Sex life in our flat

It was an animal-wild time. We heated up each other so synonymous still. No one knew exactly where the stuff came from, but we had it. The green, later the pink dyed round things, vodka, and when it went out quite well, sometimes a Scottish oak barrel. Tayo, our African “medicine man,” he managed the indefinable dark green herb. Melanie, our long-legged “Sociotuss”, with such study names, we told each other, came one Friday evening even with these mushrooms.

Today, I often wonder how we had survived all this. Daniel, a “mafia prosecutor”, was mostly upset right up to his examinations, which he nevertheless always held with bravura. And then there was Sarah, our second “nurse”, who had not yet decided for a direction: up, down, inside or outside in her future patients. Federico, our Italian “counterfeiter”, was responsible for the right ambience, the locations that were ours at night.
We all fell into the same intoxication: to enjoy what was possible, to break boundaries far beyond the possible, not to let a minute of the precious leisure without a dashed satisfaction and party-feeling.

For us, it was at that time a never-ending feeling of our hot senses.

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When Tayo held his nose in the air, as at the breakfast, everyone was immediately awake, even if the night was still rushing through the veins. Tayo had a perfidious sense of smell, apparently particularly sensitive to the essentials, when he announced with trembling nostrils: “Brodelt in pussy Muschi’s pussy still ejaculate from this Italian Cosa Nostra Bandit Federico!”

Bright shrieks from the women, thighs in the men! These were precisely these slippery details that could free our nebulized heads in the morning. Pussy herself was our most wanted hardcore roommate.
For me a new puzzle every time, was she really the unsuspecting land mocking or did she fool us all the time? Her Hentairöckchen concealed her only inadequately her smooth-shaven cunt, into which she had just before two eyes with innocent giant Kulleraugen two fingers: “Bitte Verzeihung! Pussy believe, Spema come from Tayo senpai herself personally. Tasted for fish and Tayo-senpai as the only gestured fish! “, Then came from her quite well, with exactly the two said fingers deep in her mouth.

Our laughter did not end. Slowly the last had grown so slow.

Pussy pussy is actually called Aoko Kiyoshi Hosogaya, but who can say that, let alone, remember? Tayo’s family name, which is on the bottom of the mailbox, does not know anyone here. I remembered darkly that it had to be something with four “s” and four “t”.

About two months ago, our journalist Brian was surprisingly returned to the US, leaving a room in our seven-floor flat. “What about this Japanese woman? How are three Germans here and should we internationalize our WG? “Melanie, as so often, had to give her socio-psychic vein free run.

“Si, si! His love these chinks! He also has pussy so wild crosswise, right? “Federico is after me the biggest pig here in the flat. But we soon agreed that with the unspeakable name it had to be. I should call her, and that despite the indelible image of a cross-pussy in my head.

Her name got exactly at the moment when we could all hear loudly in front of the loudspeaker of our phone, “Moshi moshi!”.

To this day, I have not figured out whether her statements were correct, whether she had thought it all up, or just a trick to live her innermost impulses once without impunity. It has not been possible to have a completely fictitious scenario worked out, so innocent and inexperienced.

“I live in small village on island Hokkaido. Everything is still there. Must there also the immense what the männa say. Is so Tladition and so do all sloppy so! “, We got as an introduction to our request to tell something from their lives. For our Obermacho Daniel, this was of course a found topic: “What? You mean, in your village the men have the say and the women have to dance to their pipe? “

“That’s Daniel-senpai! Man say, then make flau. Always after the whistle of a man, so Tladition! “, It came from her very convincing. Federico was also sounded: “Pussy, everything? Does woman then do everything the man tells her? Senza eccezione, without exception? “

Was that really a disbelieving glance from her or just a good acting?

“I beg your pardon, Federico senpai. I’d say, never an exception, I’ll do it all! “Daniel gave me a memorable look. Sure, lawyer! He probably thought of a cross-examination with a demonstration of the untruthfulness of a witness. We had always had a tendency towards the sexist, when he then demanded victoriously: “Then go ahead, pussy pussy, blow me one! Here and immediately! “

A little uncertain was her look already: “Daniel-senpai want blow job of pussy pussy?”

If that were correct with the obedience, a violent nod should be enough to appear in Daniel’s head.

Bad luck. The witness is 100 percent believable! Even our two other women looked slightly irritated as she unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down the underpants, and then, without hesitation, led his surprise into the mouth.

This became the starting point of our restless and unbridled sex life in our flat. Pussy pussy was passed from tail to tail and each morning again had to be clear about where in the bed she had actually woken up. We did not find them all so sexy. She was small, like many Japanese women, but too strong for her size. All ethnic insults may be forgiven me, but we saw it now times so. Her slightly crooked and short legs were also not really tingling and her tits so settled in the area of a twelve-year-old. Her head was too round, her hair too short! So she was never a really sharp bride. The only thing that suited her was her oversized dark brown eyes, which really reminded one of these manga figures. But we would do all this better. You could finally polish her up!

A really horny hentai outfit was announced!

Hentai porn on the Internet is an interesting matter to find such clothes then still in onlineshops, another. They were prescribed suspenders with white netting and ruffled edges under a dark blue wrinkle drying skirt. A panty was rejected by us men in the evening vote as “too stressful”. Then it should be pink sneakers, and so their tits could be brought into shape, a proper brace under a transparent white blouse, nabby-free tied naturally. So she looked more authentic and exciting. Pussy pussy got the instruction to move exclusively in this outfit in our house.

I never thought that Tayo would be the first with consciences. But pussy pussy swept all the doubts, even those of our other two women aside: “Is the glottiest filling for flau when they can make men happy. Please do not take away my glorious luck! “

Other concerns of the women flew quite quickly, after Sarah was the first to come: “Pussy pussy, you leckst now superschön Sarahs pussy. But your tongue beautifully reinstecken and her bud sip properly. Immediately! “Sarah’s defense was only weak when Muschi’s head had disappeared under her skirt three seconds later. Melanie giggled around silently for a long time, but got really red bitches through her tongue. Her wide-eyed eyes came later, actually exactly at the time, when Federico sunk his cock at the same time into Muschis.

Commune one, Uschi Obermaier, Langhans, always belonged to Melanie as the forerunner of the sexual revolution. For us this was only a name from the dark ages. After the first internet searches about the conditions at the time, our verdict was devastating: “All baby packs, compared to what we carry out here!”
The sexual human being as such was liberated from us. Not that Sarah and Melanie were principally prudish, we had already had them all before. It would be that remaining remnant of the petty bourgeoisie, as Daniel assured us credibly, which we should throw. And we all loved him! Our women also saw some advantages in their last inhibitions at our Ménage-à-sept.

It was the seven months of our lives, which were to burn out indelibly with us all.

After pussy pussy had provided for her first “free time” in the Mangakostüm for great attention, we wanted to be in her nothing. As directed at an unknown goal, swearing and surpassing each other, we slowly and inexorably changed our outfit, then our appearance.

If it was first simple black lipstick with Melanie and mother-of-pearl with Sarah, they soon experimented with hairbrands, piercings and very tight skirts. Pussy pussy got her third manga outfit and Melanie and Sarah the ultimate hot style advice by our comic-driving art student Federico. We men greeted admiring glances when we dressed them in the evening in our Al Capone suits, with vest, silk bindings and leggings in the dance palace to our reserved lounge. Green and pink pills, black-green herb and Johnnie Walker Green Label, everything was taken care of!