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This sunny July day ago started badly nine years ago. At that time I was a research assistant at the University of Berlin and also acted as a lecturer for various further training measures. After the fall of the wall, especially in East Berlin, this was abandoned, and so I had to do well. However, I didn’t particularly feel like this morning.
The seminar I looked after took place in Marzahn instead of Lichterfelde.
And so the misfortune took its course: it started that I ignored the alarm clock for too long, then bumped around, then became the victim of the traffic chaos and finally did not find this strange address. In short, a good 40 minutes late when I rushed up the stairs of the ugly prefabricated buildings. The building seemed to be empty, but on the upper floor I heard noises up! Up there in a bald room, a woman eagerly brought tables into school class formation. At least she knew Teacher, Where the seminar room of the further training measure was.
At the door of the seminar room, however, a note welcomes me: “Have waited an hour for lecturers and then went”.
At first I was angry, even because of the temporal exaggeration. Then I said to myself “What’s the point, I just enjoy this beautiful day.“On the way back I passed again the room where the petite teacher was just in the process of putting a chunky desk into position. I helped her back and couldn’t help but interest her. It may have been in the mid thirties, tanned and sporty.
A simple skirt, medium -height pumps and a summer blouse, the shoulder pads of which she outed as an East Berliner. She had a uniform, pretty face framed by dense, dark brown curls briefly, she looked as a primary school teacher looks ideal trap.
But although her simple clothing expressed the slim figure in the most attractive, my attention was used by a completely different detail: a dark fluff was drawn up on her upper lip. My testing view was involuntarily wandered to her forearms: Yes, here too a clear, yet typical female fluff. I finally realized yours with my fleece Legs, As soon as she came out of the desk.
At that moment I loved East Berlin, I loved this natural attitude to the body, and I loved most of this hair, which enchanted her tanned calves and down to the narrow Tie up raft.
I noticed her smile that I was likeable to her. So encouraged, I forgot every decency and let my gaze slide down to her legs down to the bonds – and then find her back back to her smiling face. She had planned to pinching student drawings to a high -rise wooden bar. I just enjoyed assisting.
We pushed three tables on the wall, and she was already on the table with the first leaves. I, on Earth Earth, meanwhile enjoyed the view of the well -defined calves, the hair of which was a little denser towards the bonds. She turned around and I hurried to reach her a few new drawings quickly.
Next, I devoted my attention to the delicate, narrow, tense, as it disappeared into brown suede pumps. No luxury shoes – and yet ideal for the beautiful ones Feet to be guessed at.
Feet that you want to caress and kiss. I couldn’t help but let my fingertips slide through the fluff, up from the heel to the calf. No reaction. Without then you have the request for leaf thrust again.
I accompanied it in parallel, it was the last leaves, the last option. And so this time I kissed my knee throats. She stays, but lets me grant me. I encouraged both legs up to the skirt hem above the knee.
I took her toleration as a request, especially since she now slightly put her legs apart and supported herself on the wall with both hands. I now slid my hands along the tanned thighs, pushed the light summer skirt up, just over the panties.
I still know how my breath punched me. She wore white cotton panties. Not too short, but just scarce enough to reveal a good part of your tanned cheeks, as well as your fine hair that has been overgrown out of the column – small way to the pleasure center.
I pushed the panties together over the Poritze to the tanga and was rewarded by a wealth of other dark hairs that became denser towards the middle.
Then my classroom acquaintance turned to me without haste. Even at the front, the slip was unable to tame her hair growth. The pubic hair grew out of the inner legs, quickly became denser towards the edge of the panties.
I put my forehead on the white triangle of fabric and breathed her fragrance. She stroked my hair, pressed me slightly and then came down to me.
We beamed briefly, then devoured ourselves with wildly playing tongues without a start -up phase. In doing so, she pressed her abdomen against my leg presented. So we turned one or two pirouettes until we were in front of the teacher desk.
She understood immediately, sat down on the desk and leaned back with the elbows on an adjacent school table. Her dark brown eyes flashed me. Again I raised the skirt and let my thumb slide from both sides into the slip.
The dark bush was evenly tight, but the hair seemed to be even thicker and longer towards gender.
She was not wearing a panty liner and the thin cotton fabric was already soaked in the crotch. She lifted her abdomen slightly, and without hesitation I released the gender. What a sight!She spread her thighs apart without taking the pumps from the desk edge (she was also a sports teacher?))). Obviously she preferred a rather scarce bikini pants in sunny free time.
The white places around their shame contrasted with the brown body and gave their abdomen even more signal effect.
It was also clear that with such a bikini panties, their dense pubic hair had to emerge on all sides. If she was aware of the horny men’s views, she knew about her Mesmeri-Singing Effect? Despite the wild undergrowth at the sex, I could see the long inner labia well. With the Tongue I divided my lips and licked her aromatic juice.
I couldn’t avoid driving through the fragrant dark bush again and again.
Finally I pushed with two Finger The skin lobbout at the top of the sex and released the clit. From there, my tongue kept allowed to make excursions into her wet column and on the hairy inner legs, but then increasingly concentrated on the swelling button. After not long, my teacher became louder, and I realized that there was no back for her: she sighed, groaned and finally pushed out two or three liberating screams. I straightened up again and looked at her.
She had closed her eyes. The upper body that is still fully dressed was on the school table, but the abdomen, like on a pedestal, was on the slightly higher wooden desk. She was completely sun, very woman, very passion.
I spread her legs far apart on the bonds. Milky juice ran from the column down to the anus.
The swollen clitoris had completely emerged from her hiding place and shouted towards me. And so I couldn’t help but to accept this invitation with my tongue. But as soon as my unexpected acquaintance guessed my request, she tries to escape me. She pressed the thighs together until I spread them apart again.
Then she received a half -flavored “No”. But intuitively I decided to ignore her. Instead of the tip, I had my tip of the tongue danced hard on her overwhelmed clit. She defended herself, I had to push my legs apart by force.
But then the resistance suddenly subsided.
I immediately speeded up my pace, sucked greedily on the clitoris. A gush of wet came from her fragrant gender. Now she spread by itself as far as possible (she must have been a sports teacher!) and stretched out to me her widely torn abdomen. As if from senses, I had my tip of the tongue now performed a real tremolo.
Then she began to moan uninhibitedly so that it resounded from the bare walls. Her abdomen bumped up without warning. “Hang on to that clit” it drove through my head, a wisdom snapped in my era of America. And so I accompanied all their wild twitches – like the rodeo, without reducing the pressure on their clitoris.
After several particularly elongated screams, the tension abruptly gave way out of her abdomen and it fell into a quiet bump.
Her beautifully shaped breasts shook under the blouse. Welded down on her pubic hair, the juice ran from her column to the desk. She lay down relaxed, opened her eyes and looked at me expressionlessly. I also felt completely satisfied in a way, although my testicles were filled to burst and the swollen glans had already moistened the summer pants.
She slid with both hands between her legs and pulled the long labia apart so far that I was given a deep insight into her damp interior. Then she looked at me straight, saw my confused look and just said a quiet “come!”. And shortly afterwards a little louder, a little more impatient ”, come on!”.
In record time I got rid of the pants and the boxer shorts and stood in front of her with steeply upcoming limb. She liked what she saw.
Without taking her hands off the labia, she straightened up to see how I entered her. All genital refinement was forgotten, I rammed her penis into the wet slot to the attack. Her remained the air.
But then we quickly found our rhythm, a brutal, fast rhythm. Both of them stared at our working genders, as I shared their lips with my member, and then being released by their vagina again.
We fit together so well with the same dark complexion, the same slim, well -trained bodies. And then I noticed how it came about me, unstoppable. I pushed this delightful teacher from below, so that she took off the desk with every push.
We both quickly became loud, even louder, and even louder.
And then she milked my bursting penis with her pussy muscles, an unforgettable feeling even after all the years!I also still know how we both persisted for eternity in this final position.
She tightens me, with arms and legs, I kissed her dark curls. It was as if we both felt that loosening from this clasp of a final, irrevocable separation. Among her, exactly where it will probably soon be Teacher would open the class book, a respectable, creamy puddle formed.
We spoke little, finally got dressed quickly and said goodbye intimately, but briefly. Something suddenly let me take the flight. As soon as I blinked outside into the sun, when I thought about what has just happened, it was already in my pants.
I turned around, looked at the ugly, empty building. Empty? No, there she stood on the open window, on the left on the third floor.
She didn’t wave, she only saw. My heart beat up to my neck. And then I turned again and went back to the noisy playground automobile. I don’t know if you can understand that, I never understood it.
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