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I read my entries in my sex buddies list and became more and hornier. From the hiding place in the book wall, I got the dildo with a beautiful penis shape… Already at the thought of introducing the plastic penis, I was so excited that my pussy was already wet. To be on the safe side I locked my room door. I took off my shoes, the leather skirt, and the panties and began to touch my hairy pussy with my fingers. I moistened the middle finger briefly and drove gently over my labia and thought of Michael. The more I thought about him, the more I felt my excitement. In the background was a piece by Beethoven called Moonlight playing. This music could not express my melancholic mood better. While the music ran in the background, I stroked myself further and slowly introduced the dildo. I imagined that I was in Michael's arms. My back and forth movements of the dildo in my pussy let squeaky tones sound, which did not fit at all to the beautiful melody. My excitement rose wave-like on and I moved the dildo now as fast as I could and noticed suddenly how I came. Heavy waves shook my whole body accompanied by a big tremor. A clear liquid splashed on the bed. I was scared, but it had to be connected with my great lust and probably I had just experienced my first real climax.
I put on my panties again and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Dreamily I soaped myself and thought about my life and the events of the day before, the red light district and about Michael. I longed to hear his mild voice. With a towel around my hip, I walked back to my room. At the cassette recorder, I put a recording from the hit parade of my favorite band Modern Talking. The song "You are my heart you are my soul" with the slogans was playing: “Yeah, I'm feeling that our love will grow..." Oh, Michael, why didn't you ask for my address, I gently stroked his business card with the words: Michael X..... Chief Executive Officer and the company name. The card was noble, but it wasn't amazing when considering Michael's position and background!
In the evening my father came home excited. He knocked on my door and said: "Young lady, after dinner I have to have a strict word with you about last night! I distorted my face. At the same time, I looked at him in horror and wondered what he already knew. During dinner, I didn't say a single word. My mother behaved relatively normally and my father still had a very strict face. After dinner, he said to me: "Nikki, we're going to the study for a moment!” There he closed the door and sat down behind his antique desk. He had clenched his hands to fists. With a pressed voice, he said: "Where were you yesterday?“ I remained silent and puzzled how much he knew. I also had great respect for my father. So after several minutes of complete silence, he broke it. Then the secret was solved and he said: "Your mother was in hospital yesterday as an emergency and we wanted to inform you briefly. We tried to reach you by telephone. You weren't with your girlfriend! Lies have short legs and one untruth leads to another.” My father was well-trained, he was even admitted to the bar. I just mumbled, "I had a lot to think about and wanted to be for myself. I was alone in the city and then stayed in a hotel. I always feel so controlled and supervised by you.” My father froze and was as white as chalk, his mouth was wide open. I sniffly added: "By the way, I am of age. I am not accountable to you." Angrily I got up and left the study where I slammed the door, the windowpane in the door clanked after. Understandably, this event did not improve the already tense relationship with my father.
The next day I got up early. I tried to avoid my father. I was still at the beginning of my training in the car service station. I had to crawl under a car for the first time and look for the cause of a defect. When I write these lines, you become really aware of the development in the last 34 years. Today all you have to do is plug a diagnostic device into the car and within minutes all errors and problems are printed out. The mechatronics engineer, as he is called in this millennium, then replaces the parts. I liked the job very much. The only thing that bothered me was that one always had such dirty and black hands, which were laborious to wash. My work colleagues were nice and did not treat me with velvet gloves. I was the only female person in the company. Women in this profession are still a rarity today. The main thing is that you like it. So from this side, everything was fine.
Back home I remembered my evening two days ago. The more I thought, the more I realized that I didn't like it. Starting with the dirty street and being at the mercy of men. This Michael had been a chance hit, like a jackpot n the lottery. Once again I took out his business card and stroked over the letters that were clearly palpable. I didn't have the courage to call and I didn't know what to say. I carefully put the card back in my notebook. My decision was now made, I didn't want to repeat the experiment in the red light district. My goal was to choose my sexual partners myself and the more inaccessible they seemed to me, the more desirable they were!
In the vocational school we sat, the only two girls logically next to each other. She was blond with short hair and almost no breast because she was a lot younger than me. The two days we spent here each week were usually boring. During the lessons, my thoughts drifted often away.
Mr. Meier gave us bookkeeping, he was blond and tall, I estimate about 1.80 m. The subject was really boring. He stood in front of us and explained how to book the dispatch of an invoice to a customer. He said: "The outstanding customer invoices are increasing as well as the income from workshop work, so the booking is debtors to workshop work". I had to suppress a yawn for a moment. I smiled gently at him. Of course, he grinned back. I wanted to conquer this man. He was my target. I did not know which "number" he would receive in my notebook. I was looking forward to the conquest and my tongue drove over my lips in anticipation. All I had to do was think about a strategy. I had a rough idea. Whether it would work was still uncertain. But I trusted in my most important weapon my body stimuli.
On the weekend I wanted to go to the disco. I had asked the only girl in the class if she would accompany me. She was delighted and gave me a real smile. It's true, I hadn't been very nice to her in the last few months. We were very different characters. On Saturday evening at 8 o'clock, we wanted to meet in front of the best disco. I had told my parents that I would go out again. I had promised to spend the night at home. As an exception, I wore colored clothes. As for footwear, I wore boots and woolen cuffs. My hairstyle was unchanged.
Punctually, at 8 o'clock my friend arrived and she smiled at me. I paid without hesitation for the two tickets. On the ceiling hung such a disco ball, which reflected the light. So it was alternately bright and dark. At first, only the two of us danced. Little by little the boys came onto the dance floor. A large young man with blond hair was, at first sight, sympathetic to me and I danced with him closely entwined.
Again, my favorite Modern Talking songs and other hits from those years played. It was really nice, the sound was extremely loud. Today I would wear earplugs. Then there were dances where we danced tightly wrapped. Somehow our bodies touched each other and he challenged me and touched me again and again intensively. I felt that he was very excited after all and I also became excited at the thought of his dick. Dancing is a kind of high-performance sport. Sweat beads had formed on my forehead and my legs started to hurt. At some point, I asked my dance companion for a break. His name was Philippe, his mother tongue was French and he grew up bilingual.
We went to the bar and I paid for the two drinks. My friend was dancing with other boys. I had ordered a Rum Cola for me and Caipirinha for him. We toasted and he became more and more sympathetic to me. He had a pronounced big nose. We talked about everything, but I have to say that it was not easy to talk at that noise level. I felt it was noise because a normal conversation was not possible. At some point, it happened and he gave me a kiss on the lips. I kissed him insistently. I liked him very much and he was highly intelligent. I wanted more and after we had finished our drinks. I took him by the hand and dragged him to the ladies’ toilets.
Fortunately, there was no big crowd at that time. Quickly we slipped into one of the free cabins. He looked at me in amazement. I wanted to implement my plan and conquer No. 4. Slowly I opened his belt. It was unusual to wear a belt with jeans, but it looked good. I impatiently opened his trousers and pulled down his panties. His dick almost jumped towards me. I was addicted to these penes. I can confirm that not everyone is the same. To what should I compare this. As a car mechanic, I can now think of cars as a comparison. A Porsche is not comparable with a Fiat. And with the penis, it behaves similarly and the behavior is so different. So Philippe's dick was stiff. Fortunately, the locations were spotlessly clean. With pleasure, I took the dick in my mouth and drove with my tongue over his glans. After a while, I tried to take it deeper into my mouth and suck it afterward.
After this fourth penis, I had noticed that the younger the wearer, the better the stability was. But probably no rule without exception. With my rapid experience growth this would soon turn out. Something else struck me that he was much more excited than all previous ones. I took it out of my mouth for a moment. The pleasure drop was clearly visible. I estimated that I only had to rub it two or three times before it came. I didn't want the whole thing on my face or on my clothes. That's why I decided to put it back in my mouth for the end. I sucked again on his penis and made back and forth movements and his dick exploded in my mouth. His load was impressive but unfortunately tasteless. I swallowed the whole cum. It is said that this is healthy because of the many vitamins. I have no idea if this is really true. Then I took the penis out of my mouth and cleaned it tenderly with a handkerchief. Philippe gave me a kiss and said: "Nikki, it was beautiful. It was the first time I was blown, thank you."
As you correctly suspect, my relationship with Philippe did not go on for long. We met once or twice in the evening to drink a beer and that was it. In the vocational school, we had the first test in bookkeeping. The test was just boring and at some point, I didn't feel like it anymore. I looked at my watch and it was 20 minutes until the end of the test. In my thoughts, I was in another world. A magical world! I dreamed of fairies and other supernatural beings. The pause bell rang and tore me out of my daydream. Mr. Meier collected the exams. At mine, he stuttered briefly when he saw how many questions had remained unanswered.
At home, the atmosphere was not exactly bombastic either. My mother wasn't doing very well. She had a pulmonary embolism and now had to take blood thinners. Let's put it this way, she was damn lucky that nothing worse had happened. But she simply lacked the energy. The normal household was hardly feasible for her. That's why my father hired domestic help for ten hours a week. With my father, I still talked no more than the strict minimum.
The following week we received the corrected examination. Mr. Meier distributed the exams personally. I still hate a peculiarity he had. The best was the first to receive it. It was really stupid, I was the last one to get the exam back. In red color it was written: “5, great potential for improvement, is urgently needed!". At the end of the lesson, Mr.Meier called me. He then began: "Nicole, if you want to stay at this school, you have to try harder." I replied: "And what do you suggest?“ Then he stuttered: "I could give you private lessons! And then you would be ready for the next exam." I countered: "Is this allowed at all?" He smiled with shining eyes: "So, without regularity, we just do it, easy." I nodded silently and he wrote his address on a piece of paper and handed it over to me. It actually said: Wolfsweg 15, Berlin. He smiled and said: "This is not far from here, you can hardly miss it. So see you next Wednesday afternoon!”I thanked him and left the classroom.
We had to have the insufficient examinations signed by the parents in the first year of apprenticeship. When I was at home, I sneaked into the kitchen and said to my mother: "I need a signature, I have a bad mark in the accounting test". With a sigh, she took the sheet and reluctantly signed the paper covered with red ink. As soon as she had signed it, I left the kitchen as quickly as possible.
Back in my room I put on a long-playing record and turned the volume very loud and threw myself on the bed. Not ten minutes passed when my mother already knocked at the door and shouted: "Nicci, you are not alone in this house, can you please turn it down?” Grumpy, I got up from the bed and turned the music down. Back on my bed, my thoughts hung again on Michael what he might do at that moment… This man just couldn't get out of my mind!
On Wednesday morning I dressed nicely, as I would meet my accounting teacher after school. The lessons were again boring. At 2:00 pm we had bookkeeping. Mr. Meier winked at me again and again. After this hour we had a gym class. We were allowed to go swimming in the school's indoor pool. Today we had a 20-minutes swimming competition. I did not like this very much, because it was more than exhausting. I was not very good and only managed 600 m. I just had too much fat on my ribs. The warm shower afterward did me good.
In a good mood, I left school and searched for the Wolfsweg. The road was slippery. There was a little snow on the road and the temperature was close to freezing. In about two weeks it was already Christmas. I stopped in front of a high-rise building and checked the address and house number again. I rang the bell marked Meier. The front door hummed and I pushed it open.
I pressed the button for the lift, as I didn't feel like walking up to the 10th floor. When I left the lift cabin, my teacher was already standing in the door frame and smiled at me. I greeted him joyfully and I gave him a little box of chocolates. He thanked me and I followed him into the flat. I could hand over the coat. At the dining table, he had already prepared everything. I sat down on the assigned seat.
Sitting next to me he said: "The best thing is to go over the mistakes from the last exam and repeat the normal stuff." He was really nice and explained wonderfully. Since I actually knew the stuff, we made rapid progress. He touched my hand from time to time. Whether by chance or not, I didn't know. At some point, my head started to be dizzy and I had to go to the toilet. There I freshened up and looked in the mirror.
When I was back, I sat down again and smiled at him. We immersed ourselves in the matter again. Now we already treated the material of the last few hours. I could look at his jeans and saw that he had a bulge in his trousers. When I noticed that we had almost finished, I ran my hand over his trousers. He moaned briefly and tried to stop it. But then he let it happen. Soon after, we started kissing. He was a little embarrassed. Then he said, "Come into my bedroom. It's more comfortable."
I followed him and there he started kissing me like crazy and almost tore my clothes off. I was standing there, a chubby 18-and-a-half-year-old girl. My breasts had grown a bit in the last half-year and were almost as huge as melons. My pubic hair was very long and dark. They stretched wildly in all directions.
I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His chest and belly were hairy. I opened his trousers, and they immediately slid down to his knees. The bulge in his underpants was huge. I tore them off and took his swollen cock slowly in my mouth. I sucked it like crazy and noticed how his excitement increased. He stroked my hair and murmured: "Nicci, it's just so beautiful. Go on like this… Oh, put it all in your mouth." I now took it nearly completely in my mouth and almost had to choke. Out again and the second time It went better. I took it out completely. He now stripped completely naked and kissed me wildly. Meanwhile, we moved back towards the bed.
There his kiss became more intense, and he pushed me onto the bed. There he rubbed his naked body against mine. He took his penis in his hand and now slowly rubbed it against my labia. Back and forth and back and forth, and then he pushed it in. I muttered: "I don't want to get pregnant." He quickly took it out and took the condoms out of the bedside drawer. With practice, he opened the packet and rolled a condom over his dick. He pushed it back into my vagina and now fucked me relatively hard. His balls were tapping hard on my shame. In between, he stopped and started to suck my left breast with his mouth. My nipple was stiff and hard. It felt so good. Sex was just a good invention.
I'd stretch out my right breast and said, "She wants too, otherwise she gets jealous." He just grinned and took my right breast in his mouth and sucked and rubbed his tongue back and forth over my nipple. Now he began to move slowly again. The back and forth movements made strange smacking noises. This was probably due to the great wetness. Now he moved faster and I watched his face, and we both came at the same time. I moaned loudly and I could tell by the wild twitches of his penis that he had come too. We lay together and stroked each other a little more. He said, "If you want, you can take a shower." I shook my head and after a while, we got up. Without many words, we dressed again. I kissed him saying goodbye and left the flat.
At home, I entered the following in my list:
No. 4: July 1985, disco, Philippe, young man. Blowing. Good.
No. 5: remains my secret.
No. 6: remains my secret
No. 7: the beginning of December 1985, at Wolfsweg, Berlin. Mr. Meier, my teacher, about forty. Forgot the condom at first, I hope it doesn't have any consequences. It was quite okay. My goal to seduce him was achieved!
I put on my panties again and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Dreamily I soaped myself and thought about my life and the events of the day before, the red light district and about Michael. I longed to hear his mild voice. With a towel around my hip, I walked back to my room. At the cassette recorder, I put a recording from the hit parade of my favorite band Modern Talking. The song "You are my heart you are my soul" with the slogans was playing: “Yeah, I'm feeling that our love will grow..." Oh, Michael, why didn't you ask for my address, I gently stroked his business card with the words: Michael X..... Chief Executive Officer and the company name. The card was noble, but it wasn't amazing when considering Michael's position and background!
In the evening my father came home excited. He knocked on my door and said: "Young lady, after dinner I have to have a strict word with you about last night! I distorted my face. At the same time, I looked at him in horror and wondered what he already knew. During dinner, I didn't say a single word. My mother behaved relatively normally and my father still had a very strict face. After dinner, he said to me: "Nikki, we're going to the study for a moment!” There he closed the door and sat down behind his antique desk. He had clenched his hands to fists. With a pressed voice, he said: "Where were you yesterday?“ I remained silent and puzzled how much he knew. I also had great respect for my father. So after several minutes of complete silence, he broke it. Then the secret was solved and he said: "Your mother was in hospital yesterday as an emergency and we wanted to inform you briefly. We tried to reach you by telephone. You weren't with your girlfriend! Lies have short legs and one untruth leads to another.” My father was well-trained, he was even admitted to the bar. I just mumbled, "I had a lot to think about and wanted to be for myself. I was alone in the city and then stayed in a hotel. I always feel so controlled and supervised by you.” My father froze and was as white as chalk, his mouth was wide open. I sniffly added: "By the way, I am of age. I am not accountable to you." Angrily I got up and left the study where I slammed the door, the windowpane in the door clanked after. Understandably, this event did not improve the already tense relationship with my father.
The next day I got up early. I tried to avoid my father. I was still at the beginning of my training in the car service station. I had to crawl under a car for the first time and look for the cause of a defect. When I write these lines, you become really aware of the development in the last 34 years. Today all you have to do is plug a diagnostic device into the car and within minutes all errors and problems are printed out. The mechatronics engineer, as he is called in this millennium, then replaces the parts. I liked the job very much. The only thing that bothered me was that one always had such dirty and black hands, which were laborious to wash. My work colleagues were nice and did not treat me with velvet gloves. I was the only female person in the company. Women in this profession are still a rarity today. The main thing is that you like it. So from this side, everything was fine.
Back home I remembered my evening two days ago. The more I thought, the more I realized that I didn't like it. Starting with the dirty street and being at the mercy of men. This Michael had been a chance hit, like a jackpot n the lottery. Once again I took out his business card and stroked over the letters that were clearly palpable. I didn't have the courage to call and I didn't know what to say. I carefully put the card back in my notebook. My decision was now made, I didn't want to repeat the experiment in the red light district. My goal was to choose my sexual partners myself and the more inaccessible they seemed to me, the more desirable they were!
In the vocational school we sat, the only two girls logically next to each other. She was blond with short hair and almost no breast because she was a lot younger than me. The two days we spent here each week were usually boring. During the lessons, my thoughts drifted often away.
Mr. Meier gave us bookkeeping, he was blond and tall, I estimate about 1.80 m. The subject was really boring. He stood in front of us and explained how to book the dispatch of an invoice to a customer. He said: "The outstanding customer invoices are increasing as well as the income from workshop work, so the booking is debtors to workshop work". I had to suppress a yawn for a moment. I smiled gently at him. Of course, he grinned back. I wanted to conquer this man. He was my target. I did not know which "number" he would receive in my notebook. I was looking forward to the conquest and my tongue drove over my lips in anticipation. All I had to do was think about a strategy. I had a rough idea. Whether it would work was still uncertain. But I trusted in my most important weapon my body stimuli.
On the weekend I wanted to go to the disco. I had asked the only girl in the class if she would accompany me. She was delighted and gave me a real smile. It's true, I hadn't been very nice to her in the last few months. We were very different characters. On Saturday evening at 8 o'clock, we wanted to meet in front of the best disco. I had told my parents that I would go out again. I had promised to spend the night at home. As an exception, I wore colored clothes. As for footwear, I wore boots and woolen cuffs. My hairstyle was unchanged.
Punctually, at 8 o'clock my friend arrived and she smiled at me. I paid without hesitation for the two tickets. On the ceiling hung such a disco ball, which reflected the light. So it was alternately bright and dark. At first, only the two of us danced. Little by little the boys came onto the dance floor. A large young man with blond hair was, at first sight, sympathetic to me and I danced with him closely entwined.
Again, my favorite Modern Talking songs and other hits from those years played. It was really nice, the sound was extremely loud. Today I would wear earplugs. Then there were dances where we danced tightly wrapped. Somehow our bodies touched each other and he challenged me and touched me again and again intensively. I felt that he was very excited after all and I also became excited at the thought of his dick. Dancing is a kind of high-performance sport. Sweat beads had formed on my forehead and my legs started to hurt. At some point, I asked my dance companion for a break. His name was Philippe, his mother tongue was French and he grew up bilingual.
We went to the bar and I paid for the two drinks. My friend was dancing with other boys. I had ordered a Rum Cola for me and Caipirinha for him. We toasted and he became more and more sympathetic to me. He had a pronounced big nose. We talked about everything, but I have to say that it was not easy to talk at that noise level. I felt it was noise because a normal conversation was not possible. At some point, it happened and he gave me a kiss on the lips. I kissed him insistently. I liked him very much and he was highly intelligent. I wanted more and after we had finished our drinks. I took him by the hand and dragged him to the ladies’ toilets.
Fortunately, there was no big crowd at that time. Quickly we slipped into one of the free cabins. He looked at me in amazement. I wanted to implement my plan and conquer No. 4. Slowly I opened his belt. It was unusual to wear a belt with jeans, but it looked good. I impatiently opened his trousers and pulled down his panties. His dick almost jumped towards me. I was addicted to these penes. I can confirm that not everyone is the same. To what should I compare this. As a car mechanic, I can now think of cars as a comparison. A Porsche is not comparable with a Fiat. And with the penis, it behaves similarly and the behavior is so different. So Philippe's dick was stiff. Fortunately, the locations were spotlessly clean. With pleasure, I took the dick in my mouth and drove with my tongue over his glans. After a while, I tried to take it deeper into my mouth and suck it afterward.
After this fourth penis, I had noticed that the younger the wearer, the better the stability was. But probably no rule without exception. With my rapid experience growth this would soon turn out. Something else struck me that he was much more excited than all previous ones. I took it out of my mouth for a moment. The pleasure drop was clearly visible. I estimated that I only had to rub it two or three times before it came. I didn't want the whole thing on my face or on my clothes. That's why I decided to put it back in my mouth for the end. I sucked again on his penis and made back and forth movements and his dick exploded in my mouth. His load was impressive but unfortunately tasteless. I swallowed the whole cum. It is said that this is healthy because of the many vitamins. I have no idea if this is really true. Then I took the penis out of my mouth and cleaned it tenderly with a handkerchief. Philippe gave me a kiss and said: "Nikki, it was beautiful. It was the first time I was blown, thank you."
As you correctly suspect, my relationship with Philippe did not go on for long. We met once or twice in the evening to drink a beer and that was it. In the vocational school, we had the first test in bookkeeping. The test was just boring and at some point, I didn't feel like it anymore. I looked at my watch and it was 20 minutes until the end of the test. In my thoughts, I was in another world. A magical world! I dreamed of fairies and other supernatural beings. The pause bell rang and tore me out of my daydream. Mr. Meier collected the exams. At mine, he stuttered briefly when he saw how many questions had remained unanswered.
At home, the atmosphere was not exactly bombastic either. My mother wasn't doing very well. She had a pulmonary embolism and now had to take blood thinners. Let's put it this way, she was damn lucky that nothing worse had happened. But she simply lacked the energy. The normal household was hardly feasible for her. That's why my father hired domestic help for ten hours a week. With my father, I still talked no more than the strict minimum.
The following week we received the corrected examination. Mr. Meier distributed the exams personally. I still hate a peculiarity he had. The best was the first to receive it. It was really stupid, I was the last one to get the exam back. In red color it was written: “5, great potential for improvement, is urgently needed!". At the end of the lesson, Mr.Meier called me. He then began: "Nicole, if you want to stay at this school, you have to try harder." I replied: "And what do you suggest?“ Then he stuttered: "I could give you private lessons! And then you would be ready for the next exam." I countered: "Is this allowed at all?" He smiled with shining eyes: "So, without regularity, we just do it, easy." I nodded silently and he wrote his address on a piece of paper and handed it over to me. It actually said: Wolfsweg 15, Berlin. He smiled and said: "This is not far from here, you can hardly miss it. So see you next Wednesday afternoon!”I thanked him and left the classroom.
We had to have the insufficient examinations signed by the parents in the first year of apprenticeship. When I was at home, I sneaked into the kitchen and said to my mother: "I need a signature, I have a bad mark in the accounting test". With a sigh, she took the sheet and reluctantly signed the paper covered with red ink. As soon as she had signed it, I left the kitchen as quickly as possible.
Back in my room I put on a long-playing record and turned the volume very loud and threw myself on the bed. Not ten minutes passed when my mother already knocked at the door and shouted: "Nicci, you are not alone in this house, can you please turn it down?” Grumpy, I got up from the bed and turned the music down. Back on my bed, my thoughts hung again on Michael what he might do at that moment… This man just couldn't get out of my mind!
On Wednesday morning I dressed nicely, as I would meet my accounting teacher after school. The lessons were again boring. At 2:00 pm we had bookkeeping. Mr. Meier winked at me again and again. After this hour we had a gym class. We were allowed to go swimming in the school's indoor pool. Today we had a 20-minutes swimming competition. I did not like this very much, because it was more than exhausting. I was not very good and only managed 600 m. I just had too much fat on my ribs. The warm shower afterward did me good.
In a good mood, I left school and searched for the Wolfsweg. The road was slippery. There was a little snow on the road and the temperature was close to freezing. In about two weeks it was already Christmas. I stopped in front of a high-rise building and checked the address and house number again. I rang the bell marked Meier. The front door hummed and I pushed it open.
I pressed the button for the lift, as I didn't feel like walking up to the 10th floor. When I left the lift cabin, my teacher was already standing in the door frame and smiled at me. I greeted him joyfully and I gave him a little box of chocolates. He thanked me and I followed him into the flat. I could hand over the coat. At the dining table, he had already prepared everything. I sat down on the assigned seat.
Sitting next to me he said: "The best thing is to go over the mistakes from the last exam and repeat the normal stuff." He was really nice and explained wonderfully. Since I actually knew the stuff, we made rapid progress. He touched my hand from time to time. Whether by chance or not, I didn't know. At some point, my head started to be dizzy and I had to go to the toilet. There I freshened up and looked in the mirror.
When I was back, I sat down again and smiled at him. We immersed ourselves in the matter again. Now we already treated the material of the last few hours. I could look at his jeans and saw that he had a bulge in his trousers. When I noticed that we had almost finished, I ran my hand over his trousers. He moaned briefly and tried to stop it. But then he let it happen. Soon after, we started kissing. He was a little embarrassed. Then he said, "Come into my bedroom. It's more comfortable."
I followed him and there he started kissing me like crazy and almost tore my clothes off. I was standing there, a chubby 18-and-a-half-year-old girl. My breasts had grown a bit in the last half-year and were almost as huge as melons. My pubic hair was very long and dark. They stretched wildly in all directions.
I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His chest and belly were hairy. I opened his trousers, and they immediately slid down to his knees. The bulge in his underpants was huge. I tore them off and took his swollen cock slowly in my mouth. I sucked it like crazy and noticed how his excitement increased. He stroked my hair and murmured: "Nicci, it's just so beautiful. Go on like this… Oh, put it all in your mouth." I now took it nearly completely in my mouth and almost had to choke. Out again and the second time It went better. I took it out completely. He now stripped completely naked and kissed me wildly. Meanwhile, we moved back towards the bed.
There his kiss became more intense, and he pushed me onto the bed. There he rubbed his naked body against mine. He took his penis in his hand and now slowly rubbed it against my labia. Back and forth and back and forth, and then he pushed it in. I muttered: "I don't want to get pregnant." He quickly took it out and took the condoms out of the bedside drawer. With practice, he opened the packet and rolled a condom over his dick. He pushed it back into my vagina and now fucked me relatively hard. His balls were tapping hard on my shame. In between, he stopped and started to suck my left breast with his mouth. My nipple was stiff and hard. It felt so good. Sex was just a good invention.
I'd stretch out my right breast and said, "She wants too, otherwise she gets jealous." He just grinned and took my right breast in his mouth and sucked and rubbed his tongue back and forth over my nipple. Now he began to move slowly again. The back and forth movements made strange smacking noises. This was probably due to the great wetness. Now he moved faster and I watched his face, and we both came at the same time. I moaned loudly and I could tell by the wild twitches of his penis that he had come too. We lay together and stroked each other a little more. He said, "If you want, you can take a shower." I shook my head and after a while, we got up. Without many words, we dressed again. I kissed him saying goodbye and left the flat.
At home, I entered the following in my list:
No. 4: July 1985, disco, Philippe, young man. Blowing. Good.
No. 5: remains my secret.
No. 6: remains my secret
No. 7: the beginning of December 1985, at Wolfsweg, Berlin. Mr. Meier, my teacher, about forty. Forgot the condom at first, I hope it doesn't have any consequences. It was quite okay. My goal to seduce him was achieved!
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