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The episodes in ‘my different life’ sometimes happened to me as well as described, Some have happened, but adapted and/or decorated so that it better fits into the story and some are pure imagination and desired ideas. ————————————————… And after the experiences with Bernd, of course I was totally confused and irritated how I should behave from now on. Bernd throws me out of the apartment or ignores what happened, or what does he expect from me now, how to proceed.
Anyway, I was totally haphazard and yet I had to think more and more about what happened. And the more I thought of it, the more it found it in my head cinema. I wished more and more that it could or should repeat itself. No, it had to be repeated, because the thought of it, made me more and more flush, but nevertheless I was still haphazard. Then came to me the excursion With Daniel right. Daniel was once one of my best friends as long as we went to school together.
Since we both studied at different universities in different cities, they naturally lost sight of each other. I was all the more surprised when he emailed me that he wanted to ski with 3 buddies on a long weekend from Thursday to Sunday in the Austrian Alps. Since someone had canceled, he would be happy if I spontaneously had time and could step in. That fit me excellently. I had time and I needed a change of location to sort my thoughts, because I didn’t get Bernd out of my head as long as I saw him every day.
Obertauern was a dream. Sensational slopes, fantastic foresight, many young party people, because it was the notorious ski opening weekend and we were right in the middle of it. Daniel, my buddy of yore, his 2 new fellow students, Martin and Cem, and I. The only thing I underestimated was this icy cold. Minus 10 C during the day and with the strong wind it felt like minus 20 degrees, minus 25 degrees and for the night there was also a fall in temperature and I was not completely equipped for that.
Shortly before the shop, I wanted to quickly buy something warm to put on. But the prices for complete winter equipment were crazy and not affordable for me, so I hectically grabbed myself from the desk of a sealed pack with thermal underwear and it was good, that would be enough. Back in my room then the disillusionment when I looked closely at the pack and took out the individual parts. A thick, dark tights and a black thermal top with sleeveless, narrow straps, with a pointed excerpt, woven heart pattern and also the emphasized bay for breasts were clearly sewn in.
Now I had the choice: freeze even more on the first evening than on the journey and get me pneumonia or attract this lady’s set, which nobody would see under my things anyway. Since the boys outside in the living room of our apartment already glowed and put pressure on finally pulling off, I decided to put on the stuff without further ado. It fit. It nestled well on my figure. It felt very gentle and somehow right to reach these things, because it triggered a little tingling and embarrassment in me.
I liked it. But now quickly pull the other things over before one of the 3 bursts in and see me that way. We still had a little walk in front of us, but it should be worth it. The atmosphere in the Lürzer Alm was phenomenal. Hüttenzauber and après-ski, rustic party atmosphere and celebrations and drink without end. It was a very nice exuberant evening and Daniel, Martin and Cem donated one round after the other. The boys spoke to the prettiest girls non -stop and invited them to sit with us at our table and there was already the next round schnapps.
I usually drink little alcohol and therefore tolerate him badly. I probably underestimated the effect of the many schnapps that I drank that evening. The exuberant mood of my friends that evening had somehow infected me. The fact that I was sweating with tights and thermal top in this party sauna, pregnant with testosterone, should be clear to everyone and because I first forgot that I was wearing the women’s underwear and that it really didn’t matter to me thanks to the alcohol, I took off my sweater.
My 3 party colleagues immediately saw what I was wearing there and from then on I was the center of all jokes and suggestions – and I have to admit to my shame, I liked that quite well. The 3 were already served very powerfully and so flirting from the real women shifted more and more to myself and I enjoyed being the focus. However, it was not just when flirting with words. As guessed as we were, Martin first started to massage and kneading my little fat tits and Cem worked up to my step up to my step thanks to privacy screen from the table top, on the inside of my thigh.
Both joined and cheered and we didn’t care about the people around us, as we didn’t care while they were roaring one party hit after the other. At the latest here I could and would have had to draw a line clearly, but I was not used to being the object of desire and I didn’t want to give up this feeling so quickly. What should happen here in a pub filled with over a thousand guests and Daniel, my old buddy, was still there and watched from the other side of the table how Martin and Cem went to me.
There was a short moment when Daniels and my eyes met and we stared into the eyes of a felt eternity (not 5 seconds). The music seemed to be over and there were only two over there. It was as if we had two a short, bright moment and we both communicated in silence and realized in our own world, what a blatant shit is going on there. This moment was suddenly interrupted, because a few tables continued a fight.
First spray beer through the area, then glasses and fists flew. “Let’s get away,” shouted Martin and we all jumped up immediately, grabbed our things and stormed out of the restaurant. When Cem showed us outside that when he storms out he had an almost full bottle of vodka from one of the tables, we felt like kings and roared with laughter and celebrated each other. From then on it was clear that we are now only going to the apartment and empty the bottle of Vodka as a crowning glory.
When we arrived in our room, we got rid of our jackets, pants, sweaters and four of us sat down on my bed. The bottle was passed around and since I was still wearing tights and my sleeveless top, Martin and Cem began to punch me again. Of course I was outraged and hit Cems hand away from my thigh, but in my dusel I lay down at the same time and my whole body language literally begged that he should continue.
Then I took Martin’s hand off my chest and put it on his knee. In doing so, I mighted Martin’s boxer in the step area, which he took as an opportunity to grab my hand and press it violently and definitely pressed and rubbed on his penis. I did not defend myself because I was first drunk and secondly it was still the focus. Daniel sat at the end of the bed and only watched the menage a trois.
Cem and Martin weren’t that reserved. Cem tore both my tights and my underpants on my buttocks. From here I simply burned the last still existing fuses. I allowed my legs spread and started to fervently pamper my wide -up buttocks with my mouth. I didn’t just let these tenderness be done with your eyes closed. On the contrary: I groaned so loudly that the men could have no doubt that I liked these tenderness.
It was so incredibly beautiful and exciting that my mouth remained open to me. Martin used this and put me in his mouth, which has now been liberated, in my mouth. I greedily accepted it and sucked and jerked as much as my condition still allowed me. In the meantime there were already 2 or 3 fingers from Cem in my buttocks and he stretched my entrance with a purely clean movements until I could no longer stand it and literally bend, you may finally fuck me.
Then Daniel came to it, raised and positioned my pelvis, so I in the dog position of Martin tail Furthermore, he was able to sank his rock -hard tail up to the eggs into my hole with a thrust. I briefly opened, but thanks to alcohol, Cems Preliminary with his fingers, his tongue, his spit and my almost endless lust was only very short. And so Daniel began to fuck me up very hard. This passion, this dominance, the object of desire – since this night I felt that I was fully on it and enjoyed every bump, every tail, every drop sperm.
Yes, also sperm. Because Martin quickly poured in my mouth with several batches and I sucked, drank and swallowed like a thirst. “Yes, sip my juice, you little bitch,” Martin asked me. I will be willing. I swallowed salty sperm, what I could, but it was a lot of horny juice and a part also ran over my lips and over the face. No 2 breaths later, Cem put his cock deep and demanding in my mouth, so my disappointment and emptying only lasted briefly.
I didn’t really care about whose cock where was there. So many men’s hands that feel my body, stroked, kneaded and so many cocks – and all only for me. I was indescribably cool now. Daniel still pushed into my tight pussy like a presshammer. His spanking and deep, massive bumps spread my ass cheeks, his heavy and deep -hanging eggs clapped against my ass and my eggs with every push. The louder I groaned with a cock in my mouth, grunted, smacked, the harder the bumps became, the more often I was verbally humiliated and as whore, Drecksau, bitch, fagpel, the gross the men were made until Daniel finally relieved with a loud brunft scream in my intestine.
At first I was still amazed, but then I noticed what men, hetero-men probably noticed, but are capable in their lust, because it didn’t take 10 seconds because Cem had already sunk his tail in my wide-wound ass dripping ass.I rammed like a rabbit. I don’t know how long the first round went, but I think it was less than 10 minutes, but from then on I didn’t count and I didn’t know who came like when, because I also got a kind of film tear.
I believe that each of the three men came in my mouth at least once and once in my buttocks. I had sperm in my mouth, my face, on my chest, my hole was flooded and from there it was spread between my buttocks and around my pubic area everything was also bribbery. I felt a tremendous feeling of power because I, a little meaningless Hanswurst, caused 3 seasoned men to do things that they never considered or ever wanted to do, despite all their macho principles and I made them do everything they couldand liked.
It was Taghell when I tried to open my eyes. My head boomed like crazy, my body made only very slow movements, my innards hurt as if Jack the Ripper tried to evoke me. My bed looked broken and devastated, the blanket and Pölster lay on the floor, the sheet was also crumpled somewhere, I straightened up and reached between my legs. Everything burned, it felt very swollen and I was sitting in a puddle with the juices that slowly turned out of me.
It smelled of sweat, sperm, musk, or rather, it stood out for sex orgy. Cem was also next to me, the other two were gone, probably in their own beds. I didn’t feel good at all, it was most striking. Physically miserable, overnight, pissed off in the remaining rump and everything hurt me. And then there was also the mental pain. Guilt, shame, pain, because everything was not a dream and I had been used by everyone like a cheap street bitch.
My attempt to get up failed. I was weak, haphazard, disoriented so I lay down again to think and get strength. Due to my movements, I should have aroused Cem. We looked at each other briefly, it seemed to him to be like me too. One literally looked at him how disoriented he tried to understand why he was in a strange bed naked next to me and reconstructed the last hours in his thoughts.
Cem was probably faster and fitter than me, because before I really got myself, he had already spread my thighs without a word and pushed his morning latte into my still lush asshole. I hardly fought myself because I had no strength. And why, after all of what I had allowed a few hours ago. That morning this fuck didn’t make me horny like last night. I only felt shame and increasing despair about what I had done and was already doing again.
I was a cheap, lousy faster and hadn’t earned it better! Since he had packed me in the missionary position, I was so ashamed to look into his face so that I held my hands in mind and turned away. But this humiliation had not yet reached its climax. Cem got a hiccup due to his fucking movements and through a mixture of belts and hicens he had to bump up a small handful of peasant, which directly clapped on my stomach.
With a quick hand movement, he wiped his vomit to the side, so half in bed, half of the ground landed on the ground. I couldn’t cry differently than to cry and the tears rolled down on the side of my face, but all of this did not take care of this either. “Don’t stand up like that, you little bitch, you couldn’t get enough of it a few hours ago,” Cem mealed me and gave me a little slap with the same hand with which he was cleaning my stomach while he was hard while he was hardLick on continues and incessantly into my hole.
It hurt, physically and mentally. He fucked me in my aching hole without mercy and after he had hosed into me, he went and left me in a big sparrow. Wordless. Greeting. And I understood. After this uninhibited night I was no longer a nice little boy next door, but only a cheap fuck bitch that could be used and abused by everyone at will. Should. Had to. I was so finished that it took more than two hours before I could at least take a shower and put on.
I heard the others, dull through the closed room door, how they frivolous and with a laugh, left the apartment. I didn’t know where and I didn’t care either. Unfortunately, I became the experiences of the previous night too under the shower Not going, although I let the water run for almost half an hour and sipped every square millimeter of my body. Even after the shower, I still had the feeling that I smell of sperm, vomit, musk, musk and uninhibited lust.
I traveled prematurely without notification. I never wanted and should never see Daniel, once one of my best friends.
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