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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