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Hello dear reader, no the title is not a joke … also not a play on the hair, but a story that had happened in a carpenter pretty much in a way ago. It was one of these terribly hot days. I was about to take my exam and worked in the workshop. All colleagues were on assembly and I sweated on my journeyman. I had to grind parts to primed them in the afternoon. I built everything up and made it as best I could.
I had already drunk a few liters of water and it was getting hotter. The sun wasn’t just shining through the large glass windows, but it burned. Everything you felt was hot and the dust did his part to contribute to it. The sweat ran down my back and between my breasts I saw one after the other drop. Of course I couldn’t work naked, that would have been a bit strange … but I still thought about it at least to take off the shirt.
After all, I had the dungarees. So I went into our changing room and slipped out of the shirt. The straps of the dungarees covered my nipples and the bag also covered the hidden a lot, but it was clear to me that I couldn’t move much in it without having my breasts just rocking back and forth in it. A little tense I went back to my workbench and watched the whole thing. I also thought of gluing black adhesive tape like in some porn over my nipples … that was nice when you removed it and also looked incredibly porn.
Actually, it looked good without adhesive tape and in the worst case I would have to put on my shirt again. In addition, who should be bothered by it?! Only my boss alone could get upset about it and he didn’t mind that the male colleagues run around “up without”. And the boss wasn’t even there … In addition, everyone was still on assembly. As soon as I got to the workbench, I heard that a supplier held in the courtyard.
It was also clear … that I could now run across the workshop again. I saw his truck through the windows … the wooden dealer. I opened the metal door to the courtyard and slowly pressed the lever of the stand wing. It was difficult … at least for me. The sun burned my face and I pinched my eyes. The supplier rummaged around in his truck and seemed to look for something. “Morsche” … I called, because you knew each other for a while … “I hope you don’t bring any plates??“… because I could never have unloaded them alone.
“No” … I heard him swearing under his tarpaulin and it rumbled and rumbled on the truck … “Only a few edges”. I was relieved and strolled through the sun to the truck. The driver tore up the tarpaulin to crawl out again. His eyes fell on me, and even if he had known me since my whole apprenticeship, he stared at me this time as if I were a stranger. Almost a little scared … But then again amused he asked me: “Well, eat so warm with you??“ – I looked at him questioningly and I had already omitted that I was not wearing a shirt that my breasts covered … but only the dungarees.
– “Yes … is a heat that you put … already” he laughed and handed me a piece of paper to sign. “If you need something, call again” … and climbed into his truck from the SWR4. I grabbed the roles he had brought and wore them inside. On the way back to my workplace I put the roles on a table on the machine that pulls the edges on chipboard. I was so glad that this machine would not run today because it was loud and only produced more warmth.
When I arrived at the workbench, I wear a sip for now. Actually, I don’t like water with too much sparkling wine, but the boss bought it to us so that we always drank enough. The water already tasted, but the many sparkling was not my case. And since I drank too quickly, something ran out of my mouth of my breasts. It was cold … just pleasant and I wasn’t wiping away to enjoy it for this little moment.
Nevertheless, I have no choice but to finally start with my work. I grinded the veneer and worked on the edges. I worked fine and clean … that has always been my big plus point. There were many parts and the time crawled like the week between Christmas and New Year. It got hotter and hotter … No breeze came through the open window and under the breathing mask that should actually protect against the grinding dust, you couldn’t get any air.
I took small breaks more and more often and leaned against my planing bench. The radio was blown up and as it is … some songs liked, others not at all. My hands were dusty, but I wiped the sweat off my forehead. As I expected, my breasts have now become self -employed and hung on the left and right from the dungarees. That was not embarrassing to me … my colleagues were not prudish, because they also had their tool cabinets full of bare women the giant udders.
However, it was also clear to me that it was a difference whether a few old poster and torn sides of the Playboy were glued there, or whether the teaching girl worked with their big bombs in the workshop. However, I wasn’t the first to do that either. Ariane who did the apprenticeship here the year before me but was now finished .. Summer Back then and nobody got upset about it. However, she also filled out the dungarees a little more like me and probably also weighed the triple.
With me, two balls dangled in the dungarees and with that my colleagues had to cope with. I slowly approached the lunch break. Of course, I also spread the break room for me alone. I put my legs up and was even so cheeky to open my dungarees at the top and let it down. So it was still a dungarees in that sense … but otherwise I wore them like bundles.
As is common in our breaks, the next supplier, of course, rolled into the yard right now. Through the window I saw him the break room … a small van of an electrical company. A little annoyed, I got up and buttoned up the bib on my pants again. But I also had the idea … What if I just made one head up and the other carrier would still hang down. So I opened a button again and one of my breasts was hanging out.
Well … I don’t want to say that she was standing. Due to the size of my tits, they were not stuck, but were firm and tight. They hung on my belly button just because I didn’t wore a bra. So I went out again through the open door and received the driver with a smile and hanging chest. The sun was still dazzled and I had to pinch my eyes together … When I noticed that the driver was a driver.
Short red hair and a bit full. “Moin” she said to me … without taking a look in my direction. “Hi” … I threw her and grabbed the wearer of my dungarees several times to make him up quickly. “I have a few lamps” … – “Okay …” What do I know what the master had to order. We got a wide variety of things for a wide variety of orders. Two big boxes … I quickly grabbed one and carried it into the workshop.
I pressed my breasts firmly on the box so that she couldn’t see that I was standing in front of her almost “up without”. Inside I pulled my dungarees and looked out if I could go out again. She already held a pens when I wanted to get the second box … “Well, hot today ..?”She asked me …” Well, it works “I log it on to her. She smiled and looked at me. “Pretty balls” she said to me … and suddenly it was clear to me that she had seen everything before.
“Thank you” I smiled a little embarrassed but confidently back. Sophia always called my breasts “balls” … I liked it, because it was like that … “Tschüüüüüüsüs” I threw after her when I grabbed the second cardboard and disappeared back in the workshop. I was in a hurry to my workbench and even forgot to continue my break. Time urged … I no longer wanted to work today and prefer to go to the outdoor pool. But it was still clear to me that the parts still had to be primed today to finish them tomorrow.
The sandpaper flashed over the veneer and the dust flew … We had compressed air guns with which we could get the dust out of the pores of the wood and you could blow the dust out the window even better … Sometimes I blown myself … that was refreshing and the hair flew so nicely … but it wasn’t harmless either. I often played something to blow up in one of my holes … or how it felt that the compressed air felt completely naked … the latter was pleasant and refreshing between my sweaty breasts … at least for a moment.
Slowly I was able to prepare for the primer and stacked my wooden parts on a hip -high car that I could push around. The radio echoed through the workshop and I danced a little … carefree and happy that everything went so well. Still, I had everything in view … not that a supplier would suddenly be in the yard again or even one of the colleagues came back. In order not to make me dirty … or. Ruining the dungarees, I wanted to put on a one -time suit for painting.
Such a white one as the painters put on it too. These were in the material warehouse … which was behind the master’s office. Of course I was allowed to go in as a trainee … and hopped in the direction of the office. My tits hopped even more and I enjoyed it … to experience this charm of being seen. But, there was nobody there. But breath cake. I tore up the door from the master’s office and that is exactly what my teacher came towards me too.
Bumm … we crashed into each other. It almost knocked me away and Holger got the door to my head. “Oh shit … crap” I called. Holger held his head and also cursed. “What are you doing here???”I grasp him … -” Sorry, I work here “he grumbled and had to laugh. “Now??” -” Yes, I mustn’t come in??”” Why are you already back?”” Did you do something?!?!”… he asked” no “I grasped him again.
“I want to get a suit” “Ah, okay” … He said and rubbed his head. But then it probably found how I walk around in the workshop. “Say Nina, … must that be” “What?!”” Well that you run half -naked “” I’m not naked “” And what is it “… and cheekily pointed my finger on my breasts that hung out. “Menno … Then why can Mirko and Jörg run around here ”“ Hallloooo … These are two guys and they don’t have that … Gelle … you understand “I turned my eyes and slipped past him.
… of course I understood him and I also knew what he meant. “Nina???“He called me questioningly afterwards. I turned to him and demonstratively pushed my Möppel back into my dungarees. Rather, I stretched out my back and placed on myself. “This is not fair … I sweat like a monkey” without further considering it, I went to the camp to get a suit like this. Holger, on the other hand, disappeared into the workshop.
On the way back to my workbench I searched from my eye corners to Holger … he stood on the delivered box and checked their content. I continued … and towards the paint room. It smelled of old paint and yesterday’s work. The ceiling was lower here and the sun was exactly in the afternoon that it burned through the windows. I first cranked the blind down and annoyed me that I hadn’t thought about it earlier.
Next door it went on into the so -called drying rooms. I don’t have to mention the heat there when the doors are closed. Nevertheless, it was not so easy to open the door, otherwise you would have whirled up dust, which would then sit on the fresh paint. So continue … because from there you came to the varnish camp. Dark … without windows and only a small air filter in the wall. I switched on the light and looked for my paint I needed.
The tons in which we got the paint 30 kilograms. So it did not fail that I was tormenting myself when the paint bucket was pushed around to fill myself up something. I hated that … but I didn’t want to call Holger either so that he helps me. What I would rather do … cry with anger. I swear and grab because the buckets were so heavy and the paint at the heat also bite in the nose.
We had mixed cups that needed the right ratio between paint and harder … I didn’t need a harder for my paint, but with the cups I was able to at least skim off the big bucket. In the meantime everything annoyed me … even my own tits around me around me. I grabbed two of these mixed cups (1.5l) and pressed one over one breast and the other over the other breast. I sweated so much that these cups immediately stuck to my skin and formed a vacuum.
Actually, I just wanted to put them over my breasts to distract them, but now the cups had sucked up. Pressing it was so easy and easy … but now getting it down was a completely different story. Well, I thought to myself and had to smile a little myself. Of course, the cups slide down again … with something. And that also at the right time, because Holger had alerted my screaming and curse and he stormed into the paint warehouse.
“Did something happen???“He gasped. “No, only the buckets are so difficult … you know that” “Yes, say something beforehand!!“I nodded and thought that he could guess something like that if I was riding past to paint. “Yes … just wanted to … “He laughed …” Nina, your strengths are located where else “I looked at him … What did he mean now?! … He looked at my breasts who just shimmered a little red from the captivity of the cups.
Holger went out of the room and I grinned. I liked that he seemed to please my breasts. Although he would have come back into the room at any moment, I took off my dungarees … I now wanted to put on the disposable suit. The only thing I was still wearing were my socks, the sneakers and of course my slip. And oh hurt … I should regret that bitterly within a very short time. Because the heat in these suits builds up and cannot out.
For the first moment everything was still okay. In the warehouse it was cooler … but on the way through the drying room I groaned under the heat and opened the rice closure on the front of the suit. Not quite a quarter more. But of course that didn’t help. Holger was gone. I took a water hose in the paint shop and made the floor a little wet. Of course that only ended in an increase in humidity … but since the sweat was already running through my PO scratch, I didn’t care about it now.
Back in the workshop to get my parts to primer, I tied mine to the perceived 100. Time together that day into a braid. I had lost the hair tie today and always had to make a knot in my hair … that was annoying and wasn’t exactly useful. Holger stood on my workbench. He looked at … no he examined my work. “Understood?”… I asked” great!”… he nodded and looked at me … “… looks great” and somehow I had the feeling that he didn’t mean my work, but personally.
It was clear to me that I had a certain effect on men with a suit stuck to my skin. Nevertheless, my work was more important to me at that moment … “It’s a shame that you stop after the apprenticeship” he complained. “Well …” I said something speechless about this topic. “Should I help you in priming??… I have time “” Yes horny … “I hopped because I knew that he would now prepare the pistol and everything else.
Yes, he would even clean up and send me home … and therefore stay longer. Holger was a good teacher. We always had fun and yet the necessary seriousness. I think he had already trained many apprentices, even though he was … around forty then. Holger came by bike every day … whether it was raining or earthquakes were predicted. However, I was always comfortable. I was familiar with the bus and train … but my car parked in the yard.
I went to my workbench to drink something else. On the other hand, he pushed away the parts that I had sanded away for half a day and disappeared into the painting room. I paused and thought a little about the time here in apprenticeship. How fun it was mostly and how much we swore together. I pulled the zip of the suit down to wipe the sweat with a cloth. I was particularly sweating between my breasts and below.
In the meantime, a light breeze blew through the open window … one of our assembly guides was in the yard. The apprentice who was one year before me and.. Gay … cleared out tools while one of our journeyman (Mirko) took more care of the little things. Mirko was Serb … a tree from a guy and a hanging like a bull. But that was a different story … and how I know that shouldn’t be the topic on this hot afternoon.
“Nina??!… I’m so far, ”Holger called for me. I ran to him and waved Mirko … He whine something like that was exhausting with the boy … and said goodbye to the break room. Holger … but without a shirt in the painting room. “What you can do, I can too,” he laughed … “But the paint??“… I looked at him questioningly. “Oh what … that’s harmless,” he waved off and waved around with the paint pistol.
I now put one of the parts of my journeyman’s piece on the frame and Holger primed it … I took it away, put it in a dry car and the next piece back on the frame. Of course I noticed that he always watched me back and forth. “Everything okay?!”I asked him mockingly … “Yes / Yes…. Everything is fine, ”he laughed again. Then he asked me with a gesture that we swap … I should paint and he only wears away.
You didn’t need to talk in the room, because a circulating air system prevented that you only get the paint yourself and also sucked the spray fog. So it didn’t get cooler. No sooner said than done, but the heat was also difficult for me … and I decided without torching the suit without torching for a long time, but at least like Holger too … “around”. I slipped out of the sticky sleeves and tied them around my hip.
A node in the back should secure it all. So now I really stood in the room without … and with big tits in front of Holger and proudly held the pistol in my hand … those for the paint. He smiled and murmured something … “Tz tz tz … ” -” What did you say???“I cried … and the suction grumbled over what we said. “Nixxx” he roared and laughed … “Everything tip top”. Of course I understood his allusions and I also played with the fact that he liked what he saw.
I leaned far forward and drove the beam out of the pistol feeder over the workpiece. “Sausstark … very good,” he confirmed me and couldn’t get one before laughing. “Ha Ha” … I put him on and of course saw that his pupils were fixed on my breasts. I allowed him this and in the end I had drawn an advantage out of it. The work went well and, above all, quickly … Nevertheless, we both were aware that it had long been Quitting time was and we were both alone now.
Holger started cleaning the pistol and I pulled the dry car with my parts a room further. I tore off some leaves from a roll with paper and wiped the sweat from my upper body. I opened the door to the workshop and looked at a clock on the wall. In fact … the others had been gone for a long time. However, nobody had registered with Holger when he returned. But the fact that our three company cars were now seen in the yard calmed me down and I still went up to my workbench to drink something.
“Well finished girl …” it called through the workshop. I choked on the water when I heard Mirko. He hadn’t left home, but, as so often, worked something private. He was a few meters away and he wore his glasses on his nose … That meant that he could not see everything in the distance. My luck … even if he has already seen me up without, I hurried back into the painting room to Holger.
Holger was probably back in his office when he had already cleared everything away. I climbed out of this sweaty disposable suit and took a deep breath. My hands stroked my hips and my ass to wipe the sweat away. It glowed between my legs and also the fact that the sun was slowly going down nothing in the heat in the rooms. Then I noticed that my dungarees were hung in the paint bearing … so I went in this direction.
Only in the slip, … certainly that neither Holger nor Mirko could meet me. I rubbed my breasts … Despite the sweat and the heat, my nipples felt dry … opened the door to the warehouse in which light was still on fire. I heard someone rumbling and running when I came into the room … I knew that it could only be Holger and said … “Thank you Holgi … Gelle, have something good for me” … and my teacher … my teacher …relaxed pants and completely surprised and got a down.
“Oh, you shit”, and Holger also pushed out a “shit”. I only stay rooted in the panties and sneakers painted with clear lacquer in front of him. I looked at his cock that he rubbed with one hand from lightning. A small, red glowing glow appeared between his fingers again and again. I bit on my lower lip and tried to say something. “Uh … yes” “No, shit … go, no stay … Oh damn, ”stammered Holger.
He turned a little away from me and I saw how he tried to jerk off my dungarees. However, I didn’t want that … so I went to him and took my pants away from there. He did not stop … and of course I can also understand that from a certain point you can no longer stop … it even hurts me when I suddenly stop rubbing my clit. Holger was terribly embarrassing and I was still taken with it that he was there so.
Of course I confess that he didn’t have the biggest … but it was one who was now available. I started licking my lips and stroking my breasts. I don’t know if I signaled him with me one whore I am or just horny. Actually, I just didn’t let the situation pass and knelt in front of him. The floor was a wooden grille. It smelled of paint and our sweat could not be perceived.
He rubbed his limb firmly and panted … I already suspected that he was doing this for quite a while and feared that he was injecting right away. That’s why I wanted to bend forward to him … But Holger was faster and jerked closer to me with down pants so that his cock hung right in front of my nose. For a moment he stopped rubbing on him and looked at me … “Please…. Make “he asked me and I opened my mouth far around his glans to slowly put on my tongue.
The first drops of his juice were already dripping and pulling threads. Without closing my mouth, I pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I felt his twitch and pounds on my twitch. Too fast for my taste, I reached his root with my lips and now pressed my lips tightly to pull it out of my mouth with a sucking and smacking it out again. Holger groaned and his closed eyes revealed how much he liked … but instead of pushing his cock deep into my mouth again, he started rubbing and jerking off.
Faster and faster … I tried to lick it and suck his glans, but he only hit my face and did not change his rhythm. Then he got slower … his face moved and his groans stopped. I snapped to his skash and pushed my mouth wide over his cock … grabbed his hands and pushed her backwards. After I had two… maybe three times his cock deep into my mouth, shot a load of sperm on my tongue and slipped into my throat.
Bitter sweet and viscous I sucked greedily for more. Holger leaned forward and grunted out loudly … “Geiiiil” brave like me as a trainee “almost” I was always clean and smiled up to him. “Nina … you are so horny … You have such horny tits … “” Yes … I know “I grinned. Holger stretched … As with so many men, I now expected that he pulled his pants up and would say goodbye.
He did that too … he pulled his pants up and then he grabbed me. He carried me out of the room to the workshop … I wanted to walk there because I didn’t know what he was going to do now … but he continued to carry me in the direction of his office. Inevitably we passed Mirko, who only looked after us with an open mouth. “You love time … what do you do” he called after us … but we were already in the office From Holger.
My breasts rubbed his bare torso firmly and he carefully paid attention to that I didn’t hit anywhere. From the office we continued into the stairwell … where the boss also had his office. He wanted to show me about it now?? I wasn’t worried, but I already had concerns because my boss was a good sixty and certainly not as open as we both. But Holger continued … “Where do you bring me … ???”I wanted to know …” Wait “… he panted.
The sweat ran over his forehead and even if he made a well -trained impression, this day demanded all of us. Once at the top, he did not take the door from the head office, but the door that led to our furniture exhibition. There we receive customers every now and then, had conversations and above all an air conditioning ran here. The room was through partitions around which you had to walk around to different departments below. Bathroom … kitchen, office … and the finest laminate.
Still my breasts rubbed Holger’s upper body and I felt how he grabbed me on my ass that I didn’t slide down. Up here … only in the slip … it also shivered a little. But Holger should now immediately make sure that I get hot again, because at the end of the exhibition he sat on a table built by us and knelt in front of me. He pushed my thighs apart and tore my panties aside.
Without a lot of detour, his tongue rubbed over the labia and looked for the way to my Klit. In a hurry and as if he had it particularly necessary, he licked over my cunt and rubbed his face on her. I feel how alternately his tongue tip … and then the wide tongue licked over me down there. I started kneading and rubbing my breasts again.. But he wanted to do it himself and pushed my hands away from me.
Ruppig and hard he squeezed my two hills and rubbed my nipples between his fingers. I was on my way to another world … wanted to dive into my lust and let me fall when I heard the door at the other end of the room. Holger also winced and stared at me stunned for the fraction of a second. Everyone could be … the boss with customers, or alone. Was that about the cleaning lady?! No, it only comes on Fridays.
We heard steps … but Holger never heard to drill on his tongue in me. He had no concerns?? … then Mirko looked around the corner. “Egg her” … he grinned and looked at the scene. Holger actually didn’t pay attention to him, he took note of it, but rather it looked like he had only waited for him. He did not let go of licking my grotto extensively and sucking deep in it.
I pressed and squeezed my breasts and absolutely wanted to take off my panties, which cut into my thigh inside. “Wait … wait …” I asked Holger and turned on the table to put on the side to put on legs and slip out of the panties. Holger, however, tore up my slip and now on the side I lay his tongue quickly to my back entrance he quickly stimulated with a licking and sucking. My hands didn’t know where to go …
I felt the cold table at my cheeks and could only continue to rub my breasts and squeeze firmly. I pulled on my nipples and closed my eyes. Holger’s tongue rubbed firmly over my rosette and drilled into it too. I looked up and searched for Mirko, he was standing behind me at the table … he reached for my feet and pulled her back over me, so that my spread ass was now completely open to Holger to penetrate his tongue deeply with his tongue.
The spit ran out of my mouth … I didn’t waste a moment about that it had actually been my work colleagues for three years and I had never experienced it that way. With his hands, Holger pressed my ass cheeks to push me towards Mirko. This had now opened the rice closure of his pants and a thick fat sausage was hanging out. Compared to this copy, Holger’s that was very small. He didn’t torch for long either and his fat glans clapped into my mouth and immediately pushed her deep inside.
“Hmmmm …” I groaned. With the tongue in my ass, the lust rose so uninhibitedly in me that I couldn’t help it and even when I got closer to Mirko’s tail, open my mouth wide and inviting I couldn’t move enough and hoped that the Mirko would go deeper tooWould, but he didn’t and seemed to enjoy it that a woman managed to get his mighty thick cock into his mouth.
I started moaning and felt how hands kneaded on my back and started my rosette and cunt to pull apart. I could only let myself go and live out this moment … At that time, two men were suddenly a completely new experience for me and even if I didn’t have very much experience with fisting, I burned it afterwards and it was more and moreto always get.
With Mirko’s cock in my mouth, I begged Holger: “Put your fingers in” … as understandable as I could and I was heard, because right then Holger pushed me two … or three fingers into my wet column. I also realized by Mirko’s reaction that they both understood me, his cock grew with a throbbing and sudden spray in my mouth. He now had an orgasm … I ask myself? I looked up at him and only saw his slopes gliding over me.
I tasted something, but it wasn’t much … Nevertheless, salty like sperm. His cock drilled deeper and deeper into my neck and I had no choice but to swallow everything. Something went down on my neck … maybe my saliva?! I closed my eyes again and just enjoyed this moment … my fingers from Holger felt their way … but I didn’t feel enough. I reached between my legs and rubbed my cunt myself … I felt his hair and closeness to me.
His hot breath hit me and I pressed his head even more firmly into my pelvis to show him that he should best put his chin into my pleasure grotto. He breathed heavily … also put off and gave me the opportunity to get my fingers in a very slippery manner through the rubbing on my cunt … I didn’t worry about it … but I trembled with lust when my whole hand just slipped into me.
Mirko seemed to watch that, because his rubbing in my throat became a pushing and fucking.. I started rushing and drooling like crazy. Again I tasted this salty … and he had certainly hosed down now. Holger grabbed me and turned me on the smooth table once in a circle. He pushed me over to Mirko, who pulled his pants further down and rubbed his thick meat sausage with one hand. I still had my hand in my cunt and looked at it lustful … My eyes seemed to tell him that I was not afraid of this caliber of tail and spread my wet pussy with my fingers when I pulled out my hand.
Without waiting for a moment, he pushed his mighty piston between my thighs and drove him deep into me with short little bumps. Holger now knelt on the table … behind my head and slipped closer to me. I saw his cock.. An average cock, in _ comparison to Mirko’s whip. But still I opened my mouth again and signaled with my tongue that he can push it into my throat.
Holger’s cock was not stiff. His glans looked out shiny under his bulbous foreskin, but I would have liked to have wished it a little bigger so that he can now fuck me deep in my throat. Holger did not let himself be put off and slipped over my face with his pelvis. His cock slipped over my hair and forehead … and I could feel it with my mouth for a moment when I finally felt his eggs on my lips.
He moved his pelvis and his sticky testicles clapped back and forth in my mouth. I sucked her up in my mouth and pressed my tongue against her. I felt both of his eggs on my tongue and sucked it deep into my mouth. Mirko now groaned wildly and hammered into my pelvis … I looked under the tail of Holger and asked Mirko: “Please … please fuck in my ass” … that was probably the case with the two, because Mirko’s bumps started faster and Holger startedhow obsessed with his tail jerk off.
Mirko snapped to air when he slides back and wanted to moisten my rosette with a targeted spit … the holger’s eggs now clapped even wildly into my mouth and on my nose. Mirko’s cock put on my back door and he pressed slightly against it … “Yes, do it … Fuck me ”… I whined and begged around his cock. Holger also didn’t leave that cold … he twitched with his pelvis rhythmically and stopped jerking off for a moment … He squeezed his cock in my mouth and groaned loudly when a swaller jerked deep into my throat.
At that moment Mirko’s cock also penetrated deep into my intestine and spread it. I grabbed Holger on his hip and pressed my mouth up to have his still flexible tail at least in my fuck mouth. It may not have been much, but it tasted again like below in the paint bearing … sweet and very creamy. Mirko’s cock bored deeper and deeper into my intestine and I was like senseless.
I would have loved to have had it if a shower of sperm from Holger’s cock was poured out … but unfortunately that was not the case. He leaned forward and at least let me suck the last drops out of his cock. I licked him extensively when I saw with half -open eyes how he was preventing himself so far … as if he wanted to go to Mirko’s cock. He supported himself on the table with one hand and stroked my stomach and hips … his hand rubbed my clit and pressed it together with two fingers.
I groaned and bend it … “Yes, please push your fist in … go”. He liked that, because his cock would like to thank again with a little splash. He stirred in my pussy with two fingers and it almost seemed as if he wasn’t daring to do more. Mirko didn’t bother all of this … his cock continued to bore through my back door. However, the bumps became firmer and uninhibited … And as soonof his sperm spread on my stomach and breasts.
Holger used this and rubbed me the white sperm from Mirko over my already moist cunt and pressed some fat sticky flakes into it too. His fingers slipped much easier and quickly there were three and then four … “Come on … put your hand in” I asked him and continue to lick his tail and eggs wildly, which still dangled above me. His hand stretched me slightly and I felt his thumb rubbed over my clit several times … quickly the thumb slipped into me and I reached for his hand.
I felt Mirko’s cock … he pounded, was hot and still spill. I leaned up … wanted to see him and pressed Holger aside, who voluntarily leaned over and slipped aside. I turned and slipped over the table to Mirko and devoured his dripping cock as fast as I could only. I felt the sperm on the table on my breasts and spread my legs again … “Lot … fist in” I stammer … and Holger also liked to follow it.
My swollen lips wraped his hand from him and sucked them deep into it almost. Greedy snake and I choked on Mirko’s tail and pushed my mouth deep above him until I was on his hairy belly with my forehead. He grunted more than he groaned and didn’t hold back either. Holger’s hand now rummaged in my abdomen and pressed firmly on my bladder. I couldn’t keep that for a long time and the first splashes also came out.
He pressed his lips firmly on my clit again and seemed to want to push his tongue on his wrist when I could no longer hold it and a warm beam of Piss spread across the whole table. Holger didn’t even shout back … he seemed to take it as much as he could only take it away and sucked tightly and wild while his hand blushed and turned in me. I twitched and a violent orgasm dragged me through … I pressed Mirko’s tail firmly on my palate and I already felt how he also provided a warm beam with golden water.
I had to cough, that much it was and distributed it. Nevertheless, I hit his cock, which like a fountain rippling deep into my neck again and swallowed as much as I could. He grabbed my hair that was now half tied and half openly struck wildly and pressed my head firmly against his pelvis. My cunt twitched and Holger was still licking … he seemed to want to take every drop of me. His hand slipped out of me and left a wide grotto.
I groaned and rubbed between my thighs and still did not read from these giants from Mirko to suck and swallow. However, Mirko grabbed me and turned around again. He took my legs and put it behind my head so that my pelvis protruded him and my open cunt stared at him. Mirko had already hosed down several times and was still not finished?! I panted and snapped for air … But he did not take a break and immediately fingered Holger on my cunt and pushed into the dripping wet hole for three and then four fingers.
He looked at me … Holger could no longer be seen and I indicated that I also wanted to feel his hand. However, his hand was greater than that of Holger … Maybe two glove sizes … or even three numbers larger?!Mirko had no shy … or let’s say the patience slowly to do that. He tips his fingers together and pushed his big hand between my heavily swollen labia. His hand dived without moving and stopping deep into me and I had to tear my eyes open when he then clapped his hand deep in me into a fist.
He turned his hand as if he had done it dozens of times with me and started pumping. His arm moved up and down and pressed deeper and deeper into my greedy pool. For me back then … was the crowning glory that he even started licking my rosette and sucking it. My hole in the back had already been stretched … I also tolerated a lot and had a hand in my intestine, but Mirko’s hand was enormous and I had some concern to ask him to fist my ass …
But that didn’t bother him, didn’t ask me either and I had no choice but to see how he pulled his big slippery hand out of my vastness and deep grotto to rub over my asshole and quickly penetrate with three fingers. I japied for air and stared at him … he just smiled and said “Egg … it’s fun?“ – Instead of saying that he should make a little slow at the back …” Yes, push your fist into my ass “… and he did that too, his hand pressed himself into my intestine with four fingersThumbs stroked again firmly over my clit as he turned his hand and disappeared into my ass over the palm of your hand.
I groaned loudly and couldn’t close my mouth anymore.. I passed in the feeling and couldn’t even rub my own cunt, I had stepped away in this way. He spat on my ass several times and rubbed it with the other hand. He stretched and turned his hand in me … completely ruthless and without inhibitions. He literally tore the concentrated fist out of me and then press it back against my stressed opening and press it in.
Several times and again and again he pulled out his hand and pushed her back into my intestine, so to speak, deep inside. My pussy ran out … slimy and sticky from the yellow juice I got other orgasms. I seemed to be passed on when I didn’t feel anything anymore … no fist, no hand. Mirko stood next to me and seemed to be wanking in the last trains. His streak, fat cock stretched out … tired and exhausted, but I was ready and willing my mouth to be fucked deep into his neck again, but pulled his foreskin far back and the plump acorn injected me a hard hissing beam directlyin my face.
The second caught the eye and only the third and fourth found his way into my mouth. I grabbed and licked my lips to be able to record everything, but I hardly had any strength and just felt a clapping on my ass … “Come on, the boss comes right away” … Holger asked me. I got up. Mirko went through the exhibition in front of me and wiped the remnants of his cum of the cock to rub her in my face …
I stretched out my tongue to record it. Drunk and dazed, I noticed how my holes burned and air came out of my body with every step. I stumbled more than I was running and Mirko took me on his arm to carry me down. I still think mucus dripped down on the stairs and juice from my holes … and I only heard Holger mealing around that he had to wipe away the mess now.
Mirko put me in our break room. In the meantime he had his pants on again and they had no idea what was asleep in it. I was sitting naked and dissolved on the bench and looked for something to drink. Mirko asked me: “Do you want Pippi again??” – “no. Thank you, ”I laughed and waved off. I was ready … put on my dungarees, which he even got me and didn’t even look for my shirt. Outside it wasn’t that hot anymore and the sun was almost gone.
I went to my car and my holes itch and hurt … But it was a “nice pain” and I felt after my openings when I was in the car sat. On the way home I had to think about it all the time … how to face this colleague tomorrow. Sitting in the car was a little uncomfortable and I was happy to finally be at home. Of course, I could have continued and stretch myself senselessly … a champagne bottle would have easily fit into my intestine … you should wait for another time.
I took a shower … called back to today’s work and couldn’t stop thinking of these two completely different cocks. After showering, … in which a lot of sperm and other sticky stuff from my two holes flowed … I looked at my two splendid holes in the mirror. My cunt gaped a little and shone meaty while my rosette pounded a bit fluffed up and formed a wreath of about five centimeters in size. The heat of the after let me fall asleep quickly.
Mirko and Holger were very good colleagues in the carpenter during the rest of my time. However, we never had the opportunity to repeat this little orgy. I don’t regret that … there were other opportunities with no less interesting events. And as it is in life, I first lost sight of Mirko and then Holger. Mirko has been back home in Serbia for several years and Holger should have its own company … At least that’s how my boss at the time, who died some time ago.
I had my exam at the time … Successful by the way … Then I went back to school to do further training. What remains is this memory that I have stated here and I hope you like it well enough to evaluate it positively. Thanks for reading and best regards.
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