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The scrap place 1. The titty heirs, my name is Tom. I want to tell you a story from my youth. She plays around the mid -1970s. There were not so many young people in our village, and so it was quite normal that you spent your free time not only with the same age. My best friend was Michael, he was a little older than me. There were no really many ways to pass the time in our village. We were out of the playground age now.
We stayed a lot on the back yard of a car workshop. There were many scrap drives cars for consolidating. Most were still quite neat on the outside, but not ready to drive. Often they didn’t even have an engine anymore. Our favorite car was an old military truck that was probably a medical vehicle in the past. The formerly red cross was recognized in a white circle. The loading area was of course closed and protect us from wind and weather. In addition, she was almost windowless, so you couldn’t look in.
Nevertheless, it was not dark because there was no longer a partition between the load room and the cab and the light came in through the windshield. Here I met Michael regularly. We had made it really comfortable. There were blankets and pillows, a cassette recorder and something to drink. Sometimes Michael also brought beer and cigarettes. In short: it was the ideal place for “forbidden things”. One day Michael asked if I jerked.
I couldn’t imagine anything underneath, so I asked. “That is when you rub your tail. Then he gets stiff and that feels good. “I knew that. In any case, I had often had a stiff cock, especially in the morning. That was always super clean, you couldn’t practically hide it in your pajamas. My parents had to have noticed that too, but they never said anything. “No, I don’t know that” I replied.
However, that was a little lied. I played with my stiff cock at night. “Do you show me that?“Of course I was sure that he wouldn’t do that. But he took off his pants without long hesitation. “Have already seen a real cock?“He grinned triumphantly. I didn’t have, I didn’t get a word out of sheer amazement and just stared on the half stiff cock. “Mine has no hair yet” I brought out after a while.
“Show it!“Was Michael’s reaction. To my own surprise, I didn’t feel any shame at all. I just pulled out my pants and showed him my cock. That was actually a big difference. Michael allowed me to touch his cock and vice versa. Then he showed me how to jerk off. He was right, it felt really good. When we were right right, he suddenly said “Let’s take a break briefly.
“Of course he knew exactly why, but I didn’t really want to stop. Nevertheless we put it down and smoke a cigarette. Michael asked me not to touch my cock during the break. I knew he had had a friend for a few days, she was called Britta. I asked if he had already taken her to the tits. “Yes” he replied. “Covered from behind and then under the T-shirt. I saw nothing. “And? How was it?“Michael thought.
“Hm. I do not know. Soft, I would say. Definitely beautiful. “I was pretty jealous. “And between the legs?” “Yes too. Your hair also feels almost like mine. And she was damp down there. “Wow” I stammered. My cock had become a little more stiffer, although I didn’t touch him. “And into the crack?“I was pretty curious. “I didn’t dare, I didn’t want to trouble. “Wait a minute” Michael murmured. “I have something”.
He climbed forward, half naked as he was, and got something out of a shelf. It was a magazine. My father sometimes had some. “Tittencheft” my mother said. And scolded when he let the things lying around everywhere in the apartment. Sometimes even on the toilet. “It’s not for the boy!“Then my mother always scolded. “Oh, it’s old enough!“Was the standard answer. I occasionally leaf through the booklets, without any particular interest.
But this one was different, you could see that immediately. On the one hand it was printed on high-gloss paper, looked really valuable. On the other hand it was in English. “Penthouse” was the title. I did not know. “My uncle brought me from America,” grinned Michael. “My father was probably not particularly interested. have a look!“He opened the magazine almost exactly in the middle. There was a blonde. She was really blonde everywhere, even between her legs! But the coolest thing was that you could see everything exactly! I started to jerk off again, and Michael too.
In addition, there was also a smaller picture on which practically only her butt could be seen. Really with asshole and everything. With her hand she stopped her column and you could see everything in it very well. I had never seen anything like this before. We jerked off more and more violently. Michael leafed around. On this page it was about two women. They both had dark hair, even below. In one picture they were on top of each other. One showed everything she had between her legs.
The other stopped the column from the first and looked into the camera. She had stretched out her tongue and seemed to lick something. I just wanted to ask Michael what exactly she was doing, because a young woman suddenly tore up the door and shouted: “What do you do there? Here is private site! You have no business here!“I knew her. It was the daughter of the property owner. She was called Karla. Michael once said that he had seen her naked in the swimming pool and that he was impressed by her tits.
Karla’s scolding tirades dragged on forever. We should be ashamed, blablabla. It ended with the words “I’m saying that now to my father!“And threw the door too, without having our say once. But we wouldn’t have said anything anyway, I think. In any case, we grabbed our underpants and jeans without hesitation without hesitation. We didn’t even really have the zippers, when the door opened again.
It was Karla again, this time she had already calmed down a bit. “You can prevent me from going to my father!“She grinned. “And you know how?“We shook our heads without a word. “Show me your cocks!“2. Surprise!We looked at each other briefly and could not help ourselves a little grin itself. We both had no problem with that. We had pulled down our pants and underpants so far that Karla could see everything. Our cocks had already recovered from the fright and had become stiff.
Karla came closer and looked at everything exactly. When she wanted to grab Mikhael’s cock, he called: “Stop! There was no talk of touching!“Karla looked at a little disappointed. “Oh please …” That didn’t sound so bad anymore. “Show us your tits first!“It seemed as if Karla had only waited for it. “Ok” she said cheerfully and within a few seconds she had pulled her T-shirt over her head. Your tits were big.
Very big for your age. We didn’t ask for long either, but started grabbing right away. I didn’t complain Karla, on the contrary: it seemed to please her. Then she struggled with our cocks. Of course, we had long since moved out of our pants and underpants. She played alternately with my cock and that of Michael. Then she stretched her tongue towards Michael’s cock and looked him in the eye.
Michael grinned and nodded. Then Karla took his cock very slowly in the mouth. I could guess how she edited his glans with her tongue. In doing so, she stretched out her butt – unfortunately still dressed -. When she finally wanted to turn to me, I had to brake her: “But I have to Pipi first. I don’t want to piss you full!”. For the piss we – Michael and I – had a simple solution: the car had a sliding door on the right side.
Behind it was about a meter away, a high hedge, so that nobody could see us. We then just put ourselves in the opening and pissed off. I decided to do it exactly now. Karla first watched with interest, then she took my cock and conducted the piss beam in all possible directions. When I was done, Karla said: “I think I have to. Do you want to watch?“And whether we wanted. We jumped out of the car while Karla crouched.
This is how we could see best. Her labia were so wet that they shone in the sun. She stopped her cunt very far and showed us her fuck hole. I wanted to put a finger in briefly, but Karla said “Nee let’s go, I really have to piss. “And then a nice, golden beam shot out of her cunt. She stopped her cunt with both hands so that she could control the beam.
When she was finished, she turned to me: “So now you can put your finger in. “Although I knew that he would smell after piss, I put my finger in her cunt. It not only felt wet and slippery, but also nice and warm. I tried to fuck her with my finger. Michael stood next to it all the time and jerked. When I was finished Karla took my finger and licked it off.
With that, the problem with the smell had also been done. Then she crawled back inside the car. We followed her and closed the side door. “Now I finally want to be fucked!“She called and stretched out her butt. “No matter by whom!“I was the first to be with her and I was happy to accept the invitation. She stopped her wet cunt with both hands so that my cock had no problem finding his goal.
After a while, Michael began to fumble from the bottom of Karlas Fotze. He then put his wet fingers in Karlas asshole. He repeated the procedure several times, so that her asshole became more and more slippery. Michael took my place and held his glans to Karlas asshole. Of course she noticed that and called “ass or cunt – no matter!”. He gently pressed something, but didn’t seem to feel any special resistance. Then he started to fuck slowly.
I lay down next to the two and worked on Karla’s tits with my mouth and my hands. “Stop” gasped Karla after a while. Michael reads off her. Karla climbed over me without changing her position. Without a word she took my cock and put it in her cunt. “Now you can go on,” she said to Michael. He couldn’t say that twice and started to fuck her in the ass. I also tried as best I could to fuck her cunt.
After a while we had found a common rhythm and fucked them in a simultaneous time in ass and cunt. Soon Michael couldn’t stand it anymore. He started panting and grunting to spray in Karlas’s ass. He also made sure that there was something left, which he then distributed on her ass cheeks. That was too much for me too, and I sprayed violently in Karla’s cunt. Michael was now on his back next to us.
When Karla saw his smeared cock, she licked him clean without asking. In doing so, she stretched out her ass – intended or accidentally -. The bush around her column was quite full of our sperm. Karla then made my cock and Michael obviously had the same sight as I did before. Karla was of course not hidden. When she was finished with me, she asked around: “If you want to clean my cunt?“We looked at a little questioningly.
Her bush looked really cool with the sperm in it, but the idea of licking it out of it didn’t really turn us on. Karla seemed to be able to read our thoughts: “Come with us”. She jumped out of the side door and crawled into the high grass on all fours. “Just piss on my cunt from behind!”. Michael had to be urgent and didn’t need a second invitation. He just stood behind Karla and started pissing. While Michael Pissed, I positioned myself over her ass wide and try to piss something.
But not much came anymore. But Karla could piss a little again. When Michael was done, we looked at the result in more detail. Everyone pulled on an ass cheek so that we could see Karla’s column very well. Then Karla turned on his back, spread her legs and stopped the cunt for us with his hands. “Thank you, you did well. “Although it was not entirely clear whether she said the piss or fucking before.
Probably both. “So now I have to go again. My parents are already looking for me. And we don’t want them to find us like this … ”She suddenly said. In no time she disappeared in the truck, stuck and jumped with one “We see each other!“From the back of the car. In fact, we met in the old truck a few times afterwards. At some point she also started to bring her friends with her.
Britta, Michael’s girlfriend, was sometimes there. But that’s another story!Did you like the story?Feedback gladly to [Email Protected]!.
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