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From Tawareesch
Preliminary remarks:
This story is purely fictional. It arises from my imagination, plot and people are fictitious. Topics are voyeurism, Fling and humiliation. The story is complete with a framework, etc.
Anyone looking for a story in which it starts with the rummaged is wrong here. Don’t worry, sooner or later it goes to the matter, but a little foreplay is part of it.
The story can be spread unlimited in connection with the author name. It is part 1.
I will write more parts if the need exists. Please reactions [Email Protected].
A family full of surprises – part 1
I am 42 years old. I have dreamed of the greatest debauchery for almost three decades and at the same time led the life of an boring.
And now, from one day to the other, all of my dreams come true – and nightmares? I can’t believe it, but reality teaches me a better one. My wife cheats on me, my daughter is a cheap bitch, my son is a perverse.
And I’m in the middle of it.
*
At this point I don’t want to get the usual whining of the starved husband. But the facts are clear: my sex life is limited to a short-intermezzo according to Scheme F.
In order to fulfill the desire to have children – which I only shared at the time – my wife Karin once pulled all the stops, presented himself in lingerie and participated only conceivable position. As long as I sprayed it in it, she was ready for every shame. Today the twins are 18 years old – and this wild time is that many years ago.
Of course I am glad today that Tamara and Max, our children, exist. I would like it to be if my wife’s sexual openness had not ended with the gathering date.
Since then it has been going as described: a mandatory date lends itself to the mandatory date, and with extensive breaks in between. I’m not a nimpering stallion, but every few days I would love to let off steam between the thighs of my still very pretty wife. Karin is now 38, still built very well thanks to sports and a balanced diet, she has a pretty, open face, half -length dark blonde hair – the kind of woman who does not immediately attract everyone on the street, but which has the attentionwhen it is discovered. Also in our circle of acquaintances, sheer couples around 40, you enjoy a lot of silent recognition on the side of the men.
What the admirers do not know because I don’t care about such things: Karin is not exactly prudish, but also no revelation in bed. This does not only affect the frequency, but also the type of sleep (and in this case I don’t find a better word for it). My friends seem to believe that pretty tits and a crisp butt are a guarantee for top performances in bed.
Well, guys, I have to disappoint you: sex with Karin is good because she is built cool, but more as a missionary position, maybe riding briefly or exceptionally there is no from behind.
Blowing she finds “somehow unnatural” and rewarded me for my birthday once a year. She can hardly ever be licked (“the tickles so bad”), although her pussy is a dream and I would get it every day in this way, and her butt is taboo anyway (original quote: “He, away there, wrong hole!»).
What is denied to me in everyday life, I get like many fellow sufferers in “manual operation” with that Internet As a stimulation aid. I noticed how many varieties of sexuality turn me on. At first I just looked at “Blümchenex” of normal couples, later I expanded my area of interest.
Older men with young girls (of course at a permitted age), black stallions with delicate white blondes, Gangbang With sperm shower, incest fantasies – all of this ranked me. And how I sat there and did something good every day, I was very aware that I would never really experience all of this.
I had enough opportunity for my little hobby. I am an independent architect and have my studio in the basement of our house.
My wife has been working part -time since the children can take care of themselves, and so I spend some hours alone at home. I have a number of lucrative mandates that bring in enough so that I am not forced to get and carry out any tedious small orders. Since work is easy to do, I may be 50 percent busy today. And I spend the remaining 50 percent of expanding my handsome web porn collection.
But then he came, the day on which this collection was exceeded by reality.
*
It was on a Thursday.
I had a customer appointment in the city -we live in a small rural suburb -was there in the early afternoon as an appointment and finally found that I could have saved the journey. My customer had not yet thought about the project that he wanted to entrust it to me, he only raved about the dimensions of the construction project. But all of this, I found out, was still dependent on a series of approval processes, and if at all, I would only come to the train in months. I booked the unnecessary meeting under the keyword “customer care” and drove back home much earlier than planned.
As expected, nobody was there, Karin worked, the twins were at school. I went to the studio, drew listlessly on a dream villa that I had designed out of a mood before I finally tied the computer and clicked through my film collection. I decided on a strip in which a young, talented American had a wonderful natural breasts of three black nails – a different word than this would be inappropriate, because that was exactly what took place here. The blacks pounded on dainty things without a stop, mostly all three holes of the little ones were occupied.
I was wondering every time the girl – she was a maximum of 20 – could handle these three giant cocks.
In other recordings that I had from her, she pushed average things up to the attack in her sweet mouth, but this caliber did not even bring her to half between her lips. Not to mention how your little Ärschlein was finished with this challenge. In an extensive (literally) anal scene you could see how one of the blacks is his tail made it disappear in her butt in a slow motion, and that up to the root. The little gasped and japst, but only until the second guy stuffed her mouth.
In the approximately 15 -minute neckline, each of the three was at least once in each of their holes, and last but not least, they all splash in the face at short intervals. The girl was soaked in sperm and was rather taken away. Somehow it didn’t look like pleasure, but as I was sitting there, my cock in my hand, I didn’t care. I got my expense.
At least almost.
Because before I could finally spray myself, I heard noises from the ground floor. The apartment door opened and closed, then voices sounded. I hectically let my still plump cock disappear in my pants and buttoned her too. The excitement was actually unnecessary.
On the small wall table that we had in the house entrance, it was noted that I was away until the evening – which was also planned. And whoever came home now had to think alone at home and had no reason to get down into the abandoned studio.
Nevertheless, my desire was in the basement and I did not intend to start a start. I drove down the computer and went up to see who had come home. The timetable of my children is not particularly familiar, but as far as I knew, Tamara and Max were at school until late afternoon, they were in the same class.
And Karin worked until evening.
Once at the top, I didn’t see anyone. I put on and wondered if I had interrogated earlier. I wanted to go back to the studio when I saw two pairs of shoes in the entrance area. My wife is not a law enforcementist, but she doesn’t like it when people with shoes litter around in the house.
I recognized Tamara’s sneakers, as always thrown into a corner relatively carelessly instead of properly put on. There was another pair of sneakers, but I had never seen before. In any case, they didn’t belong. Since my children still live from me, I know halfway, where and in which brands the money flows.
Tamara had taken a friend home? That would have been completely okay, only she did very rarely.
It is at the age when she finds her parents terribly skewers and is therefore ashamed of the normal, average environment in which we live. Instead, she tends to hang out with her friends.
Whoever it was, I didn’t want Tamara to think at home alone while having gone around the bottom, so I decided to let her know. I went up the stairs to the upper floor, stood in front of her closed door and just wanted to knock when I heard a noise that I couldn’t classify properly. I let my hand sink again and came closer.
I started to breathe unconsciously and turned the ear towards the door.
It was not spoken. I listened to music, but very quiet – and that at Tamara, which I otherwise had to ask several times to turn the volume down several times. The sound that I heard next to the music was somehow suppressed, it reminded of something known, and yet I was not clear what it was.
That was the moment when I crossed a border.
I ducked myself a bit and looked through the keyhole. No doors have been completed in our house since I once announced that the twins were given the potting of the twins. At that time I had collected all the keys, which initially brought some protest, but was no longer an issue, because both Karin and I always knocked on the rooms of our children anyway.
In many erotic stories, the view through the keyhole always opens half palaces. Secret observers recognize every detail down to the back corner of the room.
The reality looks different: my field of vision was very limited, especially since I couldn’t gymnastics at the door, but had to behave still. What I saw was sufficient. Tamara’s bed was in my perspective. My daughter sat on it, next to her a boy I didn’t see exactly because his face was facing Tamara.
The two kissed, and that was quite committed. The indefinable sound that I had heard was a mixture of damp lips and tongues that met, suppressed moaning and sighing as well as two pairs of hands that had to be created on the body of the other. The boy had put a hand on my daughter’s breasts while the other drove over her back, stayed on the butt and began to knead there. Tamara, on the other hand, had put an arm around the boy’s shoulders, while the second hand was not in my field of vision.
To close the location of her arm, but she was in the lap of the unknown to me.
I am now writing all of this very soberly and factually, like looking at an outstanding one, purely descriptive. What I tried in the few seconds in which I tried to classify the scenery but went through my head. My daughter was 18 and therefore legally and morally able to do what she was doing. But if you have children yourself, you can imagine that the thing was not quite as easy for me.
For me, Tamara was still my little one, my sweet, the girl with the satchel and hair braids. I knew theoretically that she was now a young woman that she had needs of this kind, but I couldn’t deal with it in practice. Here a young guy massaged my daughter’s breasts and grabbed her ass, damn it! I would have loved to storm into the room, had pulled the guy off the bed and gave him a few steps.
Why I didn’t do it? I literally had the jack in the door, I knew that what I was going to do not do not the behavior of an enlightened man in 21. Century, but I couldn’t think clearly.
The latter was at the same time what my project stopped me. Because just when I wanted to leave my observation post and storm my daughter’s fortress, the boy pushed her t-shirt up. Tamara’s bra appeared, an unadorned, ordinary bra, which the boy opened on her back with his second hand at that moment.
Of course I had already seen my daughter’s breasts. But for two or three years Tamara has not been as relaxed as a little girl in this regard in this regard.
She had become aware of her body and its effect and probably didn’t find it anymore, naked in front of her Father pose. So I hadn’t had this sight for a long time, and a lot had happened at Tamara since that time. She had the breasts of a young woman – not quite a handful, but as with young bodies, the case is still plump and tightly and slightly upstairs.
I left my hand, which had already included the jack, sinking again and pressing the eye closer to the key hole, as if it were getting closer to her. I forgot everything around me and stared at the tits of my 18-year-old daughter, while a maybe 17 or 18-year-old guy worked on her nipples with his fingers and put his tongue deep in her mouth.
I knew that what I was doing here was wrong, I knew I should have got up and go, but I couldn’t do it. I was so sunk into the scene as the two teenagers on the bed.
Later I blamed myself. But at that moment everything went in front of my eyes off like one of the films that I down on the Internet. I saw Tamara wiped her T-shirt completely and then with her boyfriend-it was her friend? She had one? – did.
It was well built, muscular and sporty. The two now laid on the bed, so of course I no longer had a view of their tits, but I was quickly compensated for this loss. Because although they didn’t stop for a single second to kiss, they somehow managed to get rid of each other of the rest of the clothes and were closely intertwined as a naked couple after a few moments.
My daughter was a feast for the eyes. At that moment she wasn’t my daughter, she was just an extremely cool teen girl in lovemaking.
Tamara is relatively small, petite, but not thin, and she has a surprisingly long legs for her modest size. What I could admire for the first time in a long time was her beautiful skin: exactly the right degree of tanning, the skin looked velvety. Her butt, which I saw clearly when she lying on the side, a leg around the abdomen of her type was first class. I am a PO fetishist, it has always been, and of course I haven’t missed that my daughter had a great ass, like everyone at her age, she mostly had skin-tight jeans.
But there is a difference whether you can guess shapes through fabric or whether the crunchy rear baking gray naked in front of your own eyes. That was exactly the case here: I stared at my daughter’s bare ass, who was also in constant movement because Tamara literally rubbed her friend’s thigh and at the same time worked his hand with her hand – while her tongues did not separate for a second.
I suddenly heard myself breathe, noticed that I had unconsciously started kneading my stiff through my pants – and I knew that I had to take a posture immediately. If I stood at my daughter’s door here and moaning while my wife came home or the friend of Tamara suddenly teased the door, this would give some need for explanation. Sure, Tamara also had it, but my secret big brother tour was unused.
I tore off from the keyhole, gave way back from the door and tried to get my breathing under control.
I swear in everything that is sacred to me: I wanted to go down the stairs towards the studio and forget what I had seen. But I couldn’t make it. My cock blew up my pants for a hair, I had never felt a massive erection so much. Sure, stiff is stiff – you think.
This was done. The scenery, the taboo, to watch my own daughter to sex, was just too horny. I have had so far, and that is the truth, never sexual thoughts about my daughter. Maybe I had looked at her admiringly when she was hip -swinging in front of me or something, but I always thought that my Tamara would one day make a man very happy, I hadn’t wished for myself in this place.
And even now my lust was not about incest, It’s about pure voyeurism: I like to watch people during sex, and here I was witness to a live presentation of two attractive young people, basta.
I took a deep breath, opened my pants, took out my stiff and stepped back to the keyhole. The young couple was too deeply in his game to remember something, Max was in school (Tamara was actually here for this fuck here or how?) and Karin would be back from work at the earliest in an hour. The risk of discovery was low, and if I didn’t use this chance, I would regret it all my life, I knew that. And my decision was worth it.
The two had now set up.
The young, according to Tama’s moaned love comrades, was called Martin – sucked on Tamara’s nipples as he put her tits together and kneaded. My daughter had closed my eyes, put his head back and jerked Martin’s cock slowly but steadily.
Martin Liess Tamara’s nipple slide out of his mouth and pressed out panting: “Let’s fuck. Now.
He won’t get harder anymore, believe me.”
Tamara opened his eyes and examined his best piece. “Okay, and what about me?“With these words, she settled on all four, head towards pillows and stretched her butt seductively, the legs spread out. I looked directly into my own daughter into the slightly open pussy and the little rosette. My cock began to twitch and I immediately stopped rubbing it – already injecting it would have been stupid, because this was certainly even better.
Martin stroked her ass, let her hand slide down and reached into the crotch. A finger disappeared into her pussy, and the moist, smacking noise was unmistakable.
“You’re already gossip, what more do you want?”
Tamara looked up. “What kind of sick idiot are you that you don’t want to lick me? You have never had such a horny pussy.
Martin let a second finger disappear in her teen slot. “Nobody says that I don’t want, but if so, then the full program.“With these words, he lay on his back and pushed under Tamara, which easily raised one leg without hesitation until Martin was correctly positioned correctly.
Then she let a little sink again, so that the face of her lovers literally disappeared between her thighs. Martin immediately started licking her, Tamara’s head disappeared from my field of vision towards the mattress. No question, she sucked his cock now, but unfortunately I couldn’t see this part of the show.
The next few minutes could only be heard the groans of the two. Again and again Martin’s head sank back and he had a gurgling gasp.
Apparently my daughter was a talented wind player. Whenever Martin was passive for too long and enjoyed the treatment, my daughter began to wiggle with the buttocks as a sign that he should be licking. When Martin just stayed down and did not make any institutions to stir, Tamara put on his way and literally pressed his pussy in his face. I heard Martin’s suppressed bundle under my daughter’s lap while she had it circle on his face and only let him breathe again after a few moments by raising the ass a little.
Martin protested briefly and fell silent when Tamara took her old position again and continued to blew.
My daughter was obviously a little bitch and knew what she wanted – and what didn’t. When Martin once tried to make his index finger damped with her pussy juice disappear in her rosette, she heard an “n-n” without relieving his cock out of his mouth. Martin really interpreted this as a “no” and pulled his finger back. Her rejection did not prevent him from letting his tongue slide over her tight asshole every now and then, while he actually licked her pussy.
Tamara put up with this.
What succeeded in the following 20 minutes is quick described: I saw a guy, which was about 18-year-old, strangled by my 18-year-old daughter in various positions after fishing a condom from the dresser. I realized that my daughter was anything but inexperienced and that had already done this here several times. I jerked my cock and sprayed in a handkerchief twice while Tamara let himself go in front of my eyes completely and fucked uninhibitedly. She rode on Martin, she could be taken from behind (but of course not in her butt), most recently he was lying on her, she had artfully brought her legs behind his back, he pushed hard and quickly, Tamara screamed out her orgasm in shortThen Martin also came.
Whether there was an aftermath of what happened to the full condom – I didn’t see all of this anymore, because I was in a hurry to get away from the door. I stumbled the stairs on the ground floor with half -open pants and from there into the studio, closed the door behind me and sagged together on my office chair.
This scene had been the hottest of my life. If my own wife were only half as dirty as my daughter, I would have a better sex life, shot through my head. But no, my Karin had to be prudish and boring as for the bed.
Maybe she wasn’t at all, I thought about it while I let my gossip -in -hand paper handkerchiefs slide into the bucket under my work table and my pants were closed again.
Maybe Karin also had her fantasies, maybe she even lived out secretly without me knowing about it. After all, I had also thought my daughter for innocence from the country. I found that the idea that my wife could have an active sex life behind my back was not disturbing, but animating. It went so far that I thought about: if she doesn’t do it today, then I might get her ..
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