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It was the early seventies. The women all wore skimpy minis and you could often see their panties. My aunt called these somewhat disrespectfully “hairnets.” In the swimming pools, topless was ordinary. Woman wore “bush” at that time, however. Man rarely met a woman who had a bare pussy.
One day a man about 60 years old approached me at the swimming pool and warned me – he had a somewhat unusual request. He had been watching us for a while (we were making out, as was customary at the time, and grabbing each other’s pants was nothing special) and it would please him if he could watch us “make love” for once. Before I could refuse indignantly, he offered 500 DM. I was a student at the time and this money was a monthly income for me. He gave me his phone number and I promised to call him back.
With this information I went to my friend Elke, who immediately objected: “You’re crazy, I’m not a hooker! What is this horny buck actually thinking?” But since we were pretty “open-minded”, nude bathing was ordinary for us, we talked it through. On the one hand, it was yes perverted, but also delightful and no one wanted to be a bourgeois. I had the assignment to sound out the situation. After a phone call, I visited this gentleman who lived in a posh residential area and didn’t make a poor impression based on the furnishings. There was no googling at that time. Only later did I figure out that he worked in the legal field. The conversation was businesslike and actually quite nice. He asked us to bring sex toys to the appointment (consisted at that time of a white ugly vibrator and some useless “love balls”).
At the agreed date we wiggled on. We felt not very comfortable. We had even left the address on the kitchen table at home. You never know. Our host opened a bottle of Moët & Chandon and explained to us why it turned him on so much. He had even bought sexy lingerie, in a quality and style we didn’t know. Today, it would be classified as “Wicked Weasel Seethru.” My fear that I would not get it up because of all the tension turned out to be groundless, since his rule – he determines the course of events – had apparently been tried and tested many times before. He took over the command in command form:
“Take off your dress now!” There was no “please.”
“Your panties are for a grandma! Take them off! Put on the one in front, but so that we can’t see it. You should surprise us with them. The old panties you give to me!”
My friend did as ordered and disappeared into the bathroom. She came back with the new racy panties. Her cunt hair was spilling out of the mini part on the right and left. Her used panties were subjected to a detailed smell test by our host. He even licked the gusset, which was not completely dry due to the circumstances. This little horny sow, I wondered to myself silently about my friend Elke, who made so on bored, but whose pussy seemed to be quite wet.
Somehow that was already a horny mood. There licks this old buck at the panties of my girlfriend, which was not only moist, but already quite wet. This Situation was the reason for a very hard erection between my legst. Rat hot the whole thing.
“Pull the panties down slowly! Slowly I said! So now turn around and do the whole thing again. Stretch out your ass and wiggle it! Not like a duck, but majestically slow!”
Elke proved to be a talent. With this ass shaking talent she could have easily started a career in any striptease bar. Even her relatively small titties swung along. (That Elke didn’t even own a bra these days doesn’t need to be mentioned).
“So now lie down on the couch, bend your legs and push the gusset to the side. We now want to admire your cunt. He came closer and closer to her, while I was at a distance of one meter on the
other side followed the spectacle.
“Hey, your girlfriend’s crack is pretty wet! She seems to be really enjoying this.” Elke rolled her eyes, but my observation that she must have slimed quite a bit was now definitely confirmed. Her oozing cunt juice was unmistakable.
“Put your panties back on and give them a good squeeze on your cunt. Don’t let the juice go to waste.” Indeed, the trail in the fabric was impressively pronounced. We didn’t know the term “cameltoe” back then. My cock wanted to get out somehow.
“There, now shove the vibrator in all the way!” Panties off, vibrator in. My girlfriend did as commanded, although it didn’t bring her much sexually. Our host had meanwhile freed himself from his pants and jerked now and then his considerably large cock.
“Jerk your clit!” “Pull your labia apart properly!” “Spread your legs even more!” “Put a finger in your asshole!” “Play with your tits!” “Jerk out your juice properly, I want to see that!”
It was already bizarre: there lies your girlfriend, who originally resisted this meeting and drips with horniness, our host jerks off in the process, I have a hard-on and have to watch this theater. Elke’s genteel restraint was displaced by her rutting horniness. “This bitch” – I wondered to myself.
But then came my cue: “Take off your clothes and lick her cunt, she needs it now!”
I didn’t let him tell me twice. I licked her pussy, which by now was literally dripping. “Put a finger in her ass!” “You jerk her clit now!” The commands were at all times clear. I know how to bring her to orgasm and jerked her determinedly towards it. It sometimes takes more than ten minutes, but this time she was squealing after only three.
Her clit was swollen like a little cock. She came like the fire department. I had never experienced her so horny. Now my body was required. I literally sank into her wet hole. With her pussy she jerked me so skillfully that with me the juice was already spraying after two minutes.
“Pull out your cock, I want to see the juice flow! Cum on her cunt!”
There she lay now, my fucked horny slut and my juices flew out of her open an inviting cunt. This image was enough and our host jerked his meanwhile stripped condom full.
There was still a coffee with Black Forest cake. Our “master” was full of praise and engaged us for another event.
“The next time you come but with shaved cunt, or even better: you shave off your bush here!”.
A horny afternoon and in addition still 500 DM in the bag. We should experience that was allowed four more times.
(Hopefully my translation is acceptable. Originally, I wrote it in German))
NSFW: yes
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