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Last summer it was really hot for weeks. I was with Ines again for a few
days and wanted to stay until Sunday because Angie was on duty on the weekend.
Ines suggested going swimming. Christian and I really liked the idea. We have
about half an hour to drive to a beautiful area with a river and some forest.
Quite comfortable and good for dreaming.
So we were soon lying in the shade on our bath towels, Ines, Christian and
Erika.
A couple sat down next to us, she was a really wow-attractive blonde and he
was a tough man in his mid-forties. I would have been immediately attracted to
the little girl, the guy was too old for me. Yes, I would have been tempted, I
would have liked better!
The blonde began to douse herself with suntan oil and spread the
lubrication nicely. She had taken off her top and was only wearing a super
short skirt.
She could move, damn it. It was all a flow of movement, absolutely
cinematic and awesome. I slowly became wet. The guy next to her stayed calm,
amazing. Had he forgotten his Viagra?
This piece of sugar had obviously also appealed to my nephew. He observed
the blonde in a conspicuously inconspicuous manner and after a while a massive
bulge appeared in his swimming trunks. I smiled at him. “Well, is something
moving?” He took a deep breath. If I now pull down his swimming trunks briefly
in the <front area>, I thought, his cock will pop out, for sure. Thought,
done! I pulled his pants down a bit and saw his hammer go up. He was
frightened, threw his towel over himself and turned to the side, towards me. He
couldn't go to the other side because his best part would have been in full
view of the piece of sugar. His towel was now lying between us, shifted and
showing the cock, swollen and hard. “Does the blonde turn you on so much?” I
whispered. “Just jerk off, it won’t be noticeable between the two of us.” He
grabbed his cock and started to rub it very vigorously. Ines didn't move on her
side, she seemed to be sleeping.
“Will you help me” he whispered. “No, do it alone” I covered the towel over his massage work again.It took longer than I first thought. He was breathing heavily and his movements were no longer as subtle as in the beginning. In other wirds: when someone would have looked, they would see what is going on. And the blonde looked over! “What are you thinking about?” I whispered. “I’m m,ind fucking with you,” he gasped back. “With me??” A long sigh came from him and I felt his warm jet on my stomach. Damn, that was a lot. I rolled over on my back and examined the eejaculation. Wow. Christian had pulled his pants back up and rolled onto his back and was still breathing heavily.
Then the blonde dream got up and took a few steps over to us. She straddled me and looked at the cum on my stomach. She grinned: “I would have liked to help your little lover. "It would have been more fun for him than cumming on your stomach." Oops! You rarely hear sounds like that after you've only seen each other for a few moments.
Ines had heard everything, she hadn't slept. “And what would your old man have said about that?” “Nothing, he’s used to it. When we go swimming, we always lie down near people who look like you." "What do we look like?" "Well, ... two horny women and a boy who is waiting for one of them to let him fuck." "And your guy?" "He's just a decoration, it's more inconspicuous that way, you know." While she stood over me with her legs wide as if she had to pee, Christian undressed her with greedy eyes and immediately something stirred between his legs again, it was clearly visible. He had probably also seen that the blonde had nothing on under her skirt, I was already very hot and wet too. Ines looked at him and said, “If you have to jerk off, at least not in such a way that the sperm ends up on your aunt’s stomach.” “Aunty! “Hello, that’s cool,” said the blonde. “I like you. Come over then, I also have something to snack on. By the way, I’m Petra.” We said our names.
“What do you have to snack on?” I asked. “Well, there’s a treat for your little one, and something spicier for you chicks.”
It was clear that Christian was the first to go to the blonde Petra. I came and Ines followed. Christian had sat down right next to her, very close. Petra put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a kiss. Ines wasn't happy about that. "Stop it, he'll get a permanent boner!" "Yes," she said, "and that can be painful." She grinned. "But the three of us could certainly help him, right." Another kiss and a pat on his back. The guy she came with made no attempt at all to participate in the conversation. He had turned away, stood up and simply disappeared. “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay” “What’s wrong with him” “Nothing, that’s what I’m saying. I always take him with me. If nothing comes up in the wild, he'll have to get to it later. The woman needs something hard.” “And what does he do now?” “He goes between the trees and stretches. There's something hot to jerk off to somewhere." "He could have stayed here, we would have gotten it for him," said Ines. Ines! I didn't know her like that at all, that wasn't her style. I asked her, "Ines, now we're excited to see what Petra has for us to snack on."
“So I have something under my skirt to lick, nice and jucy. But you probably won’t be interested in that.” Sweetie, you’re sorely mistaken! “Seriously, how about a little something to smoke” It had been a while since my last joint, I can’t even remember. Ines probably felt the same way.
"That sounds tempting. What do you want in return?" "You're invited first." I should have listened <first>. The stuff was good and we enjoyed the afternoon. Petra was not only a super attractive and horny girl, but also eloquent and made an educated impression. At least she didn't babble about things she didn't understand.
“Tell me, what about your companion? He doesn't even show up anymore." "I guess he's gone. When he sees that I've found a connection, he likes to thin himself out."
A strange couple. Christian wanted to get up. "Where are the toilets, I have to?" he turned to his mom. "There aren't any, just trees..." Petra turns to him. "Go, don't be uncomfortable. Just piss here. Just let it go, we want to get something out of it too.” Ines looked at me. I nodded and scratched his bottom. The unfamiliar joints had turned us on a bit. “Do it” “…I can’t do that” “Should we join in?” We stood up, Petra too, and started to piss while laughing. Ines and I through our bikini panties, Petra under her skirt and at Christian nothing was going on.
Petra provocatively stood opposite him so that he had to see the piss running down her thigh and he promptly got a boner again. “I can’t pee when he’s standing,” he whined. Petra moved closer to him. “Everyone come closer so that no one notices anything.” She looked around furtively. “I'll help him now.” We shielded the two of them from prying eyes, which there weren't anyway, and Petra reached into Christian's pants and started to satisfy him. Experienced handjob, I noticed. It didn't take long before he cummed again, this time the full load on Petra's hand and skirt. “Does anyone want to lick it?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, but enjoys licking Christian’s sperm from her palm. “So,” she said to him, “now you can piss!” And he let it go. Now each of us had wet pants and Petra had a dirty skirt.
“Are you far home?” Petra began after a while. Well, it would be about half an hour. “You know what, I live right next door. Do we want to make ourselves comfortable at my place? Later it will be a little cooler." The suggestion was received. The four of us packed up our towels and set off. It really wasn't far.
Petra first got a bottle of champagne from the fridge. Champagne, something fine. She took 4 glasses and poured one. “Your boy is having it too?” “Of course, why not, by the way, it’s not my boy, it’s Ines’s.” I knew Christian was quite used to something, but champagne wasn’t is stuff, so : little risk. We sat on the balcony of Petra's great apartment, enjoyed the evening sun and the view and joked around with a few rude things: Christian and I were fascinated by Petra's crossed legs, endlessly long crossed legs. But it was probably the pantyless pussy that fascinated him the most. I suspect. But there wasn't a bulge in his pants, well, he'd already squirted two good loads today. One on my stomach and one in Petra’s hand and on her skirt. She licked it off quickly, some protein is necessary.
“Can I get myself something more” asked Chris. “Sure, in the kitchen. There's a new bottle in the fridge. Help yourself! You probably want something else too! It's the best material at this temperature." She turned around, "Chris would be so kind and bring us the bottle straight away." He came with a new bottle and his filled glass. Ines poured in for all of us.
In the meantime we were in a pretty relaxed mood and were doing well. Petra not only seemed to be a top female, but was also a really charming person. Her topics were all sexually oriented, and Ines and I were totally on board with that. Masturbating, fucking, pissing and exciting others, that's what it was all about. Normally neither Ines nor I preferred these topics, but the joints and the champagne had solved this problem. We've already had more than three bottles, wow. The topics became more intimate. Petra placed her hand on my thigh and pressed very lightly and gently. “The boy isn’t yours?” she asked. “Your nephew? "But you're pretty close when he's allowed to jerk off on you." I couldn't say anything useful in response. Petra turned to Ines. "I want to fuck Chris, I hope you don't mind." "No, I don't want that." Instead of Ines being speechless, she shone with incredible stillness. Well done sis. “Come on, don’t be a spoilsport. That doesn’t suit you.” Christian came around the corner.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Petra whispered to him “But, Mom, what…” Ines was beside herself “No, I don’t want my son to fuck you like that. What are you thinking!”
On the way to Petra's apartment I walked next to her and had put my arm loosely around her waist and very carefully caressed her a bit. Petra probably understood that.
Now she turned to me. “And what about you, I'm already very wet, do you want to dry me, ahh... lick me? You’re not averse to a wet little cunt, or am I looking at it wrong!”
What was going through my head now? I always believed that I could be faithful to Angie and have been so for three years. But she also has her girls and probably has sex with one or the other. That's why I stick a cock in myself every now and then, but now... Petra was just too hot. It was clear to me that if I had sex with her now, it wouldn't stop there.
Fueled by the joint and champagne, I stood up and pushed her into her bedroom. “Hey, what a wild woman you are!” I tore her skirt down behind her knees, threw her backwards onto her bed and started to pamper her wet slit with my tongue. She moaned and moaned. After a while she turned on her side. I was just getting busy with my own pussy and really getting going when she said, “You still have a lot to learn, sweetie.” What was that? I was perplexed. If I were a man, it would have completely ruined my boner. For sure. Is she crazy? Angie never complained.
“Just stay here tonight, then we’ll take it easy and you’ll learn something. Your two fellows come home alone. If you need it, I would be happy to invite a few horny girls over. I just want to fuck and I know some people who want that too.” Her eyes sparkled amber.
So that was the <first> of the invitation to snack on the meadow and now it was time to pay it back. That would be too clumsy, too quick for me, I didn't expect that from this charming, eloquent little mouse. Somehow that turned me off. I didn't want to <just> fuck in any way. How stupid was I. Not with me.
"Finish ! I'm leaving now, I'm expected" "Oh... expected! You probably mean the chick whose legs you spit on like, me right now, and who gets to fuck you. But if you don't like... I've pushed people like you off the edge of the bed many times. Look at me, I can find lovers on every street corner.” That was enough. “You probably mean in every pissing meadow. Fuck the old man you seem to be hanging out with. If he brings one up, of course” I was on a roll. “He's probably standing behind some tree jerking off from watching some slut take her panties off to shit. You bitch, first you want to fuck a minor and then you let hang out the super lesbian." She grinned, "I'll come to your house so that your girlfriend can see what good sex is! She hasn't gotten anything from you, apart from pussy licking."
Get out here! Was she drunk or something? I took a deep breath, then stood up and walked in front of her. “Was I that bad?” An arrogant tone played at the corners of her mouth. She grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me a little closer. Her skirt still hung around the back of her knees, otherwise she was naked. She kissed me and I felt her tongue spread inside me. A similar feeling to having a cock enter your throat. She moved the tip of her tongue skillfully without making me want to vomit, I only felt desire from my throat to my clitoris. “No, you weren’t that bad. “Really not… not at all.” She said thoughtfully “I wanted to provoke you a little, darling.” “Come with me,” she pushed me into the bathroom next to her bedroom.
“I have to piss again, the champagne wants to come out. Do you want to drink it? “Almost pure champagne” she smiled “… with a little taste from Petra, exclusively for Erika.” Then she just let it go and I knelt in front of her cunt and tried to catch every drop. When we left the meadow, I put on my sweatpants and still had them on. When Petra was finished, I pulled her down to me, squeezed the remaining piss into her mouth and kissed her long and deeply. I know I can kiss. Then I let it run and pissed myself.
“If that still applies, I’ll stay with you tonight. I can't go out on the street with my pants covered in piss anyway." "What does your lover say?" "I don't know." She sat down next to me in the puddle on the tiled floor. “You told me you were in safe hands” Did I? “Even though it may seem different now, I don’t want to come between you…. And you shouldn't fall in love with me under any circumstances, you hear! . I saw you this afternoon and was horny for you and still am. I want sex with you all damn night"
We did so. One night of sex with this creamy dream of sweetness, what else can I tell you?
First I went out into the living room and stood in front of Ines with my pee-stained leggings. “Here you have the car keys, I don’t want to leave today.” She looked at me, gave me a kiss on the tip of my nose and said quietly, “Take care of yourself, love.” Then she disappeared with Christian. What did he think of his crazy aunt?
I went back into the bathroom and threw my wet leggings into the bathtub and shouted "Darling, do you have a towel so I can dry my pussy?"
Petra suddenly stood behind me, grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and growled "I'm your towel, remember that, you bitch." With that she threw me onto the bed and started licking my pubic area dry. She ran her tongue through my crack and worked on my clit. I breathed harder. She pressed my thighs apart and massaged my labia with her thumb and forefinger. I squirmed, but had little chance. She gently bit my clit. I panted heavily and moaned, “Let me get to you too.”
She didn't answer but threw herself halfway at me and dug her fingernails into my bottom. I could only reach her neck with my arms and dug my nails into the flesh there. “Ouch… you bitch. "That hurts." I didn't want to think about what that meant, hurting, and I drilled harder. “Ahhhh,” it sounded pleasant. She leaned on her forearms and wrenched away from me.
Suddenly she had a dildo in her hand that worked both sides, for her and me. She turned a ring and the thing started twitching and a red LED on one tip flashed rhythmically. She put the device in her vagina so that the flashing side was facing me. I had to laugh. “You’ll forget it,” she murmured and covered my neck with tender kisses.
Then she penetrated me. She works with strong thrusts against my stomach. I tried to match her rhythm and so we rolled around on the bed, twitching. Petra reached down. I thought she wanted to masturbate additionally and did the same. “Hands off,” she hissed. At that moment the dildo started twitching with full force. With unbridled energy and speed. I could no longer keep up with my rhythm. Petra pushed into me with passion and power and the twitching dildo made my vagina glow. I gasped and panted. My breath was flying and I wanted to scream, but there was no air. "You .. " I gasped and let out a few miserable screams while Petra was lying on top of me, fucking me for all I was worth and the dildo in my vagina was making me hot rubbed, even hotter. I screamed and screamed, my scream becoming sharp and I dug my fingernails into Petra's back in agony. Then I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Angieee..” She stopped and slapped me in the face, knocking the wind out of me. “There is no Angie here. Here is your Petra and I will kill you…. I'll drive you crazy." Then she continued to fuck me with the dildo with an energy that really drove me crazy. I had given up trying to resist and pushed my lower body against hers, egging her on even more. She shook me and tossed me back and forth. I bit her breasts and pulled on her hard nipples with my teeth, which got her going further. She grabbed her pussy again and I felt that she had turned the dildo up a notch. Was that possible? But she had ripped the dildo out of her vagina and was sitting on me masturbating. That finally got me horny, I had to put my hand on myself while the dildo was working. I trembled and twitched while Petra slapped my stomach and breasts with her free hand. Gasping and gasping for air, I thought my last hour had arrived. I rolled my eyes. Then she gave me another slap in the face that brought me back to life.
“Don’t fall asleep, you damn bitch, we’re not done yet, not by a long shot…” “You horny cunt, let me, I can’t take it anymore” “I want to show you what you can take. She turned around so that we were lying on top of each other in a 69 position and immediately started working on my labia and clit with her tongue and teeth. I felt a hot stream rushing through me and bit her labia so hard it must have hurt. “Yeah… that’s how you do it, you bitch. Bite into it, eat me” My lower body started to twitch and I ejaculated into Petra’s mouth and face. “My little slut, you taste like more, much more. Hey, that excites me…” she moaned and started to squirt in turn. Fully in my mouth, I swallowed and tasted Petra. The hot stream ran south again, where it joined the pain of my tormented labia. I folded away. As my life took hold of me again, Petra layed next to me, masturbating and moaning wildly. “You crazy piece, if you want to fuck yourself, you don’t need me,” I gasped and wanted to get up. She didn’t let it go and pushed me back onto the bed. Then she fished a strap-on out of her arsenal and strapped it on me. “Show me what you're capable of, you lesbian fuck.” She spread her legs in front of me and I penetrated her, just as ungently as she had done earlier with her double dildo. Petra moaned pleasantly while I thrusted violently into her vagina. I closed my hands around her throat and began to squeeze the air out of her. Slowly and then harder. It was an awesome feeling to see her eyes widen and her gasps for air. She didn't resist. “Defend yourself, bitch. Or do you want to die?” I squeezed harder. She twitched desperately, her bladder emptying. Was she afraid? “Defend yourself,” I shouted in a frenzy. “I don’t want to kill you. I love you!”
Then she finally gathered all her strength, put her hands around my throat and squeezed the air out of me too. She was desperately gasping for air and kicking her legs and I tried to free my neck by moving my body, but in vain. I was still fucking her with the strap-on. Then I let go of her neck and fell exhausted on her chest and pulled the artificial penis out of her vagina. My heart was pounding. Petra cleared her throat and coughed like crazy, but didn't let go of my throat. "You wanted to kill me, you fucking horny slut." I reached out and gave her a slap in the face that I didn't want to receive. She finally let go, and now I was overcome by a coughing fit. “Like you did to me before, you bitch,” I wheezed. I fell on her chest. Complete. We lay on top of each other, gasping for air. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, but clearly no longer had any intention of killing me. Quite the opposite. I took her in my arms and we drifted away.
I woke up and kept my eyes closed. I love it so much, it's the only minutes in the day where it's just me. The previous night flashed past me in my mental screen, from a perspective as if I were floating under the ceiling. I saw Petra and Erika rolling around on the bed, twitching, gasping and screaming, slapping each other's faces, biting their soft tissues and slurping down their body's effusions. Was that real or did I dream it? I wanted to have sex with my sweetie for the whole night and I was probably thinking more about caresses than about a fight. I was breathing harder and my heart was pounding. How great that had been! I still had my eyes closed, but I noticed that Petra was getting closer. "You're awake, love." She kissed me on the mouth with a tenderness that I wouldn't have believed her capable of last night. I returned the kiss with the same devotion. Then I opened my eyes and looked straight into hers. These eyes! It glows amber-colored, a finger's width above mine. These eyes shimmered deep like the sea from which amber comes. It was over for me...
“Did you like it, love” she whispered. I swallowed and breathed, “Yes, darling, that was beautiful, beautiful, abysmal” and then I sank back into her eyes, which were still shining in front of me.
“So her name is Angie, your little bride,” she tore me out of my dreams. “Did I babble in my sleep?” I asked in shock. “Not in my sleep, but during my orgasm.” I sat up embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. “Don’t worry, what you say during orgasm and under torture is irrelevant. Besides, I knew they existed."
She knelt next to me “I really enjoyed our night, Erika. That was one of the greatest nights I had…” “With a woman?” “Absolutely” “Do you also fuck men?” “Sure” “Me too” The topic was over. I wrapped my arm around her neck and kissed her, civilly.
“I’ll make us coffee,” she smiled. “You can take a shower in the meantime.” “Then I’ll lose your scent.”
“Then just let it be. What will Angie say?”
When I came into the kitchen, freshly showered, Petra was standing at the window, she had only put on a pair of panties. I came behind her, put my head on her neck and caressed her breasts and nipples. With my other hand I went into her panties and let my index finger slide through her crack. Then I withdrew my hand and smelled her scent on my finger. I put it in my mouth and cleaned it thoroughly with my tongue. “That was breakfast” She laughed “You child!”
After a coffee I stood in front of Petra. “Love, I have to go now. I'm sad"
"Sad? Wasn't it nice?" "It was wonderful, but too short!" "Well, you can always extend it," she giggled.
“I think Angie will be back by now.” “Angie..!” Petra let the name melt on her tongue like a piece of chocolate. “A beautiful name… Angelica, the angelic one.”
“I’ll drive you home. So you can't socialize on a Sunday. Look at you: white leggings that are dry again but have a massive piss stain on them and a top with half of your breasts sticking out of the bottom. Darling, I won't let you go like this. You look like a floozy from the slaughterhouse area." "I don't know if it's a good idea to drive me home... My car is still at Ines's." "I got it. Then I'll drive you to Ines. Or better yet, close so you don’t get into any problems.” “Thanks, yes, that’s nice.”
Petra drove a new, or at least very well-maintained, large BMW in which I immediately sank into the upholstery and felt comfortable. I had them stop a few corners in front of Ines’ house. She turned off the engine and looked at me. “Was that it with us?” “How do you see it?” I asked back. “I would like to see you again” she whispered and came closer “For a coffee!?” She looked into my eyes “Blue! Blue eyes, Oh heavenly star, but they like to pousse!" "Well, that's fitting," I laughed, trying to relax the situation a little. "You see, that's why I ordered brown ones." "Amber colors," I corrected, "and the most beautiful amber I've ever seen and that won't let me go," I whispered with my eyes closed. Her lips touched mine and her tongue found mine. A shiver ran down my back.
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