Gunta

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GuntaShe wasn´t even very beautiful, no. Her face had an interesting asymmetry, especially the eyes. A strange girl from Latvia, a young woman really, in her late twenties. She was tall but not skinny. Attractive, though she had no frontpage looks at all. Her clothes always seemed on or two sizes too small for her, she more than filled them. And yet, these curves and protruding parts were of a kind that turned men on. She knew it. We never made passes at each other, I was her uni teacher after all. Possibly she sensed my theoretical interest in her. She had a way of not looking directly at you, but then giving you a sideways glance that could not be clearly interpreted. In any case, I lost the contact as soon as she was out of her exams. Until that day.It was one of those evenings when I just wanted to eat something and go to bed early, a long and tiring day behind me and more days like this before me. I went to a small village pub out of town on the way home. Dim lights, low hanging lamps over coarse tables, coarse wooden beams supporting the ceiling, dark wood all around. Just a dozen people or so were quietly hanging round, it was a lazy kind of late evening. I didn´t notice at first, but when she suddenly stood before me, it was like a pleasant electric shock running down from my eyes to my crotch. An unreadable faint smile played on her face when she took my order. I could only stare at her swinging backside that was squeezed into the tight, short black shirt she wore as she walked off to the bar. It was not less arousing than the sight of her firmly packed white blouse, the buttons a bit stressed, the fabric opening just a tiny space between each of them. Gosh, this was unexpected! I was happy that the heavy wooden table was hiding the action that just took place between my legs.I had never imagined that drying glasses could be an erotic act. She made it one. Her face half hidden in shadow, eyes twinkling in my direction, the white blouse positively beaming like a powerful lamp, she dried the beer mugs with unnerving slowness. It was hypnotic.The pub emptied by and by. I have to confess, I made my second beer last long. She cunningly avoided direct contact and yet lingered near. It drove me mad. When the last guest but me had left and the sounds from the kitchen had died down, I heard a back door fall shut. The kitchen lights went out and she appeared behind the bar, a keyring jingling. Wordless, with her special faint smile she walked to the entrance door and locked it from the inside. She turned around and faced me. Our eyes locked. Slowly, step for step she neared the table where I was sitting, each step of hers a loud clack in the silence. My heartbeat went up several steps. I didn´t move, I wanted to find out what game she was up to and eyed her like I never had had a chance to before. The sight was gorgeous. Closing the distance, she finally stood before me. My perspective from below enhanced the bulge of her breasts. I rose, never unlocking the eye contact. She stood so near that I could feel her breath on my face. Putting a hand bodrum escort on my breast, she pushed me gently but firmly to sit on the edge on the table. Standing in front of me, her hands rose to the buttons of her blouse. With dreamlike slowness she opened button after button, the fabric making room for her confined breasts. The dark, laced bra had been shimmering through the white cloth before, but now all the glory lay before my eyes. Reaching inside, she brought out her breasts so they sat in the opening, framed by the open blouse and squeezed up by the bra. What a sight, they were positively looking at me! I had to reach out involuntarily, but she shoved back my hands. Ok, I sat back and waited expectantly. And I was not disappointed! With a firm grip, she undid my belt buckle and the waist button of my trouser. Teasingly slow she zipped my fly down. The erection I had by then was all too obvious, a pole shoving almost through my slip. She put the flat of her hand against it, as if to test the elasticity. The touch made my balls cringe with lust. All tiredness had flown from me and I was attentive to every tiny detail. She pulled one of the wooden chairs near and sat down in front of me. Very much in front, actually. Her open breast almost touched my crotch. Looking up from there, her hand slid down the rim of my slip. My penis jumped out of its prison, bobbing with the move and releasing a splash of pre-juice that landed on her face. She took it with a one-sided smile. Then she gripped him with a force that surprised me and made me draw a deep breath. She pulled until the foreskin was completely down on the shaft and the swollen tip glistened moist and dark in the shaded lamplight. I could only moan softly to salute her skill. Her fingers touched the wetness and spread it around my glans, softly scratching the rim with her nails. Gosh, what a feel! Her action drew more wetness and she played with the sticky threads she could pull from my prick. My attention was completely centered in my penis, as if it had its own life. When she started to rub, I was almost shivering. She pulled him through her softly closed fist. Up and down, squeezing the shaft, rubbing the tip, scratching it, rubbing again. When she tried to pull the foreskin closed again, it was impossible because of my swollen hardness. So she worked away at my member like there was nothing more important in her life. It was beautiful to watch her eyes focusing on my dick as she was pumping it. Sometimes she resorted to a two-handed grip that really rocked all, penis, balls and all sourrounding tissue. It felt as if she was trying to rip him off. My breath came in gasps. She was playing with my body reactions so well that she always knew when I would be on the point of no return. She did not let me have it, but instead slowed her movements or stopped them entirely, watching me seemingly distanced. The heave of her breast and her quick breath gave her away. She enjoyed it as much as I did. Well, sometime all things must end. In a convulsive spasm I could not suppress a bodrum escort bayan little scream as I felt the hot rush through my rod. She sensed it too and pointed the shaft at exactly the right moment. Directed by her grip, my ejaculations splattered her face and breasts with hot, sticky sperm. It actually made a sound when landing! She was a sight to see. Semen in her hair, semen running from her cheeks onto her neck and some pools and splashes on her breasts. I was still cumming in small shots. It was a complete mess. Then came the biggest surprise of all. With one quick movement she descended on my erect prick, taking it in her mouth and not stopping until I thought my tip had reached her stomach. Her chin pressed my balls! She left him in her throat, breathing with increasing difficulty. Then she slowly retreated, jaws locked, raking me not too gently with her teeth as my aroused flesh left her mouth again. It was simply amazing. She looked up at me, face flushed, panting to recover her breath, with a big sticky drool of sperm and saliva running down her chin and dropping to the floor. We sat a while, looking at each other and breathing. What a situation! Me, sitting on the table´s edge, penis hanging out of my trouser, she on the chair in front of me, completely wasted with jizz. It was such an erotically charged display that I could hardly believe I was experiencing this for real. When I was recovered a bit, I decided it was my turn to repay the favour she had given me. I stood up, checking on her reaction. She pushed back her chair and rose to meet me. Grabbing her head, I planted my lips on hers and set my tongue free. She tasted strongly of my dick and semen. We were kissing like a****ls, frenzied, sucking, biting, licking, grabbing each other in all sorts of ways. My hands dug into the glory of her behind, sliding up the skirt (which was some work because of its tightness) and finding her ass cheeks naked under it. No sign of a slip. I grunted with delight, pulling the skirt as high as I could and turned her around, shoving her against the table. She took the hint and mad
e a little hop that I assisted in placing her on the surface. She was leaning on her elbows, an expectant look in her eyes, bulging breast coming out of the blouse and the skirt almost up on her hips, showcasing her nakedness, a glorious view of legs in black hold-up nylons that ended midway between her knees and her crotch. And there she was. Beautiful. Big. Unshaven. Wet. Running wet, actually. Pink and flushed and open. A gorgeous cunt, rich, meaty, inviting, tempting, juicy, sexy, vulgar as hell and beautiful as heaven.I took the chair that was still warm from her, sat down and pulled it close. Then I bowed between her legs and gave the whole region a broad lick with my tongue. The taste was incredible and made me cringe with horniness. I kissed her open pussy. She reacted. I licked the inside of her legs, zooming in on the target from each side. Circling her wet spot. Searching her clit with the tip of my tongue, I got some moans from her that escort bodrum turned me really on. I bit into her clit. Her legs close around my head instantly and she pushed me to her with her hands. Well, the messiness of this evening was to continue it seemed. My face was covered with her juice. I chewed on her labia, sucking them in between my teeth. I licked between the outer and inner lips. I sucked her clit in deep. That got her twitching a lot! Sticking my tongue into her entrance, I gave her the best fuck I could with it. She had waves of delight obviously. Her wide hips were doing a dance. I inserted a finger deep into her, fingering her while working away on her clit. She squirmed on the table, juice running onto the wood surface. I wondered if she could break my neck between her legs whenever she closed them in rapture. Two fingers inserted seemed to an even better trick. Her pussy was pulsing hot meat, sex flesh in its finest. Her contractions came more often now and her breath seemed to stop from time to time. This was going fine. Still, I was surprised by her primeval scream when she came. She must have woken the neighborhood with it. And it was the only thing I heard from her that evening. The muscles of her legs quivered from the aftermath of her orgasm. After working her pussy to explosion, I was myself quite excited again. Couldn´t help it. The sight, the feel, the smell, the taste. I rose from the chair and took my rising dick firm in hand. Getting myself into a good position, I took my shaft and slapped her dripping wet labia with my penis tip. The wet smack sounded loudly and drops of about every fluid we had produced were flying in a spray. She gasped. I struck again, slowly increasing the whack frequency. I think it pleasured us both equally. Her wide open and reddened lips glistened in the lamp light. I couldn´t hold back anymore. My tip was on her cunt. I grabbed her hips and pushed. He went in to the hilt, my balls touching her ass. The warmth and wetness of her were incredible. And her pussy seemed to suck at my prick. I moved a bit inside her, savouring the sensation, before I started to pump her for a ride. I think I must have used my nails on her skin, she had red marks. I could think of nothing but sliding in and out of this delicious piece of fuckmeat, buttered with her generous juice. The squishing sound it made was a craze, let alone the noise of flesh hitting flesh. Never have I been inside some woman who was that wet. I was senselessly screwing her, hyperventilating in my exertions. I grabbed her all over while I fucked, holding on to her ass and her popping tits in turn. I rammed my prick inside over and again. The furniture got quite a beating. The final moment had to come. I had to come. It was inevitable. So I pumped whatever sperm was left of the glorious handjob before into her pulsating vagina. This was bliss. I held on without moving, just sensing the wetness running down my legs, smelling the fuck´s steam, hearing both our breaths going from fast to almost normal again.When I slid out of her, she lost some of my injected semen with a squishy sound. I rubbed her open sex with it, sperm massage. She smiled from ear to ear, finally. We had to clean up the mess, of course I helped her. How couldn´t I, after the best fuck I´ve ever had? Her name was Gunta.

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