Plum juice - 1

This story begins around the turn of the century. It consists primarily of anecdotes from that early period. In the first part (there will be a part 2) it can seem a bit confusing, maybe even a bit chaotic. But later you will understand. Those anecdotes are largely based on truth, exaggerated here and there and made up a few little things. But the basics actually happened.

Like me, Marieke might wonder why we never really fucked. By that I mean very clinically: penetration. To put it a little more plastically: my dick has never been in her pussy or ass. To this day I still regret that. And when we meet I have the feeling that she feels the same way. And the possibilities were endless. Not that the entire sexual experience of either of us was just based on penetration...of course not, there are so many other stimulating sexual acts that are or can be very satisfying, but I still feel that in the end a cock is at stake. belongs in a cunt, ass or mouth from time to time.

Incidentally, as usual for my stories, a warning in advance: the characters in my story, especially the women, when excited, do not use the language of the Union of Dutch Christian housewives. On the contrary... they use very vulgar language...I'm very sorry, but I have contributed little to nothing to Marieke's sexual education. And certainly not her daughter.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS, SKIP THIS STORY.

What I say about the horny or foul language, especially with her, is indeed correct. Actually she is a very neat girl, but when the horniness strikes, she becomes a common bitch. Then she feels a sexual

liberated woman

, as she defends her dirty talk, a little shyly. Always have been, for as long as I've known her and if we happen to be together in later times, we'll still whisper foul words and exciting phrases to each other, grinning.

We know each other because we worked together in the same department of the X... hospital. Both as .. in the internal medicine department. And from the very beginning we more than got along, despite the age difference of almost 18 years. Slowly a sexually challenging atmosphere crept into the friendly relationship. No nonsense in the spirit of #MeToo, but tantalizing from both sides. ( luckily meToo# did not exist)

For example, we unexpectedly sat together on a course and of course huddled next to each other in the lecture halls. On the pretext that she had to ask me something about the presentation, which was boring, by the way, so that no one would be suspicious, she leans over and whispers:

Do you still feel like having a good time? On the toilet? There is nothing wrong with that course.

I do my best to put on an interested face about the course and say quietly:

Is your cunt nice and wet then?... I would like to stick my boner in it by now.She replies with a stern look on her face, something like:

Then maybe now is finally the opportunity. Do you have a nice portion of fresh seed for me?

, to which I enthusiastically nod yes. The angry

SSTTTT

from our fellow conference attendees compels us to keep our mouths shut.

During the break we walked together to the toilets and I lingered until the break was almost over. When almost everyone was back in the room, I crept into the ladies' room and almost tripped over the threshold (typically there was no threshold) because Marieke was leaning forward against a washbasin, her beautiful buttocks exposed and her already short skirt, turned up. She had her beautiful slender legs, fitted with half-high boots with a heel of about 8 cm, and her slip visible in between. But what slip!! No thong, but black lace, half and tight over her buttocks.

But in the middle was...nothing. The horny slut had put on crotchless bottoms for a refresher course of 650. She was clearly out, despite her marital status, to score at least a good fuck and preferably a cunt full of cum. And it didn't have to be mine, because she didn't know I'd be there too. So a very promiscuous female... As long as she gets sperm, she allows a lot.

Apart from these considerations, she also ran the risk that someone else would have entered. But she wanted that. So also exhibitionistic...

Two of her fingers were now slipping through the wet crack. I stood 5 feet away from her and heard her cunt sopping. With a horny look in her eyes, she turned her head in my direction and whispered to me:

Come, horny bear, use my slit, that nice hot crack and lick the juice from my horny hole. And when you've had enough of that, you have to cover for me. Finally thrusting that nice fat fat rod into my fun channel and spraying your slut, your whore, your slut full of your thick man porridge. Come on, lick my plum nice and empty...I gladly obeyed and knelt down behind her and began to lick the cunt of the hot, horny creature in long strokes. While I was doing that, her anus winked at me so I couldn't resist paying attention to that too. With some force I pushed my tongue into the delicious brown fuck hole. My slut almost started to prance and stuck three fingers in her soaking wet plum. Breathing heavily, she started swearing and cursing that I should lick her honey jars and make her fucking come. I licked even more diligently from ass to cunt, also licking the juice off her fucking fingers. She regularly took it out of her slit to offer me her horny. After a few minutes of raging like this, she started to shake and to cum with restrained cursing and cursing. An almost insurmountable stream of cum spurted from her hot slit. I couldn't catch it all, so it clattered to the floor.

However...she made such a noise, despite her intention to be quiet, that worried voices could be heard from the corridor, coming to see what was going on. She hurriedly shoved me into a toilet cubicle and I kept quiet. Marieke stood with one hand on her head, her skirt now knocking down street workers' language, because she supposedly had bumped her head against the tap when she went to hang under it to drink.

She reassured the staff member who entered and apologized for her language. When that lady, still suspicious, had left, she whispered to me that unfortunately she couldn't help me any further, but that I should jerk myself off, to which she chuckled. It was too risky now. Quickly she slid her nothing, which was supposed to be panties, under the door and ordered my cum to be deposited in her panties. She included a plastic bag, which usually comes with Kleenex handkerchiefs, and wanted me to put the squirted panties in there. So she had something of mine to smell on the way home.

She later sent me a video of her sitting in the car in a parking lot slowly opening the bag and smelling it with obvious pleasure at her bottoms. Then she put a piece of cloth in her mouth and slowly sucked out the semen. A week later she sent me a letter, which contained the panties, in a plastic bag with a note saying that she had put the thing back on after sucking it dry and masturbated about four times with the panties on . Haven't washed since then.

I jerked off to it a few times, of course you can understand that and afterwards thought it was pretty risky of her, since my wife could have opened the envelope too. But fortunately that had not happened.

.But with all that, we hadn't fucked again...

This was a while ago, but recently happened on another course, where we both were, her sneaky question at the drink, after the course:

Glass of red wine

or, very naughtily:

Prefer prune juice?

And the way she looked left nothing to be desired in clarity.

And I know her as a very hot, horny woman, who could come instantly, if the circumstances allowed. A gentle squeeze on her swollen nipple, at the right time during her horniness, could be enough. She's always so horny. And that drive hadn't diminished over the years. On the contrary, I may say. And so did I

swelling and leaking

consequences, so that I had to rush to the bathroom to avoid further wet stains, leaving her giggling. Actually, I should jerk off to the toilet, but I didn't dare, because maybe there would still be an opportunity to dump the cum somewhere in her beautiful body, despite both of our marital status.

Hope is alive!!!

So on the toilet I put a piece of paper around my dick, so that the dripping pre-cum would be caught in the paper. Otherwise you would be a monkey all evening with such a wet spot in your pants.

But alas, once again nothing had happened. I guess neither of us dared or the opportunity arose!!! Afraid to risk our good relationship with his or her partner... Too bad.

I will now quickly sketch how we treated each other in the beginning.

So I have known Marieke for almost 20 years. In the beginning we also messed around with each other, as described above. Not seriously, but only out of lust and need for physical relaxation.

At one point the tension ran so high with both of us that we started to kiss each other intimately. After a hesitant start, it quickly turned into an inspiring duel of two tongues. At the same time, I put my hand under her short skirt in her panties (she still wore them then) or on her tits, while she stimulated my cock. And sometimes she fingered my ass, sometimes even up to my prostate. She could do that so well that sometimes, without any jerking, but as a result of the prostrate stimulation, to her and my great pleasure, I started to squirt. And a lot of fun that she had... In return I did not give in to her and sometimes fingered both fun holes, until she sometimes sprayed her horns a meter away.

In the pub, on the train, at home and usually when no one saw it. But sometimes we just keep going, even if someone is watching. And sometimes we invite him or her to join.

They were basically just outings with each other, in addition to some more serious relationships with others. Despite the tension and sexual escapades, we got along great all the time and we both considered the sexual acts as play.

Spielerei

should I explain: at one point, quite a long time ago, when we went to the pub together (on the night we first started fidgeting with each other), Marieke suddenly said:

Dear darling, we have been good friends for a long time, (the expression

friends with benefits

was not well known at the time) but it will probably be limited to that. But sometimes, in your presence, I have a terrible sex drive. Actually, I almost always feel like sex, but in your presence it is very pregnant. But I don't want to fuck you, because that will probably ruin our friendship in the long run. And I certainly don't want that. But I would like to play with you. And watch you play with your dick. I'm not going to fuck you when we get home, although I'd love to mate with you; I think you can tell because if the street was completely quiet you would probably hear my horny cunt sopping. But do you mind if I put my hand in your pants right away and start playing with your dick. Then you can also take a good look at me, because I think you want that too. Stroking that fat cock of yours, or fingering my cunt. Anything but stick your cock in me. Watch me stroke my wet slit until I have an orgasm. And I'd like to see you squirt. When I see a hot boy squirting, I almost come anyway. What???... I'm about to come right now, just thinking about it and talking about it... Come on baby, is that okay? Are you in??... Only foxes with each other!!!I thought her reasoning was a fallacy, because sex with or without penetration is still sex. But she couldn't be dissuaded from her opinion, so I let it be. However, I had arrived at a small boiling point just because of her horny talk. And despite the fact that we had never committed any sexual acts with each other at that time, talk aside, I was convinced that it was going to be really hot. In addition, she had told me in the past that she could undeniably become very rude in the mouth during sexual arousal. And I didn't find that unpleasant either. On the contrary, I wanted to experience that too. A horny, cumming girl, who started to foul mouth. Once, in the beginning, she apologized for her profanities. I chuckled and asked her not to mind in advance, because extreme civilization does not belong in a horny game. I experienced that enough with my other fuck buddies, who didn't get any further than some groaning and moaning. To be fair, there was a difference in the volume. A little primitiveness was part of it. So... go as far as you want.

So I agreed to her proposal and let my hand wander, to her beautiful buttocks under the too short skirt. I pulled up the skirt and stroked the perky ass, which Marieke apparently liked very much. I wasn't surprised that she wasn't wearing any pants at the time. That almost always happened when going out. She said many a cock had found her fuck entrance so easily, even in crowded halls.

She started pressing her bottom against my hand and we walked the last streets to her house. With my hand under her pulled up skirt, so that her beautiful buttocks were exposed, which led to jeers and whistles from passing cyclists of all kinds. Luckily it was 3:00 in the night, so definitely not busy. Her left hand rubbed my crotch, causing my cock to protest angrily.

She grinned back and every now and then she raised her hand or her middle finger and sometimes twirled her nice round ass. With her nice, tight provocative buttocks, which led to even more reactions...

When we got home we walked over to the couch and almost immediately she started French kissing me in a horrible, horny way, so that the drool ran from one mouth to the other and she grabbed my crotch at the same time. My already thick swollen cock was very easy to feel, so a moment later she unzipped my pants and gently stroked the swollen cock filled pants through my panties. However, she was so unhappy sitting next to me that I couldn't really reach anything myself. So I asked her a little later if she wanted to sit on the couch opposite me.

She let go of my cock in protest and lay back on the other couch. At my request, her legs spread wide and I looked into a luscious-looking slit, indeed no panties, which I had already felt, the cunt lips of which were quite wide open. Juice dripped from her plum. And the cutie looked overheated. She started fingering herself profusely, asking me in a hoarse voice:

Think it's nice that I'm fingering my soaking cunt for you, sweetheart. I love it myself, when you watch me get ready. And then you have to make that fat cock of yours squirt right away. Please lots of seed, I need that. If you can make it, please over my hot cunt.

I stood in front of her, opened my pants and showed her my ready cock.

Sopping and fingering she looked with wide eyes and a fierce look from my eyes to my steel hard cock. I don't want to brag, what that happens so much on this site, but I do get the 18 to 19cm and a diameter of 4 to 5 cm and she once confided in me that she liked an ounce of cock more. So no problem in that regard.

She started fingering more and more viciously and now had 3 fingers in her wide open horny crack. I stood in front of her, dragging my pole and after a few minutes we both started to breathe heavier. And yes, she couldn't hold back (thankfully). She was moaning like crazy and as she approached her orgasm she began to use more and more foul language, interspersed with a couple of strong curses. It is true that she had confided in me very shyly that she was going crazy vocally and using the most foul language before and during her orgasm, but I was still amazed that such a seemingly neat girl (and I'm not talking about that evening, because by now the scales had already partly fallen from my eyes after the trip home), could speak such foul language:God damn son of a bitch, jerk off that fat cock. Jerk that pole and squirt your horny against my bitch crack. Let yourself go and use my body as a cum dump. You can, ... no you have to spray my body completely with your delicious horny. Squirt against my cum pod... no, horny guy, don't do that. Come and sit with your knees on either side and spray your delicious man juice over that horny head of mine. Come on, right in my face with that jizz!!!