Thanks a lot to Kenjisato for editing!
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Manuela:
Looking back, I don't know how I survived the days until the next weekend. All I knew, was that my dildos had to work overtime. As soon as I got home from school, I masturbated before lunch. Then two or three more times in the afternoon, or in the evening. Just thinking about Klaus made me do it.
I had also tried to distract myself with my best friend Birgit, but we usually ended up in bed after half an hour at the latest. As nice as my high libido was, sometimes, it was annoying.
It was finally Saturday afternoon and I rang Klaus' doorbell. My cunt juice ran down my legs again, I was so horny for his cock. While I was still waiting in front of the door, I heard his voice from the side.
"Hey Manu, nice to see you. Didn't expect you here."
"I wanted to see you."
"That's great, come around back here."
That sentence came a little early; a little later, that would have been an invitation to a hot ass fuck. I couldn't wait to feel that terrific boner in my back entrance.
As soon as we both stood on the terrace, I immediately hugged him and kissed him passionately. I pushed my tongue deeply into his mouth and it immediately engaged in a duel with his. But the fight soon turned into a tender courtship.
Klaus wore an old, baggy pair of jogging pants that a boner couldn't really hide in. I pressed myself even tighter to him and felt his cock on my stomach. God, it made me horny. I had just felt a drop of my juice land on my foot. If this continued, I'd soon have to be wearing panty liners.
It was nice out here, but a bit chilly, so I backed him through the open patio door into the living room. It wasn't easy holding on to him with one hand, closing the door with my foot, fishing in his pants for his pipe with the other hand, and not breaking the kiss. But I managed to some extent, and finally, we stood in front of his couch, on which I had already been fucked so wonderfully.
I then broke the kiss and gave him a slight nudge, so that he fell backwards into the cushions. I knelt in front of him, pulled down his pants and shoved his beautiful, stiff pipe into my mouth and throat, as far as it would go. I kept the thing inside me for as long as possible, only letting it out for a breath and then taking it back inside. Maybe I should have had myself examined to see if I didn't have a second clitoris in my throat. Because I was guaranteed to have one on my cunt.
Klaus really enjoyed the treatment and even helped, by gently pushing my head down even further. Luckily, he also let go when I really needed some air.
Eventually, I had enough and wanted to have that thing in my cunt. I got up and before Klaus could say anything, I had lifted my skirt a bit and sat on his hard-on. He slipped into my dripping-wet hole as far as it would go, and pushed very gently against my cervix. What a divine piece! What a heavenly cock! He wasn't the biggest, at about sixteen centimeters long and maybe four centimeters thick. But that made it fit perfectly down my throat and it didn't dig too deeply into my cunt.
Rocking back and forth only slightly, I took off my t-shirt, pulled my skirt over my head as well, and then helped Klaus out of his clothes. When we were both finally naked, I wanted to give us a little break. Above all, of course, so that my fucker held out for a long time. I lay down on him and kissed his lips softly. He put his arms around me, rubbed my back and gently kneaded my buttocks.
"I had to see you again. Your hot cock got me totally addicted. You don't mind?"
"But no, I was hoping for it. It's not every day that you get such a wonderfully horny piece in front of the pipe."
I slowly spun my pelvis. Klaus had his hands between us and was pinching my nipples lightly. That was the sign for me to become more active again. I straightened up and rode him at a light trot. Too bad I didn't go horseback riding anymore. It would have been cool to shove the saddle horn up your cunt. When galloping, it had to be more than awesome! Maybe I should start again.
While I was slowly getting faster and faster, Klaus was more concerned with my breasts. He already knew that I'm not that sensitive. So he kneaded them vigorously, pinching my nipples, stretching them and twisting them around. It was quite painful at times, especially when he turned them almost completely around, but the pain also went straight to my clit and made me cum multiple times in a row. The sweat ran in wide streams from my body, as I continued to ride him. Only when a climax rolled over me again, did I take a short break.
My juice flowed out of my cunt again and splashed mainly over Klaus' body and the couch. If I bounced more slowly, I could feel his glans scraping over every crease in my cunt. His cock always ended up gently bumping against the end of my cave. At this point, the two of us were just perfect for each other. You'd think his cock and my cunt were made of the same piece of flesh.
I slowly got faster again, and rammed on his cock even deeper. Then it hurt too, but I didn't care. I'm really not a sub, but a few, strong slaps on the buttocks, abused nipples or even slight tweaks in my clitoris repeatedly, pushed me to the point of, or into, an orgasm.
At some point, however, my strength also decreased and I let myself sink onto him, exhausted.
"You still haven't cum?"
Grinning, he shook his head.
"But I can't take it anymore! I need a break!"
Klaus picked me up and laid me next to him. Then he knelt on the floor, pulled my pelvis towards him and pushed hard. Like a steam hammer, he rammed his cock into my glowing cunt. Since he pushed much harder against my cervix, it hurt quite a bit, but I had to go through with it. It would never have occurred to me to interrupt him then.
I felt like I was in a two-second time warp. Like a machine, he fucked me! Finally, after another ten minutes, he pulled his cock out of me. Finally! He would cum all over me and give me a deserved break. But no, I was happy too soon. He picked me up, turned me so that I was kneeling across the couch and was inside me again. That was it for my break.
He kept ramming his cock into my cunt. And because I had carelessly already told him that I like it a little harder, he didn't pay any attention to me, either. He kneaded my breasts, twirled my nipples and slapped my ass or my tits every now and then.
I had a good look at a clock and if I was not entirely mistaken, he'd been fucking me for half an hour. My whole body hurt, except for my feet. Some women would have felt raped because he really didn't care about me, but I felt better than ever. Every few minutes, a new orgasm rushed through my brain. I had counted at the beginning, but I couldn't remember the number after eight.
Finally, he was done. Or not? He was only out of my body for a few seconds to immediately take possession of my ass. With a jerk, he stuck it up to the stop in my intestines. Luckily, I had cleaned myself up before I drove over.
Just like he had fucked me in the cunt before, it continued mercilessly in my ass. Like clockwork, he rammed his cock into me. He abused my nipples, slapped my ass cheeks and even pinched my clitoris. I was sure if I had said anything, he would have stopped, but I didn't want to. As much as I hurt, I was happy, too. For the first time, I had an orgasm during an ass fuck. I loved having a cock in the back, but I couldn't usually cum while doing it.
After about ten minutes, I finally had had enough. He had pinched my clitoris again and the resulting orgasm was too much for me. I blacked out.
Klaus:
When Manuela's arms suddenly buckled, and she fell onto the couch, I knew I'd overdone it a bit. My cock had slipped out of her ass and was bouncing aimlessly. I laid her down comfortably, fanned her with a magazine and tried to wake her up. Luckily, it didn't take long before she opened her eyes again. I helped her up, sat next to her and hugged her.
"Well, clear again?"
"Yeah, thanks. Wow, it's only happened to me once that I've passed out during sex. Only the first time, it was through a real fucking machine. Ugly, noisy thing, but awesome! Do you have a water for me?"
Luckily, I had installed an old mini-bar from a demolished hotel next to the couch, so I could give her a well-chilled bottle of mineral water with a flick of the wrist. She drained the bottle in one gulp, handed it back to me, and released the fizz with a belch that would have made any construction worker proud.
