Franz was not yet ready to marry. He had far too many choices for his strong urges. Nima and the list of favorites Eva had met and the highly erotic, insatiable Aurora, whom Karl shared with him without any jealousy, even after birth, when he felt like it. But he withdrew from Aurora more and more. It seemed right to him, because Karl's and Aurora's relationship began to cloud over. Franz listened for hours to Karl talking out loud about the marital problems. Aurora took loving care of Fritz and Paulchen, was a kind‐hearted mother and main caregiver for her children, the nannies remained auxiliaries. Her professional struggle for families, women and children cost her a lot of strength. She had no strength left for two men, although she loved both of them. Karl was wounded and very sad, he even considered retiring and leaving Aurora completely to Franz. He could clearly see how happy and passionate she was in Franz's arms! Now Franz had his say and, looking Karl firmly in the eye, said that was out of the question. He would stay away from Aurora, period! Franz had thought about it for a long time and found that it was the best for all three of them.
He was one of the best Chancellors of the Exchequer of the time, respected for his accuracy and excellent management, and feared because he was strict about discipline and pursued corruption relentlessly. He often sought Candor's advice when he had someone high up on his hands and had to make a decision of political consequence. Not infrequently, Candor would throw on his black cloak and personally take the delinquent to task if he knew him. He was very proud of his son, who had put the finances in order and greatly curbed corruption. In addition, Franz had brought together an excellent troupe of experts from the business sector to advise him. Following Aurora's good example, he sought the cooperation of the ministries, which, however, turned out to be much more difficult than he had thought. But he was not the type to give up quickly.
Somewhat rashly, he became engaged to Jina from Eva's list of favorites. He should have noticed how headstrong and selfish she was. The very fact that she called herself Jina and could promptly correct anyone who wrote Gina gave her power. She had passed law school with honors and worked in a prestigious law firm. She had attracted Franz's attention mainly because she showed imagination, passion and egoism during sex. She knew all the positions, all the tricks and exuded a tremendous obscenity, frivolity and erotic impudence that so captivated him. There was nothing she didn't do and didn't give a damn about what a decent girl didn't do. She had a great experience in sex and soon had him hooked. He kept coming, she pleased him, he loved her wild sex. Still, she was surprised when he proposed and immediately said yes. He was the viceroy and she could not get any higher socially. King Karl organized the wedding and the people celebrated. People drank, ate and danced for three days, copulating and fathering children in the remote corners and dark alleys.
The bride was very disappointed that the laws did not provide for a coronation as Viceroy's queen. Karl had an unbiased view of Jina's character and decided that he would make her Baroness of Fayngold, so that was the end of the subject, period. He paid no attention to Jina's disappointment. The Baroness von Stetten had been given a six‐room apartment to marry into, Jina Baroness von Fayngold would initially be given one with four rooms with the option of a larger one when they had children. Karl was absolutely unwilling to negotiate anything with Jina, she was his brother's bride, but he was the king, she had to learn to accept that.
Franz had told Karl a lot about Jina's sexuality and when he mused about his brother being able to savor their passionate embraces himself, Karl flatly refused, saying he didn't want to make himself vulnerable to extortion. Franz didn't understand it right away, since Jina's sex fit Karl's booty pattern very well. Karl knew it too, but he remained firm. In addition, Jina was currently suffering from a proper abdominal inflammation. Maria Theresa examined her and asked Eva for a second opinion. Jina's abdominal inflammation was the late consequence of a wrongly treated venereal disease and had attacked her internal sexual organs. Maria Theresa was able to cure the inflammation naturally, but Jina could only have children through artificial insemination. M.T. treated Franz prophylactically and informed him about Jina's condition. Franz had the vague feeling that neither she nor Eva thought much of Jina. Sister and Mother could "see" Jina's entire love life, but they also saw her character deficits. They had discussed it at length, but they did not want to influence Franz. He was son and brother, viceroy and chancellor of the exchequer. He would have Jina's character under control, they hoped.
The wedding night they had to postpone until they were both cured. They didn't mind, they satisfied each other with their fingers and mouths and enjoyed it. When it was green again, they copulated to exhaustion. He had fallen behind with his work and now had to catch up. She furnished the apartment to her liking and he nodded absentmindedly when she presented him with bids and bills. The Baroness von Fayngold, who would not let anyone interfere with her interior decorating adventure, broke Franzen's bank account at a merry gallop. He, the most thrifty and dutiful Chancellor of the Exchequer in the monarchy, was blindsided when the bank came forward. Immediately he went through all the items together with Jina; it was not a mistake, but just waste par excellence. This led to their first, bitter dispute. From then on, she received money in her account, but could not use his bank account. She cried out in tears that she could not live in this unfinished apartment and went to live with her parents for a week. The Fayngolds were not pleased, Jina was no longer a believer and had drifted away from the Jewish faith, she did not observe the Sabbath and went out every night with her friends. She let herself be celebrated, she was the only baroness among them. After a week she returned to the castle.
The next debacle was not long in coming. She imagined that anal intercourse was a good old Jewish tradition and that people only had vaginal intercourse when they wanted children. Franz resigned himself to his fate for a while and squirted in her ass. Oh, where were the good old days when she could enjoy copulating together with him in all facets? After a few months he beat her up and copulated vaginally with her against her will. Then he explained that he could accept it if she wanted to revive the good old Jewish tradition of intercourse in the ass. Okay. In exchange, she would just have to accept that he would have to revive the good old tradition of beating up his wife from great‐grandfather's time. She silently packed a travel bag and moved in with a former lover for two weeks. Viceroy Franz was not ready to accept all this without resistance. He had them tracked down and two police cars parked in front of the lover's house day and night, following him and her everywhere, the uniformed men taking the particulars of everyone who went in or out. After two weeks, the lover had enough and sent the Baroness of Fayngold packing.
Jina was made of hard wood and did not give up so easily. She roamed the bars for weeks, copulating with everyone as if the end of the world were imminent. Franz's detectives could hardly keep up with the logging. Franz was very sorry and swore bitter revenge.
When she returned to the castle, her belongings were placed in the most remote room along with a simple bed. He was taciturn and said that if she wanted to copulate with anyone in the future, she would not be allowed back into the castle. She was locked in her servant's cabinet without the door being locked. She had no access to the comnet, radio or television in the cabinet. Nothing but her well‐worn study books. She could move around freely in the castle, but she could not go out. Wherever she went, the Viceroy's detectives conspicuously followed her. She could meet anyone in the castle, but got no opportunity for a tête‐à‐tête. Franz was in the beautiful apartment every day, but when she wanted to visit or talk to him, he went to the cabinet and listened to her there. He forbade her to use his apartment or to receive visitors. He eavesdropped on her by means of a hidden spy camera and grinned gleefully because the only sex she still had was obsessive masturbation. He was not surprised that she was masturbating more and more often, day and night. He listened and grinned wickedly. So soon she would not cheat on him again! He resumed his old love life, copulating when and with whom he wanted. When he got home at night, he would voyeuristically listen to Jina's masturbations, listen to her sighs and moans and the almost inaudible sounds as her finger danced on her clit. He turned up the volume so he could hear it quite clearly. He knew perfectly well the soft, squelching sounds as her finger rubbed the wet and moist flesh.
She endured the ordeal for half a year. One evening she awaited him in the living room, lying half propped up and completely naked on the couch, her body in an erotic pose. He knew her well enough to see it in her eyes that she had inwardly attuned herself to masturbation. He looked at her and knew immediately that she had recovered from the previous climax and was now preparing for the next masturbation. Her fingers unconsciously and unobtrusively played with her labia and twitched to her clit. She stroked her beautiful breasts and abdomen calculatingly as she appraised him with half‐closed cat eyes. Her horniness made her fingers dance as she said this was as far as it went.
What did she want, he asked, lighting a cigar. She fanned the smoke from her face, for she hated his smoking and thought they could part peacefully. It only depended on what she expected of him, he said lightly. In truth, he was very sad, for she made no effort to reconcile. Her advanced preparation for masturbation confused him, he could not take his eyes off her cunt, on which her fingers were very purposefully playing around. He knew perfectly well that in a few moments she would close her eyes and masturbate. But when she listed what she wanted, he was speechless. Her fingers held still, lying motionless on her cunt, and she concentrated on the conversation. She backed up her demands with the unmistakable reference to his lottery life in the last months, she would have enough witnesses.
Whether she still had all the tiles on the roof, he asked, feeling the cold spreading inside him. Her charms lost their effect in an instant. I wonder if she had forgotten that her cheating with her lover and fornicating in the bars was on police record and provable? The cold and the silence in the room were cutting.
He made a counter‐proposal, which she accepted after much back and forth. She agreed to the divorce, received an annual bequest of 50,000 talers, and lost the right of residence in the castle. She was contrite, but agreed, because the legacy was higher than her previous income. He immediately called the legal department so that the documents would be ready in the morning. During this long conversation, he followed out of the corner of his eye that Jina was masturbating on the couch; after all, she had put it off long enough and needed it now, immediately. They fucked in his marital bed that night, he bid a passionate farewell to her beautiful and exciting body. After half a year of abstinence, she would have copulated passionately with the devil too. They copulated nonstop, greedily and furiously until early morning. In the morning they went to King Karl as agreed.
The king had postponed his appointments and was waiting for them at the breakfast table. They reached out half‐heartedly and Karl listened in silence as Franz truthfully explained the situation. Of course, Karl was already informed of all the details. When Franz finished, the king said that it saddened him when a person left his family. He asked Jina if Franz's account was correct and she nodded silently. The king rang the bell and a registrar entered and sat down. King Charles poured him a cup of tea and told him to record everything faithfully.
They signed the divorce document, then the commitment of Francis to the legate and the renunciation of Jina to the castle. She was about to get up, but the king held her back, saying there were two more documents. He paused for a moment and looked Jina straight and cold in the eyes. She had never seen such a hard, dismissive and cold look. Her heart literally froze. Then he read out the document revoking Jina's appointment as baroness with immediate effect. Franz was blindsided; he hadn't asked for that. Karl was not finished yet. He read the second document aloud. Jina had to leave the kingdom within 72 hours and was not allowed to enter it again for at least ten years. Jina was transfixed, trying to understand the consequences.
Franz had jumped up in surprise and asked that this not be ordered. He was blown away by what had happened and felt terribly sorry for Jina. They had, after all, copulated all night, embraced and kissed like lovers, given or made climaxes, worked themselves into a frenzy. He hadn't intended to punish her, he murmured half aloud, touching Karl's arm; he just wanted to free himself from her grip and let her go in peace. It was he who had made the mistake of taking her. It was he who had not recognized her dissoluteness in time. It was not her fault that she had been deformed in character. He remained silent, concerned, for he seldom spoke so openly. The registrar's pen scratched and fell silent. He kept silent and tried not to think about the last night of love.
Karl said he needed his Viceroy and Chancellor of the Exchequer one hundred percent and he could not use any outside interference or distraction. At the word interference, he stared straight at Jina. Now he stood up and said, "I am the King, I have spoken!"
Jina had left for Switzerland, her 50,000 was about to be used up and she was extremely lucky to make a living first as an escort‐girl and then as an expensive high‐class hooker. She might still have the chance to fish for a goldfish and escape her pimps. Franz followed her career sullenly and let Karl know how wise the decision was. He repaid it by carrying out his duties as Chancellor of the Exchequer even more vigorously. He never learned what the royal chancellery whispered to the goldfish.
The relationship between Karl and Aurora had been restored, Candor had contributed quite a bit at the Sunday breakfasts and richly deserved the companionship of the chambermaids. Franz, whom Jina's will‐o'‐the‐wisp had kept busy day and night, found a very good way to get close to Aurora again. He needed her advice to deal with the parliamentary ministries. He avoided anything that could be construed as flirty. Aurora also brought her children closer to him; soon they loved their uncle. Karl was on the one hand surprised that neither Franz nor Aurora resumed the former sexual relationship, on the other hand he was grateful to them for it.
Eva and Candor talked very often about their sons' marriages. They breathed a sigh of relief when Franz withdrew from the love triangle they had known about from the beginning. It was nice to see how happy Karl had been since then. He had found Aurora again, the two of them began to feel a deeper kind of love for each other. They spent weekends and their short vacations away from Vienna, and Karl let Franz take his place. Aurora sometimes left her sons in Franz's care and knew they were in good hands, while she had more time with Karl.
Eva blamed herself greatly for putting Jina on the favorites list. She should have recognized the character deficits. Candor disagreed, saying she had made the favorites list according to strict filters, but it was Franzen's job to judge the bride's character. He could not accept her unjustified self‐reproaches. They followed the events surrounding Franz with concern, shaking their heads at Jina's foolishness and looking for explanations. At Sunday breakfast, Candor talked a lot with Franz when Karl was on the phone or understandingly left them alone. Franz and Karl were very grateful for Candor's skillful and unobtrusive manner, for the care and love he gave them.
His sons grinned happily and boisterously when they sent for the chambermaids at the end of breakfast. Candor was pleased as always when the pretty girls accompanied him. On the way home, he often pondered which of the two was at his will the last time. Memory was failing, he had no doubt. The girls giggled and whispered that he should not hold back his semen like last Sunday! They laughed with him all the way home until one whispered in his ear that today was her turn and she was really looking forward to it! He was clear that the girls had swallowed pills every time and their doped urges drove them into his bedroom. At his age, erections didn't come as easily as they used to. The girls knew he didn't like handjobs and made him stiff with their mouths, lips and tongues as his hands roamed lustily over their bodies. They laughed and giggled hornily, the drugs making them forget that he was an old, frail old man. They knew that his erect cock worked better than some younger ones, and that was all they cared about. After climax, that irresistible urge would subside, but you had to get there first! Most of the time it went like this or something similar. One would start riding his cock while the second sat behind her, reaching around her body and masturbate the riding one with her fingers. If she climaxed before he poured out, she had to clear the space for the second. The change from one cunt to the other was so exciting to him that he began to pour out moments later. Often he would hold back his semen as he watched, while the girl rocked on his cock, masturbating herself. They knew how much he enjoyed watching them masturbate and he wanted to save his seed and strength for Maria Theresa more and more often. If the pressure of the drugs still lasted, they grinningly offered their old voyeur a horny show in which they masturbated in the most obscene ways. Usually he questioned the girls thoroughly and they candidly told about their nights with Orlando and his progress.
Franz had thrown himself into work and was sprucing up his departments. He was also getting his urges under control. He didn't waste time wooing; instead, he called off his girls from Eva's list of favorites. Often, he would spend the night at Nima's apartment and marvel that Orlando would come in the early morning and unabashedly copulate with the sleeping Nima. Well, copulate was perhaps not the right word, besides, the whole thing lasted less than two weeks before the boy stayed away.
He approached her about Orlando at the beginning, she told him everything from the beginning and said they had agreed that the boy could only fuck and squirt if he didn't wake her up. Nima said Orlando definitely didn't want to masturbate, that's why she had this deal with him. She laughed heartily and said cheerfully that it was a good thing! All boys his age had to squirt their semen out somehow, some did it by hand, her Orlando just that way.
The boy was very skillful and only half woke up Nima. Since she was sleeping in the prone position, Orlando only had to pull the blanket off her butt. He stared at her black buttocks, under which her bright pink sex cleft was clearly visible. He stared unblinkingly at the cleft and the little hole and rubbed his cock for several minutes. He palpated the cunt and hole curiously, even though he had seen it a hundred times before. Nima was half awake, of course, but she let him proceed. She only let him squirt while asleep or in a drowsy state. He carefully spread the edges of her hole and peered into the dark interior. When he was ready, he would pull the foreskin all the way back to carefully penetrate her little hole. If he was already very aroused, his semen would splash onto her cleft from the outside, making it easier for him to penetrate. Nima always made a soft sound when his semen or cock touched her cunt, then she became half awake and Orlando just whispered, "Sh, sh" and slowly penetrated. He squirted immediately upon penetration, Franz saw the boy's buttocks tighten. Orlando thrust gently two‐more times and squirted the rest inside. Nima cared little about making him squirt in her cunt. For her it was not sex, but rather something to be tolerated so that the spoiled little son could relieve himself. Orlando was usually not satisfied after squirting and still terribly stiff, so after a short break he carefully copulated with her to squirt another time. She was half awake and let him thrust, because he could get quite rough and mean if she denied him. But they didn't copulate with each other, that was out of the question for her at all. She copulated with men, she said with a cryptic smile, and her hand played casually with Franz's cock.
Orlando, who did not have the cleverness of his brothers, looked innocently into his eyes before leaving quickly. Most of the time, Nima had not fully awakened when she took her drive‐enhancing pill and dozed on. Masturbation was much more pleasurable when she drug herself into the mood. After a few minutes the pills kicked in, she stroked herself very gently and got ready for masturbation. She dozed and stayed in her half‐dream, fantasizing and lolling, gently touching her clit with her finger. In this self‐centered state of half‐awake fantasizing and under the influence of the sexually stimulating drugs, she did not even notice that Franz was there. She satisfied herself every morning under the influence of drugs when she woke up. She took her time for a short while before she started the actual masturbation. He found it very enjoyable to watch her do it and to witness her passion and sexual greed.
He usually didn't bother her until she was writhing in violent convulsions and lying there trembling. She usually never noticed him, or not until he touched her breasts. It happened the first time that she felt caught and interrupted her masturbation. But his winning smile told her everything. She liked it very much when he caressed her breasts and teased the nipples or excited her with his tongue while she satisfied herself all over again, as the drug drove her irresistibly to the next climax.
Orlando had come to Nima every morning for a few weeks, and now he no longer came. Eva had talked to him privately for a long time and allowed him to spend the night with the chambermaids. Actually it was an order, but Orlando did not see through it and was grateful to her. He asked Eva in all naivety what he was allowed to do with them and she enumerated some things to him. She wanted to know exactly what he wanted and he especially wanted to know in great detail how the girls preferred to be copulated. She assured him that the girls would show it to him if they had confidence in him. Now he could sleep all night with one chambermaid or both. His emotional life became stable, the girls were only a few years older than him and patiently taught him everything. They liked him, he was a kind boy with a very strong drive. They also liked his shapely, slender cock and taught him to divide his strength well so that all three of them were satisfied. Eva had entrusted them with the king's half‐brother and had given them clear, distinct and very precise instructions on how to teach Orlando all the arts of love. Eva did not care at all that the girls got red ears, they had to repeat every word, if they had understood everything exactly. Afterwards the girls whispered that Eva really knew everything about sex with boys. Nima was very grateful to Eva, because Orlando would develop normally like other boys. She didn't say it, but she missed his morning sexcapades, at least for a while.
Franz had to neglect Nima somewhat, for he was hot on the heels of the parliamentary finance minister. Day and night, he and his most capable staff followed up on the clues. Franz wanted to chop off the Hydra's limbs first and its head last. The suspicions pointed to large‐scale racketeering, corruption and personal enrichment of the minister and his network. First, they worked through the mountains of files and found enough evidence that the Ministry of Finance had deceived the Control Office on a large scale, covering up waste, mismanagement and embezzlement. Franz hoped that some subordinates would prefer to get their own necks out of the noose and cooperate. At Sunday breakfast, he briefed Karl and Candor on the state of affairs and took on board their comments and thoughts. He was making progress, his mood was lightened, and he surprised Nima with a small gift in the evening.
Maria Theresa, Eva and the master usually spent their evenings together after dinner discussing and drinking a good glass of wine. There were enough topics, not only everyday ones, but also many personal and deep ones. One of the topics was the enlargement of the doctor's office. M.T. had taken the two apartments next to the office and renovated everything thoroughly, bringing the equipment up to date. She had recruited a gynecologist from the hospital, two students worked as assistants and two women did the administrative work. The practice had an impeccable reputation and a large number of patients. She could pay her staff better than others and could easily afford to treat poorer women pro bono. She and the gynecologists enjoyed an excellent reputation among colleagues and were given access to well‐equipped operating rooms at all times. M.T. planned to start a larger clinic after motherhood.
Yes, motherhood! That gave material for many discussion evenings, Candor was at first perplexed and uncertain. M.T. always had intercourse only with him. She no longer had the time for little adventures on the side, as she used to. She left the riding to Eva more and more often, because she was too tired in the evenings. He waited patiently until Eva's excitement had subsided and created the avatar, which sensitively and erotically excited M.T. and copulated with her. She let out a loud, satisfied sigh and groped for her clit. With slow, deliberate movements of her fingers, she began to satisfy herself. The avatar matched the speed of her fingers. Eva was fascinated by the sight, M.T.'s abdomen reacting just like one being copulated in real life. Her fingers gently caressed the labia and at the same time more and more energetically the clit. The master allowed the avatar's cock to grow until it completely filled her cunt. She sighed and gasped excitedly as she felt the monster inside her vagina and increased the pace of her fingers. Her wet pussy, her moist labia and the little pink hole constricted and widened rhythmically. The invisible cock of the avatar seemed to widen the little hole again and again, Eva could see that quite clearly. Maria Theresa gasped and moaned loudly as she copulated and thrust her abdomen towards the avatar. In climax, she clutched the invisible man, stretched her open sex towards him and let his semen squirt very deep inside her. After the avatar disappeared, she rubbed her clit firmly and quickly, dipped her finger quickly into her little hole to moisten it and immediately continued. She continued to masturbate herself for a few more minutes, gradually letting the climax fade away. During the pregnancy she needed the avatar incessantly and still copulated with him the night before the birth.
It was her decision to have a child, she went through with it and would not discuss it. She had joyfully told the master one evening that she was pregnant and he rejoiced with her. Eva was also very happy and offered her help, although Maria Theresa had made good provisions and the medical practice could manage well without her. It was too early to determine the sex, but M.T. had already decided on names, Leonie or Leonidas. Candor grinned, because it was going to be a Leo either way. He agreed, of course, that she would officially register him as the father, as Leo Puchmann. He had the presence of mind enough and changed his will.
He stroked her belly every evening and was pleased that the child thrived and grew. Again and again he asked her to snuggle up to him and let him caress her body, he loved her dearly and wanted to make her feel it. Soon they could tell that he was a Leonidas. He kept kissing and hugging M.T., his joy knew no bounds. A son who would grow up here in his apartment! He often discussed with Eva, because he could not imagine — toddler crying, diapers and holding the fragile child in his arms. She and M.T. patiently prepared him for it, because he had never experienced it before. He just felt too old for it, as age relentlessly caught up with him.
He knew quite well that he was an old, wrinkled old man. When the chambermaids accompanied him home on Sunday noon, he held back his semen while riding so that he would not disappoint M.T. in the evening. They were young and very good‐natured, Franz or Karl personally put the stimulant pills on their tongues. Minutes later they had arrived at his place and only wanted to greedily copulate, ride and have climaxes! The pills worked phenomenally. They were allowed to ride, one after the other. He soon lifted their heated bodies up by the buttocks until only the tip of the glans was still stuck in their wet vaginal entrance. They let their fingers dance on the clit and around it, laughing wantonly and panting strained or giggling hornily when it came to the other. They made themselves climax after climax, because they liked to satisfy themselves completely uninhibited before the eyes of the voyeuristic old man. As soon as the effect of the drugs wore off, they seemed incredibly vulnerable and shyly finished satisfying themselves. Similarly, Ulli and Paula were allowed to ride his cock as long as they wanted, but he withheld the semen from them as well, for M.T.'s sake. Neither of them wanted to know why he wasn't squirting in their cunts.
Ulli, of course, had to stiffen his erection with her mouth and lips first. She sat on his lap and was then allowed to insert his cock, she enjoyed the pain crying and moaning. Her breasts, which had remained large and firm after her pregnancy, she pressed against his chest and leaned her head on his neck. Her right hand stole between their bodies and she rubbed her clit very hard, increasing the pace. She complained about the naughty, sinful girl as she masturbated, crying as she complained until she climaxed, exultant and exhausted. He was able to hold the erection until the end because she only rode him a little and never made him squirt. She pressed her cunt very hard and deep on his cock, crying and laughing in sweet pain, although she almost couldn't breathe. Then she satisfied herself again, the bad, filthy sinful girl, her weeping face nestled against his neck. Only rarely did arousal overtake him, so he held her by the buttocks and copulated with her from below. He tugged her buttocks quite far apart with his hands, his fingers had latched onto her labia and were pulling her tiny hole even further apart. She moaned and complained loudly as his strong fingers threatened to tear her little hole. She cried out blissfully as he brutally thrust into her hole. He copulated firmly and mercilessly, not caring about her wailing and complaining. She complained that her little hole was much too tight for his big cock and how nice it actually was that it hurt her so much. She yelped crying that she was a very dirty, filthy girl who didn't deserve this sweet pain at all. He thrust his cock very deep into her cunt to squirt, accompanied by her plaintive sobs as she climaxed.
Paula also sat on his erect cock and rode him only suggestively, but some times she rode him so vigorously that he had to squirt. If she was very aroused, she rode him mercilessly so many times until she made him squirt out the last drop of semen before she masturbated herself. Unlike Ulli, she leaned way back until she was on his legs and satisfied herself. She desperately wanted him to watch her. She spread her thighs wide and let him look deep into her cunt. She always satisfied herself with the middle finger and spread the other fingers. It looked like a horned beast was licking her clit with its snout, wiggling back and forth. Her face lit up and smiled as she masturbated, becoming more and more distorted into a devilish grin as she climaxed. She widened her eyes and her mouth formed a surprised O. She suppressed the impulse to slap her thighs together in climax and pressed them apart with a triumphant grin. She kept saying how good it felt to feel his stiff cock in her cunt as she masturbated. She satisfied herself much longer and more often than Ulli, she was completely addicted to masturbation. When his erection subsided, she continued anyway, until she was completely exhausted.
M.T. knew that he withheld squirting during the day for her sake and felt it was an expression of his love. She thoroughly enjoyed rubbing her round belly between their bodies as they rode and feeling Eva's hand on her clit. They were all three careful that it didn't get too wild and that the child was doing well. M.T. enjoyed copulating with the avatar throughout the pregnancy, lying between her parents who caressed and stroked her as her arousal slowly faded.
Candor hugged and kissed them both before extinguishing the light and went to sleep. "See you tomorrow, maybe!" he said each night. He wished every night to wake up in the morning, of course. But he wasn't opposed to not waking up one morning either. He thought nothing of being sick and infirm.
The thought of waking up tomorrow as he did today and yesterday calmed him immensely.