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Preliminary remark: This is a first story that I wrote down with his consent, according to stories of a good friend. It is not a hardcore and if you expect that all the covers will fall in the second set, you shouldn’t read that at all. The meeting in Hamburg had been exhausting and his flight was canceled back to Munich. At the last second he still reaches the ICE. ‘Better 6 hours of train than one night in Hamburg’, he thinks and is looking for a place in the 1.
Class. After a large -scale car, he is not at all noticed today and he also finds an empty compartment. Constated and tired, he puts the suitcase onto the shelf, pulls the curtain and leans back into the comfortable armchair. He puts the headphones in the ear, presses the “Play key” on the smartphone and closes his eyes. Bryan Adams sings the “Summer of 69”. He nods and pictures of a hot summer of his youth pass him.
The Summer was previously marked by changeable, cool weather. But at the end of July it got hot and humid, so that the grain harvest on the parents’ farm rose with high pressure. I had no time for the afternoon meetings with the clique even during the school holidays. I would like to have seen Christina, the daughter of the neighboring yard, more often. But I had to work and she could enjoy the free time. Now the straw had to be brought in. A sweaty and dirty work.
I live on one of the four courtyards that form a small settlement, far outside the next town. Since we do not have to use public roads on the way from the fields home, we can load the straw wagons high. I see jealous how Christina as well as Renate and Melanie – the two girls from the courtyard – ride by bike towards the nearby quarry lake. They laugh and wave to me. In the evening the three trailers are loaded up and have to be carefully driven home.
Exhausted I lie high up on the straw. The path leads close to the house of Christina. The room to your window on the upper floor is open. I can look directly in. I straighten up and watch her downright her swimwear. It stands only about two meters away with my back to me and I can see the white contours that the bikini top left on its deep brown skin. She turns around and now I see her how God created her.
The long black hair falls on her shoulders, she stretches her arms up and for a few seconds or two I catch a look at her small, firm breasts. Then we are over past the window. I longingly hope for an evening meeting in the shed behind the courtyard. There we adolescents of the farms had set up a hiding place. Here we smoke secretly, chat and listen to soft music from a cassette recorder. But after the exhausting day I nod at the dining table and put myself in bed early.
At night I sleep restlessly, dream of Christina and her breasts that float over me while I try to grasp her. But just when I think they can grab it, the drivers fluctuate with straw through a pothole. I slip off the car and fall on the hard floor. At that moment mine comes Mother In my room to wake me up. It has already grown light and I see how my pants are tense over my excited limb.
I quickly pull the blanket up. When I look outside, I see dark storm clouds. With a little luck, it would rain so that we cannot go to the field today. But first of all it is important to unload the full cars. Now it is not so hot and stuffy in the barn in the morning, but the dust does not pull off and after we have emptied the last car, I look gray and dirty and the skin itches everywhere.
We are just pulling the last empty trailer out of the barn, when Christina and Renate come from the hiding place behind the barn. You look at me and start laughing. I only have a short jeans and the sweat that expires has dug little light furrows on my chest into the layer of dust. I also have to laugh, run to the blonde Renate, which wears a light, well -fitting top, and pretend that I want to hug her.
Renate is two years older than me and already has a fully developed body. Screaming she runs on it while Christina stops and stares at my dirty but muscular upper body. I laugh, call Renate “coward” and stop before Christina. “Well, smoked again,” I ask. Christina pulls a pattern over my dust -covered chest with the fingernail. “What’s that going on?“I look at her questioningly. Christina carries a short jeans and a red-carned blouse that she has knotted over her belly button.
I notice that the top buttons of your blouse are wide open and that she obviously does not wear a bra again. Although she did not yet have a friend and otherwise showed the countless attempts at rapprochement by classmates Rigoros, her somewhat more casual way of dressing has often taken care of coveted looks at school, but also shears. “Modern body painting. I then exhibit you in the state gallery, ”she smiles at me and continues to keep patterns on my dusty skin.
When Christina easily goes to the knee to paint a cringle to paint my belly button, the feeling of last night comes over again in view of the insight into her blouse. Suddenly she screams. “You pig, what do you think of!“She points to my bulging trousers and hits this elevation with the flat hand with the flat hand. More frightened than in pain I sink to my knees, hold my stiff part and moan loudly. Dismayed, Christina grabs me on the shoulder.
I fall forward so that my head lands exactly at the point between her legs, which I would also like to see without any disturbing clothing. She pulls me more faster about herself. “I didn’t want to hurt you, that was only a very easy folding. “Christina seems to be really afraid that she could have seriously hurt me in this sensitive place. I rejoiced inside, but continues to groan heartbreakingly. Suddenly there are thick drops and within seconds a violent thunderstorm goes down over us.
Although we quickly run to our booting, we are soaked when we reach it. The rain pours onto the old roof and in the humid heat of the day it begins to steam. Christina’s blouse sticks to her body and the dirt of my naked upper body is gathering on my waistband. She looks at me sadly. “My work of art has been destroyed before someone could admire it,” she giggles with pouting mouth angles. I can’t let my eyes from your now tight blouse, because under the thin fabric Christina’s breasts are clearly clear with the hard nipples.
“I can admire a piece of nature for this that even the largest artist could not make more perfectly,” I reply. Christina blushed and tries to lift the blouse off the skin. But this releases the knot, which holds the garment over her tight belly and it slips from below a piece over her right breast. She is now anxiously pulling the blouse down, which, as a result, has that the upper neckline gives a deep insight and I even see the dark buds for a short time.
Resigned, Christina raises his hands. “Then look, it’s nothing special. You can see that in every Oswald Kolle film dozen times. “I smile. “Firstly, it doesn’t run with us in the village cinema, secondly, I don’t think you get something comparable to see and thirdly I am not interested in the breasts of other girls at all. ” “I do not believe you. I watched her boys staring on Renate’s breasts.
There is a lot more than me, ”she replies in a sad voice. At that moment the old wooden door creaks on the dandruff. We drive around. Renate and Melanie are in the door. Melanie, who is the same age as Christina, begins to giggle, while Renate is angry with both wet shapes. “What about my breasts,” she screams and runs to Christina too. “Something doesn’t suit you. It is none of your business that the boys look at it.
You are just jealous. “She pulls Christina on her long hair and continues that she has at least something to offer. I want to rush Christina to help, but now Melanie is mingred down. It grabs me from behind on the wet trouser waistband and tears around me so that I get into the stumbling. I fall on the two bangers, who in turn stumble and plunge onto the floor. Suddenly Melanie begins to laugh out loudly.
“Like three cockchafer on your back, you stroll here in the dirt. “We stop three fighters, look at and laugh too. We are over and full of wet soil. The big breasts are darker on Renates light shirt and at Christina the last buttons of her blouse have also jumped open. Melanie looks at Christina’s breasts. “It’s not as small as you always do, Renate,” she turns to her big one Sister.
I can now admire the firm and perfectly shaped parts of my nightly dream from the very best close. “Come on, now you show what you have,” calls Melanie Renate and lifts the top to her. Renate wears a white, plump bra, which is now earth colors and moist. Melanie laughs at her: “Nice bra, explain the mother why he’s so dirty. “Renate shouts her sister. “What do you want, nothing can get dirty for you because you have nothing.
With your mini warts you really don’t need a bra. “The two sisters are now dragging each other on the clothes. It was enough for me. I was about to give my dream woman the long -awaited first kiss and now the girls chip like old market women. I just want to go into the house as soon as possible to take off my wet pants and myself under the shower to provide a little satisfaction. Because the whole situation hadn’t exactly contributed to calming my tightness in my pants.
I rap up and ask for ceasefire. The three girls look at me in a spiritual way. “You are the whole cause of the dispute. Now watch how you get out of the matter. “Melanie, which has always made ahead, encounters me and indicates my pants. “It doesn’t really seem to go to you either. We three chickens would not have any differences because of our bust size without the tap on the farm. But your men always only likes big boobs.
” I laugh. “Now I should be to blame because you have any problems. I don’t even know if this is only stuffed with Renate and you don’t press your breasts flat so as not to attract attention. “Suddenly the three young women stick together. “We didn’t need to attract attention through this part of the body,” it sounds unanimously in front of the teased and dirty teenagers. “But what effect it shows with you cannot be overlooked.
“Ashamed I look down on myself. In fact, the bump is unmistakable. I am looking for a way out of this processed situation. When I pretend to have to go into the house, since the harvest is still to be involved, the girls laugh me out. “In the weather, your parents are also happy about a break and certainly have no boredom. They are not yet so old that nothing works anymore “. Again it was Melanie who defused the tense atmosphere with the suggestive remark.
“Proposal to kindness”, she calls now. “You judge whether this is real that is in our blouses and you can let go of it once. That has to hurt hellishly to run around with such a stiffness all the time. “I look at her in a spirited manner. “Do you really think, I’ll get three graces down here in front of you. You are totally crazy. I don’t have it that way either. “When I want to get up outraged, Melanie reacts at lightning speed.
She reaches into my pants, opened the button of the short jeans, tears down the zipper and pulls me- before I can even react- the garment and underpants over my knees. Since I am about to take one step forward, I fall on the floor. I want to get up when Melanie throws herself on me, sits on my still dirty chest and presses my arms on the floor with my knees.
Usually I could have slightly throw off the petite melanie, but on the one hand I hindered the pants that are around my legs and on the other hand I don’t find the outlook so uncomfortable. Because Melanie strips her T-shirt over her head and now sits on me with a naked torso. There is not much to see, since your breast is actually only a gentle survey. But Christina has forgotten with all the arguments to button her blouse, so that her beautiful breasts are still free.
I fascinate fascinated on the two so different girls’ bodies. But Christina and Renate seem completely distracted. Your gaze is interested in my lower body. Melanie also registers her sister’s fascinated eyes and girlfriend. It turns around and sees the cause of the sudden silence. I only now become aware that I am still lying in front of the young women with the pants pulled down. Now I’m trying to shake off Melanie, which only leads to it faltering and instinctively sticks to my stiff -up rod.
I feel the firm grip of her warm hand, which I do not find and remain uncomfortable – if only to avoid supposed injuries to my sensitive body part – are quiet. Melanie, for her part, feels that it is not a wooden bar of the scales that she currently encompasses, but feels warm and pulsating. Dreamily, her hand glides down on the support that gives her holding, which causes me to have a suppressed moan. Christina apparently remembers the incident before the rain when she played in a playful way.
She apparently suspects that Melanie’s grip prepares violent pain and goes to my knees to free me from Melanie’s hand. A second hand now lies around my member. I cautiously behave, which prompted Christa to tug more on Melanie’s hand, which in turn means that the two hands now glide violently on my masculinity. Renate looks, one hand deep in her pants, interested in. She has already gained her experience and is well aware that such movements can lead to an eruption that lets the white liquid of the man shoot out of the crater.
And recently she had felt how such a hard rod in her Blessed Sacrament treasure chest, of which the mother always claimed that it had to remain in until wedding night. After this first time, however, she decided not to follow the mother’s advice – especially since it was too late anyway – but instead to fill this chest of lust as often as possible. For this purpose she had secretly prescribed the pill by her doctor.
I didn’t know all of this yet, but Renate confessed to me later. She now sees with a look at my face that the struggle for the staff should soon be decided. Therefore, she intervenes determined. I, who was not yet awareness of these secrets and considerations of the mature Renate at this point, see how she first gets rid of the dirty top, then the bra. I stare at the big breasts spellbound.
Then Renate is completely next to me without clothes, grab the two girls on their hair and push them to the side with a jerk. I breathe freely and want to rise. But Renate has already stood by my legs about me. Now my eyes are on the triangle between her legs. Blonde hair sprouts here and I think I can see a small opening. Before I am able to grasp what a sight is offered to me, I feel how something warm, unspeakably soft and damp closes around my limb.
This miracle of nature now moves up and down and triggers an indescribable, never known, and also with the nightly relief under the covers not comparable feeling. I still hear how Melanie and Christina scream, Renate is such a mean being and spoiled through and through in general, but I have already switched off and only indicate the sensory stimulus that runs out of Renate up and down the lower body.
I just felt how my part of my body begins to glow and has to explode at any moment. In view of the always faster movements of Renate, I can no longer hold back and hardly perceive the forces of the two girls. But suddenly it gets cooler for my hard tail. I tear my eyes open and see that Christina and Melanie have gripped their early girlfriend on their hair and arms and pull down from me. My rod protrudes into emptiness and Renate lies on the back next to me while Melanie tries to tie her legs together with a rope lying around in the shed.
Renate cheats wildly, but united the two friends manage to captivate them on their feet. I’m still jumping up completely dazed and trying to become master of the situation by packing Melanie on my shoulder to bend her from her big sister. But my lover Christina takes out and bangs one on my right cheek. “Subject to us here. I thought for a short moment, you have something to do with me.
But before it comes to the first kiss, you fuck around with the bitch, ”she hisses me angry. I want to object that she and Melanie are not entirely innocent in my location, but before I have had a say, Renate also allies with the two and now the three women like the washing women and pushes me around. I try to calm them down and point out in a quiet voice that the shouting will soon be mine Father, which I listen to the tractor in the neighboring barn, which will be aware of our hiding place.
As soon as I have spoken to the sentence, the door to the scal. The ramping girls stare in horror there. I hastily torn my pants up, tear a dusty tarpaulin from the old potato rotor and throw them over the three graces. Less than a second too late, a shape from the half -thoughts of the scales also appears and a voice that I knew is cries out: “What’s going on here, this is a mating site for half -mature brats? I will teach you what is decency.
“Now the bent shape is right in front of me and I see that it is the uncophorned grandfather of Renate and Melanie. “Mating site?“I look at him with a look as innocent as possible. “I’m currently repairing the old potato rotor. The thing squeaks in front of rust and I clamped my hand. Otherwise there is nothing but a few mice here. “Now I collect all courage and drive him:“ And in general, what have you actually lost in our shed? Should I tell my father that they sniff around here!“The old Troll pulls misconduct and grumbling.
When he closed the door, I carefully raise the tarpaulin up. I was already surprised why it was so quiet, but now I see the cause. Renate – which is still naked – fiddles around the place with two fingers, in which my almost virgin tail was stuck a few minutes ago and Christina and Melanie are fascinated. “Get off,” Christina screams, “you have lost nothing more here.
“At the same time I hear my father calling for me. It sounds quite angry, because during this whole adventure I did not notice that the sun has been shining outside for a long time and my old man is apparently about to share new work to me. Hasty, but also sad because of the missed spectacle under the tarpaulin, I leave the shed. As feared, work is waiting for me. In the evening I move back to my room, just lie on the sofa with my underpants in view of the oppressive humids, put the headphones on, close my eyes and listen to the latest plate of “Steppenwolf”.
The music is loud and I almost sleep when I think at dusk to see a shadow on the door. But I’m too tired to pay attention to it and soon slumber deeply and firmly. Since there are school holidays, I can actually stay longer. But if the weather is good, no consideration is taken into account. But it cooled overnight and the thermometer in front of the window shows lean 8 degrees.
Since my mother’s wake -up call also fails to wake up, I continue to sleep. I finally stand around 10. 30 a.m. and am amazed that there is a damp spot on my underpants. I can’t remember any dream that could have triggered this reaction. I hastily go to the bathroom, put on fresh things and sit down at the breakfast table. It rains outside and when my mother comes into the kitchen, she only thinks that today I have time to learn math in view of the weather.
The five in the certificate had annoyed my parents and since Christina also completed with the same note, we were damn to learn. But- that is that unfair life on a farm- only if there was no other work. At that moment it is already knocking on the door and Ms. Schindler, the mother of Christina, and her daughter come into the kitchen. In the large, old farmhouse, the kitchen, which could be entered directly from a back entrance from the courtyard, was the communication center.
Directly turned to my mother and not even note, she said: “The young lady wants to press in front of it, to learn math and we still have to go today. I put them in your care. Your son has to do something too, and together it learns better. “” He can’t do more than me either, “says Christina, but her mother pushes her into the kitchen and disappears. Christina has books and a big folder with them, trolling past me in the direct path into my room.
My mother indicates with a strict look to follow her. “But don’t disturb”, I still call and close the room door. Christina has a wide, gray sweater and a wrap rock in a hippie look today. ‘Not particularly careful,’ I think and sit down at my little desk to open my books. “There is too little space, come to the table here,” she grumbles and sits on the sofa. I sit next to you and ask where to start.
“Well then let’s start with it,” she grins, hangs up the folder in which I suspected her math records and puts a din a 4 sheet in front of me. I fall down my jaw. It is a pencil drawing. With fine lines, the sofa on which we are sitting is outlined. There is one person on it, only sparsely dressed, but with clearly erect, rather large penis. I take a closer look, see that the figure has headphones on and has quite a similarity to me.
A standing young woman can be seen next to the sofa. She has a diaper skirt and wears a wide sweater. The skirt is folded up at the front so that you can see the slim thighs and a dark triangle. Even the sweater does not sit as it actually belongs, but has been pushed on the right side of the woman’s chest. The breast can be clearly seen with the hard nipple, as well as a hand that seems to stroke it gently over it.
I look Christina in astonished in the face and realize that on the drawing, even in detail of the small mother’s time, it is hit on her right cheek. I am speechless and shower. But she smiles. “You want to see more?“Without a word, she gets another drawing from the folder. Again the same picture, but this time the woman has a hand on the tail of the lying and her other hand between her legs. The third picture sails on the table.
Now the woman is almost naked and the man has also pulled his pants down a bit (get?))). The woman’s lips hover over his hard rod. She smiles while he apparently sleeps deeply and closed his eyes. “There is something else,” I ask slightly irritated. She smiles at the cute. “The rest is up to your imagination. “I remember the wet area that shone on my underpants in the morning. “Who should that be, when should that have been and at all you seem to have a excessive imagination.
“Christina is still smiling and silent. “Now say something. You can hardly be in my room yesterday. I would also have noticed that, “I drive on. But she is silent, clears the drawings away and opens the math book. “Come on, we should learn here,” she breathes in a delicate voice. But at the moment I don’t like the sense of mathematics. I remember the supposed shadow, which I thought to have perceived in half asleep last night and also from the fact that the door to the back entrance is always open and it is not the first time It would be that my friends just walked up with my parents after a short “hello” to visit me late in the evening.
But Christina interrupts my considerations, leans back on the sofa, crosses his legs and begins to say any formula. “Explain this to me,” she asks me. I look at her. The diaper rock has slipped almost as far as in the picture. I can’t look away and not concentrate on mathematics at all. She asks again and leans over to me. Now the neckline of the wide sweater almost hangs on the navel and gives a look at your wonderful breasts.
Of course she does not wear a bra again. I get very dizzy. “First of all you have to explain how you come to the pictures. You can’t have drawn that yourself. “Christina looks at me with an innocent smile. “Melanie has always been a signal talent. And when we wanted to visit you yesterday and you slept so beautifully and firmly, she captured this moment on paper. “But you probably didn’t do everything that can be seen on the drawings?“She laughs out loud.
“Even if you ask so often, it remains a secret of what happened there. Maybe nothing was, but maybe much more than you think. And now let us solve these stupid tasks, otherwise I will get trouble with my parents again. “I notice that I can’t get any further and reluctantly devote myself to the textbook. It is difficult for me to concentrate, but after an exhausting hour we almost did the workload.
During the common looks in the math book, I moved very close to Christina. When we breed over the tasks, I touch her thighs with my hand again and again as if by chance. She shrugs with everyone Contact easy together, but says nothing. I become braver and let my hand lie quite high up on my thigh. Again there is no reaction, so I dare to stroke them very gently. Now I notice that she breathes a little louder, but continues to continue looking for a solution for the math task.
“I’m tired,” she sighs suddenly and leans aside to lean on me. I slide into the corner of the sofa, lie down half stretched out and she beds her head on my shoulder. Now the beautiful, brown legs are far away from my hands. But somewhere I have to put my hands off. I carefully place my right arm on her stomach. The sweater has slipped a little, so that 3 fingers lie on the bare skin.
I feel your warmth. I am braver with the left and push them from above into the wide sweater. Christina purrs like a kitten when I go all the way along her hand with this hand. When I can climb a small hill with two fingers of the left hand and hit the top of the summit there, I feel with my right hand how her stomach rises and lowers. Now I start a hike down with the fingers of the right hand.
“What are you doing?“She asks softly. “A small mountain hike, you have such a nice view from the summit into the deep valley,” I whisper back. “No, down there, with the other hand. “” The addiction to the source of the river at the end of the valley “, I score in her ear. “But you know that it is the forbidden valley. If you want to go in there, you have to pay a high price. “” Well then, call me the price “,” I whisper to her ironically.
She gropes along my body with her hand searching. But since she is half on me, she obviously doesn’t find what she is looking for. She slips a little to the side and turns to me. Her open mouth with the soft lips is now only a few centimeters away from mine. I gently approach your lips. Christina glides closer to me and for the first time our lips touch very tentative.
Our mouths continue to open and we research the previously unknown terrain with small tongue movements. We kiss ten minutes without continuing the exploration tour that started. Then I start again with the hiking of my fingers. The bud has hardened on the hill and I circle around it while the fingers of the right hand discover a warm and moist area in the valley between their thighs. But the depth of the source is still covered by a thin fabric.
But despite this shell, my search seems to have an effect. Because Christina breathes heavily and her abdominal blanket pumps violently. Her fingers were not inactive either. “But there is a powerful mountain,” she breathes between two kisses, “whether I can climb it. “” Try it, it is very easy to climb. “She suddenly crouches, opens my jeans with a rapid grip and grabs it in. “Feel like a thick snake, but much warmer.
“Your hands pull my pants down a bit so that the snake can come out of the cave. First she grants her gently with both hands, then she leans forward and touches the tip with her lips. My cock stretches towards her mouth longing. “The snake likes me,” she laughs quietly to her. “Not only that, everything else that depends on the snake likes you too. “Christina smiles.
We lie on the side of the sofa so that we can look into our eyes. Then our hands begin to explore the other’s body. I got to Christina’s Wickelrock with a while, so that the way to her source is free. Only the slip still bothers. It lifts the pelvis slightly so that I can brush it off. The source is very hairy and I can feel your small, closed labia well.
I gently stroke my fingers over it. Christina twitches and amazed I feel how the gate opens slightly. A few touches later the gate is wide open and I feel moisture on my finger. Now I penetrate very carefully and feel the region of the female body, which has so far been so strange to me. I feel a small survey that grows quickly and triggers a suppressed, pointed scream with Christina with every touch. When my tongue strokes her nipples and at the same time my fingers deeper in Christina’s warm grotto, she pushes out of pressing sounds and begins to twitch.
“Oh, that’s nice. Much better than when I do it myself, ”she panted,“ Make on, yes, exactly where your finger is now. That is indescribable. “Your hands did not remain idle during these first exercises in sex. You drive up and down on my shaft in the same rhythm as your body twitches under my touch. Now it gets warm and my cock trembles full of expectation. I want to straighten up to be able to penetrate her into her.
But she presses me back on the sofa. “Not yet, I’m not ready for that yet. Maybe next time. “I regretfully lie down and we continue the game of the fingers. Christina now always takes her soft, red lips to help the snake that she found in my pants. That shows effect. Because I know from secret masturbation when the time came.
I try to delay the explosion and intensify the movement of my fingers in Christina’s vagina. That also shows success quickly. With a violent movement, her muscles cramp, then she goes through a stormy shudder, she moans again briefly and then sinks together relaxed. “My first real orgasm,” she sighs, “and now you are on”. She torses herself and takes my cock in her mouth. I feel how it sucks and at the same time help with one hand to increase the attraction.
I breathe violently and inject the full load in your mouth. “Sorry, is still free here,” he frightened out of his dream. A woman, he estimates in the end of thirty, was in the elegant business outfit in his ICE compartment. She looked at him a little intimidated. “You probably had a bad dream. You moaned you in your sleep. I didn’t want to disturb her, but I reserved the space opposite “. He looked at her confused. “Sorry, yes, I’m probably fell asleep.
Of course, your place is still available here. Please, I can help you with the suitcase. “He lifted the difficult part on the shelf. “Where are we actually,” he asked his counterpart. “I just climbed in Kassel. I hope you didn’t have to get out of here. “” No, I drive to Munich, “he replied politely. The woman got a Tolino e-book reader out of her pocket and started reading. A sign for him that she doesn’t want to be disturbed.
Therefore, he also leaned back and put the headphones on and continues to dream. Christina is angry. “You could have warned me in time. “But it had come so quickly that I didn’t have time to do it. In the next few weeks our relationship cooled noticeably and after various unsuccessful attempts to sleep with her, she finally announced on my birthday that we should just stay friends. Disappointed, I retire with Georg, Christina’s brother, to our hiding place in the old shed.
There we recently designed the refuge by seats and benches from an old VW bus, an old table as well as candles and blankets. We listen to music and smoking. “What’s going on with your sister. The admirers run in rows, but she all comes off and after a short time she also sent me into the desert. Instead, she is related to Angelika all day. Is the lesbian?“Georg shakes his head.
“I don’t think Christina is just a little prudish. You don’t see that as she dresses and gives her, but I think she is afraid of sex. “But then why this Angelika? The clothes could be from her grandma and the hairstyle is from the day before yesterday. “Georg explains to me that their parents belong to some strict Christian community and Christinas probably see a confirmation that sex is dirty. I ponder it briefly, but then it can be removed as unchangeable.
During the Christmas holidays, Christina will be backed up with me for school again. She is now bringing Angelika more and more. Apparently as protection against my cautious approaches that started again and again. But one day Angelika is alone in the room. She is frozen from the long ride by bike and we are waiting for Christina. Then my mother comes to tell us that Christina is sick. I hope that Angelika would disappear to be able to listen to music undisturbed again.
But she just stays next to me, opens the textbook and begins to calculate something. I listen to disinterested and turn the music louder. She leans to the radio and turns quieter, I turn louder again and she grabs me again to turn it quieter. I grab her on my wrist and push her away. But Angelika defends himself. We ride for a while until I succeed in pressing them onto the sofa.
“Enter yourself, you have no chance anyway,” I fate her. But she winds like an eel so that I lie down on her and press firmly into the pillows. Angelika spread his legs and now clutches me with her thighs. I lie on her in the classic missionary position and she presses me firmly. Although I don’t find it desirable at all, I feel how something stimulates with me.
She also had to have felt that, because now she presses rhythmically with her thighs, which only leads to my cock get really hard. Since it is exactly in the right place, it is apparently also excited, gets red spots on the face and breathes pressed pressed. Since I want to free myself from the clasp, I let go of her arms and press myself off the sofa. Angelika uses this in a flash to pull her scratchy embroidery sweaters up and clear her breasts.
They were quite attractive, so I can’t take my eyes away. She now takes a safe hand between our bodies to my jeans. I feel your cold hand opens the button and glides into my pants. Even though I have been on self -help since the end of the relationship with Christina, I definitely don’t want this ugly duckling to take advantage of my emergency. On the other hand, I see your well -shaped breasts right in front of me, so I don’t defend myself further when her hand finally reaches the goal.
“My god, he’s fat,” she moans when she encompasses my cock. I shower when you touch your hands and straighten up. Your hand glides out of my pants. Angelika looks at me disappointed at first, but then she pulls her long skirt up her face, pushes her underpants down and whispers ashamed: “If you find me so ugly, take a look at this here. “I look at neatly shaved, virgin labia.
I had never seen that before, because girls their age were rather proud at that time when hair grew here. I carefully stroke the smooth survey with two fingers. She shrugs together. When I touch it again, the column opened like a shell. It shines moist and my fingers slide into the opening. Angelika groans and her abdomen pushes towards me. Then I hear steps from the old, creaking wooden staircase in the hallway.
I quickly pull my fingers out of her, push her long skirt and whisper, “someone comes there”. She sits up next to me and stares into the math book with a red head. I had to have deceived myself because the door stays and nobody comes in. Suddenly Angelika rises in silence, grabs her things and leaves the room without greeting. In the future she avoids wherever possible. In the evening I meet Georg in our shed.
I just want to tell him about the experience with Angelika when it can be showered from outside. We recognize Renate with a guy through our peep hole in the door. I look at Georg, he nods. Then we sneak back and hide behind all sorts of junk. From here you have a good overview. The door opens and Renate leads the guy to our seating area. A few weeks ago I was here with Christina to “test” the benches of the VW bus.
Unfortunately I didn’t get too far because the laying area I was supposed to do was supposedly not clean enough. Renate doesn’t seem to disturb this very much. As soon as she has settled on one of the car seats, she already goes to the guy’s pants. “Hey, not so fast,” he whispers and wants to turn away. But Renate doesn’t let go. She kneels in front of him and pulls on the jeans. But the guy seems to be surprised by her targeted approach.
Shortly after the experience in July, she confessed to me that she always needs sex. Of course, the strictly Christian parents were never allowed to experience this, which is why they selected our hiding place, but also all sorts of other places, far from the parental sphere of influence. This is pretty simple with your bust size. But this meme that she has now chosen does not want. I grin Georg and whisper: “As I assess the Renate, he will experience something right away.
“Georg grins back in a great way. Renate gets up and steps behind the guys. It picks up a strong cord that apparently lay on the floor, it winds around the guy and the backrest of the car seat and puts on it firmly. The guy looks totally belomed back and wants to defend himself. But Renate has already tipped the seat onto the backrest, so that the guy chops his feet upwards in the air.
Despite his resistance, she also puts both legs on the base frame of the VW seat. He can’t defend himself more than she opens his pants and nestled the goal of her desire. Then sucks and sucks them a little on it. The guy stops ramping, but stares at her – still lying on the back. Now Renate undresses in all soul rest, stands out across the guy wide -legged and continues to process his tail.
“Man, I would like to have a look like that sometimes on their cunt,” whispers Georg. I nod. When Renate is satisfied with the result of her efforts, she tilts the seat back into the right position. The cock of the guy stands steeply up. He grabs air like a fish on the dry, but brings out no sound. Renate does not torch for long, she can- reversed his back- to his leg on his rod and immediately start with up and down movements.
It doesn’t take long and it starts to moan. Then follows a short shower, she trembles and plumped onto the lap of the type. After a few seconds, she gets up, drives her hand over his still stiff tail once or twice, but then turns disinterested, binds him and calls: “Get off, but very quickly. “The guy sits there like frozen and stuck them. “Come on, disappear. “Now he wakes up, rolls his pants up and runs out of the shed as if by Dracula.
Georg and I can no longer keep up. We laughed suppressed, which of course Renate immediately notices. “You old tensioners, at least it was fun,” she roars into the corner from which laughter penetrates. We rap up and go to them. It stands there, naked, with a red head, flared bosom and angry face. “Do you believe that I would not have noticed that you are there. It smelled of fresh cigarette smoke when we came into the scales.
But hold the flap, otherwise you can experience something. “Then suddenly she gets a very gentle voice. “You Georg, you can get something to drink. There is nothing left in the box. Get something for it too. “Georg trolls from it. Now Renate grabs me at the T-shirt. “And you, do what I’m saying now too. “I’m trying to calm her down. “Sure, everything you want. “” Ok, then trousers down, “she orders.
I laugh. “Are you crazy. “” No, in no way, I’m still mega horn. “I think about whether it is not worth taking the risk. Georg understood safely and will dawdle. But Renate ends my considerations abruptly. She pulls my cock, which is still a certain size in view of the spectacle, kneels down in front of me and quickly brings it back to shape with a few skilful tongue games. “Don’t talk around long.
Just do it, ”she calls me unequivocally. After the months with Christina, in which I have never been allowed to penetrate her Blessed Sacrament, the invitation is too tempting. I quickly take off my pants and want to put Renate on the bench. “Remember you never face face. Maybe when I find a man I love. But when I quickly fuck I don’t want to see a face. “I look at her a little confused.
“And how should that work then?“She comes up to the old potato rotor, leans forward so that she can support herself there and stretches her bare back towards me. “Choose an entrance. Both are open. “I’m still completely inexperienced. Besides Petting nothing went with Christina. But the spread legs, the bare butt and the open entrances, show my cock the way. First I make the wrong access, so I can’t get in.
“Put it into the other hole, then he glides better into the ass afterwards. “In fact, my member slips between the labia that is already well lubricated by the guy. I’m still cautious at first, but Renate moans “faster, firmer” and begins to pump in her part. It doesn’t take long again and she trembles, shrugs briefly, groans and pushes me back. “Good thing and now the other entrance”. It is a bit tedious to penetrate this cave.
But when I’m in there, Renate starts the muscles. My cock is kneaded and massaged without having to move. Renate also seems to like this much better than before. She pants and groanes and I now also start to penetrate her deeper and to get a firmer. Then it goes very quickly with her. She screams oppressed and simply falls on the floor. I scare to death, bend over them and ask what happened.
“Everything ok, sometimes it works quickly with me from behind. But it wasn’t enough for you. Come on, I’ll blow you one. “Said done, she takes my cock in her mouth and I feel that there is a lot of more experience behind it than with the innocent Christina. It doesn’t take long and Renate swallows my full load. She licks over my cock again and … he shot up. Someone shook his shoulder.
“Forgiveness, they are not doing well?“The business lady from his compartment had bent over him. “They just groaned as if they would no longer get air. Should I call for a doctor?“He looked at a steady. “Angelika? I was just with Renate … ”Then he noticed that he must have dreamed of his first hot summer again. “Forgiveness, but I had slept badly for a few stressful days and at night. I’m fine, it was probably a nightmare.
““ Funny, my name is by chance Angelika. Link it to a nightmare?“At that moment he did not yet know that his second hot summer should start soon.
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