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Now I’m sitting here. Viewed the view in the middle, just like the other participants in our small chair circle. In a relaxed seating position, the legs hit one above the other, I fled on the chair and waited for the beginning. I like it very casually, what my style of clothing proves and don’t really care about what others think of me or think about me. Peter sat on the right next to me. The shirt of his favorite football club,- no idea which one was, I didn’t know myself with something like that, I could only see one animal and the colors white-red- had a few stains, he was wearing a gray, unmodern jogging pants and his flip-flops.
Of course, with white tennis socks. cliche? Yes of course. But you just couldn’t expect more from Peter. He was too happy to sit next to me. We had a similar problem, and sometimes his imagination went through him a little bit. But what should he do about it? I was able to fully understand his desire. Of course I enjoyed his eyes, even if he wasn’t my dream type now, but in this – Father calls them very lovingly – “cleaning aid”, you just had to use what you could.
Peter was in his mid -50. About the age of my father. He was wearing a hard -earned beer belly in front of him and had a mustache of these tickling 70s mustache. My cute little Peter. Heike was sitting on the left of me. Our, so -called, wallflower. A firmly stipulated ponytail was well on her shoulders. Behind the ears, the frame of the mighty visual aid protruded with thick glasses. Probably as thick as a bottle floor. Heike was almost blind without her nose bike.
Sometimes, during her desire, she also used this little disorder to the fullest. Heike works in a tax office, is about in her mid -30s and has a one -room apartment in her hometown. At the weekend she made her mom eat and goes with her to the park to feed the ducks. Yes you heard right to feed the ducks. Actually a dear girl. However, only until the greed grabs them, then you don’t recognize Heike.
By because of wall flowers. Unfortunately I have not yet experienced it live and in action, but when she held the narrative rod in her hands, then I always got such a tingling feeling around my nipples. And yes you have heard right again, we get the so -called narrative staff. There were at least 10 others in our group in this small gymnasium. There was the instructor from a restaurant, Frankie, I think he was his name, which allowed the one or the other intrusiveness too much.
The head of a large sanitary company, Doris, who liked to be laid a pipe. The physiotherapist, Martin, who almost lost his job through his addiction. And still a few others. Some came quite often, and some even the first 1-2 times. The meetings are exhausting, even if you get good and creative things to hear. However, our group leader Ms. von Ahlberg gets on my nerves. A frigid, self -proclaimed saint who wants to bring us poor people out of society, little people to the right path.
Pah, but she is at the wrong address for me. However, I have to take part in these sessions – even if my cunt tingles my cunt – because my dear father leafs a lot of ashes and I only get a chance to return to my beloved home. I had to master the “cleaning aid” with flying colors. My father is a doctor of biology. In addition, professor at the university, which is the largest population of our town, as well as CEO of a leading research institution.
Actually, I hardly see him at all, because he prefers to spend his time in Ecuador to get to the bottom of any human puzzles there. So, but enough of the others. Let’s finally come to me, and for what everyone is waiting for here. The story of how I ended up in this great facility. My name is Hannah, I’ve been 18 years old for 6 months, and just like my poor souls in this room, I am addicted to sex.
So. Now it is out. You feel good. But how could that happen?Actually, I don’t know exactly myself, but I was definitely what the topic: sex affected, a little late developer. While my best friends after one Summer With romances and sneaky beach walks, only had eyes for the male gender, I still read fine and good my girls’ comics. I simply had no interest in blond-colored milk rice buils that sucked at Mutti on the tits, but strut around in the school yard as if they had a mega cock in their pants.
That in turn, of course catapulted me out, and made me an outsider. Pah, I don’t care. At the age of 17, (quite late, I know), however, something happened in my life that gave the first impetus in this direction. To do this, however, I have to go into my family situation again. Only briefly. Promised. My father, as already mentioned, was a very respected man, and through his position our family had a considerable fortune.
However, the word family is a little complicated in that case. Mine Mother Packed her suitcase very early, when I was 3 years old, and got off the field. She left nothing to me, apart from my carrot -red hair and the remarkable stem – which at the time caused a lot of performance burglaries at school with my male classmates. Father married very quickly. Bianca. Blond, not very bright in the upper room, but ready for every beauty surgery.
Bianca and father got the child who helped her marriage and her family happiness to perfection. My little was now largely written off. Family happiness is just a word. Father regularly banged the students on his travels, and Bianca did the same, with every man who ran into her. No matter whether teacher, various pizza suppliers, craftsmen, package suppliers, postmen … I should continue. I think it is clear to everyone, or? We are similar, I just become aware of it.
We lived in the higher district of our cute town, in a mansion built around 1800, with a water plot. Sauna, indoor and outdoor pool included. And with a expanded pool house. After the impetus mentioned above, I got my own empire, so to speak,. After months of traveling, father managed to step home at some point. His Mercedes rolled up the long driveway. He greeted Bianca and the little bastard exuberant. My little half -brother. A roast of satan in front of the men and small perverted.
I was welcomed last. Even the dog was still in front of me. A little attention would have been too much? Well, I still managed to set myself in his memory. The first evening, after a long journey, he always packed us in the big television room and threw some stupid Blu Ray into the player. Nothing I didn’t already know. And also not the ideal moment to spend time with my little brother.
Bianca and he liked to go out. It became a tradition. But father used another ritual. Something that he didn’t want to do that someone knew it. We also had no idea – always keeping the content – until I found it out. I gave my little bastard of brother to go to the toilet. Often he sneaked after me to watch me. I noticed it, even if he thought I didn’t.
This time I told him about women’s problems, then I knew he wouldn’t dachshund. Delighted his face, he devoted himself again to Vin Diesel and Dwayne Johnson’s sustained cart. I curiously crept on the first floor to see what the master of the house was doing, while Bianca probably needed to spice up for an hour. The bathroom door is only slightly based, I carefully pushed it into a piece. Father stood in front of the mirror, half exposed after showering, his upper body shone from any lotion.
But what he was wearing was not his things. I saw him from the side. Actually from Schlant. And what I saw gave me a pleasant feeling between my legs. I had never seen the string tanga. At first at first I thought it would be biancas. In the second, I hoped it wasn’t mine. In his hand he held nylon tights. A transparent brown. Rather for summer temperatures, therefore a somewhat thinner variant.
With this tights he rubbed his tail, The one under the fabric of the tangas, out of its fat eggs. Only half stiff, he rubbed him, slow and pulsating, back and forth. The foreskin put forward over the top, he held briefly, then he pulled it backwards, almost in slow motion, and presented this well -shaped acorn. He enjoyed the whole spectacle to the fullest. Whether he saw me? No idea, because I had totally lost the perception.
I got nothing around me. Bianca would have bubbled next to me, the gardener, I would have noticed anything. This feeling in my pussy. I can’t describe it at all. Tingling, pumping, throbbing. Everything was there. My panties were suddenly soaked. My first thought: “You didn’t really piss into your pants, or?“With a hammered heart I stepped to the left around the corner, into the stairwell that led to the rooms in the attic.
I quickly pulled my jeans down and my panties with me. My fluffy red pubic hair glued totally. I struggled slimy and wet my jeans from my feet, just like the panties. I gently stroked my bush until I found the pea -sized survey, only the tingling sensed a bit. I had to go back to the bathroom door. Father, still rubbing his cock on the nylon, was now sitting on the toilet lid and scratching his smooth -shaped, deeply hanging eggs with the other hand.
There it was again. When I circle the pea, I slid away with my finger and glide into my cunt frightened. I hit the other hand against my mouth with fright to suffocate moaning. Not as loud as I thought, but probably loud enough that the father heard it. He stopped abruptly and called to Bianca. “Treasure? Hello? Are you already done?“No answer, but he felt caught. But what a man starts also brings a man to the end, or do I see it wrong.
Accelerated the pace, he put on the final sprint. I also came closer to the home stretch. In the meantime, there were three fingers in my slippery, pussy, which was forested by red hair. It made such a smacking noise that I thought my brother had rummaged out his knead. Father came to the climax. When looking through the door gap, I realized how he lost control. This hot sperm shot in the direction of the door gap, hit the wooden edge, the handle and … of course my red hair, which was too long and above all too greedy, peeked through it.
He opened his eyes, recognized his dear little daughter, and drove upside down. The head bright red. The vein shook on his neck. Well, when he dragged me into the bathroom, he discovered the full extent of his self -stainy. Under my shirt and through the ugliest, bra in the world, my stone -hard nipples towered. My pussy was naked. The thigh wet, from the cunt juice. Just on socks, I stood in front of him. You can certainly imagine the thunderstorm.
With the nice evening there was vinegar. And then I was probably no longer a good handling for the little offspring. This evening acceler my move to the pool house. Pissed off at the beginning, I developed a passion for my own four walls. Logical or not, I was 18 years old, just discovered my body, albeit a little late, and the first cock I saw, and that was also in its great splendor, was that of my father.
It shouldn’t be the last. My masturbation was not yet the reason why I ended up here between the other poor souls. After all, it should take over a year. And in time I let the sow out properly. My passion for comic books only changed in a case that I banished the booklets for little girls, and now discovered something new. I was totally wild and tense on the adventures of Harley Quinn and her lover, the joker.
Other things have changed over the past few months. Had to have, because since this evening, the child had died in me. And that was slowly getting time. For a long time it didn’t take to set up in my own four walls. The pool house was divided into two rooms, had a small pointed floor, as well as its own bathroom, with a shower, but without a bathtub. Well, a little complaint at a high level when I think about it.
Was a bit cool. The only thing missing was society. Father just looked in. Either before he left for a trip several months, or when he returned from a said trip to Ecuador. Bianca didn’t put a foot in my house. Thank God. There was a little envy, you have to know. Well and the little bastard often hid in a wide variety of places so as not to miss a chance to watch me.
I often caught him. Sometimes, don’t know how often, but also not. Then there were probably some opportunities for this little perverted his naked Sister to cover. My libido got out of control. If I closed my eyes, I had my father’s half -stiff cock in front of my nose. I sucked in my dreams and sucked around it. I woke up in the morning and my bed was wet and smelled of pussy. Various briefs stuck, had damp places, even after washing, and I had to constantly buy new ones.
I wasn’t the typical girl and hated shopping like the plague. Another point that made me an outsider. So my decision back then;The briefs stay in the closet. Then I’ll go without. Some time later, the decision was followed not to bear no bra. There was actually no extraordinary reason for that. In addition to the one that the two weak mates sitting behind me in the classroom, in the hope that the closure would open.
Of course, as if it works so easily. The two experts are probably part of the group that never got a closure with any girl. I also heard Beavis and Butthead discuss whether my boobs were real. Really guys now, I was a teenager. Who should operate me at this age? And believed you seriously my father would have approved that?Quite annoyed after several hours, the same process, I decided, completely surprising for both, to pull my shirt up and add the basket of my bra.
I already mentioned my lavish stem. Maybe a D-cup does not know exactly. I always bought a C-Cup to squeeze it together. I liked better to let them dangle until the decision. In any case, my bells hung in front of the noses of Beavis and Butthead. The lessons were forgotten. Neither of them got their eating, I triggered a lot of astonishment, photos were shot, at a scary pace, I received the expected school reference and was known since this morning as: Hannah the bitch.
For such situations, and such situations happened to me very often, I decided to live for a bra-free life. At that time, my loneliness in the pool house also rapid. More often than I was expecting I got a visit to men. The offers in school piled up and I could also be rewarded a little. Sure, you can say now;Slut, hooker and so on. This may be true by definition, but all sides have fun, why shouldn’t I get anything for it.
I didn’t really need money, nobody should look around the corner. What I needed was fun. The first shit who was on my mat with me was Christian. One of the Beavis and Butthead team. Actually not good -looking, rather strongly pubescent and a little fragrant after sweat. To his defense, he was excited. How did that happen? It was the infamous small, folded note that landed on my table. He asked for a meeting, in the cinema or restaurant.
He thought he had to get me around first. Nope! That was easier. Christian had already got stuck in 18, twice, was in my class and one of the Prolls in the classroom. How often did I hear the stories, from his fat cock that made all women squeak. Well, not bad for the beginning, but not the zero. He sneaked quietly around the pool house until I was loudly called behind his back, and he almost fell into water with terror.
In front of my nose he held a ostrich roses and a box of chocolates. Sure, chocolate. I’ve already had a big ass. What is the shit always? To me again. I am not an anorexia, but I wouldn’t call myself fat either. Rather rounded, maybe very female. I am not a solarium girl, but rather the opposite. Through my red hair, I also have a light skin tone with countless freckles. Even on my pugs were some. I don’t shave the pussy either, unless I feel like it.
So, that approximately to me. I find my boobs, for example, animal horny. You are really know. When it comes to size, they are not firmly forward, but they are plump and everyone who wants can play great with it. My nipples are long and have a rough wart. Everything very reddish. Really cool. “Come in, you idiot,” I whispered to him. “You can leave the undergrowth at home next time, otherwise I have to explain to my old one where it comes from.
And I’m not the guy who buys flowers. “” All right, “he only produced. “So. May I lick you?“Really now, so without tenderness? Man men. We already need a little more. “Clear. If you want. “That it for me the first time was, of course, I didn’t say Christian. Not even that someone should come that evening. I was no longer a virgin, I had done that myself. Didn’t want to bleed my great box spring bed full.
In addition, a romantic deflation where everything is perfect, and the guy, the dream prince badly there is no. Most of the time it is very fast and quite uninspired. And I didn’t get rid of the feeling that Christian was not experienced as he always stated. His mouth opened and he actually wanted to push his tongue in my mouth while hisess hands kneaded my ass. “Wait. Wait. Not like that … ”I sat on the end of the bed, grabbed a pillow behind my head, pulled my joker shirt over the tits, which then fell down, and spread the legs in front of him.
My short skirt slipped up. Crawling on my red bush, I got in the mood. Of course I left eyes open. I don’t know why women always have to close, after all you want to see something. My soaking wet labia protruded through the hair. I already had two fingers in it while I was still waiting for him. “We do it like this. Listen to kiss me. Let go now, or have you never seen a wet cunt.
“He stood in front of me completely unsettled. “Clear. No problem. “Christian knelt in front of my bed, put my legs on his shoulders and started licking the column. Quite awkward, but I was damp that I dripped like a gravel truck. Again and again he lifted his head to breathe. His mouth was smeared by my juice. I played on my nipple, which protruded very stiffly. Horny, finally no more manual work, I thought.
I didn’t think I didn’t get an orgasm, still a feeling of awesome. “Come on Hannah, take him in his mouth,” I heard from below. He suddenly knelt on my bed and buttoned up his jeans. What came out then did not similar to my father’s cock. Christian’s foreskin was very long, as was his bristly eggs. Small veins stuck out, but everything is still in a limp. He started to jerk off and I noticed that he was getting more and more nervous.
Quiet buddy, you licked quite well. Of course I had no comparison, maybe it wasn’t as good as I thought. Cool as I was, I took the matter in my hand. Finally I dreamed of cocks that got me from top to bottom. My lips enclosed the part. My fingers pulled the foreskin back. I noticed the warm blood, as it pumped into the throttle body, and the next moment I felt the warm juice that spread in my mouth.
Cool. With my tongue I pushed it from one side to the other. I sucked on the trembling acorn and looked up at Christian, who dripped my bed full. “It was fun,” I said. He just nodded. Was still completely excited and tried to kiss me again. What is the shit always?I also had your cum in my mouth, you idiot.
What I want is just having fun. The licking was cool, his sperm was nice and thick, as I imagined it, taste well, but shouldn’t be a mealing either. “When can I come back Hannah?””No idea. Now drop before my old ones come down here. “That was a lie, nobody comes at the time. “We write, okay? And next time, I would like to have something more practical than flowers.
Get something, otherwise you can sit down here and polish the latte yourself. “As fast as I pulled it into my booth, I threw it out that quickly. “Can I have a photo of you?“Rolling with my eyes, I turned to him. “Just do one, weak head. “Again I raised my shirt. My tits dangled back and forth on the side. Christian took his smartphone and shot several pictures greedily.
“And your pussy? Can I have them too?”” From now on Perversing. “I slammed the door into the frame and switched off the light on the terrace in front of the pool. My heart pumped when I landed on my bed. I just couldn’t suppress the grin. So it could go on. The pictures of my pugs and my ass, the round through school, was not surprising. Actually it had to be the logical consequence.
The stupidity you had at this age. Basically I didn’t care. Of course I was outlawed now. Emitted from society. My classmates giggled and blasphemed as soon as I showed up on their radar. Boys knocked on my butt while walking past and made horny gestures. That made me so damp. There were always those who asked me to show them my bells, just on the men’s toilet or under the stairs.
Clear. No thing. Fat if you want boy. Again others asked for a blowjob, after sports, or before an examination. Also no thing. Often did not take that long. Even girls wanted to see my pussy, touch them, put their fingers in and asked me if I couldn’t touch her too. Even that was fun. However, the fun didn’t last as long as I would have liked to have. The pictures made the round in the teacher room, and I bet with you that many of the old sacks were stored on their smartphone.
Then in the evening you can rub yourself on the toilet when the old man already runs in bed, or?However, it didn’t end for me so lightly. In the beginning I was only referred to school for one or two months. In the hope that I improved, I was allowed to take part in class again. But why should I improve? After all, I had the hottest time of my life. Constantly moist. There was always something in me.
Whether dick, finger or tongue. Absolutely not important. The main thing is that I was satisfied. Of course it came how it had to come. Once again I sat in the rector’s room, which banged another sermon on my head. I went too far that day. Had misjudged me. I became clear afterwards. I presented myself with his legs and free tits spread. However, he did not let himself be seduced. Faithful soul, our Mr. Headmaster. This ended my time at high school.
Father picked me up, browned my home, and probably screamed for half an hour. In between he took air and then cholerically driving out of the skin again. Should I tell you something? During the moral sermon, I only had his cock in my head, with this pulsating acorn. In my nose, the scent of his cum was. Late in the evening I moved into my pool house and he broke back to Ecuador. What happened next? I can tell you that.
My acquaintances continued to come to me. One in the evening. Sometimes two, very rare three. Because then, I was slowly getting bad from the sperm. Even if I didn’t always swallow everything, it stuck to me because I didn’t let myself be sprayed into myself. Many boys came from our neighborhood. A bitch is talking around quickly. And there are no more men than on sluts. With my wet labia, the frost -sprouting pugs and my tight asshole, I probably finished a number of love relationships and maybe even a few marriages.
But hey, I was young and I didn’t forced anyone to do something. When the guys licked me, I usually leaned on the head of the bed and read a good comic book. If they wanted to fuck from behind, I played with my cell phone or the play station. Had such a new game and absolutely had to crack the high score. When I bubbled, I wondered who wanted to come the next day, or whose Schwengel, really horny in me. And so on and so on.
Age, I didn’t care. Whether old or young always here. Just nothing i ***** les. I was also not interested in shapes and physique. Men always suspect that they should have really fat cocks. Perfect nonsense, even if the stupid women always like to pretend. Our pussy is limited by people. At some point there is stop. Everything else becomes really painful afterwards, and that doesn’t have to be. The caretaker of our school came twice a month.
Mr. Meißner. His cock was not big, but fat. It always took me 10 minutes to suck him stiff, but then he rammed him into me and my rough lips enclosed him like a fly trap her prey. His cargo always had to go into my bush, and after that I should rub it. Was probably such a tick from him. When his wife found it out, she put him in front of the door. Now he lives in a 1-room apartment, at the other end of the city.
When I’m out of here, I’ll invite him to me again. So now I’m almost at the point that promoted me to this self -help group. Rather, Father provided accommodation in the “cleaning aid”. He also got on pretty well with wife of Ahlberg, Dörte is the name of the good one with first names. To the next barbecue party, he can invite you. The good, old grill party. It really went off.
If I just think about it, the cunt tingles me again. My eighteen birthday was not really celebrated. Who would it have been surprised. Not the way you imagine it as a teenager. We went out chic, in a classy restaurant. But that was it, and actually I crouched in my pool house for the rest of the evening and pulled the American Pie films in. Father certainly doesn’t know that I was wearing no panties during the meal, and the waiter showed my wet rags between the counter and toilet room before serving, between the counter and toilet room.
That was probably the best layer of his young life. But we come to the barbecue. I would have liked such a birthday, but father aligned it for his students and colleagues. Everything on our property, so presence was mandatory. And you had to be well dressed. Please do not imagine such a mistake, where everyone was released in white and the waiter were dressed like penguins. No white covers on the chairs, balloons or string quartet.
Sure, there was a catering service, even with staff, but everything still in the frame. I don’t know if it was my summer dress from which my red nipples stuck out, or whether my call was already talking around to the university. But all looks were on me. What of course Bianca didn’t like. She carried a dress in white and pressed her made tits up. But she was not available as long as my father was present, which was a little different for me.
Many young men were present who were also dressed like biology students. Many professionals came accompanied by their ladies, but some also solo. Later I knew why. I found the exchange students very interesting. Black and brown, everything there. Probably flown in from Ecuador. I still kept the content when eating, but I couldn’t wrest myself afterwards. Our property was very large, but Bianca ensured that the celebration near the pool was held, which stopped me to piss me off to enjoy my new dildo in peace.
Well, then I just used the house. We had some guest rooms and my father’s great library. A young waiter cleared the tables and I followed him in the house where the catering service had set up its station. Men are so simply knitted. During the meal, I was already clinging my eyes, keeping my chest forward, which not only perceived the waiter. I turned him on in the house, pressing my big tits against his arm.
“Excuse. I am very sorry about that. I hope you haven’t hurt. “”No. I have to apologize. I dummy. Where do I have my thoughts? Please, I am Hannah. I am the daughter. We can do it. “”Gladly. I am Tim. Second year of apprenticeship. I’m always a little awkward. “, he said. Slowly I leaned down to lift the napkins that he was about to put on the buffet. Clever as I was, I was able to drop the wearer of my dress down unnoticed, with the loosely sitting basket of the top slipped down.
So a pug was in the air and Tim bite. “Huch,” I giggled. “But that is uncomfortable for me. “Tim didn’t get his mouth. “That … that … that …” I quickly pulled it up, before he frozen in his position, stuttering and completely off the role. “Do you want to see again Timmi?””What?”” Well you want to see again?””I don’t understand. I’m sorry Hannah. I … I have to continue working now. “” Oh nonsense. Take a short break. “I easily freed my tits, took his hand and put it up.
Red as he became, he winced back. However, remembered his luck and then pressed vigorously. “Not here Timmi. follow me. “In my father’s small library, it really started. Humping onto the small chest of drawers, also made my boobs a decent sentence and were now finally freed. Timmi stood at the door and trembled a little. Can I understand, he was an apprentice and of course had a little worry about his job.
My dress, pulled up to the hips, briefly covered my stubborn cunt, – had shaved me a week ago, I found the stubble much cooler than the bald – but I quickly pulled it up, and then there was forTimmi no longer hold. The pants to the ankle, he stumbled to me and jerked his piston while walking. “Plug it in. Head before your boss is looking for you.
“I was moist all the afternoon and what was still happening, I couldn’t even have imagined in my dirty dreams. I just wanted a quick number, but it got much better. The two braids on my shoulders rocked up and down, while Timmi bumped me hard again and again. The boy sucked on my nipples, like … oh no idea what you could suck so passionately. “Don’t inject into me, you heard?””Clear.
“He rammed deeper and deeper into me. My juice quoll on the sides and then I noticed how the door slowly opened squeaky. Timmi’s colleague was in the door, also apprentice and I even believe in the same year of apprenticeship as my little engraver. “Tim … what … damn it … what do you do there?”” Make the door to young. come here. Either you take part or you stop. “I didn’t know his name, never found it, but the thought made me so crazy at my father’s barbecue to do a threesome with the staff.
And the guy took part. As I leaned over the sofa, Timmi’s cock in my mouth, he spread my ass cheeks and pressed his fat glans directly into my wet hole. Timmi didn’t take long for me to have his stuff in my mouth, and colleague Kellner kept climbing while I groaned with my cum with pleasure in my mouth. Some dripped onto the expensive leather couch. Oh oh oh, father will romp again. The hot juice from my colleague behind me ran along my ass cheeks while I swallowed Timmi’s sperm.
“Really horny guys, but now get back to work. “Both disappeared, clap each other when going out and directed their aprons. The moment I wanted to pack my boobs, the door creaked again. She opened slowly and a bearded head looked through it. Professor Theo, as I called him when I was a child, came through the door. “What are you doing here Hannah?“He did not sound surprised, rather excited, curious, a little hypocritical.
Professor Theo knew exactly what I was doing here. “What does it look out of Prof. ?”” Are you a bad girl Hannah?”” “As bad as you want. “I fiddled with my dress and got a tits out again. Theo came poet. His bitter aftershave penetrated my nose, just like that, my grandpa always used it. “May I?“His hands fumbled under my skirt before I could answer him. “But don’t inject into me, understood?“Theo nodded, took out his lümmel and clapped him against the cheek.
It took a short time, but I got it hard. With a lot of spit and tidy manual work. I pushed him onto the sofa afterwards, sat down on his cock and rode off. My pelvis pushed back and forth, the cum from the waiter ran down to his eggs the couch. Theo kneaded my boobs and buried his bearded face in between. He trembled when he came. His whole body twitched, and I jumped off in time and held my hand under his glans.
I stroked the full load over my thighs. Sticky, warm and fragrant. Prof. Theo made a frightened face, at the moment he was probably aware of what he was doing. He quickly moved away, but the door didn’t fell into the castle – my boobs still dangled in the air – when three students entered the room. The usual jank. The usual macho prayers. I was ready. Two didn’t get any up and the third hit me directly.
About 2 minutes. Even the old professor was better. Now I was in the mood. My dress disappeared behind the couch and I lay there for about 5 minutes and crawled my labia. That’s it, I thought. Was fun, but now you don’t have to go to the air, suddenly the door opened. The black exchange student was shy in the room. There are cunts with him too, but not as white as mine, I thought.
I didn’t understand a word, and English wasn’t my thing. So I opened my legs, waved my finger and kneaded my left tits with the other hand. The language is understood everywhere. He was very lean, little muscles, rather wiry. His cock was a meaty sausage that only had to get tough, in size, the thing no longer increased. It didn’t need it either, fit perfectly. From behind I introduced him, crawled through my legs through my legs as a finger disappeared from him in my tight asshole.
He always jerked very short, but it was hot and intense. My clit tingled. The wart courtyards straightened up and my nipples were hard like small thick beans. I held my forearm in front of her mouth. The words: “Don’t inject into me”, colleague Schwarz did not understand, and so it came as it had to. His full load of sperm shot through my pussy, he probably wanted to pull it in time, but my muscles pressed so violently that the tip remained in it.
It shot through me like a express train. Wow, madness. I didn’t know the feeling yet. It dripped unstoppable. I caught something with my hand, distributed it between my pugs and sat up. Now I had to take a deep breath. But then didn’t get very much. He disappeared without words. The door opened, the next one came. I don’t know how long, but I had to sit properly. At least three colleagues from my father visited me.
Both waiters appeared again, but only jerked off while I rode out on another student. The mustache of a professional tickled my pussy so much that I had to break off with laughter. He then put his cock into my ass and almost lay on my back. He was a fly weight, but had a lot of perseverance, and then shot into my other hole. It dripped from it too. Slowly I was pretty exhausted, but it had the feeling that it would wait a whole line in front of the door.
My face was covered with sperm, just like my hair. My breasts stuck, so that nobody wanted to suck on it anymore. The labia were very deaf, but I wanted to create one more. Shy boy, a little pimples, probably the first semester, still living with mom. While I had his thin cock in my mouth, he his fingers in me, I heard tumult at the door. First confused, then very loudly. The door was literally performed and father stood in the room.
Next to him the little bastard, the cell phone in his hand, a video ran, how I moaned with the waiter at the first ride. Small asshole, has filmed everything somewhere. On the other hand, Bianca, grinish grinning, but also a bit jealous, she can admit that, father exploded. The dick from the freshmen became small and shrinky, slipped out of my mouth like an ice candy. He probably had to look for another subject. Father was beside himself, threw all people out, even the little bastard and his slut mother.
The party was finished. I was looking for my dress, but I didn’t think it was. Has probably gripped as a souvenir?I was naked on the couch, the door pounded into the castle. Books fell out of the closet. My father sat on the armchair, staring at my sticky, greasy tits constantly. Slowly I opened my legs and smiled. What happened then was clear. Namely nothing at all. He was damn my father. He didn’t want to pimple his daughter, almost all of his students did it, colleagues from him, even the service staff.
His eyes couldn’t believe it. Well dad, now I had your full attention. That was 4 months ago. I sit here in the chair circle and Dörte von Ahlberg, tell us something about “defeat the greed”, “be more than the desire”, “think of chocolate if the pleasure comes over to you”. Sure sweetness, how do I look after a week when I feed chocolate every time I am damp?This session also ended at some point.
Peter and I always met in the heating cellar, put the cell phone up at a good angle, and he took me from behind. His thick hands kneaded my soft tits and I ordered his full load to pump him in me. So it will happen that afternoon. But I come home. Father promised it.
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