder… The woman moaned while she sucked on the hard penis in front of her.

Is this the way you want to get fucked? The guy asked her. The camera angle turned into a close-up of the man’s hard organs that was ruthless and out of the woman’s vagina. Joanna held her breath, trapped by the illegal action. She heard the woman moan in appreciation when she was fucked.

She watched the men forge their honor penises. The woman sat down and now the men above her, she grabbed their male organs in their fists.

“Hey, baby,” a guy said when he pulled his penis, “Do you want some of this?”

“Oh yes, please,” the woman as soft as she kneeled for the men. She leaned to both penises were her face. Joanna leaned closer, too. She watched the woman massage the flesh bags under every penis.

“Come on my face, please… Shoot me…

The 11-year-old girl was spelled when the men were moaning and pointed their penises on the woman’s face. Joanna leaned even closer to looking, not to miss a second, like a syringe of white sperm from the first man’s penis, splattering about the face of the woman who cried with pleasure. The second man also leaned closer, and a jet of white sperm from his penis, locking up the cheek and neck of the woman.

Joanna swallowed hard. The wetness between her legs had weighed the front of her underwear and pulled a thin smell out of her skirt, filling the box. Onscreen, the scene ended and fainted so Joanna pushed another button to change the channel.

The next channel only showed a naked woman, sprayed on her bed, her legs spread to the camera. The woman’s fingers tripped between her legs when she seduced the camera. Joanna looked up when the camera zoomed in on the pink and shiny cut, shaved her cross completely. The camera focused on the woman’s finger when rubbing between her vaginal lips, making the sighs of the woman happy.

“What is she doing?” Joanna thought to herself. Looks like she’s enjoying it. Maybe I should try… Joanna hid her skirt and reached her underwear. She imitated the woman on the TV when her index finger cut wet. The moisture surprised Joanna but she found the smooth feeling of it, especially when she rubbed herself like the woman did.

After a few minutes, Joanna decided she had it under control. She rubbed herself, enjoyed the tingling sensations when the screen turned black. She tried to push a few buttons, but nothing happened. Joanna thought she took her hand off her underwear. “I should probably go home before mom kills me anyway.” She took advantage of the Kleenex and wiped her hands off.

Standing up to leave, spying on the forgotten magazine that was still on the couch. Let’s hesitate. Joanna put it in her backpack. She just listened to the door, wondering how she’d escape the bookstore. According to the sounds, there were several TV screens now. She remembered all the other doors in the hallway. Several of the boxes should be taken by now.

Opening the door, Joanna peeked out to make sure the coast was clear. The corridor was empty. Opening the door, Joanna slipped quietly and went to the stairs. But just when she reached the stairs, her path was blocked by a figure that came out of a box.

“Hey! What are you doing here? Joanne put death in her tracks, her heart rate is rising. The man blocked the stairs, the only exit. She was trapped.

“I asked you something!” He said to her. What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. This isn’t a place for little girls.”

Joanne saw the man peacefully. He was a long and imposing figure. He wore a muscle T-shirt that emphasized his bulky biceps. The young girl was reminded of all the evil gym teachers she knew in third grade.

He barked at her. What did you do here?

Joanna was inconvenient, wishing she was elsewhere. Nerveusly, she barked on the floor with the toe of her shoe. I don’t know, she stomped. I was… Her ears and face burned red with shame and shame now.

“Hey guys,” the muscular guy called. “Come here! We have a small intruder in our middle.” So he knocked on all the locked doors in the hall, repeatedly, “go away, boys. We have a little problem to take care of.”

Joanna was shocked when the doors started opening down the hall. A face to her from the nearest door. It was an old man, old enough to be her grandfather, with his gray hair and his backstabbing face. Further down the hall, another door slid open and she saw a fat man squeezing through the door. Joanna couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were lighting up when he was watching her. The 11-year-old found himself unconscious… to take a step back from these men staring at her.

There’s another door open and another figure stepped forward. When he moved into the light, Joanna realized it was just a teenager watching the dirty movies in the booth. He was tall and gang member, covered in pimps.

The door finally opened and the last one got out. Joanna was surprised to see it was a businessman. The young girl wondered why a man like that would be in such a dirty place. Sill, suddenly faced by five men in the store, Joanna did feel very intimidated. She took a step back and found herself against a wall. No way out.

The muscular man spoke again. You want to tell us what you’re doing here? Joanna swallowed hard and looked at the five faces that stared at her. The face of the muscular man was behind him when the teenager smiled at her. The old man’s eyebrow was raised, waiting for her answer, and the fat man still looked at her. But the businessman was beyond them.

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? I looked at naked people having sex, Joanna thought to herself.

Before she could stab more, the fat man stepped forward and grabbed her hand. Joanna tried to pull away, but he was too strong. Before she knew what he was doing, he raised her hand to his noseholes and sniffed at her fingers.

“Hey!” The fat man exclaimed. “Your fingers smell like cunt juice!” Behind him, the sound of laughing and chuckles bursts from the other men. Joanna even felt reder when the desire washed over her to disappear or shrink into something small. The old man smiled at her and even the corners of the businessman’s mouth. Angrily, Joanna pulled her hand away from the fat man’s grip.

“Did it turn you on?” The muscular man asked her, in a softer voice now. Joanna looked at him but turned around, her shame overpowered her. She felt tears in her eyes.

The old man approached her now and kneeled next to her. He touched her shoulder. Did it make you wet? He asked her. ‘Have you liked seeing these people sex? Tell us.” He put his hand under her chin and raised her face to see his look. Joanna looked in the old man’s face. He stopped laughing. His eyes even seemed friendly and understanding.

Yeah, Joanna whispered. A tear rolled into her cheek now. The old man wiped it out with a rising finger. The young girl smelled the disarming scent of the old man’s pipe tobacco.

There, he comforted her. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s normal to be curious and feel fun.”

Joanna couldn’t answer, but she managed to raise her head to see his look. The old man nodded sympathetic to her. She looked at the others behind him, and she didn’t think she was laughing at her right now.

Don’t cry, the old man told her. “You’re too pretty to cry. Come on… He reached his pocket and pulled out a tissue and wiped her face with it. Joanna sniffed with all due respect. There, boys, the old man declared. Doesn’t she look better now?

The men mourned their permission. Joanna smiled shy now the old man in her face.

“I bet you’re so beautiful that all these guys like you, the old man told her. “I bet they really like you.”

Really? Joanna said softly.

Really, the old man said to her. “Why I bet they even show you what they have in their underwear.”

Joanna blushed deep into this. But the old man leaned closer and carried her out with a knowing elbow. He winked at her.

You loved watching those movies, didn’t you? I bet you liked looking at those naked men, too. Am I right? The old man elbowed her again playing. Joanna couldn’t hide when she looked at the floor and broke.

The old man closed. “Come on then,” he said, take her by the arm, “let’s go here.” Before she could protest, the man took her firm and led her to the corner of the landing. The other men came out of the hallway and stood in a row and blocked access to the stairs. The fat man pulled himself forward, heated his massive abdomen for him.

“Hey, guys, I got an idea,” he said, “Let’s put her on the sybic…” The other men have spilled their permission 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 fought to move it and finally struggled a little more to bend and put it in the wall. Joanna was confused. What would a mailbox have to plug in?

Sit down, girl, the fat man told her. Joanna considered the device dubious. It looked like a standard black mailbox, except there was a saddle on it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to sit down. The preteen girl still felt shy and ashamed to be caught by all these men. She closed an eye long on the stairs, still blocked by the teenager, the businessman and the muscular man. Joanna hesitated and wondered how she could get away. The old man was on her side again.

“Go on,” he told her to take her through the shoulders and her maneuver to the mailbox. It’s gonna be okay. That’s right. Sit down. No, not like that honey. Sit right there… The old man put her in position until she wore the mailbox with the saddle between her legs. By the way she was positioned, saddle directly against the humid place on her underwear, reminded her of the strange wet spot between her legs. Her skirt was loose enough to hide her comfortable, almost hide the mailbox.

Sitting on the mailbox, staring at these five men, Joanna felt a wave of appreciation. What were they gonna do?

Like the fat man stepped forward and said, “Come on, guys. Let’s give the girl a real show… That’s how the fat man untied his pants and dropped them on the ground. With a swimsuit, his underwear joined his ankles. Joanna was shocked to see his penis hang for her. The fat man closed his hand to his penis and started to tear.

Amazing, Joanna watched the muscular man approach and dropped his pants at his ankles. The 11-year-old stared at his penis, a fat and sausage organ that came from his pubic area. Like the fat man, he also made a fist around his penis.

It all happened too fast. Joanna looked at her right and saw the teenager massage all his heavy penis that jumped out of his pants. The old man already had his pants on his ankles and robbed his fast-hashed penis.

Joanna’s heart beat up fast when her mind whispered in the sight of the four penises around her. A flash of movement saw her eye and she finally saw the businessman go ahead and unzip his zipper. She watched while carefully removed his penis from his underwear. He also started robbing his hard organ with his fist.

Joanna couldn’t believe it. The young girl thought she was dreaming. Here she was, surrounded by five men and their five penises visible to her. She felt a tint of electricity between her legs and she thought her underwear was getting wet.

“Hey man,” said the muscular man, the fat man elbows. “Did you turn it on for her?”

Oh, yeah, I forgot, the fat guy mumbled. “I will begin with low ability to let her begin.” With some trouble, he leaned down and turned a conversation on the mailbox. Joanna gave a start when she felt him alive under her. The mailbox turned and humiliated quietly, like a vacuum cleaner. She was surprised to feel a soft vibration of the saddle between her legs. It was like a soft massage. The young girl forgot the male organs for her when she focused on the warm feeling in her stomach.

“You like that, don’t you?” A voice asked her.

A consciousness of a light in her head bloomed Joanna’s eyes from the floor to find the owner of the voice. But the 11-year-old was caught by the sight of a hard penis pointed at her. Half the circle of men came closer until they were two feet from the young girl. Move her look, Joanna made herself stare at each of the five penises revealed to her. The pretty girl found out that if she looked hard at the penis, it only intensified the warm pleasure in her body.

Not even the trouble to stitch faces to the male organs, Joanna turned from penis to penis, compares each and enjoy the excitement in her young body. Some were tall, but others were small. Some were very thick as sausages, but others were skinny. There were bright purple heads. There were boring red tips. Hairy crotches and less hairy crops. Smooth shafts and veiled shafts. Joanna swallowed hard, forget her appreciation when her eyes drank in the details of every penis.

She heard someone say, “Why don’t you turn it up a bit? She seems to be having fun.” A foot reached to where the phone was on the mailbox.

Joanna breathed sharply when she intensively intensified the vibrant saddle in power. The vibrations were immediately transferred to the area between her legs. Involuntary has grilled her skinny thighs on the side of the mailbox. Joanna let her head lean back a little bit, but her eyes were still on sight for her when she looked down. The men were still intent on their penises, their fists were tight. Realizing that she was the center of attention, the girl felt another wave of joy.

“Turn it some more,” another voice said.

The machine kicked in a higher level of vibration. Joanna’s thighs have grilled the mailbox again when she held for good life. Her little mouth formed an “O” of pleasure when the area between her legs exploded in happiness. Arching her back a little bit, pressing Joanna on her hips, so her cross was tightly pressed against the saddle. She flew into the atmosphere when the pressure took the tingles into her cross.

Her eyes still float from every hard penis to the next. Joanna was completely introduced by the beautiful male organs for her. She heard a voice.

“Hey, little girl… Why don’t you lift your skirt and show me what you got there?

Joanna took a break. She felt a twinge of conscience and was reminded of her previous appreciation. But that was before she felt such a pleasure before she saw these difficult penises. The naughty thought of exposing herself made her tingling. Joanna raised her skirt.

Eventually she broke her look of their compulsion, Joanna finally looked at the faces of the men. She saw that they were completely in danger by her young body. Her young body responded well to the simulation and the intersection of her underwear was now flooded with her preteen lube. Her wetness had almost transparented the cotton and her hairless cut was clearly visible to her audience. Her skinny legs shut down the mailbox while her body was tickled.

Joanna kept holding her skirt, revealing herself to the men. She saw how each of them stared at her, each look up to the area between her legs. Suddenly the teenager mumbled something she couldn’t understand. He got ahead until his penis was just an inch of her face. Joanna looked up, didn’t know what was gonna happen.

The teenager cried. Joanna saw a white outburst of his penis and then she felt something hot on her face. She realized that the teenager ejaculated her, just like the men in the movie that the woman had done to her. Another bone sperm on her neck, and another one on her hair. The young girl realized she was holding her breath back.

The teenager pulled back, but left, Joanna saw the fat man approaching her. She saw his short and tough penis, almost washed by his fist when he robbed his hard unit. And then he cried and pointed his penis at her. The 11-year-old saw another flash of white and then more sexy on her cheek. More pink stripes of sperm followed, reduce her brown hair. The fat man got back.

Joanne felt the pleasure in her building to a break. For every ejaculation, she felt a sensation about her young body. The muscular man came closer. She saw the small cut on the purple tip of his penis and the obvious fluid that leaked it. Joanna swallowed hard in expectation. She didn’t have to wait long. The muscular man left a low moan and he arched his back a little, pointed his penis on her face.

The 11-year-old watched this time, and she clearly saw the first spurt problem of the hard, beating penis for her. She felt the famous hot and wet sensation of his semen when it landed on her cheek. His next shot landed on her forehead, between her eyes.

But suddenly the businessman stepped forward, too. Next thing she knew, he ejaculated her, too. Joanna felt a shudder of electricity through her 11-year-old body when these two guys spermed their sperm on her sperm at the same time. The muscular man pointed lower, pulled her neck and t-shirt with his white fluid. The businessman shot his first volley in her hair. Joanna flushed when she felt the hot fluid on her ear. Then he aimed higher and added more sperm to her face. Finally exhausted, both men got back.

That just let the old man rob his penis. Joanna looked at him, her face covered with white liquid dropping off her chin. Her hair was also covered in liberal and her shirt felt soaked.

Does that feel good, little girl? The old man never asked her to stop his strokes. “Do you like the feelings between your legs?”

The 11-year-old ground, her cross harder against the saddle. A hand still lifted her skirt, unveiled her underwear and hairless cut. Joanna answered, out of breath. “It feels good…”

“Do you want it to feel better?” The old man said get closer to her.

“Oh yes, please… Yes…” Joanna responded enthusiastic. Zooming her eyes on his hard penis, just inches from her face. The muscular man jumped forward and turned the phone back on the mailbox. It was at full power now.

“Uhhh…” Joanna grunted when the mighty vibrations massaged her cross. She pushed her hips forward with all her powers, and she grabbed the vibrating saddle.

Oh God… Joanna whispered like a golf of pleasure in her. For a while, it felt like she was floating. And then the wave and the tingles crashed over her head to toe.

Joanna screamed, her first orgasm took over her 11-year-old body. “Uhh, uh, umm…” She felt her muscles sturdy and relaxed and then tight again. The old man leaned closer now and she saw the first sperm from his penis. It landed on her cheek, hot and wet. Another jet semen followed, landed on her upper lip. Joanna was too overwhelmed with her orgasm to worry as the remaining spurs of the old man in her mouth. She tasted salt and mosquito on her tongue before she swallowed it, not really meant to. She had to take a breath and she couldn’t do it with a mouthful of semen.

Finally, Joanna felt her young body relaxed and the fun was slowly upside down. Suddenly sensitive now, she pulled away from the vibrating saddle. Someone fired the machine and it went quietly. Silence filled the room.

Joanna took a deep breath and looked carefully around the room. None of the men would have bothered to pull their pants or drink. Five penis were still shown before her, although they were messing with her and no longer hard. Joanna was suddenly aware of the cold fluid on her face dropping out of her chin. Looking at her shirt, she saw it was covered with different dark spots.

The men were no longer in a semi circle around her. Some leans against the wall. The fat one was on the floor. The path to the stairs was clear.

Suddenly Joanna felt an urgent need to get away. She mumbled, “I have to go now…” She grabbed her backpack next to the mailbox. Other than her weak legs, Joanna jumped to the stairs before someone could stop her.

“Hey, wait…” A voice said behind her. But Joanna lured down the stairs before someone could get her. In the magazine room, Joanna oriented herself and left through the alley door. She ran home, didn’t stop until she was a few blocks away and was sure nobody was following her.

Reached in her backpack, Joanna produced a suit of Kleenex and started cleaning herself up as best she could. She wiped the semen off her face with different Kleenex tissue. Without thinking, she drove her hand through her hair. Making a face, she stopped when she touched the cold and gross dust that now worn her hair. She brought more Kleenex to clean her hair.

Not until Joanna reached the last tissue before she realized she hadn’t wiped her shirt off yet. In her backpack, she tried to find more Kleenex. Instead, her hands on the slippery, shiny cover of the magazine that she smuggled into her backpack.

Taking out the magazine, Joanna turned on a page. She was surprised to see it was a close-up picture of a woman’s face. She held a penis in her hand and there were multiple semen on her face. But, Joanna reflected, not as much as I had on mine… For some reason, the thought made her laugh.

Putting the magazine in her backpack, Joanna wiped her shirt off, the best she could do before she threw the Kleenex into a nearby container. When she ran home, a light rain fell.