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I found this story on another side, neither did I experience it (unfortunately) nor it myself asg. But hope but it makes everyone so happy to me. (I am Jan93, but I had to get a new profile ((for whatever the time) –_-) I had from my parents to my 18. Birthday a trip to the Snowboard Mountains Get Gift. After a few days, it snowed violently, I went on the slopes before breakfast to ride on the not yet cleared path.
Unfortunately I missed that pure ice cream was under the top snow cover. It came as it had to come, I slipped off the slopes at a very high speed and popped against a tree. A few hours later I came back to awareness in the hospital. I felt, since I had apparently got severe pain relievers. I slowly recognized mine Mother and mine Father. I was very thirsty and wanted to express it with a gesture when I realized that I couldn’t move my arms.
When I looked down at myself I saw my two arms packed in plaster packed on the side. As I was told, my right shoulder joint and the left shoulder blade were broken. Both arms were plastered from the intelligence to the forearms and were slightly off my body. I couldn’t move in this situation or somehow do anything else. The first few days were terrible and I was constantly in pain. Thank god my parents were very wealthy and were able to buy any kind of amenities in this small district hospital.
Unfortunately I had to share the room with a second patient because this hospital had no single room available. Later, however, this turned out to be a blessing. The days passed and I had to endure the embarrassment of myself every day, such as the washing all over the body in the morning and in the evening or in the evening after the toilet. Now I realized that it is shitty to be unable to use his arms.
I particularly noticed that I was missing my relaxation in the lumbar area that I had given several times a week. I became more and more restless in my pants and noticed that every female optical stimulus gave me a terrible latte. Yes even when my mother was in front of me. I only saw her as a horny female being. She had gave birth to me at fourteen and was therefore a crunchy mother. We had a relaxed relationship with each other at home and I was often able to study them very extensively naked.
She was flawless and her gust of pleasure pulled far up at the front. When she just came out of the tub, you could see her clit swollen by the warmth dark red. Once I had seen her lie on the bed naked while sleeping. I wanted my Polaroid camera and was able to take pictures into her spread legs. I have certainly used this picture a hundred times as a meal template. These pictures followed me more and more at the moment and I dreamed that my mother could “spoil” me if she was a bit with me.
Every day my room was visited by his wife. A real super woman. She was about. 45 years old and looked great. Most of the time she stood with her back to me and talked to her husband. I had time to study each of her body trains. Sometimes she came to jeans and a tight -fitting top, the other time she was there in a tail -emphasized, button -buttoned dress. Simply horny, just like at the moment everything that had a slit between my legs was horny for me.
A blind intestine operation was scheduled for the next day. She came to the room in the early evening to be with him before the operation. He was hardly accessible because he had got strong sedatives due to his fear. This time she sat on the other side of his bed to be able to look at the TV a little bit. We casually talked about this and every time and every time I turned to her, she banned something to better understand me.
We almost whispered so that we didn’t woke up her husband. The winter evening sun is shining through the window directly on her and she was easily blinded. I could see their breast rates when prevented. It made me horny to imagine what her breasts would look like. I didn’t notice at all in my thoughts that my stand under the ceiling, I was still only with these open op coats in bed, had put up splendidly. When I became aware of it, I immediately looked over at her.
She had gotten up and looked at my lust bluntly. Since I couldn’t use my hands, I also had no chance of hiding it. As if I had woken her out of a dream, she winced briefly and fisted nervously on her husband’s bedspread. It seemed to me as if she deliberately came to the other side of the bed to straighten the duvet there too. How I would have loved to have grabbed her tits from behind or just packed her in the crotch.
My hammer was so hard that I almost asked her for help. At that moment she turned around jerky, looked back at the tent on the covers and stuck her hand. But then suddenly the door opened and our result but atractive night nurse occurred. She asked me if the nightwear was already done. Purely from reflex, no longer aware of my crossbar, I denied. At the same moment a lot of me on what I had said.
She asked my bed neighbors’ wife to leave the room for then washing me. Anyone who has ever had a “scratched” latte knows that such a thing cannot be removed from one minute to the other. With one hand the duvet was to the side. The night nurse stormed in their movement and said slightly whispering that it was really not easy without the arms. She looked at my stand briefly and then pulled the washcloth over her hand diving into the warm water.
She put her hand with light pressure around my shaft. My foreskin was immediately back and my glans pressed up from the glove. “Even after years of professional experience, you don’t think that a young guy in your situation apparently also has other needs,” she still said the look at mine tail inclined. She slowly raised her head and asked me the last time I had waxed. Shocked by this openness I only came across my lips.
She smiled and asked if she should continue to wash me. I affirmed the question with a slight moan. The washcloth moved up and down on my masculinity and rubbed over my glans with its frotted inside. The first lusty tropics of me were now. She noticed that and stroked her thumb over my now slippery glans. It was hard to endure when she suddenly stopped and asked me if she could put my member in her mouth once.
In her eyes I saw how wild she did the situation and in her voice I felt a tremor. Court and certainly I said to her that I wanted to look at her tits and her cunt first. You little nasty villain came out of her mouth. She took a step back and opened her coat, got one of her tits out of the bra and I saw her stiff nipples stiff. I said even more vigorously that she should put her nipples in my mouth so that I could suck on it.
“Hey, I don’t like your sound at all” came back from her. Since I had seen a lot of porn films, I just grasped what always went there. I said;“Stop, you’re as horny as I do. Place your foot on the edge of the bed, put a finger in your cunt and finally give me your nipples to suck “. It amazed me that her facial expression changed immediately and she did what I asked.
I saw the first time How a woman opened her labia and then put her fingers in her fuck hole with an eerie sigh. She fucked her finger a few times and then pulled her out again to put her in my mouth immediately. Since I couldn’t defend myself, I tasted their lust, which was very uncomfortable for me, and licked her juice from her fingers. We were both so horny now that she started blowing me one immediately.
My inexperience and my not yet hardened tail were responsible for a short time that I was a full load, and when I say a full load then I mean the word literally, in the mouth. She was so surprised that she began to swallowly swallow. When she completely sucked out me, she raised her head and said: “You horny Bengel are the first to ever injected me in my mouth.
I haven’t even allowed my husband to do that in the past ten years “. She washed the last sparrow residues from my licked stem and went out of the room. The whole thing seemed like an eternity, but it only took a few minutes to take a few minutes. The door opened and I saw how my bed neighbor’s wife came back in. She looked at her husband and found that he was still slept deep and firmly.
When she turned to me, she asked if she could do something good for me. I knew immediately that she was alluding to the moment before she Sister The room entered. Encouraged by the experience five minutes ago that you can achieve a lot with a research, I said: “Can you come around and give me a sip of drinking my mouth”. She slowly came around the bed and leaned over to my mouth with the glass in her left hand over me.
I took the glass to my lips but did not drink but looked at her neckline unadorned. Then I took a little sip around the lips to splash into their neckline. Your reaction was violent and unexpected. She trembled on the whole body and groaned quietly. I pushed the glass with the chin to the side and licked my tongue along her neck to her earlobe. Once there, I whispered in her ear that I would like to put my cock in her probably wet pussy now.
How old are you, she asked me when she looked me in the eyes of just a few centimeters. The horny atmosphere let me forget my actually existing shyness to women. I said back: “No matter how old I am, my cock would fuck you that you think you have inseminated a horse” (that was again a saying from a porn). The saying must have rinsed all inhibitions in her too. She looked briefly to the bed of her husband and then put her tongue in my mouth to my tongue.
One hand of her hiked under my duvet and found my already throbbing member. God, how can a stem that was so blanked just before, I thought again, I thought with myself. At that moment she detached herself from me, reached out her panties under her dress and pull, put it diagonally on the bed known so that her cunt came directly to my hand. For the first time my fingers touched a woman’s labia.
Moist, warm and plump, they felt. She said I should sprinkle the middle finger and then pushed her cunt on my finger. She fucked herself on my motionless arm and I played with the other fingers on her clit and on the hole. That was probably to be measured. She twitched back and said that she doesn’t like it when you play around her rosette. When I realized that they let the dress slide a little angry down to go away, I said a little louder: “And I don’t like a horny bitch as you make me horny and then depends on it.
Come here, jerk me or fuck me, otherwise I’ll call the sister and say that you have grabbed me “. She turned around, took out and banged me one. “You messed up bitch nobody talks to me. I’m not your hooker you stupid little kid “. Oops, the thing was going back, I thought. But at the same time I saw that an eerie pull of lust was seen in her face.
I summarized all courage and said in a deeply demanding voice: “Dimote, but your cunt juice ran down on my fingers and you wanked me like a possessed, so do not let the whole thing go out now. Better come to me and finally blow me one. Once you have tasted my fuck juice, you will sit on my cock all by myself “. Amazed about my own words I let my head fall back into the pillow.
She eyed me for a moment and then came up to me. “I have to admit that your dirty talk makes me sharp like a rocket, but do not picture that you can do what you want with me,” she said, taking my cock back in her hand. She leaned down her immediately started to blow one. Oh cool, I fucked this woman in my mouth. When I realized that it almost came to me, I said she should fuck me now because I would have already injected the night nurse into my mouth.
She looked up at a frightened questioningly and asked me how I would imagine that. “Don’t ask so stupid, raise your skirt, sit on my cock and ride me”. She also did that. When I was to fill her hole, she breathed in my ear that she hasn’t been taking the pill for years because her husband was sterilized. I replied that I really wanted to inject into her.
Another brief moment of pausing, then it rose so far that my bone -hard stand slipped steeply out of it standing out of it. She reached between her legs, touched my thickness from the clit to her poporosette back and forth until everything was damp and slippery. I suddenly felt an unspeakable pressure on my glans and then I felt my pipe slowly overcame the resistance of her sphincter. She had actually let me penetrate her ass with loud moan.
She said quietly that this was the only time that she would allow something like that. “And now spray in me and saw me like a horse you horny” she let herself slide deep on my hammer and cramped in a violent orgasm. If I hadn’t overwhelmed me in my inexperience so far, I could no longer adhere to me, no more clear thought. I injected my seed in long twitches deep into her dark cave.
It didn’t seem to end and I saw that it was anything but uncomfortable for her. When she, a little confused of her feelings, got down from me, she gave me a kiss and said that I should never forget the one made because it was unique and if she came back tomorrow everything would be like before this encounter. “You little stallion was the hottest thing that has happened to me for a long time, but if you want to get along with the girls in the future, screw your manners back to a normal size”.
These were the last words we had changed. Every further time when she visited her husband, we said kindly hello or bye, a week later he was released. However, I still enjoyed the remaining stay with the night nurse. She consecrated me in the high school of sex. She showed me tricks that should open up some “gates” in my later life. When I was released from the hospital and could use my hands again, I was fixed on sex that I fucked everything that came to me in my relationship.
My cusins, my aunt, her sisters, almost the entire ladies of my mother’s tennis group and even my grandma with her 68 years old was allowed to feel again what it felt like to be pulled through (that was when she caught me with my aunt while fucking).
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