Berlin visit

 

After the wonderful experience on the public beach promenade on the Müritz, where the President of the Ebi-Center, the good pool attendant, and his General Secretary, Francisco, had so wonderfully fucked each other by the light of the lanterns, we drove to Berlin the next day. We had a larger hotel room with a small kitchen there and were therefore able to have the team from the Ebi-Center as our guests.

It was not far from the Zoo train station to the hotel in the middle of the city at the Memorial Church. When they arrived in the hotel room, both guests gave testimony to their deeply Christian attitude with the act of charity that the Bible repeatedly called for when they saw the house of God:

They practiced the highest form of Christian charity: they fucked! Again wonderful and delighted. They fucked a program that my friend and I really liked. Both stands were built up wonderfully hard with nice long jerking movements. So that the stands could be applied cleanly and some grease applied, the slats were briefly blown against each other. Then Francisco was the first to free his asshole, put his foot on the edge of the bed so that his president could get the cock to the rosette more easily, so that he could easily open his cunt with a few pricks before he finally fucked him with his whole boner.

His fuck rhythm was exemplary again; the extremely long piston stroke was wonderful to look at, and of course the whole fucking was not without effect on our own slats, which quickly became harder. We ourselves then only added a short blowing program and then stood up on the bedside to fuck, just as our great teachers did. It was nice to have the model right next to you, the post-fucking in a copy makes things much easier.

The crew of the Ebi Center then wanted to swap partners again. We gladly agreed and we felt the hammers of our teachers while fucking our respective cunts. Great! To be able to feel this rubbing of the neat cocks on the rosette, to be able to determine the increased speed with which the boners were now hammered into the pussies and finally to hear their man flesh clapping against our asses while fucking before their cum with violent body jerks and loud Moaning in our cunts was shot down.

While we were being fucked we of course continued to wax our slats so that they stayed in good shape. And after the two of them had fucked, we wanted to do it again of course. Very courteously both of us went on our backs on the bed, where we could fold their legs like penknives towards the shoulder and their pussies were placed in a splendid position in front of our stands. A few nudges with the tips of the tails on the ass and slight twitching of the rosettes revealed that we could be sure of a good, hot feeling of happiness right away: we fucked a few bumps, the lust grew by pushing our tails in and out and soon brought us to longed-for launch, where we put the load under their noses above their face,

So much for the successful start in Berlin.

After a little rest we prepared dinner; we didn't want to eat much, just a couple of meatballs for which we had bought a pound of ground beef. We left the preparation to the excellent culinary arts of Francisco, who mashed and kneaded the minced meat with raw eggs with his long fingers, as he had kneaded many a tail and you could see how beautiful the mass oozed out again and again between thumb and ring finger. Ebi sat on the chair at his side, helping in a friendly manner in the kitchen, and lightly and carefully sucked Francisco’s cock and blown it to the bar.

Francisco, who had not only proven his high culinary skills many times, also showed himself to be a great connoisseur of German culture and especially of German songs, for example the song of the landlady and her servant. After Ebi had blown his boner hard and the lust grabbed him, he went to the kitchen table and fucked the hacked man. The full load of his cum also served as a binding agent for the well-formed meatballs, so that you could do without the usual breadcrumbs to hold them together.

In the evening it was the turn of the 'barn' in Motzstrasse, where there was aptly 'naked party' that evening. The program couldn't be better! Every now and then, after removing all unnecessary clothes, we took off the parade of the tails that were already on display in the hallway to the counter. But since there was also a sling upstairs, we stayed to ourselves for the time being. Francisco lay down in the sling, Ebi worked on the rosette with a stretched middle finger and prepared his cunt for the blissful reception of his fuck stick. At the same time I took Ebi's cock, which I wanked up with some lubricant, always tight over the tip of the tail, so that you could feel how it got harder with every wanking movement. Gradually the time had come: the scimitar stood and I pushed his stand with my hand in front of Francisco's cunt, still held him so that he pierced the rosette briefly with his tail under my guidance. When I released the stand, there was no stopping it: it nailed Francisco through! The sling is, as is well known, a phenomenal thing: he could stand still and came to the fucking movements by rocking the sling a little and repeatedly pulling Francisco's ass to the base of his tail.
It was practical that he could stand still while doing this. I tampered with his buttocks with my fingers and widened a bit so that I could soon dock with the tip of my tail and push my boner into his cunt to fuck while Ebi was still standing quietly with his boner and fucked Francisco with the sling movements.

The position of the leather-covered gymnastics buck next to the sling, where my friend sat down and offered me his ass, which I slowly began to fist, was also very handy. His rosette opens slowly, four fingers were quickly done. But I stayed with the four for now, because I also had to concentrate on fucking Ebi and my lust distracted me from fisting. But it didn't take long and I sprayed, not without a full, cool feeling of the finish in the tail. At the same time I noticed Ebi's twitches, who in turn shot his cum into Francesco's channel.

Now I could devote myself entirely to fisting. With a little more grease, I got the rosette open even more easily and I was about to have the big experience:

yes, the fist was in the friend's ass. The fucked Francisco got out of the sling and let my fisted friend blow his beautiful cock first. My friend jerked his cock in his familiar wild way until he again tossed his load abundantly through the area. I ran my hand back and forth a couple of times in his cunt until the carpal bones were gone. Then I drove out - Francisco had already been waiting for this moment, who was now standing next to me and fucking the open hole. Ebi, already fucked in Francisco, stood quietly and collected the hosed cum, which he rubbed with relish on his chest.

So much for the debut in the 'barn'. The evening continued in a busy atmosphere, sometimes upstairs and downstairs, wherever you got something nice in your hand that was suitable for one or the other blowing, fucking or fisting pleasure.

 

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