The Old Horny Woman And Ten Wanking Men At The Nudist Beach

Suddenly this woman was lying on the nudist beach next to me. She looks constantly, at my elevation in bathing trunks. This woman was so horny that she fasted to my cock unabashedly. Without a word she took it strongly sucking in the mouth.

A few weeks had passed since I had set myself five piercings: four rings in the scrotum, all strung over each other and against each other, but most of the time covered by my cock, and a ring over the Schwaenzle in the abdominal wall, the locking ball hanging down exactly on the penis. I had been to a quarry pond a couple of times this summer; but now I finally wanted to return to the nudist area of our outdoor pool.

The woman was staring at me constantly at the swimming trunks

It’s Sunday afternoon, and the textile lawns are jam-packed. I’m carrying my mattress and the sack of learning gear towards nude fencing: It’s just as crowded there too far too many men, few older couples, a few maybe single women. I march towards cooling showers (there are no swimming pools in the fence) and discover a free spot on the edge. I spread, undress, lay down, read, write and learn. … When I’m lying, I’m deliberately just lying on my stomach — I’m here to work! When I look up after a rest, I realize that I have gotten an older woman as a neighbor: an older woman in sunglasses, not very slim. Oh well. I sit up and continue to learn cross-legged. The woman stared at me. Somehow I suspect that she is watching me; the distance eye-to-tail is less than two feet. I look at her sunglasses, but do not recognize anything. I get nervous and excited; I kind of like that. I decide to give the old woman a treat: I lie on my back and do some wild theoretical thinking, swearing on the scariest stories to suppress an erection, and maybe even taking a look at mine to allow four Hafadas; It works for a while, then I have to sit up quickly, before my Zipfele had put on. — The old woman sits opposite me, without sunglasses, and looks at me, directly and mischievously, and then the woman looks deeper. I’m hard and enjoy it, I turn head-on to the old woman and let him jump up past my ankles. Let the woman see everything. He is pulsing.

Somehow I smell the horny woman, something does not happen to me often. I whisper to her that I’m very nervous, but that she can have everything from me … I’m so horny now. I give her my business card, take a shower in the textile area and leave the outdoor pool. When I unlock the bike outside, she stands behind me. She leaves her bike here, I always have a second helm, and we drive to a nearby lake, which only some know – no official bathing, high grass, many moorings, a few bushes. On the way from the forest to the lake, we grope ourselves constantly. We both know what’s coming. I have the smell of this woman running in the nose, my cock is already dripping. I am looking for a cookie; in the distance are a few tightened and naked tensioners to see — no matter. Immediately we moved out. The woman throws me back, grabs my cock and sucks him while she kneads me the eggs and pulls a bit to the Ringlein. I’m blown away, I moan, I grab her hair, I’m in her mouth. We are no longer alone — about ten naked men stand around us and rub their tails.

The woman sits in the middle of my face and I lick her rag

Slowly I recover while she crawls all over me and keeps her cunt in front of her face. She smells, she has hair, but that does not matter now. I lick her wet lips, spread the rags, lick over her hard bud. The old woman trembles every time, and I get hard again very quickly. I quickly fish for a condom in my purse, roll it over, and we roll around. I lie between her legs and push her the bar in until it stops; my pubic bone with the abdominal wall ring, I press hard against her shame. I grab her arms and push her up into the grass so that her armpit lies helpless in front of me. Her thighs cling to me, she takes her pelvis up — she wants. From our viewers I hear only an uncontrolled snort here and there. Slowly I drive out; sometimes we look each other in the eye; she looks anxious and relish at the same time. I could kill her and stroke her at the same time — or better still – poppen.

A quiet “Yes.” comes out of her mouth. My rings strum at the clean and out. “Yes … yes-ha.” I bite her upper arm. I gradually shift from slow movements with pressure against her pubic area to faster, until I clap in ever-faster rhythm against her pubic mound; I strive to push hard, so she gets a lot of friction. “Yes, hard, hard …” The woman approaches me in her movements. “More quickly.” I have to be careful not to slip. “Press my tits, hard, says the old woman.” I am pressing one; it’s hard to keep the pace. “Harder”. Harder. “Harder.” Harder still. “Meeehr!” I squeeze like I’ve never pressed a female breast before; in the other I bite myself briefly. The woman cries, she cramps, she comes; she pushes me away from her; I can not touch her anymore. I’m still in the middle, tear the condom from my cock and jerk off uncontrollably. A few of the men dare, seek eye contact, join in. We moan and squirt on her breasts, her belly, in her hair, everywhere … slowly the woman rubs everything on her body and licks her hands.