Dripping Horny Pussy Meets Broken Giant Cucumber

The day started hazy and it seemed that the rain clouds would win. But the weather forecast was right and it was still a nice September Sunday, when I met a cucumber in a lustful plump vagina.

That had, however, that only a few people went for a walk on the outskirts of the city. If one left the well-trodden paths along the lake to the excursion restaurants, one hardly met anyone. However, it was also clear that I probably would find the whole day hardly anyone to entertain. Also good, you could hang on to his thoughts. In order to avoid a large crowd of cats and dogs, I decided to take a barely traveled path, at the end of which I suspected a penitentiary. Barely a few paces gone, I heard a faint whimpering or moaning from the undergrowth of the beginning forest. I listened with curiosity as to whether the sound came from a human or an animal. After all, there were many wild boars here. But that did not sound like wild boar and I decided to look around the shrubs as silently as possible. What I saw was indeed not a boar, but a little horny pig.

Pussy had problems, the cucumber in her broke off

She was over 40, had her breasts hanging out of her bra and played with one hand. With the other she fumbled between her thighs. At least that’s what it looked like, because she still had the pantyhose on. The horny bitch was pretty well built, which I noticed only marginally. What impressed me most was her huge nipples. I had never seen such big, let alone sucked on it. I decided to enjoy the sight. My best piece was already in attack mood. After about three or four minutes, the horny being ceased to satisfy himself with a deep sigh and dropped to his knees. The big boobs rocked back and forth and the view of a not very big but firm butt under the thin summer skirt was released. She rummaged in her bag and I expected that the horny bitch brings out a dildo. But it was a cucumber of considerable size. Vötzchen, so I had christened the horny woman now, now took off her pantyhose and panties. Then disappeared, accompanied by quite loud moaning the cucumber bit by bit between the spread thighs in the probably quite plump pussy. Back and forth, Vötzchen slid the cucumber, pulled it out in between to lick the coconut juice from the cucumber. Then it went on. Me too. I was about to get my pants full, because it happened: V Vötzchen broke off the cucumber and a piece stuck deep in her cunt. She tried convulsively to pull the cucumber from her cunt – but she could not do it.

Now or never I thought, stepped out of the bushes, accompanied by a sharp scream from Vötzchen, who was trying at the same time to cover her tits, to hide the cucumber and to cover her dripping cunt, which she did very poorly. I introduced myself as a doctor and offered to rescue her from her predicament. Willingly she spread her legs and for the first time I saw her gorgeous cunt. This even further, I grabbed the cucumber with three fingers and pulled them out. With a trembling voice, she asks if everything would be out. I said, I had to look again and stuffed, accompanied by a renewed outcry on your part, my fist in her horny and totally wet Vötzchen. For several minutes I searched with one hand deep in her after the cucumber, with the other I massaged her buxom bust. Then I pulled my hand out with a loud blubber from the huge twitching pussy. She was shaking all over, when I thought I had to examine her buttocks now. Against their protest, I immediately led two fingers in the probably virgin rump.

Suddenly she asked me to examine her Vötzchen again

Deep inside, they feel such a twitch. I told her that I could not do that for her without a fee. She wanted to know what the treatment costs. I told her that I really want to chew on her nipples and want eight buttons from her skirt. She looked at me in amazement, but nicely disconnected the buttons. There were four left. Then I made myself greedy about Gittis, that’s what Vötzchen really called pompoms. My rascal went crazy in my pants, so I had to come up with something. I put Gitti’s bra, panties, tights and T-shirt in my backpack, put her skirt and the very transparent blouse in her hand and pulled her to a very slanted tree, on the grounds that she could better examine them there , I tied with the pantyhose Gittis hands behind the tree and with the cord from my backpack the legs. Then I dropped my pants and pushed without Gitti a moment to come to his senses, my hard and not exactly small tail in her dripping cunt. She acknowledged the beginning of the investigation with a scream that turned into lusty groaning.

After I injected Gitti a full load of cream in the pussy and she had a crazy orgasm, her cunt calmed down and she said she was well again. I spoke again and told her she was suffering from the Pussy-Geilus syndrome. As the test showed, her sperm would help her. I put my business card in her pussy, cut the tights of her hands with the penknife, told her how she got to the bus and left. Twenty minutes later, as I climbed two stops into the almost empty bus, a woman was sitting there, under whose transparent blouse two plump boobs were crowned by two huge nipples. The woman stood up, her wide-open summer skirt gave the view of a plump cunt, came to me, handed me a business card and asked how she would come to the address. I could help her. I will always think back to the woman with the cucumber. This story was kindly provided by Rene.