Only wanting to get rid of this piece of red fabric which served her bra

only wanting to get rid of this piece of red fabric which served her bra

The living room, very well lit – contrasting with the darkness that had accompanied me to my home – gave it a certain innocent charm, a beauty that I found only in those of the elderly, did not have the air disturbed by any development. Between that moment and the moment I was going to think he was moving to another room, the neighbor invited me to sit down and tell me he was going to get his wife, and at that moment everything seemed like Naturally agreed when I remained standing in the middle of the room where a slight perfume floated when, on the floor, behind me, were heard the footsteps of a gentleman accompanied by those of a pair of clappers, probably those of his wife.

I did not immediately understand what I was, what scene – perhaps the most unexpected of my life – I lived, when I was, while continuing to see, without looking, what adorned the living room , to return for, on the neighboring couple, laid eyes. My brain sent to my mind the idea that everything was normal, that I was still waiting for this piece of furniture to move, while my eyes scanned the neighbor’s wife, and it took me a few seconds to realize, thanks to the words that had just been pronounced by her husband, as if they had been the catalyst for a new element, totally sudden and unimaginable, that my brain treated in the second, immediately updating my mind by sending him the latest information as soon as the last syllable escaped from my neighbor’s mouth.

– I would like you to fuck my wife. He had said.
His well-coiffed hair, which came down to his shoulders, overflowed slightly on his shoulder blades and the base of his neck, were blond, and he looked great with his dark blue eyes, seeming in fact black with the strong light of the room . Her eyebrows and nose were fine, clinging perfectly to her silky face, as if they had been made only for that face, and wearing a clear lipstick mingling with the natural color of her shiny lips on which she had probably ironed her tongue, or that of her husband (which did not slow down my nascent desire). She had a dress – with flower-like patterns as her motif, but with a particularly long stalk running around her, as if she wanted to hug him – which reached her over her knees.

Her calves, a little “wrapped” putting it all the same well value, used, as with all human beings, bases her thighs that I guessed superb and, as she was an ounce profile, her buttocks bulging, with her dress, drawing her flat back, formed a sudden curve, seductive and regular, with a cloth belt overlaid on her garment.

I was not sure I had heard well and apologized stupidly, saying he did not understand. His wife was coming towards me, and like her husband, doing the same, but on the side, as if both of them wanted to prevent me from going away by taking all the space of the room, I recoiled slowly so to find myself, without my knowing it, near the sofa. She was in front of me, her smile, not the one that a woman in love addresses to the one she loves, was full of this sensual bestiality. He repeated what he had said a few seconds ago but in another vocabulary, telling me that he would like to even “make love” to his wife. The latter, as he told me these words as if he were putting them in my ear, put his hands on his shoulders and took off his dress on both sides, which slipped to his hips – the fabric seeming to take advantage of this moment to caressed it entirely.
Her breasts, which I had – not strangely, but simply because the scene had been faster than that of the understanding of my brain – forgotten, appeared to me particularly fleshy, only wanting to get rid of this piece of red fabric which served her bra, and making them terribly sexy, just like my sex that I began to feel cramped in my boxer.

While the husband took full sandstone on a solitary chair located near a corner of the room, his wife pushed me tenderly (the tip of each of his ten fingers of his hands seeming so light met my chest) to m to sit at the end of the sofa whose color I do not yet know; and even if it was absolutely necessary to make me say it I will qualify this furniture of red so much the color of its bra appeared to me to be that of all that surrounded us.
She had one knee on the couch (the shinbone on the cold leather) and the other leg still on the floor, her hands, at the level of my shoulders, rubbed the same material as her tibia flattened. His chest still trapped in front of my face, my eyes fell between her breasts had not made me see the husband.

She has already had stories with boys that have lasted

she has already had stories with boys that have lasted

Why do I say that Marion is one of my passions? Because I love it, simply! Between twins, we are really fusional. We say everything, we tell everything, we are very complicit, in short, I would not see myself living without it, and just thinking about it gives me goose bumps!
Physically, I am rather ordinary: brown, short hair, brown eyes, slender figure, I measure 1.70m.

Marion, it’s all the opposite: a pretty brunette with long curly hair, pleasant shapes to look at, especially her buttocks that seem to please the men because there are many boys who look at them, and the volcanic temperament. This character, she inherited it from my mother.

With girls, I have a little success. I already had girlfriends in high school and college, but nothing serious. When I say “serious”, I mean that I have never acted, if you know where I am coming from. On the other hand, my right hand is my best friend, and that, for a long time!

As for Marion, she has already had stories with boys that have lasted, but I do not know if she has already offered her virginity to one of them. We say everything, it’s true, and it happens to talk about ass, but this question, I never dared to ask him. Why ? I do not know, maybe because I do not want her to learn that I have never done anything.
In short, now that the main characters in this story are planted, let’s get down to business.

This summer, my parents decided to go on holiday in Spain. My mother has always dreamed of visiting Andalusia and, as she will be fifty years old this year, my father decided to make a mark by taking us there as a camper.

We love this means of transport, since we have been using it for years, and it was with this motorhome that we spent most of our best vacation. This is an old bunker that is over twenty years old and is struggling to exceed one hundred kilometers, but we love it, and it’s part of the family!

In short, at this beginning, it’s at 6am that we leave Brest, Andalusia, my father driving, and my mother co-driver. As for Marion and I, we sleep just above them, in the nasturtium of the camper. At this time, it is still cool, so we are bundled up in our down.

For my part, I wear only a boxer. Marion has a T-shirt, and just a little panties. Her long curly hair is undone, and marry the shape of the pillow on which her head is placed. How do I know? Okay, I admit, sometimes I quietly mate it, and I did it again this morning as she took off her pajama bottoms before slipping into her down. Did she see me? Chances are, but it does not seem to have bothered him. After all, who tells me she did not do that?

So we spend the day on the road, Marion and I still in our perch, and we spend our time reading, chatting, and laughing together. Our parents just have to raise their voices to discuss with us but, given the sound of this old tub, it’s quite complicated. Obviously, during the first stop, Marion and I were able to put on a more decent outfit, and I took the opportunity, in passing, to check his pretty buttocks.

In short, now she is wearing a mini-shorts over her panties, but I have a doubt, she wears a bra under his shirt? I’m not sure. In any case, she is beautiful to fall, as usual, and I am sure that many Spaniards will rinse their eyes by seeing it in a few hours. I know it’s my sister and I should not say such things but, at the same time, tell the truth, that’s what our parents always taught us!

In the evening, we stop in Agen, in a small municipal campsite. My father is exhausted by this day on the road, and I understand it. So, he decides to sleep here tonight, and to leave early tomorrow morning.

Since he knows that Marion and I are marmots, he even tells us that if he and my mother are waking up early while we are still sleeping, they will leave early. Marion and I are overjoyed because we love it when our father does it: do not wait until we wake up and hit the road again. Sleeping while knowing that we are on the road of the holidays, it is something that is really kiffant!

After sweating all day in this tub, I decided to go take a shower in the sanitary of the campsite. So I take off my shirt, grab a clean and a boxer, and my towel, my toilet bag and hop, direction showers.

-Wait, Marion asks me, I’m going to take a shower too.

Immediately, she will lock herself in the toilets of the motorhome and come out two minutes later.

I would not know who to do the dirty panties

I would not know who to do the dirty panties

I had never really watched my aunt nor ever fantasized about her until the day or going to take a shower after a particularly hot and muggy night, I found on the bathroom floor one of her panties. I took it to the basket of dirty clothes when I noticed that it was all soiled with a mix probably wet and sperm.

I imagined then Christelle returning from a drenched evening, the cum flowing between her thighs, swinging her panties in the bathroom before going to throw herself in bed. I could not help sniffing her and I was seized with a violent erection. I began to masturbate while watching the task of cum mixed with sperm and making images of my aunt being filed like a slut. I was about to empty my balls on the panties when we knocked on the door. “Is it soon free? I really want to pee!

I hesitated between finishing my masturbation but I would not know who to do the dirty panties. I said, “I was going to shower, but wait, I’m going to open.” I put a towel around my waist to hide my cock and opened the door. Christelle came in, her face flushed, her eyes encircled. She wore an absolutely erotic nightie, aged with holes. It gave him a look of slut, a bit old slut. She threw herself on the bowl to relieve herself.

I turned my head to not look but the sound of the violent jet against the porcelain toilet only accentuated my erection. At the moment, I found it very strange to be excited by a sound of urine. I heard the last streams falling in the water and the sound of the paper unfolding. While she pissed, Christelle asked me things banal, if I had slept well, if my room was comfortable … Then her tone changed and she apologized for letting her pants drag on the floor. I do not know if at that moment she understood that I had noticed the tasks on this one. I turned around when I realized that she had gotten up from the toilet.

She gave an insistent glance at my belly, she could not fail to see my cock bandaged under the towel. She then made me eyes full of perversion and a mutinous smile then she came out of the bathroom. She had forgotten to flush the toilet. In an incomprehensible impulse, I approached the bowl to feel his urine. I took the paper half submerged and I lapped by masturbating violently. The jets of cum joined my aunt’s piss and I shot the hunt and wondered what was happening to me.

From that moment, I no longer looked at my aunt as before. During the following day, I took every opportunity to ogle her. When she was sitting, I passed over her to watch her cleavage. As she never put a bra, I saw twice a breast and a nipple hardened. I waited feverishly she crosses or uncrossed her legs to hope to see his crotch.

In the afternoon, she was lying on a blanket reading, her skirt back and I enjoyed long minutes of her panties. It seemed to me that there was a small task at the vulva. I had to go back to the bathroom to masturbate again.

At the end of the afternoon, she told me that a couple of friends came to eat at her place. She went to get ready, take a shower and get dressed. When I saw her ready, I did not believe my eyes. She was literally dressed like a whore. She had an outrageous makeup, a leather mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, a very short top that barely hid her breasts. It was enough that she bends to see her red panties lace.

His friends arrived. Myriam was a little blonde with short hair, a frail body, dressed in tight cotton shorts that showed the marks of her labia and the line of her ass. She really did not have a lot of breasts, and even though she was my aunt’s age, it looked like a young boy if there was not such ostentatious display of her genitals through the cotton. She kissed me and said I was cute.

Her husband shook me a firm hand telling me that I was lucky to be on vacation under the roof of Christelle. When he said hello to my aunt, I thought I saw him pass a hand in the ass while saying something in his ear. The meal went off in some way but as the bottles of wine emptied, the two women took poses increasingly shameless.

Myriam stood lasciviously on a long armchair, legs apart and her shorts let appear her panties on one side. Christelle swallowed glass on glass and had without noticing it reassembled her skirt in a pornographic posture. But it was mostly Myriam’s t-shirt that was shining

Something very hot to land on my cock

something very hot to land on my cock

It took only a quarter of an hour drive to reach this beautiful home. An old farmhouse with a large green space in front of this stone house.
Camille makes me visit all this huge house. We start with the entrance which gives on the stay and the American kitchen. You can see a huge garden and a swimming pool through the bay window.

We go upstairs and she showed me around the bathroom and the various rooms all works except for one that is similar to a suite with a shower room that is attached to it, it is without doubt the room of his parents.
“We will sleep here,” she says.
_Yes, I think we have no choice! In war as in war.

We went back downstairs to eat and talk. Time has passed very quickly. It’s already late and we decided to go to bed.
In the room there was a big flat screen. Camille starts it then zaps from chain to chain without stumbling on something really interesting. She starts the dvd player that offers to resume reading where she was and that is what Camille does.
At the first image, we both burst out laughing.
_My parents watch porn ?! loose Camille
_It seems that yes…

Camille is a little shocked, even embarrassed. I see him by the way his cheeks start to blush. But we laugh at first. Strangely, Camille does not let go of the remote and let the TV on and it does not bother me more than that. On the screen, we see two young women. One seems to be the secretary and the other her boss. The boss requires some things from the secretary like to give her a treat because she has misplaced an important file.

I had never watched porn in my life. Even less porn with lesbian scenes. Besides, I say that I am not lesbian. But the vision of his two women who do things and seem to take pleasure makes me question. I do not know why but it does not make me feel uncomfortable. A sensation of heat invades me the lower belly. I even want to caress me. I do not feel like the only one. I notice Camille make small movements with his pelvis eyes always taped on the TV.

She looks at me and says, “I’m sorry but I will not be able to restrain myself.” She gets up, takes off her pants and her top. I see it in undress, in front of me, bra and thong. I had already seen in undress. But here in this context I admit to being somewhat disturbed. I find it beautiful. His skin looks very soft and satiny. Her buttocks are incredibly shapely and really well highlighted in this little black thong. She sits down on the edge of the bed.

_I do not know about you but me it makes me want to masturbate. Not you?
_Euh …
I am somewhat embarrassed. My cheeks begin to heat (I must blush at sight). My breath is changing. I do not know what to do. Am I doing it too? It does not make weird two girlfriends masturbate on the same bed in front of a porn movie?
Apparently it does not bother Camille who began to touch himself by rubbing his right hand through his thong.
_Mmmmh, it’s good. Lance does.

I decide to start. I slip a hand under my skirt and begins to imitate me stroking through my pants. I do everything like her. I make small circles with my fingers on my clit that I feel stiffen.
_Dress you, you’ll see it changes everything.
I decide to follow his advice. I take off my skirt and my top. I’m taking off my bra. I get back on the bed and lie on my back. I resume my movements. Before getting back on the bed, I realized that Camille had moved up a gear. The palm of his hand rubbed his ciltoris, his index finger spread his thong so that his middle finger began to penetrate. To finally remove it so as not to be embarrassed.

I too do the same. I hear the breath of Camille change and cut short moans. Almost in stereo with my moans, we masturbate in unison.
I start to escape. I’m starting to take pleasure. I feel the bed move and I can not hear the groans of Camille. Then I feel two hands rest on my thighs, hair stroking my legs. Thousands of shivers run through my body. One of Camille’s hands grabbed my masturbating hand to spread it and I feel something very hot to land on my cock.

_But what are you doing?
_Do not worry. Enjoy!
I am not lesbian. I never thought about making love with another woman. But here I was hot like embers. I do not know if Camille was planning his move or not. But I could not refuse what she was starting to do to me.

The enormous sex of which each of the three partners felt the palpitations

the enormous sex of which each of the three partners felt the palpitations

The vagina of the young woman distended by the pal always deeply stuck in it, dripping with pleasure, and whitish nets were flowing on the rod of his partner. Maybe that’s why the executioner behind her did not think it was necessary to lubricate her scepter.

He got up suddenly and rested on his feet, thighs half bent, and with his hand pointed his dart at the entrance to the coveted well, which was offered to him as a provocative but willing offering.

No doubt he also thought that the one who was going to welcome him was sufficiently excited, or was it agreed in advance. Still, he did not give him any preliminary.
The gesture sure and accurate, the man firmly applied his penis against the anus of his partner who gave a little start, and stopped for a moment, firmly holding a hand, his penis pointed at his target.

He seemed focused like a bungee jumper before he jumped into the void. We could see on his face, that he savored this brief moment when his immobile partners watched or feared his invasion with infinite and enjoyable attention. He was the master of their destiny. He alone was going to decide … .. The tension was palpable. We held our breath.

Then, he weighed his whole body lightly on the ring, which at first sank slightly, but seemed to rebel and deny him access. Then we saw the muscles of the man stretching as he accentuated the pressure. His cock flexed even slightly, under pressure from his owner.
When suddenly the ring of flesh gave way, we saw brutally disappearing the glans in the depths of the young woman.

But instantly, the ring had tightened behind him, trapping the glans at its base, where the penis is starting to thicken. The man paused to savor his first victory, and released his thrust.

Then, after a short moment, he began to force a slow, steady and inevitable penetration. This did not end until her sex was completely engulfed in this generous gluteus to the hilt, her pubis crushing the buttocks of his partner. He remained motionless, welded, conquering conqueror, savoring the superiority of his posture with a satisfied little smile.

The woman had jumped and uttered a little cry of surprise or pain during the first assault, but now seemed to delight in the slow progress of this monstrous sex that deliciously tore his anus, and invaded his stomach little by little. We had followed with emotion the slow disappearance of this column of flesh, millimeter by millimeter in the entrails of the woman.

Virginie and I, followers of sodomy, watching the inevitable burst of pain when the pile of flesh defends the guts of the libertine. But nothing but a sigh of happiness disturbed the end of this fantastic invasion.
We had held our breath, so much was the scene.

Virginia’s hands were clutching my shoulders as she tiptoed to not lose a crumb of this spectacle of such beauty. She bit her lip as the pile of flesh rushed into the foundation, and her body shuddered.

The man who was lying under him, remained motionless and attentive during the time of penetration. First of all to savor each millimeter of the slow penetration, then the total intromission of the enormous sex of which each of the three partners felt the palpitations.

At first strangely silent and complicit, the strange trio came to life little by little. In the dim light, we could see the two tense sexes rushing alternately into the belly of the young woman, the distendant and showing glistening juices that dripped along the sex and thighs of the lover who was below. The rhythm was clocked like a well-tuned machine. When one entered, the other came out.

From time to time, one could hear the dry crack of the testicles of the man above that hit the buttocks of his partner with violence. The bodies began to sweat under this animated ballet, and to glow in the dim light. The beatings became more violent without however the rate increased. We felt that this hammering was to generate waves of pleasure to the three partners. No screams, no slaps on the buttocks, no erotic insults. We were in another dimension, that of control and restraint. And the well-oiled mechanics took a cruising pace, like the pistons of a powerful diesel engine.

If the men remained silent in their work, the woman on the other hand began to show obvious signs of the rise of her pleasure. His groan, or rather slap, is hard to describe. And yet, I would never forget that kind of noble, pure, authentic lament that rose.

Entwined couples danced on the track

Entwined couples danced on the track

For our first swinger experience, we chose a club away from home, discretion required, and well rated by those who had attended. We had booked our evening following the formula “dinner + club”, which allowed us to arrive at the opening of the establishment, to be able to recognize the places, and take our marks before being caught in whirlpools that I feared uncontrollable, and perhaps destructive … .in an inevitable and definitive way.
We had long exchanged beforehand on signs of connivance, codes, so as to stop a crazy machine which we would lose control. Despite this, neither was really reassured, yet an irresistible force led us to our new destiny, but it must be said with some excitement.

In the evening, dressed in a provocative outfit, one as the other, we went to our new destiny.
The club was opulent, healthy, bright, equipped with a festive lighting bar, and we were quickly conquered by the place. The welcome was friendly, even corporate, and I would say even family. The amenities of nature to satisfy the most demanding, salons, dance floor, giant screens, lively music, saunas, swimming pools, and of course, many cuddly corners of the medieval genre, with thick doors studded and wrought iron, skylights to watch the frolics of couples, salons, green plants, …. a corner of paradise on earth, far from the hectic life of everyday life. The immersion was total, and the dice were thrown.

The meal was taken upstairs in another wing of the establishment which was also a hotel-restaurant. All the happy libertines were installed at a large communal table arranged in a circle, and the patron of the establishment joined us. The meal was held in an atmosphere of frank camaraderie, slightly tinged with eroticism. Everyone had a quick chat. The excellence of the wine helped to lift the conventions and the inhibitions, and the gastronomic meal proved to be of high quality, light and very digestible.
Of course, another facet of the evening was going to start, and it was not conceivable to be curbed by stomach heaviness. Everything had been carefully calculated. The show would start soon.

The dessert consumed, we went down to the bar, where the meal time, new couples had settled on high stools. The musical atmosphere had gone up a degree, people were laughing, and conversing freely from table to table. Entwined couples danced on the track. The atmosphere was mesmerizing, intoxicating, erotic, contagious, burning.
The girls’ light and provocative outfits, the men’s dressy but casual outfits in this festive atmosphere made the atmosphere surreal. We were in a dream.
I got out of my high stool, and took Virginia at the waist to tighten against me, then take her ass with both hands. She ran against me, smiling, happy, excited, and consenting. Then we took a few dance steps that were more like an exciting and provocative body-to-body. We were alone in the world, or rather in paradise.
I felt open, and my hand slipped into her thighs confirmed the excitement I had seen. Soaked, she was ripe to continue the adventure.

Suddenly a rather young man, distinguished, rose from a high stool, and walked slowly towards us. Smiling, in a low voice, he complimented Virginie for her outfit, caressingly caressing a breast on the back of her hand. Then he whispered in his ear:
– “you are beautiful….”
Abruptly released from her lethargy, and disarmed by the speed of the proposal, Virginie stammered a
– “No thanks ……… a little later”.
The man, of good education, did not insist further, withdrew his exploratory hand, excused himself as a perfect gentleman, and walked away with an understanding smile.
No doubt looking for another consenting victim.

We then went to the sauna, and we were stripped before taking a shower. The swimming pool next door stretched out, with its blue water, the colorful spots, and its small lapping. We slipped naked in the water with delight and delight, teased by an irresistible desire to make love there, right now, in the water, like animals, without any restraint.
Unfortunately, the posters warned users that any form of touching was prohibited in the pool. It was very beautiful…. However, it overlooked several cuddly corners that were starting to come alive. The indiscretion was too tempting, and we discreetly circled the pool still in the water, skirting the edge, pausing when we were above an interesting hug. The scenes of libertinage that we overes tenfold still our excitement that I believed for a long time was.

Her brown skin

her brown skin

It is this boy, there, that I can observe from behind, sitting 2 benches in front on the right, with his charcoal black curly mop and her brown skin, typically Maghrebian where Arabic, I do not know, but this skin pushes me to imagine things the craziest.

It makes me want to touch him, caress him and then tickling him and biting his skin and then ….

I do not count my nights busy masturbating frantically thinking about him or he overhangs me with his good shoulders
and his desert man’s muscles, thinking back to his body odor that I will never forget and that I’ll never be sick of.

I remember that on a summer day in chemistry class, sitting next to him, I breathed the smell of his sweat,
which allowed me to imagine a little more sensations that I would have if I could lie down on him and snuggle against his chest.

– In short I go astray, I have to go to gym, for once that I have not forgotten to take my outfit.

“Still on the verge of being late Nathan, but what are you doing between the class? Says Mr. Hilbert, my gym teacher.
-Your local is just right down and the others arrive on time …
-No, I … I was in the bathroom what … (I used to masturbate after most of the classes I had with Amir)
-Good, file in the locker room change you, the others are still there and the course will begin. ”

I then enter the locker room and I see most other boys actually changed or in shirtless ….

There is really no place on the benches to change me so I decided to go to where it is still possible.

I realize that I’m surrounded by a guy I do not know and on the other side here is Amir in underwear.
He has not seen me yet, too busy looking for something in his bag, leaning towards it in a slip a little too … squeezing.

I can not help but glance furtively at this well-baptized body, her hairy legs but not too much,
going through his nice and dry belly to his imposing torso, while trying to change me without delay.

(He gives me an amused look)

“Shit, I think he spotted me.” “Well, I act as if nothing had happened and I put on these shoes.” “Why this smile … strange from him?”
“It troubles me, we’re friends for a few years but we never really talk, then he does not smile often, so why …

Now the 2 hours of gym have just ended.

-We are sweaty and we are good for showering, something I hate to do in school …

“But hey, do not you go for a disgusting, then the other asshole of Kevin is not here today to break them
in the showers and still humiliate me …
Fuck yourself to those who say that self-confidence is a choice, it’s bullshit. ” (For the record, I am small enough for my 17 years and I do not have a very imposing physical constitution, this must contribute to the lack of confidence that I have in me)

Mr. Hilbert: “I need 3 strong fellows before returning to the locker room to store the equipment, and I see that almost all have already left …
Amir, Maxime and Nathan, come on!
“Hell, I’m still going to miss my bus, but hey, Hilbert is asking for it after all …”
You will probably be the last and I must leave, I leave you the keys to close the locker room! ”

Back in the locker room so I start to undress and take out my towel …
Maxime seems to have disappeared, he was fast.
Stay Amir.

Once naked, I roll my towel around my hip to enter the showers, for the sake of modesty.

“I know that Amir never takes showers.”

Well, that’s what I thought, until he came in while I was cleaning my long hair with shampoo.

I did not see him from the beginning, back to the front door, nor heard him because of the sound of the water.

He had a view of my buttocks.

It was when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder that I turned around and made myself naked.
I was terribly embarrassed and I hid my sex reflex with great speed.
I hardly dared to look him in the eyes.
He did not look more embarrassed than that.

Then ensued a silence, where our naked bodies, his rather muscular and well-traced North-African pattern, were frozen one before the other.
(What bothered me the most was the sight of his big cock that he let hang in front of me without too many genes,
his pink tassel coming out even halfway …)

The silence was even heavier when the water stopped flowing.

Always in the same situation, I tried to articulate, to formulate something.


As much as sex calls sex

As much as sex calls sex

First step: the restaurant.
It was perfect, few people (3 day weekend), isolated at our table, talking about things and others, our projects and our fears too. The meal ended here we are in the car, smiling, I had hope that the evening is good and we find what we came to look for.

I admit that the idea of ​​meeting a couple faded a little, telling me that in a party like this, the majority of couples on the spot should seek not another couple but another man. So why not us.

Arrived at the club, after a kiss to our friend club owner, we enter the room. Quick overview: guys alone actually more or less beautiful, the trend is mostly at least beautiful. Couples present too, unfortunately for us, they are also far from being to our taste.
The only cute and young couples will be, we will see later, already accompanied; an appointment made already before. Crap !

Come on, it does not matter, we are only in the early evening after all. Head to the bar, cocktail house, let’s go smoke a cigarette by clinking to us. Outside the patio we meet a nice couple, both physically and socially. But that will not go further.

After drinking our glass, we decide to dance to the rhythm of the music that the DJ is in an amateur style rather than professional. Our bodies are undulating, we are raising our body heat one and the other. No keys on the horizon. My head scrutinizes the bodies, the couples around us and also the men alone. And really it’s not folichon.

I have pain. Your remark was relevant: “It’s going to be very hard tonight! You amaze me, galley even.
I spend a big part of the evening, where we chained glasses, dance and approach more or less fruitful. The decision was made naturally, it will be with a guy alone tonight.

I had spotted a guy with a white shirt and another rather shy, since I had seen that since the beginning of the evening, he followed us from afar, without ever daring to approach us. But his little carousel, I had spotted.

M started dancing like a goddess, hanging on the bar, I saw the faces of each other alternated with the rhythm of her buttocks, even a woman of about 50 years did not hesitate to come caressing them, and kiss them. While a 60-year-old was also trying to touch his thigh. He seemed to particularly appreciate the dance, his approach did not please me at all.

Especially since he often returned to the charge; especially when M was in the cage, where a woman whose body was handsome but not head at all, danced with you in a sensual way and stuck tight. The more he approached her the more it debuted me, to the point where I kindly told her, that M would be absolutely not interested, and that she was my wife and that I was not interested either.

I remember his answer: “ok, I look then” “yes that you can”, he left 30 seconds later, leaving her alone with her conquest of the moment. Unfortunately, two points bothered me, the beauty of this woman is inversely proportional to the light on the cage and his man did not please me at all; A kind of big balèze, too sure of himself and whose facies told me that his cultivation rate should be as low as his belt.

So still not lucky in this evening. Change of tactics, M began to flirt with a guy who has him more on the spot. He opened his mouth and, above all, took a bit too much. At one point he even bent down and put his tongue straight into his buttocks.

As much as sex calls sex, but respect is also present and intelligence helps seduction, it was devoid of it. He, too, fired him. On the other hand I liked that M starts to flirt, to let speak its attractions, to galvanize by a desire to please and attract to her, the men of this evening.

Balance sheet: 0 everywhere.

This failure in the moment upset M, even exceeded, losing confidence because she thought she was pushing back guys. In fact we did not know the codes of this kind of evening, and I was convinced that I had to act as well. Kind of acceptance approach to the standard of the evening.

Cigarette in hand, glass in hand, in the patio I noticed our follower, and I know where I saw it.

Neither one nor two, I told M that I took things in hand, that it was the last and that if it did not work, then we would go home. She agreed, “I want to fuck,” she told me. Wow, I did not know her so hot and greedy.
So I approached our man, his look betrays his surprise, I lean towards him:
“Are not you on the X dating site? ”
“If you and you too”
“Have you ever seen us? “

She smiles, kisses me…

she smiles, kisses me…

She takes in hand my index and middle finger and poses on the top of her sex. I feel a big protuberance. She turns her fingers around and whispered to me:
-But like that darling, sweet, do not support. Yes like this. Continue it’s good.
I concentrate while straightening up and I’m trying to give him pleasure. I smell a strong smell that excites me to the highest point. She whispers:
-Yes continues like that darling, you will make me cum. I look back at Nadine’s face. Her head dodeline from right to left, her nostrils throb, she spreads her legs even more. Her chest is rising at full speed, she is in delirium.

-Yes ! Yes ! Oh yes darling! Continue like this !!! Ahhh! Ye! Yes!
And she begins to enjoy shouting, mouth wide open. Her pleasure lasts a long time, she takes my hand and stops my movement while closing her thighs violently. Eyes closed, she recovers gently while I caress her chest. Finally she opens her eyes, looks at me with love and attracts me to her. A long kiss unites us then:
-You made me enjoy a wonderful way my darling.
I have never been happier in my life, I believe.
Nadine turns to the bed next door, the couple is reproducing what we have done.
Irene’s nostrils pinched under the pleasure that René gives him. We hear his moans rising. Nadine looks, too.
I band for a long time already but I do not move, it’s beautiful a couple who gives himself pleasure.

Irene gasps, cries out:
-Yes ! Yes ! Faster !!! Yes! hh!
She almost screams. Enjoyment makes it backward, mouth wide open, looking for air.
Finally she calms down, tries to catch her breath, eyes closed. We say nothing, admiring.
Finally she opens her eyes, turns to Rene, kisses him and turns to us, looking exhausted. She smiles viciously, asks:
-So the voyeurs, you feasted?
Nadine responds;
-Yes, it was very beautiful. But you also looked at us no?
Irene agrees.

-It was very nice to see you enjoy it’s true.
Nadine turns her eyes towards my cock tight, she smiles, kisses me, slips into my ear:
-You have hoods?
I confirm, I took two hoods in the box that my brother gave me.
She smiles and says:
-We will make you a man.
We caress for a while then:
-You give me one?
I lean over and take a case in the pocket of my shorts. I give him.
She rips the envelope and unrolled the hood on my cock leaving a good space for sperm under the look of interested Rene and Irene. She lies down, spreads her legs, holds out her arms:
– Come on darling, I want your tail.
I come to put between his legs, my tail is agitated convulsive tremors under the intense desire that inhabits me. I lean on the forearms and approach my cock gaping and odorous sex. Nadine grabs her and approaches her pussy.
-Get it sweet darling, your cock is huge.

I present my tail, the glans gradually disappears between the lips that deviate under the push. Nadine breathes louder and louder, her eyes drowned with desire. I continue to sink slowly, I feel my cock compressed by the pussy that has never received such a member. She makes a small grin, murmurs:
-Yes, go slowly! Stopped ! Yes ! again ! Yes ! Oh yes, go on!
She has clenched hands on my back, nostrils quivering and eyes closed. She attracts me in her. Finally I’m deep down, I can not go further.
-Stop ! Do not move ! Let me get used!
She has trouble articulating. She opens her eyes, smiles at me and says:
-Go ahead ! Go now ! Make love to me darling. So I’m unleashing myself. I penetrate with great thrusts. Nadine undulates under me, writhing with pleasure. We hear obscene sucking noises caused by the abundant wetting. Every time I sink into the con soaked squirts get wet water balls and land on the sheet.
She enjoys very fast, shouting like crazy under my repeated assaults.
-Yes ! Yes ! Yes I’m coming ! I come ! I enjoy! you make me cum my darling! Ahhhhh!
She blocks me by blocking my back with her legs and tries to catch her breath. She painfully opens her eyes and smiles, pulls my face towards hers. We kiss.
-What foot my god! Ah yes then!
Turning her head towards the bed next door she smiled at Irene and Rene who feast on the show and then came back to me. She asks me :
-You did not enjoy?

I tell him no.
-Let me recover my darling.
She caresses my lower back, buttocks. Then:
-Vas there darling let me enjoy again.
Again I pumping her with great thrusts under the groans of Nadine.
-Ah yes ! Yes Sweety ! Go hard! Even stronger !

She was one of the most beautiful and amazing girls I knew

I fantasized about her for years … As I grew up and grew up, I promised myself that I would catch up with her and avenge her all those days when she did not spit in the direction She and I fantasized about her every time when I was doing a hand … Today I am 29 years old and have a very successful high-tech company and recently I got a secretary to work and to my surprise I discovered that a different Zola but two of the same amazing queen of the class who turned heads and arrested my soul every time, And I found out that she was divorced … Now I had the opportunity to remove all the frustration that had been stored over the years. .

I insisted on receiving the job interview alone, and although secretly I knew that her work had already caused her to wriggle and try to prove again and again why she got the job … What distinguishes her from other clerks
The interview also took place deliberately at a close time towards the closure of the office and was deliberately extended on purpose so that I could be with her alone …
I noticed that Shani does not recognize me at all because it has been several years since I was diagnosed with surgery and many hours at the gym. I am no longer the same geek boy she met in elementary school … but I could not forget her beautiful sweet face, And became an amazing woman, sexy and feminine …

I led her to the sitting area in the center of my office and sat down on the leather sofas so that I had a good view of her long, sexy legs. I offered her a soft drink and she politely declined. But I served the lemonade and placed it on the table beside a sweet biscuit. . After about two minutes, just when I put the employment form in front of me and she leaned forward a little to read the little details, the phone rang. I got up hastily and the lemonade pitcher poured all over Shani’s shirt … I was so embarrassed that I took a napkin and began to absorb the liquid Her chest … (I hope deep down she did not notice it Who dialed my cell phone to the office and deliberately pulled the map cunningly …)

As I took the lemonade from Shani’s shirt I noticed that she did not object to my touches and even thought she was enjoying herself in such a strange and unexpected way. I lifted my eyes from her shirt, which had now become semi-transparent, and a white sexy lace bra appeared beneath her and I met Shani’s cat’s eyes Half amused and half-horny from the situation created, with this look of hers as if I had received the OK to continue kissing her lips without a second thought with a mad passion that swept us both away …

I always started to undress her while building my plan in detailed stages in my sweet revenge … I always wanted to see her naked and the guys always laughed that one like me had no chance with someone like her … Oh, if they saw me now …
In a matter of minutes she was naked, scanning every inch and cm of her perfect body-her legs were long and smooth of the rare kind you see only on TV shows, her lining was flat and beautifully shaped as if drawn and her breasts were juicy apples that fit exactly the size of my hand, So nice to the touch, her neck was noble and long and gentle just inviting gentle and soft kisses … I held out my big hand and as I passed it along her body I remembered my fantasies as a child in all those fantasies I had imagined touching and delighting myself and now this really happens, I wanted to pinch Myself make sure it’s real …

In the past I always had fears of such embarrassing moments because I was always a geek as I mentioned but now I was waiting for this moment more than anything else-for the moment when I would expose him to her face and take that surprised look at the size of my penis.
“Wow, you’re well equipped, I’ve never seen such a big dick.” She had not finished the sentence, and I pushed him into her mouth as I held her head and did not let her back off even if she choked a little. .. I started to fuck her tight mouth when I imagine all those days she was laughing at me with her friends and I shout in my heart “whore, suck hard!”, Two did not retreat and continued to suck it madly and I enjoy every moment and every time Give it more deeply and more firmly into her mouth as I had planned in my masterpiece … – to take revenge on her until it hurts!
I pushed my two aggressively on the desk while tossing all things aside and without any unnecessary words I spread her legs and pushed my thick big dick hard into her warm wet pussy. She moaned and sighed with pain but I did not stop, I kept pumping it hard and fast and Every year in frustration I had unrealized fantasies from which I had inserted it and increased the strength, the power and the speed of my intrusions only more and more and with every intrusion there was another memory of lost nights and a few alone in my room.

Shani was exactly like I imagined – hot, sexy, passionate and pious, and according to her behavior I thought she really loved sex very much … I wonder if she would do it if she knew who I was thinking in my heart … and a smile came over my lips .. . I watched her turn moan with her eyes closed and I felt the excitement I had when I was a child and I passed by her … and it lit me even more.
Shani was already feeling numb when I decided I was going to the end and was going to do something more extreme …

I stood up and turned it over on the table, opened the drawer of the table, which was already ready, and took out a pair of metal handcuffs and held it to the sides of the table.
Shani was not deterred by the idea of ​​tying up … if she knew what was going on in my head now she was not so excited about the idea …
I took a feather, a whip and a blindfold out of the drawer, tied her eyes so that she could see nothing and was helpless. I began to move the quill on her body in soft, slow movements and she began to moan and I went down her back and down to her hips in a circular motion.