Story_15_My first GROUPBAG ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

In this part of the Story, I collected everything that I foolishly removed from the original version of my Stories. There will be my experiences, and my observations, and my secrets, as well as the secrets of my girlfriends, which we tried to hide from each other.
I want to warn you right away that it is in this part of History that I will be very “jumping in time” , running first to 9th grade, then to 11th grade, and then back again. And I want to start with my powers of observation. Somehow it happened that since childhood I loved to “look closely” at the people who surrounded me. To my girlfriends, to the girls and boys who came to play in my yard, to the neighbors, to the teachers and children at school, well, etc.
And I will start, as always, “from afar.” I already told you that I really loved sitting by the window and watching what was happening in the yard, or just look at passers-by. When I had a cold or was sick and was not allowed to go outside, I could sit for hours near a hot radiator and look out the window. I mostly did this in the cold season, but in the summer I also spent time by the window.
You may ask, what could I see there? And I'll tell you now. Don’t worry, I’ll specifically skip “all sorts of nonsense” and focus on the most interesting. Firstly, it so happened that our yard did not seem to be particularly large, only three 5-story buildings, but in principle there were a lot of people living in the yard, and if I wanted, I could tell a lot for some of them. For example, a young family lived in a neighboring house. Natasha, a young and beautiful woman, 23-25 ​​years old, and her husband, V., who was 6 years older than her. We teenagers spoke exclusively of her husband as Uncle V, he looked so respectable in our eyes, but his wife was always addressed by her name Natasha. For us, although she was not a friend, we did not consider her a “completely” adult either.
Natasha dressed very beautifully. Not vulgar, but on the contrary, all her things were chosen with taste and she looked simply “Wow!” in them. I won’t speak for everyone, but I liked looking at her when she passed us in the yard, I liked it when she sat down on our bench, I liked just talking to her. I didn't see her as a sex object. Well, maybe I had a couple of fantasies about her, but nothing more. But other neighbors, especially male ones, showed a very specific interest in N. And partly, she gave them the reason for this herself.
The fact is that she wore all her elegant and “cool things” to work or “to the city”, and in the yard, she always went out at home. You may ask, what could a 23 year old girl be doing in the yard? Yes, a lot of things. For example, she hung the washed laundry on the clothesline, or went out to “rearrange” her and her husband’s car when the sun changed its position and the shadow from the trees began to fall in the other direction... So, when hanging out laundry in the summer, N. always went out in just a robe. I won’t say that she always wore it on her naked body; as they say, I didn’t check it personally. Only this robe was very short, and N never fastened the lowest button, so she still looked the same. Now I understand how everything turned out so “by chance” for her. And then I just liked watching her. Look at her short robe, at her shorts with a “home” T-shirt, if she wore them. As soon as she went out into the yard to hang out the washed clothes, I immediately “fell” to the window and watched her do it erotically. Damn, every movement she made was simply imbued with eroticism and sex. Now I would even say that she was in her apartment, “practicing” all her movements and turns of her body, but then, I was just watching her.
But I wasn’t the only one watching her. I think that all the male neighbors, just like me, came to their windows and looked at the young neighbor. And if I, a teenage girl, liked absolutely everything about N, what can I say about grown men. And some people actually ran out into the yard, like “to have a smoke,” and already standing at their entrances, they looked at the girl. I think N understood perfectly well that absolutely all the men were looking at her, so she dressed for the yard, always just like that, and she hung her laundry in a special way.
I was always fascinated by the way she bends down and takes the next thing from the “basin”, to hang her on a rope, how she stretches and stands on her toes to reach, and how at the same time, her already short robe rides up even more, exposing her butt... The windows of her apartment did not look out onto the courtyard, but onto the other side and husband N, could not see how his wife did all this, as if by accident and by the way. And I especially liked watching her when she was already returning back to the entrance. Passing by a bench on which two, and sometimes three “spectators” were already sitting, she always sat down next to her and lit a cigarette. I was very “lucky” if N sat on the far edge of the bench, then she was very clearly visible from the window, and I did not need to stand with my feet on the windowsill in order to get a better look at everything, as if she sat down closer to the entrance. And believe me, “there was something to look at there, at least her robe, which rode up so much that it left her thighs completely bare. And if you take into account the fact that N never buttoned the bottom button, then imagine the state of the men who at that moment sat next to her. And N was also sitting “for a reason.” Leg to leg, and she often changed the “supporting” leg, swaying her toe, which she always pulled down to make her legs seem even slimmer and sweeter, “playing” with her hips. At the same time, N always stroked her legs with her hands, the entire length, pretending that she was “shaking off” some kind of “midge” from herself. In short, N put absolutely everything into action, and somehow it turned out that from the outside, everything really looked like it was accidental. Although maybe it only seemed so to me, because poor men just didn’t do anything to get a better look at N, and if they were lucky, “accidentally” in a conversation, touch her hand or any other part of the body. I personally saw how one or another neighbor, who was sitting next to her at that moment, as if by chance, covered her hand with his palm, and N did not always “take” the hand from the neighbor. And Uncle S, a neighbor who was almost twice her age, always squatted down next to N and smoked his cigarette, looking at the girl from bottom to top. Moreover, Uncle S always “sat down” in such a way that N’s bare legs were nearby, just literally, and she never protested against this. I even saw from my window how Uncle S shakes the ashes of his cigarette from her foot, which fell on N’s foot “completely by accident.” And once I saw how Uncle S almost fell on his side, from his “squat”, and in order to maintain balance, on instinct, he grabbed N’s ankle. I saw how they laughed at this, and how Uncle S continued to hold on to her ankle , clearly going beyond the bounds of decency... I also really liked Aunt Zh. She was the same age as my mother, lived in our entrance, on the floor above, and very often came to “visit” us, sometimes “about”, and sometimes just to chat with my mother. It seemed like there was nothing unusual in her visits, but Aunt Z always came to us barefoot, literally. I don’t know why she did this, but it turns out that she deliberately went down barefoot to the floor below, came into our apartment, where she also remained barefoot and returned to her room just as barefoot. Aunt Z always came to us in a dressing gown, although unlike N’s dressing gown, hers was of a reasonable length. And although the woman’s legs remained bare only up to the knees, that was enough for me. I always looked with pleasure at Aunt Zh’s legs, admiring her bare ankles and pedicure on her toes. Now I can’t even say what struck me so much about the bare feet of my mother’s friend, but I myself went out into the entrance barefoot several times to understand how Aunt Zh felt when she “came running” to visit us. I was also lucky enough to see Aunt L. This happened already in the city. I was then riding in a trolleybus, which stopped at a traffic light, and in the next row, next to her, her car pulled up. I was sitting by the window and saw Aunt L sitting behind the wheel and a woman I didn’t know who was sitting next to her and touching Aunt L’s bare thigh. I stroked him and even put my hand between her legs... And although the green light of the traffic light turned on almost immediately, I managed to take a look at all this before the cars moved on... And from the window of my apartment, I saw how her Kostya came to my Svetka “on a date”. My friend lived in a neighboring house, on the 5th floor, and when I saw Kostya in the yard, she immediately ran out of her apartment, flew like a bullet into Svetkin’s entrance, and on her toes, trying not to make a sound, so as not to give herself away, climbed up to 4 floors and “listened” to what was happening near the doors of her apartment. The fact is that Svetka always had relatives at home, so she could not be alone with Kostya even in “her” room, so her friend went out into the entrance to at least cuddle and cuddle there in relative safety. Svetka, of course, made out with her Kostya, not only in the entrance, but damn, where else could they go in the winter... so I often “listened” to what was going on with them, and sometimes I even managed to see something. Sighs, whispers, rustling of clothes, sounds of kisses... A lot of things... I couldn’t see everything that was happening on the set very well, because I couldn’t “lean out” much, because... Svetka or her Kostya could simply notice me. But one day I was luckier. In the process of “fussing around,” my friend got so carried away that she practically rested her back against the railing of the “fence.” And when my friend found herself “on the edge” and not in the depths of the site, I finally took a look at what was happening. Hugging Svetka, Kostya lifted her sweater up to her chin and began to paw and then kiss her bare breasts. And a few minutes later, I saw Svetka herself kneeling in front of him, unbuttoning her jeans... And how he takes out his already erect penis from his underpants. Kisses, movements of the tongue along the shaft, and then I saw how Svetka took the head of the penis in her mouth and began to SUCK Kostya. I never saw how and where Kostya finished, because on the 4th floor, where I was hiding, I heard the noise of a door opening, and I had to quickly go downstairs so as not to be discovered....
But that’s not the story ended. Literally the next day, Svetka herself started a conversation with me about what happened yesterday. She asked me, “Have you seen a lot?” I replied that it was quite a lot. Svetka clarified, “How did I put it in my mouth? Did you see?” I nodded in response... And with this the “conflict” between us was settled. It turns out that my friend knew for a long time that I was spying on her and Kostya, and it turns out she didn’t mind)))). Moreover, she not only didn’t threaten me, but didn’t even ask me to keep everything secret, because she knew very well that I wouldn’t tell anyone about what I saw... Looking ahead, I will say that I know something about my Tanya. I didn’t see how she took it into her mouth, I won’t lie. But I was friends with her, until I left for another city, I was friends, despite her not very “friendly” behavior towards me. (I already told you something in a previous story). The fact is that I simply could not be angry with my Tanya for a long time and we “made peace” with her almost immediately. We still had no secrets from each other and Tanya often told me in every detail, what is happeningat the institute both with her and with her friends. I was able to spy a lot in the village. I already told you about the “vegetable gardens” and what you could see there. But other equally interesting things happened there. I won’t tell you everything, but I want to highlight one case in particular. After all, on the river, on the shore, it was not only me who “gave a performance.” You could also see other girls there, and I want to tell you now exclusively about the “urban” girls. The fact is that people from the city who came to work in the village very often came to the beach and sometimes not only to swim. From morning until lunch they were not visible on the shore at all, but closer to the end of the working day, “city people” could appear on the beach alone or in small campaigns. The fact is that many “offices” were located practically next to the river and employees needed 10 minutes to get to the beach.
Some came to the river by car. Only they descended much further than the “common” beach. In that place, although the shore was steep, there was a whole descent to the water, and a real descent, you could even drive down there in a car. Why did I start telling you about such details, because the “city people” didn’t know the beach at all, didn’t know various secluded places or convenient “descents” and I managed to spy on some of them, literally right next to them. I especially liked one woman, or girl, about 28 years old, who sometimes came to the beach on her lunch break, and, having undressed to a swimsuit, could simply lie on the sand, and sometimes even swim. This “city” girl came to the beach more often than others and I was able to look at and “remember” her much better. Beautiful, slim, I would even say athletic. I never learned her name, but as soon as she appeared on the beach, I immediately tried to do everything to “accidentally” be next to her. I don’t know why, but her beautiful body attracted me very much. More precisely, it was not only her body that attracted her. There were a lot of both women and men on the beach, which were “interesting” to watch. But in this girl, I was very attracted to her piercing in her navel, the bracelet on her ankle, which she never took off, and the tattoo, in the form of a thorny wreath, on the ankle of her other leg. Damn, for some reason these “little things” were interesting to me in her, and it was to them that I immediately turned my attention. As soon as the “city girl” stripped down to her swimsuit, I immediately sat down next to her and almost insolently looked at her jewelry. I don’t know what the girl herself thought about me, seeing how I was looking at her, almost point-blank, but she never drove me away. Sometimes I was able to overhear her talking to someone on the phone and I enjoyed her pleasant voice. A couple of times she appeared on the beach with a very handsome young man, about her age and I think it was her work colleague. Moreover, for some reason I was sure that she was “meeting” him on the river, because on such days the girl never undressed, but simply walked at the very edge of the water, holding the young man’s hand. And I want to tell you more about this incident with her. I don’t know why Irka and I ended up so far from our place on the beach that day. We were simply “climbing” along the rocks, “along the top”, moving further and further away from him... when suddenly we heard music and sounds, like someone loudly clapping their hands. Like real scouts, we very quietly approached the very edge of the “rocks” and began to look at what was happening on the shore, and we saw the following there... Music flowed from the interior of one of the cars that drove down to the very edge of the water along that slope, and the sounds of “clapping” were not from someone clapping their hands, it was just one of the men FUCKING a girl standing doggy style. Yes, the sounds were precisely because he loudly slapped his pelvis against the girl’s ass when he drove his penis into her over and over again. There was only one girl in the company, but there were three men. Everyone is “old”, and in my teens I considered everyone who was “50 plus” to be old. So, two of them stood nearby and watched as their friend, the same “grandfather,” fucked a young girl. Damn... to say that Irka and I were amazed is to say nothing. Everything happened literally some twenty meters from us, and since we were “above”, the company had to raise their heads to see us. But they were not interested in looking at the rocks. They looked at what was happening under their feet. But Irka and I lay on our stomachs, just in case, in case they suddenly noticed, and looked at the performance with all our eyes. And when the “old man” finally stopped fucking the girl and got off her so that she could get to her feet, we were able to see her face. - “It’s her!!! She!!! The one with the piercing and tattoo!!! See!!! There's also her bracelet shining on her ankle!!! She understands this!!!”…. Irka whispered this very loudly in my ear, and I even “yelled” at her, fearing that they might hear us. But my friend was right and she was just such a “city” girl. As always, beautiful, slender and athletic, she looked so ridiculous among these three “old men” that I was still surprised why her boyfriend wasn’t around. Believing that there were no “extra” spectators now, the girl behaved “naturally.” She began to stretch her legs, probably the first man held her in the doggy style position for a very long time. “On instinct” she shook the sand from her bare knees. She ran her hand between her legs a couple of times, I would say, to adjust her panties, which she naturally wasn’t wearing. She had no clothes on at all; she stood completely naked. And then she said something to the “old people”, or rather asked. Because of the loud music, we didn’t hear what exactly, but apparently she was allowed, because, having received an affirmative nod from one of them, she immediately went into the water to wash herself. Do not swim or swim, but rather wash yourself. Having entered the river literally up to her knees, the girl immediately sat down in the water and began to wash herself between her legs.
But she did not “wash” for long. After some time, she was ordered to get out of the water. Moreover, they ordered it, because... The girl reluctantly obeyed. And as soon as she came ashore, the second “old man” immediately put her back on the sand, and he lay on top of her and began to fuck her very roughly. The characteristic “splash” sounded along the shore again and I even heard the girl moan. From pleasure or, on the contrary, from painful sensations, I can’t say now, but both I and my Irka heard a moan escaping her lips every now and then. The second “old man” fucked the girl much longer. Although most likely the same time as the first one, my friend and I just caught everything in the middle of the performance. But now we admired how he fucks the girl, probably for 10 minutes, if not all 15. He did everything with her very hard, I would even say roughly, forcefully driving his penis into her, with each new push, and greedily pawing at the same time her bare thighs and legs bent at the knees. A couple of times the “old man” changed the position of the girl’s legs until he threw them over his shoulders, and then again put her in doggy style. Moreover, after several very strong and rough pushes, the “grandfather” suddenly took it and jumped on top of her. The “old man” was quite large, and now I understand how difficult it was for the girl to hold such a hog on her lower back.
Probably wanting to show off in front of his friends, the “old man” began to “swing” on the girl, imitating a “rider” and she, unable to resist, simply collapsed with her bare tits on the sand. But the hog, not so much as helping her up, but on the contrary, he immediately plopped down on top of her, and already lying on her back, began to fuck her very roughly again. Moreover, this time he made thrusts so roughly, and most importantly often, that the girl was already moaning, or rather, screaming constantly. The third “old man” did not allow the girl to wash herself, although she did not ask for it. She lay silently on the sand and tried to catch her breath from the hog that had just gotten off her. At that moment, for some reason the music stopped, and Irka and I heard the third “old man” ordering the girl to get up. But she continued to lie on the sand, and then he, coming close to her, began to spank her bare bottom quite hard with his bare foot. You know, from top to bottom. It doesn’t hurt at all, but it’s very humiliating. I don’t know how many Irka heard, but I counted exactly 7 spanks. But the girl still didn’t get up, and then the third “old man” stuck his leg under the girl’s stomach and, pushing, forced her to get up. Only she was not allowed to fully stand on her feet. The third “old man” forced her to kneel and began to demand to take it into his mouth. I don’t know why the girl didn’t obey immediately. I just don’t understand why it was necessary to let the “grandfather” start slapping her in the face with an open palm. Not much, but in such a way as to humiliate her even more and finally break her will and force her to submit. Her “grandfather” also fucked her very roughly. Only this time, it wasn't the girl's pussy, but her mouth. And it was into her wide open mouth that the “old man” drove his penis, trying to make his scrotum and balls splash against the girl’s face. But nothing worked for him. Or rather, she couldn’t completely take a huge dick into her throat, and her grandfather began to get angry. He slapped the girl in the face several times, this time quite hard, and then, at some point, turning his back to her, he leaned forward so that his butt was right in front of the girl’s face. Damn, he ordered her to kiss his ass. I don’t know about Irka, but I heard his words perfectly, I heard exactly what he was ordering her to do. But although the girl stood without taking her face away from the “old man’s” butt, she did not follow the order herself. Then the same hog simply stood behind the girl and with his own hands literally forced her to bury her face in her bare ass. I can’t say for sure whether the girl kissed him, or simply buried her face and “breathed” there. But the “grandfather” stood in the “pose” for quite a long time and judging by the fact that he was not indignant, he was satisfied with her actions. At some point, the “grandfather” decided to “feel sorry” for the girl, and he turned around to face her so that she could start sucking him off again. This time he no longer “raped” her mouth, but she herself, on her knees, gave him a blowjob. And judging by the fact that the girl did not “spit” when he pulled away from her, he came right into her mouth and she swallowed every last drop... I don’t know how long Irka and I would have sat there like that, but soon, unfortunately, it was all over. We also saw how the girl stood on her knees in front of them for some time, as if expecting that someone would want her again, and then she finally got to her feet and went into the river to wash herself once again.
It was in At that moment, one of the “old men”’s phone rang and he answered and immediately began to get ready. More precisely, all the men began to gather. They quickly got dressed, collected their personal belongings, and then they put the girl naked in the car, without even allowing her to get dressed..... Then, probably for three days in a row, Irka will “bingely” tell everyone about this “incident”, and even show how it all happened. Moreover, the friend was so impressed that she forgot that she had me “for the show”, and she herself did not need to kneel or get on all fours so that Svetka and Tanya could understand how everything happened on the beach. I myself was struck by something else. Firstly, I could not forget that hopelessness, even doom, not only in the girl’s eyes, but in general, in her entire appearance. And I was also touched to the depths of my soul by the fact that a beautiful, young girl can simply be put into a car, completely naked, with the click of a finger, and she will meekly, without even asking where she will be taken, begin to obey.
And yet, just then , I realized that I myself really liked everything that happened and that I really want it to be the same with me someday... Something like this...