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I was probably what is called Early. I quickly liked how to deal with my body and of course also with the men, the men. However, I could hardly do anything with peers. So I chose older people.
The first was Christian. Christian was almost 40 years older than me and was only a “garbage-down bringer” etc. by his wife. But not considered the stately man he was clear. Since he was friends with my parents, I often got the handling of his wife up close to him and he was suffering with suffering.
At the same time, however, my desire also grew to feel it. To have his large, strong body with a belly base naked next to me in bed.
I shouldn’t have to wait long. When my parents continued over an extended weekend, I made it cozy with some wine in the evening.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. When I opened Christian stood soaked in front of me from the rain. He wanted mine Father speak. I informed him that he was only back in 4 days.
Disappointed he turned away and wanted to go again. Then I took a heart: “Come in anyway. Warm up a little, you could turn us on the fireplace and I’ll get you a glass of wine!“He seemed to hesitate and my heart began to lawn. Finally he stepped in with a headed head and pulled out the jacket.
I noticed that his shirt and jeans were also rained. He had to be out for a while. Apparently he preferred everything to sit at home.
“Please take care of the fireplace, I get the wine!“On the way to the kitchen, I looked at myself briefly in the mirror in the hallway.
My long blond hair was really good today, my eyes shone out of anticipation and my lip gloss was still great. The dress I was wearing emphasized my sporty figure, which also allowed curves.
Back in Living room I looked at Christian, who crouched in front of the fireplace and watched the slowly sparking fire. I handed him his glass and sat down with him.
For some time we both looked dreamily into the fire. Without turning my look, I said that despite my age I was a good listener and whatever he wanted to discuss with my father, he could tell me too. I felt his view of myself. He took a big sip of wine and began to report from home and from that day.
Very quiet and sad he repeated the meanness that he had thrown from his wife today. Then this 56-year-old man was sitting in front of me with a size of 1.90 m, gray temples, wide shoulders and the gentleness of the loved one in this world and was heart -abusingly sad. Again and again we took a sip of wine during the SC *** changes. When he ended with his report, I put my hand on his thigh out of pure impulse.
“Why do you put up with it all. You are a great man, you could have everyone as attractive as you are.“Something changed in his look as if he did me the first time would perceive, but he quickly turned his head, looked into the now blazing fire. My hand was still resting on his thigh of his still wet jeans. I slipped a little closer to him.
The wine had encouraged me and pushed all concerns aside. I took the glass from him and put it aside. His gaze looked at me with a mixture of sadness, amazement and yet the request for care. Nothing stopped me there.
I took his striking face in my hands and approached his mouth. Full of joyful surprise, I not only noticed that he was not only not struggling against the kiss, but also replied … tentatively, gently explored his tongue. My hands slid down his upper body, began to button up his shirt. When I pulled it down his shoulders and my hands walked up his thighs, he suddenly kept me away, looked at me.
“What do I do. We are not allowed to do that, as nice as it would be certainly. I am your father’s best friend and I am married.“He had said the last part of the sentence very quietly. I looked at him for a long time.
Despite his defense, he did not put his shirt back on or even to go. I realized that it was only a defense for moral reasons that he ultimately wanted me too. I smiled at him tenderly. “I want to make you happy tonight,” I whispered when I kissed his cheek.
A quiet moan. Be it the wine or its emotional chaos, in any case his hands began to explore my body. When he brushed my breasts, a previously unknown shower went through me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed him.
Slowly he moved down, pushed my dress higher, tenderly drove my thighs back up. When he stopped I opened my eyes and smiled at him encouraging. Slowly his hand slid into my panties and started with two Finger to play on my clit. I spread mine Legs A little further, leaning back to his shoulder.
When I was sighing an intimate sigh and I was damp, he slowly introduced the two fingers into me. My lust grew into immeasurable. I just wanted one more: him. I wanted to feel it, love and seduce him.
My hands started to handle his jeans again, this time without resistance. I quickly opened my buttons, struck him pants and panties. Now I saw his entire body in front of me. Christian was almost shy, waiting for my reaction.
I found him so beautiful that I couldn’t help it. I leaned down and enclosed his tail with my lips. Now it was he who sinked back and granted me with closed eyes. He suddenly enjoyed it like his cock and bit by bit in my warm damp mouth, enclosed by my soft lips.
He became bigger and tougher in me. My hand started his Egg easy to knead. His moaning became louder and louder. Suddenly he grabbed me with both hands and pulled my head up, began to kiss me.
Demanding and demanding, not as behavior as the first kiss. Our mouths separated briefly so that he could take off my dress and panties. We both didn’t want to wait any longer. It was as if we were both waiting for exactly this evening – I dreamed of in the evening in bed, he rather unconsciously at home at home.
But all of that was far from us now. Now only we both counted. My cheeks began to glow when he lay on me between my legs. I looked him deep in the eyes when I felt his acorn at the entrance to my innermost.
And when he penetrated me very slowly, I closed my eyes and whispered his name. It was so much nicer than I painted it a thousand times before. Christian was so tender and loving despite his male body. He slid deeper and deeper into me.
My hands stroked his back, my legs spread as far as possible, in order to let him in as deep as possible. Again and again he slid out, just to dive into me again. We sank in our lust, kissed, stroked and loved each other. Until we both could hardly stand it.
His bumps became wild and demanding. I stretched my pelvis towards him, everything twitched in me, our breath raced. I felt like his cock began to twitch in me and then accompanied with a loud groan of the two of us, we came together. To this day it was the most incredible orgasm because I ever had.
It was like shot to the moon. Again and again I felt how his hot sperm shot into me. With each of the now powerful bumps. Until he sank exhausted on me and we both slowly hovered back onto the earth.
I got breath out first and immediately there was a queasy feeling. I had never had such intense sex and never with such intense feelings for the man. What would be if he had only done it to react? If he would get up immediately, get dressed and go? Christian seemed to feel my emerging fear. Smiling he rolled next to me and took me in my arms.
His kisses covered my face and even the two tears out of happiness and relief he kissed me away. I nestled my body to him. Kissed his warm skin, which still tasted of pleasure and sweat. His hands wandered over my back to the buttocks and hiked up again.
So we lay in front of the crackling fire of the fireplace and love each other for some time. And what was intended as a aftermath became a prelude again …A mutual desire had built up for too long as it could have been dismantled at once ….
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