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My sexual curiosity was awakened early. At the beginning of the 80s – I was just 12 – paid mine Mother me with the first bra, since with me where other girls my age were still flat like a board, two hills were already forming that hopped back and forth with every movement. My parents were relatively cool, when it comes to education and sexuality. So my mother clarified me at 13 – when I was the first time my period got – open and left no question unanswered.
My parents slept since I could think naked and I also knew that they had fun in bed. I often heard clear noises from her bedroom at night. Sometimes I looked through the keyhole or stood on the door frame when they had left the door open. I then saw my mother on mine Father Saß and rode him or my father lay above my mother and panting and sniffing into her penetration into her.
When I was alone at home, I sniffed in my parents’ bedroom and often found pornographic booklets or sex advisors such as “100 new positions of love” or “sexuality in old age”. When I looked at these booklets, I noticed a tingling sensation in the abdomen and sometimes I found myself there and rubbed my labia.
I lived with my parents in a settlement with several smaller farmhouses in North Rhine-Westphalia near the Belgian border. Everyone had a little useful cattle like chickens, geese, sheep or dairy cows.
I was a single child, but there were enough other children in the neighborhood, but most of them 3 to 18 years older. But I was treated like a one of the same age because I looked more mature and looked older. One of my friends, with whom I often drive around, was Monika, the daughter of Hans and Ulla, who was already 16 and had her first friend. I also learned to masturbate from her and she told me exactly what it was like to sleep with her boyfriend.
Your friend was over 20 and of course had a certain experience in sexual terms.
Moritz, another neighboring boy who was 18, gave me advances and I was able to see him as my friend. We didn’t tell our parents about it – I had no desire for discussions. My parents were quite cool, but they wouldn’t have found it so great if I moved around the area with an 18-year-old as a 13-year-old.
Moritz parents also had a farm and we enjoyed the first sex together on the haystall. Moritz had placed a sheet over several hay bales and built us a bed. It was an excited fiddling, with Moritz delighted with my breast. Since my chest was in constant growth, it was very sensitive and I first had to teach Moritz how he had to treat the sensitive things.
He learned quickly and we met on the hayloft almost every day to try everything out together. But it was clear that we would only leave it when fiddling. We didn’t want to sleep with each other, but we were too afraid that I could get pregnant. Moritz taught me how to do his tail In the mouth and how I could give him an orgasm.
I taught the same Moritz and we felt like the Kings, as if we had reinvented the sexual bike.
Moritz and I have been together for 2 years now and our parents hadn’t noticed anything from the Liason. When I was 15 my mother suggested a visit to the gynecologist because I suffered from severe period pain. The gynecologist prescribed the pill so that I could get along better.
Now I had contraception and reported Moritz, full of enthusiasm that we could now sleep together. I finally wanted to be deflowered.
It turned out that Moritz parents in Vacation Fuhr and he had to guard the house and yard. For the day of my deflowering he had beautifully prepared his room with candles.
He was just as excited as me. We were tender to each other as always. I blew his cock, he licked my pussy and I was without end without end. When his cock was hard enough and my pussy was moist that she dripped, he penetrated into me.
A short pain and then I felt his prengel in me. “Everything okay?“He asked and when I nodded, he started to slow down. He remained timid at first and then he pushed into me with full force and increased the pace. It didn’t take long and he came with a huge pleasure.
He apologized that he had come so quickly and returned the rest of the night with a great pampering program.
After my deflowering, I felt freed and somehow licked blood. It was not that it was no longer fun with Moritz, but somehow I wanted to discover new things.
It was shortly before my 16th birthday when I found that my mother had a relationship with Walter, the forester from the Belgian neighboring area.
Walter was in his mid -50s and an attractive man. A good 1.90 m tall, a gray -haired edition of Clark Gable from “Gone from the Wind”. He was extremely charming, had a small speech error, but it was made up for by his French accent. Walter had a high seat with us on the property and passed 1 to 2 times a week to watch wild at dusk.
I caught him and my mother when I came out of school earlier and heard a moan from the parents’ bedroom. My father, who was working, couldn’t be and so I sneaked into my parents’ bedroom. The door was up and I saw how Walter fucked my mother in the dog position. I had always fascinated the doggie position, but Moritz and I hadn’t tried it yet.
I immediately took my cunt because my abdomen was noticeable. God was horny. Walter hung over my mother and pissed her as if it were about life and death. My mother screamed with lust and fired Walter: “Lot get me, oh yes, keep, harder.“I was a bit scared about this choice of words, so I had never heard my mum talking to my father during sex.
For fear caught I crept into my bedroom, where I had to get it directly myself. I thought of Walter and I decided that he should be the next man who should fuck me.
I quickly got out at what time Walter was with my mother. It was always on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the morning.
My father was working and I was at school. Mondays and Wednesdays she went to work all day. My plan was to find Walter alone when he thought that my mother was there. So I wrote a piece of paper that I hid in Walter’s car with the words “I have free on Wednesday morning, I feel like you.
Come over. Greetings A.“A stood for Anne, my mother’s name. On Wednesday, I was wrong and my mother called at school and reported me sick. She drove to work herself, but had cooked a large jug of fennel tea and provided rusks.
I borrowed from Ulla sexy lingerie. It was a black lace bra and a matching small lace panties. Already when I put on the lingerie I got horny and a lot of juice forms in my pussy. I pulled my bathrobe over and waited that Walter finally came.
It rang around half past two and I opened. Walter seemed surprised and started to stutter right away. “Hello Sandra…..um, woooo, wooo, where is your mother?“Walter and I replied that she was working as always on Wednesdays. “But come in.
I’m sick and maybe you like a cup of coffee.“Walter hesitated for a moment when his coffee was apparently bigger, he came in. He took a seat in the living room and I served him the coffee, of course always careful to give him a look at the bathing coat apart in front. Then I sat down opposite him and we talked irrelevant stuff. After approx.A 10 minutes I deceived abdominal cramps and bumped over at the front.
Walter jumped up immediately and helped me up the couch to put. I sent Walter into the kitchen that he should get the hot water bottle that I had already prepared. When he came back, I opened my bathroom and presented myself on my back. Walter’s eyes were getting bigger and bigger.
I pretended that it was the most normal in the world to present me in black top dessions. “Walter, please massage my stomach, that always makes mom, but she’s not there,” I whined like a child and Walter swallowed “but Sandra, but that is….. I can’t … ”, he stammered again. “Walter, you are a good friend of the family, now do it …” After a short hesitation, he sat down on the couch next to me and put his hand on my stomach and stroked him.
“Oh yes, Walter, that is good, your warm hands, I’m doing better, yes, don’t stop, go a little deeper …” I purred like a kitten and I saw how Walter’s pants exploited. Great, I thought, now I will soon have it. I grabbed his hand and led her to the edge of the little lace brief. His fingers drove underneath and he felt the delicate fluff of my shame and came to the labia.
He hesitated, but I signaled him that it made me so horny that he shouldn’t stop. He jumped up hectically and got rid of his jacket. “Pull your pants out of Walter so that it won’t be so tight for your little friend,” I whispered in the sugar-sweet l **** a-sound. Walter act as he said and was only in front of me in the undershirt.
His big half -hedger Prengel dangled in front of my face. I took him in my mouth showed all my skills in the field. Walter suck the air on. “Oh god, Sandra, that doesn’t exist, you are just 16 and blow better than your mother.“These words did me animal and I gave everything.
Walter withdrew me. “Not so fast, sweet, otherwise I will come, I want to taste you first.“He pulled out the top bra and kneaded my sensitive breasts, sucked on my nipple, so that I could hardly endure it and my lust flooded my body. As he caressed my nipples, he went to my lace panties and fingered my wet pussy. His middle finger entered my wet pussy hole while his thumb massage my clit.
I screamed with lust. Having the whole situation with my mother’s lover almost brought me to lust. Then he licked me as I looked after his cock. “My sweetness, I want to fuck you,” groaned Walter and I lay down on the living room table and spread my legs.
Walter’s cock, he was enormous size and thickness, scared me a little, since Moritz cock was much smaller. However, my pussy was so wet that Walter’s tail could make the way without problems. I screamed with lust when Walter pushed into my tight pussy. First he pushed gently, then faster again and then he fucked me the way he had fucked my mother.
Shortly before he came, I went to all four and stretched out my ass. He should fuck me Atergo. His cock went even deeper into my pussy and he pounded me as if there was no tomorrow. It was gigantic and the hottest was when we came together.
He was lying on me, roaring like a bull and our bodies arose in wild twitches. We kissed and tasted our horny juices.
I confronted my mother with my knowledge of the relationship with Walter and promised her not to reveal anything to my father as long as I can fuck with Walter. Since then we have had a fixed appointment for three times a week.
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