Das Dreckstück

Five minutes before four, I arrived, and Feodor opened the door. Like during our last visit, he was wearing his dirty T-shirt and a very loose, stained pair of shorts. Upon closer inspection, I thought I saw a bulge in his crotch. At first, Feodor was quite unfriendly, unlike our first meeting, grumbling that Bianca wasn't there. But when I hugged him briefly for greeting and politely asked if I could wait for her, he kindly invited me into the living room. Upon entering, I noticed the DVD player was on, but on the TV, I saw images from a TV series.

With a guilty conscience, I sat down opposite him in an armchair. I probably interrupted him during a special film. In front of him stood an open beer bottle and a half-full vodka bottle. Before he sat down, he offered me something to drink, but I politely declined. For a while, he examined me from head to toe, his gaze repeatedly lingering on my chest, stomach, and crotch. After his bulge in the pants grew larger, he shook his head briefly and focused on the TV. Desperately, I took out my iPhone, informed Bianca about the situation, and asked for advice. In her response, she immediately scolded me for not sitting next to him. She said that a couple of shots would surely help me loosen up.

What should I do? Bianca couldn't help me, so I jumped over my shadow. "Can I sit next to you? I haven't seen this episode yet," I stammered as an excuse to sit beside him, even though I didn't know what was playing. He tried to make space for me, but I sat so close that we touched. A bit relieved by his reaction, he immediately put his arm behind me on the backrest and came toward me again, making me instinctively lean against him. Immediately, the arousing smell of his armpits filled my nose, and this messy feeling spread inside me.

I hadn't imagined it would be so easy to end up in his arms, even though I was just starting out. Before I could go further, Feodor reached for the schnapps bottle, took a sip, and washed it down with beer. Following Bianca's advice, I also grabbed the vodka, took a small sip, and to calm the burning in my throat, I drank a large sip from his beer bottle. Smiling, Feodor watched me as he said, "You could get your own bottle."

"You already have no deadly bacteria," I politely declined and leaned back against him. I made sure my cheek lay on his armpit and gently rubbed it against his damp armpit hairs. Together we watched the TV, and I still didn't know which series was playing. My thoughts were more occupied with the situation. How could I encourage Feodor to make a move so that I could experience my personal porn film with him? I was sure he was watching a DVD of such a movie before I interrupted.

Bianca said he liked barebell clothing, and my blouse disturbed him. Groaning from the heat, I took it off. Now I sat in the bustier with an exposed stomach area next to him, but he still made no move to place his hand on me. Well, if he didn't make the first move, I had to. Boldly, I took his hand from the backrest and placed it on my side. Immediately, an arousing warmth spread from that spot. But again, he didn't react as planned. Although he pulled me closer, his hand stayed in the same place. Only his eyes examined my flat stomach.

What should I do? Desperately, I took out my iPhone and asked Bianca for advice. From her, I first got scolding for not being able to seduce a man. Then she wrote, "Maybe he thinks I'll come back any second. Tell him I won't be back until tomorrow. Then you have the whole evening free, and damn it, BE A SLUT, then he'll definitely react."

Yes, great, my friend was talking from afar. To gather courage, I took another sip of vodka, this time a large one, and washed it down with beer. Facing Feodor, I explained, "Bianca has canceled; she's coming back only tomorrow."

After his indifferent "OK," I stammered awkwardly, "Can I still stay here? I don't want to sit alone at home, and being in your arms feels so cozy."

To better express my comfort, I again laid my cheek on his armpit. This time, I even kissed the damp hairs. Maybe this would get him going faster.

"No problem," I got a bored reply. His hand pressed me tighter against him, and this time it moved slightly higher. Only just below my bustier did it lie. Satisfied, I waited for the end of his muscle tension, but he didn't caress further. "Be a slut," Bianca's instruction echoed in my mind. To follow her advice, I slowly moved my head downward along Feodor's torso and laid it on his lap. The fact that I moved downward under his hand was a useful side effect. Because the hand didn't stay in the same place but moved higher, directly over my top and lying on my chest.

While Feodor cautiously began to play with my hard nipples, it became harder underneath my head. Gladly, I rubbed my head against his growing cock, which stood up next to my face into a huge rod. This was the confirmation I needed. He was turned on by me! Briefly sniffing through the pants, I took in his smell and gently nibbled through the fabric on his stick. Bianca was right; he was the ideal partner for me because the smell of dried urine drops mixed with his semen created an arousing shiver in my body. I would have loved to pull down his pants immediately and lick his testicles.

Instead, I began to sniff again at his pants and pressed a gentle kiss on the tip. What did Bianca write before? "Be a slut," so I timidly asked him, "You, Feodor, Bianca told me about Eva, do you think I could be her successor?"

Waiting for his reaction, I looked up at him longingly. Instead of answering, Feodor moved his hand from my chest over my stomach to the waistband of his pants. Quickly, I pulled in my belly, and he slid into the pants. In his gaze, I briefly recognized the joy of my missing underwear, then his fingers reached my wet slit. Feodor didn't let anything stop him; determinedly, he placed three fingers on my opening and pressed them firmly into my longing hole. This triggered a new wave of feelings in me, helplessly at his mercy, I groaned. Deeply, he looked into my eyes and asked, "You want to be a slut?"

"No, I'm a slut and want to belong to you," I blurted out.

Seconds later, his eyes flickered, and his grip in my vagina became firmer. "How do you imagine that?" he asked, clearly aroused.

I briefly thought about it, and a pleasant shiver shook me at the thought of being completely under his will soon. "Give me the most perverse tasks, and I'll fulfill them all," I challenged him.

A grin formed on his face, and he explained, "So my previous girlfriends always refused to put my unwashed cock in their mouths. So show me that you're not disgusted by it."

A better lead couldn't have been given. Since I had sniffed him, I also wanted to taste him. Excitedly, I jumped up, first tore off the bustier over my head and almost fell while taking off the pants. Naked, I knelt between his legs and began to pull down his pants. With his help, I managed it, and immediately, his huge cock sprang at me. It was significantly thicker than those I had known before and surely three handbreadths long. From a dense black bush, it greeted me, and on its tip glimmered already a first big drop.

As Feodor had already announced, his strong smell preceded him. When the foul smell crept into my nose, I felt a slight pull between the legs. Exactly what I wanted; delightedly, I inhaled this arousing smell again and licked the shaft up to its tip. Briefly, I pressed a kiss on the tip and enjoyed the delicious drop of his anticipation. Slowly, I pulled back the foreskin. A biting smell rose, and Feodor became embarrassed. Underneath the foreskin, a thick white mucus had formed. Very slowly, I sucked his cock into my mouth and let my tongue glide around this delicacy again and again.

The mere knowledge of licking one of the dirtiest pastes there was created heavenly feelings in me. Happily, I looked up at Feodor and saw directly into the lens of my iPhone. At first, I was shocked by its independent filming, but then I remembered. He surely wanted to capture this wild moment forever and to signal his agreement, I kissed greedily toward my camera phone. With the knowledge that he was filming everything, I began to slide my mouth over his entire cock and sucked it completely. Since I could only take half in, I afterwards licked around the root further.

I also cleaned his hairy sack with my tongue and sucked his testicles into my mouth. These were such huge balls that I could only take them one by one. Through my tender tongue treatment, the testicle sack contracted and tightened around his beautiful eggs. This aroused my interest in the area below the testicles. My tongue brushed over a few centimeters of wrinkled skin; Feodor groaned and instinctively tried to spread his legs wider. To support him, I lifted his legs and pressed his knees toward his chest. Now, his asshole was directly in front of my face, and I examined it.

Tightly compressed around this small brown ring were some hairs, and tiny crumbs still clung to them. Something I had never licked before, but the desire didn't give me a choice. My vagina was already so flooded that individual drops ran down my leg. Carefully, I sniffed at the opening, and it smelled as if he had just farted. Briefly, I looked up again and saw the camera. The arising kick made me forget all disgust, and my tongue brushed over his dirty afterbirth. A bitter taste spread in my mouth, creating a fierce tingling in my body. This tingling I knew. It always came on when I was just about to have a wet climax.

To not immediately dirty Feodor's living room, I squeezed my pants between the legs. Preventing my orgasm just now, I looked at his ass again. Most of the hairs were clean now. The larger lumps still clung firmly to them. Boldly, I pressed my tongue onto the area, licked all the hairs off, and began to push my tongue tip into the dark hole. At first, the ring muscle didn't let me in. But when Feodor pushed against it and a small puff of air came toward me, my tongue tip entered. But I couldn't feel much more. In me exploded the feelings; blood in my head began to roar.

My legs cramped and squeezed the pants between them. I couldn't stop it, but from my vagina, my fluid sprayed out and soaked my pants. Loudly breathing, I laid my head back, so hard had I never experienced it before. Feodor held the camera for a moment on my face and praised me, "That was already quite good, but now I want to shoot. Best in your mouth."

I didn't need to be asked twice; again, I ran my tongue over his wild hole. Gently, I nibbled once more at his still tightly stretched testicle sack and reached the dark purple head via the shaft. A thick ejaculation drop had formed there, and delightedly, I licked it up. Unfortunately, there was no longer any of his wild smell to be sensed, but this wild stuff I had already licked before. I consoled myself with the next day. Then he would surely smell again. Now I first had to pamper my lover and so I pulled my lips around his head. Gently, I sucked it deeper into my mouth. Unfortunately, I could only take half of it again, so I put one hand around his hard shaft and with the other gently massaged his firm testicles.

At first, I thought his cock couldn't get any bigger, but when my tongue circled his head and I tried to push it deeper into my mouth, I felt on the right hand how more blood flowed in. Feodor liked my treatment, because he began to move slightly against me. Internally jubilant, I looked once more into the camera lens, and Feodor groaned. His legs became bone-hard, and his hammer began to twitch. The first jet shot into my mouth, and only the second did I catch with my tongue. I wanted to definitely catch everything to show the sperm before swallowing it for the camera. Three more shots came out with a huge pressure. Almost too much for my mouth.

Briefly, I let his tip out. Opened my mouth wide in front of the lens, and my tongue played delightfully with the thick mucus. Afterwards, I swallowed and showed as proof my empty mouth. Meanwhile, further drops had flowed from the tip, and before I sucked the rest out of his cock, I licked them from the pubic hair. My careful aftercare, however, had a pleasant side effect. Unlike with my previous boyfriends, life returned to the pleasure giver immediately. Slowly, it stood up again, and within a minute, I once again had this divine erection before my eyes.

This time, though, also the area between my legs awakened. Although I had never had such a big one inside me before, I wanted it. Beggingly, I looked up at Feodor and implored him, "Please fuck me! Otherwise, I can't stand it anymore."

Feodor nodded, put the phone aside, and grabbed me under the armpits. As if I weighed nothing, he lifted me up, positioned me over his erected spear, and let me slowly descend. His tip briefly touched my labia, was washed by the moisture, and almost resistancelessly entered me. That I could take his size, I assumed, since I had been satisfied with a zucchini before. With his length, though, I was unsure. When I felt the pressure on the back wall of my vagina, I put my legs on the sofa for safety and supported myself. Feodor recognized my problems but didn't force me to continue.

He remained in position for a moment, then gently pushed upward. Grateful for his consideration, I moved toward him and began to ride him harder. Naturally, he entered me deeper and deeper. Long I couldn't last. Between my legs, a volcano exploded, and suddenly everything was black...