SexEuroCup - 2008 - Poland Group B

I slid my arms under his shoulders and stroked his hair, as he sighed softly and settled into our embrace. It was so easy at first, so simple and so smooth; as if we were meant to fit together like two missing pieces of a jig-saw. Clasped between his bum-cheeks, my organ seemed to slide effortlessly towards the awaiting gateway of his anus, which relaxed and welcomed my slippery eagerness with only the slightest of movements on my part. As I entered him, the warmth of his insides greeted me and that warmth seemed to envelope my whole body and my passion was aroused. It was only then that I felt resistance, a tenseness that threatened to frustrate me at this desperate moment of no return. I pushed forward and he groaned quietly, shifting slightly beneath me. I kissed the back of his neck, still salty from seawater and breathed softly behind his ear, as I pushed harder and he stifled a slight yelp, as I felt his insides give way and the swollen head of my organ slipped deeper into his insides. My head was in turmoil; I was in heat, consumed by his body and desperate with desire to defile him and yet a voice kept saying, “Forbidden sex; incest, you disgusting person!” And yet fetish another voice was saying, “He’s not really your brother; you don’t have a brother; do it! Take him!” In the heat of that moment, my passion began building from amateur my groin, churning in my balls and throbbing in my tool, enveloped within the soft, warm interior Deryk’s backside. My cum rose within me and without any movement, I felt it surging forward through my cock and filling his interior, as my orgasm exploded through my body like an internal tidal wave from my head to my toes. Spent, for the second time today, I lay still on his back, as I felt him sigh gently and moan softly. Slowly, my erection subsided and slipped from Deryk’s rear, retreating to its more usual home between my balls. It now laying, exhausted and drained against Deryk’s balls within the gap between his legs. I carefully rolled him over onto his back and watched, as if in slow motion, his partially engorged penis roll slowly upwards across his tummy, to lay gently throbbing, growing harder as I watched. His balls churned in their pouch, as it tightened around them and I was transfixed. He sighed. “I wanted to come too, you know,” he whispered, “this morning, in the sea. But there wasn’t time for both of us.” He closed his eyes but his organ still throbbed, now straight and hard at an angle, not quite touching his stomach. I reached out and as I touched his erect tool, it seemed to jump into my hand, eager to be satisfied. I gently slid down his foreskin, revealing its soft pink head, from which a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed and fell into Big Tits the hairs of his soft treasure-trail. At the same time, he seemed to sigh and groan in both contentment and expectation. I leaned forward and took his organ into my mouth and tasted his juices, sweet and salty, as I began to work his tool up and down, up and down. He whimpered and groaned and it didn’t take him long; he was so pent-up. As I sucked and teased and caressed his hard manhood, out of the corner of my eye, I could see the muscles of his legs rippling and flexing and I could feel his pelvis rising towards me, as he began to arch his back, desperate for release. Then with a great gasp of relief, he came into mouth, not in short, hard jets but in what seemed like one long and exhausting gush that filled my mouth with his warm brotherly fluids. As I felt with one hand the rapid throbbing of his perineum behind his balls, I swallowed and sucked and licked until his organ throbbed its last throws of his exhausted orgasm. He fell asleep. teen The sun was now going down and I realized that my friends back at the hotel would be wondering where I was; although I had phoned about mid-day, they hadn’t seen me since breakfast. I took out my phone and thought for a moment. Not wanting to have to explain everything, I decided to text my best friend saying I had met someone I knew out of the blue and we were going for a drink over at Dockyard (which was the other end of the island from the hotel), so not to expect me back for dinner. I finished by saying, “Don’t wait up,” - plain code for, “I might be getting my leg over!” It was kind of true really; I just hoped that my friend getting the message would not pass on the last bit of my message to the others, as they might not be as understanding as him! But things were to take a surprising turn, as that evening unfolded………. Ali is my sister in law and at 37, 5 feet 6 tall, size 12 with strikingly natural black bobbed hair, she is a very normal, shy mum of three. Our two families have grown up together like a lot of families, spending Christmases and other holidays at each other's homes. As I showered, watching the teen man showering, the naked man who I first saw came into the shower; followed by the man with the phone who had now got naked as well. The darkness had been pure bliss, a blanket of nothing to drape over my mind, gently dulling the cruel light of life. I said maybe I Will, but right now I am missing all my girls. Daughters I would raise and love. The creature was part of the null-space they had travelled through. I felt the warmth and wetness of his mouth on my skin and involuntarily arousal surged through me. As he used his tongue to slide it very lightly, but rapidly over my nipple a moan escaped me. The next instant his right hand groped my other breast� so hard that Big Tits i screamed out. The only problem was, the more she paced the more agitated she got. Rhonda, there is a mirror over there; you can get dressed, fetish fix your hair and makeup, and then straighten your clothes while I amateur wipe down the couch.” Rhonda got up obediently and Jackie proceeded to wipe the couch and then sprayed a little fragrance to hide the musky odor of teenage pussy. He was almost as hung as one of my daughters, but I still dwarfed him. He sized them up and wondered whether they were still small enough to be sucked into his mouth and tormented by his thrashing tongue. "In a morning?" she asked. I had recently showered so, if she was trying to determine if there were any type of taste, more than likely she hadn’t detected any. Willowbud felt the earth and rocks beneath her, she felt the power she had over them, but her father’s words cut into her mind, don’t swear, don’t kill, don’t show them what you are. He smashed my head between her legs and bucked wildly.