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My valentin's encounter was a mature man around fifty. He was not particularly handsome, but he had large hands and shoulders. He was stocky, but moreover he was kind and a gentleman. He didn't bump into me like a big pervert, undressing me with his eyes and already imagining his cock between my thighs. No, his approach was more gentle and respectuous. He offered me a drink and he started the conversation ; I was at the center of our talk. After a while, another man came into the bar and joined us. Apparently, he was a friend of Martin, my valentin's encounter, and I will mention him as Peter from now. Martin offered a drink to Peter, then he invited me for dinner. We moved to a table and started to read the menu card.

When we left the restaurant, it was late. I wasn't very interested in going back to a closed place and sit at a bar. We had a stroll in the old town and continued to discuss and laugh. Martin was very funny with his joke as well as Peter.

When we reached the lake shore, Martin proposed to continue our discussion in the warmth of his home. We moved towards his place. It took us a short time to reach his place by car ; it was a bit outside the town, in a quiet area, almost lost in the country.

Martin offered us a glass of wine and some appetizers. We continue discussing till the conversation was interrupted by the door's bell. Martin stood up and moved away ; I heard another man's voice. Soon, the stranger appeared in the living room next to Martin : he was as huge as Martin and Peter, with a bit more belly tough. His head was round and chubby. He looked nice. I will call him Heinrich for now, as he looked like german and had this kind of accent.

Heinrich sat down and we continue the discussion. After a while the discussion turned naughty…I don't remember how, but we had a lot of lough.

It was past midnight, may be one o'clock in the morning when I tried to get up from the couch to get a glass of water, but swayed and fell down on the sofa. My guests loughed. Peter handed me a drink and afterward his hand slipped under my shirt while Martin's hand slipped under my pleated skirt, stroked my stocking inside my tights till the bottom of my belly…my cheeks turned quickly red and vapors were rising…soon I couldn't held myself ; juice of lust seeped from my pussy…my mind turned kinky ; I grabed Martin's hand and moved it on the side of my tight…and murmured in his ear : « please, tear off my panties…take me hard ». Martin did it ; he wrenched my stocking and teared out my panties. He pulled down his pants, moved out his cock which was quite hard already and was about to bury his cock inside my cunt when I grabed it and gulped it in my mouth…his thing was yet so big. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, legs apart, I sucked his cock, strocked it and showed him how I am a good little slut ; I kneaded his balls between my fingers while Peters kneaded my tities and unclipped my shirt and my bra. When my tongue wrapped his cock, it turned even hard ; Martin grabbed my head and pushed his cock deep in my mouth: I enjoyed it and moved back and forth along his stick. He sank his fat think in my thorat ; my pussy seeped…Martin noticed it, moved out, grabbed my arm, made me turn and offered my ass, spread my legs apart and pushed his beast harshly into my pussy. I couldn't held a short shout as his dik assaulted my tight vagina.

Peter moved around the sofa … I opened my mouth and stroke it languidly and diligently.