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The following has happened. My girlfriend at the time told me what she drove. I wrote it down for you and she published it here under her name. Since she is no longer here, I will publish it here new. Here and there I decorated and revised sensations, but on the whole she experienced it that way. When she read it for the first time, she became so horny that we … so it didn’t seem to have been hit bad.
When “getting horny” she reminded additional sensations and details that I have worked in again. I write from her point of view because she is reporting. Susi: Whether you do my actions? What I did is certainly reprehensible, but happens. Is it going to others too? Exceed boundaries that you do not want to exceed at all? Be different afterwards than before, just because lust won? It was clear to me that when Peter, my friend, mid -20s, good -looking, slim, sporty and nice, with me in Croatia to the nudist.
His imagination, which he told me from time to time, included the observation of other couples at the beach, If possible when fucking. And even a small, self -experienced beach fuck got stuck in his dreams. You have to give men such dreams, they probably need that. At least his sexual performance after such dreams was definitely in my sense. Fucking, we finally enjoyed both enormous fun. To put me down naked somewhere, I had no problems with.
After all, I was only in my early 20, nothing limp, but slim, big, so 1.70 m, equipped with fixed, medium -sized breasts, with small nipples, who are happy to be lusty. Of course shaved like most women, with long blond hair on the head. So I was certainly a feast for the eyes than that I should have been ashamed of my look. And yes, we had already pushed several numbers on local quarry lakes. In contrast to him, I did not like to be observed.
I was enough, his tail to have for me, I didn’t have to see any other. Well to watch another couple, I already imagined amusing. I would certainly not look away all the time. But all day?But he was pretty horny to act as a voyeur. So when I arrived I was excited about what would arise. In the week before, we had practiced abstinence, more out of nonsense. Peter said it would be better for what he was going on on the beach.
Apparently he had informed himself where something was going on at which beach section. Tarely he released me to a certain area of the extensive beach. I was tingling alone because of the long abstinence, before that we fucked almost every day. I needed it, just like him. If Peter was not on hand, I just did it myself. But for a week.. No … what was going on on this beach was something special. I followed Peter. You only came to the beach over a few difficult rocks to run.
So it was probably ensured that only the insiders went there. Wherever Peter knew what was going on was his secret. At least there were approx. 50 pairs and sunbathed. All age groups. I saw it calmly that there were also a number of couples, so at our age were underneath. Not solely sunbathing, was the order of the day, no if it came over, they fucked in front of everyone else. So this was a kind of swinger beach with an accessible guarantee. Immediately when it started and a couple of deleted in clear fucking movements, many, especially men, stood up from their beach towels, plus a number of other men and jerking out of a nearby grove, in the circles around the fucking, their cocks.
Nobody did the fucking couple, but looked exactly. Even comments such as z. B. “How long he would need” were exchanged among each other. After a few days I got used to the fact that a crowd of people formed somewhere. I knew something was going on there. Fuck, blow, lick, whatever. Peter always urged that he wanted to go there too, watch. I let him go and he always came back with a thick latte. I imagined to lie there and fuck in the middle and to be surrounded by so many wanking cocks.
It was not such a pleasant idea. No, I didn’t want that. I was certainly not entirely without imagination, but that was too … like actually?, At least not right. I didn’t really know how this pack of the wank men would react and gang bang was an absolute Nogo for me. My Peter was enough for me. While I had a boyfriend, I never had a fuck with another. Just smooched from time to time, or I was spoiled on my sweet nipple.
But before it came to the extreme, I always broke off. As I said, if right near us, we had had the same place to sunbathe for days, a little fuck was always, Peter was always horny, his not insignificant tail stood up and he started to rumble around to the action to rumble around. It was not the terrific fulfillment for me to be fiddled with my slit when he moved into his lust from another couple, but well I had it done.
Sometimes his smacking finger stuck deep inside me. I got wet and horny too. I just didn’t want to be fucked. The expected male grape scared me. Maybe we found a lonely corner where I could give in to his desires?However, Peter wanted to go to other couples again and again when there was nothing going on near us. When I couldn’t say no anymore, I accompanied Peter there. A well-built couple was just in the process of folling each other in a 69-year position.
The man pulled her labia apart so that the bystanders could see it well, and she sucked his cock that it was a pleasure. As usual, we surrounded the couple at a distance of 1 m. About. 10 people had joined us. Fortunately, there were other women who apparently delighted the sight. I didn’t want to be the only one. Since what they did was very good and they also took time, more and more beach visitors were added.
So I stood there with Peter. He posted in the front row and I was so half right behind him. I didn’t like that at the very front, but the show was stimulating, I had to admit. Man, could lick. And his cock in her mouth made an appreciative smile from me. Peter really went to watch what could be seen very well on his rather high -built tail. Soon the first traces of mucus were formed on his red acorn.
As when always watching, he began to fumble with his right hand with his right hand. Well, she was not as uninvolved as I would have liked it, so his fumbling on my clit also turned me on something. Then he jerked his cock a little again, often garnished with the juice he got out of the pussy. Since other couples did exactly the same deeds as I noticed in a panoramic view, I let him.
Sometimes he reached his cock, sometimes he stroked the clit, sometimes he penetrated into me. But thank God, it was not just we both who caused these smacking noises all around. Some other wife who was also folled grabbed her companion and jerked him. I didn’t do that. But I didn’t want it too intense and tried to ward off several times when he wanted to penetrate too deeply into me.
I always came across a gentleman, or better: to the best piece of this gentleman, as I noticed in a short side view. Of course, his cock also liked this spectacle. That went so several times and every time I fought out Peter’s deep penetration, I had his cock on my butt. He probably didn’t see why I was pushing him. It may be that he said that I wanted something from him, may be that it was a coincidence, in any case he soon put his cock so that he was constantly bumping into the buttocks from behind.
I felt hard and firm to bump into myself. That was rather annoying over time, because his glans also dripped a bit and soon covered his juice my buttocks, the tickle and how. So I put backwards and put his cock on the side and removed his mucus on my butt. It didn’t take long to have his cock in my hands during the action. What should I do with it? I just didn’t want to be tickled.
I didn’t want anything from him. He had a really large device, it was only short touches, but they really had it all. Peter fiddled from the front, my clit felt like electrically loaded. And this tail. What excited me? I liked it? My subconscious told me, horny, it takes care of it, my consciousness said to me, it doesn’t go well in the crowd. Although I absolutely didn’t want it, it started to insist in my vagina violently.
I felt that I got more wet. If Peter hadn’t quite made it all the time, it happened here. The face of the stranger was now close to my ear and I felt his warm breath. What sensations should you have if the friend’s hand hung the pussy from the front and a horny tail threatened from behind? I was overwhelmed. I forbade myself to touch this cock again.
How did I get out of it? Before I thought, it had happened again. The tail literally stuck on my buttocks. The sun and its moisture ensured that his cock no longer loosened from me. Of course I could have shouted out loud, why didn’t I do it or run away, but something inhibited me. Peter I didn’t want to spoil his fun, cause no turmoil and somehow I liked this completely crazy situation.
I talked to myself that it was Peter who healed me with his fingers so much. The guy behind me now reacted to my renewed cleansing. When I felt his cock and left to the left of my body, he held my hand so that I couldn’t let go of his cock. I looked at him, over my shoulder and thought to me “Please don’t. I … I don’t want that! Please, do not do that! Peter show, send him away ”but I didn’t get a word out.
Peter was more busy with himself, watching and his fingers in me. I looked at him, turned half to him for the second time. However, now I still had his cock in my hand. He had a sun -brewed face, might be in her mid -30s and had very nice even teeth. He smiled. His gaze seemed to say, “if we stand around here, then we can also make the best of it.
It’s not that bad”. Since the men, few women were among them, were very tight, it was apparently nobody noticed what we were doing here. Or better he with me. My gaze went to his cock, which was still firm in my hand. All of this only took a few seconds. It felt like an eternity. He let go of my hand, unspeakably slowly, I slid away from his cock with my hand, stripped the red -swollen glans and turned around again.
I felt his liquid between my fingers. I blew the air out of my cheeks. What was that?I almost didn’t care what was going on there. The man was just fucking his wife in front of him and Peter jerked himself off with rather glassy eyes. His fingers couldn’t get to me anymore, he needed her himself. Would he spray on the two? The guy behind me now removed his mucus lane on my back.
Of course only to have his hand explored my butt extensively. He fumbled both cheeks. I liked that? I was like in a trance. I didn’t stop him. I had both hands free, I could have done something. He pulled the left buttocks apart against the rights and together. The smacking sound could certainly be heard everywhere. I winc if it would notice Peter that my pussy was that had just smacked.
Shortly afterwards he let go of me. But soon his cock had landed from the butcher in the middle of my pofalties. Both baking surrounded him almost completely. I thought no, there wasn’t much away to the love slot anymore. Rather, I almost localized him where he should be if he took me anal. His drop of pleasure ran down the butt. What would happen if it continued to me in the middle of the pussy? Centimeter by centimeter she made the liquid on the way.
I couldn’t or did not want to react as it would have been reasonable. I stood there and enjoyed, I said, enjoyed? I stood there and felt his touch. Even when he continued to hike with his hands, around my shoulder blades, along my back, to the front to my breasts, I weren’t twitching. I thought shit when he touches it and feels how steeply the nipples are, then, yes what then? His hands came from both sides, on the underside of my breasts they remained.
My breath was difficult. His hands followed my breath, up and down … I thought further, why don’t you prevent him from tackling you on the nipples? why? He took the decision to me. His hands slowly stroked the bottom of the chest, conquered them until they were in his hands. Soon he had my nipples between his fingers. A stab, like hot iron drove me through the hard nipples to deep into my abdomen.
What a sweet feeling. Wow, he makes your nipples horny. I thought that when Peter had fun in the front, I could have mine here too. After all, I had already experienced it that way, despite Peter, some other people feel my nipples. It was not the limit that I had imposed when I was in a steady relationship. … damn, I stupid cow, I let myself be fiddled with a stranger on the chest.
In front of everyone. Disgust in front of me and lust for him, combined. In one moment spiritual clarity, I loosened his hands away from my chest and pushed it on my back. He didn’t try to assert himself, which I found very pleasant. But he didn’t give up. His tail lowered his goal in my pofalta. I didn’t do anything. I felt delivered, although I could have done everything about it.
I stood there as rooted. Now his glans was exactly where he had to go, we would have wanted to do it anal. Thank god, he didn’t do it. He continued. And pop, he slid slowly but steadily in the middle of my labia. He feared her from behind, his glans made his way in the middle of. I even thought to hear the sound when something slides between a slimy pussy. But can also be horny imagination.
My pussy was wet, that was not to be hidden. His cock felt safe and presumed it as an agreement. I tried to feel how big he was with my labia. Whether out of lust or because he was really so stately. I liked it. Point. He stayed still, as if he wanted to give me time to think about it. Very little. Really only very little, he moved him between the labia. Grrrrr, who can stay quiet? I didn’t know another.
Stunned, I looked at his face stunned, he grazed at my horror, or was it a horny look? And continued to pull his glans with relish from the back to the front and back through the labia hills. As if he wanted to say: “Well, if you don’t move, that means that you are not completely averse to fuck with me … You are horny … and want to be fucked … now tell me!“We hadn’t changed a word yet and yet the looks spoke exactly what we thought.
It was incredibly embarrassing and I bit my lips with shame. Just to say nothing wrong. With his cock on my wet pussy, I had crossed a border that I had never taken before. Another man had never come so close when I had a firm friend. His cock was ready to put on my pussy. Apparently I had just signaled him with my eyes that he could take me.
I had never cheated on my Peter. Sometimes a kiss here or a fumble there, but so … no. It was the first strange cock since I was with Peter, who wanted to enter my love cuts there. I didn’t want to set a wrong signal. With a desperate look I wanted to convince him of the opposite. I looked at him and as if I wanted to say: “Please, I can never become my friend unfaithful and cheat on him.
Please do not do it. Please … I don’t want. You can’t understand me? Do not tempt me. It is difficult for me to do without this offer. “So I tried to dissuade him from his project. But it didn’t use anything. After all, I didn’t say a word. I wouldn’t have known whether he would have understood my language at all. Maybe he “heard” the last part of my gaze with “offer” and “unspeakably difficult” ..? He gave me a robust look back, according to the motto: “Your friend doesn’t have to know anything about it, little one! He is also busy.
“. In his eyes I saw depth, I saw that he definitely wanted to take me. He wanted to do it with me. He just waited for my nod. He grabbed his cock with his hand and introduced this erect part to my gate so that it knocked directly on the spot where the entrance to my pleasure center was. A little more pressure and he would have suffered into me. There are people around it and I stand there, a cock on my pussy, shortly before the penetration.
I got unspeakably hot. My column felt gossiping wet. I felt the hot glans on my labia. I fought against it that she opened. Opened even more to be precise. It was hopeless! I stood there, like a sacrificial lamb in an almost grotesque situation. My body was ready to fuck. My pussy expected the first push hungry. And my naked body was at the mercy of his greedy looks. He looked at me excitedly, I noticed that with a new side glance.
He pushed his penis more into the column. So according to the motto, “but you want it!“The resistance of my mind was lower to how my labia deviated apart. I lowered my head? Why didn’t my arms defend that? A violent and intense shower let me flinch when his glans finally overcame my barrier and slid wonderfully easily into my vagina. It was not that easy for him, I was surprised how that could happen at all.
Apparently he had the right height that he could take me from behind, standing, standing. I had to grin. Confused or outraged to feel it in me like this, I started to chew in front of him, climbed on my heels my thighs pressed together. This happened unconsciously in an instinctive defense reaction, but my rearing down, his cock drove into my vagina all the deeper. I tried to tackle it, but my guilty conscience fought a hopeless fight against my ever more intense pleasure and lust.
It was an irrefutable fact that the tail was in. It was not a fleeting encounter, Pure, out, but a violent and intense Contact. He was in me, permanently. The glans felt big, the tail pushed into me and the whole mood on the square was laid out on fucking. How could I be calm?In vain and without emphasis my defense was. Too certain his plan. Too certain that I could no longer resist this.
But here?, it shot through my head. I leaned over to Peter, held onto his shoulder and whispered in his ear that I had to pee. The forward movement of my body allowed the stranger to further penetrate me. He had almost completely penetrated me. To say no now, nobody would have believed. The signs of my excitement were too clear. He had slipped into me too easily. I held on to Peter, who was still looking glassily, still jerked and from behind a strange cock was in me.
Strange and yet real. The stranger registered my slippery excitement naturally and I felt his grin behind my back, although I didn’t see it. Why had I said Peter that I wanted to go peeing? No idea. Peter was so fascinated by the birds in front of him that he only nodded with his head absent. So it should be. What did I get on?Now maybe I wanted to be fucked, very probably even, but certainly not here.
So either stop somewhere else or. So I thought. I gasped and sharpened my breath. Why was it so incredibly wonderful to have this massive cock in me?Make very weak and compliant, overwhelmed by my feelings, I took his hand, his tail gliding from me and pulled it out with me. Only 20 m further was a rock around us around which we were going around. I wanted to avoid too much public, a good hiding place.
I didn’t know why, or still? I encompassed a boulder with my hands, leaning forward so that he could take me from behind. I banned any interference to my conscience. He couldn’t be asked for long. Grotesk, we haven’t changed a word yet, but his cock touched my gate again. He pushed in gently, I willingly let him come. I instinctively spread my legs a bit so that he could better penetrate me.
If I had only dealt with his persistent urge before. His cock started to push me when I put my feet on the floor and moved in his rhythm. So I finally gave myself up and his shaft penetrated completely through the sweet, tight passage into my humid paradise. A wide, hot wetland biotope that had already been longing for the potent visitor. I admitted to being unspeakably horny.
It was just overire, the absolute madness, so to be taken so wonderful by him. Inspired by Peter, horny by the couple in front of us and now fucking themselves. In my lust I groaned from suppressed desire and the suddenly in me pioneering lust, loudly open. Crazy, hard to describe feelings rest through my body. I had never been stimulated so much before, never before I had experienced such a sweet penetration. My love channel was incredibly supple, nestled around the penetrating penis and the sweet friction on the partitions almost made me crazy about lust.
My lust channel was narrow than ever, but did not oppose the longed -for intruder any resistance. On the contrary, I literally sucked my cock into my inner. I had never opened up to a man so willingly, even if I was still completely desperate in my subconscious. But I opened myself as far as possible for the mighty conqueror and now even pushed myself out with my butt. If he wanted me, please.
Then he should take me. The whole situation had grasped me in a love strudel. I looked back at breathlessly amazed. I could hardly believe it. But his penis in me clearly told me that I had actually been climbed by him and actually fucked with him. He noticed my incredulous amazement, laughed quietly and pushed all the more demanding. Although he had successfully taken me in his possession and I didn’t defend myself against him, he pushed me even deeper.
Now he held my shoulders to be able to support himself better. It probably gave him additional pleasure that he could move me back and forth and I was now completely at the mercy. I was probably at the mercy of my own lust. I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked by him. Yes. Really. Hard. I looked down at me curiously through my legs. His abdomen raised and lowered absolutely evenly. I could see his phallus without any problems when he pulled it out of it to delay it.
If he was in there, he moved back and forth like a machine in time. Seeing the sight of his giant cock was just cool. The shiny glans looked at me as a prompt. He looked over my shoulder and his gaze revealed “Well, … what did you say, baby? I knew I would fuck you! And also that you will enjoy it!”. I nodded. Yes, it was like that. I enjoyed. Now he changed his shock tactics and worked on me with short, hard bumps.
He drove his phallus harder to me than before. In front of bliss I turned my eyes. Against my will I crunched out cozy, advertising shock sounds. But no matter. He should know that what he did was in my sense. That I wanted me to be fucked. He encompassed my body and soon he had both breasts in his hands. How wonderful it is to be pushed down and to get the nipples neatly kneaded at the top.
He worked on me like a crazy with his giant, moaned hoarse, continued to stick to the breasts. Everywhere on my partitions I felt this large glans hike along and keep penetrating his long stake. “I fantasized with lust:” Yes, fuck me, do it to me, do it again and again. “I looked at him. In fact, his eyes revealed the greed of repetition, even if we were not yet finished with the first fuck.
“You get my cock more often between your legs!“I was blown up with these thoughts that his eyes expressed. Because they meant that he wanted to fuck with me more often past Peter. At the moment I was ready. If he had really spoken it, I would have said at that moment, “yes, take me, fuck me so well every day. “Peter was far. Oh god, what kind of thoughts I had? “Every day this cock”, my brain flows through it.
Inside I struggled for that. But even more strongly made me show that I had already resigned myself to being fucked again by him and felt so much fun at the performance. Apparently I liked it much better to have this giant cock between my legs than I dared to admit at that moment. But I was not as sure of my feelings and with it myself for a long time as I still secretly pretended.
I felt broken back and forth between my loyalty towards my friend and my sexual needs that I had obviously just discovered. Not yet fucked and think about the next time. How terrible. Fortunately, he noticed nothing of my self -doubt and that I found more and more taste to fuck with him. The guy simply fucked me vigorously with his chosen rhythm. My vagina was now wet and so it was very easy for him to take me.
Inside I was almost torn from my doubts, but my body no longer obeyed me and reacted by itself. I didn’t want it, but I couldn’t help it. I accompanied every wonderful shock with a deep, lustful moaning. Soon my groan passed into a hoarse scream and I started to reply his bumps. With all my might I picked up my buttocks, jerked and springed up and down with my butt.
The guy now increasingly pushed merciless. As if he wanted to say: “You feel my cock, baby? Can you feel it right, baby? Feel my hard, horny cock in you? Can you really enjoy him, baby?“Again I looked at our pleasure center below me and heard him gasped. It was no wonder that under these circumstances I was even more lustful to him: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I … I feel you, I feel the cock as he twitches! It … it’s crazy! I … I can’t … not with you, but cool!“I found his bumps in response to my words not pronounced:“ You want it!“I screamed like on the spit.
Finally I confessed to it completely. I enjoyed. “Yes, yes … yes … I enjoy it! … and how I enjoy it! Oh god … you are still doing me … uuh … crazy with your … wonderful … tail! Yes, yes, yes … I enjoy it … I enjoy it!“For the first time I was very aware that I wanted to be fucked. “I … I love how you … uuh … fuck! Oh yes, … yes, yes, yes, you are so … so incredibly deep in me!“I groaned hoarsely without knowing whether he was understanding me at all.
I threw my head from one side to the other. I picked up my head again, looked down at me extremely horny and saw my shame between my spread legs, in which my lover’s huge member raged. It was really a horny sight to watch the massive cock, how he shared my vulva for a gap and drove back and out again and again into me. His bumps almost drove me to the heart.
He suddenly made slow as if he wanted to ask if he should stop. So shortly before! No … please don’t … stop! Keep it up … please, please continue, hammering it in my skull. No, don’t stop! Oh yes … yes, don’t stop! … dear God, it is … that is nice … that is horny, so … to feel so deep in me!“Deep in my subconscious there was a tiny rest of the woman who was very ashamed to make the guy so willingly and uninhibitedly given myself to the guy.
However, it was only a weak evasive of earlier pride, more of a flexed feeling in my stomach, a mixture of guilt, scruples and injured self -respect. Unfortunately it wasn’t strong enough to save myself from myself. The woman unknown to me on the rock face against it, reared up under her lover, pressed her butt over his limb and felt how deeply in her abdomen orgasm construct. “No Please not! There was one last rearing up, no orgasm.
I am not allowed … I can’t do it?!“But my sudden rebellion probably served to maintain the illusion of an honest friend. It should keep me a last remaining self -respect before I got into ecstasy completely. It came violently to me and my hoarse screams only fumbed when I felt hotly streamed in myself. The hot surge I felt was his sperm, which he enjoyed in my vagina with relish.
In the highest lust I curved my body shaken by an orgasm, climbed onto my heels and my shoulders. Like a bridge, I bulged my body towards my lover to take his wonderful shaft even deeper into me. He supported me, grabbed with both hands under my butt and pulled me close to his abdomen and ejaculating phallus. I looked backwards. He too trembled violently and I knew immediately that it had just been violent for him.
Whatever I had found in relation, scruples, fears, was now forgotten and no longer played a role. Now I was just a willing counterpart for the unleashed stallion in me, which filled his mare with his seed to cover her. Totally through the wind as I was, I didn’t want to have it any other way. The horny woman just wanted to be mated. He knew exactly what he was doing and pumped my sperm with small but tough splashes into my love column with small but tough ones.
The fact that I no longer knew what I was about to do was showed my shrill screams with which I cheered him on, even borrowed it to get me: “Oh yes, … yes, … yes, oh yes! … Give it to me! … yes, yes, yes, yes! Dear God … it is beautiful!! Yes, yes, yes, yeah … don’t stop now! Please, please don’t … stop!“I was like his senses and I didn’t know what had driven into this raging, horny cat! No … unfortunately I only knew too exactly what had driven into me! Namely the biggest, thickest and … the most wonderful cock that I had ever seen was driven into me and which I was enthusiastic about.
It was so beautiful, so unspeakably beautiful and new for me to have such a massive phallus in me and to experience it in full action. Then I broke together exhausted, but satisfied like never before, together. Shortly afterwards his limb slipped out of me, I turned to him. He was heavily breathing from me. We both needed a long break to take a short breath. I looked at the guy.
His bedding cock was still brown of the sun from an impressive size and its entire body was flawless, slim, dark -haired and very muscular. He had cushed me in a way and took it for granted! A less than half an hour had passed since our escape from the group and I was able to think more clearly with the abolition of my orgasm. Now that it happened, the girlfriend in me won the upper hand again. I got red with shame and thought with horror, what kind of light prey I was for him.
I even thought of letting me take again. The bad thing was that I had felt a pleasure in the arms of this guy like my friend not yet. I didn’t even love the guy. Nevertheless, I felt in his arms, experienced deep lust and an incredible satisfaction that was never experienced beforehand. My knees were still trembling when I thought of the sleep. I said to the guy, who grinned me in a friendly way that I have to go now without being sure that he understood it.
But he let me pull and gave me a big kiss on my mouth. “You again tomorrow, you best cat,” he said in broken German. I was cheating! He wanted to fuck me even more often. In my thoughts I had already agreed! I just couldn’t believe it and the total panic spread in me. Why did I do that? My friend was no longer enough for me in bed or had this bull in me brought wishes that I didn’t know so far? Or was it just because I liked this whole scenario on this fuck beach.
Or was it because I was fed up with Peters and wanted to wipe him out one? I went briefly into the sea for washing and then back. The group around the couple had dissolved. The couple was ready. Peter had gone away, he was on our bath towels. He looked at me questioningly where I came from. I just said “Fucked there too”, which I finally said to the truth. I wondered while I was tired in the sun, if I should take this cock a second time.
I clearly felt how he had satisfied me. Part iider fuck with the guy was horny, no question. Nevertheless, the guilty conscience plagued me. Less that I had done it, Peter was at least shared because he had found it so much to join other fucking than to deal with me. He could have had the same thing. And actually he should have realized that someone was going around me when we watched the fucking couple in front of us.
I was more horrified by me that I liked it that way. Despite my concerns. I had a really nice orgasm. Just like that, standing with a stranger. Otherwise it took me longer to work with a man that I came. Such a horny orgasm that I had never experienced with Peter. Scary. Probably, thinking about this great experience, I would forget all morality again if he touched me again.
Like wax in my fingers … I even dreamed of how he fucked me again at night and woke up sweaty. The sweat was everywhere, yes everywhere. “You again tomorrow,” shot it through my head again and again. My brain adopted the pictures that I had seen as I was about to climax. I couldn’t touch the wet pussy at night, otherwise it would have exploded. And I couldn’t talk to Peter about it? What should he think of me?He wanted to have me again, that was clear and clear.
I was awesome, also clear and clear. I just couldn’t think about it anymore. Don’t let him touch him again. In the morning Peter took me. He was surprised why I was so easy to climb. I usually took some time in the morning to come to me. The morning fuck needed a start -up time. Not today. Peter fucked me. He was lying on me and pushed into me. I felt intense. As if he, the stranger, would take me.
I was gone, far away. The following day I avoided going back to the place where it all happened. Sun, beach, different surroundings, I thought I would have overcome it. But in the second night I got the same dream. Again the stranger pounded me, again he pushed his hot cock into my tight cunt, again, after initial concerns, I had felt enormous desire to let him in and experienced a fabulous orgasm again.
The dream Was so realistic that I woke up completely horny from my own groan. Welded, with completely wet pussy. Why not, I thought. I slept in Summer Always with panties and T-shirt, here with a very tight, sleeveless shirt. Peter next to me slept a deep sleep, he grumbled evenly. Why not? I took my fingers and stroked my breasts. It was little effort to solve them from the T-shirts carriers.
I put a hand on myself. It was wonderful. I pulled out my panties, put it on my stomach and stroked me to a grandiose orgasm. The thoughts are free, I thought before I fell asleep satisfied. The thoughts of him and the fuck together. But when I dreamed that I even made it in the middle of the night, what would happen if he would meet again? I did not know it.
Then it was fate to let him close it again so close to me? Or should I avoid seeing him again? In the interests of our friendship, between me and Peter, the thought prevailed to forget everything. I didn’t tell Peter anything about it. I buried my considerations deep in me. Maulig was Peter the next morning. He didn’t want to get up. Actually, he would have been to get rolls. We had a chic apartment not far from the beach.
There was a small bakery nearby. We always got our breakfast rolls alternately in the morning. After all, he wanted to go to an apartment, and not to the hotel, because he was faster on his swinger beach to watch others fuck. In the hotel we would have got our breakfast ready for muzzle. Here we had to prepare it ourselves. Of course, the thought flashed again right now that I wouldn’t have got this grandiose orgasm.
Peter had wanted this swinger beach. There was no such thing with me. So not in public. Fucking was private for me. And the exception was the guy who had healed me the day before yesterday when watching a fucking couple so that I went with him, or he had it taken with me and I took me from him. Forget it, I switch myself. I was hungry, which rarely occurs with me in the morning. So I decided to get rolls myself.
Quickly the night shirt and a summer dress pulled over your nakedness. I had moved out my panties at night in masturbation and now left Peter as a little encouragement on my stomach. Now I couldn’t find it anymore. I left the apartment in this way. I didn’t care about walking around so half -naked because other women were just as dressed on the street. In the backlight, the suspicion quickly became clear that there was little below.
Why did they not wear panties? Had experienced the similar? But they were right. Why put on big here when you threw everything from yourself half an hour later on the beach?I wanted to hurry to be back when Peter became awake and of course to be there in front of the people who liked to stand in line when it came to picking up the best rolls. Strangely enough, all people wanted to buy rolls there at the same time at a certain time.
Damn I thought, but too late, but dawned too long. The shop was fuller. Going somewhere else also failed, the next shop was far away. I didn’t feel like it. So into the fray. I stood in a snake in front of the bun edition and waited patiently. Slowly I got warm. The people and the bakery in it made you really sweat, even if it wasn’t even 20 degrees outside. I was glad not to get anymore.
I remembered my dream again pensively. The sweat ran between my legs. I almost met the pussy. Since the guy … I was horny. Papperlapapp, forget it. Should I jump into the cool water briefly before I went back to Peter, I thought about it. Should I do it again on the beach? Look into the sun, hear the sea rushing and fiddling with me, thinking of these strangers, feel his cock? The beach was not far and there was little operation so early.
The snake was endless. Suddenly I felt a wheezing on my back. I instinctively turned around and saw:. The guy who had taken me the day before yesterday. I was startled and turned red. Actually, I didn’t want to meet him anymore, at least not so quickly to be able to digest the whole thing better. He smiled at me “Hi, I Carlo”. I knew that he could hardly German, at least I knew his name now. I smiled back and he said with a regretful finger to the snake: “You much time”.
I nodded and turned my gaze back to the front, hoping that it was in conversation. But far from it. “You don’t get there yesterday, I’m waiting to take you. “What should I say about it? That I wanted to avoid meeting him yesterday because I feared that exactly what he wanted to happen now would happen? That I had made it myself tonight of greed, with lust for him? That I hardly thought of anything else? That I even wanted to go to the beach now, do it myself and think of him?”No time yesterday,” I dropped into the disabled jargon that was used if someone couldn’t do a real German.
In any case, he did not learn how to get there. “You time today?“He didn’t let go. He had me on an invisible fishing. I felt exactly how my little friend revealed me down there. It was no longer just the sweat of the hot bakery that spread with me, oh no. I switch myself, stupid thing, how can you get so pointed in the early morning of a vacation acquaintance.
Crazy. I knew exactly at that moment, he would do something now to seduce me that my resistance was more on a thread that I was also ready to cut myself. Maybe he left me alone. Somewhere inside, part of my body started to regret this. But my rebellious pussy, my little sneaky girlfriend, turned up immediately and insisted on a breakfast. Of course, my pussy didn’t mean rolls.
What did I say crazy as I was?”Let’s see. “Apparently the guy had an enormous testosterone level early in the morning. Should there be men. In any case, he took this “let’s see” as a direct request. With skillful hands he slowly pulled my dress up behind. Apparently he wanted to control what I would have underneath. Oh no, I thought with myself, it starts again. But I hadn’t almost said yes to him? I felt that he saw my bare butt.
The lazy Peter was still in bed and the one here was already approaching me. Peter Pennte, could have delighted me this morning. After Carlo had convinced himself that nothing would hinder him during his visit, he began to take my buttocks into account. He pushed his hand under my dress, which was not particularly difficult, because it just barely covered the butt and stroked my buttocks. “You are good for hand,” he whispered to me.
Hopefully he made sure that nobody else saw it. I certainly didn’t want everyone to see in the bakery, how he fought me around my buttocks. Why did I actually let him? Why was my worry that someone saw it, bigger than worrying that he was fucking around there at all?I could have said “Leave it”. “You nothing today”, “You I do my days today” or something. This is certainly understood in all languages. But somehow it turned me on.
When I dreamed of it, with him. I let myself go. The snake didn’t get shorter, what people bought. His hand kneaded my buttocks. He researched every centimeter. Sometimes he grabbed her, sometimes he only gently stroked his fingers over it. Well, I thought, if you are already in line, better if someone plays on your butt. I was terribly ordinary logic. Terrible. He probably felt that I melted as much as the butter that had bought a guy in front of me.
Now Carlo picked up my butcher and pulled her a little to the side. As a result, the labia loosened and jumped up a little. So far they were still in deep sleep and completely locked. His pats worked as a key. Or were they actually no longer fell asleep tonight? I noticed that in my abdomen not only the hunger emitted feelings, but also The pure lust. No matter I thought it has happened before and now it just happens again.
I more and more enjoyed the pats and felt that besides the wet of my pussy, the labia filled with hot, lustful blood. I fell for him again? I felt my downfall. So the downfall of my moral ideas. A touch of him and away was my resistance. I had ever thought of letting me play in a bakery on the pussy?Carlo worked slowly to the middle. His finger gently slid through my poreates, fiddled with her briefly and turned to the regions that were certainly deeper.
I felt a pull in my stomach, a buzz in the abdomen, a throbbing of the desire when I felt that he didn’t just want my buttock. I felt delicately on my labia, he didn’t want to go into me here? I was captured again in this insane pleasure and the fluctuation because of my friend. Before that I thought that once is not once. Times with him, because of the mood fuck o. K. but more? My limit was already very clearly moved.
I wanted that at all? Since I didn’t pull my butt away, my body actually replied. I could have said it that way to Peter. Once added to the lust. I could have blamed him because he had horny me and the guy had used it for himself. But now? Well that Peter was not there and the guy managed to jump on me all by myself? I knew that this guy managed to make me absolutely willful.
Willless? No, I wasn’t a victim, I had a firm will, I wanted to be fucked. No, not either, not passive, I wanted to fuck, fuck him, that’s how it looked. His fingers drove through the outer labia and shared them. Immediately my treacherous pussy got even more wet. He gently stroked the clit. Like small electric shocks it drove through me. Getting played in the middle of a bakery on the Klit has something.
I would never be able to order buns anymore. My excitement grew. I would come here in front of everyone? I instinctively grin. “What you get?“The seller tore me out of my horny thoughts. “I orgases … , uh, 4 bright rolls!“I could just save myself. The grin on my face when I left the bakery did not escape Carlo. He followed me. I could have went home to Peter. I stood at the intersection, where we left our apartment and right to the beach.
I had it in my hand. Of course I didn’t go to our apartment but to the beach. My pussy pounded and my juices ran. I expected a hot fuck. I wanted it. The few bulky rocks to the swinger beach I overcame effortlessly. Without turning around, I took off my dress and went into the water completely naked. I heard the splashing right behind me. “You fuck?”” Yes, fuck horny!“I revealed myself. “You beautiful breasts and sweet ass.
“Yes, he could have the most important things in German. Even in the water, he managed to accommodate my cock in the pussy. Horny, I thought, being fucked in the middle of the sea, how great. But soon it was too difficult, we went back to the beach. I was horny for him. I didn’t care. I put it on my back right on the beach. This time I won’t deviate, on any hidden rock niche. I didn’t care.
I wanted to fuck, just like him. I admitted to myself that I was so horny that I had forgotten everything around. I had dreamed of this man for two days, dreamed how he took me again and again and again. Now I got it. I wanted it. here and now. As soon as I had blown his cock, the first spectators came. They discreetly set up a little 1-2 m from us. Mostly men. They jerked their cocks and watched us.
I didn’t need that, but if you wanted it, I didn’t care, I wanted to fuck. I would have walked away two days ago. But now. I heard how they cheered us on. They certainly looked at me from behind in my wide hole, as Peter had done when the woman lost her husband 2 days ago. No matter, you should. The circle became narrower. Fortunately, some women were underneath.
It somehow made me more carefree than being surrounded by men. I rode Carlo. Upside down. So that everyone could see around how their cock pushed into me. I felt his cock penetrated into myself again. I felt this damn part in me again. Damn it was good. This acorn, closely slapped to your mucous membranes. Deep in you this hard cock. You don’t even understand the language properly and you can fuck so well with him, it shot through my brain.
In front of me, when I opened my eyes, only thick cocks and men who worked on their wives’ cunts. His hands took my breasts and twirled the nipples, how cool. The wanking cocks came closer and closer. I could have gripped afterwards. There were beautiful, thickness. I wondered if they would soon inject with lust on me. I didn’t care. I always rode Carlo undisturbed and was about to come. My clit nestled on his stomach with every push, my clit was excited to the burst.
My Möschen wrapped him, delayed, pushed again and fucked him, fucked him damn intensely. A look at the round again before I wanted to let myself fall uninhibitedly. Shout out an orgasm, so they should see how it went here. I felt how it came to me. Skruplel were all fucked away. My Möschen needed it. My senses were fully set to fuck and soon satisfied. “Come on me, fuck me, do it to me uah oh, yes, further, keep it,” I said without knowing whether he understood it.
But I think he knew what I wanted. … then I saw him. I could no longer cancel the orgasm, he literally overlooked me. I came. I couldn’t prevent it. For which too? I looked into his eyes. Peter stood right in front of me.
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