Unload their cum

Unload their cum

He looks at Paul who understands what the Master wants with a look and smashes Martine at the same pace.
Now, the 2 tails act in concert and little by little shove the 2 girls. It’s the one who screams the loudest. They feel deep inside themselves new sensations bringing them to enjoyment, well fucked by these cocks that smash their onions.
The two fellows at a faster and faster pace and one after another unload their cum.

When they retire, their 9 comrades have a breathtaking view of the 2 dilated orifices that spit out each time their sphincter contractions their dose of white lava.
Madame Clerc wants her piece of cake and leads Jeanne to do as she does.
The Mistress and the ingenue find themselves on their knees, mouth open and tongue outstretched and collect the juicy seed of these red and deformed fions. They stuff themselves with this cum without worrying where he comes out and lick their lips to not lose a drop.

-Hum … it’s good! It’s hot ! Miss, we must not lose anything and as the saying goes, “Cock juice even in the ass is worth treasure and benefits!

Paul is out of order and can not handle the 3rd thief, but Master is still brave and moves to take over from Paul.

MARTINE
Whore what I tasted! It took me a long time before the pleasure overrode the pain but I must say that the feeling although weird is still nice.
The Master has just knelt behind me. I am apprehensive because I remember the huge difference between him and Paul.

– Stay calm, I’ll go slowly but if you tell me to stop, I will not insist, you’re the smallest and your ass looks as tight as your pussy, spreads your buttocks to facilitate penetration !
He puts the head of his ass on my narrow door still dilated.
His penis barely bigger than that of Paul enters with difficulty, he does not insist and spring.
He waits a moment and pushes the hat again that disappears little by little in me.
I feel every inch of this huge beam expand beyond my rectum, tearing me inside. I cling to the sheet and scream louder than with Paul. It’s atrocious …

-Nooonnn … Aaarrrggg … Stop … I hurt too much!
But it is fully back in my ass and the more it sinks, more the exponential size of his “dongle” plows me beyond what I can bear.
He does not move, his balls crushed on my buttocks, waiting for the pain fades.
But as soon as he moves, I scream again.

Madame Clerc comes to my rescue:
-Master, when the ankle is bigger than the mortise, the carpenter must change site!
He looks at her without saying anything and withdraws from my entrails as slowly as possible, provided my guts do not follow!

The Master, the ever-standing obelisk addresses Jeanne:
-So … you want to try?

JEANNE.
-I accept the challenge !
After what has just happened with Martine, Mrs. Clerc insists even longer to grease my little hole and prepares with his fingers to receive the pile of flesh. For long minutes, she massages me and my eyelet.
Finally the Master positions his huge cock against my anus and a blow of kidney, penetrates me a few inches. I think I die so much the pain is intense. My breath is cut off.
I have the impression that I was donning a burning brand in the ass.
When finally I catch my breath, I heal and can not hold back my tears.
As for Martine, he stops immediately and asks me:

-You decide what to do next.
I need 2 minutes before I give him my answer:
-Putain that it hurts … But if Armelle could do it then me too!
– Your ass is really tight but less than that of Martine … .thought again, but see it comes back …
Madame Clerc encourages me
– Let yourself go! Push your ass to him !!!!!
The Master takes me by the hips and pulls me to make him disappear a good ten centimeters between my buttocks, cutting my breath again.
Then with a violent blow of kidney, it sinks even further and for long minutes, it “works” me gently until finally I feel pleasure.

– Wait, I’ll share your girlfriends behind the ice …!
And he puts his hands under the fold of my knees and stands up, lifting me with his arms as powerful as a feather.
– Hang on as best you can, it’ll be pretty acrobatic!
– Be careful not to open it in two …. Advises Mrs. Clerc.

I cling to his shoulders as I can, his arms went under my thighs and his hands grabbed the fold of my legs.
– Let yourself go down and I’ll go even further.
– But I’m already full … I thought you had me skewered thoroughly?
Mrs Clerc draws my attention to my mistake.

I will make you cum and I will cum in you

I will make you cum and I will cum in you

Now I’ll explain what will follow. I advise you to listen to me.
For the woman, sodomy can be very pleasant but also very painful if it is poorly done. This scares you because it is a business that may seem perilous. Your little hole is pretty rebellious the first time and still offers resistance. Introducing anything into this delicate lair is a pretty exciting feat.

Also, for this intromission, we will start with Paul who has a thinner rod to introduce more easily, and will serve to expand even more this little hole. But before he will already lubricate and relax Armelle’s ring.

Paul slices of gel this anus who defends each penetration of his index in the crumpled corolla. However, it will be necessary that this ass opens. He will have to give way unhindered to the passage of a tail determined to finally discover something other than mouths and hands. The Mistress comes second and now pushes several fingers in this hole that relaxes gradually.

Armelle begins to feel the effects of this curious massage. It does not hurt, quite the contrary, it becomes even pleasant. She begins to sigh, discovering new sensations.
The Mistress orders:

– On all fours and offer your rump!
In this position, the offering of her ass is a beautiful target. The two stallions damn damn this vision, especially that the other 2 girls shake to maintain their erection by watching this beautiful show. Their tails are still firm.

Armelle is a little frightened at the idea of ​​being sodomized by Paul. But the Mistress is firmly grasping his expert hands dart stretched. She knows exactly the effect of a cock in the ass and orders him to follow the instructions to the letter she lavishes.
Madame Clerc directs Paul’s cock and presents the blaster in the ass that is closing already.

-Do not be so fierce! Offer totally your rump! Use your hands to spread your ass!
Armelle executes with apprehension. The glans abutting the wrinkled rosette initiates a slow penetration under the pressure of Paul.
The puck has no choice but to abdicate in front of the buttocks which, centimeter by centimeter, engages in this narrow passage.

Armelle is a little scared but wants to taste this new pleasure. She mouth wide open while Paul pushes his advantage by pushing his cock deep in the ass offered.
He begins a slow go and comes and feels the anus that opens a little more each of his penetrations. His cock slides better and better and he accelerates the pace.

-Putain it’s tight but it’s so good!
Armelle begins to appreciate the thing and feels the pleasure. She moans when she feels the balls of the man slamming on his ass but Paul can no longer hold and pours his cum in these hoses so welcoming.
Mrs. Clerc, having noticed the enjoyment of Paul takes control of operations:

– Quick ! Withdraw that the Master takes advantage of the maximum dilatation of the sphincter of Armelle and the greasing of her ass. It’s time to upgrade!
The Master is positioning his penis on the anus Armelle and with his big caliber grows stronger and stronger. The glans enters without difficulty but Armelle feels his ass rebel when the
Master pushes his big penis which returns with difficulty.

-Try to relax your anus and push yourself to make my work easier. You will be a little bad at first but your anus will get used gradually. Cry if you want but when I’m going to introduce myself, I will not stop because it would be even harder after that and it’s an important lesson for you and for all of you.
She tries to escape the torture but the Master does not hear it so, he grasps firmly by the hips and force his big penis to trace his path.

– Now I’m going deep into your rectum. Do not try to resist when I’m filling you with my sex. When you are well open, you will feel pleasure, I will go back and forth slowly and then faster and gradually you will forget the rest. I will make you cum and I will cum in you and you will turn to your comrades so that they see my sperm flow from your anus wide open after this double sodomy.

Mrs Clerc speaks again:
-Paul, take care of Martine. Put it next to Armelle!
In the next room, the girls do not say a word, watching the show. Paul and Madame Clerc have put in condition of small hole of Martine and it is pressed between his kidneys but it does not happen as easily as with his girlfriend, the caliber of Paul is for her already the maximum that she can to bear and she suffers just as much as her sister next to her.

The massive beam of “Defriseur” sinks inexorably into that ass who has abdicated in front of the big caliber that progresses much further than the sex of Paul.

I try to masturbate

I try to masturbate

And I suck. And I drool. My left hand starts a slow back and forth on the sheath in harmony with my head shots. From time to time, I block my hand tight to the base of this cock and puts it in tension as strong as when I send a final blow to my wife, whether in her pussy or in her ass besides. . This pass usually precedes a long ejaculation. Sylvain appreciates, I feel his calves flex a little and his pelvis force to my mouth, I like that.

I release my lips while leaving them in contact with the glans and I slightly accelerate the movements of my wrist. In handjob, I’m not a beginner, which is good for me should satisfy Sylvain. The plumber’s breath accelerates, he slips his hand behind my head and plunges his stake to the glottis by waving his pelvis like a madman. To not look ridiculous, I squeak with pleasure while, honestly, I’m suffocating.

He taps, he taps and taps again when I feel quickly inflate the pestle, back his balls in my hand and the squirt flow in the channel before I get on the tonsils. Whore he sends mashed potatoes. A squirt, then two, then three of equal strength to finally produce only jolts followed by a few drops of semen.

After all I’ve heard about the taste of sperm, I expect to have a gag, or even to burst immediately. Not at all. I find in the taste of its sap flavors of bitterness that generally flatter my taste buds. The viscous side, the thick and salty texture draws rather on the milky Marennes-Oleron, that of August, the one I prefer. I am surprised by the temperature of the swallow that I would have imagined lukewarm. There, she was hot and I’m doing my big one by not dropping a single drop on the carpet, I swallow everything.

Getting up, I look Sylvain in the eyes, worried about whether I managed my “oral”. It surprises me again by making me shovel greedy just now and seems to feast on the remains of the flavors of his enjoyment by turning his tongue in my mouth. He understood my expectations and indeed, validates my passage in large section. My hand lying between us spots the member who has not even disbanded and solicits again by mixing it bluntly.

My feverishness makes me nervous and I’m wanting to tear it to me to investigate the ass without waiting. I leave the drawer behind Sylvain a tube of gel conveniently tidy. I open it, actually sink in the palm of my hand and continue to polish my donkey by lubricating it well.

– No condom, Sylvain, hussarde please, I want to feel you, I beg.

I put myself in front of the mirror, forearms on the bathroom cabinet, placed behind me Sylvain seized the tube of lubricant and good connoisseur garnished the line, urging me to spread a little more legs. He goes first without stopping up and down, then he comes back on my rosette virgin.

– Relax, it’s done to pass, there is nothing to fear; It is the relaxation which is the pleasure, advises it very serene.

His finger lingers in concentric circles and quite quickly he tries to force the entrance. To not look too stupid, I do not resist, on the contrary, I push a little like shit and his finger penetrates me. A major manual worker, it takes a little space and the feeling of getting fucked is not far, finally, that’s still what I think. He slides his ersatz penis until completely relax my sphincters. That’s preparation!

Our installation in the bathroom makes that I live the situation as an actor and as a spectator. Satisfied with his preparations, Sylvain gets up, gives a few wrists to firm his member and point on my corolla. Before going further, it slightly changes the position of its pelvis to ensure a thrust angle without inconvenience. And he pushes slowly.

And he pushes slowly. I press my forehead on my forearms, offers my rump like a good bitch. He pushes again, comes back a little, charges again. The first door is not the most docile, it makes me suffer a little. When I feel it win the secondary door, close to the prostate, a soft heat invades me.

I try to masturbate, but I do not band at all. Apprehension, no doubt. I feel his hot balls touch my buttocks, we are at the bottom and it’s good. The most tasty for now is not to be poked. The most rewarding is to have bravely yielded to all my principles, to all my inhibitions, to all my fears.

To have passed to the enemy in a way, to have signed the surrender of the conquering male to become a female submissive, a welcoming female, to soften me, to revive this part of me asleep.

I strip

I strip

Passing in the shower, I am surprised to imagine that the craftsman will send me Sylvain, this worker I know a little for having discussed with him during the renovation. I have a great sympathy for this boy, of whom I know he is separated from his wife and is, according to him, always on the hunt for an adventure. While soaping me, I imagine Sylvain in a kneeling tank top kneeling under the sink and to my astonishment, this image causes me a little tingling in the kidneys and my tail is strengthened greatly.

Come, I tell you, you will not become a fool at sixty! I finish my ablutions, even the freshness of rinse is ineffective to chase these fucking images of the torso of Sylvain, his broad smile and his blue eyes.

He must be barely thirty or thirty-five, a charm that he says he does not enjoy with the fairer sex. I do not know why, but I have the conviction that this boy drips to multiple pleasures and that he dare not necessarily all confess. I still feel quite helpless with this new desire that has just settled in and, not being a partridge of the year, I decide to move on for the moment and to remain available to all eventuality this afternoon.

Leaving my usual nap, I pass again in the shower without leaving anything to chance, just in case! Around 15 hours, the videophone informs me of the arrival of the handsome boy. Febrile sum a virgin, I welcome him and directs him to the bathroom to solve my problem. I am so moved that I stammer and blush surely. I think he quickly realizes it.

“You do not look in great shape today,” he said.

– Yes, yes, it’s okay. I mumbled.

Knowing his business perfectly, Sylvain unpacks the new faucet, checks that it is compliant and begins to disassemble the one that needs to be replaced. I look at him, well, no, I mate him. I devour him with my eyes, I want to grab him, to eat his mouth, to touch him … I strip.

Sylvain glances furtively into the mirror that serves as a mirror and imposes my broad smile. Looking down, he sees the outgrowth of my crotch whose pants unfortunately hide little.

– I see that things are getting better about the shape! If he says. I would not want to be unseemly, but I think you’re bucking. You would not be telling a plumber’s story by chance?

“For nothing to hide, you have understood everything,” I said, regaining confidence.

And I keep going:

– Do not ask me why, but you turned me on, you’ve always set me on fire and it’s the first time a guy has done that.

– I do not fix the faucets, you know, I can also bring solace to the lonely, I’m what is called a hands-on worker, who is certainly the fortune of his boss so the clients are asking for more, the customers too, but less often.

While taking this reassuring, he stood up and found himself facing me, a little provocative, the smile more brilliant than ever. The mirror reflects his broad shoulders and triceps overflowing the tank top. I can not stand it, I approach and put my lips on his just before him stick my tongue to measure my commitment and my lack of reluctance.

I had read that between gay reports were often very direct, very cash and that once the case started, there was often no possibility of return. While licking my tongue lick, he slid his hand between us to feel the cumbersome thing that was needed more and more. Without preamble, it goes directly by the size of my pants to access my cock puffy. At first contact, I find his hand rough, I tell myself that I’m going to get used to it.

– You know, he said, without letting go and once his mouth liberated from my fiery bowl, I have a rule on the subject, and I never stop. I’m only interested sexually good suckers, pompous first rank. However, I make no difference either sex or age. I dabble it completely: that sucks me properly and after, I know how to give of my person. Last Tuesday, it is a client of more than 70 years who stuck to it and, knowing my conditions.

She tried to draw the juice as few young people know how to do it. As a reward, I filed it beyond the reasonable and it is she who told me to stop, no longer able to take my club.

– It seems to me a good contract, remains to know if I would be as deserving as you hope. But whoever tries nothing has nothing, does he? I say to close the deal.

Letting go of my cock, he undoes his belt and drops his pants on the ground. The head of his knot well beyond the boxer’s belt.

Beautiful breasts

Beautiful breasts

But, I was only at the beginning of my discovery of the sexuality and the sensuality, my lover in colo had opened the box of Pandora and inside hides a thousand surprises …
I was part of the ground gymnastics team, and trained three to four nights a week to make me a nice body but also to spend the energy that I had in me otherwise I was an electric battery …
Chloe my childhood friend accompanied me everywhere, she was part of the team too, a little less assiduous because calmer, too calm even …

That evening the “coach” made us sweat. Finding we were not asses fast, he had us do and redo several times the same exercise, Chloe and me in particular because we were competing, so that there were only two of us left at the club … Exhausted our painful bodies, we headed to the shower, glad to finally get rid of this sticky sweat.
The shower was very hot, I let the water run over my naked body, closing my eyes, the heat relaxed me. I only heard the water flow, but I felt a presence … Opening my eyes, I saw Chloe planted in front of me, naked, she stared at me, with in the eyes this infinite tenderness that makes him the most beautiful eyes of the world..
-” you are beautiful ! She said to me, “thank you! But if I am beautiful! You are beautiful! I replied. And that was true, a pretty auburn redhead with green eyes with a doe look, a doll face, hair cascading over her shoulders, a body pitted with small adorable freckles, a pearly white skin, beautiful breasts rounds grazing perfection and buttocks to make a magazine dancer jealous …..

The boys were crazy, I did not know him any boyfriend, yet we talked about it but she said she wanted to devote herself to her studies for now.
– “Amandine, I love you!” She continued “…” Me too Chloe I love you a lot “I tell him
– “No you did not understand! I love you ! I love you Amandine! I’m crazy about you since we were 5, you’re wonderful, you’re beautiful, so bubbly and full of life, my heart beats only for you, I think only of you every day, I dream of you kiss, your body and mine tangled, my hands on your skin and get drunk of you … .I desire you as a boy, I only want you for me and make love to you … but not like a boy and tonight I wanted you to know it! ”

I was standing in front of her, the water ran over me and I did not know what to do, a real shock, I looked at my friend, a beauty breathtaking and in my head it was Hiroshima, images of boys paraded before my eyes but I detailed his body with pleasure. I had always found beautiful, but I had never looked like that, its curves, its curves, the grain of her skin, her pretty lips hemmed, her little mischievous nose, her eyes that melted …

I looked at her with envy. Yet I love boys I told myself in my head, I love when they make love to me and I give myself to them … I love naughty games with them, but the more I watched Chloe, the more I I found desirable and suddenly other images came to me, other thoughts, I remembered having watched my girlfriends in the shower and reflect on their beauty, their body, their breasts, told me that if I had been a boy I would put them well in my bed, the same way for my friend I envied the boy who would be the first to pick this beautiful flower.

Regretting not having this appendix that makes all the difference, without it makes me think at that time that I had a penchant for girls … but my way of looking at Chloe since her statement was obvious, she had just opened the gap.

All her femininity came to me at once, I felt her smell, I wanted to taste her skin, cover each mm2 of her body with kisses, to lick everywhere to know the taste of different parts of her anatomy. She had to read this feeling in my eyes so that when she approached me, lips parted, her hands taking my neck gently, I let go, my mouth opened sticking to his, first tender and delicate, our tongues barely touching our kiss became fiery, our bodies clung to each other our hands went to the discovery, we touched all over, the buttocks, breasts, belly, pubic, as if we wanted to find a treasure!

In less than a minute I had traveled, I lingered on her breasts, the tips especially that I squirmed between my fingers, then her buttocks sticking even more to me, mouth to mouth, the sound of our breaths filled the bathroom, I slipped a hand between her thighs, posing on her sex, I felt it relax, she deflated a little, she was softer, softer, she flexed.

Her head thrown back she begs

Her head thrown back she begs

This is the first time, though I realize its physical evolution, and I confess frankly be disturbed by its forms and this delicate beauty, which door with a juvenile insolence. I’m almost jealous, I’m suddenly faced with a young woman who radiates a wonderful joie de vivre, which predisposes to a bright future. Braised eyes, and a port of queen, beautiful blond curls that frame her face, she has a delirious charm.

My eyes linger shamefully, insistently on these legs, on this bust with breasts suddenly present. Sara unconscious of my observations, relaxes and discovers this body that in the reflection of the last glimmers of the evening, is of a torrid eroticism.

It is hard for me to drive away those burning thoughts from my mind.
I throw myself on the remote control to launch without conviction any movie, while asking me that fly had stung me to let me drag myself into fantasies of a girl.

To choose in this way a film at random, is of a stupid stupidity, because as I did not expect it, it had the peculiarity to include very studied pornographic scenes.

Sara is clearly obsessed with the action that lasts an eternity, I am unable to react, any initiative seems utopian. On the screen they go there dead hand, I’m scalded and Sara changes position constantly, she forgets my presence. I watch her go from astonishment to a trance, I hope secretly, that this is not the first time she sees it! Between us, be it said, that would surprise me.

Whatever my reaction, it would be extremely embarrassing for me, and for her too. So I decide to let the film come to an end hoping to relax the atmosphere overheated by some jokes of schoolboy.

But what are the jokes that adapt to such a situation? All we can say is ridiculous and you sink even more!

Talking about sex with her, is not a good idea not-plu, all initiative in this direction, will take me in default!

No word or word could explain the sequence of events. The unthinkable happened, I leaned towards this blouse that invites me to discover, to find breasts so well formed.

The heat of this night, and our bodies almost naked, everything seems out of control.

I sank into a kind of amazement, and almost in spite of me, I kiss and brushed my lips open chest, Sara projects her bust of a sensual contortion, I tickle the small points in my mouth, sucks and nibble without restraint.

She abandons herself, lets herself go, her half-closed eyes denounce a boundless excitement, a whisper, a prayer, push me to accompany her to the realm of the senses.

What did I do there?

Under my hands become autonomous, I feel her skin satin, the roundness of the top of her thighs, then a little lower, the voluptuous down that leads to the most secret place of this body in effervescence.
She does nothing to stop my investigations, she opens, she slides and offers herself. An aubade certifies the offering of his body, what can I do now? It is too late to retreat, and my senses have just refused me.

My heart beats, I’m boiling, I liquefy, I wet, some friction on my cock to appease my senses, then I slide the little silk panties on Sara’s thighs, and here it is revealed, naked, admirable, sensual.

The fabric is soaked I sniff, I taste his love juice then I close my hand on this beautiful sex, the thighs open like wings, she moaned while gently I penetrate with a finger pink lips to discover the little pearly button .

Sara’s pelvis is set in motion, it rises and falls like a wave that accelerates as rubs and penetrations that I lavish care with the vagina inflamed.
I drive, I control, I soothe and provoke to the extreme this body that struggles. At the end of my deeply committed fingers, this sex belongs to me, I feel orgasm arrive, the wave is powerful, I enjoy this hold, I exult from this constraint that I impose without indulgence.

On my fingers sinks the syrup, which my hands collect, hot and so soft that I have swallowed. It’s so beautiful, to see the tension rise, to see her eyes close when she looks for the mouth wide open, to snap a last trickle of air.

She gathers her last strength and begins to scream, under my hands, her body does not stop shaking!

Sara writhes, tries to extract the hand that searches her, she struggles like a wounded animal, then grabbing my arm she screams again, her cries, her wailing are a haunting eroticism.

I persist, I insist, I hold the hand that tries to intervene, her head thrown back she begs, and finally surrendered.

She lifted her legs even more

She lifted her legs even more

He had never thought that they offered themselves to the people living in the buildings opposite. He was shy and thought only of the body he was piercing gently and fiercely. A strange sense of responsibility to have that frail body under him. He was a man. He touched the bottom of her. She was holding her neck, she asked him if he felt that he was deep inside her.

She lifted her legs even more, until she felt a slight pain. She wanted him to realize that he was deep inside, that he was telling her as others had said before him. He just felt like being inside her. Nothing more seemed to be able to add to the excitement of the moment. Everything then happened very quickly, too fast.

She, she knew the curtains should have been pulled but did not say anything, she had introduced it into her by staring straight into her eyes. Sometimes his eyes were lost on the windows that seemed to watch over their silhouettes in broad daylight. To show their flesh, their spasms and their enjoyment was putting it out of itself. She blossomed from this probable exhibitionist outbidding.

Maybe that’s why she ended up crouching down in front of him, pushed it into her mouth without hesitation and waited, hands on her buttocks, sperm pouring down her throat, twitches of her sex digging the desire she had to be offered and burned her lips so much that if a stranger at that moment had introduced herself into her, she would have let him do it and would simply print the movement of his hips on his tail made slippery by the humidity of her.

He had withdrawn from his mouth. She had smiled proud to be full of him. She would have liked him to touch her sex, he touches her, she, in love and slimy. He took it on his chest and they started talking. She had known happiness hanging gently on her smooth young man’s skin. She had not breathed a word of the excitement she had had. She was ashamed of the Pandora’s box that seemed to open in her as soon as she opened her thighs, still burning with the memory of her first love a few months ago.

She has the memory of having confided in confidence to a crazy dog. The neck, the arms, the back are covered with marks. Some retire before the day like a low tide, others remain terrible and proud, red like scratches or painful marks with changing colors like blues that remember with each gesture.

In the morning, when carrying the cup of coffee to his lips, facing his parents. She quickly drank the hot coffee that would almost burn the tongue but she wants it in his mouth with the same ardor, she claimed it a few hours earlier, on the spot, without waiting, without being afraid to push it deeply until her body tells her no, that her throat throws him back while she still wants to, feel her tail scrape her throat up to provoke this animal, physical reaction – she would like that almost orgasmic moment of pleasure that matches rejection of her throat extends for seconds, again, again.

She would like to have it everywhere, wherever it is more taboo than her pussy. She does not say anything, she sucks. She had promised to beg him, to insult him, to pray to be stuffed for him. But she is silent, sprawled in the happiness of sucking him.

She never wanted to be loved, she did not want to make him happy. This blissful patience allowed her to wait for the sperm to fall on her cheeks, her lips with the sweetness of a simply heavier rain. She would have called more of her wishes, That this appeasement lasts longer than her ejaculation.

She preferred my tongue or my fingers

She preferred my tongue or my fingers

I mentally recited the names of the authors and titles on the program, the translations, then the introductions and the conclusions that I had learned by heart, the main lines. I scratched my tights with my nails. Once a hole was drilled, I pulled to remove it again, to see the nylon crack. Fortunately, my tights were flesh-colored. If I had done that in the winter, with black tights, I would have looked like a trail.

I could not stand the three days that separated me from my oral that took place in another school that mine to A. The pressure came down a little at night when I rolled my quilt ball to lie on this mass Cotton and waving but it was not enough. The day before the exam, I could not really get to sleep. It was terrible. It was hot. Outside, I heard the clatter of glasses and cutlery, laughter and cars that told the life that ran away from my anxiety to ridicule me the next day at 8:45.

As usual, I slept naked and my hands ran through me with the same frequency as boys of my age. I was not afraid to say that I was a girl and that I was not afraid of my body. Yes, I was afraid of an oral Greek but I was not afraid to say without blushing that I masturbated, most often thinking of nothing, locked in my pleasure to wet the sheets, to leave thus an outrageous trace in the manner of Anthropometry of Klein’s blue period.

But that night, I thought about Lou. We were in high school together, we stayed in our corner as two unsuitable without really understanding why we did not succeed to be like them, the others. Lou was beautiful with a beauty at its peak already. She had curly hair that made her want to sleep with her head in the crook of her neck, to watch her face change color under the effect of pleasure and to hear her moan like a bird of prey.

I wanted to know if she preferred my tongue or my fingers. I imagined her shaking gently, patting her crotch by surprise, sliding my fingers into her, ensuring that she wakes up with each finger added. Putting my mouth on the parts of her that I made it bloom even more under the effect of my tongue that sometimes religiously touched, sometimes eagerly, her clit that rushed without scandal, asking for sweetness and wisdom. I added my saliva to her wet while my fingers searched, searched, bent slightly and then managed to find his enjoyment.

Suddenly, my muscles became heavy as monuments, they were hot and sizzled with a numbness that made me cry. Outside, there were no more noises. The lampposts set their sights on the pavement. It was 2:47. I knew that from now on I would be able to fall asleep.

At 6:00, my alarm clock rang. I reprogrammed it at 6:10. I got up. My parents were there in love. They smiled at me saying that they wanted to be both there to take me to my exam. I found it a little tacky but I was in a great mood. I thanked them with a smile too and grabbed a slice of bread. My eyes still shone with memories of a pleasure I had never experienced when I added butter and apricot jam on the crumb.

I smiled with a full smile, my face probably painted with desire. “Annabelle? I raised my head, trying in vain to offer a neutral face again. “Why are you smiling like that? It’s your voice that makes you that effect? Do you think you’ll find a good teacher? “Joked my mother.

You must spread your legs a little more

You must spread your legs a little more

I discovered that there was an archery activity and I play this sport at a good level in a club. I go there and shoot a few arrows, the young people are there too but do it despite common sense. I ask them if they want my advice and as they agree, I show them the gestures and ways of doing things. I positioned myself behind them to correct their postures.

I am still a little embarrassed to press against them to resume their bad actions.
I now take care of a pretty big girl, beautiful to bite with small firm breasts and sticks me to his buttocks to help him arm the bow, my hand next to his on the handle and the other on the hand that pulls the rope advising:
-You must spread your legs a little more, hold your arms straight and bend the bow, your hand should come to the face but pay attention to your breast, you do not have a breastplate and if the rope hang on the tip, you’ll be damn bad.

I do not know what’s happening to me, these terms that I often use with the young people of the club take on a different meaning when the student is an admirable young girl completely naked in my arms.
Between each arrow, she wriggles against my body. Regardless of my will, my tail swells, straightening up to find stopped in his ascent in the open compass of my student’s thighs.

She feels something that bothers her, looks down and sees between my thighs my penis.
She then looks at me with a funny smile and tightens her thighs.
I retreat, apologize to him and move away, ashamed, no longer knowing or put under the eyes of all these young people.
What will they think of me?

They would not want to miss such a show
I can not believe it !…
Since we surprised “the old man in great shape”, I think only of that, to be able to “touch” such an organ. And here it is done alone!
When he proposed to introduce us to archery, I was in heaven, I bet in a low voice with my girlfriend that I could get it hard when I saw how he put himself behind others .

It’s my turn, he positions himself behind me, I deliberately do wrong, spreading the arms of my body to force him to tighten even more against me.
I feel his body against mine, the bump of her lower abdomen touches my buttocks from time to time. I stoop to take another arrow, rubbing my butt against his pubis, prolonging the longest possible contact.

I notice an early reaction, I feel harden his cock against my left thigh, his machine continues to grow and now rubs between my 2 legs, forcing the passage of my thighs to appear at the bottom of my belly, butting on my pussy that l prevents it from rising higher. I tighten my legs a little, trapping the impressive chuck.
I may have gone a little hard, he backs up and runs away, stammering words of apology.

Sylvie exclaims:
-Putain, you did not do in detail! He bandaged like a bull and it’s even more impressive when you watch it! Do you still want him to defecate you for your birthday? The candle may be a bit too big for your 18 years!
I answer him:
-If an “old” can do it, I do not see why I could not do it!

It’s been two days that he avoids us but I want to force the destiny. With Sylvie, we have already played “pee touch” with the boys of the camp but have never dared to go further.
We promised ourselves that this year would be the right one.
I managed to decide that left to spend, as much as it is with an experienced man rather than with a small-mouthed white-mouth.

Now you have to find a way and I think I’ve found one. It seems that he frequents assiduously Anne, a regular in the house and I know she is pretty jealous of his conquests. I’ll make him sing …

Sylvie and I spied on him, he just won the tent that houses the billiards, the place is empty, I approach it and put the market in hand.
-Salut Patrick, we have something to ask you, you’ll take us for crazy or little whores but we want to make love with you.

Otherwise we tell Anne that you’re Stephanie, and even Leo, we spied on you and we filmed with our smartphones.
-Band little sluts … I do not know what’s holding me back … You hold me … I give in because I have no choice but I warn you that I will not spare you! You will remember it all your life, I promise you!

But the rest of the band popped up, 2 boys, Yves 13, Xavier 17 and 2 girls, the youngest, Zoe, was little more than 12 years old and Leah 14. Shamelessly, they settled on the benches against the wall. The little vicious, they ask for more after the episode of the bench.

He resumed, no more disturbed than that:
-Well, Margot, you know how to make me bend, then acti

She also found herself fully immersed

She also found herself fully immersed

Our exchanges are very often very hot, to the point that I can not control my erection when reading or writing his messages. It is complicated to carry things to work without the other employees noticing something. But I was not the only one to be thrilled by these messages. She also found herself fully immersed in reading my little stories well imagine what I would like to do at the time of writing.

I was even entitled to some photos of her alone, the evening before sleeping, and especially to make a mini pleasure alone, both for her and for me. Of course, these moments of waiting for each other were that our reunion was explosive and often enlivened by what we had described in our conversations.

Little by little, we have incorporated new things to experience. She discovered a part of my personality, hitherto a little hidden. This new me, dominating as she likes, not hesitating to the abused. She likes to be considered as a sex toy or a sink that is used before letting it fall. So, after incorporating the words raw, links, the whip to our traditional toy, the discussion of a threesome returned to the carpet.

After some stories imagined and transcribed by SMS, staging my companion, me and a third person, we had to quickly put a name on this person. Having already planned a meeting of a friend made on a famous online game, the name of this person came to feed our stories.

He was relatively young, and at the age of 20, had not yet had the chance to consume the flesh of a woman. Our plan was to make it consumed but part of it. So when I was at work on Saturday, she was busy relaxing and giving him pleasure. I had even installed an old phone in camera surveillance mode to be able to enjoy it from work.

Then when I finished my day we finally thought to realize this adventure where Madam is in the center of all the attentions.

Unfortunately, he was a little too introverted at the time and none of this was possible. Leave a little on our hunger, we still wanted to achieve our desires, and even if it was not done with the same person.

A few months later, my best friend is confused with his wife and they have been about a week to stop talking. This idea being always present in our minds, we both thought that it would be a pleasant games partner and that it could come to change the ideas some days with us.

Not feeling necessarily come “scam” he accepted relatively quickly. After several conversations between guys, I made him understand even before he comes, that it could be that many things are happening with him.

Once again, Madam was in training, and we were thinking again what we could do with my friend. She returned on Friday evening by the TGV of 22:08. All the way to our home, our eyes filled with desires and excitations crossed, and without a word we knew that we were waiting impatiently for our desires to come true.

The temperature was already rising a little in the car, my hand on his thigh, his on my thigh with the tips of his fingers very close to my magnifying member and becoming troublesome to drive. Still happy, the road is not very long. Barely out of sight, as soon as the lift doors were closed, our respective wandering hands began to caress the other’s body.

Her breasts not holding in my hands, my fingers are focused on the little pink tips through the thin layer of fabric of her bra as her hands come to caress my life through my pants.

Arrived on the floor, we rushed inside to consume our desire. As I help her to feel comfortable removing a few layers of unwanted clothes, she releases my limb from its envelope just too tight to contain it. She takes my life in the mouth and my hand accompanies her head in motion. She gives me some looks of bitch who want while his mouth my member.

I help him get up and stick it to the wall. I remove the rest of the embarrassing clothes and discovers a slippery vulva and dripping wet, so much so that I have no difficulty in penetrating. After several thrusts well violating and moans that she has a lot of difficulty to choke, I filled my juice.

This little taste of the weekend allowed us to wait for the arrival of my best friend. So the next day, he arrived during the afternoon, while I was still working for three hours. In front of a good movie, they both relaxed.