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My friend Johanna

Part 2

When my daughter told me that Thomas, her husband was coming just a day earlier to pick her up, I could not hide my disappointment hardly . Thomas had business to do something with us in the city, so he came just a day earlier.

When we were back home from shopping, I went into my bedroom and laid me down a bit. The impending separation from my daughter was very depressing for me. For the first time in my life I would be alone come to justice. But if I was honest, I would miss the nights much more! That's why I was so sad that Doris would now have to drive a day early to go home.

more pleased I was at first, when Doris asked me if I would mind if Thomas would sleep the night on the couch in the living room. Doris and I would therefore still have one more night together. Even if it were in the next room sleeping her husband.

So it was then. The only difference was that we are not allowed, as usual, but we held back a little more. Were a little quieter, than the times before. Pleased we were both asleep afterwards. I knew when I'd closed my eyes, how much I miss the togetherness.

middle of the night I woke up. The bed next to me was empty. At first I was so confused that I thought she would have gone without saying goodbye to me. Still without a clear grasp of thought to, I lumbered to the bathroom. Little by little I was awake and on the way back I looked into the living room.

Doris knelt before the couch, the table was moving somewhat to the side. Thomas was behind her and me on the basis of his movements was soon clear that he fucked her. In the middle of my living room. They had both endured it well and no longer noticed when Doris was that I was asleep, she crept into his living room.
the act so clearly in front of me was very unusual for me still, I admit. With my daughter to be naked alone and, now, to have sex with her, had become gradually to normal, but this was a naked man in my apartment. Although Thomas was basically family, yes, still a naked man here in my living room.

With one hand he expressed Doris' upper body down on the couch while he repeatedly forcefully pushed into it. Both behaved very quiet here, at least when it came to Doris, which was rather unusual. Probably they were afraid to wake me up otherwise. I struggled again in embarrassment and lust together. It was the first time I watched a man and a woman were sleeping together. And yes, it excited me. Very much. On the other hand, it was me but also very unpleasant, "cheat" on either way!
was still embarrassed I return quietly to my bedroom. Only - to sleep was still not thinking. I must have been weggenickt degree anyway, as I felt Doris clung to my back. I turned to her and was shocked when I looked over her shoulder in Thomas' face. They both smiled and hugged me Doris and whispered to me that they had noticed me.

Thomas came around the bed and lay down on my other side. It was a strange feeling, to feel a "strange" man so close. Especially since I had seen that he was stark naked. He snuggled up behind me, but instead a feeling of tightness I suddenly felt safe and protected. And then I felt pushed Doris' hand between my legs. At first I wanted to defend myself, but my body was frozen. Doris appeared with one or two fingers into me, like when she just wanted to check whether I am wet enough. So it probably was, because immediately afterwards she slipped on between my legs through it and then I felt her hand came back with some long, hard.
spread them apart with two fingers, my lips and then something happened that I had never thought possible. Doris held me tightly and whispered in my ear that she loves me and that I should enjoy it. Slowly but constantly demanding penetrated Thomas' stiff cock into me. My head was spinning. My son was fucking me. Even more so in the presence of my daughter, his wife.

Doris whispered to me that they were starting and had to swinger clubs and had also been made privately with other couples. They had both found that it excited her to watch when they had sex with others. She held me tight the whole time in the arm and her finger was on my clit while Thomas covered my hips and began to thrust powerfully into me.

I still remember how I scored for a moment through my head that I need to sink into a mire of immorality and perversity threatened. But the idea was quickly expelled. All thoughts were quickly sold. With each thrust deep into My loaf was more and more wiped out by this thought. I mutated from shock to shock more of the mother / mother-in towards a woman who gave herself quite simply a man.

Doris whispered in my ear, how cool it was that Thomas was fucking me. And all the while her fingers drove me closer to the brink of orgasm. The transition was smooth. He did not know how I'd met so far, along with Doris, like a Big Bang about me, but it was a somewhat gradual. I felt his thrusts were still strong in me, his tail is longer, fatter, I was filled as could never in my life. And then sat still a lightning and thunder.
When I opened his eyes again, I was still snuggled between the two. Doris head on my right, Thomas' on my left shoulder. On my thigh I could feel Thomas' cock, withdrew leaving behind a cool damp track. Doris hand rested heavily below my belly button and her little finger splayed every now and again a little and stroked over my sensitive clitoris. Each time yet again little flashes through my exhausted body sending.

We slept that night in a threesome in my bed.

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My friend Johanna

Hello friends
weekend I had a lengthy telephone conversation with an older girlfriend. We first met us in a chat (Chat City) almost a year ago. Meanwhile, we call for a few months more or less regular basis. I have asked them for my blog but something to write down their life, because I believe that what she experienced, somehow, a bit is special. Last night I got the first mail from her. I have - admittedly - somewhat "revised", but basically there are her words. Let me know what you think about it, please!

The second part follows in the next few days.

Have fun while reading!


Hello Doris

How's your big now. If he gets used to the cast is now something? Eventually, it will also start to itch even more. So he must be good. The main thing, the pain is not as strong and he can sleep a little. Give him your fine by me, yes.

As we talked together on the weekend you asked me, but even a little bit of me to write down. For your blog. I will gladly do, but would like to ask you that again look through before you since the publish. What have you written so far, everything was really great and well written. So clean I can not do well. So please write it to quiet, if you think this is better.

In the beginning I should probably introduce myself. I am Johanna (Hannah) and I am 62 years old. My husband died 6 years ago since I live alone. I have a son (32) and daughter (37), both of itself already have families. I have a total of 3 very dear grandchildren.

with my husband I was married for 35 years. In our marriage there have been ups and downs, as in most of the marriages. As for our sex life, I've always considered "normal". Today I know better. My first orgasm, is many a / r the hands up in horror, I had, yes, 57! Think I'm naive, but before that I really did not know how it is. Sex was never an issue. It took place, but nothing more. It turned, as I now know only to the satisfaction for my husband I have since, as I now know, only played a minor role.

now maybe this sounds a little frustrated, and that it was safe to start it. But ultimately I must say I have my two children after Walter's death in 2002 given a new life.

My husband is quite suddenly, within 3 months, died of cancer. The pain was modified so much that he drank more and more drugs despite strong alcohol. I have not noticed how this has spilled over on me. When my husband had died then, I am, as they say, fell into a deep hole. I think I really had hardly courage at that time. It

have my children myself "saved." They were the whole time for me. Although my son has a stressful job, it has happened so often took time off and was with me. My daughter has even drawn for several weeks to me and their children left in the care of her husband and her in-laws. I want to enter but not too much with my Problems from the past annoying. Just as a benchmark, they are simply important, I mean.

My daughter moved in with me when the funeral had to be planned. I was so totally overwhelmed and would have never been able to organize everything. She and her brother have to get everything out beautifully. Since my husband and I had only a relatively small apartment, has Doris (yes, it is called so) slept with me. In two adult women, moreover, mother and daughter, no problem, should think. Was it not at first.

had the day after the funeral, I once again a low point. When Doris came back from some errands, she found me, as she told me later, drunk at the kitchen table in front. She undressed and put to bed. When I woke up that night, I was certainly not yet entirely clear, but still clear enough to at least begin to understand what was going on in the bed next to me, beyond the visitor crack.

My daughter, probably in the firm knowledge that I would sleep deeply gratified himself She lay naked on his back, legs spread wide and had "loved" with a rubber penis. I remember well, the curtains were drawn not quite accurate and the moonlight fell on her body. I had intended Doris for almost 20 years and not seen an adult naked nude woman not yet anyway. But in such an intimate situation! I was at first terribly embarrassing. I thought to get up and leave the room, but once I started moving, turning again to be out.

Worse still was the moment when Doris opened her eyes and our eyes met. I would prefer sunk in the ground and I pulled the blanket over me. But Doris took her back down and snuggled up to me, as she had done when she was 9 or 10. She apologized and tried to explain that she wanted to make me not embarrassed, but that her sex with her husband after all these days that she lived with me now, but would be sorely missed. That's why they had bought that afternoon at the mall in such a shop that dildo, as she called it.

I must admit I did as a little understanding. Between my husband and I had it for almost half a year since his illness had worsened, if no more sex. And I could not say that I had missed something special. It was probably the alcohol that I could talk to my daughter suddenly relatively open about these things. We used to talk about anyway SO WHAT ever (can).

very fact that she and her husband several times a week had sex was, unusually for me, almost obscene. For me and my husband was rarely more often than 1-2 times a month to come. And then always in the dark bedroom and never naked! For my daughter (and her husband) nudity was completely self-evident, she said. It was easy to do so. I admit what they told me because everything took me confused already huge. Both in terms of my thoughts, but also physically.

Doris seemed to have noticed, because suddenly she gave me the rubber penis, after she had wiped off the blanket in hand. He was hard on but also soft and flexible. I do not remember to have ever touched my husband down there. So it was a completely new, strangely enough, but also a little exciting feeling. They talked to me, but it just try it and then she stood up, pulled on a robe and went into the living room to watch TV for a while.

first I did not dare and felt the "dildo" first times only. He came from a lot larger than that of my husband. Amazingly, he was not at all cold. Not like plastic. It took a relatively long time, until I then got married yet. And I always had the image of my daughter's eyes, as she had done it. I took off my panties and was surprised (really) that I was wet down there. It should not be forgotten when that happened, I was 56 and the menopause I had behind me.

My daughter had told me (peinlich!), making it to the clitoris, the clitoris was up and I actually began to introduce the dildo in me and at the same time to excite my clit with your finger. It was unbelievable, incredible, the feelings generated it. Something I had ever felt before! The dildo went much deeper in me than my husband and rub my clitoris was the true madness. I think I had my first small orgasm. As if it were a magic tool, I pulled out the dildo and let it fall, as it were red hot.

When my daughter again came into the bedroom, I was already asleep. The dildo was, as to me the next day with a smile, reported spread still between my legs. Of the night changed my life. At the end of the week Doris bought me the same rubber penis and after a few fixes we did finally both together side by side on our beds. Even after it first happened, I had taken my fear of nudity, at least from my daughter. I'm not saying that I then felt for a really comfortable to walk around naked in front of her, but at least I could now.

We played every night with our toys and one evening I was shocked because I just stroked with closed eyes, as something was pushed into me. My daughter said I should just relax. If someone else will, as you yourself would be even more intense. And she was right. The question of whether mother and daughter do such a thing together should or must, I did not think there.

had little devil in me thus obtained gradually the rule over angels. And not only I was changing, but also my relationship with my daughter. After I had satisfied the first time with the dildo, we made it hardly alone together. She did it with me and then I returned the favor me with her. It was a little funny, in such a sexual way with a woman to be together. Moreover, with his own daughter. When she was a baby or a child, I wiped her butt and her womb and washed. Now she was an adult and I investigated again with the same regions. Except that lay between them almost 30 years.

And now it was different than before, very sexual! A few nights later, Doris has kissed me the first time down there. Again, a totally new experience for me. Oral sex although I had once read in newspapers, but I can never really imagine that this should be pleasant and the fact that someone could make "voluntary". Doris made it and they It was also voluntary. She had me with my dildo, I write it now simply, fucked and suddenly I felt her tongue on my clit. This was another step towards my liberation, I might say today. I initially thought that there was no higher orders than to irritate the clitoris with your fingers and so bring the high point, I now had to recalibrate again.

The time that Doris spent with her face between my legs came to me like hours and the orgasms that she gave me such endless fireworks. I could not understand how my husband had these feelings can withheld. With him I was not even come even close to a climax. It had never felt really uncomfortable, but it was miles from away from what I learned now what I felt.

At the end of this week Doris confessed to me that she had always had fantasies that preoccupied with incest. There were always "just" fantasies and she had been, except for a few more or less innocent games with her brother, never thought that once could be a reality. That evening, we sat in the living room, a bottle of red wine were opened, and watched "The fact that bets", I was the first time really aware that what we were doing, Incest actually was. A mother had sex with her daughter. If someone in a quiz or something, would spontaneously mentioned the concept, I would be off the cuff only children and abuse occurred. But there were other incest, I understand.

We talked long about it. Even on the games, which had completely unnoticed by me and my husband happened between her and her little brother as they grew up. And to my surprise it caused me to listen to Doris, she was talking about it. It started, when Doris was 13 or 14. So Karl-Heinz had at that time have been 8 or 9. If I had noticed it then, I think I would become hysterical. And my husband had taken out with certainty the cane. Accordingly, careful to have both.

As for me, but brought in far more trouble was that Doris told me that Karl-Heinz, when he was 13 or 14, had developed a very strong affection for me. And that not of a pure mother-son relationship, but, as she said, in sexual terms. If the two have cuddled together, I'll call it so, he raved about me and probably more often as he liked, what they did two together would make me.

I should perhaps declare that the two have never really slept together. It had always to look to stroke and later restricted oral sex. With one exception, which had happened at the wedding of Karl-Heinz, but to perhaps even later. The theme of incest

me very busy from then on. First, because I still had some problems with my conscience. In fact, complete nonsense, because Doris was not a little girl anymore and she knew very well what they did and what she wanted. Still, I could not get rid of these thoughts. Then it was added that Doris told me that her son Benjamin, my grandson, then, behind her after spying. Thomas (my son) had already caught him as he rummaged through her underwear, and even as he through the keyhole of the bathroom door looked as his mother was in the shower. But Doris laughed and said that the sound for a 13-year-old boy probably would be completely normal. And that would make it therefor no special thought. On the contrary, they gave me over that they sometimes even excited, so imagine something. Especially if they satisfied themselves.

As for me then, barely 3 weeks after Walter's funeral, something calm had returned and my life was replayed to some extent, approached also the time that Doris would go back to her family. They agreed with Thomas, her husband, that he on the following Saturday would pick up. A bit of me lying on the stomach that already. to be alone again, would still a huge transition. I had been in fact never lived alone.

Friday afternoon, went shopping just as betrayed, Doris me that Thomas would not come until the next day, but already the same evening. When she saw that I was sad because I assumed that they now just go back earlier would. I got it red because I had been hoping to spend even a farewell night with her. She took me in his arms and comforted me, they would, as planned, take only the next day. Thomas would only come earlier and Night stay. Really could not comfort me, however.

Continuing to write tomorrow or the day after.

Much love to your family, especially on Maik.

Hanne

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What happened now ....

Hello friends



had I actually already on the Sunday before, continue to write my blog, but unfortunately, our oldest child injured playing football and we have most of the afternoon in the emergency room spent in hospital. One should not think that a fast is in the emergency room helped. I as terribly upset! Whether you only have an ingrown toenail, or wear the head under his arm, you have to wait indefinitely until someone mercy to even listen to your aches and pains. Whether you're interested in pain, no.



Well, thank you but then Mrs. Dr. Furstenberg, she then - after about 2 hours - really nice to Maik care. Luckily, it's nothing torn, as we had feared, but "only" found a heavy contusion and a ligament strain. After all, that is now first: cast! Forecast First: 14 days. And "men" are soooo sorry for himself!

Anyway, it was the Sunday run.



I had already made me actually for yesterday ....

Many thanks to those who have left a comment but when I see that so far 573 people have viewed my profile, 13 comments are actually quite little. Is this due to our hectic fast-time? Search all just a quick kick? I am sorry. Well, I'm not always the same and every day to answer my messages and emails, but I try to be as fair as possible to leave a feedback. This can sometimes be negative ;-)



I want and the future also, time to time respond to criticism and questions from the comments. So you see, can also arise on the way to a dialogue. And yes, some things can certainly also be of interest to all. Similarly, I'm going to do with the questions I will be returned by mail. Also to those I will, if I think it is appropriate to comment here. So you see, your comments will be read very well. Take this simple as motivation, ok?



Here we go

1. Deleted Comments
   I have (and will continue to) delete purely anonymous written comments. One can like to post under "anonymous", but should at least specify a name so I can address you. The content of the comment is completely irrelevant. purely because of the content is (by me) will be deleted no comment!
   


2. Wolfgang on 07-11-2008
   it's really nice to your blog lesen.Im contrast to the usual stories is your text is not so pure Sexorientiert.
   My life consists not only of sex! Of course this is here are a focus, because after all our affections are quite special and you are not having a girlfriend's Cafe is relaxed and chatted about it. Since I'm actually already extrovert but, for that matter, my husband sometimes says, I am a mental exhibitionist, I'll use this blog already in this direction.
   please write so on. I'm just not sure if the fantasy is real Maybe you write or do something. For a real story, it sounds too good.
   The story of Rona was, of course, fiction. Rona also I do not really know personally. We do have phone before, but nothing more. The things I write about me, happens to the best of my knowledge and belief as such. However, I take the writer's freedom to embellish things a bit. That should be ok.
   


3. Peter on 07.11.2008
   Rona put me on your blog .. It sounds very interesting what you write about your dogs, even if that's not really my world so I find it still very exciting!
   I think this is as much. Anyone who is uncertain can be happy with all aspects of my / our business!
   What your kids really go with this? Do you know of your affections? I would be interested
   I've promised to deal openly with these things. So - yes, they know of these "tendencies". Me have already seen it. We've all come agreed that secrecy may only mean stress and frustration. That is why we talked very openly about everything. We do not show on in the living room, if you think that, but there are no closed doors with us!
   


4. Sandra on 09/11/2008
   your blog really interesting, not only here your first. Women and girls also have to comment on the subject so open to deserve my respect. Keep it up, I'll do it. There is nothing Schöneres.Danke Rona also for the link.
   Thanks Sandra. I can, I still rather "new" bin, not judge if it here, as indeed, as I have heard of Rona, are also guardians of public morals, which I delete at some point. The I'll have to wait. But I know from many contacts (with a number over the phone), that what I address here occurs, but more often than is commonly assumed. Both incest and sex with dogs (animals) is still strictly taboo and is therefore only rarely carried their own doorstep. You seem also to belong to those who made the step, the limit has exceeded, and who know how pleasurable and satisfying it can be
   


5. Wolfgang on 10/11/2008
   the story of Rona is one where too much happens. The man, the dog and then also the parents that I am too much. Then sounds much like a comic. The dog had only enough for me. Too much imagination to too little space.
   I have passed these comments on Rona. The plot of the story, she has already told me before was that the parents surprise their daughter having sex with the dog. I admire Rona way for their fantasy that you think of those ideas. I do not have to probably the ultimate fantasy grams. go with me to thoughts succeed quickly on the move, when I read such stories, but my own to come up with such situations, not me. I personally must say though, that at me the story simply the logical train - if one can call on such stories at all of it - is fascinating. And the density, to you, Wolfgang, apparently irritated. Now this story is indeed a woman, ok, a girl was written. And women just write differently. The priorities are different than in men.
   I would be interested, as you see it. A few women even be among you. Does your opinion of Wolfgang, or what you think?
   

should Alright, that once again be for now. If I find some time later again, perhaps it is even more. Just let me know what you are particularly interested in what I tell you. This makes it much easier for me.

Much love

Doris

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A story of Rona

Good morning!
It's still pretty early today (06:45 clock), but this is the time when my family still asleep and I have some time for me. These times are rare and valuable!
Horst and Max are fed and were just outside, the breakfast is as far as prepared. The washing machine is running already. You see, so I was not doing nothing this morning. And my first two portions of protein I've also taken this morning already (if you know what I mean).
Yesterday I had briefly Contact Rona and she asked me if I post in my blog is not a story of her could. In part it is probably too "risky". Whether this can be a problem, I do not know. But since it has stirred so nice promotion for my blog (already over 300 hits now!), I will of course do so much.
We have the story read last night and I must say, we find it great!
I must of course stress that it is only the fiction and the fact that no one should be asked to do anything or animated. So kids, do not try at home to imitate! ( laughs).

Now then: Have fun!
And do not forget, either here or on Rona's Yahoo page, a comment leave! I think that fairness dictates!

your Doris




The ironing board (of RonaEttling@ymail.com )
Dorothy's first look was her alarm clock. Clock 09:27. At first she was shocked, but then she remembered, so today was Saturday! And better still, it was his birthday! The 27TE. The magic number 30 was coming closer. She felt old? She listened to herself. No, not really.
She groped with one hand behind him. The bed beside her was empty. Martin was already on. Maybe he was in the kitchen and made coffee. She turned around and had fallen asleep a few minutes later.
She woke up again, as Martin snuggled up to her back. Coffee smell her nostrils. Much more interesting they found his already hard cock, pressing against her bottom. She raised her lap and pressed him to something contrary to their buttocks. Martin accepted the invitation and felt excited, as he slid into them.
whispered "Good morning, my dear," he to her ear. She turned him to his head and smiled at him.
"Well, so be awakened," she whispered. He pushed too strong and when he penetrated into its depths, she squealed loudly. She loved it when he Sun took from behind. Her first boyfriend had been found to be unsuitable for it. His cock was simply too short to be in this position too deep into them. For Martin, it was different. His penis was not as thick as that of Thomas at that time, but he had a rather above average length.
When he entered her from behind, then she always thought he was about to reach her stomach. Even worse was when he fucked her in the ass, then she had this feeling that is sometimes actually. But that was probably only by the pressure exerted by his cock in her intestine to other organs.
"I wanted to today, make a game on your birthday with you, "he groaned into her ear." You do? " Dorothy let out a deep, she nodded. Disappointed, she realized, as he slowly withdrew his Schanz. Smacking it slipped out of her. He climbed out of bed and then took a gift wrapped in red paper package out from behind the cabinet.
still struggled a bit sleepy too slowly Dorothee high. Her pajama top was a little slip and looked out her left breast. She was proud of her breasts. It was taut and firm, what she knew from the gym, far from all of them had at their age of case.
Martin built with the package on her bed. The sight of the erect long tail expected in connection with the package of something funny. Dorothy almost laughed when she saw him at that.
"Happy birthday," he said Where did he get so fast, the deep red rose, which he now held out to you sat up and took the rose Of course, how could it be otherwise -.?. Caught them again exactly the area with the thorns.
"Ow!" At their finger tip had an immediate drop of blood formed. She put the rose on the bed and stuck his finger in his mouth. Martin's wistful look did not escape her! She smiled inwardly. Men!
"Do you want to unpack your package does not," asked Instead, he considered it and meet her. So if she did not know Martin better, they would have thought quite spontaneously, that is in the paper sleeve ironing board. The form was actually to be no doubt. With two quick movements
sat them down the paper. She'd never understand if others, like her mother, only very carefully abpulten the tape, then removed the loop and then unpacked. Everything always so that you continue to use the paper as she could not. Once she had seen her mother even as she smoothed out the paper.
But her mother was in all things so meticulously. She was wearing for years and the same hairstyle and always looked festbetoniert like. And Dorothy did not remember her mother in the house, or ever seen before in the apartment without panel to have. She was also sure that if her mother would do a striptease would sleep the men there. Not that it would look something boring if you think away this house Maternal could, she was actually for her 56 years still an attractive woman. No, they would fall asleep, because her mother put together carefully with safety of each item of clothing or hang on the bracket would.
Strange, Dorothy thought, for thoughts on what you get sometimes, all! The package was in fact a real Ironing board. Very well, her old had quite a few more years under their belts, but such a thing as a birthday gift? What Martin had only ridden for since.
"Want to try it out right away?" He asked with a wink.
"Do you need a clean shirt for tomorrow afternoon, when my parents come, or what?" Dorothy's voice was already a slightly angry tone.
"Calm down," laughed Martin. "You know me long enough to know that I still have something up his sleeve, right?" They were married almost to the day 5 years and she had to be right, he had come up with something far more. And mostly had come out here some beautiful mess.
both her penchant for light bondage games until after the wedding had discovered. Although they had previously lived together for almost 3 years. Trigger a wedding gift was from her best friend. Fortunately, she had opened the gifts later at home, and not during the celebration. In the unassuming little package to have 2 pairs of handcuffs, a fairly natural-looking dildo and found a family pack of condoms. Tabby, Tabitha actually, had been slammed by always pretty, but pretty Dorothy had her appearance but capable.
But this gift was not exactly her future sex life Undecided further influenced. They had tried the handcuffs on the first evening and both found it very cool. They had increased these games still tied by the addition were blindfolded. Then he was left alone for a while, came back to each other again. This uncertainty of when the others came back and what he would do then, they both repeatedly made extremely horny.
"This is not a normal board," said Martin. "I can customize it exactly for your size!" He handed her a hand and pulled her up. As she stood beside him, he put the ironing board to the ground, pulled the lever and set it to about 35-40 cm height one.
only now in the 4 fell Dorothee leather straps were attached to the corners. It was a hot shower on the back.
"Madame," Martin said in a welcoming gesture. "Shall We Dance!"
She could feel her body respond. Adrenaline was paid and she realized she was always wet between the legs. She took Martin's welcoming outstretched hand and made pulling up from the bed. With a few quick movements he had disposed of her pajama top - more than she wore when she had her days!
He led them to the frame, which now stood right in the bedroom. When she tried to lie face down on it - why? - He stopped her. She sat down and then leaned back until she lay on her back. Her head rested slightly higher, on a separate tray, which was otherwise well-designed for the iron. Your butt just graduated from the front edge of the board. Martin probably had in mind when he had spoken of a customization.
Dorothy was just 1.53 meters not just the greatest. She had always been small and delicate, and usually for a few years younger have been estimated. Even as a child. But this board really fits exactly! Martin took her arm and as they hung down, he fastened the leather straps around the wrists. With the ankles, he went the same way.
For Dorothy turned on at once that sense of mercy awareness that they loved. Your neck hair stood up and she could feel the heat in her lap. Martin stood over her and smiled down at her.
"Fancy a Geburtstagsfick" he bluntly asked. Dorothy's cheeks glowed as she nodded. Martin had his still hard cock in his hand. He knelt between her because of the straps wide spread legs and penetrated without any foreplay on a train in them, until they slap his balls against her bottom felt. In this position he was able to penetrate deep into it, like no and she had this stomach-again feeling. How long he was wonderful! While it was always such a Tighten if his glans their way to their cervix paved over, but somehow she liked this slight pain. At least she had never felt uncomfortable.
Just then the phone rang. Martin met with regret and a silent curse, he pulled her back from her. She heard he went into the living room and talked to anyone. Then he was back. He set the phone to listen in and set it before her on the floor.
"Hello?"
"Hey birthday boy, here are Grandpa and Grandma!" It sounded jarring from the phone. Dorothy was about to answer, as Martin rammed his cock back into her womb.
"Ahhhh," she gasped.
"Sweetie, it works you okay? "It sounded worried from the phone.
" I ... I ...., Jaaaa! " Every time Dorothy attaches something to say, Martin came deep into her. It was madness.
"No, Grandma ..." she groaned aloud, "... I'm fine ..." again a deep shock.
"With love and happiness on your birthday, my dear ...," blared the voice. "From me," it was a little thin, probably from the background of her grandfather. Martin fucked her now with strong shocks. Dorothy and her moan could suppress only rarely. What your grandparents probably thought? But it was somehow cool.
"Did you get as gifts already? Inquire of her grandmother.
" Ahhh ..., j ... yes! Have ..., I have. ... All. Very nice! " Dorothy gasped into the phone. My God, what just thought her grandma? Dorothy was between lust and embarrassment torn.
"Well, see you then yes this afternoon for coffee," said her grandmother. "We bring an apple pie with, yes, He is already in the oven!"
"Jaaaaaa" Dorothy shouted it out. She could no longer suppress.
"Yes, all right, baby, I know how you like the like," her grandmother replied at the other end of the line.
Martin moved slowly back from her as her orgasm subsided slowly. He was still hard, it was not yet come. He came around the board around and knelt down in front of Dorothy. He took the phone and held it out to his wife.
"Oh yes, Omi. I'm really, "she said, breathing heavily." Hmmmpf ..., "she just wanted to say something when Martin shoved his cock into her mouth.
"Hello? Are you still there, baby? "Echoed the voice of her grandmother from the listener.
" Hmmpf! " Dorothy was speaking it is not possible. Martin grinned down at her. He took the phone and said, "Hello, here I am, Martin. Dodo grad breakfast "He listened for an Moment. "No, we have to prepare a lot afterwards and you say, but even more, should you not talk with your mouth full!" He grinned at Dodo, laid her hand on his neck and pressed his stiff cock with another in her mouth.
So Dorothy began to grunt and pant, because he also did not stop her uvula, he held out the phone. Dorothy heard her grandmother, but she did not remember what she said. It focused only by the nose to get air and also fell with such a hard part in my mouth already extremely difficult. Nevertheless, she also loved that feeling.
in just the moment when the listeners heard a click and had placed her grandmother, poured Martin himself deep in her throat. Only when his climax was over, he retreated slowly. Dorothy's face was red and his penis as it happened suppositories, they still had to strangle something. Then they finally got right back air. Nevertheless, she felt as if Martin ever made this, as her belly would be just before the explosion.
rang at that moment, there are also at the door. Martin stood with his dripping slowly declining tail together in front of her. They looked up hesitantly. Neither of them knew who might be. The visit was only invited for the afternoon.
"I only see very quickly, OK?" Said Martin, reached after his bathrobe, which hung always in at the bedroom door and pulled it over quickly. He closed the door behind him, but in such a hurry as he was, it does not lock in, but jumped back on a bit.
now cursed Dorothee there anything that she was here tied. She felt even more helpless than usual and now mingled with their still latent lust and a growing sense of insecurity. What if there were already first-wishers after all? Martin could not exactly lead us into her bedroom. Although, the thought, he would probably be able to do that, you could again send shivers down the spine.
After just with the Call knowing they are not what they should believe yet. She was always clear what had happened grade. She had phoned her grandparents and Martin had fucked it. She had gasped and moaned into the phone and if their grandma was still somewhere out of this world when it came to sexual matters, they had to have yet noticed what was going on there, with her granddaughter! And Dorothy had her this afternoon, even the flesh under the eyes occur. She knew now that they would start bright red!
you could hear voices in the hallway, but could not see from here. They moved away, Martin seemed to have gone into the living room with them. So there was nothing to get rid of the fast. Who could the merely be that Martin ahtte not be able to handle on the door.
heard at that moment Dorothy klickernde and clattering footsteps in the hall. Shortly afterwards, the door was flung open. Dorothy looked down at herself, between her legs through the door and was shocked. On her bare belly she stared into the dark brown eyes of Arno. Arno was the Rottweiler of their parents. What's he doing here? Was it because their parents, who had already arrived?
They lived around 300 km away from them, but they came for birthdays all the time. They linked this also like a stroll, but when they announced the most in first. Just because Arnold. They had already tried it for once leave a day in a kennel, but the attempt was apparently failed miserably. Anyway, they had brought with him again every time, and left here with her daughter, stroll when they went.
Dorothy uttered a barely suppressed scream. Arno had pushed his nose between her legs and his long rough tongue licking from bottom to top through her wet and because of the excitement, slightly opened Vötzchen. Dorothee closed his eyes. Where Martin was that? He could not leave here with the dog alone! Not in this situation!
Arno's tongue strokes were more intense, more demanding, was Dorothy. Could it be that he liked the taste? Each time the large tongue over her excited clit Stricht anyway, she had the feeling that if it were one or two inches longer that it would explode!
But then it happened! The things they did not want to think. She and Martin had been on the internet, seen pictures, but never imagined, why women could do such a thing. Arno leaped with his front paws on the board. With the claws of his right paw he scraped painful to Dorothy's side down. But the pain was quickly forgotten. At that moment, that is, as Arno without warning his monster cock in Dorothy's Vötzchen sank. He was panting and drooling
about her and his cock went so deep into it, as was Martin never succeeded before. She had not even guessed that it went so deep into it with her. And she had always thought Martin would be for that matter, well. Like a steam hammer, he went deeper and deeper into it!
It could not be true that her husband would permit, that the dog raped here while he was in the living room nice talking with their parents. Dorothee closed his eyes. They had been on his back, tied as it Martin. And every time Arno, with its hind paws from the floor repelled to penetrate more deeply into it, its fur rubbed on her clit along. Something she had never seen before.
It was hotter than the sex with her husband, it was even hotter than the sex with her husband and his colleagues, which they had been allowed in a few weeks ago. It was cool when it all what she had ever experienced. And it got worse. Or better? She felt Arno started to inject in it. And then she suddenly had the feeling of the already huge tail would blow up in her.
He was quiet now, no longer met with this animal power into them, just like before then. But they felt it would blow up in a ball. She had no children, but she imagined that it would feel like this, at a birth. How could he just be so huge? She made her face contorted with pain.
And the whole time she felt like Arno's cock in her throbbing and again to pump sperm into it seemed. The pressure exerted by the fat tail on her mother's mouth was incredible. Dorothy felt her running down the sweat from his forehead over the cheeks. And then it occurred to her again. They reared up under the heavy loaf of the dog to the extent that was possible, and again she uttered a suppressed cry. Everything exploded before their eyes. It was like a tornado went through it. When Arno now also again like a wild man began to thrust, it was just black out. ....
"Oh my God," Dorothy heard as if through cotton wool in it turned it's all Arnold had, as before, no other driven by an orgasm in the other she felt exhausted as never before, your back pain - with time was Arnold's weight, which still rested on her, but noticeable. And he was still in her Unbelievable!
"Werner, please!" Dorothy came the familiar voice. But she was so upset she could not quite place it. You just got together not think straight. How she knew that voice only. But no sooner was he there, was the thought he disappears again and walked all the feelings back to the pumping Dog cock in her lap.
"Werner, please come quick! Arno ... ... ...! "
" What I Arno? " Werner came around the corner and stopped, as was his wife moments before, are rooted to the spot. Dorothy's parents were not prepared for such a sight. As they should. Sibylle reached for the hand of her husband. Painful clawed her fingers into his palm.
"Why have you not taken care Arno," and she almost whispered. Both are still not touched.
"What?" Martin came in and the hens on the perch they stared at Dorothy and the dog, who was standing over her. From the door you could just between Dorothy's legs look. And the sight of that fist-thick bales that seemed to put in it because they did stop all the air.
Sibylle, Dorothy's mother began to appear first again. "Oh God, my child," she sobbed. She knelt at the head end of the bench and stroked her daughter's compassionate about the sweaty cheek. "I'm not wanted!" It cost a lot of
Dorothee effort to open his eyes. Terror spread through her as she looked into the eyes of her mother. What had to happen today because the whole story. Another orgasm ripped through her body. They did not resist it. She knew it would subside only when stop Arno would. She felt her mother took her hand.
"We did not want," whispered her mother. What did she mean it? What are they talking about? What was she doing here anyway? Why she helped her not, and what they have not wanted? She succeeded not just the thoughts to sort them all. So, as if hundreds of pieces in her head flying about but never put together into a whole.
"Werner!" she heard her mother tell his side. The voice was sharp and hissing. Her father was so well there? Who then everything else? The whole family? Dorothy closed her eyes in resignation. If they could see them so here. Could you imagine anything more embarrassing?
"Werner, but can not you!" The voice of her mother fell to the ground. From the corner of his eye could see Dorothee, like Werner, her father, along the bank entered. He looked down at his daughter and confused recognized Dorothee a glow in his eyes. She had always loved his eyes more. Despite the many wrinkles now, but he had always had a smile in his eyes. That smile was still there, but it was mixed with something else. Something that Dorothy with her father had never seen before.
He went a little further approach the head and put his daughter's hand on his forehead. Wiped her, like automatically, from the sweat and stroked her then lovingly through his hair. And when they saw it. Dorothy realized what had meaning to this special light in his eyes. It was initially by her mother, who still clutched her side and her hand was crouched, hidden.
Her father had his pants open and held his stiff and stretched upward link in the hand. Arno again made some quick and powerful Fickbewegungen and struck a second time to Dorothy over the threshold. She clung to her mother's hand and screamed out her pleasure without damping. What number of the orgasm had now been? The fifth? The sixth? She could not remember.
Sibylle had red cheeks. When her and her daughter met the veiled glance, they looked to the ground. She understood even not what happened here around them. Her husband stood next to her and masturbated openly in front of the eyes appear completely both their daughter. She saw Dorothy's eyes wandered away from her to her husband how she up at him, looked again at a seemingly very powerful impact of the huge Rottweilers, eyes uttered briefly closed, and a squeal, as if a young kitten by mistake stepped on the tail. Then they
opened his eyes again. Looked up to her father and then him down. Stared at his cock. Watched as he slowly but rhythmically pushed his foreskin back and forth.
"Cool, Dad!" Dorothy moaned softly. "It is soooo cool, Papi! "
" Yes, my dear, "replied her father. He bent down to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. When Dorothy stood, to the extent that was possible, the neck hairs. The fit here is not all together. Sex and their parents, that was something that was impossible for them so far actually. No, she had never thought about it. Especially with her mother, she saw them again with the ambitions of the hair you indispensable kitchen apron in front of him and this and even the slightest thought of sex is excluded from easy.
Arno's tail in it once more began to twitch. Again it hot shot into it you responded back her body to these stimuli.
"Oh, Daddy, please! Not again, "she moaned softly as einweiterer orgasm roared through her exhausted body. It reared up, so far allowed the heavy dog's body on her and her hands groped for support. Where the hand of her mother? Eben she was still have been there! Panting, she threw her head back and forth. Her father was still standing next to her. In it was only a tail. hard, thick, demanding, poking. And before her was also a tail. It was all about.
Dorothy thought only of cock. The longer you put in Arno, the greater he came before her. Could it be that he had grown still larger, longer, thicker? No. could not be. Nevertheless, she was filled up in the last corners. Nothing could fit more into it and yet she felt again, as he once again erupted in her. His hot semen, was hunting one more time into it.
Dorothy opened her eyes. Her father was still there. Where was your mother? She turned her head hard on the other side. Back to the bed and she closed her eyes. Was this all a dream? She experienced not really. That could not be. This had nothing to do with reality. Could have nothing to do with it.
It could not be her mother, who was lying on the bed! But who would be? She lay on her back, her legs seem almost obscene spread. The dress was pushed up to the thighs and stockings hung by their feet. And Martin, even knelt YOUR Martin, his stiff cock in hand, between the legs .. and was about to ... ... ... ...? Dorothee closed his eyes again. No, it could all be!
Arno yelped softly, she heard his panting and Dorothy felt her dripping slobber in his neck. He let out a dark growl and then he began at once to fuck into them, as if he is not already at least a (perceived) would have done hour. In truth, no more than 20 minutes had passed since he had come to the door beginning.
Dorothy's exhausted Body was from the powerful impact a shaken again and again. Arno's fur rubbed on her belly and breasts. Much worse, however, was that his fuck the friction on her clitoris become to sensitive again increased. Could you actually die from too many orgasms?
"Daddy, please help me!" She gasped and looked to her father, who is now just standing over her at the head high. Started now also have everything in it, it's turning. Probably because of her father head saw. he smiled? he grinned? She was not able to interpret his expression.
"YES! NO!" she cried. And then, only softly, "Stop please! "Arno howled and shot her a further charge in the loaf. When Dorothy opened her eyes again, she saw her father locked to the bed looked over. She followed shaking his gaze. Martin was lying on her mother. Her legs were around his hips wrapped and you could only guess at Martin's hip movements, as always in his cock rammed into his mother.
"Oh, my G .... God," stammered Dorothy's father. She saw how his hand moved faster. What happened here with them? She stared at the cock of her father. The glans disappeared into his fist, then she reappeared. His hand was always faster. He put his head back and began to moan.
"Daddy," gasped Dorothy, again driven by Arno at the peak of pleasure. She put her head back as far as it went and looked at her father. "Daddy please!" Werner stopped and looked down at his daughter. Their eyes met. Something happened to them. Dorothy's cheeks flared with each of Arno's impact. So, as they would have the pressure he exerted deep into her, let out through her mouth again.
Werner's views moved away from that of his daughter and moved to Arnold, to his almost robotic working behind. He tried to imagine what had to feel his daughter. But of course he succeeded not. Even so, not because of this feeling he be so filled, as a man simply could not understand. Nevertheless, he had to admit, never to anything so horny Seen so far.
If he had previously described such a situation and someone would have said that the woman on the bench, wait, that looked more like an ironing board! his daughter, he would have declared a one for those crazy. Because - his daughter would never do! Then he would probably cut him out of the boots, but that he had presented such a thing. One thing he could but in any case vigorously denied - that it would have been cool.
Now he knew better. Much better. And he did not know whether to feel good about it. When he saw Dorothy's face, and everything else was ignored, she was still his little daughter, whom he - was already soooo long? - Rocked on his knees had. If he then met her gaze, then already changed this Yes, it was still his daughter. But the unbridled lust of his eyes shone. This view, he did not know of her, but he admitted to himself that the view of its effect on missed him.
Silent screams attracted his attention. He turned his head and when he saw his son in law was the feet of his wife laid on the shoulders and its tail repeatedly banging into it - yes, otherwise you could not call it - and again and again, "Martin! Fuck me! Fuck me! "Gasped walked, his hand once again to his own tail.
" Papi! " He heard Dorothy say quietly. He looks down at her. "Please, Daddy," she said, and then it shot through him hot and cold. She opened her mouth. On and on. It could not be! Or? Why is he now had such thoughts? Thoughts that he had never had, he as a father also could not have!
"Papi! Please, yes!" Much more she brought out not. Automatically, without thinking, he took a step closer to her. Its tail in his fist was now almost over Dorothy's face. Again she opened her mouth, invited him, wanted him, he felt. Again and again she had last looked across the bed. Where her husband drove it pretty wild with her mother. Was that it?
matter! Werner pulled his foreskin all the way back and slowly lowered his cock into her mouth. The lips closed around his daughter, his penis and he felt no, not to die. To burn up. He had never done something so bad, forbidden. Not so!
Dorothy put her head on the neck. The "head" of the ironing board folded down with a time off and her head sank further back. In this Arno moment howled loudly. A stabbing pain shot through Dorothy. Starting from her womb, he shot through the body to his finger tips. With a wet smacking Arno's cock slipped out of her. The pain must have been this bead.
Dorothy tried to escape this pain, automatically and pushed each other so well it was on the board upward, away from the dog, who slipped to the back of it down. But wanted to flee in the direction in which she was her father. He had even closed his eyes, simply because he wanted to feel those feelings, the lips of his own daughter on his tail and his penis so hard to enjoy as possible.
Werner was Dorothy's Movement as surprised as she was suddenly choking itself as this. Dorothy made a face, but then it was over. First they both realized not know what had happened. Werner stuck with the whole length of his cock in the mouth of his daughter.
He could still remember the scandal that the film "Deep Throat" was released in the 70s. He and his buddies had him at that time considered a matter of course. They had cool place, but that he now almost 30 years later, should do even something like this was in itself hardly comprehensible. And the neck in which he put right now, was one of his own daughter.
With a loud grunt came to him. He was Dorothy's Head with both hands, drew back his tail a bit, pushed him back into it and splashed all over.

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Our dogs

Hello
It is again blogging time.
The children have left home (school) and my husband - again - on a business trip. Today I would like
make you aware first of our two favorites.

Max is a boxer-Great Dane mix.
We have taken him 2 years ago from a friendly couple. They are professionally gone for a few years abroad. Come back but probably early next year. Perhaps because they expect a few surprises! ;-)

And this is Horst , our chocolate Labrador.

I do not know if this is a (semi-) official name for the brew Labradors, I call him so anyway because it tastes delicious as chocolate. We have it from a breeder because I necessarily wanted to have a brown Lab.

Horst is now 6 and has a rich Erfahrungssschatz. He is well educated and trained. With him there, otherwise than by Max no problems with visitors. Max is simple (yet?) Too wild and impetuous.

Max has us with his wild (but lovable) type, has frequently embarrassed. He basically has the stoic mind noticed a dog. With it you can not really do anything. But he also just has a little more dominant swagger of a boxer. If he has something in his head, he also tries to enforce. And if he go with his size and his fighting weight for the first time sets, then you already have problems.

When he was younger, has a colleague at times we stayed in room (after a carnival party with us) and the "mistake" made to leave the door ajar. We were awakened in the middle of the night by their cries, because he had just pulled her and the ceiling at the moment when we came into the room, just above her crouched and tried to "rape" them. That was very unpleasant and cost us a lot of persuasion to soothe like again.

it is thanks to him, however, that our relationship has improved significantly to my in-laws. But perhaps even more on that later.

The two are so completely different in character. For Max, it is so that you, as long as he feels good, really can do with him. He still holds and can really do anything with it (just mastiff). If it is then, however, "For cause" is, it is wild. From vanilla sex can there really no longer an issue. Therefore, because Maria has not yet familiar range in the final analysis.

Horst is more likely because of the good-natured. He was, for that matter, also much more docile, self-Max as "Middle", one can stop it with a short command. This is for dogs very remarkable. We have certainly never experienced it with any other dog. He loves what one can teach only a few dogs, I have experienced, the missionary position. As I them, have long been in dogs also prefer the kind, because the appeal by the rubbing of the skin on the clitoris is simply incredible, Horst my avowed Favorite. If I am in the mood but after a quickie or just after brutal animalistic dog sex, then my choice would always Max!

So, I would (will find my email addy as their link in my profile) your mails or comments forward. Each (s) who writes, will also look for recognition. Because I distinguish myself from others. And who writes is in some ways an exhibitionist. And what exhibitionist gained satisfaction without an audience?

After all have been over 160 people viewed me. But only 4 have so far left a comment and for contacting me. Conversely, I would have found it better!

So - let's hear from you. I do not bite!

Doris

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defloration (My first blog entry)

As an introduction I would like to reproduce an extract from an email that I sent not too long ago a "friend" from a chat

Hello xxx
This is simply a different way of life there (Note: South Africa) . You have to know well that there until not so long ago, the Dutch have managed with 'ne art colony. maybe as you said the concept Apaartheit something. there was a rather large gap between rich and poor. At bottom, the then simultaneously between white and black. It was a long time real slavery. the black have lived in huts or something and the white in their villas. of course, was not the case everywhere, but in many places.

my grandparents had the good fortune to take over at some point a small farm and take care of themselves can. my grandpa has worked alongside still with the white on the fields. but at some point then no more. but that was all still before my birth.
I'm there on the farm come to the world (long time ago).

but now with what is perhaps most interesting for you (great)?
pet have always been very important in South Africa. they were for the guarding and protection essential. therefore they were treated very well. they had a very high status on a farm. I think it is cheerful also an extent.

It used to be really good, slavery times to the right that on such a farm by the Dutch always had a few girls who cared only about the dogs.

The Dutch were probably even pretty rampant, as they say, and have often brought black slaves in their houses, to have fun with them. and the girl who had to take care of the dog, which was on it on the farms usually best. they got good food and had to live in the house. therefore wanted to make a lot of young girls. The catch was that they had to let him fuck the dogs. sounds bad, right? was there, as my grandparents have told irgedwie normal. No one was bothered.

Today, the intended not as blatant, but much has remained well preserved. I can still remember way back when I was little, if any of our dogs had once again driven animal, or even a thief, my grandmother, my mother sometimes went with him in the stall. We are child behind and then often have looked around the corner (in secret of course). because we went right around. have blown it and then leap on him and fucking leave.

And what As for freedom of movement in the family, because it was very different than in the comparatively prudish Europe. but that was also because there are often large families all lived in a large room. he spent as a child just does not want you mitbekam early quantitative one.

with my grandparents it was so, they did have a farm house relatively large and massive, but since the child had no own room. There were two large dormitories in which the same were several large beds. basically, these were the huts, as they were before, only much more beautiful and basically with luxury.

and something like an incest taboo or so was unknown to us. the only thing I could remember was that you made sure when to get pregnant then only by his own man be. in so where's that were so. but otherwise it was going to be quite liberal.

I can still remember from my early youth, I was just up to my 6th or 7 year of life down there with my grandparents that I've already noticed more often, like my grandpa on my mom's or their sister got into bed. it has not disturbed when we were children in the room. it was simply to live there about how to work and eat.

or when I eat out with my grandma on the field have brought, as it was then also that there was quickly blown or fucked.

children went to us, of course not as over. if you have the eye always as before, play the yes and went back home. we have our own early experiences collected. with our brothers or cousins mostly. and it was often from the older ones. have learned so that even for that matter, the younger from the older.

Well, it look after me please if I made it with the spelling, sometimes with the sentence structure is not as accurate have. In the chat and the mail is sometimes. I have reproduced here, to our way of life to explain something.

in the next couple blog entries I deepen even further.

Doris