Copyright by baendoff 27.10.07
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I have fond memories of the early 70s. At that time I was about 21 and lived in a dormitory in which "went off." It, as it was then, the first great wave of the sexual revolution was to abate it, and they still had power. After they had grown accustomed to women without a bra and super mini skirts, ran in the movie "The Last Tango" I Marlon Brando and Maria Schneider and clarified the Hetros this on is that anal sex is not exclusively gay pleasure more, especially when man (as in film with butter) for provides the necessary lubrication.
At the time I had to do enough in order to create ordered contact with the opposite sex to some extent, with burning embarrassment and blushing cope and to ensure that intimate contacts not resulted because of excitement and lack of experience in a busy fidgeting. The interest of the sexes together in the dorm was "hot" age-appropriate and not infrequently expressed in small skirmishes to take playfully in a headlock and hold their arms, loud boisterous, especially on the weekend disco fetuses. A representative always quiet with long hair and beard was against our fellow student Maier, of incense fragrant, usually somewhere rumsaß and drank flavored tea. had I can not remember in detail to do with him to have. In fact, he appears only in my consciousness after the message bypassed that Maier had a solid flame.
This flame won my attention, you might say well, they are forced. We went back in a big gang together a lot and regularly celebrated in the residence hall unusual festivals, which shifted over time between times in this, at times in that apartment. Maier was sitting with his sleeping pills face always somewhere around, his girl on the left. She was a woman who appeared to me then small and chubby, she was not sure. She was more than a head shorter than me but of proper form, that is perhaps a bit bold. She looked powerful but also because, once they have a male gaze fixed upon him knew the chest arched to her pointed tits also correct to their best advantage. This woman was the opposite of Maier. She was wearing a blond short hair, although long hair was in fashion and watched with lively eyes, the scenery around them, their observations again and again to comment with a loud laugh of the types that have bugged the second time. She did not talk much, and was listened to rather like physically, that she pushed play, if you stand together, came silently from behind and pushed her with a Knee into the knee of the supporting leg and left her laughter ring out when they had an out of balance. So what bugged me and I her haute now as strong reaction on the butt, which she held with both hands and super are the action with a "Auaaaaa" resigned. Another time she had tried, I pull away when you sit down the chair on which I expressed a short-hand with the torso over a table and gave her a few decent blows to the jaw. I regarded this as adequate defense, because I was angry. She stood up, placed pouted like a little girl, rubbing her butt. Maier, who was, as always with embarrassed grin. And then we celebrated all continue as normal as if nothing had happened. Incidentally, I had no interest in her. I was then on two ladies, who often occurred together, the one Wilburgis, with long brown - and the other Anna, with long black hair. Both were tall and thin and represented so convincingly the view that they just like what class of worn were they that it is increasingly the whole dorm, male or female, infected. Another reason why I had not thought of the "blonde Pummelchen" wasted - they had just Maiers flame and in such things, I'm still very conservative.
The whole thing changed a bit after I am on the edge had maintained a long-term heavy drinking with her. A discussion of the way it was then quite often: "Do you know this or that group, you heard the ever life you have to necessarily take you inside again. I have a recording of the concert, I can even rent, etc. "They lived in the dorm came almost daily to visit and Maier tapped more often with me. Either they wanted a slice of listening to my stereo, which I liked initially, for Hi-Fi was only coming and I was very proud of my system. Then they came but even so, voluntarily sat at my table and asked: "How's" What I find increasingly annoyed. I then felt compelled to lead a conversation to which they did not contribute much. Telling her that she should no longer come, but I got just did not. At times she looked at me piercingly, and seemed to be waiting for something. At least I see it today, then do not. I was looking for a way out.
After sometime back through my door, rolled past me and had sat with "how's" to my table, I was forced spontaneously to foment a coup, with the aim of this "how's" permanently out of my apartment banish. I just came out of the bathtub, I was only in his underpants, just in a bathrobe thrown over and was excited, yet inwardly still relatively quiet. The only way I got probably indicates that callousness, which I still amazed. I walked with measured steps to the door and closed it off. Then I took off my underwear and hung it on the doorknob. "This means they can not see" I said in explanation, which was not entirely unrealistic, as the door peeking through holes was on our floor a conventional sports. Nevertheless, conjured the action: Complete door, underpants on the handle, once an expression on her face, as he allegedly show rabbit, when they see a snake in the eye. She sat fixed, only their eyes wide open followed me as I round the table from the side they approached. I reached with the right established in their hair, put a finger to my lips and said: "Pssst they hear otherwise." Then I began without hesitation to massage her breasts with his left hand firmly. They felt pretty tight and grippy. The forehead wrinkles drawn, she moaned and looked helplessly into his eyes. Even as I asked her: "Go Now, now let them see", she looked at me as they would understand the world anymore, but after a further prompt: "Well come on" with appropriate hand movement slowly moved in motion and her hesitation T-Shirt high. I liked these breasts. The nipples were stiff and strong to break. I let my fingers glide over what they acknowledged with wailing noises. So I kept it on firmly to the hair and took my time. She changed the view between her breasts and in my eyes back and forth. Otherwise, they did nothing. In order to vary the games a little, I moved my head from her and said: "Go kiss me." And I held her by the hair and could limit their freedom of movement. And it came unexpectedly fast moving, but with their lips do not quite up to my mouth. She wanted more. In between I did her a little more game, which she used to give me your tongue to put in the mouth, and then I pulled her head back slightly. A nice game and I was fascinated with what force she put on her own hair. I would have liked to play longer so and was shocked when they "broke through." Suddenly she leaned forward Specifically her head suddenly with all the power to move forward and put my hand in her hair. At the same time she quickly brought her right hand behind my neck and pulled me with such force that I lost my balance and was hanging just standing on the left leg bent and the elbow on the table. Thus I left the train shortly after their hair, making her head snapped forward and me with a cutting tooth on the lip, hit the swell immediately. Then she kissed me passionately as long as it took until I startled as I was, again had a firm stand and she was able to pull hair back.
I felt my swollen lip, and said: "This was perhaps a little arbitrarily. For that you get your ass full ". She cast down her eyes with a history of expression that seemed a little stubborn. I just pulled on her hair and said sharply: "Go take off his coat," to which her eyes again sought the eye contact to ask me: "Should I really do," so it seemed. Then she lowered her eyes again and waited. I whispered again: "na loohooos. Then she stood up. I let go of her, pulled the chair away from the table toward the center of the room and sat down. She looked at me, probably as the whole thing seemed to be some kind of game, I looked at her and waited. Eventually, her eyes wandered to the ground and they looked for the covenant of her skirt. It was one of those long skirts flutter in the Indian style, which you wore in the summer. She pulled him out quickly, then stood there in the pants, which was hidden by her red tie-dyed T-shirt and almost looked at me meaningfully. In order to shorten the whole game a bit, I snapped his fingers and said, "Come over my knee and if you go a bit fast." She did after some hesitation in fact the two steps up to my knees and waited again. I pulled over the knee, down her shirt up and her panties. In the latter, it provided some resistance, in which she attacked it with the right hand of the page and keep it up looking for. After a brief hissing: "Let go or I'll tear it broken," let go of her and put her arms as fatalistic forward so that I could pull down with a jerk to his heels. I was still time. Although I already had some relevant experience but never experienced such a comfortable situation. would have served the example, a drink - If I was a butler placed alongside This would have been the only conceivable increase. was relaxed as I never have to wait, put me right back to sleep, pushing them even further forward, so that her butt now represented the highest point of the recumbent figure. Looked at alone this great sprawling, a little fat ass cheeks. Now she was anxious, tried to spin or to see at least with a view over the left shoulder which I did. You could feel it immediately, because I now haute for the first time in the middle of this ass. Startled, she jumped and was heard a short "Au". The chubby cheeks were twitching with further beatings wobbled, almost backwards and forwards as the rear wall in addition to and fro, as if they tried to avoid the blows, or at least to ensure that the hand more than once made the same point. Since that time I was on more slender ladies, I was very surprised, like me a fat ass woman, - like me were fascinated by these big wobbly cheeks. And they acknowledged each beat with a short, almost barking "Au". I would have liked to like the way forward. Suddenly, she tried to get up, but I was almost reflexively, that is, without that I would have thought about, weighed down with his left elbow again. Shortly after I met her right thumb with a force on the outside of my left leg, I for my part, "Au" barked. Her butt had to immediately pay for this attack, as I greatly increased the impact frequency. The first I heard about seven shots of nothing. She kept well to the air and first tried out again by herzucken and, afterwards to relieve the pain by tightening the Pomuskeln. Finally she gave up and left a long-drawn "Auaaa .... Auaaa hear ". It was the first time I have her voice was really beautiful. After they had collected several more shots, I heard her moan loudly: "Listen to genuuug I" Now I realized that she was crying after which I stopped and let her get up. Even the tension of their movements when getting up pointed to anger. So they stood there also, and rubbed his buttocks. Her eyes were veiled by tears but to interpret a mixture of defiance and reproach. Probably also reflects the humiliation they had suffered in it, - all in all quite charming. They expected an apology? The did not, quite the opposite. I wanted to play this game more so I tried it with the classic, which I had read about as well with adolescent excitement somewhere. I placed quite close to them until I had her face fill the frame and asked in a tone that sounded to me even threatening: "Do you want a pretty girl now be? My heart beat wildly. She had stopped crying and looked at me astonished. In my eyes she seemed to read that I would not give way now and they beat her down and said, somewhat defiantly: "Yes I will!". I asked, "What do you want?" And noticed that my mouth was dry. She lifted her head and looked at me with her blue eyes, no longer defiant, more anxious and inquiring, or perhaps more vulnerable? As if she would fear nothing more now than when I would laugh, for example?
An intimate moment, and God knows it difficult to endure, because he was feeling. Also took this moment to she said quietly, as if they had always been waiting to get rid of this confession: "I want to be a pretty girl." I replied tersely and with almost no voice: "Then it's all right," which somehow did not fit but I could endure the situation no longer, now had to quickly overcome the distance and close like this girl in my arms, push, kiss, This incredibly hot baking stroke. She seemed puzzled at first, but jumped up quickly. Maybe she was able to intuitively understand, tried to kiss my mouth too much with me, pressed tightly to me. I was suddenly full of tender feelings for this Woman next to a young rose very quickly and therefore boring horniness in me. With her it was probably similar, because when I took her between his legs were swollen and pubic mons in a youthful way and it was wet. She had me by my bathrobe fewer obstacles, the same used on the stand and began to massage him. What happened now was fidgeting in the sense described above, youthful levels. She lay on the bed, we kissed and groped us. Then I tried to penetrate into it, it does not work out. I tried several times but swollen like them - and excited as I was I did not come clean. Then she said: "lie down a minute," what I did because I thought they wanted to put on me. Instead, she took my cock into her mouth and began to suck in what robbed me almost mad. I put her first one, then two middle fingers of my right hand from behind in her pussy and began to rammeln them so that they groaned aloud. She seemed to want to do so, because I felt her hands right and left of the transition between my thighs and buttocks look for support. She was kneeling right next to my chest, this fiery red cheeks turned towards me and had me fingering her pussy. In time, she held her head still and I fucked her with fast shocks in the mouth. This went on for a while and I was cool in a way I had been there probably rare. But I could, why not come whatsoever. I pushed faster and faster into her mouth, she moaned like crazy, because my fingers and they neglected but it hinted at the question, what next? It sounded then further out of my mouth, "You have to swallow anything, or I'll cut back." Their response was "hm hm hm" and the corresponding nod, without taking my cock out of his mouth. With this thought, - in this mouth which I down there felt come to want to put I still go sometimes heard as my in the fast clock in her mouth penetration penis smacking noises caused swallow she heard - there was probably a bit Vanguard made the trip and then ...... and then ...... finally .... "Wooooohoom" I was in tears. I could feel her fingernails clawing into my buttocks heard, swallow, swallow them, she felt and had a finish that I thought my head flies away. As I lay and trembled, hyperextended his head back, I realized why some orgasms earn the name "little death". Meanwhile, she turned slowly, gently lay down on me and seemed excited. "Boaah was an awful lot," she said, and let the laughter ring out, I had missed it somehow. Her good humor made this situation somewhat so-so wonderfully simple, especially when she looked over her shoulder on her butt and said, "You have me beat your ass but neat, I'll still long to have what." I replied, "You were very naughty, look at my lip on" What are they, now quite the little girl replied, "Gaaarnicht" .... "Only a very little bit." "You seem somehow to like being treated you so" I countered. And she, still a little girl: "I love too, but it was too much. .... And that is why you now need to be very sweet to me. "" I was stroking, kissing everywhere ... and very much. "And I - had done what she whispered to me as a wish in his ear and was reconciled with the world.
It was cozy, romantic. It was some time risen, and had two candles lit and turned off the ceiling light. So we lay there and had us. I would have liked them to sleep with me but she would not because they Maier was still in the back of the head. Eventually we got up and I accompanied her home. On the way we went somewhere on a Currywurst-Pommes one sitting, because we both had suddenly hungry. That was one of the roundest, most evenings in my life. Something of a short thing with a happy ending.
At least I have long seen the Sun A further clarification of relationship I could from the road and go to her when she was 2 days later with a traditional "How are you" in my room open, that I'm using the brown-haired Wilburgis had a date. She said that this was something for me, a long time looked with a smile but somehow disturbed about the room, as if she were looking for something to be pretty quick with a "soo then I must go back" and "tschüüüs" to disappear. Later I heard that they had made with Maier-circuit. And I met with Wilburgis, that is, we have been for almost two years a pair. Furthermore, it does not work out with us sexually, I could ignore, especially since they yes yes so what else was great. At least she was really pretty. We were a beautiful couple and it seemed to me sometimes that people looked around in the street after us. "Hey old are you now right with Wilburgis together, you lucky?" Or "just as you did manage to commit to this bride to you?" Were comments at the time. I guess I needed this recognition, otherwise I might have even then been doubts whether this would be "little chubby" was the right choice for me.
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