Note: All texts, actions and people on this page are fiction and freely invented and sent by our readers. They should not serve for any form of illegal acts.
For the next evening, it was again on Sunday, Corinna and Alexander had an appointment for a rendezvous in the park behind the castle. Here she crouched in the grass on the pond, waited for Alexander and watched the ducks as they pulled their circles in the water in bright sunshine. A little girl in a pink trailer dress and covered with a straw hat, stepped on the shore with a bag in her hand. In no time in no time a loud chatter fulfilled the air, and they ruined to get a bit.
Excitedly striking with the wings, they bald around the breads that threw the girl into the water until the last piece was devoured. Then they swam back into the middle of the pond to continue their interrupted railway, lurking whether someone is not again appearing to feed them again.
Corinna looked at the clock. quarter past six. Alexander was already overdue for a quarter of an hour.
Why was he not on time? That doesn’t fit him at all, she thought. Then she looked back at the water to continue the hustle and bustle of the ducks observe. It was now the third day when they met in continuous episode. Alexander was an excellent lover, but that was Rudolf too.
In bed it was right between them, at least until recently. And that Rudolf would sleep with her after his return from Japanwieders, she had no doubt about that. So why this relationship? Maybe she wanted to punish Rudolf for his jealousy and violence last Sunday. Punishment as a motive for one Fling? Childish, she thought.
So there must be another reason. But which one? Corinna’s view continued to go to the low hill, behind which Rudolf had taken it so ruthlessly. The picture from last weekend was present again: she took a few steps out of Rudolf. The backlight, this effect was aware of it, showed the contours of her body through the thin, short summer dresses.
This sight of her provoked must have made Rudolf excited. He took them in with quick steps. ’I want you – right here somewhere nearby,’ he hissed, and he had already grabbed her on her arm. ‘Not!’, She fended off.
’People keep coming here.’But that didn’t help. Rudolf dragged her behind the spell, threw her back into the grass and tore himself trousers and panties down to the knees. He did not take her panties out of time. Rather, he pushed her dress up over his navel, pulled the gusset of the panties aside, and he was already lying over her and pushed hard into her.
To stop Rudolf in this constitution appeared without us. So she fit into the unchangeable. But soon exciting showers pulled through their body. On the buttocks and on the thighs she felt an unusual, hot burning.
She soon recognized the cause: nettles. At first she irritated this Brennen. She tried to push her bottom onto a safe surface. But in his senseless lust -or in other words: anger -Rudolf literally nailed her.
She had no chance at all, even a centimeter slide away. Burning was getting stronger, Rudolf’s bumps increasingly violent. She suddenly grasped a completely new feeling. The intense pain became the ’flying heat’.
The effect of the nettles whipped their lust into the unbearable. Po, pelvis and thighs were in bright flames. In addition the wild bumps of Rudolf. As if from senses, she drummed her feet on his buttocks, losing the left shoe.
But at that moment she didn’t notice that, but only when she looked for him afterwards. The highlight was so intense that she almost lost reflection. The orgasm put her whole body into twitching. It was only after a few minutes that she had so far under control that she could rise.
While Corinna followed this memory, she felt a warm breath and at the same time a tender kiss on the neck.
“Oh, you are.“She turned and looked into the face of a happy smiling Alexander, who knelt behind her. “Yes it’s me! Can you forgive me that I let you wait so long? If it had been for you for my longing, I would have been sitting here since the early hours of the morning, simply because I couldn’t expect it to see you again.”” So why did you come so late?““ “I still had to write an essay that I have already sent to the editorial team by fax.” “About which topic?”” Oh, one hairy story.“Corinna looked at him questioningly.
“Yes, about the pubic hair. I can read it to you. I have the manuscript with me.” “Not here.
Let’s go somewhere else, where we are undisturbed.“They rose.
“You look enchanted in this white mini dress. It underlines your youthful slim figure.” “Thank you for the compliment.““ It is not a flattery, but the truth.“Following an inspiration, she took Alexander by the hand and led him behind the hill to the hiding place, where Rudolf had a rage to her exactly a week ago. “Take care that you don’t sit on your nettle again.““ You can be sure of that.“They sat down in the grass, Alexander opposite Corinna. “You wanted to read your new story.“Alexander pulled some folded leaves out of his buttocks.
“Here she is.
I read once. So: ’The last gift in paradise before the first couple of people was driven out of it, it received clothes from skins to cover their nakedness. From this divine gift, the preference of the beautiful gender for everything shortened may come from. It would not have been necessary for the fur dress, at least not for Eva.
Because their most feminine place adorns a natural hair accessories. Venus’s equivalent triangle to express it geometrically has always had a magical attraction for the man. The Queen of Saba, for example, traveled to King Solomon to admire his power and wisdom. However, the Jewish ruler, who was certainly used to a lot from his thousand co -women, was also able to admire unique: her silky pubic hair, which was legend to the navel.
In the front Orient, which had a particular relationship to sexuality due to the fertility rites of the goddess Astarte and the associated temple prostitution, the hair was considered the absolute ideal of beauty at a certain point. Different in ancient Greece. Aristophanes, the great comedy poet, in front of whose ridicule another wise, Socrates, was not safe, lets the girls speak in the lysistrata: ‘When naked we go, with smooth and sheared shame, then the thing will stand to the men,that they want us.’In ancient times, and the many venous statues give us a visual testimony, the epilated, i.e. hairy shame, was considered erotic. So it is reported by Emperor Hadrian that he has removed his pubic hair by hand.’“ Corinna followed the reading, the face pressed against the knees, in the tender attitude of self -love as it is only women and cats.
Alexander interrupted his reading. “Do you listen to me?” “But of course. Hadrian cut off the pubic hair with his own hand with his own hand. You can also shave it to me.”” Don’t be fun.
It is too good for you for that.“Her panties flashed between Corinna’s thighs, under whose lustful transparency the swelling, furrowed forms of their shame sculpted. But Alexander did not let himself be put off by this seductive sight, but continued in his text: “The Renaissance remembered the antiquity and picked up the ideal of beauty of the eternally young Venus. Her artists also showed the goddess of love with smooth, flat shame. But now it was no longer a purely aesthetic question.
Rather, the woman was nessed as far as possible in order not to arouse any forbidden feelings. Nevertheless, an artist, such as the Raffael-Pupils Giulio Romano, with too revealing pictures to the public, he risked his head and collar, but at least his career. So it stayed all the time, so that the philosopher Otto Weininger could still claim that no man, especially the female genital, was beautiful, rather everyone finds it ugly ‘. The optician stimulating signal, which comes from the pubic hair of the woman, was deliberately or unconsciously feared.
You were afraid of the bare truth, because at her sight you got fire like Henry Miller in his ’turning circle of the cancer’: ’About a gap with hair around it. He was so meaningless that he couldn’t stop looking at him.’On the other hand, the custom of the so -called’ pubic hair is due to fertility rites. The guys from the country … “” You can also find my pussy ugly?“Alexander looked up from his manuscript surprised. The arms supported backwards, Corinna was sitting there with wide -open thighs, the panties flipped down to the ankles.
But he immediately took himself. “On the contrary, I can’t stop watching this gap with hair around it. I have to kiss him immediately.“Alexander knelt in front of her, pulled Denslip completely over her feet, lay between her spread legs and pressed a kiss onto her gender. Immediately in front of his eyes, the glittering glittering acorn of her clitoris peeked out of the upper part of the column and rose from the light brown meat of the outer lips.
The nymphs framed the open vagina from which a bewitching fragrance urged the nymphs that were rolled up on the edges. His lips touched the clitoris. He sucked her into his mouth deep and firmly, licked and sucked it. In between he caught her ruffled column and pushed into his tongue.
He loved the salty-bitter taste of their gender.
Corinna enjoyed this game with closed eyes. Her hips started to twitch, the tight thighs trembled. Sweet feelings spread in her pelvis, voluptuous shower crawled up your back. Your column got wet.
In will, she let her back fall into the grass. Her abdomen turned in wild twitches, rearranging her gender of his tongue, which bored deeper and deeper into her column. She roared and stammered. Her initial sigh became a quiet, helpless moaning, while Alexander’s tongue always triggered new waves of excitement into it.
One last time he got Corinna’s clit and greedily licked the delicate, soft buttons. And then it happened: Like a hot, purple wobe it hit her together! She cried out in front of delight! In front of Alexander’s eyes and pumped her gender in rhythmic contractions. Corinna had not noticed her pointed scream himself. But when she opened her eyes for a short moment, she recognized Alexander’s face very close to her and how he put his finger on her lips.
“PST, Corinna, otherwise people will become aware of us.“Then she closed her eyes again. Like long Corinna so dalag, the wonne -volleys emerge of her orgasm, which gradually passed, she did not know it.
“Do it to me too!“Alexander’s voice brought them back to life. “Yes, gladly, Alexander.“Now Alexander was in the grass with his back, and Corinna knelt next to him. She nested on his zipper until she opened her pants and pulled the panties down over the testicles.
Tenderly and yet determined she encompassed the penis shaft and put her lips over the glans. One hand surrounded the testicles, the other massaged the shaft gently while her tongue in her mouth circled a few times over the sensitive acorn edge. Then again she licked her cutting, the glans and foreskin connected. She rubbed the limb sucid until it reached its full size and impact.
“Please stop, otherwise it will come to me,” said Alexander in a pressed voice. Corinna released the penis and thoughtfully looked at the work of her hands and lips. Then she rose, crouched over him, stroked her column with the limb a few times and gradually sank it into it until both gender was covered by the short summer dress.
“Ah, does it well.“The arms supported on his chest, she carried out some slow circular movements, but then paused. Her facial features revealed the voluptuous concentration, while her whole body trembling and her inner muscles play around his limb.
Her upper body had sunk on him, her long, dark hair hid his face, her arms clutched his back. The knees bent, the thighs pressed onto her buttocks, it was now to Alexander to fuck her with rhythmic bumps from below. “Finter, more,” she gasped. Convulsive raised and lowered her pelvis while she answered Alexander’s kicks.
“Oh, that’s nice. Keep going!“The movements were getting faster and faster, and louder and louder. “I’m coming! come with me!“, She came out between broken teeth. Her fingernails clawed into his shoulder.
“I’m ready right away … – now!“A few still strong bumps, one last rearing up, and Alex-Ander also had his orgasm. Exhausted, Corinna dropped on Alexander. Her breath was difficult.
Only her vagina still seemed to be fulfilled with life. Their muscles contracted, and with gentle violence they forced Alexander’s limb out of their gender. Gradually, Corinna found himself again. She rose from Alexander and began to roam her panties over her feet as he pulled the zip of his pants.
Bente she turned his back on him. “Stay the way you stand.“Corinna suddenly paused -she had already pulled the slip over her back of her knees -Alexander knelt behind her and pressed her a long, hearty kiss on her damp column.
Corinna and Alexander sat again in the tailor’s seat, she had the Legs bent and the arms wrapped around the feet. “Your story was not over yet. What was it about the ’pubic hair?“Oh, that was in Alsace.
Then the boys got into the chambers of the young girls at night and gave them out a few pubic hair. They were feared as the ’girlsrupfer and wanted at the same time.“Corinna yawned heartily. “Forgive, but it wasn’t because your story bored me.““ Then there are only two reasons: either you are hungry or you are tired.““ No, I don’t hungry.”” Then sleep something. Meanwhile, I take care of you, like in the back then Swimming pool.“The two lay down close together, and within a short time they were both fell asleep, including Alexander.
When they woke up again, it was dark.
Near together, stroll through the deserted park. The summer sky was over and over with stars. “If you see a shooting star and think a wish, it will come true.““ I just saw a shooting star and thought a wish.” “Which?”” You have it.“And Corinna’s wish fulfilled in the middle of the meadow in front of the castle. Naked, the tremendous woman with the potent man united to form a single voluptuous body, they kept in part to sink the bliss of the moment on this bewitching summer night.
Beautiful moment! Do not pass away. In this lingering while she was in possession of the man’s gender and that in turn filled it completely, Corinna looked at the wandering stars as she silently slid over the black blue firmament, she felt surrounded by the infinity of the room.
In every minute, it occurred to her, hugging hundred and twenty thousands of women as well-many men, twenty-twenty thousand times of the spark on the other sex, is fulfilled by Hun-ratio thousands of times. Arithmetics of lust. At this moment, Corinna and Alexander had part of the fulfillment of these longing for fusion, which is renewed daily and which breaks down even more with every fulfillment.
At this night party of pleasure, Corinna understood what she had previously pondered at the Schlossteich, why she used Alexander -synonymous for the perfection by the other gender -.
Leave a Reply