05-11-2021, 08:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-11-2021, 08:40 PM by Lollobionda. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
After Mani had left, I hid the wet pantyhose in my wardrobe after I had re-covered the bed due to telltale traces.
In the evening we all met in front of our favourite pub.
And of course I wore the nylon pants, which still had dried sperm and my dried juices in the crotch.
That evening, Mani's conversation returned to the matter of the children.
He asked Santosh when it would be time for him.
"Yes, it's about time," Santosh said.
Mani grinned demonically at me and said, "exactly, I think so too.
I couldn't help shaking my head at this conversation.
Meanwhile, not much else happened that evening that would be worth telling.
I continued to put Santosh on the back burner sexually.
I felt genuinely sorry for him when I knew that he had just gone to the toilet to relieve himself after I had rejected him...
About ten days later, Santosh and I were invited to a barbecue.
Since we knew these festivities by now, Mani offered to drive us there and, if it wouldn't be too late, to pick us up again.
We didn't want to stay longer than 12 pm anyway.
All in all, it was an illustrious group. I still knew the host from the bar crew and some other people from sight.
As usual, the alcohol made its rounds. Starting with the beer from the barrel and various schnapps, such as merry widow, coastal fog or the like.
Santosh, of course, was right in the thick of it and by the evening we were almost all drunk.
We lit the lanterns and told each other anecdotes, which added to the fun.
All evening I noticed that the host was flirting with me.
Well, he wasn't a beauty, but he was very interesting.
He also never missed an opportunity to touch me randomly again and again.
We all sat around the campfire now and it was almost a babble of voices like in Babel.
I felt an urgent need, so I got up and wanted to go into the bushes behind the arbour.
I took some tissues out of my handbag and went to the back.
Just as I finished my business, I spotted a shadow and was scared to death.
There stood Anand, the host, watching me almost blatantly the whole time.
I pulled up my jeans and insulted him as a Peeping Tom.
I was really angry with him.
He came up to me, apologised and pressed a kiss on my mouth.
I then smacked him, which left him cold.
He said that he had been keen on me all along and had only been waiting for this.
"Well, then I guess you need a cold shower..." I said laconically and grinned.
"No, just your hand," he said.
He took it and led it to his crotch.
"My God," I thought.
Through his trousers I could only guess how big his member was.
But instead of pulling my hand away, I rubbed his member through his trousers.
Was it the alcohol, was it just the need for sex? Or both.
Or maybe it was this taboo situation that was now consuming me.
I thought of Mani and our forbidden games.
I felt his hand now skilfully massaging the inside of my jeans.
Anand opened his trousers with one hand and I immediately took out his thick member.
It was damn big and thick. Bigger than Mani's thing.
I gently pushed his foreskin back and forth, which he greeted with a groan.
Then he opened my trousers and pulled them down almost by force.
I looked anxiously through the bushes, because someone could come and want to relieve himself at any time. But all I saw were all the people sitting around the campfire chatting.
"Hold on to the tree," Anand said.
With only my trousers down, we reached the tree standing 1 metre away.
I spread my legs as well as I could, then I felt this thick genital being attached to my pussy and he penetrated me cm by cm from behind.
I was already wet at that second anyway!
I just wanted to feel him now.
"We don't have much time," Anand moaned as he almost pushed me against the tree with powerful thrusts.
I could see Santosh doing this as he took another shot.
It was shameless what we were both doing behind his back, but that had been the attraction.
It wasn't long before I heard Anand give a suppressed groan and, with his gaze fixed on Santosh, he spurted his seed into my abdomen.
When I felt his sperm splash against my womb, my knees started to shake and I came too.
I tried hard to suppress it.
"A great fuck," Anand said.
He pulled his thick thing out of me and I immediately took some tissues because his sperm was running out of me. Some went into my panties.
I merely stuffed a tempo in and put my trousers back on.
Anand had already said goodbye so it wouldn't be noticeable that we both came back together.
I waited for a moment and then went back to the campfire.
Sipped my beer as if nothing had happened. Only the pulsing of my still swollen labia and the wet feeling of semen between my legs and in my panties, could have given me away.
But no one saw that here.
Inconspicuously, Anand and I grinned at each other sometimes.
We stayed for about an hour, then I called Mani so he could pick us up.
15 minutes later he came...
- tbc -
In the evening we all met in front of our favourite pub.
And of course I wore the nylon pants, which still had dried sperm and my dried juices in the crotch.
That evening, Mani's conversation returned to the matter of the children.
He asked Santosh when it would be time for him.
"Yes, it's about time," Santosh said.
Mani grinned demonically at me and said, "exactly, I think so too.
I couldn't help shaking my head at this conversation.
Meanwhile, not much else happened that evening that would be worth telling.
I continued to put Santosh on the back burner sexually.
I felt genuinely sorry for him when I knew that he had just gone to the toilet to relieve himself after I had rejected him...
About ten days later, Santosh and I were invited to a barbecue.
Since we knew these festivities by now, Mani offered to drive us there and, if it wouldn't be too late, to pick us up again.
We didn't want to stay longer than 12 pm anyway.
All in all, it was an illustrious group. I still knew the host from the bar crew and some other people from sight.
As usual, the alcohol made its rounds. Starting with the beer from the barrel and various schnapps, such as merry widow, coastal fog or the like.
Santosh, of course, was right in the thick of it and by the evening we were almost all drunk.
We lit the lanterns and told each other anecdotes, which added to the fun.
All evening I noticed that the host was flirting with me.
Well, he wasn't a beauty, but he was very interesting.
He also never missed an opportunity to touch me randomly again and again.
We all sat around the campfire now and it was almost a babble of voices like in Babel.
I felt an urgent need, so I got up and wanted to go into the bushes behind the arbour.
I took some tissues out of my handbag and went to the back.
Just as I finished my business, I spotted a shadow and was scared to death.
There stood Anand, the host, watching me almost blatantly the whole time.
I pulled up my jeans and insulted him as a Peeping Tom.
I was really angry with him.
He came up to me, apologised and pressed a kiss on my mouth.
I then smacked him, which left him cold.
He said that he had been keen on me all along and had only been waiting for this.
"Well, then I guess you need a cold shower..." I said laconically and grinned.
"No, just your hand," he said.
He took it and led it to his crotch.
"My God," I thought.
Through his trousers I could only guess how big his member was.
But instead of pulling my hand away, I rubbed his member through his trousers.
Was it the alcohol, was it just the need for sex? Or both.
Or maybe it was this taboo situation that was now consuming me.
I thought of Mani and our forbidden games.
I felt his hand now skilfully massaging the inside of my jeans.
Anand opened his trousers with one hand and I immediately took out his thick member.
It was damn big and thick. Bigger than Mani's thing.
I gently pushed his foreskin back and forth, which he greeted with a groan.
Then he opened my trousers and pulled them down almost by force.
I looked anxiously through the bushes, because someone could come and want to relieve himself at any time. But all I saw were all the people sitting around the campfire chatting.
"Hold on to the tree," Anand said.
With only my trousers down, we reached the tree standing 1 metre away.
I spread my legs as well as I could, then I felt this thick genital being attached to my pussy and he penetrated me cm by cm from behind.
I was already wet at that second anyway!
I just wanted to feel him now.
"We don't have much time," Anand moaned as he almost pushed me against the tree with powerful thrusts.
I could see Santosh doing this as he took another shot.
It was shameless what we were both doing behind his back, but that had been the attraction.
It wasn't long before I heard Anand give a suppressed groan and, with his gaze fixed on Santosh, he spurted his seed into my abdomen.
When I felt his sperm splash against my womb, my knees started to shake and I came too.
I tried hard to suppress it.
"A great fuck," Anand said.
He pulled his thick thing out of me and I immediately took some tissues because his sperm was running out of me. Some went into my panties.
I merely stuffed a tempo in and put my trousers back on.
Anand had already said goodbye so it wouldn't be noticeable that we both came back together.
I waited for a moment and then went back to the campfire.
Sipped my beer as if nothing had happened. Only the pulsing of my still swollen labia and the wet feeling of semen between my legs and in my panties, could have given me away.
But no one saw that here.
Inconspicuously, Anand and I grinned at each other sometimes.
We stayed for about an hour, then I called Mani so he could pick us up.
15 minutes later he came...
- tbc -
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