A Christmas Present

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Christmas can be a lonely time of the year especially when you are 4,000 miles from home without your wife and children. I was 21 and in Germany…lonely, miserable, and knowing that this would be a Christmas I would want more than anything else to forget.

I was a soldier and was living in the barracks, but I had a job that took me out into the Germany of the German people. Hans worked for a German household goods shipping company and I was a military customs inspector so we saw each other almost every day, usually at the local Gasthaus drinking our lunch which normally consisted of Steinhaeger and good strong German lager beer. He was learning English from me and was teaching me the German language. Frequently I was a visitor in his house though I seldom, if ever, spent the night. The wife occasionally stared at my crotch, but I was really there to talk and joke with her husband, figuring she was probably off-limits to an American GI like me.

Ute was no femme fatale, but she was a nice, pleasant woman who seemed to be happy with her husband and her nine children all living in a three-bedroom apartment. She was in her mid-forties and a tad on the hefty side, but she did have some lovely large tits. Her house was always immaculate with nothing out of place. The food, when I ate with them, was great. She smiled a lot and left me to her husband, though there were those looks from time to time.

Over the fall, after my family had returned to the States, I started spending more and more time, almost every free moment I had at Hans’ house. My German became halfway proficient in that short period of time and I could make myself understood without too much difficulty.

The weather in Southern Germany was getting cold and Christmas was right around the corner. bahis firmalar─▒ I had decided to give Hans some American whiskey and a carton of cigarettes from Christmas, but had absolutely nothing to give the children or Ute and was beginning to wonder what I could get them.

One night, about a week before Christmas, Hans had invited me over for supper. When I got there, a bit early, I found out from Ute that Hans hadn’t returned home from work. They didn’t have a car so he took public transportation back and forth to work and it was very unlike him to be late. Ute finally persuaded me to take her looking for Hans and took me on streets I had never seen before. Finally, she directed me down a street in what looked to be an area of warehouses. We reached the dead end and she reached over and turned the engine off.

Ute’s hand went to my cock and jerked it right through my pants causing it to harden like a piece of steel. Somehow, we managed to get ourselves into the back seat of my VW bug and my cock covered in a condom which after two or three strokes Ute pulled off before pulling my now naked cock back into her hot pussy. Her juices splashed all over my cock and balls as the VW bounced on its springs. She screamed as she came and screamed again when she felt my cock explode inside her coating her womb with my potent sperm. We kissed and caressed each other as our bodies came down from their orgasmic highs. Naked from the waist down, we got out on opposite sides of the VW after looking around to make sure nobody was in the area. We quickly covered ourselves with our clothing and kissed several more times.

When we climbed back into the car, Ute told me to turn around and directed me to a Gasthaus that Hans liked to visit. About the time that we walked ka├žak iddaa in the door and he saw us, it hit me that I had just fucked my friend’s wife and was now about to sit down and drink with him. To say that I got drunk that night, is an understatement. I know that I drove all of us to Hans’ house, but I did not remember one inch of the way when I woke up with a blazing headache on their couch with a blanket pulled over me.

I was in my briefs and a t-shirt and wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Hans had already left for his Saturday morning of work when Ute and the nine children decided it was time for me to return to the land of the living. The hot coffee went down fine, but food of any kind made me sick just to look at. It was going on nine o’clock when Ute started giving the children errands to do. She even sent the youngest girl out with one of the older ones and the errands were all some distance away from the house. I am sure that she used my “hangover” which I didn’t have as an excuse to get them out of the house.

Soon, the children had gone out on their errands and Ute and I were once again alone. She wasted no time in dropping her housecoat to reveal her naked body which looked just as good to me in the morning as it had in the back seat of a dark car the night before. My cock instantly stiffened to attention inside my briefs and Ute peeled the blanket off my body. I wasted no time in ridding myself of the few items of clothing that I was wearing. As my cock sprang free of its confinement, Ute dropped to her knees in front of me and kissed its head. She then ran her tongue around the ridge just behind the crown before almost swallowing it whole. Ute may have had nine children, but she was still a horny lady that knew what she wanted and how to get ka├žak bahis it. I warned her that I was about to flood her mouth and she just redoubled her efforts on my cockhead.

When I exploded in her mouth, I thought I would never stop shooting ropes of thick creamy sperm down her eagerly swallowing throat. She literally drank me dry and since I had remained stiff, she started to climb on top of me. Once again I put a condom on and once again she pulled it off before sinking my cock balls deep inside her hot pussy. I could feel the walls of her cunt milking my prick for all it was worth. Ute wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I increased the speed and depth of my strokes knowing that having already cum once I was going to take just a little longer for the second time.

Ute moaned loudly as she gushed all over my cock and balls. I could feel her spasms milking my cock like a pair of hands and with one final deep thrust buried my spurting spear deep into her pussy flesh, unknowingly planting my seed inside my friend’s wife. We kissed and she let her breathing return to normal before letting my cock slip out of her warm, slippery love grotto.

We hurriedly dressed as a lot of time had passed and we were afraid the children would return. Several minutes later, they began to come back to the apartment. Nothing else was ever said between Ute and I about the two wild lusty episodes.

I left Germany a few months later with a promise on my lips that I would return one day. Hans and Ute had heard that story before and just smiled and nodded their heads in agreement.

But return I did after an intervening five years and the first thing that Hans told me was about my daughter that had died after living for only two days. Ute merely smiled and nodded her head. Neither was upset with me. Ute had gotten what she had wanted, another baby. Hans I am sure had talked it out with Ute years earlier and was no longer upset with his friend who had fucked his wife and made her pregnant.

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