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In this story I will go back a little in time again. Summer. I just finished 10th grade. And as usual, I spent most of my free time with my friends, and like last summer, I went to the village very often. I could now say that nothing had changed and that the “games” continued as before, but there were changes and they were visible to the naked eye.
Firstly, I grew up, became older, and it was very good “noticeable” from my figure. Taller, slimmer, leggier, hipper, and a little bustier, of course. I’m not saying that I just turned into an adult girl, but it was already very difficult to call me the teenage girl I was in 9th grade. The changes in my “look”, and even in the way Svetka looked, were so noticeable that even the neighbors and courtyard “aunts and uncles” recognized this fact. But if adult women simply gave us “compliments”, emphasizing how we had grown and what kind of girls we had become, then the men from the yard often looked at us closely. Not “insolently,” of course, my friends and I tried to look in their direction, but they immediately averted their eyes, as if showing how “uninteresting” we were to them, and that there was nothing special about us. But for some reason I was very excited by such “gazing” and I did everything to further enhance the impression. No, I didn’t undress in front of my neighbors, but I could emphasize my beauty. Now I was always “in control” of myself. For example, pose. Even the way I stood mattered to me. You can just stand with your legs “stretched out” and also scratch your nose... Kidding… I always tried to take a pose “with meaning” and I did it better than others. If she was just standing, then she must either be “on her toes”, well, so that her legs would seem even longer and slimmer... Or, for example, she always put her leg on the curb, or any other elevation that happened to be nearby at that moment. The leg then slightly bent at the knee, and the butt protruded slightly. Well, if you add that I walked in the summer exclusively in denim shorts and short blouses, even tops, then I still looked the same. Damn, maybe you will laugh, but it was that summer that I “realized” my beauty, realized that men liked me, regardless of their age, and I really liked it and excited it.
I especially liked teasing Uncle Kolya, a man of about 50 -ty, who at that time was older than my dad. Uncle Kolya lived in the next entrance and seemed to me then almost an old man. But it's not that. This Uncle Kolya, going out into the yard “for a smoke break,” somehow magically always ended up next to us. Or he just stood a little to the side and “quietly” looked at us. Or he could even sit down on a bench next to us, though only after he had finished smoking his cigarette, what a man’s upbringing he had.
So, when this Uncle Kolya sat down next to us, I almost “jumped out of my pants” to tease him. I immediately changed my position. Bottom, I was still sitting on the bench, but I put one of my legs, left or right, on the seat, no matter. I rested my toe or even my heel on the bench, and my knee immediately found itself at face level….
The pose turned out to be so seductive that it seemed to me that I could hear Uncle Kolya swallowing saliva from excitement. And to enhance the effect, I could clasp my bare thigh with my hands and rest my head on my knee. She could stroke the entire length of the leg, or simply rock her bare thigh, constantly changing the “angle of inclination”... When I “just” rode my bike to the village... No, I didn’t “catch” the admiring glances of the drivers, or rather I simply didn’t see them, because I needed to look at the road. But I heard “car signals” addressed to me, especially when I was already driving across the bridge, from cars overtaking me more than once. And the “looks” were already in the village. Very often, when cars caught up with me, they slowed down and drove alongside me until I turned at the intersection. Here, the drivers, through the open window, showered me with compliments and offered to get acquainted...
Damn, I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that not only I, but also all the girls and boys I know in the village have changed . They all grew and matured very much and I was very “surprised” by how much, especially when I first saw an acquaintance or acquaintance from last summer... In short, over the past year we have all grown very much, and the niches of the “game” have grown along with us, and many things have already been played completely differently. Even a simple game of “kvacha” was already something more. If last summer the boys “caught up” with me in the water and began to “drown” me, as we called it then, now they “caught up” with me in a slightly different way. They still drowned me, but now not in order to win, to show that they were still stronger than me. Last summer, boys who were a year or two younger than me always did this. They seemed to be trying to “have time” to show their superiority to me in the water, because they knew that as soon as we all got out of the water onto the shore, I would immediately give them a thrashing. Having climbed out of the water onto the shore, I immediately grabbed one of the “offenders” and began to “fight” him. Well, I wrung the boy’s hands, tried to knock him down... We didn’t fight, under any circumstances. All this was a game of “kwacha”, which began in the water, only now it continued on land. Although they fought me with all their might. It's such a shame for a boy if a girl beats him. But no matter how hard they “push,” I always ended up on top. I was stronger than them and they fizzled out very quickly, so I, having completely suppressed their resistance, sat down with my butt on their chest and demanded that they say the words “I give up, Enough!”…. As soon as the boy uttered this phrase, I immediately got off him, and he “sulked” at me exactly until the moment when we entered the river again and the game of kvacha began anew, and followed exactly the same scenario. But that was all last year. And this summer, the boys “drowned” me in a different way. They still dipped me in water, but not in order to “win”, but so that I would exhaust myself, drink in the water and stop resisting. And then they, in a “flock”, circling around me, pawed me in the water and were no longer doing it like a child. Usually there were at least two boys and they immediately “pounced” on me as soon as I stopped resisting. It was no longer necessary to even hold my hands in the water, let alone “drown” me. As if accepting the rules of the game, I completely surrendered to the will of the winners and the boys groped me as their rightful trophy. Moreover, all this “fuss” took place amid the general hubbub and screams of everyone who was in the water at that time. And I myself, like those boys, could shout something or answer to other boys or girls who were frolicking in the water a little further from us. Moreover, absolutely everyone who was at a distance from our “flock” knew that I was now being groped in the water... Several times, already on the shore, I tried to “give them back”, but like last summer, I no longer succeeded. The boys, although they remained younger than me in age, had now grown up and were already physically stronger than me. Now I had to fight them with full strength, but this strength was no longer enough for me. No matter how desperately I resisted, I was quickly thrown onto the sand, and the winner immediately sat on top of me. And now I had to utter the ritual phrase “I give up. That’s enough,” thereby admitting defeat.
But they were in no hurry to get off me. As a winner, they sat on my stomach, in the navel area, or even a little lower for a very long time. Thank God they didn’t sit on my chest. Moreover, while they were sitting on me, they always tried to “provoke” me so that I would start resisting again. All they had to do was pinch me, I naturally “kicked” again and they again “tried” to keep me on the sand. Only now they could even lie on top of me, as if showing everyone that they, too, were “exhausted” and were holding me with difficulty. My friends usually stopped this kind of struggle. Svetka or Irka could say a “phrase” very sharply and rudely, and the “magic of the fight” would immediately disappear and they would finally get off me.
But even on the way home, from the beach, I was always surrounded by “fans” who tried to at least hold my hand, since I wouldn’t allow them more in front of my girlfriends. But damn, in the case when my friends were nearby.
It turned out that Tanya finished 11th grade that summer and became headlong “into the future.” Although she came to the village, it was only once, or even twice, and I could no longer “save” with her grandmother, who for some reason began to treat me differently, but what can I say about those days when her granddaughter was not with me... Why am I telling you this in such detail now? I want you to understand how hard it was for me that summer. I was “nobody’s”. I didn't have my own boy. Therefore, any boy considered it a “holy deed” to start wrestling with me on the shore, using any trifle as an excuse to grope me.
They groped me “cautiously” for now. The only thing that saved me was that in the village, absolutely all the boys considered me a “complete lesbian.” And although no one approached me with “love,” I had enough without their courtship, as they say. It got to the point where I started to be “afraid”. Not any of the boys specifically, but in general. And not to be afraid, but to be afraid. I’m not a fool and I understood what such games would ultimately lead to. It became more and more difficult for me to find a reason to stop the guys. After all, they could, in principle, be understood. Since a girl, even a “lesbian,” allows herself to be touched in the water and “wrestled,” then why can’t you “play” with her in the yard. Thank God that no one openly groped me in the yard, but they held my hands very often, as if by chance they touched me on a bench, on my legs, on my butt, they could stroke, “accidentally” of course, my back or bare thighs... Damn, I even came to the village without a swimsuit several times. Well, I didn’t wear it on purpose. Not to show off my naked tits, but so that I have a reason to leave me alone. Well, like, I didn’t take a swimsuit, so I won’t go swimming, in short, that’s all... But in those days it didn’t last long for me. The whole company laughed and played in the water so much that I climbed into the river in only my “panties”… and a blouse or T-shirt…. Damn, I’ll say right away that it would be better if I didn’t do that. The thing is that as soon as I got out of the water,... On the shore, the wet fabric hugged my body so tightly that my breasts and nipples were clearly visible. And the T-shirt itself was very short, just “at the level” of my pussy, literally not a centimeter covering both it and the panties that I was wearing. But from the outside it looked like the wet T-shirt was simply worn over a naked body. In short, the effect was simply “WOW”, so I quickly abandoned the “not wearing a swimsuit at home.”
But there were also funny moments. One boy, Slavka G., played with us very often. He was a whole year younger than me and had a very unique appearance. Firstly, he was short, much shorter than all the boys of his age, but the main thing was that he had such delicate facial features that his face looked more like a girl... The boys sometimes teased him because of this, but we are girls, They treated him as “one of their own.” And not only because he was very “fragile”. The main thing is that he was absolutely harmless, agreed with us in absolutely everything and was generally ready to fulfill the girl’s every whim. Not all girls, namely, girls from my “mafia”. Irka, Svetka, of course, and two more girls, Irka’s friends from school... It was with us that this Slavka spent most of his time. Damn, what did he not do for us? And I ran to shops and climbed trees for fruit, my bike rolled downhill when I was “tired.” I'm not saying he was our errand boy. But he carried out all the “everyday” tasks willingly and we never humiliated him. Well, maybe they were “humiliated”, but literally just a drop. We especially enjoyed fighting him on the beach. And since he was physically weaker, the girls and I always came out of the fight as winners. Moreover, Slava fought for real, at full strength. Poor guy so wanted to defeat any of us, as if proving that he was still a boy and also “can do” something.
But he always lost to us, and when there were no “strangers” around, my friends and I they could sit on his stomach and chest for a long time... And that day it turned out that I “parked” my bike right next to Slavka, in the courtyard of his private house. I often left my bike with someone in the village. It was simply impossible to roll him ashore. It was in the place where we always swam that the “rocks” were very large and there was no way with a bicycle. So I left it in someone’s yard. I then stayed with Slavka in the “old house”, the windows of which simply faced the street, and the wall was a continuation of the fence. So, I went in to drink some water, and then I saw a group of boys we knew walking down the street, and I immediately hid “under the window” before they noticed me. Well, I just squatted down so that my head was below the windowsill and waited for the boys to pass by. But I hid, and Slava remained standing by the open window. The boys caught up with him, stopped and started talking. A minute, another... I kept waiting for them to finally pass by, but they didn’t leave, chatting with Slava about all sorts of nonsense.
Damn, just [url=https://rus.sexforum.top /viewtopic.php?t=13433]imagine[/url] the situation in which I found myself. My legs were so numb that I could even stand up... But I couldn’t do it anymore. The boys would have seen me immediately. Where did I come from then, and most importantly, what was I doing all this time “under the table”, or rather under the window sill.
I even wanted to crawl out of the room on all fours without getting up, but Slava simply wouldn’t let me do this. I was on my knees with my back to the window, and facing Slavka, and in order to start crawling, he had to take a step to the side, making way for me, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he tried with all his might to keep me at the windowsill. Moreover, he stood just close to me, so that I literally “rested” against his groin with my face. And imagine my “horror” when this Slavka, after 5 minutes of conversation, began pull down your pants and panties. From the street, the boys didn’t see that he was standing naked from the waist down, as if the window sill was at the level of his navel, so I just buried my face in his crotch....
It took me literally a few minutes. I mean my resistance. And what could I do? Stand up on feet? Damn funny... For probably a minute, I just inhaled Slav’s smell, and when his dick stood up, he started rubbing it on my face and lips. Slavka kept trying to push his dick into my mouth, but since I didn’t give up, he could only poke my face and move the head of his dick across my lips. Moreover, everything worked out as if by itself. He did not hold my head with his hands, as he kept his hands on the windowsill. Slava simply poked and rubbed his member against my face, and I, afraid to give myself away with noise, simply froze in place.
I don’t know what would have happened to me if if the boys decided to come close to the open window, the house from the street, separated only by “flower beds”…. But I was lucky, and they remained standing in place throughout the entire conversation. And when Slava once again put the head of his penis to my mouth, I could no longer resist and I myself opened my lips and kissed its tip. Once, then twice, I licked the head with my tongue, and finally opening my mouth, I allowed him to enter me....
When Slava finished, the conversation was long over. The boys had already walked down the street for about 5 minutes, and I, on my knees, continued to suck until sperm splashed into my mouth... For the next few days, after this incident, I did not see Slavka, or rather, he avoided me, simply not showing his face to me. And then we finally met, or rather, he “caught” me. At about 8 pm, near the bridge, when I was returning home from the village. I was alone that day, without Svetka, so it turns out that Slavka was waiting there for me on purpose. He blocked my path and I stopped.
- “What?”... - I only asked, but Slava did not answer, but simply unexpectedly hugged me and started kissing me... So we began to meet him at the bridge, when I was already returning home from the village, and only on those days when none of my friends were around..
Our next meeting took place about four days later, and again at the bridge when I was returning home alone. This time we went under the bridge and there I already allowed Slava more. I completely undressed for him. She allowed me to touch and kiss myself all over. At his request, she knelt and on all fours in front of him... and again gave him a blowjob. He fucked me for real only a week later. Slavka, as always, was waiting for me at the bridge. This time I undressed in front of him, took different positions for him, and then lay down on the sand, spread my legs in front of him and allowed him to lie on top of me. I’m more than sure that I was with Slavka first, but he, in principle, already knew what to do with me, since I think he saw it in porn. Damn, he lay on me and fucked me, but for some reason I didn’t feel anything. It's not even hard to cum. Slavka “moved” on me, and I lay under him and, damn it, told him that I needed to be home quickly before it got completely dark... Over the entire summer, Slava and I had 5 more “meetings”, no more. I didn’t allow him to cum inside himself, but he wasn’t particularly upset. He was more interested in the positions in which I could be put. Damn, how could I not stand for him. And doggy style, and sideways, and sat on top of him, of course lying down..... He especially liked to lean my tits against a tree and my back to him. He then “fiddled” with my legs and ass for a very long time, pawing and kissing me, from the neck to the very ankles, and then I stuck my ass out as much as possible, and Slava fucked me from behind, in the “G” position, and I tried not to fall , holding on to a tree with her hands…..
Slava always finished on me. On the face, on the bare chest and stomach, and in the mouth, of course. And he also really loved watching me wash myself after sex...
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