Gebutterte deutsche Brötchen
Sylvia and I took a taxi from our hotel to Englischer Garten in downtown Munich along the banks of the Lsar. The park is about 4 sq. km. in size and peppered by small strands of trees and woods intermingled among the extensive well-maintained lawns. In the summer, many “Muenchner” and their “Muencherin” spend the warm months frolicking in the meadows and catching a tan or a frisbee. We thought it would be great to pack some loaves of bread, Silvia’s favorite cheeses and wursts and my favorite mustard, along with a bottle of Liebfraumilch and then enjoy our afternoon along the river.
We found a good private spot along the Lsar’s bank and away from the public footpath. We put our picnic blankets out in a large semi-square shape and Syvia lay a towel in a patch of sunlight. She slowly stripped down entirely naked, making a little show for me while she did so. Finally laying down, she looked over at me and patted the ground next to her to beckon me over. She watched as I ambled and started to sit down but then she reached over and tugged on my pants.
“Verliere sie, Süße” she said.
So I stood and removed my clothes as well. My hard on stood tall and hot when I finally stood naked before her. Due to my Welsh DNA, I’m a somewhat of a bear but I’ve taken to being closely shorn around my pubic region from my waistline down to mid thigh. My cock stood out from this area with an angry red color, leaking some shiny fluid from the tip.
“Das sieht bedrohlich aus” she whispered. “Komm her, ich muss mich darum kümmern”.
I knelt beside her again and she leaned over and took just the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue made circles around the edge of my fat glans and pushed on my leaking cum hole.
“Holy fuck, Sylvia” I exclaimed. “Du dreckige Schlampe”.
She sucked her cheeks in and bobbed her head. I lightly touched the back of her head. she grasped my shaft at the base and fondled my balls. Snorting air through her nose, her mouth suction brought me off. Without any warning, I shot what felt like a liter of semen into her mouth.
“Oh, my god Sylvia that was good. Thank you.” I bent down and kissed her cum glazed lips. She opened her mouth and a great portion of my own load was transferred back to me.
“Du bist die Spermaschlampe, Süße”, She said.
“Would you want me any other way?”, I asked.
Our privacy was suddenly interrupted.
“Bravo, old chap. What a good show!”.
I looked toward the sound and two mature gentlemen had been standing just out of my peripheral vision. A pile of Bocce balls gathered at their feet. The man on the left stood in his shorts that were down around his ankles and a Manchester United T-Shirt. The man to his right, was a shade of dark black, and I imagined from deepest part of Afrika, his close cropped hair peppered in grey. I could not help but gasp as I noticed his cock protruding from his pants. It stood out at a 45 degree angle and then curved straight up. Even from 10 meters away it looked impressive.
“I like that” said Sylvia from behind me. She had turned onto her stomach and was eyeing the both of them. Her big breasts pooled around her as she leaned on her elbows and arched her back.
“Er ähnelt einem Elefanten”, she whispered to me.
“Would you both like to join us for awhile?” I asked.
I still knelt on the blanket as I felt my dripping cock come back to life. They both came closer, stopping at the edge of the blanket only half meter from me.
“Bring mir diesen gigantischen Schwanz, Süße”, Sylvia commanded.
I reached out and grasped the largest, blackest penis I had ever seen. The big Afrikaner smiled and looked down at my fist which was barely able to encircle his shaft. I tugged him closer to Sylvia and she rose up and grasped it with both hands just above mine. At least 15 centimeters of shaft and glans still remained and a large drop of milky white cum drooled downward onto Sylvia’s upper hand. She cocked her head sideways, reached out with her tongue and collected the semen pooled between her thumb and forefinger. She turned and kissed me again.
“I say old chap, do you like your buns well buttered, as well?”, the Englishman exclaimed as he stroked his hard cock.
“Was meint er, Süße?” She stopped tonguing the big black man’s glans for just a moment.
“He wants to know if I like sloppy seconds, you slut”, I reached over with both hands and parted her round ass cheeks, revealing her bald pussy lips. The Englishman took that as an invitation and climbed around behind Sylvia. I reached out with one hand and rubbed him around her slit as he crouched behind her.
“Put it in you cheeky Yank” He exclaimed, and I did. He slid in to the hilt. Sylvia was so wet that there was no resistance. “Oh that’s a tight bird” He exclaimed as he started sawing back and forth between my fingers. I rubbed around the edges and played with her anus and his cock shaft.
The big Afrikaner finally spoke. “69” was all he said and extracting himself he moved down underneath Sylvia, his greying head under the spot where the Englishman was still sawing in and out. The Englishman’s low hanging balls slapped a tune on the Afrikaner’s forehead as a bright pink tongue snaked out and started assaulting her clitoris. On the other end, Sylvia had to rest on her palms and crane her neck to capture the Afrikaners elephant sized cock in her mouth again. The glans was so wide that it could barely fit, but twisting around, and opening her jaw to the fullest, her lips gave way and in, it went...
I felt left out for a moment but Sylvia reached out and gently grasped me by the balls, pulling me close to where she was still attached to the the Afrikaner’s gentle giant. My balls rode along his wet shaft as I waited my turn in Sylvia’s mouth. Finally she pulled off with a gasp and popped me into her mouth. The large black cock rode up my belly alongside her face and I reached out and grasped it around the end, thumbing over the slick pink head and dragging the dark foreskin down where it remained like a thick wool scarf. She was grunting and swirling her hips. I could hear sloshing and slurping noises coming from her overly excited and stuffed cunt and from the beating she was taking from the Englishman’s thick cock.
She came first. Howling and cursing in two languages simultaneously. “Ich bin eine Schlampe,
Fick mich, Fuck me, Fuck me, iss unser Sperma du schwarzer Bastard”.
I realized the Englishman had stopped moving, his eyes shut and his legs shaking, he grimaced and groaned. The Afrikaner’s giant penis jerked and I swore I could feel a pulse run up the shaft that my balls straddled. It exploded before I could warn Sylvia. Great gouts of pearly white cum spilled from her mouth all over both our shafts.
I stood and moved around behind Sylvia as the Englishman rolled away and collapsed on our blanket. I stood for a moment watching the Afrikaner suck the Englishman’s salty load from her cunt. His pearly white teeth and pink tongue in contrast with the black-as-night hands that spread her bottom apart. I moved in and positioned myself with my cock pointing at her pussy. It was too much for me. I had intended on mounting her too but the Afrikaner never flinched as he grasped me with one hand, and before I could get in, I too blew my second load of the morning which he directed all over her labia and pouting clitoris. Then he went back to work re-cleaning the entire area with his preposterously long pink tongue that alternated flat licks and stabbing jabs. Sylvia came for, at least, the second time, (later, she told me the fifth time), and collapsed on his body, his still hard black cock reaching over her shoulder and leaking down her back.
“Well Yank, I think she’s well buttered now”, said the Englishman.
We found a good private spot along the Lsar’s bank and away from the public footpath. We put our picnic blankets out in a large semi-square shape and Syvia lay a towel in a patch of sunlight. She slowly stripped down entirely naked, making a little show for me while she did so. Finally laying down, she looked over at me and patted the ground next to her to beckon me over. She watched as I ambled and started to sit down but then she reached over and tugged on my pants.
“Verliere sie, Süße” she said.
So I stood and removed my clothes as well. My hard on stood tall and hot when I finally stood naked before her. Due to my Welsh DNA, I’m a somewhat of a bear but I’ve taken to being closely shorn around my pubic region from my waistline down to mid thigh. My cock stood out from this area with an angry red color, leaking some shiny fluid from the tip.
“Das sieht bedrohlich aus” she whispered. “Komm her, ich muss mich darum kümmern”.
I knelt beside her again and she leaned over and took just the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue made circles around the edge of my fat glans and pushed on my leaking cum hole.
“Holy fuck, Sylvia” I exclaimed. “Du dreckige Schlampe”.
She sucked her cheeks in and bobbed her head. I lightly touched the back of her head. she grasped my shaft at the base and fondled my balls. Snorting air through her nose, her mouth suction brought me off. Without any warning, I shot what felt like a liter of semen into her mouth.
“Oh, my god Sylvia that was good. Thank you.” I bent down and kissed her cum glazed lips. She opened her mouth and a great portion of my own load was transferred back to me.
“Du bist die Spermaschlampe, Süße”, She said.
“Would you want me any other way?”, I asked.
Our privacy was suddenly interrupted.
“Bravo, old chap. What a good show!”.
I looked toward the sound and two mature gentlemen had been standing just out of my peripheral vision. A pile of Bocce balls gathered at their feet. The man on the left stood in his shorts that were down around his ankles and a Manchester United T-Shirt. The man to his right, was a shade of dark black, and I imagined from deepest part of Afrika, his close cropped hair peppered in grey. I could not help but gasp as I noticed his cock protruding from his pants. It stood out at a 45 degree angle and then curved straight up. Even from 10 meters away it looked impressive.
“I like that” said Sylvia from behind me. She had turned onto her stomach and was eyeing the both of them. Her big breasts pooled around her as she leaned on her elbows and arched her back.
“Er ähnelt einem Elefanten”, she whispered to me.
“Would you both like to join us for awhile?” I asked.
I still knelt on the blanket as I felt my dripping cock come back to life. They both came closer, stopping at the edge of the blanket only half meter from me.
“Bring mir diesen gigantischen Schwanz, Süße”, Sylvia commanded.
I reached out and grasped the largest, blackest penis I had ever seen. The big Afrikaner smiled and looked down at my fist which was barely able to encircle his shaft. I tugged him closer to Sylvia and she rose up and grasped it with both hands just above mine. At least 15 centimeters of shaft and glans still remained and a large drop of milky white cum drooled downward onto Sylvia’s upper hand. She cocked her head sideways, reached out with her tongue and collected the semen pooled between her thumb and forefinger. She turned and kissed me again.
“I say old chap, do you like your buns well buttered, as well?”, the Englishman exclaimed as he stroked his hard cock.
“Was meint er, Süße?” She stopped tonguing the big black man’s glans for just a moment.
“He wants to know if I like sloppy seconds, you slut”, I reached over with both hands and parted her round ass cheeks, revealing her bald pussy lips. The Englishman took that as an invitation and climbed around behind Sylvia. I reached out with one hand and rubbed him around her slit as he crouched behind her.
“Put it in you cheeky Yank” He exclaimed, and I did. He slid in to the hilt. Sylvia was so wet that there was no resistance. “Oh that’s a tight bird” He exclaimed as he started sawing back and forth between my fingers. I rubbed around the edges and played with her anus and his cock shaft.
The big Afrikaner finally spoke. “69” was all he said and extracting himself he moved down underneath Sylvia, his greying head under the spot where the Englishman was still sawing in and out. The Englishman’s low hanging balls slapped a tune on the Afrikaner’s forehead as a bright pink tongue snaked out and started assaulting her clitoris. On the other end, Sylvia had to rest on her palms and crane her neck to capture the Afrikaners elephant sized cock in her mouth again. The glans was so wide that it could barely fit, but twisting around, and opening her jaw to the fullest, her lips gave way and in, it went...
I felt left out for a moment but Sylvia reached out and gently grasped me by the balls, pulling me close to where she was still attached to the the Afrikaner’s gentle giant. My balls rode along his wet shaft as I waited my turn in Sylvia’s mouth. Finally she pulled off with a gasp and popped me into her mouth. The large black cock rode up my belly alongside her face and I reached out and grasped it around the end, thumbing over the slick pink head and dragging the dark foreskin down where it remained like a thick wool scarf. She was grunting and swirling her hips. I could hear sloshing and slurping noises coming from her overly excited and stuffed cunt and from the beating she was taking from the Englishman’s thick cock.
She came first. Howling and cursing in two languages simultaneously. “Ich bin eine Schlampe,
Fick mich, Fuck me, Fuck me, iss unser Sperma du schwarzer Bastard”.
I realized the Englishman had stopped moving, his eyes shut and his legs shaking, he grimaced and groaned. The Afrikaner’s giant penis jerked and I swore I could feel a pulse run up the shaft that my balls straddled. It exploded before I could warn Sylvia. Great gouts of pearly white cum spilled from her mouth all over both our shafts.
I stood and moved around behind Sylvia as the Englishman rolled away and collapsed on our blanket. I stood for a moment watching the Afrikaner suck the Englishman’s salty load from her cunt. His pearly white teeth and pink tongue in contrast with the black-as-night hands that spread her bottom apart. I moved in and positioned myself with my cock pointing at her pussy. It was too much for me. I had intended on mounting her too but the Afrikaner never flinched as he grasped me with one hand, and before I could get in, I too blew my second load of the morning which he directed all over her labia and pouting clitoris. Then he went back to work re-cleaning the entire area with his preposterously long pink tongue that alternated flat licks and stabbing jabs. Sylvia came for, at least, the second time, (later, she told me the fifth time), and collapsed on his body, his still hard black cock reaching over her shoulder and leaking down her back.
“Well Yank, I think she’s well buttered now”, said the Englishman.
3 years ago
