איך וואק אמאל אריין אין מקוה, שוין ביי די שאוער'ס זעה איך א בחור'ל, ער קוקט ארום, מיר קוקט עס אויס ווי ער זיכט עפעס גוטס, איך קוק צוריק, והנה נצב, ס'האט זיך אים אויפגעשטעלט דעם מילה, ער קוקט ווייטער, ער וויל זעהן צו איינער קוקט אויף אים, איך קוק שטארק, כ'מאך זעכער אז ער באמערקט ווי מיין ציהלט צו אים גראד.. ער ווערט ווילדער און זייפט זיך און רייבט זיך. איך בלינק אים מיט די אויגן, מ'גיימער אריין אין בור, ווי תיכף ומיד האבן מיר אנגעהויבן ארבייטן איינער אויפן צווייטן. מרייבן מיר אריין, איך קוועטש זיין תחת, און אין מינוט'ן האט ער געמאכט זרע שווימען אין די וואסער, ווען הינטער א מינוט מישן זיך אויס מיינע קינדערלעך אויך.
ער גייט ארויס, ס'איז אים שוין קליין. איך גיי צוריק אין שאוער און איך זעה 'אים' אין שאוער מיט א פלאָפי דיק, ס'איז מיר אינטערעסאנט געווען, שוין איז ער פריש אין די מוד? אזוי באטראכטענדיג זעה איך ווי 'ער' זייפט זיך און ווערט אביסעלע הארטער. איך האב אים מקנה געווען ווי שנעל ער גייט פאר ראונד צוויי... איך זעה ער קוקט אויף מיר, ער זיכט צו כאפן מיין אטענטשן, איך טראכט צו מיר, האמער נישט יעצט געהאט א שמוטשקע?
איך בין נישט געווען אין די מוד צו גיין נאכאמאל, גיי איך צו מיין פלאץ און איך זעה ווי 'ער' איז שוין כמעט אנגעטוהן. איך בין געווען צומישט, ביז איך האב געזעהן אז ס'דא צוויי! צווילינגס! תאומים! ביידע די זעלבע אויסזעהן מיט פיינע כלים. איינס האב איך יעצט געהאט און דער צווייטער וויל אויך...
איין דעלעמע האב איך געהאט, זיי קוקן אויס אזוי ענדליך, פון ווי וועל איך וויסן די נעקסטע מאל צו ס'איז ער אדער דער ברודער?
פאלגט נאך וויאזוי מ'האמער געהאט ביידע. און ווען מיר האבן געהאט ביידע בענעזאם!
So is our relationship, it's insanely delicious chocolate, although the dose of meetings (the quality filling), too little (at least for me),
But I know that every drop of such time is rich in love and passion.
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That's enough for me.
And for you, I wish you all the best in the world, because you deserve it.
As much as you want, as much as you dream.
yours, muti
He looks at her now, dreaming of the moment they leave the restaurant and move to the nearby guesthouse, imagining the water that will envelop them together.
"Motty, are you with me?"
"Yes, I enjoy looking at you and dreaming"
"Then let's dream together" she signals to the waiter to hand over the bill.
*
The wide bed, the jacuzzi in the corner of the room, the relaxing smell, everything together and separately, works on her immediately.
She feels how the tension from this evening suddenly falls from her, and she already wants to throw off the blue dress, the baggy pantyhose,
to cuddle in the arms of the man she is with, who is celebrating her today.
She sits down on the wooden bench facing the horizon, the mountains. Her gaze is dreamy for a moment, but the touch of his hands on her shoulders brings her back to reality.
She has her back to him, but his presence is stronger than ever. She rests her head on his stomach, surrendering to his hands that travel over her, still over the dress.
"Do you want to unzip me?"
"I want more than this" he says and kisses the bare back of her head, he lets the dress fall around her, exposing her shoulders and back.
She stands up and the dress falls to her feet, almost like me, he thinks to himself and feels his manhood come to life.
She turns to him, the lace bra barely covering her beautiful breasts, and he waits for a sign from her, the smallest, that he can continue.
"Where did you come from Lee" he answered her, kissing the hair of the wig on her head, from there down to the forehead and lips that were just waiting for him to make the move.
They lay back on the cold, damp wooden floor of the pier, letting the wind caress them. Her head rested on his hand, leaving signs of a new woman, of adventure.
"I have very clear boundaries," she said, counting stars in the sky.
"I see" he said "I will learn and memorize all your boundaries, I will respect them all. I promise" Her lips were probably already out of bounds, because she surrendered to his kiss, as if it was her first in a long time.
Only the fish and the waves can tell what was there on the south pier, in front of their darkening hotel.
***
Two years have passed and Michal has already learned her limits, learned what they are for and how to bend them. Or Dama Muti learned how to bend them, otherwise there is no explanation for their last night together.
She drives on the prairie road, her hand moves under her skirt, along her thigh. Slowly.
She is almost tempted to pull over and call him, but she knows that he has continued to an important meeting, and the clear limit is not to disturb during work.
She touches herself between her legs, feels the heat spreading through her and rising.
She sees in her imagination what happened just a few hours ago, the rocking body, swaying, the hands touching, delightful.
She is already thinking about their next vacation together, just a little more she whispers to herself and gets off the road to an abandoned parking lot.
"Thank you for not bumping into me this time" she said and smiled at him.
"I usually get stuck with women less" he smiled "by the way, Muti, very pleasant".
"Michel, but you don't shake hands with men, you just bump into them"
"And what is Michal doing here in Eilat? Alone?"
"Listen, we met exactly a second ago, let's leave the details for the next time you run into me" she smiled at him and went to the table where a teenage girl was sitting playing on her cell phone.
*
A concert at a hotel was never one of those things that Michal would jump at with great joy, but her daughter drove her crazy today and she felt that it wouldn't hurt her to have some quiet time for herself, or with the music that would be there.
The hall was only partially full, Michal took a glass of white wine from the bar and sat down at the back of the hall.
Shlomi Shabat played one of the familiar songs on stage, Michal knew some of the words and sang to herself quietly.
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"Can I sit down?" The voice asked and Michal turned her head just for a moment, trying to remember the name of this man, who she couldn't possibly run into again.
"A free country" she answered, trying not to give him too good a feeling. The chair was moved and he sat next to her, a masculine scent took over her breath and she tried in vain to ignore it.
The music played for her, people got up to dance near the stage, and only she stayed behind. She and the strange man and his smell.
"Didn't you get up to dance?"
"No, but you are free to get up if you feel like it."
"Thank you, I've been waiting all evening for your approval."
I woke up today in the morning very horny in the catskills I called a cab I to get to work like 45 minutes drive from where I was the cab arrived a frum chasidish guy it was 5-10 minutes in the way I see the driver on this phone On this app and that app And then I noticed one of these chats some hot gay stuff So I started talking with him At first he was a little ashamed But then I offered him to play around 25 minute in he pulled over We had a hot session then I told them I need him for a every day ride
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Hannah heard the statement pierce through the ecstasy that she had been experiencing. Her caution, which had been rather silent ever since she had taken his cock into her mouth, reared its head. Visions of consequences danced in her head. The risky part of her however expelled her visions with ideas of how good it would feel to have his warm seed deposited deeply within her. Consequences be damned.
“Deep inside of me pleeease.” she said muffled by the pillow. He spend to speed up, the idea of depositing his seed deep within his sister in law pushing the cap off the champagne bottle. A large rope of seed shot like an arrow from his cock and deep inside her. Yoel plunged back inside the warm passage, hilting himself. The next rope shot out. Hannah felt his muscles tighten each time followed by the warmth and the incredible feeling of fullness. After a few lesser pumps of his cock, Yoel slowly pulled out. The cum remained within her. He came around and lay next to her. His arms turned her on her side and he began to spoon her. She felt drops of cum whip themselves unto her tight ass. His semi erect cock pocked into it.
“That was… Incredible.”
“It was, thank you Hannah. I really needed to cum.”
“What are you doing now?” His arm snuck around her body and began massaging her large perky tit.
“I guess I’m going to have to sneak back into my room.” Though Hannah knew that it was what would have to happen, after all she had no idea how in the world either would explain what he was doing in her room shabbos morning, but she was disappointing. As great as the sex was, the feeling of her being in his arms was also increable and she wanted to stay like this forever.
“How long can you stay?”
“I don’t want to say any longer. You tuckered me out and I don’t want to accidentally fall asleep.”
Hannah pouted to herself, but by this time her cautious side had reared its head, even making her feel a tinge of regret. She knew that he was right.
“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?”
“Of course.” Yoel moved over her until they were face to face laying on the bed. She felt his breath play upon her lips. A spark seemed to pass between them in the dark before they met. The familiar fireworks sparked as she leaned into the kiss. After what was far to little time in her opinion he abruptly left her. She sat up to see where he went and all she saw was a final picture of him framed in the slight light as he walked out her door and closed it. Leaving her alone in her room with a pussy full of cum and a desire to make this not the last time.
She bent over, where upon her brother in law gave her ass a quiet smack. She instantly stood straight up. She looked over but he was already buckling up his belt and grabbing his tallis kattan. She rubbed her ass, and suddenly desired that he slap it again. She finished picking up her dress and walked behind him quietly up the stairs. They stole past her other sister’s room and into hers. He had never been in her room before, and with the pitch black, he slowed down and felt around for her bed. Finding it rapidly in the corner of the room, he turned around and she felt him sweep her off her feet. He held her bridal style and cautiously crept over to her bed in the pitch black. His feet, felt the edge of the bed and then dumped her on there. She gave a little quiet yelp as she fell heavily onto her bed and bounced a little. Yoel shushed her as he also climbed onto her bed. Grasping her wrists, he spread her out and resumed his passionate kissing of her. After a minute or so of kissing, Hannah pulled back. She could just see the reflection of one of the street lights from outside the window on his eyes.
“Please…” She said with a needy whiny voice. Though that’s all she said, Yoel instantly knew exactly what she wanted. He kissed her chin and let his tongue trail down her body until he reached her bras. He grasped her tits and began to kneed and massage them. While his wife’s were larger, hers were more round and perky. His hands found their way around her as she arched her back to give them access. He felt around for the clasp of her bra. After a moment’s fumbling, he undid the claps and tossed her bra into the corner of the dark room. He tongue instantly found it way to her erect nipple. While it flicked her nipple up and down, his other hand continued its assault upon her breast. Lowering his mouth, Yoel enveloped her nipple with his mouth. He began sucking, drawing forth a quiet moan from his sister in law. His other hand moved underneath the waist band of her underwear and his finger snuck into her pussy. His mouth left her breast with a silent pop. He trailed his tongue down her smooth skin until it reached the top of her pussy. It pushed between her folds and into her wet pussy. For the first time something besides a finger had entered her virgin cunt. Sure, she had had fingers in there, but his tongue with its texture rubbing against her clit. She felt it tweak her clit. A new rush of pleasure seemed to build within her. The feeling of someone else being dedicated to her rather then just her doing it. Every movement of his tongue seemed almost like a surprise. The uncertainty just built the pleasure that seemed to come like a bathtub filling with water. His finger plunged deeper from the surface stroking of her pussy lips into the depths of her arousal.
Yoel felt the wetness of her pussy and tasted her cum. It tasted a little like his wife’s cum of a sort of a grapefruit but had a twist all its own. Almost like a blood orange but without the citrus. With just a hint of bitter. As he continued to push his finger in and out while sucking and licking her clit, she grew even wetter. Yoel cast his mind back to him and his wife’s wedding night, that was the last time that he had been with a woman that was this wet. She had so much cum that his fingers made quiet squelch noises and a little dribbled out. Raising his head, Hannah whined a little. She had continued to reach crests of pleasure building higher then she thought possible within her loins and the removal of his warm tongue flicking her clit represented a steep dive.
She smiled to herself slowly and between paragraphs of the magazine began to steal glances at his bulge. Once she glanced up at his face, that was rapidly seeming more and more attractive to her. Their eyes suddenly met and he looked away quickly. Hannah looked down at her magazine. Her heart pumping, she realized that he was glancing at her. The cautious part of her urged her to cut her losses and go masturbate in bed. However, the risky part of her won out and shifted to be closer to him. He noticed and didn’t shift away.
As she continued to read her magazine she slyly looked at his face. After a minutes, his eyes turned towards her. She enjoyed his hungry graze sweep her form clad in her shabbos dress. She had shifted the skirt under her so that it showed as much of her form as she could. She pretended to not notice his eyes and pulled up her dress to the top of her thigh, revealing her smooth skin for him to see. She scratch her thigh and pulled down her dress slightly, still showing her calf and part of her thigh. From the corner of her eye, she could feel his eyes staring at her thighs. I quick glance confirmed the bulge was there. Her heart beat faster in her chest at her boldness. Part of her wanted to cut her losses, but his gaze, and knowing that the bulge was there because of her, and not her sister, continued the heat rising in her belly. She began to feel arousal bead up somewhere deep inside her pussy. She had to have that cock, fuck her sister. A small part of her placed an image of her being literally fucked by her sister and then dismissed it.
She decided to be more bold and stretched again letting the magazine fall and letting her hand brush across his leg and his bulge. A seemingly electric shock went through her hand as she got closer to a dick then ever in her life. She quickly retracted and then began to apologize.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you there.”
“Its no problem accidents happen.” His tone of voice betrayed that he knew it wasn’t an accident and he wasn’t just being polite.
“I know, I seem to do a lot of accidents.”
“That’s fine, I don’t mind your accidents.”
She saw his eyes glance to where her sister had vanished. A seeming war within his mind.
“As long as they stay accidents…” That last sentence was seemingly dragged out of him by the last part of his mind that told him not to egg on his nineteen year old sister in law. She could see the desire in his eyes. She sat up, letting the magazine lay splayed out on the floor, and moved closer to him. The good sense in his head began to leave. She could see his eyes wistfully glance at her now covered thigh. She grabbed her dress and pulled it up all the way revealing her right thigh nearly displaying her purple underwear and revealing her left calf.
“Oops.”
His breath quickened at the sight of her thigh. Rather then slyly glancing and hoping she wouldn’t notice and cover it up, his eyes feasted upon the sight. Hannah saw his eyes gazing at her thigh and her arousal increased. Her brother in law, rather then a curt be tznius or leaving, was sitting here, his book in his hands almost forgotten as he ogled her thighs. While part of her just wanted to take her dress off and jump on his lap. She saw that he wasn’t completely wrapped around her finger. She moved even closer to him, letting her leg press up against his.
“I hope...that was another accident” He shifted away, but his eyes never left thighs. She didn’t move and just stared at his eyes, looking deep within and seeing the war. She decided to help decide his passions and pulled her dress up, revealing her inner thighs and purple underwear. She squeezed her arms together displaying her massive tits. Her sister has once mentioned that he liked hers before blushing and stopping. His eyes in a second moved to her tits and any war within him ended in a victory for her. He reached out his hand and placed it on her tit.
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"די ריינע השקפה"
פון שטענדיג אן איז וועלוול געווען א קעמפפער פאר די השקפה הטהורה. נאך אין ישיבה קטנה פלעגט ער געבן שארפע רעדעס קעגן די מינדעסטע טויש אין די הייליגע מסורה, ער פלעגט זיכער מאכן צו פאר'מסר'ן יעדן וואס הערט ראדיא אדער דרייט זיך אויף אומריינע גאסן חס ושלום. נישט אז וועלוול האט נישט ליב געהאט צו הערן שמוציגע פראגראמען אויף די ראדיא, ער האט ליב געהאט און נישט סתם ליב געהאט, ער פלעגט עס אויסהערן מיט די אבר אין די הענט, נאר פארקערט, טאקע אזוי האט ער געוויסט ווי שעדליך ראדיא איז, דאס וואס ער אליינס טוט איז נישט די נושא דא, א מענטש אידעך נאר א מענטש, ער האט דאך א שטארקן יצר הרע, אבער מלחמה האלטן דארף מען נאכאלס, ער שפירט פאר א חיוב אנצודרייען א מצב קעגן דאס הערן ראדיא, כדי אז אנדערע בחורים זאלן חלילה נישט אריינפאלן אין נעץ פונעם יצר.
וועלוול ווייסט אויך זיך צו דרייען אין מאל''ס פון ווייטע געגנטער ווי די משגיח קען זיך נישט אויס, אנצוזעטיגן זיינע אויגן מיט ראיות אסורות וואס פאראורזאכן אים אינטענסיווע אקטיוויטעטן אין די הויזן.
ווען וועלוול איז געפארן לערנען קיין א''י אין ישיבה גדולה האט ער זיך כל כולו אריינגעטון אין מעמיד זיין דעם דת על תילה, ער איז לוחם מלחמות ה' מיט אן אש קודש, דער יצר הרע האט אבער נישט פארגעסן פון אים, פארקערט דאס לוחם זיין אויף שטותים האט אים אפשר גאר אוועקגעשלעפט פון די אמת'ע מלחמה די מלחמת היצר, וועלוול האט געזוכט צו בארואיגן אביסל זיינע תאוות, דערפאר פלעגט ער איינמאל א וואך גיין שפאצירן אין תל אביב און האט אפי' אנגעהויבן אויסצופראבירן די באר'ס, ער האט זיך געפילט היפש מאדנע זיצענדיג דארט מיט א א ווייסע העמעד און א ישיבה'יש בערדל, אבער עס האט אים וויכטיג אויסגעפעלט אויסצוגעבן זיין תאוה וואס האט אים אזוי געשטערט צווישן די ישיבה ווענט, אויך האט ער געשפירט פאר וויכטיג אליינס אויסצוטשעקן אויב ישיבה בחורים קענען מצליח זיין צו בועל זיין נידות ביי א נאכט שפאציר אין תל אביב, זיינע פראוון זענען געווען לעכערליך אבער עטליכע איז אים עס יא געלונגען אריינצוכאפן א סעקסואלע אוואנטורעס. איינמאל האבן דריי שיינע מיידלעך געוואלט זעהן א חרדישע אבר, זיי האבן אים געלאדענט אויף א דרינק דערנאך האבן זיי אים אריינגענומען אין זייער קאר וואו זיי האבן ארויסגעצויגן זיין שטיקל און זיך אנגעהויבן שפילן דערמיט איז ער האט געשפריצט. א צווייטע מאל איז ער געבליבן די לעצטע אין די באר, איינע פון די באר-מיידלעך א פינעף און פערציג יעריגע גראבע מילף, האט אים געבעטן איר צו העלפן ארויסטראגן די מיסט. ''וועסט נישט חרטה האבן''. ווען ער האט איר גענדיגט העלפן, האט זי אים גענומען צום אנטון צימער וואו זי האט ארויסגענומען אירע בוב''ס אז ער זאל זיי באטאפן, וועלוולס אבר האט זיך אויפגעשטעלט ווי א מיסיל און זי האט אים אנגעכאפט ביי די הויזן, זי האט אריינגעשטופט זיין קאפ צווישן אירע ברוסטן, אז ער זאל זיי קושן, וועלוול האט זיך נישט געוואגט צו טון מער שריט ''דו ביסט ממש נאאיוו!'' האט זי געשריגן, ווען זי נעמט זיין האנט און שטעקט עס אריין אין איר טריפענדע פוסי. נאכדעם האט זי אריינגעלייגט זיין קאפ צווישן אירע פיס אין אים באפוילן איר צו לעקן ביז זי האט זיך גענדיגט, און זי האט אויסגערופן "סאיז פיין געווען, אבער נישט צום ווידערזעהן". דיזע פאסירונגען האבן אים באגלייט אין די ישיבה, און האבן אים געהאלפן זיך אויסרייבן אויפן ישיבה בערגל.
איבער געי'ס האט וועלוול צום ערשטן מאל געהערט אין שיעור א' אין ישיבה גדולה, שוין עטליכע וואכן וואס עס איז נישט געווען קיי עקשאן אין ישיבה, די בחורים זענען שוין מיד געווארן פון העצן אויף ר' גרשון און שטיינמאן און קעגן דעם נחל החרדי און עס איז נישט געווען מיט וועם זיך ארומצושלאגן, די עמאוציעס דקדושה האבן זיך קאנצעטרירט ארום די תועבה פאראדע (pride parade-), אין אנפאנג האט די נושא נישט אזוי אינטערעסירט וועלוול'ן אבער די שיעורים פון ר' אשר האט ער סייווי נישט פארשטאנען, און ווען ער איז מיד געווארן פון איבערגיין צום צענטן מאל ר' שמעונ'ס חקירה האט ער זיך פאראינטערעסירט אינעם שמועס פונעם טאג וואס איז געווען פארנומען איינמאל און נאכאמאל מיט די תועבה פאראדע. אין אנהויב האט דאס אים פארעקלט, אז מענער טוען די זאכן וואס איז צווישן מענער און פרויען ער האט געמיינט אז דאס עקזיסטירט נאר אין מסכת סנהדרין, אבער זיין נייגער דקדושה האט אים גענודזשעט אז ער מוז זיך באקענען מיט דעם יצר הרע, די בחורים זאגן דאך אז דאס איז די אבי אבות הטומאה בדורנו, דארף מען דאך דאס באטראכטן פון די נאנט כדי צו קענען מלחמה האלטן ווי מברויך.
וואס טוט א הייסע ווייבל ווען די מאן פארט קיין אומאן אויף ראש השנה?
פון חודש תמוז האט שוין חיים יענקל געפיבערט מיט אומאן. ער איז געווען אן אמת'ער ברעסלאווער חסיד. אלעס האט זיך געדרייט ארום אומאן.
ער פלעגט נישט האבן סעקס גאנץ חודש כסליו און האלב חודש טבת כדאי נישט צו האבן קיין בעיבי ארום די צייט פון ראש השנה.
מרים בלימא איז געווען א געטרייע אשת חיל, זי האט אים געלאזט פארן קיין אומאן יעדע יאר און זי האט אים אלץ געהאלפן זיך איינפאקן און בארואיגט אז זי וועט זיך קענען אומגיין אן אים פאר אפאר טאג.
דריי טעג פאר ראש השנה האט זי באגלייט איר מאן צום עירפארט. זי האט זיך ווארעם אפגעזעגענט פון אים און אים אנגעוואונטשן צו אויסבעטן אלעס גוטס.
צוויי טעג פאר ראש השנה ווען זי האט געלייגט איר קלענסטע אינגל אויפן באס האבן אלע פרויען געשמועסט אינדרויסן איבער לאזן די מענער פארן קיין אומאן.
איינער האט איר באוואונדערט פארן זיין אזוי שטארק און לאזן איר מאן פארן, א צווייטער האט גאר אראפגעריסן איר מאן פארן איבערלאזן זיין ווייב אויף יו"ט.
"איך פארשטיי נישט וויאזוי דו קענסט עס אויסהאלטן" האט זיך א דריטע אנגערופן "יום טוב אן א מאן?"
נאך יענע שמועס איז מרים בלימא אהיימגעגאנגען זייער פארטראכט. זי איז בטבע געווען זייער א הייס פרוי וואס האט געדארפט סעקס כמעט יעדע נאכט און זי האט געטראכט 'וויאזוי וועל איך טאקע אויסהאלטן כמעט א וואך אן מיין מאן?'
זי האט פרובירט אוועקצושטופן אירע געדאנקען אבער ווי מער זי האט פרובירט אלץ מער האט איר עס דערקוטשעט.
זי האט אנגעפאנגען צו טראכטן וואס איר נעיבאר האט געזאגט און איר מקנא געווען אז זי גייט האבן איר מאן פאר ראש השנה.
זי האט שנעל פרובירט נישט צו טראכטן פון מאיר שלמה איר שכן אבער אירע מחשבות זענען געפלויגן ווילד. זי האט זיך פארגעשטעלט ווי נאך די סעודה גייט ער אריין אין שלאפצימער מיט זיין ווייב און קושט איר צאם אזוי זאפטיג.
זי איז געווארן גאר שטארק אנגערייצט פון טראכטן פון מאיר שלמה און אירע ניפלס זענען הארט געווארן, און עס האט אנגעפאנגען קיצלען אין בויך.
זי האט קוים געקענט אנגיין מיט איר שטוב ארבעט, זי האט באשלאסן זי גייט זיך גיין אראפלייגן.
ווען זי איז אריינגעקומען אין בעדרום האט זי זיך אראפגעלייגט אויף איר מאן'ס בעט און זיך אנגעפאנגען שפילן מיט אירע קליינע רינדעכיגע דדים. זי האט געקוועטש און געדרייט אירע ניפלס מיט איר רעכטע הענט, און איר לינקע הענט איז אריין אין איר טייץ און זיך אנגעפאנגען שפילן מיט איר פוסי.
אירע פאנטאזיעס זענען געלאפן פון איר מאן צום שכן מאיר שלמה און נאך צוואנציג מינוט זיך שפילן האט זי געהאט א מאכטפולע ארגעזם בשעת עס רינט פון איר פוסי הייסע זיסע זאפט.
ווען זי האט זיך בארואיגט האט זי זיך אליינס אנגעשריגן פארן אפילו האבן פאנטאזיעס איבער איר שכן. אבער פון די אנדערע זייט האט זי עס זייער שטארק ליב געהאט.
יעדע מאל זי האט געזען מאיר שלמה אריבערגיין יענע טאג זענען אירע פאנטאזיעס געפלויגן איבער אים.
זי האט זיך געוואונדערט וויאזוי ער האט סעקס, וויאזוי זיין שמייסער זעט אויס, צי ער לעקט זיין ווייבס פוסי, צי זיין ווייב זייגט זיין שמייסער, אויב ער שטופט זיין ווייב פון אונטן צי פון אויבן און אלע ווילדע מחשבות.
יענע נאכט האט מרים בלימא נישט געקענט פארמאכן קיין אויג די געזיכט פון איר שכן מאיר שלמה איז איר נישט ארויס פון קאפ.
זי האט זיך פארגעשטעלט ווי ער ליגט איבער איר און קושט איר אויפן גענאק און שפילט מיט אירע קליינע דדים.
אין איר פאנטאזיע האט זי געזען ווי ער נעמט זיין פינגער און לייגט עס אריין אין איר פוסי און זיין אנדערע פינגער שפילט זיך מיט איר טושי.
זי האט ארויסגעלאזט א זיסע קרעכץ ווען זי האט געפילט אין איר פאנטאזיע ווי ער שטופט אריין זיינע פינגערס אין אירע צוויי לעכער, בשעת אירע פינגערס האבן געשפילט די ראלע פון מאיר שלמה.
עטליכע שעה און פינף ארגעזמס שפעטער האט זי זיך אויפגעשטעלט פון בעט, זי האט סייווי נישט געקענט איינשלאפן.
זי האט געגעבן א בליק אויפן זייגער און געזען אז סאיז שוין פינף פארטאגס. זי איז אריין אין קאך צו מאכן א קאווע און ארויס אין פארטש טרינקען די קאווע.
זי האט באטראכט די שטילע גאס, רוב פארטשעס האבן שוין געהאט סוכות, איר מאן פלעגט אבער נישט קענען מאכן די סוכה פאר ראש השנה ווייל ער איז געווען פארנומען מיט אומאן.
זי האט געענדיגט טרינקען איר קאווע און געוואלט אריינגיין צוריק אינעווייניג אבער אינמיטן האט זי געהערט א שארך פון גאס.
זי האט באמערקט ווי מאיר שלמה איר שכן גייט ארויס פון שטוב אבער אנשטאט צו גיין צו סליחות קוקט ער זיך ארום און ער עפנט די בעיסמענט טיר און ווערט פארשווינדן אונטערן טיר.
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אזוי געשעמט ארויסציווייזן אז ס'פילט גיט. איר הענט האט זיך געהאלטן אין איין ארויפריקן העכער אין העכער. איך בין נאך אלס געליגן שאקירט ווי א פייגער. מיין אויגן ציגעמאכט אז איך זאל קענען אריינעמן דעם זיסן געפיל. אירע הענט זענען שוין אנגעקימען צי מיינע בריסטן. זי האט אריינגעשישקעט און מיין אויער אז מיינע ברעסטס זענען ריזיג פאר מיין עלטער. זי האט מיך געפרעגט אויב זי קען עס קוועטשן. איך האב געשאקלט מיטן קאפ און זי האט זיך געהעריג אויפגעזעצט און באקוועם געמאכט צי אויסקנעטן מיינע אינגע אויפגעשוואלענע בובס. ס'האט מיר אזוי געקיזלט אויבעראל נאכדערצי צווישן מיינע צוויי פיס. זי האט פארלאנגט אז איך זאל אנטאפן אירע בובס. אירע בובס האבן אנגעפילט מיינע הענט. איר הויט אויז געווען אזוי ווארעם און גלאטיג. כ'האב עס גיט אויסבאטאפט און אויסגעקוועטשט. דיני האט ביזדערווייל אראפגעשלעפט איר אוינטער-הויז און מיך געלאזט זען וויאזוי זי שפילט זיך מיט איר פוסי. זי האט אויסגעשפרייט אירע פוסי ליפן ברייט אז איך זאל מיך קענען אויסלערנען פין איר. זי האט מיך געוויזן ווי איר קליט איז, און אז דאס גיבט די מערסטע פארגעניגן. זי האט נאכמער אויסגעשפרייט איר פיס און איר פוסי . און מיך געוויזן די לאך פין ווי די בעיבי ווערט געבוירן. איך האב מיך אזוי באווינדערט ווי באקוועם זי איז געווען צי מיר ווייזן דעס אלעס. איך האב געוויסט אז זיי זענען נישט אזוי פרים ווי אינז אבער דאך. ס'איז געוועין דאס ערשטע מאל וואס איך האב געשפירט הארני. נאכן זיך ארויפציען די אוינטערהויזן האט מיך דיני געפרעגט אויב איך ווייס וויאזוי א מאן און א פרוי קישן זיך נאך די חתונה. נאך בעפאר איך האב איר געקענט ענטפערן האט זי גענימען מיין פנום און איר הענט און ארויפגעלייגט איר ליפן אויף מיין און אינז האבן ביידע געגעבן א שיס אויס פאר געלעכטער פין גרויס מידעקייט. אינז האבן פראבירט אפאר מאל ווילאנג אינז זענען געווען אביסל מער ערנסט. אינז האבן זיך געקישט. זי האט אריינגעלייגט איר ווארעם צינג אין מיין מויל. ס'האט מיך געגעבן אזאלכע טשילס אויף מיין גאנצע באדי. ביידע פין אינזערע ניפלס האבן זיך אויפגעוועגט און געשטאנען אויף ארויס. יענע נאכט האט זיך אין מיר ערוועקט א נייע גייסט.זינט דעמעלס בין איך געווארן א הארני מיידל וואס די פייער האלט און איין ברענען, און ס'ברענט נאך אלס
u really dont know how good i feel now after my night started so hot
i had a shower with my husband doing everything for me
putting the body soap all over me and rub it for me
he stoped for a long time on my nipples didnt have a way to leave it, it was to sexy for him
i made his dick long and hard i made him pish a few times
i had his dick in my mouth also for a little
he was crazy about my boobs rubbed it and liked
he cozied him self with my pussy
and much more.
and now he plain fall into a deep sleep with his smile on his face while it still drips from his dick.
and while my nipples is wet from orgesam till my belly.
of course you dont see the dick in the picture cause this time it was to big to fit in one pic. you guys never saw such a big dick.
good night all of you
-with love-
💖💖💖💖
He was facing my perfect, flawless tuches. He grabbed my hips closer to his crotch and started pounded me doggy-style. He had to cover my mouth, that is how loud I was moaning with pleasure. All of a sudden, I feel like I'm going to explode. A feeling I never felt before. It was a feeling of fullness and something needed to bust with pleasure. I started to squirt almost a gallon of vag-liquid. It came gushing out. I was freaking out. I had no idea women really squirt. I was in awe. But I had the most relaxing, exhilarating feeling. Almost like a drunken or drugged up feeling. I was laying in both of our cum. Messy, gooey wetness. I felt helpless, without an ounce of energy left in me. He was laying beside me also speechless until he uttered those words, “round two”? I looked at the time, 3 hours had passed. I had to run home to bake challahs for shabbos while the goy’s cum was running down the back of my thighs down my legs painting a new seam on my beige stockings
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As a frum veibel and a shpitzel wearer, people look at me with a different light as they would a not-so frum or frim woman like a sheitel wearing woman or a more modern one. The world expects a certain behavior from me because I wear a shpitzel and look extremely frum on the outside. For example: I would be looked down upon if I wore clear nail polish on my fingernails. I would also be judged if my tichel from my shpitzel has more red or bright pink than a darker hue. Both my own family and my husband's family are super naive and frum. I am judged by them constantly for the way I look and act.
Fantasy: As I was stepping into the train station in NYC, I got a few weird looks from goyim. Probably judging me based on my looks. That is just how we humans are. We tend to pre-judge everyone based on appearance first. I’m used to it. In the heimishe world we have lots of judgement but I learnt how to deal with it. Here, at the train station platform something was different. There was a sexy, handsome guy on my right side holding a newspaper in his arm folded up while sipping his starbucks latte with the other hand. I noticed him. There was something about him that I found so freaking attractive. It’s hard to put a finger on it. Maybe it was his energy and vibe that emanated from his body. I didn’t wanna budge, I wanted to walk into the same train car as him. He looked like he was in his mid 40’s, salt and pepper hair with a 5 day unshaved facial hair. He wore fashionable eyeglasses and donned a cream color trench coat. His height was also a big factor in my attraction to him. I’m considered to be tall as a female. 5’7” but he must have been over 6’4”. I would say he is German, Italian. I loved the way he unfolded the newspaper placed it on one thigh which was laying on the other foot for comfort and support. I thought he must be smart, (glasses, duh) and very well mannered. (his hand gesture to me to step into the train first) Since the train wasn't too full I sat down next to him on his left side. I was wearing my regular clothes, the same I would wear on 13th Ave. in Boro park. A flairy, dark, long skirt and beige, thick stockings, flats. I also had a black rain jacket with a wide belt over it. I pulled it a bit tighter to have my figure shown. I’m blessed with a good body. I am proud to show off a bit more when I go to Manhattan where there are less heimish people to bump into. I kept glancing at Mr. Handsome. I’m not sure if I came across as creepy or weird or nosy. At one point he glanced back at me and our eyes met for the first time. I blushed slightly but looked away quickly. I wanted to repeat that. It made my heart flutter. I was really horny that day (maybe as any other day) I was craving a man so badly. I felt like something was missing deeper inside (no pun). I am a woman with a little guts. I guess I got it from my father. He is known to be a bit gutzy too. (in a holy way of course) Our eyes met again, this time I stared for 2 seconds longer and licked my lips while still looking. I did make him blush. That was such a tease for me. He closed his newspaper and smiled at me. He extended out his hand and introduced himself. I didn’t shake his hand, instead I moved up closer to him and with my head not fully turned to his side, I tried whispering to him that as an orthodox woman I am not allowed to shake a mans hand in public, but when we get off in a corner somewhere, where no one can see, we may be able to do that. He was utterly intrigued. He told me he came to NYC for a short visit from Toronto, Canada. His sexy demeanor made me so wet. I couldn't concentrate on what he was telling me. I kept licking my lips and had a burning desire to touch him. Feel his warmth, hug him and much more. As we were schmoozing I told him that I have never been with anyone except for my husband which I have been married to for a while. We spoke about marriage, monogamy and lots of other naughty stuff. He said If I want to I can join him in his hotel room for a fun time. I was super hesitant, scared, excited,
She unbuttons his shirt, leaving him with only his pants "Want to compare?" she asks, gesturing with her eyes to the buckle of his belt.
When he stands next to her with boxer briefs close to his body, he points to her wig "Do you want to compare too?"
She sighs deeply, as if this is her hardest pull at the moment, the wig is removed and placed respectfully on the dresser and her dark hair falls over her fair shoulders.
"You are so beautiful" he whispers to her and leads her to bed. The sheets wrinkle according to their body.
A hand is sent to the crotch of the bra, she doesn't even notice if it's her hand or his, but she likes the feeling. She loves his touch on her body.
She reaches out a hesitant hand to his penis, waiting to feel this man, in full force.
"I feel like an idiot teenager" he whispered to her, pressing her hand to his cheeks.
"Then it's time to grow up, I guess" she answers him and climbs on him, leaving her shame and conscience far beyond the heavy door, she feels his member through the thin fabric of his boxers and her underwear, which is still on her.
His hands are warm and pleasant, playing with her breasts, his fingers stroking her enlarged nipple, and she moans. At first quietly, even a little scared of herself,
But little by little the rhythm increases, and with it her moans and his, producing a special music of both of them together.
"bring down?" she asks, pointing her hand at the bottom.
"Maybe we'll continue like this" he whispers, knowing and feeling that he's disappointing her, but his attempt to maintain himself with a little less 'betrayal' in his resume is stronger than him.
She ends up together with him, in an outlet of passions that is second to none. A once-in-a-lifetime experience that will forever be remembered on her birthday.
"Sorry" he whispers to her, and she has already been through a thing or two in this life, just hugs him to her bare bosom, cradling him like a scolded little child "I love you like this" she says and reinforces "and maybe even more like this".
Michal - part 2
Muti sat on the couch, staring at the flickering device in front of him. The images and voices mixed together for him, he didn't really listen to them.
A quick glance at the mobile from time to time made it clear to him that time did not really move. And in the same breath he also realized that Michal has not yet sent him a reply to the message he sent her a few hours ago.
He waited. He waited like he used to when he was really young and felt that one girl or another could change his life. Michal's power over him is also like that. She changed him and that is a fact.
He booked them a place at a nice restaurant in the north, for tomorrow. He discovered this date quite by accident. Tomorrow is Michal's birthday, and he wants to celebrate her the way only he knows how, the way only she deserves.
It's been a month since he first met her, a month in which he's been counting the hours and minutes until their next meeting.
*
She drives on the highway, afraid to deviate for a moment. Around big trucks and drivers in a hurry. and she.
Every message from him makes her heart skip a beat. Every trip to him makes her blush like she was sixteen. But she sees this number from afar.
Today she celebrates forty-two winters. She still doesn't believe it, but that's what it says on her ID card, and she doesn't argue with that.
Muti makes her feel young and desirable, and she starts to get used to it.
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An ambulance rushes behind her and is already ahead, taking her back to their last days as a couple. My father had a serious accident, and the paramedic in the ambulance saved him, but from there there was a deterioration that could not be stopped, and a few days later he decided to stop fighting.
Before the end, he asked her not to stop living.
"You are so young" he said and tried to smile despite the pain "Live for me too. Find you a good man, who will spoil you, who will love you" she kissed him and tried to calm his weak voice, but he continued his own and she promised,
She promised to let another man into her life and heart, and give back.
It's been three years since then and she feels she's still not quite there. Muti is charming and opened a whole new world for her, but she still wears the wedding ring that my father gave her and the headdress, with the wig.
Although the wig is her best, and looks natural, she knows in her heart that it limits her, at least in her head.
Someone sent her a message, and she's driving, she has a very clear rule, the cell phone is out of the game at times like this, but she feels it's from Muti.
But is he the right person to give her heart to? This question has been bothering her for several days. She doesn't want to be the one who breaks up families, but she's good now, and she also knows about the situation between Muti and his wife...
At the gas station, she takes her mobile phone out of her bag, confirms the reservation for the table tomorrow. Smiling and happy, she goes back to driving.
*
"How good can I be?" she asked Muti, with the glass of wine in her hand.
"As much as you want, as much as you dream" he repeated the words he wrote to her in the note he attached to the small gift he bought her.
How do you buy a gift for a woman? He asked himself that morning, knowing that she would probably be angry with him, but at the same time also knowing how important it was for him to bring her something small, even small, just to show her how much she means to him.
In the end he bought her a quality chocolate, I'm sure she'll know how to appreciate it, he attached a small note, because words are something that stays, and leaves a good taste:
'Container,
The chocolate has a good taste, it is made from high-quality cocoa beans and little sugar.
Fill it with good, rich creams, but only a little, so as not to destroy the taste of the chocolate itself.
"Then go ahead. Accept" she knows she's arguing with him, and there are those who will say it's inappropriate and maybe bordering on flirting, but she no longer has the strength.
"Then come with me."
"It won't happen" she took her glass of wine and finished it with one sip "but if you go to the bar, I'd love another glass of wine".
Muti smiled to himself, he managed to crack even a little the wall she built around herself, he has another whole evening to try. He was standing by the bar, looking at her from afar. There is something interesting about her, on the one hand she is a religious woman, probably very much if she doesn't shake hands with men.
After all, he is also religious, and has still learned to round corners over the years, and on the other hand, she sits here and lets a strange man into her life.
Her headdress confused him, a small bow on perfect hair, and maybe it's even a wig, he wonders to himself. Never could tell the difference between hair and a perfect wig.
He returned with two glasses of wine "Please" he placed the glass in front of her and she just smiled at him "I hope I can drink the wine calmly, without suspecting that there is anything inside".
He pretended to be offended, because he would never have thought of taking advantage of a woman in such a way.
They sat comfortably next to each other, at the corner table in the great hall.
"May I?" he asked placing a hesitant hand on her knee. It took Michal a moment to digest the hand, but something about it calmed her down and she didn't react, just placed her hand on his, as if it were a normal thing.
A quick look around, and she realizes that no one sees them and certainly doesn't hear her heartbeat. And she wants, as much as she wants to prolong this moment. as it is.
"If you want to get out of here, just say" he told her quietly and hoped she wouldn't misunderstand him.
"What are you even doing here?"
"I'm just an escort, maybe a boss driver" he laughed for a moment, knowing that all the people in his wife's office are on the seventh floor in the conference room, Oh didn't add who he was escorting, it didn't feel right to him right now.
The music enveloped them, somewhere on a tarpentoon beach, a girl in a bikini swimsuit was dancing, and here she is, feeling that the little curls of her wig, although not crazy, are driving her mostly crazy at the moment.
"Well, I'm exhausted, I need air" she stood up and left his hand in the air for an unnecessary second.
"Can I join the tour outside?" He asked and already started calculating times, when the sitting upstairs ends and when he starts the evening with his wife.
"I'm going up to the room for a moment, meet at the beach in ten minutes" she turned to him again "and Moti, it's just for a walk on the beach, no nonsense."
*
The long pier in front of the hotel was dark. very dark
They saw a boy sitting with a fishing rod next to them, the flashlight of his mobile illuminating the water and the fish.
She sat down on the little dock, her feet almost touching the cool water.
She has no idea what was said there, she tried to think about it a lot, but her heart opened up and shared. She remembers telling about the crisis and the trip with her daughter, to ventilate a little.
And he shared his difficulty with the accompaniment of his wife. She didn't like to admit that she had never heard her name, but politics had never been her forte.
She knows that the hours have passed, because the moon changed its place and the boy went to Belly again, and the cold changed and began to penetrate her bones and at this point she already knew that she had met the one who would change her life.
She accepted his hug, came closer to him and put her head on his shoulder, surrendering to another, new, unfamiliar touch.
"Where did you come to me from?" she whispered questioningly, and certainly not waiting for an answer.
Michal - Part 1
Michal took one last look at the room.
The hidden bed, the messy sheets, the wine glasses that stood on the small dresser, all these testified to the night spent here.
She has such a habit of tidying up the hotel room where she sleeps after herself, no doubt trying to hide her life a little from the cleaner who will soon come in and throw the sweet smells, the good memories, straight into the big laundry basket.
She took another look, scanning everything with her x-ray eyes.
She succeeded, there is nothing behind her, at least not tangible.
One last look at the big mirror, she looks good, the wig is on her perfectly.
Her hairdresser laughed at her when she asked for a light wig this time, ignoring her natural, dark color.
But now, she's glad she insisted on the bright color, it's harder to spot her that way.
Room 608 closed behind her.
She gets into her little car, he has already checked out.
It's their habit, she lingers in the room while he finishes the payment arrangements, each goes out alone, just as if they hadn't spent the last day in such an intoxicating experience.
She looks ahead, at the car and the driver in front of her, how much she would like to continue the day, the night with him...
But separate dreams and separate lives, and the current dream is over, and it was good.
***
two years earlier-
He hates these days, when his wife went into general politics, he knew he would have to give up some of his dreams.
And he did it wholeheartedly.
He was already past the peak of his career, at the stage where things are safe and sound, and even if he is absent from time to time because of one of the children, everything will go smoothly.
Then the conferences and trips began, and they decided that he would only occasionally join her. Today is one such time.
He organizes things for himself quickly, two shirts, pants and running clothes. He owes them for his soul.
The hotel is as pampering as always, but he feels that it no longer speaks to him.
This time he didn't want to join her, not even at all.
This week they had a hard fight. Words were said that should not have been said, he knew it but could not stop in time.
And this time off, three days of lectures, and she would be busy, but he too had already arranged a meeting with colleagues at the southern branch, so he agreed to go.
On leaving the dining room he almost ran into a woman, hissed a silent curse and continued on.
Why don't people see where they are going?!
He spent the day in Zoom meetings, and he is already exhausted.
He had two hours left until the meeting with the local friend, and he decided to go for a run, to change the air and atmosphere.
He went down the stairs quickly, starting to raise his heart rate, to warm up his body. On the way out of the stairs he almost ran into the same woman again and it no longer seemed funny to him at all.
"Excuse me, do you see where you're going?" He threw it to her and kept walking.
"The truth is," she answered him, "but maybe you are the one who floats between the two of us, a second time?!"
Incredible. He turned to her, examining her for the first time. She is undoubtedly younger than him, looks good, but she also probably noticed bumping into him when leaving the dining room. But he is not used to being answered like this.
"Oh, sorry" he called after her, trying to muster the cynicism that characterized him, but she had already entered the elevator and disappeared from his sight.
Throughout the run he found himself thinking about this mysterious woman. From a crowded hotel, he ran into her twice, then the sentence she threw at him and disappeared. He almost went back to the hotel to look for her, but decided to give up.
At dinner they met again, this time it was almost planned.
His wife was stuck in a meeting that extended to her, and he sat alone at a side table, a suspect lurking for the hunt. He saw her enter the dining room and immediately got up to get salads from the bar.
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His hand rubbed and then squeezed the outside of her thigh comfortingly before both hands grasped her legs firmly. He spun his sister in law around so her pussy was at the edge of the bed and he was kneeling in front of her pussy, her legs resting upon her shoulders. With the position improved, he dived back into the source of the nectar that he had been enjoying. This time no finger joined and his tongue alone penetrated deep. She felt his tongue moving up and down within her pussy, penetrating her lips and going from her clit to her entrance. She arched her back as the fire within her rapidly reached and surpassed where it was at. She squeeze his head in her thicc thighs, stifling her moans and cries that threatened to break forth from her throat and alert the world of their activities. At the last moment she grabbed the pillow next to her, and held it against her face, muffling her cry. Abruptly, she felt his tongue vanish from inside her pussy lips. Before she could even process the absence, he buried his face deeply within her and took her clit between her lips. He began sucking, allowing the force to gradually increase. Like water spilling over the edge of a bucking, the fire exploded in her. Her body twisted, threatening to pull her clit out of her mouth. His hands on her thighs however kept her clit securely being sucked and manipulated by his tongue. The fire within her continued to blaze like a yawn that she just could not control. She had experienced orgasms a few times while masturbating, but this one was much more intense.
Entranced in her orgasm, she had barely noticed that the sucking had stopped, and Yoel had managed to get out from between her thighs. He climbed on top of the bed and she could see through the dark, the little bit of light from under the door reflect off his eyes. She could smell herself upon his face and beard. He drew closer and kiss her. She instantly pushed her tongue through her lips and against his. She licked them, enjoying her own taste. A slight part of her became bi curious, as she wondered what it would be like to taste it from the source.
After a minute or so of kissing, Yoel got up and grasped his hard dick. He aimed it directly at her wet and horny pussy and rubbed the tip through her lips, getting it wet with her juices.
“Shall we have one final accident?” Though he could barely see in the dark, he got the distinct impression that Hannah that grabbed the pillow again and had used it to knod. A couple more times he stroked his dick from her clit down driving her wild. Without warning she felt him gently insert his cock within her. He maneuvered a little before continuing to push inside her.
She felt little pain as the new pleasure of being filled increased. She felt his breath on her ear.
“Don’t worry, the Gemara says there’s a way to position yourself so you never break her hymen Shmuel says. I found out how.”
While she had been ready to lose her hymen, she was glad to hear that she would have it intact.
Like a warm, soft, and wet glove her muscles tightened around the invader. It gently pushed them aside until his pubic hair tickled her skin. He then pulled out and then pushed back in. The movement stimulating both of them and both of them stifled a moan together. Yoel began to carefully increase the rate of his pumping within her. She felt a fullness that she had never experienced before. The warm rod pistoned in her, scratching an itch that she had no idea that she even had. For his part, Yoel was feeling the familiar warmth and tightness almost like a damp velvet glove giving him the best hand job that he had ever had. This however was different in a way he couldn’t compare. It was pleasurable in its own unique way. His sister in law’s muscles contracted as she enjoyed the penetration adding to the experience. After a few minutes, almost like water against one’s finger on the faucet, Yoel felt his cum shoving to be deposited within his sister in law’s womb.
“Where should I cum?”
“Sorry, that was an accident.” He began to squeeze and massage her tit. Kneading it like it was a stress toy through her dress and bra. She bit her lip and Hannah for the first time in her life let out a quiet moan of pleasure. Yoel felt her tits beneath his fingers. The squishy breasts giving way before his assault. He removed his hand from her tit leaving her whining from him ceasing his massaging of her tit. He noted his place and set the book on the nearby table before standing up. He pulled her up and into a kiss. She felt his warm lips press against hers softly. Her first kiss she thought to herself. A few girls in her Bais Yaakov had practiced kissing with each other, and a few had even gone all the way, but she had declined. Now she knew that it was worth the wait. He aggressively pushed her tongue against her lips, pushing them apart. Before she knew it, Hannah tasted his tongue press against hers. She melted into his lips and pressed her body against his. Hannah’s tits pressed against his chest. His hands began creeping down the back of her dress onto her lower back. He rubbed there driving her wild with desire.
After what seemed liked forever, but in reality was probably forty five seconds, his hands crept even lower. He grabbed her ass and squeeze hard. She moaned again into his kiss. He kneaded her ass and squeezed it before grabbing it. His hands slipped off her ass but her dress came with it. He leaned back, as her lips leaned towards his before she realized what he was doing. Her dress came off easily as she raised her hands to help accommodate him stripping her.
That afternoon after showering she had made the split second decision that she was going to wear her nicest set of bra and underwear. A purple set that she had acquired on a dare from one of her fellow Beis Yaakov classmates. She would be lying if she had said none of them had seen her in it, now she was happy that she had made the decision to put it on. Every inch of Hannah’s underwear clad body was on display for him. If it was possible, she saw that his bulge had gotten even harder.
“I’m sure that was an accident wasn’t it?” she said in a sultry tone.
“Oh no, that was completely on purpose.” He responded.
“So is this then.” She got down on her knees and moved his tallis kattan up. He complied and removed it. She undid his belt buckle, wet with anticipation. She bit her lip as her fingers fumbled around, unbuttoning his pants and then seeing his cock. It was rock hard and leapt forth before she had even finished pulling down his underwear. Her eyes grew big seeing her first cock.
“Are you going to suck it?”
His sister in law nodded her head slowly and grasped the dick. She slowly began to jerk it off. She swirled her tongue around his head, enjoying the slight taste of his sweat and skin. He gave a silent moan.
“Exactly…”
She smiled to herself at her success despite her inexperience. She felt his hand on her head and she allowed him to push her head down on his dick a little. She followed his lead and began to bob her head back and forth. She rubbed her tongue on the underside of his dick and enjoyed his obvious silent grunts of pleasure.
Yoel just stood and enjoyed the blow job.
“Are you ready for another accident?” He said in between groans. She nodded her head excitedly. As soon as he felt that, he curled his fingers in her long hair and used it to pull her down on his dick. She chocked a little on his dick before he pulled her off him.
“Why’d you stop,” she whined.
“Not here, it will smell like sex and everyone will know.”
“Then where…” Yoel glanced towards the stairs where her room lay. “oooh.”
It was after the sueda Friday night. Yoel had eaten several full plates and now he relaxed on the couch in the family room. The lights here were dim and he was reading only by the light filtering into the room from the dining room. Usually a few other members of the family would be in the same room, however, the time had slipped away. One by one, they had all gone to sleep. At this moment only his wife and her sister were in the room. She was reading a novel near him. Sadly, she was niddah and there was no end in sight. Absentmindedly, his cock was already straining just from her being near him. She had noticed but ignored it as she read her novel. Across the coffee table and shrouded in more darkness sat her sister Hannah. She had a magazine and was flipping through it absentmindedly, not noticing the slight bulge that he was trying to keep secret sneakily.
Yoel’s wife yawned and she looked around. The house was quiet and she knew it was late. Deciding that it was late enough, she closed her novel and got up.
“Goodnight sweet heart.” She said, her voice having a hint of disappointment at her niddah state.
“Goodnight, I’ll join you in a bit.” He responded and turned the page. Hannah looked up to wish her sister goodnight but the words caught in her throat as she spied the bulge. She glanced over at her sister and thought to herself why they hadn’t taken care of it in their room. A small part of her enjoyed the thought before she caught herself. It wasn’t proper to think of such things. The next thought in her head was the answer to her question. Her sister must be niddah. She glanced again at his bulge, her thoughts at war as part of her wanted to fantasize while the other was urging her to forget about seeing it and go back to her magazine. The horny part of her brain won out and she wondered how big his bulge was.
He had yet to noticed her gaze and she kept one eye focused upwards to make sure that his eyes stayed on his book. Her fantasies began to grow as she succumbed to the heat that began to build within her loins. She imagined her sister taking out the bulge and licking it. She bit her lip, hoping the shadows would hide her from his gaze. Without her even realizing it, her hand began to drift to her pussy. As her sister deep throated his cock, Hannah’s fingers pressed her skirt into her underwear and against the outside of her pussy lips. The vision vanished as she rested control of herself temporarily and slowly removed her hand. She want back to her magazine, only her makeup hiding her blush of shame. After a minute, she worked up the nerve the push past her shame and look up again at her brother in law. To her disappointment the bulge had began to subside. She went back to her magazine, hoping that perhaps next time he came over she could try to listen in when he fucked her sister. A thought then occurred to her. She was a young eighteen year old. And she knew enough to know she was very good looking. Perhaps he would get a hard on for her? After a moment’s hesitation she made up her mind and got up and moved to the couch beside him. He ignored her much to her disappointment. Reading her magazine, her mind began to concoct schemes to get the bulge back. She made to yaw and stretch, pretending to accidentally rub against his shoulder. Yoel instantly payed attention to her. She glanced quickly and to her delight noticed the bulge was back. Seeing it was an accident, he wordlessly returned to his book. However, the next time she looked the bulge was still there.
וועלוול האט זיך ארויסגעלאזט אויף א שפאציר אין תל אביב, ארומגעוואנדערט אין די מאל''ס כדרכו, און זיין האט אויפגעכאפט די דעקל פון א מאגאזין מיט א בילד פון צוויי נאקעדיגע מענער קושן זיך. סאיז געווען עקעלדיג, אבער ער האט געמוזט מודה זיין אז די מענער זענען געווען שיינע, עס וואלט אים נישט געשטערט ווען ער קען ווען אנכאפן איינער פון זיי, זייערע גלאנציגע מוסקלען. וועלוול האט זיך גענומען פאנטאזירן ווי איינס פון די מענער אינעם בילד רירט אים אן ער האט געשפירט אן אנגענעמע געפיל ביי זיין ברוסט, עס האט זיך אים פארגלוסט זיך אנצוכאפן די ניפלס. ער האט קיינמאל פארדעם נישט געהאט אזא געפיל און ער האט פארשטאנען אז עפעס טיפער ליגט אין דעם.
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איר נייגער האט זיך אנגעצינדן און זי האט באשלאסן צו גיין געבן א בליק אריין אין די בעיסמענט.
די בעיסמענט האט געהאט א באזונדערן סטארעדזש רום פאר יעדן שכן און איין גרויסע רום אינמיטן.
זי האט שטילערהייט געעפנט די טיר פון בעיסמענט און שטייטלעך אראפ די טרעפ.
ווען זי איז אנגעקומען אונטן האט זי געזען אז נאר איין סטארעדזש רום האט די לייט אנגעצינדן. זי האט שטילערהייט צוגעשארט צום טיר און צוגענייגט אן אויער.
זי האט געהערט מאדנע שטילע קולות ארויסקומען אבער זי האט נישט געקענט כאפן וואס די קולות זענען. איר נייגער האט זיך געשטארקט און זי האט שטילערהייט געעפנט די טיר.
מאיר שלמה האט זיך האסטיג געגעבן א דריי אויס און שנעל געגעבן א האק צו די לעפטאפ וואס איז געווען אויפן טיש "פליז זאג נישט פאר מיין ווייב" האט ער געגעבן א זאג.
"וואס זאל איך נישט זאגן פאר דיין ווייב, וואס איז יעצט פארגעגאנגען?"
זיי זענען ביידע געשטאנען צעמישט פאר א מינוט און זי האט זיך די ערשטע אריענטירט: "וואס טאר נישט דיין ווייב וויסן?"
"גארנישט"
"וואס הייסט גארנישט? עפעס פרובירסטו צו באהאלטן"
"אמממם סאיז נישט עפעס וואס דו דארפסט וויסן"
"אויב זאגסטו מיר נישט יעצט וואס דו באהאלסט וועל איך זאגן פאר דיין ווייב אז דו באהאלטסט עפעס אין בעיסמענט"
זי האט זיך אליין געוואונדערט פון וואו זי האט גענומען די קוראזש דאס צו זאגן.
"איך שעם מיך"
"עפן אויף די לעפטאפ" האט זי באפוילן
בלית ברירה האט מאיר שלמה געעפנט די לעפטאפ און אויפן סקרין האט זיך באוויזן א ריזיגע בילד פון א נאקעדיגע גויטע.
"פליז זאג נישט פאר מיין ווייב " האט ער כמעט געוויינט.
פאר א מינוט איז זי געשטאנען געפלעפט, מאיר שלמה איז געשטאנען מיט אראפגעלאזטע אויגן.
"דיין ווייב גיבט דיר נישט גענוג?" האט זי ענדליך געפרעגט נאך א מינוט.
מאיר שלמה האט שעמעדיגערהייט זיך גענומען אויסרעדן צו איר אז זיין ווייב איז בכלל נישט אינטערעסירט אין אים און זי האט בכלל נישט קיין שום אינטערעסע אין סעקס אדער אפילו ליבשאפט
"קוקן שמוציגע בילדער איז נישט די לעזונג" האט זי געזאגט צוקומענדיג גאר נאנט צו אים "איך קען דיר סאך בעסער העלפן" האט זי געזאגט מיט א כיטרע שמייכל.
מאיר שלמה האט געמיינט אז מ'האט אים אנגעשריבן גן עדן שוין יעצט ערב ראש השנה. זי האט שטייטליך אים אנגעפאנגען צו גלעטן אויפן פנים און אים צוגעדריקט שטערקער צו זיך.
"איך האב נעכטן נישט געקענט אויפהערן צו טראכטן פון דיר" האט זי געזאגט מיט א רייצענדע שטימע " מיין מאן איז אוועקגעפארן קיין אומאן אויף יו"ט, דו ווילסט ארויפקומען צו מיין בעדרום?"
מאיר שלמה האט צופרידענערהייט אנגענומען די איינלאדענונג, נאכן זיכער מאכן אז קיינער זעט נישט איז ער אריין צו איר הויז.
זי האט אים אריינגעשלעפט אין זיין בעדרום און אים אראפגעשטופט אויף איר בעט.
זי האט אראפגעצויגן זיין הויזן און אויף זיך אליין אויסגעטון איר טייץ און זיך ארויפגעלייגט אויף אים אין 69 פאזיציע און אנגעפאנגען צו זייגן זיין סעמי-הארטע שמייסער און עס גוט באלעקט פון אלע זייטן מיט איר זיסע שפייעכץ און אין די זעלבע צייט האט ער אויסגעלעקט איר הייסע פינקע ערוה און אויסגעטרונקען יעדע טראפ פון אירע הייסע זאפטן
נאך בערך פופצן מינוט פון גיהנם-הייסע און גן עדן-זיסע מויל סעקס האט מרים בלימא געהאט א מאכטפולע ארגעזם און זי האט געשפריצט אירע הייסע דזשוסעס אין זיין מויל און אויף זיין בארד.
ווען זי האט געענדיגט איז זי אראפגעגאנגען פון אים און זיך אויסגעדרייט מיטן פנים צו אים, אירע קניען צווישן זיינע צוויי קנעכלען, און אנגעפאנגען צו רייבן זיין שטיין הארטע שמייסער מיט אירע דארע הענט.
ווען מאיר שלמה איז געווען גרייט האט זי אים אויפגעשטעלט און זי האט זיך אויסגעטון איר העמד און אראפגעקניט אויף די ערד און געשטעלט זיין שמייסער ביי איר פנים.
מאיר שלמה האט זיך מער נישט געקענט איינהאלטן און געשפריצט אויף איר מיט די גאנצע קראפט אנשמירנדיג איר הייסע פנים און קליינע דדים מיט זיין זרע.
און אזוי זענען ביידע אריין צום יום הדין מיט זכותים פון העלפן א צוויטן איד...
so now when u r getting ready to go in camp (if your'e going) just get into bed like this and it will be very easy for u to create your own story.
just let the ppl here enjoy your personal story and post it here in the comments.
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i hope you all enjoy.
- with love 💕-
מיין נאכט אין מיידל קעמפ
אלס מיידל פלעג איך נישט גיין און קעמפ יעדן זימער ווייל אינזער משפחה פלעגט גיין און די קעצקילס און איך פלעג דארט פארברענגן די ווארעמע זימער טעג. אבער ווען איך בין עלטער געווארן איז שוין נישט געווען אזוי אינטערעסאנט צי זיין און די קאנטרי מיט די יענטעס און די קלענערע קינדער. איך האב זייער שטארק געוואלט גיין און קעמפ מיט מיינע פרענדס. זיי פלעגן רעדן ווי סאך פאן קעמפ איז דורכאויס די ווינטער.
ענדליך יענעם זימער האבן מיינע עלטערן מסכים געווען און מיך געגאנגן איינשרייבן און קעמפ. כ'בין געווען גאנץ גיט נערוועז אוועקציגיין פין דערהיים אזא לאנגע צייט. אבער הערניג ווי סאך פאן די מיידליך האבן דארט האט מיך עס געגעבן מער ראיגקייט און זיכערקייט.
די גרויסע טאג איז שוין ענדליך אנגעקימן. עס איז זעקס אזייגער פארטאגס, און ס'איז שוין ביטער הייס אינדרויסן. יעדער שלעפט זיך ארויף זייער זעק און פעק אויפן באס. די מיידליך קלעבן זיך נאך אויף די אויגן פין שלאף, אבער מיט א מורה'דיגן ציפרידענעם, גליקליכע געמיט.
די לעבעדיגע געזאנגן און קולות פין די עקסייטעד מיידליך ווערן העכער און העכער די נענטער די באס קימט אן צים הויף פין קעמפ. זיי האבן געזינגן סאנגס פין די פריערדיגע יארן וואס איז פאר מיר געווען אינגאנצן פרעמד. ווייל דאס איז מיין ערשטע יאר און קעמפ.
מ'איז אנגעקימען אין א מזל'דיגן שעה. יעדער האט זיך גענימען לויפן צי כאפן א בעט. איך האב געכאפט די אויבירשטע פין די באנק בעט. איך האב ליב געהאט די אויבערשטע בעט ווייל איך האב געוואלט האבן מיין פריוואטקייט אין ספעיס. אויף מיין רעכטע זייט איז דיני געשלאפן, און אויף מיין לינקע זייט איז געווען חי רבקי'ס בעט. חי רבקי איז געווען א נידריגע דארע מיידל. זי האט געהאט דינע, בלאנדע האר און זי פלעגט גיין מיט רויטע גלעזער ביינאכט. דיני איז געקימען פין א מער מאדערענע הויז. זי פלעגט נישט אנטין קיין שטרימפ ווען זי איז אראפ פין בעט. זי איז אויך געגאנגן מיט לענגערע האר. זי האט געהאט לאנגע, רויטע, קערלי האר, גרינע,טיפע אויגן. אירע צוויי זיסע דימפליך האבן איר געמאכט אזוי קיאט אויסזעין. איך האב דעוועלעפט א שטיקל קראש אויף איר. אזוי ווייט אז איך האב קוים געקענט ווארטן פאר ביינאכט ווען מ'האט זיך געגאנגן לייגן.
נאר איר צי קענען באטראכטן ווען זי באמערקט נישט. איך פלעג איר אסאך מאל איינרעדן אז זי האט א באג אויף איר ריקן אדער טשעסט אז איך זאל עס איר קענען אראפנעמן. און האבן א תירוץ איר אנצירירן.
איין נאכט האבן אינז זיך פארשמיסט טיף און די נאכט אריין. יעדער איז שוין איינגעשלאפן. און ווען מ'איז איבערגעמידעט רעט מען אסאך שתותים. זי האט זיך מיר גענימען פארציילן אז ווען מ'רייבט די פוסי געניג לאנג, ווערט די הארץ צילאזט און ס'פילט צידרייט גיט. איך בין זייער נייגעריג געווען האב איך איר געבעטן זי זאל מיך ווייזן. זי האט זיך קודם צישמייכלט שעמעדיגערהייט און אראפגעקיקט אויפן בעט. "קודם טריי עס צי טין אליינס" האט זי שטילערהייט געזאגט. האב איך אריינגעלייגט מיין הענט אינטער די דאכענע און זיך ארימגעקיקט צי קיינער זעט נישט. איך האב זיך גענימען רייבן איבעראל חוץ ווי מ'דארף. דיני האט אויפגעהויבן איר דאכענא שאר צי מאכן אז קיינער קען נישט זען ווי זי שלעפט מיך אריין אין איר בעט. כ'האב זייער געציטערט אז איינער גייט עפעס באמערקן און אינז אויסזאגן. איך האב מיך אראפגעלייגט נעבן איר איבערגעדעקט מיט די דאכענע. אינז האבן זיך שטארק אנגעכאפט די מויל און געקוילערט פאר געלעכטע. דיני האט געוואלט וויסן אויב איך שעיוו מיין פוסי. איך האב נישט געוויסט אז אזא זאך עקזיסטירט אפולי. זי האט אראפגעשלעפט איר אינטערהויזן נאר האלבוועגס מיך צי ווייגן ווי קלין אין גלאטיג איר פוסי פילט. "פיל עס" האט זי מיך געזאגט. איך האב עס געפילט פאר א רגע, און שנעל אוועקגעשלעפט מיין האנט. ס'האט געפילט אזוי ראנג אבער אזוי רייט. דיני האט חוזק געמאכט פין מיר פארן זיין אזא פחדן. זי האט גענימן מיין האנט און עס געלייגט אויף איר גלאטע פוסי. אן קיין שים בושה. איך האב איר זייער מקנה געווען אז זי איז אזוי קאל מיט די חזר'ישע שפילעריי. איך האב יעדא מיניט געציטערט אויב מען גייט אינז כאפן און מיין מאמע גייט אויסגעפינען. זי האט זיך געריגט נענטער אין נענטער צי מיר. און איך האב ארויפגעריקט די דאכענע אינז צי באדעקן מער און מער. איר רויטע האר האט געקיצלט מיין נאז, אבער עס האט אזוי פיין געשמעקט, ווי א גארטן. זי האט זיך גענימען ארויפציען מיין נייטגוין און מיך געגלעט מיין לאבע. איך האב אזוי הנאה געהאט דערפין. קיינער האט מיך נאכנישט אנגערירט אויף אזא באהאלטן פלאץ. איך האב מיך נישט גערירט פין פלאץ. אין מיין קאפ האב איך געשריגן נאך!!! נאך!!!
this is how it looks when you are getting hot on the train and you want everyone should get horney
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and horny all at once. I couldn't resist this opportunity. I was so scared to be with a goy. I was taught that goyim hate us yidden, especially the ultra orthodox. I guess he was too intrigued and wanted to sort of break my goy virginity. I was extremely skeptical, he wasn’t pushy, which was a turn-on. He told me one thing that made me say yes. He asked if I ever squirted before. I had no idea what he was talking about. He was convincing enough to make an ultra orthodox frum mom of kids follow a random sheigatz into a hotel room for some steamy, hot, pounding sex. The racing beat of my heart pulsated through my toes. A roller coaster of emotion took over my entire body. I told him to walk ahead of me and not beside me since I can’t take the chance of pumping into any family or friends that are out shopping in Manhattan now. I can’t be seen walking next to a goy. As I was racing behind him my mind went blank. All logic left the window. I was too horny to think or concentrate on anything else. After all, I was a deprived woman. Completely untamed. He quickly locked the door shut behind us and put his stuff down on the dresser. I excused myself and ran into the bathroom. Removed my shpitzel extra carefully and undid my hair from my hair band. It was a bit sticky from the hair glue I used to keep all the hair up. I washed up my privates to be fresh and clean. I got out and he jumped back in shock. But realized right away what had happened. I couldn't help but giggled so loudly out of excitement and nervousness. He grabbed me by the shoulder and started kissing me on the lips. I didn't have much practice with that. He taught me how to kiss properly and so I leaned closer to him and put my hands around the back of his hand, tilted my head and kissed him slowly, gently at first. Tugging at his bottom lip and sucking its side. He offered me his tongue. I took it into my mouth and felt his manly, warm breath and wet, wiggly tongue in my mouth. My pussy got drenched. My spine was fired up with good feelings. My nipples were aching to be touched and played with. He noticed how horny I was. He unbuttoned my shirt quickly. Hugged me again with just my bra and skirt on. It felt so good to be hugged like that. He grabbed me again to kiss my now blushing, swollen lips. At this point, my nipples got so stiff it was sticking out from my black, lacy bra. He noticed and took action. He unhooked the bra strap and let it fall to the floor. My D cup boobs were standing with its pink nipples and perfectly round areola directly starting at his belly. He grabbed them gently and I let out a big moan. A moan of pleasure and hope. He fondled them, each one separately and both together. I was in seventh heaven. I have very sensitive nipples. Every touch gives me shivers down my spine and straight into my pussy. He quickly undid his tie and shirt threw it across the room and picked me up, threw me on the bed. I laughed like a little girl. Last time a man held me like that was when I was 8 years old. He shlepped my skirt, tights and panties down in a hurry. Like a hungry wolf. I was craving to have him inside of me. He didn’t give it to me that fast. He was teasing me and teaching me. My pussy started staining the bed with my lubrication. He spread my legs and went straight to town. He deeply inhaled my feminine pheromones that were hidden in my short pubes that I left there for that purpose. He spread my lips apart and watched my now engorged clit peek out from its pink hood. It was begging for attention. He flicked it with his tongue and I let out loud, deep moans. I was holding on to the pillow with my fingers dug in. writhing in pleasure. He kept eating me out and with one hand he played with one nipple, twisting it and pulling it, while I played with the other one. I then grabbed and pulled his hair, shaking and quivering from the hardest orgasm I ever felt. I started tearing up after that. It’s what emotions and hormones can do to you. He got up, wiped his chin off from my wetness and secretions and flipped me over on my knees.
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He reassured me again that he has lots of experience with these things and it will stay between us. That made me feel a lot better. I quickly pulled down my tights and panties and covered the crotch area with my hands from embarrassment. He removed my hands gently and widened my legs. Now I am exposed and so vulnerable. I took the dildo and threw it across the room. Grabbed Shulem and begged him to fuck me rather. I told him that I used the rubber when I'm desperate and I have no choice. But here I have a handsome, nice, sexy electrician why should I use the rubber? He agreed and unbuttoned his top and threw it down hurriedly. Opened his belt swiftly and removed his black Jean's. All while I was laying with my legs spread eagle. He stared at my bare pussy with such appetite. He was wearing regular briefs. Not the long chasidish underwear my husband wears. He lowered his briefs and his cock sprung up. My entire body felt a whole new feeling of excitement and longing. I pulled him and begged him to fuck me. I was dripping wet and wanted fo feel that man deep inside of me. I was craving it all day long. Shulem got ontop of me, spread my legs even wider inserted his throbbing, swollen dick inside of me. He pumped his massive cock into my unused, helpless, tight pussy while I moaned and groaned with pleasure. He gave me multiple orgasms while he was pumping me hard and fast. I could see Shulems face turn red and sweaty with every thrust. He pulled out quickly and came on my stomach. I smeared it around and licked my finger so I can taste him on me. I felt so at peace, tamed and well taken care of. He said I didn't have to pay him anything and I should call him again if anything else doesnt "turn on".
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