We Fuck Ana in Munich – Our Threesom Story – MMF Sex Story

Sitting on the patio overlooking the tennis courts were Art and two of his pals.
Art was concentrating all of his attention on Ana, while Kim and Mike were acting naughty as usual and making sexual remarks to every lady who walked past the table.
From the minute he first laid eyes on her, Art fell in love with her. After declining Art’s date request, Ana quickly began dating Duncan in Munich. She was aware of his feelings for her and his desire to speak with her whenever possible.

After band class, he used to trail after her and observe how her posterior moved as she flaunted her apparent pubic hair.
Ana a Sex Worker in Munich became ecstatic at a pep rally and her short dress blew up as she celebrated a huge play that won the game. Art sat behind her, enjoying the sight of her ass covered in diapers and her well-defined lower cheeks.

Ana was playing tennis, and Art was focused on her. She leaped this way and that to return the shots in the game, her long brown hair flying over her face like a Gibson Girl. Like most of the other females, Ana the exhibitionist had opted for a short white tennis skirt to go with her brief-style underwear. She would periodically look over her shoulder in between points to make sure Art was still focused on her in Munich. Because she had a bikini below her skirt, which is a shorter form of underwear, she knew he would be there to observe.

She put a lot of effort into keeping the skirt twirling about her waist so that Art would never have a close-up view of her behind.

Watching Ana play, Art’s thoughts started to wander. He was contemplating taking retribution for Ana’s constant mistreatment of him. His vision in Augsburg of taking Ana down a notch or two had been realized thanks to a year of careful preparation and strategic use of money.

“Before this weekend ending,” he pondered. “A new song would be sung by Anaa. One that Art had specifically composed and written for her!

The sound of the girls laughing as they ran up the steps from the tennis terrace broke his reverie.

“Loving the scenery, Art?” Ana threw her towel in his face, taunting him.
Art was hit by the scent of her perspiration and perfume right away. His cock twitched and quickly started to grow within his trousers in Munich.

Ana murmured in Art’s ear as she knelt to get her towel.
“You peeper, make sure you secure a decent seat at the pool in around sixty minutes. I got a new bikini thinking about you. A peeping tom like you will undoubtedly like it!

Art turned to see her disappear as quickly as she had come, swishing her hips back and forth to keep up with her pals as they made their way to the hotel, looking as she did in her tan trousers with a noticeable panty line at school. With a smile on his face, Art watched the females vanish. Everything was proceeding as expected.
Ana showed up to the pool precisely one hour later. She noticed that Art had relocated to the pool area, just as she had hoped he would, and she smiled impishly. Ana traveled the length of the pool to stand in front of Art’s chair, and as a moth to a flame, she drew all eyes with her.

Her hair, which was long and dark, reached her shoulders in the back. The front of her white robe was half open, exposing a large amount of naked flesh. The short hem of the robe revealed her well-toned and sculpted thighs in Munich and Altstadt-Lehel. Her petite, delicate feet were encased in white sandals.
Ana dropped her purse carefully and peered into Art’s eyes through her sunglasses. She removed her green and white ball hat, letting her brown hair fall about her shoulders in a gentle cascade.

When Art saw what he did, he gasped in shock and wonder, and he was unable to control it.

“Is Art pleased with my new jeanshorts?” Ana lifted her arms gently over her head and stretched like a huge cat, asking in a beautiful alto voice.
Art could not speak. Though he had seen her jeans shorts before, he had never seen them as short and formfitting as Ana’s. She wore a t-shirt with red and white stripes over top.
However, it was her denim shorts that caught the attention of the men and made the women on the Walt Disney Trip envious in Munich. Art could plainly see the shapes of her still baby-fat bottom cheeks and the outline of her underpants from behind since the material of her jeans was so thin and tight.

You could have heard a pin drop around the pool, it was that silent. Everyone was concentrating all of their attention on Ana and Art. Ana turned gently to face Art, enjoying the attention she was receiving. Half of her naked white butt cheeks were visible above the fringed legs of her tight, cut-off jean shorts, which had a noticeable panty line.

The remainder of the swimsuit was pushed into her butt crack on the walk up to Art, exposing her bottom cheeks.
Ana spoke loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear, resting one palm on her firm ass and turning to face Art.

“Art, I just wanted you to see the ass of a woman you will never be able to touch for one last time.”
Ana then bent down to loosen the straps on her sandals. There wasn’t much left to the imagination because the thin cloth was pulled so tightly across her ass and cheeks.

Her figure-hugging denim shorts hugged her lower body. She turned over on her stomach, removed her top, and then stretched out to get some sun exposure in Munich.
Art determined that this was enough of this blatant exhibition. It was high time he permanently put an end to Ana’s unladylike behavior as she had been acting like a brat all day!

Art got up, filled his glass with ice water, and threw it in the center of Ana’s back. The impact that Art was striving for was produced by the chilly water and ice. Ana let out a startled and furious cry and instantly got up, momentarily forgetting that she had taken off her top.
Ana was made aware of her error by the whistle and cheers from those surrounding the pool.
She let out a scream of shame, crossed her arms over her protruding breast, and moved to pick up a towel. Art rushed in, grabbing her around the waist. He then hoisted the topless girl up and slung her over his shoulder with such ease that Ana was taken aback.

A harsh, open-handed smack across her upturned ass ended the teen girl’s pointless efforts and drew further applause from the rapidly assembling throng.

With his hostage hanging submissively limp over his shoulder, Art ascended the stairs to his particular room like a victorious warrior returning home. Following the two, her peers strolled along, witnessing the girl who had turned her nose up at the majority of the lads in the group being humiliated.

Everyone in the high school was aware that Ana had mistreated Art, and nobody wanted to miss a second of Art’s retaliation. As you can see, practically everyone knew about Art’s scheme—with the exception of Ana and Duncan, her fair-haired lover. At the boat house, one of the girls was keeping Ana’s boyfriend occupied, so Art felt he could move forward without any problems.

The Hilton Hotel’s second story was home to Art’s room. The beautiful window that adorned the front of the room had the bed shifted to the front.

Art threw Ana onto the bed without any grace. He turned her onto her back and swiftly fastened her hands to the headboard’s corners. Now that Ana’s hands were free, he could focus on draping the snug jeanshorts down her legs and over her hips. Grasping them with her feet. The denim shorts were thrown into the corner by him in Munich.
As her students crowded the picture window, jostling and pushing to have a closer look at what was happening in the room, Ana could see their angry expressions. Realizing she would soon be the star of the show, she pulled harder on the ropes holding her wrists.

Art had no trouble snagging one of Ana’s skinny ankles and securely encircling it with many rope coils. He pushed her legs up and over her head and knotted it. He fastened the rope’s other end to the headboard in close proximity to her wrists. Her second foot was fastened to the other side of the headboard a few minutes later. Art took a step back to see his creation.

Ana strained to extricate herself, whaleing in her own pain. With her legs spread wide, she was unable to hide her vagina, or small brown asshole, from her students who were standing outside the room.

Art rummaged through his backpack until he discovered the long wooden paddle, a la school. Art moved to the side of the bed and held up his palm to show Ana. Ana was about to scream, but Art moved more quickly. He removed her soiled, filthy, brown underwear from her room earlier and shoved it into her gaping lips. With one hand, he held the stench-filled wad of filthy underwear in place, and with the other, he tore off a piece of tape and placed it into position, sealing her puckered lips. To silence any remaining clever noises Ana might be able to produce, two additional strips were placed.

Art grabbed up the wooden paddle once again and took up his spot at the bed’s side.

HAHA! WHACK! WHAP!

Ana’s ass was being swatted by the paddle swats. The brown-haired girl was tied and shuffled this way and that in an attempt to evade the stinging wooden paddle, but all she managed to accomplish was shake her cute ass in a garish dance that caused the assembled crowd to roar with laughter.

CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHAP!
Art’s paddle swats quickly turned Ana’s ass from white to pink and finally brilliant scarlet. Her skin, stretched so tightly, was starting to produce little white blisters. She could not stop her ass from winking rhythmically.

Ana farted, cutting the air with a booming “FRRRAAPP!”

A stifled cry of embarrassment escaped from behind the filthy pants gag. The throng’s catcalls seared into her ears.
“You’re so petty!” Holding his nose, Art muttered, dropping the long wooden paddle. It appears that you were never instructed to behave appropriately among other people.

Art went back to his backpack and rummaged through it until he discovered what he was searching for. He lifted a scarlet enema bag with its long white hose and let out a triumphant shout. Ana opened her lips in dismay as soon as she recognized what was in his palm, and she started over to get herself free of the tight ropes that were biting into her sensitive skin.

While Ana amused the onlookers with her weaving of crimson and purple paddle-spunked ass, Art went into the bathroom to fill the enema bag with hot, soapy water.