One lection part 4

Anal intercourse was up until now a possibility only in my thoughts durchgeschpielt possibility to have hot sex, although I could not really imagine, alone in this way an orgasm to get – my small dildo, I introduced myself now and then in the butt, if I lay on the bed in front of the mirror cabinet. I watched myself in the mirror, watched my physical reaction, felt it in my gut, rubbed my clit with the other hand and brought me to orgasm. It did not work out differently, but it still made me horny to see and feel it in my ass.

I do not know how it would be today, if Christian had not made it to me in a ruthless, pleasant way. It would have been quite different with him the first time with him and because of the “extent” I could have the fun of it once and for all.

Although I have become acquainted with all tail sizes and shapes, his tail is still today one of the “splendid pieces”, even if not the “beasts” with which I rarely make acquaintance – whereby I want to mention here When sex does not depend on the size, as men often mistakenly believe. Nothing is more for me a fuck with such a rare ‘real killer’ always a welcome change.

Christian’s cock was not only above average, it was also nice to look at me. This remained an important criterion for me – but I see it today with quite different eyes. But I do not want to anticipate too much here.

A long, not too thick tail, candle-straight, with a plump, beautifully shaped glans. A considerable piece, which should feel both in my mouth, as well as in my cunt and especially in my butt “extraordinarily” horny.

The first time I was completely immersed in my ass, he became a vicious torture instrument, and this part voluntarily into my ass was sometimes equal to a sadomasochistic act of self-torture.

Contrary to my skepticism that he would not feel so tingling in my butt, I would not get an orgasm from anal intercourse, I wanted it from Christian still more often Anal. I soon felt like crazy about it. Longing for my condition as soon as he took me.

I lay down on my back, pulled my legs as far as I could to my upper body, lay there as before my cabinet mirror and watched Christian’s preparations. Sufficient gel carefully distributed, first a playful finger to the sample, while a verifying look in my face and then he set it on.

I should not miss anything: a beautiful, massive cock, which prepared for me, then to get him ruthless in my butt pushed to get. A tail, tormented me, compelled me to curse him as soon as he pulled him out of my burning ass for the next blow. Christian always looked into a dogged face that waited defiantly and eagerly for the next cutting stitch. I was horny to get this cock pushed as far as the stop in the intestine, as if my Apfelarsch a slippery, but immensely stretchy pussy.

Christian enjoyed visibly to challenge me with his ‘part’ and got to hear from me what he wanted to hear. Another fearful outcry, incisive obscene cursing, desperate lamentation, rubbing my fingers with my fingers like crazy, to get ecstatic in the end.

Christian did not have a favor with me, because he had no fear of me. He took me to the curb, fucked me like a berserk, then was just about to come as soon as I began to howl and how I had never experienced orgasms before. With him, it was no different then, so it was neatly drooled from my maltreated butt. It made us both horny to experience ourselves and the others at such a moment.

In terms of sex, it was a long time between us perfect.

Christian was my first enthusiastic follower. He stood like me on anal intercourse, and my “tight cackling,” as he sometimes called her, when he concentrated on such a fuck to sink his “device” every time delicately into my intestine, it was cult and my rosette that Preferred “muck hole” for his “bolt”. Those names for my narrow hole and its big tail, then mostly fell thereby.

For him, it was not just fucking tight in my ass. It sometimes felt banned – which did not matter to both of us – and this additional “buy-in” also had something animalish about it, which also strengthened the appeal.

At Christian, for the first time, I realized that there are obviously men who make the thought of not accepting this torture, although I myself am anxious to get it so ruthlessly from them.

It was obvious what made Christian so horny. This overwhelming power to show the “bitch” right, on the other hand, is clear about being allowed to live with me.

All in all it was clear to me at the time what it is that some men are so keen to fuck with a woman like me – not just anal. And I realized for myself that these fantasies are just like me.

He once confessed to me that before his relationship with me only a girl had allowed anal intercourse with him, but that would not have been the “impulse” with her. I would be an absolute exception in this, and that it would be ‘damn cool with me’ because he knew he could let me go.

It is no less fascinating for me today when I am lying on my back for a certain act, being fixed, or being fixed, so that my legs are pushed far back or pulled, and my naked abdomen is prepared for a “piercing parade”.

Christian also preferred this position, I prefer to take an anal from the front. But only then, if we wanted to take time and could – a fast ass fuck from behind always went when we were somewhere on the road, or after a Discobesuch early morning in a lonely parking car stood.

Since we both still lived at home with parents, we did not have many opportunities for long, extravagant sex, although we were left alone when we retired to the room. Another reason for us was that I’m always quite loud with my orgasm and can not take back – it does not want, because it just has to go out.

Thus we made a virtue out of the common need, and often savored ourselves somewhere in a dark place in the car or in other suitable places in the open.

I think he liked the idea of fucking me whenever he wanted, because I was generally not averse. Even then, not when I was not good – my rule. I would like to point out that it was also sometimes not an obstacle to take me vaginally, although I had my days.

The kick for sex soon came to the fact that we were mutually stimulating each other without wanting to join the other. The limit of this game was achieved for me – unfortunately – if Christian got an orgasm earlier than I am and exhausted on my upper body and whispered to me jokingly that I would ‘just make it ready’.

This incitement began, for example, when we were with people in the discotheque, or when we were shopping, he gently stroked my ass, occasionally touched under my skirt to pinch my cheeks briefly. If I wanted to animate him, especially during the day, I signaled him with a slight waist swing during the day, pressed my butt against his body, or bend me in front of him.

Such horny signals always meant: Before we have set me off at home, we will interrupt the night-time journey at a suitable place for a “dirty Quicky,” as we called it. There was no objection.

I played on his bolt while driving – even on a bus. I was wearing a skirt – which for him was generally an “official invitation” – I stood a short time later on some dark car park or car park. Sometimes it was easy to support my thighs with my arms, if I had to leave very quickly – late at night behind a bus stop – or I leaned on a tree with half-dropped pants. I held my back to him, while he took me for the “oiling” only vaginally – if I had no gel with it – then to the actual matter.

It became for us later almost a mania.

This “seducing oneself and the others,” we have more and more celebrated and thereby enjoyed what it did with us.

This is also what gives me the special kick, and it has now become an essential component – it goes differently depending on the sexual style and situation of course.

So it was my knackarsch, which Christian found fascinating and, as I would quickly realize, also another body position.

There are many men who want to pull their cock just before they come out, then want to cum on belly, tits, face, mouth or elsewhere.

This elsewhere meant in Christian’s case: Preference on my feet. Christian gave me gladly his hot footbalsam, when he fucked me and it him in the head rose.

Now and then I gave his tail a foot massage. He preferred to wear nylons.

When he licked my pussy, his mouth landed – sometimes to my displeasure – somewhere on my thighs, my calves, and finally my feet, and his tongue on my toes.

New, sexy pumps, or in the summer light lace sandals, made him nervous, which I then used in my way to animate him.

I also started playing with his and my imagination.

In summer in a beer garden sent on a chair, best to him directly opposite. One leg crossed over the other, tipped with his leg, or slightly raised, and his foot twisted to and fro, rolled with his toes, and his eyes soon followed.

> Do you like my new sandals? They’re cute, are not they? “

Such a lasciviously lauded saying sufficed in such a moment to make him almost mad at me. Not because he wanted to fool him because of his inclination. Not at all.

He guessed that I was just thinking about it, and I knew that it would turn me on when he came down in front of me to cum on my feet when we were at home or with him.

What occasionally drove us at night in a secluded parking lot was one thing. With the thought in a public park in the proximity of other people put on the lawn, so as not to enjoy the sun alone, a completely different. This was the point where it was really exciting for me, and Christian was soon given the “Ultimate Kick”. Thus, this “Elsewhere” came a further antagonizing dimension.

If I were wearing sandals, I first pulled them off. Christian went to the side. I sat on my butt in front of him, held my arms around my knees, placed my feet bravely juxtaposed in front of his trouser slit, from which he then took his cock out, to let me play with his toes until he was stiff .

I watched Christian attentively, and as soon as he could not hold his weight, he began to massage his stiff out of his wrist, rubbing my toes or my soles against my toes, and I also got wet. It made me horny to watch him in public. So I often did not wear a panty to allow him to look at my wet slit.

Before he came, I slipped into my sandals and waited nervously for the hot creme, which lay as long threads on straps, back and toes.

Christian was in such a public situation excited up to the hair tips, always tried to remain inconspicuous and above all quiet, which in the end he hardly succeeded. He was getting faster and faster, groaning louder and louder, so we were often afraid that we could catch our bustle.

Afterwards, it was a pleasure for us to get along with his cum at my feet hand in hand on the way and so pulled some trolls on the leash, in order to take an interesting hot track in the direction of my steps.

Not infrequently, I was sitting in a beer garden between the people with my special – until then often dried – “shoe-wafers”, and jogged knowingly with the foot. For all of us, it was also a fun experience for us: an amusing erotic game.

However, I found that it was quite attractive for me to do something that was forbidden in the public. The visible proof of such an “annoyance” was Christian’s insignificant sperm on my body, my clothes.

I took it – literally – into my own hands, exerted ourselves out of pure lust delicate situations, looking for suitable places to play with my and his imagination, to put them into action. Fantasies, which I thought was ‘strange’.

Everyone would have been able to discover and find it. Often we were on the verge of it, but it did not happen. Ultimately, only Christian and I knew about it. To have a secret, to make it public, and to represent it in my person, without the fact that it was aired, and what it was, was to have sperm on me.

With this “genset,” it has something special to me today, even in a transcendent sense.

My tight ass, his “decent part”, my feet, sperm, to do it publicly and secretly, all this was for us both – but especially for me – a cool concept for varied, exciting sex.

I learned not only to accept Christian’s preferences. My own crystallized out, which my imaginations secretly winged, so that I saw only at the beginning of a way.

Today I am fond of very bizarre games where I am active or passive. Such games – of which I only knew something at that time – seemed extremely questionable to me in my imagination, and the idea that I might even play a part in it.

However, I was a lot open-minded, willing to experiment, and always keen on exploring new territory in terms of sex and then to enter it. As one says so beautifully: I had licked blood.

It was my stomach feeling when I was looking for the next kick. But I realized that in this “letting go” to achieve another climax was much more hidden. It was, however, still subterranean and out of shape.

Until I got to know my relationship with Christian and an equally long time as a single, at the age of 23 Bernd. A 12-year-old man, who fascinated me from the first moment on, and – as far as nobody in my circle of friends and acquaintances knows – took me by the hand to show me hidden doors and open them with me. Down to shoals, which I thought locked.