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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any
similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The
author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the
activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or
illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Joanna at the Adult Bookstore Written by Janus Copyright 2003
Joanna winded her way along the darkened streets as she ran
home, her heart pounding and lungs burning from the exertion.
The rubber soles of her sneakers slapped against the shiny
pavement, wet and damp from a sudden downpour. A few drops were
still falling now. The young girl was grateful for the raindrops
that had dampened her hair and shirt. With any luck, she could
tell her mom that the wet spots on her shirt were merely
rainfall.
"It's just rain, Mom," she rehearsed in her head. The eleven
year old girl blushed as she wondered what her mom would say if
her daughter said, "It's just semen, Mom."
The preteen girl slowed her pace, allowing herself to catch her
breath. For the umpteenth time, she wiped her hands down the
front of her shirt, making sure that no telltale drops of white
fluid were still dripping down her t-shirt. Her hair was another
matter. When she had run her hand through her long brown hair
before, it came away sticky and slimy with strand after strand of
semen that had been shot onto her tresses. When Joanna touched
her hair now, it was still sticky but she found it covered with a
dry, crusty material.
Joanna's mind replayed the events of the evening. She
remembered going to Mary Ann's house to swim in her pool after
school. How long ago that seemed? Joanna couldn't even begin to
name all the things that had happened since...
* * *
The majority of the afternoon had been spent at Mary Ann's house,
splashing in the indoor pool at her grandparents' home. Joanna
tried to leave her friend Mary Ann's house early, but even then
she found herself several minutes late as she walked home.
Wanting to avoid her mother's wrath for being late for dinner,
she took a shortcut through an alley.
The young girl never told her mom about the alley shortcut of
course. Joanna knew it was safe since it was always well-lit.
Her mother would have objected however because the alley ran
behind several adult bookstores. Joanna usually paid no
attention to them but tonight she noticed that one of the alley
doors was propped open. Being a naturally curious eleven year
old, Joanna couldn't resist the urge to peek into the store.
She had approached the door cautiously just in case one of the
store employees would return. But as she came closer it was
clear no one was near the door. Peeking around the corner,
Joanna saw a room with wall shelves full of video boxes, just
like a regular video store. She felt a twinge of excitement as
her eyes focused on the pictures on the boxes. Most were of
naked women with large breasts but a few video boxes here and
there had a picture of a penis.
Joanna was enticed by the naughtiness of it all. Her knees
began shaking in nervousness as she peered into the bookstore.
Holding her breath, she stepped just past the threshold so she
could get a better look inside. This back room with videos led
into the main front room where she could hear the clerk talking
on the phone. On the floor near the door, she saw a plastic bag
of garbage. "He must have been taking the trash out," Joanne
thought, "and then the phone rang so he just left the door
propped open."
Since the man's conversation didn't show any signs of ending
soon, Joanna took another cautious step into the store. To her
right she saw a rickety set of wooden stairs leading up. She
wondered what was up there. She listened for a moment but heard
no sounds coming from upstairs. In the center of the room was a
kiosk full of magazines. Joanna noticed that unlike the
Penthouses or Playgirls she and her friends giggled at when at
normal bookstores, these adult magazines were not shrink-wrapped
in plastic at all.
Out of the blue, instinct gripped Joanna's mind. As if moving
out of her own volition, Joanna boldly stepped forward and
grabbed a magazine from the kiosk. Without even looking at the
cover or title, the eleven year old quietly crept backwards.
Suddenly, she heard voices in the alley. Joanna panicked as her
heart rate shot up. She was trapped, a young girl who obviously
didn't belong in the adult bookstore..
Frantically, she looked around the room. Her eyes fell on the
wooden steps that led to the second floor. Decisively, she
scampered up the stairs, clutching the magazine to her chest and
careful not to make any noise on the creaky stairs. When she
reached the last step, Joanna found herself at the end of a long
and dimly lit hallway. Oddly, though, the hall didn't lead
anywhere except there were several red doors on either side.
"It looks like that one hallway from the Matrix Reloaded,"
Joanna thought to herself. "A single hallway filled with
doors..." Except these doors were not completely shut. Joanna
slowly opened the one nearest to her and peeked inside. It was
dark in there but her eyes slowly adjusted and she realized it
was just a tiny booth of some sort. Almost like a bathroom
except she didn't see a toilet or anything, just a vinyl covered
bench built into the wall.
Suddenly she heard more voices again coming from downstairs.
The voices sounded close, like they were directly in the room
beneath her. Joanna slipped inside the booth and shut the door,
completely sealing herself in darkness. Her heart still racing,
she listened as the voices spoke. It didn't sound like they were
coming upstairs though.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Joanna realized she was still
clutching the magazine she had taken from downstairs. But it was
too dark in the booth to look at it now. She felt along the wall
for a light switch. A dim bulb lit the booth as her fingers
found the switch next to the door.
Joanna could see the booth much more clearly now. The booth
was tiny, no bigger than a closet. Across from the vinyl bench
there was a screen built into the wall. Below it there were coin
slots. Maybe this was a booth to play video games in, Joanna
thought to herself. Indeed, there was a panel on the wall that
had buttons on it. She sat down on the vinyl bench. Next to her
was a box of Kleenex. On the floor there was a wastebasket that
was halfway filled with used tissues. Gross, she thought to
herself. Maybe someone had a cold.
But now that she had a moment of privacy, Joanna willed herself
to relax. She took a deep breath and studied the glossy magazine
cover. She read the title slowly: "Club International: Best
Hardcore Edition". The cover had a pretty blond woman who was
completely naked, smiling at the camera. Nervously casting an
eye at the closed door, Joanna opened up to a random page.
The sight that greeted her took her breath away. The eleven
year old had turned to a full page spread of a man and a woman.
Both were naked and the man reclined on a couch as the woman
knelt before him. Joanna's eyes zoomed in on the man's crotch
and her eyes feasted hungrily on his hard male organ. The woman
held his penis in her hand and her mouth was open, positioned to
put the massive tool she held into 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 she had read about male sexual organs in books but
she had never seen an actual picture on one. And the woman was
about to suck his penis with her mouth! Joanna had heard plenty
of talk on the playground about such acts but she always wondered
why anyone would want to do it.
She turned the page. This time there was a picture of the same
man and woman but they had shifted positions. The woman was on
all fours on the couch as she presented her rear end to the man
who pointed his penis at her. Joanna once again zeroed in on the
erect penis. The young girl was mesmerized by it, the way it
jutted from his muscular body, the way the little blue veins were
clearly visible. The woman's crotch was clearly on display as
well. Joanna studied the dark hair of her pubic area and the
pink insides of her labia. The man's erect penis was pointed
directly at her vagina, like they were about to have sex. The
mere thought of it made Joanna feel funny, like she did when the
doctor examined her.
Joanna leaned back in the vinyl booth and turned the another
page. This time it was a different man and woman in a different
position. The young girl noticed immediately that this man's
penis was different from the first in that it was a different
size and color. The woman was different as well for she had no
hair at all between her legs. "She looks like I do," Joanna
thought to herself.
The couple were arranged in a funny position too. The man lay
on his back as the woman straddled him, facing the camera with
her legs spread. Again, his penis was positioned so that it was
ready to be inserted into her shiny vagina. Joanna swallowed
hard. Her heart was still beating rapidly and she felt oddly
flushed. And even stranger, the eleven year old felt a strange
sensation between her own legs, like she was peeing her pants.
Her curiosity about the magazine overwhelmed her however. Joanna
decided she wanted to see some actual sexual intercourse. Her
trembling fingers turned to the next page.
Joanna was slightly disappointed to see the same couple
arranged in yet another position, this time with the woman on her
back. Hurriedly, she flipped through more pages of the magazine
but she only found more pictures of couples in various positions.
The nakedness and naughtiness of it all were still enticing but
she wanted to see some actual intercourse.
She flipped by the pictures again, taking time to pause and
study the different men in the pictures. The woman were all
different too, with different size breasts and shaved and
unshaved pubic areas. Joanna felt the another rush of excitement
and warm tingling. She felt so naughty looking at this dirty
magazine.
She flipped through some more pages before an image caught her
eye. It was a picture of a naked woman with two men who had
shirts on but their pants were around their ankles. The woman
held an erect penis in each hand as she smiled at the camera.
Joanna was stunned. In school, they taught that sex was only
between one man and one woman. But here was this woman, with two
partially naked men. "What is she going to do with two?" Joanna
wondered. She turned the page to find out.
Many things could be done with two men, Joanna found out. The
next pictures showed the three adults in various poses. In one,
the woman had her tongue extended to lick one penis while her
hand still held the other. In another picture, the woman bent
over to presumably put one penis in her vagina while she took the
other in her mouth.
Joanna was spellbound by the sexual imagery before her. She
had never imagined two men with one woman. The concept was
mind-boggling to the eleven year old. Just thinking about it
made the tingling between her legs more intense. Joanna noticed
that it felt wet down there again. Idly, she wondered if there
was something wrong with her.
All such questions were dashed when Joanna heard footsteps
coming up the stairs. Joanna froze. From the heavy clumping
sounds of the footsteps, she knew it was undoubtedly a man. She
held her breath as the man walked by her booth. He didn't pause
however and continued on. She heard him enter another booth and
slam the door shut. Joanna was relieved.
She listened as the man settled into the booth. Then she heard
the unmistakable clink of a quarter being put into the slot. The
eleven year old's eyes widened as she heard the sounds of heavy
breathing and moaning emanate from the booth. She listened for a
moment longer before realizing that the man was watching the TV.
She heard him flipping through the channels, each one with a
different sound of moaning and groaning, both male and female
voices.
"It sounded like he just put a quarter in and the TV started,"
Joanna thought to herself. She fumbled in her backpack for her
change purse. She found a quarter. With trembling hands, she
slid the quarter into the coin slot. She was thrilled to see the
TV screen blink to life.
It was indeed a dirty movie, just as she had suspected. Joanna
stared at the screen, transfixed at the sight before her. On the
TV, a woman lay on her back, her legs spread, as a man plunged
his hard penis into her. His movements were rapid and both of
them were moaning and breathing heavily. "This is ten times
better than the magazine," Joanna thought to herself.
Joanna watched some more as the couple changed position so the
woman was on top. The man was now lying on his back as the woman
straddled him, facing the camera. Joanna had a clear view of her
pink vagina engulfing the hard penis that jutted out from the
man's body. She watched in fascination as the sexual activity
unfurled before her. She felt the wetness between her legs again
as she listened to the two people onscreen gasp and moan.
Curiously, Joanna spied the control panel built into the wall.
Throwing caution to the wind, she pressed a button. To her
delight, the button press changed the channel. There were two
different people on the screen now, kissing. She pressed the
button again. Now there was yet another couple, having sex.
Joanna watched for a blissful moment before changing the channel
again.
There was so much to see. She pressed the button again and
again, each time bringing up a different scene. Joanna was
mesmerized by the sheer variety of it all. She saw several
different sexual positions. One channel showed a woman sucking a
man's penis like a lollipop. Another showed two naked women
touching each other, making the eleven year old girl giggle. She
paused for a few minutes to watch a lone man grip his fist around
his penis and pull at it. "That's probably why they call it
'jerking off'," Joanna thought to herself with a smile.
On another channel she watched as two men and one woman had
sex. For some reason the idea made her blush red, but not from
embarrassment. The woman was on her hands and knees as one man
thrust frantically into her vagina and another let her suck his
penis. The whole scene made Joanna feel naughty and dirty, but
also very excited. She wondered what it would be like to be that
woman, to be the center of attention of the two men.
"Oh yeah, baby, fuck me harder..." the woman moaned, as paused
her sucking on the hard penis in front of her.
"Is this the way you like to get fucked?" the man asked her.
The camera angle switched to a close-up of the man's hard organ
pounding relentless in and out of the woman's vagina. Joanna
held her breath, captivated by the illicit action. She heard the
woman moan in appreciation as she was fucked.
She watched as the men withdrew their erect penises. The woman
sat down and now the men stood over her, both gripping their male
organs in their fists.
"Hey, baby," one man said as he jerked his penis, "you want
some of this?"
"Oh yes, please," the woman cooed softly as she knelt before
the men. She leaned in until both of their penises were inches
from her face. Joanna leaned in closer as well. She watched
enraptured as the woman massaged the fleshy sacs beneath each
penis.
"Come on my face, please... Shoot your come all over me..."
The eleven year old girl was spellbound as the men groaned and
aimed their penises at the woman's face. Joanna leaned in even
closer to watch, not wanting to miss a second, as a spray of
white semen spurted from the first man's penis, splattering all
over the woman's face who moaned in pleasure. The second man
then leaned in closer as well, and a jet of white semen erupted
from his penis, coating the woman's cheek and neck.
Joanna swallowed hard. The wetness between her legs had
completely soaked the front of her underwear now and a pungent
scent wafted from beneath her skirt, filling the booth.
Onscreen, the scene ended and faded to black so Joanna pushed
another button to change the channel.
The next channel showed only a naked woman, sprawled out on her
bed, her legs spread to the camera. The woman's fingers stroked
between her legs as she seductively eyed the camera. Joanna
watched as the camera zoomed in on the woman's pink and shiny
slit, her crotch completely shaved. The camera focused on the
woman's finger as it rubbed between her vaginal lips, producing
sighs of delight from the woman.
"What is she doing?" Joanna thought to herself. "It looks like
she's enjoying it. Maybe I should try it..." Joanna hiked up
her skirt and reached under the waistband of her underwear. She
imitated the woman on the TV as her index finger plunged into her
dripping wet slit. The moisture surprised Joanna but she found
she liked the slippery feeling of it, especially when she rubbed
herself like the woman was doing.
After a few minutes, Joanna decided she had the hang of it. She
was rubbing herself confidently, enjoying the tingling
sensations, when the screen went black. She tried pressing a few
buttons but nothing happened. "Oh well," Joanna thought,
reluctantly withdrawing her hand from her underwear. "I should
probably get home before mom kills me anyway." She took
advantage of the Kleenex and wiped her hands off.
Standing up to leave, she spied the forgotten magazine that still
lay on the bench. Hesitating for a moment, Joanna shrugged and
stuffed it into her backpack. She listened at the door for a
moment, wondering how she was going to escape the bookstore.
From the sounds of it, there were several TV screens going now.
She remembered all the other doors in the hallway. Several of
the booths must be occupied now.
Inching open the door, Joanna furtively peeked out to make sure
the coast was clear. The hallway was empty. Opening the door
further, Joanna silently slipped out and scampered to the
stairway exit. But just as she reached the stairs, her path was
blocked off by a figure that emerged from a booth.
"Hey! What are you doing in here?" the man said accusingly.
Joanne stopped dead in her tracks, her heart rate shooting
sky-high. The man blocked the stairway, the only exit. She was
trapped.
"I asked you a question!" he said to her sternly. "What are you
doing? You shouldn't be here. This isn't a place for little
girls."
Joanne gazed up at the man fearfully. He was a tall and imposing
figure. He wore a muscle t-shirt that emphasized his bulky
biceps. The young girl was reminded of all a mean gym teacher
she had known in third grade.
"Well?" he barked at her. "What have you been doing up here?"
Joanna squirmed uncomfortably, wishing she were elsewhere.
Nervously, she scuffed at the floor with the toe of her shoe.
"Um, I don't know..." she stammered. "I was... uh..." Joanna
wished she were somewhere far, far away. Her ears and face were
burning red with embarrassment and shame now.
"Hey guys," the muscular man called out. "Get out here! We have
a little intruder in our midst." So saying, he knocked on all
the closed doors up and down the hall, repeating, "Get out here,
fellas. We have a little problem to take care of."
Joanna was horrified as the doors along the hallway began to
open. A face peered out at her from the nearest door. It was an
old man, old enough to be her grandpa, with his graying hair and
withered, wrinkly face. Further down the hall, another door
swung open and she saw a very fat man squeeze his way through the
door. Joanna couldn't help but notice his eyes light up as he
fastened his gaze on her. The eleven year old found herself
unconsciously taking a step backward to distance herself from
these men staring at her.
Still another door opened and this time another figure stepped
forward. As he moved into the light, Joanna realized with a
shock that it was merely a teenager who had been watching the
dirty movies in the booth. He was tall and gangly, his face
covered with pimples.
Finally, the door furthest down the hall opened and the last man
stepped out. Joanna was surprised to see it was a businessman of
some sort. He was wearing a suit and tie. The young girl
wondered briefly why a man like this would be in such a dirty
place. Sill, suddenly confronted by five males in the adult
store, Joanna felt very intimidated indeed. She took another
step backward and found herself pressed up against a wall. No
way out.
"Well, kid?" the muscular man spoke again. "You want to tell us
what you're doing in here?" Joanna swallowed hard and looked at
the five faces staring at her. The muscular man's face was stern
while behind him the teenager smirked at her. The old man's
eyebrow was raised, awaiting her answer and the fat man was still
leering at her. But the businessman stood expressionless behind
them all.
"Um, I was just... well... I was..." Joanna couldn't think of a
good lie and she was far too embarrassed to tell the truth. How
could she say it? I was watching naked people having sex, Joanna
thought to herself.
Before she could stammer some more, the fat man stepped forward
and grabbed her hand. Joanna tried to pull away but there was
nowhere to go and he was too strong. Before she knew what he was
doing, he raised her little hand to his nostrils and sniffed at
her fingers.
"Hey!" the fat man exclaimed. "Your fingers smell like cunt
juice!" Behind him, the sound of laughter and chuckles burst
forth from the other men. Joanna felt herself get even redder as
the desire washed over her to disappear or shrink into something
tiny. The old man was smiling at her now and even the corners of
the businessman's mouth twitched. 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 away, her shame
overpowering her. She felt tears welling up in her eyes.
The old man approached her now and knelt beside her. He put a
hand on her shoulder. "Did it make you wet?" he asked her. "Did
you like to watch those people having sex? Tell us." He put his
hand under her chin and raised her face to meet his gaze. Joanna
looked into the old man's face. He wasn't laughing now. His
eyes even seemed to be friendly and understanding.
"Yes," Joanna whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek now.
The old man wiped it away with a calloused finger. The young
girl smelled the disarming scent of pipe tobacco from the old
man.
"There, there," he consoled her. "It's nothing to be ashamed
of. It's natural to feel curious and to feel pleasure."
Joanna couldn't answer but she managed to raise her head to
meet his gaze. The old man nodded sympathetically at her. She
glanced at the others behind him and found that none of them were
laughing at her now.
"Don't cry," the old man told her. "You're too pretty to cry.
Come on now..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
tissue and wiped her face with it. Joanna sniffled
appreciatively. "There, boys," the old man proclaimed. "Doesn't
she look prettier now?"
The men murmured their consent. Joanna smiled shyly now at the
old man peering wide-eyed into her face.
"I bet you're so pretty that all these guys here like you," the
old man told her. "I bet they like you a lot."
"Really?" Joanna said softly.
"Really," the old man said to her. "Why I bet they would even
show you what they've got in their underwear."
Joanna blushed deeply at this. But the old man leaned in
closer and prodded her with a knowing elbow. He winked at her.
"You liked watching those movies, didn't you? I bet you liked
watching those naked men too. Am I right?" The old man elbowed
her again playfully. Joanna couldn't keep herself from grinning
as she looked to the floor and blushed.
The old man chuckled. "Come on then," he said, taking her by
the arm, "let's go over here." Before she could protest, the man
took her firmly and led her to the corner of the landing. The
other men filed out of the hallway and stood in a row, blocking
any access to the stairway. The fat man waddled forward, his
enormous belly heaving before him.
"Hey guys, I got an idea," he said, "Let's make her sit on the
sybian..." The other men murmured their consent again. Joanna
had no idea what the fat man was talking about. She watched him
pull an object from the corner into the center of the landing.
It looked like a mailbox. He strained to move it and then
finally struggled some more to bend over and plug it into the
wall. Joanna was confused. What would a mailbox need to be
plugged in?
"Have a seat there, little girl," the fat man told her. Joanna
regarded the device dubiously. It looked like a standard black
mailbox except it had a little saddle on the top of it. She
wasn't sure she wanted to sit at all. The preteen girl was still
feeling shy and embarrassed about being caught by all these men.
She cast an eye longingly at the stairs, still blocked by the
teenager, the businessman, and the muscular man. Joanna
hesitated for a moment, wondering how she could get away. The
old man was at her side again.
"Go on," he told her, taking her by the shoulders and
maneuvering her to the mailbox. "It'll be all right. That's
right, just have a seat. No, no, not like that honey. Sit like
this..." The old man position her until she was straddling the
mailbox with the saddle lodged between her legs. Because of the
way she was positioned, the saddle jutted directly against the
damp spot on her underwear, reminding her of the strange wetness
between her legs. Her skirt was loose enough so that it settled
around her comfortably, almost hiding the mailbox from view.
Sitting on the mailbox now, gazing up at these five men, Joanna
felt a wave of apprehension. What were they going to do?
As if by answer, the fat man stepped forward and said, "Come
on, guys. Let's give the girl a real show..." With that, the
fat man undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. With a
tug, his underwear joined his pants around his ankles. Joanna
was shocked to see his penis dangling before her. The fat man
closed his hand around his penis and began to jerk at it.
Astonished, Joanna watched as the muscular man moved closer as
well and let his shorts drop to his ankles. The eleven year old
stared at his penis, a thick and sausage-like organ that jutted
from his pubic area. Like the fat man, he too made a fist around
his penis.
It was all happening too fast. Joanna looked to her right and
saw the teenager already massaging his hard penis that poked out
from the fly of his shorts. The old man already had his pants
around his ankles as well and was stroking his rapidly hardening
penis.
Joanna's heart beat rapidly as her mind whirled at the sight of
the four penises surrounding her. A flash of movement caught her
eye and she saw the businessman finally step forward and unzip
his zipper. She watched as he carefully pulled his penis out
from his underwear. He too began to stroke 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 all visible before her. She felt a tingle of electricity
between her legs and she thought she felt her underwear become
wetter.
"Hey man," the muscular man said, elbowing the fat man. "Did
you turn on the sybian for her?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot," the fat man mumbled. "I'll start it on
low power to get her started." With some effort, he leaned down
and turned a dial on the mailbox. Joanna gave a start as she
felt it him to life beneath her. The mailbox whirred and hummed
quietly, like a hushed vacuum cleaner. She was amazed to feel a
gentle vibration from the saddle pressed between her legs. It
was like a gently and soothing massage. The young girl
momentarily forgot the male organs before her as she concentrated
on the warm feeling building in her stomach.
"You like that, don't you?" a voice asked her.
Aware of a lightheaded pleasure blossoming in her head, Joanna
raised her eyes from the floor to search for the owner of the
voice. But the eleven year old was caught short by the sight of
a hard penis pointed straight at her. The half-circle of men
moved in closer until they were each less than two feet from the
young girl. Shifting her gaze, Joanna let herself stare at each
of the five penises unveiled before her. The preteen girl
discovered that if she stared hard and concentrated on the penis,
it only intensified the warm pleasure in her body.
Not even bothering to attach faces to the male organs, Joanna
blissfully turned from penis to penis, comparing each one and
enjoying the surge of excitement each one produced in her young
body. Some were long but others were short. Some were very
thick like sausages but others were skinny. There were bright
purple heads. There were dull, muted red tips. Hairy crotches
and less hairy crotches. Smooth shafts and veined shafts.
Joanna swallowed hard, forgetting her apprehension as her eyes
drank in the details of each penis.
She heard someone say, "Hey, why don't you turn it up a notch?
She seems to be having a good time." A foot reached forward to
where the dial was on the mailbox.
Joanna inhaled sharply as she felt the vibrating saddle
intensify in power. The vibrations transferred directly to the
area between her legs. Involuntarily, her skinny thighs gripped
hard at the sides of the mailbox. Joanna let her head lean back
a little but her eyes were still locked on the sight before her
as she gazed down her nose. The men were still stroking intently
at their penises, their fists locked tight. Realizing that she
was the center of attention, the preteen girl felt another wave
of pleasure.
"Turn it up some more," another voice said.
The machine kicked up into a higher level of vibration.
Joanna's thighs gripped the mailbox again as she held on for dear
life. Her little mouth formed an "O" of pleasure as the area
between her legs exploded in bliss. Arching her back a bit,
Joanna pressed her hips forward so that her crotch was pressed
tight against the saddle. She gasped in delight as the pressure
intensified the tingles in her crotch.
Her eyes still wandered from each hard penis to the next.
Joanna was completely enthralled by the beautiful male organs
before her. She heard a voice speak
"Hey, little girl... Why don't you lift your skirt and show
what you've got under there?"
Joanna paused a moment. She felt a twinge of conscience and
was reminded of her earlier apprehension. But that was before
she felt such pleasure, before she saw these hard penises. The
naughty thought of exposing herself made her tingle. Joanna
reached down and lifted her skirt up.
Finally breaking her gaze from their midsections, Joanna at last
looked at the faces of the men. She saw they were completely
enraptured by 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. Her wetness had
rendered the cotton almost transparent and her hairless slit was
clearly visible to her audience. Her skinny legs clenched the
mailbox tightly as little shivers tickled her body.
Joanna continued to hold up her skirt, revealing herself to the
men. She noticed how each of them stared at her, each gaze
fastened to the area between her legs. Suddenly, the teenager
mumbled something she couldn't understand. He stepped forward
until his penis was just inches from her face. Joanna watched,
unaware of what was about to happen.
"Oh God..." the teenager moaned. Joanna saw a flash of white
erupt from his penis and then she felt something hot land on her
face. She realized that the teenager was ejaculating on her,
just like the men in the movies had done to the woman. Another
burst of semen landed on her neck, and then another on her hair.
The young girl realized she was holding her breath again.
The teenager retreated but to her left, Joanna saw the fat man
approach her. She saw his short and stubby penis, almost dwarfed
by his fist as he stroked his hard unit. And then he groaned and
aimed his penis at her. The eleven year old saw another flash of
white and then more hotness on her cheek. More ropy strands of
semen followed, matting her brown hair. Spent, the fat man
stepped back.
Joanne felt the pleasure inside her building to a breaking point.
For each ejaculation, she had felt a thrill wash across her
young body. The muscular man stepped closer to her now. She
noticed the little slit on the purple tip of his penis and the
clear fluid that seemed to be leaking from it. Joanna swallowed
hard in anticipation. She didn't have to wait long. The
muscular man let out a low moan and he arched his back slightly,
pointing his penis at her face.
The eleven year old was intently watching this time and she
clearly saw the first spurt issue forth from the hard, throbbing
penis before her. She felt the familiar hot and wet sensation of
his semen as it landed on her cheek. His next shot landed square
on her forehead, right between her eyes.
But suddenly the businessman stepped forward as well. Before she
knew it, he was ejaculating on her as well. Joanna felt a
shudder of electricity through her eleven year old body as these
two men sprayed their semen on her at the same time. The
muscular man aimed lower, soaking her neck and t-shirt with his
white fluid. The businessman fired his first volley into her
hair. Joanna gasped as she felt the hot fluid on her ear. Then
he aimed higher and added more semen to her face. Finally
exhausted, both men stepped back.
That left only the old man stroking his penis. Joanna watched
him, her face covered with white fluid that dripped off her chin.
Her hair was liberally covered as well and her t-shirt felt
soaked.
"Does that feel good, little girl?" the old man asked her, never
stopping his strokes. "Do you like the way it feels between your
legs?"
The eleven year old ground her crotch harder against the saddle.
One hand still lifted her skirt, revealing her soaked underwear
and hairless slit. "Y-yes..." Joanna replied, out of breath.
"It feels nice..."
"Do you want it to feel better?" the old man said, stepping
closer to her.
"Oh yes, please... yes..." Joanna answered eagerly. Her eyes
zoomed in on his hard penis only inches from her face now. The
muscular man darted forward and turned the dial on the mailbox
again. It was at full power now.
"Uhhhh..." Joanna grunted as the powerful vibrations massaged her
crotch. She pressed her hips forward with all her might now,
grinding hard on the vibrating saddle.
"Uhhhh... Uhhhh... Oh God..." Joanna whispered as a wave of
pleasure roared up inside her. For a brief instant, it felt like
she was floating. And then the wave crashed and the tingles
washed over her from head to toe.
"Ahhhhh!" Joanna shrieked, her first orgasm overtaking her eleven
year old body. "Uhhhh, uhhhh, ummmm...." She felt her muscles
clench tight and relax and then tight again. The old man leaned
in closer now and she saw the first spray of semen erupt from his
penis. It landed on her cheek, hot and wet. Another jet of
semen followed, landing on her upper lip. Joanna was too
overwhelmed with her orgasm to worry as the old man's remaining
spurts landed in her mouth. She tasted the saltiness and
muskiness of it on her tongue before swallowing it, not really
meaning to. She needed to take a breath and she couldn't do it
with a mouth full of his semen.
Finally, Joanna felt her young body relax and the pleasure slowly
subside. Suddenly sensitive now, she pulled away from the
vibrating saddle. Someone unplugged the machine and it went
quiet. Silence filled the room.
Joanna took a deep breath and looked around the room cautiously.
None of the men had bothered to pull their pants on or zip up.
Five penis were still displayed before her, although now they
were dangling and no longer hard. Joanna was suddenly aware too
of the now cooled fluid on her face that was dripping from her
chin. Looking down at her t-shirt, she saw it was covered with
several dark stains.
The men were no longer standing in a semi-circle around her.
Some were leaning against the wall. The fat man was sitting on
the floor. The path to the stairway was clear.
Suddenly bashful, Joanna felt an urgent need to get away.
Stumbling to her feet, she mumbled, "Um, I need to go now..."
She grabbed her forgotten backpack next to the mailbox.
Tottering forward under her weak legs, Joanna staggered to the
stairs before anyone could stop her.
"Hey, wait..." a voice said behind her. But Joanna was lurching
down the stairs before anyone could grab her. Bounding out into
the magazine room, Joanna quickly oriented herself and exited
through the alley door. She started to run home, not stopping
until she was several blocks away and was certain no one was
following her.
Reaching into her backpack, Joanna produced a pack of Kleenex and
began to clean herself up as best she could. She wiped the semen
from her face, using several Kleenex tissues. Without thinking,
she ran her hand through her hair. Making a face, she stopped
when she touched the cold and jellylike substance that now
adorned her hair. She took more Kleenex out to clean her hair.
It wasn't until Joanna had reached the last tissue before she
realized she hadn't wiped off her t-shirt yet. Fumbling in her
backpack, she tried to find more Kleenex. Instead, her hands
closed on the smooth, glossy cover of the adult magazine she had
smuggled into her backpack.
Pulling out the magazine, Joanna flipped open to a page at
random. She was surprised to see it was a close-up picture of a
woman's face. She was holding a penis in her hand and there were
several strands of semen on her face. "But," Joanna reflected,
"not nearly as much as I had on mine..." For some reason the
thought made her smile.
Shoving the magazine into her backpack, Joanna wiped off her
t-shirt the best she could before tossing the Kleenex into a
nearby dumpster. As she turned to run home, a light rain began
to fall.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading. ~Janus
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