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SOCCER—CHAPTER 26
We left the balcony and
went back into the hotel room. Gerda was
still breathing deeply and her bustier was bunched around her midriff. Her skin glistened from the climax I gave. She unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it,
and left it beside the bed. The denim
was stained with chocolate and cream. I
admired her backside: it was large and round, and surprisingly firm for a woman
of her age. Gerda glanced over her
shoulder and caught me studying her body.
A wry smile lit up her face.
She turned and stood in
front of me, with our bodies not quite touching. Her face tilted and instinctively I bent down
and kissed her. I could taste desert as
her tongue poked in my mouth. I felt her
cup my genitals.
“Ihre Eier müssen verletzt
warden.” My balls were hurting, swollen
from being aroused over the past few days.
It didn’t help any when Gerda squeezed my sac and my testicles were
trapped by the straps of the cock ring.
She kept kissing me deeply, tongue pressing against the inside of my cheeks,
while her fingers nimbly unfastened the leather bindings while massaging my
balls. Needless to say I was getting
harder by the minute.
“Wir müssen duschen…
shower we must.” She grabbed me by my
erection and led me to bathroom.
She drew a lukewarm, almost
cool, stream of water. She lathered up
chest and back and pushed me under the showerhead to rinse me off. Gerda then got on her haunches and soaped the
lower half of my body. The water
streamed over her head and her hair plaited into strands. She maneuvered to wash my buttocks; her
small, muscular fingers kneaded the cheeks and then pulled them apart. I felt Gerda’s hot breadth a fraction before
her tongue touch my anus. It felt both
cold and hot as Gerda’s tongue explored past the opening.
By the time she spun me
around and started washing the front of my legs I was swelled up. My prick swung like a derrick threatening to
crash against Gerda’s face. When she
lathered up my privates she idly dug her fingernails into the pursed skin of my
scrotum. She steered me under the stream
of water rinsing of the suds. She held
my prick close to her face as if inspecting it for any flaw. Her tongue pierced between her lips and
darted to the eye on the tip of my penis.
Her lips opened and half my length was engulfed by her mouth. She paused, regulating her breathing, and
then took the rest of me with a slight stubbornness as she overcame her gag
reflex.
I could feel the head
of my cock in her throat. Then, soft
pulsing of Gerda’s tongue on the underside of my penis, and pushing against my
urethra. Gerda’s lips and nose mashed
into my wet wiry pubic hair. She had one
hand grasping my buttocks so I couldn’t, even if I had wanted to, pull out of
her divine mouth. With the other she
cupped my balls. The oral ministration
on went for a couple of minutes with her warm exhalations muffled in my pubes.
Finally she released
me, gasping, and wrapped both hands around my cock. She twisted each wrist in opposite rotation, thumbs
pressing the under-tube of my cock coaxing me to release, looking upward as my
prick swung above her face. A drip of
pre-cum oozed from my meatus which Gerda immediately dabbed with the tip of her
tongue.
She released me and
stood up. She turned away so I faced her
back. I grabbed her, my arms clasping
under her breasts, and pulled her close.
The base of my erection and my balls pressed between her buttocks, and
the rest of the length rested on her vertebrae.
Gerda handed me the small bar of hotel soap that I rubbed over her
shoulders and back. I nuzzled the nape
of her neck and then wiped the soap over her breasts. Her nipples perked and her ass ground into my
groin.
I got on my knees and
ran the soap up the back of her legs.
Gerda’s legs were kind of stubby, but there was a defined crease between
her thighs and buttocks. I ran my tongue
in each groove and felt her tingle. She
leaned forward exposing both openings. I
licked around Gerda’s anal rosebud and then the slightly open furrow of her
cunt. She was wet, not from the shower,
and rubbed herself in a circular motion against my lapping mouth before finally
pulling away. Sitting on the edge of the
tub, the shower curtain taut and a backing for her torso, Gerda opened her
thighs.
After soaping her
ankles and calves I washed her thighs, and then her belly. Her stomach was probably the least tight part
of Gerda’s body. I soaped her belly and
then her hips; Gerda spread her thighs more.
Her outer labia reminded me of coral, growing pinker and crenellating
with each moment. She shivered when my
tongue coursed down and then up her slit.
As she reached for the taps her pendulous breasts rapped my skull, and
she turned off the flow of water.
“Come,” she said,
giddily standing up and pulling back the shower curtain. I followed and grabbed a towel to dry her.
“Nien.” She pushed the towel away and grasped my
penis. Gerda led me back to the
bedroom. We were both soaked and we left
wet footprints in the plush amber carpet.
She sat on the side of the bed still holding my cock. She positively glistened. Through the open French doors the noise of
the square filtered into the room almost making our actions a public spectacle.
I stepped back and fell
to my knees. My erection glanced against
my belly as I leaned between her legs.
The artificial carpet fiber burned my knees as my faced plunged onto
Gerda’s pussy. I swung my head
back-and-forth over her thick salty lips, teasing her. Gerda grasped the back of my head with both
hands and with fingers under my ears persuaded me (easily) to target her
clitoris with my tongue. I parted the
hood with the index finger of my right hand, and lashed at the nubbin. My left thumb traced round the opening of her
vagina; shifting down on the mattress Gerda grasped my other index finger with
her asshole. Her legs swung over my
shoulders, and heels kicked against my back.
I had three fingers in
her cunt, two in her ass, and my tongue swirling on her clit when Gerda had her
first orgasm. Well of this session. My mouth was drowning in her wetness.
Gerda pushed me away as
I titillated her erogenous areas post-climax.
“Geben Sie mir Ihr
großes Steife.”
I stood up. The bed was so high that my waist was level
with her prostrate body. As I stepped
closer to Gerda she grabbed my big stiff and aimed it. My dick slipped into her wet hole.
Finally… my head was
crowded with all that led up to my plunging into Gerda. The masturbation in the country, the quick
blow job when we moved the bookcase to my flat, my licking, sucking and
satisfying her ever-wanting cunt…
My dick slid almost all
the way into Gerda’s slick pussy. When I
hit her cervix there was only an inch or two of my cock that was not inside
her. I looked down on my prick, most of
it inside Gerda. I looked at her face
and she smiled; I slid an inch in and out of her. She grimaced for a second and I thought I was
hurting her. Then the exertion on her
face translated to my prick. Her cunny
grasped me in a death grip… every sinew of mine in her wrestled against her
strength to control my cock in her pussy.
“Dies fühlt gut,” Gerda
said, and reached out to squeeze one of my nipples between the knuckles of her
middle and index finger. I winced at the
pain, and fucked her harder. But it did
feel good… Gerda’s pussy was naturally loose but muscular and squeezed my
length. I placed my palms on the orbs of
her breasts, and her hips bucked against me.
Somehow I knew she
wasn’t close to coming again but I was.
The blue-balling throughout the day had me teetering.
“Erzählen Sie mir wenn
Sie kommen.” I was going to come any
moment, as if Gerda didn’t know.
My dick plunged in and
out, and Gerda clasped its length, raising my ecstasy. I wanted to get her off again, but couldn’t
restrain my need to explode.
“Kommen Sie
Don’t cum in her, cum
on her face.
The memory of the
teenage slut Vanessa, cum dripping off her cheeks in the locker room back home
in
And all this sperm,
teased as I had been for the last week, needed to escape. Gerda’s pussy clenched me again and took me
over the edge. I pulled out of her. The first thick spurt sprang over her belly
and between her breasts. It was thick,
the consistency of wood glue. The second
gush swept over Gerda’s breasts with the end of the string blasting on her
chin. Gerda leant up to take my cock in
her mouth but wasn’t fast enough to stop the third gush plastering her
cheeks. She sucked the last eruptions
into her mouth, her tongue coaxing my sperm down her gullet.
I lay down on the
bed. Gerda suckled my dying cock. My come dripped from her face onto my
belly. I felt empty and filled at the
same time. I flopped on the mattress
beside her, a weeks’ worth of come expunged from my body. Gerda took the corner of the top sheet and
dabbed, the wiped, my come off her face.
She tickled my balls
and got up, closed the balcony doors, and then I heard the faucets in the
bathroom running and guessed she was washing her face. I lay on my back and stared and the
ceiling. Wow, I thought to myself…
Gerda came back and lay
beside me. She pulled the covers over my
spent body, placed her chin on my shoulder, and tickled my balls as I fell
asleep.