Everybody fuck me.

Everybody fuck me.

And again a dream ... What is in this story? And where is the guarantee that it, my story, will not turn into a novel, because there is enough material for a whole shelf, that is, for forty volumes, but this is almost Balzac's "Human Comedy". The splendor and poverty of courtesans !!!


Dreams are becoming more perverted and bizarre, but they are all dreamlike and Sonvedic! Oh, you, Carlos, my dear, Castaneda, what would you say to this? About what about the great eagle?


I am preparing the tools for use. Itself. This is what the Great Customer, the Big Grandfather, ordered. We never saw him (or rather, they did not see, but they took me to him, and I saw everything there. Grandfather and grandfather, nothing special! And he is not big, just bald. And the sausage between his legs is also bald and apparently not tasty. Tatyana Sergeevna chewed and chewed it, swallowed almost everything, but then either spat it out or vomited it out. I would have vomited too. I often vomit in general. Almost every day. And sometimes twice a day. And all because of this grandfather and his teams.)


Commands come in the voice of Lucy, that is, she reads them to us. And I do it while everyone is admiringly watching what kind of game Grandfather has invented for us today. Yes, I assure you nothing good! At least for me. Never before has there been anything good in these games, except ... perhaps Him. He stands nearby and wipes the tools, laying them out as Grandfather ordered. We open a small pack of condoms. I have to put them on the instruments myself as I want. One will be without a condom ... As it is. And I myself should choose which one. Intuition tells me that it is more profitable for me to leave the smallest handle as it is.


Then you need to take a photo of the tools in the condoms. Now they will fuck me. It's just called that fuck, in fact, it's not fucking at all. This is Komsomol torture! Komsomolskaya-on-Amur! Komsomol members were tortured there. Yes! What did you think? People of their own free will build a plant and a city in a foreign land amid gnats and rain ??? Throw out this history book and buy another. Although there is no other. Well, then throw a bitcoin on the wallet of the slut Lenochka and she will tell you how it was.


And now ... a free snippet. Torture Komosolkaya-on-Amur.


"Let the slut Lenochka gag herself with any instrument she wants from four. Candyman cannot be changed!"


My inner goddess is triumphant. Correctly left the small handle. Now, this lollipop is in your mouth.


"Have everyone in turn check that she holds the chosen instrument tightly in her mouth, not touching it with her teeth, only her lips."


The ring shrinks around me and the chain begins to whirl.


- With your teeth! Bites him with her teeth!


"If the slut Helen took the tool with her teeth, give her on the cheek or kick her in the ass. If she screams or resists, add claps and punches to obey."


I don’t move. A gentle slap rather stroked the cheek. And then a kiss. Although in a crowd I always close my eyes to make it easier for guys and girls to do it with me, 

and it seems it is not forbidden, I know that it is Him.


"If the slut Helen is obedient, then let him again take the instrument in his mouth, without touching his teeth. Let her figure out how."


This grandfather is a fool. I don’t need to invent anything. He always helps me. He whispers: "You can open your mouth wider for two seconds." For two seconds I can. Everything! A sharp metal tip sticks out of the sponges. I put my lips around it. The whole instrument is in the mouth, snuggled up on the tongue.


"Repeat the check that the instrument in Lenochka's mouth is tight and she does not touch it anywhere with her teeth, only her lips."


- Lips! Yes, lips! Only with your lips! Sponges! With your lips! Is it tight? Oh, but how to check. Can I move it? Stir? Yes, move! Not tight. Yes, not tight. Not tight. Lips, but not tight. Not tight, but lips. Not tight with lips.


Well, have you counted how many of us were there? It should have been twenty. If it turned out less, then someone was sick that day.


"If the instrument in the mouth of the slut Helen does not hold tightly, but she does not touch it with her lips, and this was confirmed by everyone ..."


- Everything?


- Everything! Everything...


"... then they all won, and the slut Helen lost (who would doubt it?). The group gets their winnings, and Helen is punished for a stupid game. For this slut Helen kneels on a wet tile where urine is spilled, and that's it. queues piss on her or in polka dots, of their own choice. If there is a volunteer, then he can kiss the slut and tell her what he wants. The rest, when they write, should loudly and clearly say the phrase: "Slut Lenochka is a cocksucker."


A full pot should be poured over her head. This must be done by the one who kissed her. When everyone is peeing, the slut Lenochka needs to be put in a puddle. Everyone leaves without attracting attention. The reader must call the chief to check the game. "


This grandfather is a fool, I think, and his games are stupid, I would teach him to play. But my thoughts dissolve, because He is already there, and kisses the right cheek, the left. Nobody bothers us. All jets flow in polka dots. Here is such a unanimous choice. Sounds to me and above him in different voices, with a different accent one phrase:


- Slut Helen is a cocksucker. Slut Helen is a cocksucker. Slut Helen is a cocksucker.


Urine has been pouring through the pot for a long time, but he kisses me and whispers: "I love you. Everything will be fine. Just believe." No one wants or risks to interfere with him, because he is stronger, older, and taller than all of them. "Close your eyes. It's over now." He gently pours on the back of my head, on the back, so that urine does not flow onto my face. She's even nice, so warm, otherwise, her knees are already frozen. Everything!


- Come out all. I'll be the last one and put it down. Lyuska, call the boss. She does not need to lie in the cold for a long time, otherwise, she will not give birth later. (She gave birth! She gave birth to two!) I'll put her down at the last moment.


I lie in cooling urine, like in a valley of geysers. The chief is satisfied. Everyone walks in again. Second task. Fucking the biggest tool.


"Let someone from the group 

will choose the largest tool. Others have to confirm that he is. Let everyone in turn stick this tool into the cunt of Helen's slut. The slut needs to cry. When she cries, everyone reads in chorus after the reader:


Our slut is crying out loud

The slut dropped the ball

Hush, Helen, don't cry!

Let's break you a roll.


During the general recitation with a large instrument, the slut is fucked by the one who poured urine on her. He can't fuck her in the beginning.


First, before him, everyone should swing a large instrument into her at least once at the maximum depth until she cries. If Lenochka the slut drops or spits out the first tool, the group and the slut must repeat the second task from the very beginning, after the group completes its execution for the first time. This means that the group won, and the slut Helen lost. The second circle is her punishment. If the slut Helen kept the first tool, then everyone won and everyone gets encouragement from the slut, Helen. She must wash each hole with her tongue, after each poop on the slut Helen. "


(I spit out the first tool. Better two circles, especially since in the first one nobody was able to break my tight pussy with a big tool). But He can. And I know it will be nice. We must cry! I almost forgot to cry. Is it better to cry loudly or quietly? That's it, He already holds me, my legs pushes them apart, and starts to fuck widely. Everyone is amazed. Whisper:


- But I didn't succeed. And mine. She's so tight! Excluded. And her hole is smaller than a tool. See how he jokes. Handsomely. I want that too. Okay, now after him in the second round, we will all fuck her.


He deceives them almost to the very end. In fact, he rubs the instrument deep under the cunt, resting the instrument on the floor, under the ass. He put some towels under his butt and is not so cold and firm. Towels absorb urine and are lukewarm. It's even pleasant, almost pleasant.


- Stop, shout! - he whispers and kisses, kisses me on the lips, where there is no instrument. Kisses so that I immediately finish with a deep chest moan and gush with squirt. In the last friction, he sticks the tool into the current excited cunt. This is our victory! It doesn't hurt at all. And then he pulls out and puts the instrument on the floor next to him, stepping back behind the circle of my group.


- That's how he is her. Cool fountain. She feels so good. I want to take her place. She went crazy! This is good now. She always cries at the end. Grandfather always gives the worst job in the end. Remember, last time we almost all cried with her. I felt so sorry for her. I don't even want to win. And now? You wanna fuck her like him. I want to fuck.


- Yes, second round, let's go. I am the first. No me. I will go. Again it does not fit. He was just there. Her cunt closes so quickly. Yes, she probably just doesn't want to give to us. Okay, let Him! She's already crying. 

We read it all together.


Our slut is crying out loud

The slut dropped the ball

Hush, Helen, don't cry!

Let's break you a roll.


"After completing the second task without a break, take two other instruments. The first instrument should be in the mouth of Helen's slut. If she screams or drops the first instrument, kick her in the stomach and chest, in the face, in the cunt. The group should be like can be more cohesive and must hit three people at a time from both sides, that is, she must get six kicks at the same time. Kick for real. Tie her mouth with a towel so that no one can hear her moans. "


"Yes, Grandfather brings himself!" The slut thinks, but I think that He will still figure out how to do all this best for me, while I myself am flying a little while. Something I don't like about this game. Absolutely. But I can't get out. The instrument is in the mouth and I can't say stop playing. The mouth is busy.


- That's it! - He whispers.


- You lost, the group won again.


He hugs me and kisses me:


- Now I will expel everyone, bear with the last task, and we will be left alone.


I can’t ask what’s wrong with me, but I feel that everything is burning down inside as if there are two smoldering embers inside me. Probably, these firebrands from hell, which, as we are taught, is nowhere to be found. There is no hell, but the embers remain.


"Slut Lenochka must kneel down herself, with her back to the group, so that everyone can see how two new instruments are sticking out of her. Everyone in turn must come up and select only one instrument for testing (Twenty divided by two equals ten). To test each must swing the instrument of his choice three times as deep as possible without making reverse frictions forward and only forward (Ten times thirty and also into another hole) (Hopefully, today many of the group are ill, then it will be less).


If the check passed and the slut Helen did not drop the tools during the check, the slut Helen won and she receives the reward.


If one or both of the instruments fell out of Helen during the check, then the group enters a new circle and fucks the slut, Helen, as many times as it takes for the instruments to hold. (Clearly, the reward - it just says so. Ahead of the slut Helen is waiting for a new punishment. Worst of all that was before.) If you fly away, then everything will last longer and the group will learn to fuck well with male instruments. If I stay now and do not fly away, then I will surely cry out of resentment, but the punishment will be faster. And the group can fuck with each other. Let them fuck each other, I don't mind. I don’t understand my grandfather, why is everyone fucking me? They don't like me. Only He. They love each other, and Grandfather forgets about it all the time. "


Getting into a pose with tools is another quest. Very painful. The embers burn between the legs, they are hard and tear something inside. Something subtle and delicate like a flower. Like a flower ...


He helps me. Lyuska is arguing. He says that Grandfather does not 

wrote that it was impossible to help, and lifts me from the pose of the turtle to the pose of the dog. It's too late to argue. It is done. Now I’m sixty times in total will be fucked by male instruments in the ass and I can’t get my ass and will be punished if I don’t drop the instruments, or they will fuck, more and more, until I leave here or until I keep these instruments. And how to keep them, they are slippery and round? Will it ever end?


But He is near and whispers:


- You will hold. I inserted it. I inserted it deeply, it won't fall out. It will hurt, but you cry, cry. They will pity you, they are kind. You can do it. They will leave soon and we will be alone, only you and me! Cry as soon as the first one will fuck, cry. Don't be proud, cry, I beg you, cry. I love you cry. It hurts me too. It hurts just the same. For my sake, cry quickly.


I'm crying. I will do anything for you. But where are you? I miss you so much!!! Will I see you again someday or not? Will we ever be alone, without everyone? Will my lips someday be free of all the tools there to whisper back to you that I love you or I can only cry for you?

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