Bathing pleasures

Isabella had traveled to Spain to meet her husband – my father – and to visit her relatives. It was very difficult to convince her to leave me alone, but she had provided for everything and also left far too much money so that I would not starve during those eight weeks. I promised to go to the swimming pool every day, to eat three times a day as before, and not to do anything stupid. She would call the Eder family every Friday evening so that she could ask them anything. We knew the Eders quite well and above all, they had their own telephone. I promised everything, yes, including no parties or visitors to our apartment. I was anxious and excited to see what adventures awaited me.

On the very first day, I slept until noon and went to the pool. Many, many beautiful women's bodies, some followed the latest fashion trends and were bare‐breasted, topless. What a pleasure! A horde of small dicks raged roaring in a circle, they had surrounded a young girl and became more and more insolent the more she cried in her defenselessness. The biggest of them grabbed her and brutally tore off her top and she tried to cover her breasts with her arms. The tiny ones raged, "take off! take off!". It was enough to awaken my protective instincts. My loud voice silenced them immediately, the big one got two resounding thunderclaps in the face and before the third one they all ran. I shouted after them, they must never bother this girl again!

I picked up the top and said my name. She wiped the tears with the back of her hand and looked at the piece. She was Babsi, she said, and the thing was completely torn. Babsi, she repeated, from Barbara. She innocently yet confidently let my scrutiny wash over her, straightening her shoulders to better show off her cute little breasts. We talked eagerly, my eyes wandering back and forth between her breasts and eyes, she really seemed to enjoy that. We talked for a long time, she went to the same school as me, she was 15, no, she corrected, already 16 and lived there–and–there. And no, she could not stay, because she was not allowed to be topless, her mother forbade it. She went, after we arranged for tomorrow fix in the bath, I still mentioned that I had my own family cabin and she could turn the bath money tomorrow in ice cream. She left, smiling happily.

Half the night I saw her when I closed my eyes. She was much smaller than me and chubby, she was not very pretty, her long blond hair seemed impossible to tame, and only her gray eyes revealed that she was very smart and clever. But those breasts! Surely she was too young for me at 16, but I saw her breasts in the darkness of my room and let it squirt pleasantly. The other day I was already waiting for her with the key and we went to the cabin, at the very end of the hallway, with our hearts pounding.

We undressed, me nervously, her completely at ease. She turned to me and childishly–innocently flaunted her nakedness, long minutes of looking at me curiously and letting me look at her. We embraced, pressed our naked bodies against each other and kissed long, she was very good at that. After the last beautiful French kiss, I tried it immediately and directly, but she kindly repelled me and said she would wait with it until the wedding. She groped for my cock and whispered that she could do it very well, she had already masturbated many cocks. I nodded, let my hands rest on her breasts and she gave me a wonderful handjob, letting my semen splash on her breasts and rubbing it out with a grin. We went swimming and ogled beautiful bodies together and graded naked breasts with school grades, but she kept glancing at my swim trunks and grading the stiffness of my journeyman. She was a horny little slut and we had to go to the cabin four more times to work on my stiff journeyman. We arranged to meet tomorrow.

Babsi became a good friend, and she always liked to give me a handjob when she saw my throbbing hard‐on. I looked at her nakedness with pleasure and curiosity, she had almost no pubic hair yet and under her flat mound of Venus I saw her amazingly thick pubic fold that hid both the labia and the clit, as it often is with very young girls. I stroked her pubic mound and quietly asked if she was already pleasuring herself. She beamed at me with her innocent look and whispered, "yes, of course!" I whispered that she should do it, I would love to watch. With childlike eagerness, she nodded and sat down across from me. As she spread her legs, I looked at her small labia and saw the clit, which seemed very small to me. Then she routinely masturbated on it and I realized that the clit, while not larger, was getting very stiff and hard under her finger and twitching like a small, stiff spike as she pressed her finger on a spot above the clit while orgasming. Her orgasm came quickly, quietly and very gently, with only the hard clit and her vagina pumping very hard. She lay there for quite a long time, spread wide as she was, letting her heart slowly pound more quietly.

I bent over, looked carefully into her vagina, but as closely as I looked, there was no hymen! A completely normal open vagina, no doubt! I asked very carefully how it would be with the "waiting until the wedding", and she whispered back, that was meant quite seriously, her mother had demanded a vow from her and.... I interrupted her and said, you are not a virgin, you no longer have a hymen! She sat up protesting and thought I was joking. Then she realized I meant it and swore she had never fucked! Her buddies were only there to cuddle and it only went so far as to give them a handjob. If one wanted to fuck properly, she went and left him standing. She had never and never fucked, she swore by all the Saints. She was still a virgin, she had to be a virgin!, she said with all certainty. Still, I noticed her insecurity.

Checkmate in two moves, I thought, and began to seduce her with clear logic. Babsi, I said, if you are a virgin and I put my finger in your vagina – Babsi shook her head in disgust – all right, I put my cock very, very carefully in your vagina, then it wouldn't work, your hymen would have to prevent it, you would feel a pain immediately, wouldn't you? Then you would know exactly whether you are still a virgin... Her disgust turned into thoughtful pondering, curiosity and a very small bit of horniness. I slid forward and my glans touched her labia. Do you feel it? I asked and she nodded, it doesn't hurt! The glans slowly penetrated a little bit into her vagina. Do you feel it? I asked and she nodded, it doesn't hurt, it feels strange – Babsi eagerly added – but it feels good! Very slowly, the whole cock including the glans now entered her vagina, and I looked at her victoriously. No, it doesn't hurt, Babsi said deeply shaken, because she had been looking down at herself the whole time and could see that the whole cock was in her vagina. — Checkmate in the next move.

I gave her a long time. My cock was deep inside her, throbbing quietly. Her hand felt its way down there, then she tried to pull the cock out. She couldn't, I made some tiny movements and a beautiful smile appeared on her face when she felt it, she sighed deeply and closed her eyes. But the pledge, she whispered, to which I replied little nobly, "fuck it!" I barely moved my cock, but I saw her joyful, expectant smile. Four, she whispered, on the fourth day it's not risky. She closed her eyes and softened completely, opened willingly and murmured, red with shame in her face, "do you do it? do you like fucking with me?". She looked at me shame‐filled, but with childish–innocent face: "i want to try it once!"

This was our first fuck, she enjoyed it very much and came, again and again. After I squirted, she whispered quite excitedly that she felt the squirting strongly and she orgasmed three times! She was one of the few women I heard of who could orgasm vaginally while fucking. Thanks to my good training we fucked all afternoon, but I had to stop exhausted after the fourth time. In the next few days we spent hours in the cabin fucking, masturbating together or each other. We whispered for hours, we soon knew everything about each other.

She liked to masturbate as much and as often as I did and enjoyed my finger play very much, she also loved me squirting and rub my semen on her chest or belly during the handjob; when we masturbated together, I had to squirt on her beautiful virgin breasts, of which she was very proud. And when we went into the water afterwards, she would laugh and murmur, I wonder how many girls get pregnant in the water today? I quickly learned to masturbate her to several, very gentle orgasms, as she liked them so much, while she whispered how many times she had done it yesterday before going to sleep.

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She liked it when she breathed all her secrets, all her erotic adventures into my ear while being stroked or masturbated, whispering very softly. Initially she told of her many handjobs, of every single boy she had masturbated. I was only mildly interested, although she described in great detail how the first time she did it, she first just watched the lad do it himself and then masturbated him quite eagerly and busily. She curiously learned the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised dicks, different sizes and shapes of glands, different squirting, and learned that some wanted it only once, others several times. And that the little bag and the testicles did not interest any of them.

When she was six years old, a cousin was visiting and sleeping on a mattress in her room. Night after night, she witnessed the 12‐year‐old push back the pesky blanket and masturbate, over and over, to the point of exhaustion. One evening, she slipped out of her crib, crept up close to the cousin, and viewed the masturbation up close. The cousin noticed her and asked if she was doing it too, but the little girl shook her head and whispered that it just wasn't working for her. Fiddle‐dee‐dee, the cousin said and pulled her to her. Gently and experienced she masturbated the little Babsi, who experienced beautiful orgasms for the first time that night.

From then on, she masturbated every evening, for quite a long time and so often until she fell asleep from exhaustion. Her mother sometimes caught her coming up to the children's room again to check on her. At first Babsi was frightened, but in time she just kept going and would not be disturbed. Later, she noticed that the mother watched for a very long time and then went down quietly. Babsi laughed meanly when she told that after that the heavy humping of her parents could be heard, much more often than before. She would sometimes tiptoe down to the bottom of the stairs and watch her parents fuck, they usually did it with the door open in the brightly lit bedroom. Sometimes her father didn't want to, so her mother would give him a hand job if he liked, and wait until he was deeply asleep. Then she turned out the light except for the bedside lamp and then masturbated for a very long time, one after another, shaken violently by the orgasms. She needed at most a minute and made only very short breaks. Only the last orgasm was so violent that she stopped and turned off the light. Babsi told it all very frankly, describing the body and the cunt in great detail. That their little daughter could observe the sexuality of her parents did not occur to them. Babsi smiled with a contemptuous tug around her lips when she told me these things and said that she had learned from her mother how to give a hand job. I added that she had inherited her good orgasm ability from her mother, thank God. Babsi complained that she didn't understand her mother at all – she was so bigotedly sanctimonious during the day and always talked about sins, and once, when her father wasn't listening, she said that "rubbing at night" was a huge sin; on the other hand, she masturbated herself, in all secrecy, even though it was a sin. I affirmed that it was mean to do it secretly behind father's back.

My question about whether she did it with other girls was followed by a long pause. Then she bucked up and demanded my big word of honor not to tell anyone. Yes, there was her best friend, Evi, you know her. The tall slender one with the long black hair, everyone just calls her "the mysterious one". They had been best friends for a year, she said, and Evi often visited her to study and spend the night. She comes from a poor family where her father, mother and uncle often get into each other's hair when they're drunk. So when Evi slept over, they looked at each other's nakedness and masturbated together or each other as often as they wanted. And Evi loved masturbating as much as she does.

Yes, the Evi already knew fucking, Babsi thought strained whether she could tell this secret. Her uncle had already raped her at 13 and does it again and again, although Evi did not like it. And her parents let that happen?! I asked and Babsi shrugged her shoulders, they are already drunk in the afternoon and did not get anything, but if Evi noticed that the uncle did not drink so much, she knew that he would soon sneak up and fuck her.

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We, Babsi and I, had a great time with lots of fucking, masturbating and storytelling. And yes, sometimes we also went swimming. One morning Babsi did not show up. I waited anxiously in the hot sun, worrying. Then a young girl approached me slowly and uncertainly. I beat her to it and asked, "Evi??? Friend of Babsi?" She nodded with relief and said Babsi wasn't coming today, she was....unwell. She has the period, I clarified the situation and thanked her for taking the trip, this is a nice friendship service. We chatted briefly about school, then I asked if she wanted to come swimming, I already got the tickets, Babsi's card she could have, and I have a cabin too. She thought about it and her bright eyes looked at me inquiringly, then she nodded and we went into the cabin.

While we were undressing, I noticed that her underpants were patched on the side, she hid it in her pocket in a flash. Before she got into her old, worn swimsuit, I touched her on the hip and turned her to face me. She was a little surprised by my gentle embrace, but she embraced me too. I felt the wonderful touch of our naked, summer hot bodies and I whispered in her ear that I was not a bad guy and she whispered back, no, I know, Babsi told me everything. She's certainly not jealous, I murmured, we're not lovers, we just have fun and sex together. I felt her nodding her head and whispering, Babsi had said almost verbatim the same thing this morning when she had prepared her for anything that might happen. Babsi was not jealous, she said, and asked emphatically to let me be, I was not a bad guy. Good, dear Babsi! I smiled silently and we hugged each other for a long time.

We looked at each other, then she closed her eyes as I kissed her on the mouth. It lasted a moment, then we kissed, and I found she was very unexperienced in French kissing. You're the first person I've kissed this way with, she said with eyes downcast in shame. Without answering I kissed her again, gently and tenderly I guided her tongue with mine and we kissed for a very long time. My hard‐on raged and throbbed against her pubic mound. She deliberately lowered one hand and groped for him, embracing him delicately and stroking him gently as we continued to kiss devotedly. After the cuddling, she whispered in my ear that Babsi had already told her that I needed it four or five times, and that it was okay for her. Then she looked into mine with her clear, bright eyes and said that if I needed it right now, okay, but she couldn't do it very well yet. She had only done it once with a classmate, but she probably wasn't very good. She had gripped his cock properly with her fingers, pulled back the foreskin as far as she could, and made sure that his glans kept peeking out of the foreskin as she vigorously masturbated him. But after only about two minutes, she said, he spurted intermittently onto the floor and ran off neck‐deep.

I reassured her and said I was already very horny and need it right now, right now please, and do not worry, I will guide you. I'm sure you won't do anything wrong. I sat down wide‐legged on the bench, she knelt down in front of me with her face flushed red and worked my cock, actually quite well. When I started to squirt and my semen spurted in bumps on her chest and belly, she stopped and I gasped she had to keep going until it was all out. Obediently she continued to masturbate me until I was done and kissed Evi firmly and gratefully. Then we went for a swim. I soon noticed that she kept looking at the kiosk. I said I was hungry and quickly ran back into the booth to get some money. Then I bought fries and sausage for myself, then asked what she wanted. She pushed around until I clearly decided that I was inviting her in, she should choose what she wanted. Fries, a hot sausage and ketchup. We ate with ravenous appetites and bought fries again, and she let me talk her into a sausage if we shared.

She was full, but I bought two more large ice creams, which we devoured with relish. While eating the ice cream, she pushed around a bit and asked if she could tell me something sad. We were the only ones at the tables at this early hour, I nodded encouragingly and lowered my gaze to my ice cream. Stumbling and often searching for the right words, she said it was about fucking, and she told me the story with the uncle. She said that the uncle had once caught her masturbating in the middle of it and then blackmailed her underhandedly to tell her parents what a filthy dirty girl she was, if she didn't let him have it. She was about 13, curious and still terribly horny from masturbating. She lay there naked and defenseless and he feasted on her excited nakedness until he dropped his pants and masturbated briefly until he was completely stiff. Frightened and ashamed, she let him fuck her, and it hurt a little when her hymen tore.

But after that it was okay and didn't hurt, on the contrary, she liked fucking a lot. It was the only time he squirted inside her. Later, when the uncle was about to squirt, she pushed him down and he had to jerk off and squirt himself. Several times a week the uncle would sneak up to her, her parents already snoring drunk in the living room, and she had to fuck him. But Evi somehow liked the fucking, even if she could never orgasm while being fucked. He growled when Evi dodged him and hinted that he should jerk off himself. So he sat there grinning stupidly, jerking off and squirting because she wouldn't let him fuck her during her period. But somehow she knew with certainty that he really shouldn't have fucked her, she was still much too young for that. When she had finished with suppressed tears, I stood up and hugged her as lovingly as I could.

I held her very sweetly until she stopped crying. We finished eating the ice cream, I took her hand, and we walked in silence to the booth where I stashed my money. Then we sat on the bench and we talked very quietly about the story, sometimes I hugged her and kissed her gently and brotherly. It took a long time for her to calm down and listen when I said that fucking was something very beautiful and that, despite Uncle's messes, you had to feel this in your heart and keep it beautiful. For a long time I talked about the beautiful fucking, suddenly she smiled and put a hand on my hard‐on, which made the swim trunks bulge mightily.

Wordlessly she stood up and took off my swimsuit, so that the stiff fellow flopped out horny. She was about to start masturbating me friendly and smiling, so I reached out and gently but firmly stripped her naked. Then I put her on the bench and we cuddled and kissed for a long time, my hard‐on throbbing and raging. I gently laid her on her back and knelt down. When I touched her knees with my hands, she opened her legs herself and sighed softly, "I'm so excited!" I was as tender and gentle with her as I could be, stroking her inner thighs over and over and fucking her thoughtfully. She kept her eyes closed and only opened them when I was squirting, her bright eyes looked at me kindly and I could feel that she was letting me squirt completely uninhibited. In the break I left my semi‐stiff in her vagina and when we kissed again for a long time, it became stiff again and I started to fuck again, which amazed her. At the third time finally her arousal rose to a happy gasp and moan, but still before her orgasm I had to squirt and at the same time felt that it was enough for now.

I squatted on my heels and whispered that she should do it to herself, I wanted to watch. The Babsi makes it also for me, I whispered. After a long, bashful hesitation and my encouraging caress, her hand wandered hesitantly to her pubic area, then with her face averted and her eyes closed, she slowly began to masturbate. I squatted directly in front of her and watched curiously. Evi was very slim and only a little shorter than me, her long black hair hanging down to her breasts. Her breasts were not as full and round as Babsi's, so I thought that she was not yet 16. Her pubic mound was still completely hairless and not as juicy full and rounded as Babsi's, but she had very bright large labia that showed her vagina clearly and wide open. And between them a wonderful, beautiful and very large clit, light pink and quite smooth, which grew and grew at the beginning of masturbation until it became about as long as quarter my little finger. And I also saw this for the first time: the clit was shaped like an glans at the end! A real little glans, like little boys have, with a little round notch underneath. The clit glans also became hard and turned from light pink to dark red during masturbation.

Evi sometimes brought her finger to her lips to moisten the clit, she usually rubbed the glans in a circular motion. As she slowly began to orgasm, she lifted her head and looked at me with a very sad guilty look. I nodded encouragingly and affirmatively at her and she rubbed the clit and glans very firmly until she gasped with a pain‐distorted face and her abdomen began to roll and ripple. She pressed her finger above the clit to an indeterminable point on her pubis, and her clit with its wonderful glans stuck out wide, twitching and jerking as if the glans wanted to squirt, and her vaginal entrance pumped tirelessly until she slowly calmed down and lay still.

I absolutely had to touch it and examined the clit and glans in detail — no, this was not a mini–penis. I stroked the glans on the shrunken clit and masturbated it much as she had shown. She raised her head in amazement and looked at me "mysteriously" for a long time, but I proved what a good student I was. It was beautiful to watch her clit grow slowly, steadily, and then it went very fast until she orgasmed, gasping softly. I held her pumping clit gently, the little twitching glans between three fingers, enjoying her orgasm very much. She lay still again afterwards and whispered that I was the first boy who had made her orgasm, and such a beautiful orgasm. We kissed and cuddled, caressed each other and whispered secrets until the terrible bell shrilled and we had to leave.

From the bathhouse, I resolutely went to the sports store across the street and bought a beautiful bikini. On the advice of the saleswoman with side ties, because I did not know the answer to the question of dress size. The next day I gave Evi the small gift and she whooped with joy and hugged me warmly. I could not avoid her questions for long and answered that her old swimsuit was made of coarse fabric, already very threadbare worn and did not show off her great figure. She immediately put it on and posed teasingly in the changing room. I emitted admiring whistles, then we went swimming, and I grinned with satisfaction, because she enjoyed the admiring glances and beamed like a queen.

We had a wonderful couple of days where I was scrupulous about making sure we got our sausages, chips and an ice cream at lunchtime and before we went home. During a long conversation about school things, she casually mentioned that on school days she didn't get anything edible from the kitchen until the evening. But at home she liked to be to herself, she loved to have time to herself, often masturbating in the evening and again in the morning before she got up. I felt sorry for her because she often had to go hungry. Otherwise we proudly strolled around in her new bikini, quietly disappeared into the cabin where we fucked and masturbated for hours. It was nice to do everything with her and she once said how much she enjoyed all this and beamed at me. And one evening, when we said goodbye before going to the cabin, she said that Babsi might come tomorrow. I was surprised and stutteringly tried to hint at a "we three" situation, but Evi shook her head. It was nice, it was fun, and it was just sex.

The other day Babsi was back and she said she had 5 boring days to catch up on, and we did, all week, until she had to take a two week vacation with her parents. Of course she asked me out, I had to tell every little detail about Evi and me, while she listened attentively and masturbated quietly. When I described Evi's unusual clit I became so horny that I mounted her in the middle of her masturbation. She paused and told me that yes, they had tried making Evi's clit really stiff first and then Evi tried to fuck her with her stiff clit, but it never went right. Still, they both liked it and played "fuck" frequently, usually masturbating then both in this fuck position. Babsi stroked my buttocks very gently, because I had to squirt immediately quite impetuously on her story. This week flew by in no time, then followed two weeks in which I often went "swimming" with Evi and the thing with Miss Janet also happened.

When Babsi came back, she said she had to have it very urgently, right now, after 14 days camping in Tyrol "without any possibility to relax". We ran to the cabin, undressed and she masturbated all day, almost non‐stop, until the bell shrilled. Even when I fucked her because I needed it, she kept masturbating, interrupting only to watch me squirt. Piece by piece she told haltingly that she had fucked one on vacation. I had to ask often until I could put it all together.

Daily she walked through the small forest to a large field and picked a bouquet of flowers, which she put on the little table in front of the tent. Already on the second day she noticed a man following her, but she was not afraid, the campsite was within calling distance. He was already old, with gray hair and deep wrinkles in his face, he must have been forty. He asked her if he could take her picture. Yes, why not, she replied, and he took a few shots. Then he looked around and said, we need more light!, and walked ahead a bit to a small sunlit clearing, barely larger than our cabin. He took more pictures, had her pose perkily, lift her dress so high that her cleft was showing, and kept it clicking. She didn't mind at all having her nakedness photographed. He stepped up to her and pulled her dress over her head and took many nude pictures of her. She was not shy and lay with her thighs open while he took nude shots and close‐ups of her pubic and vagina. She noticed his arousal of course and the bulge in his pants.

She looked very curious as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard‐on. Babsi said laughing, he was very small, at most half the size of yours! But on top a very large, dark red swollen glans, much much thicker than the rest of the cock. Her smile he interpreted correctly and very carefully penetrated her vagina, the glans felt really good. But the man did not know how to fuck properly and moved very little, then it already came to him and he gasped and let it all squirt into her vagina. Babsi smiled and said the pumping of his glans as he squirted was very pleasant. Moments later they got dressed, at the forest path he nodded to her and walked away. She went back and took a long shower.

This repeated itself every day, always following the same pattern, about five or six times. And she was so horny to finally orgasm, but she didn't dare masturbate in front of him. But once she grabbed his cock after he had cum and masturbated him gently. He looked very unhappy, but after masturbating for a very long time, the cock was somewhat stiff again, the glans had become really thick, dark red and firm while masturbating. She emmphasized it as very strange to see this red mushroom growing in her hand while masturbating the thin cock on top. She directed his glans into her vagina and moved his hips with her hands until it was almost like real fucking. She felt the in and out of the glans and could finally orgasm. She kept directing him for a long time and had quite a few orgasms until the man groaned and came. She felt his squirting, but she held him mercilessly by the hips despite his ravenous look and kept fucking his squirting, flaccid one until she orgasmed again. His cock was totally limp when she pulled it out, the proud glans shriveled to a strawberry. He didn't say a word, left, and she never saw him again.

So we spent beautiful days in the bath, had lots of fun and sex and I told her about my brief affair with Miss Janet. Babsi adored me childlike and innocent, a real American, perhaps a famous artist, had drawn me! But as much as I enjoyed it with Babsi, at the same time I longed for "the mystique", for Evi. So I asked Babsi directly for Evi's address and how to find her there. Babsi readily gave me information and described exactly the way to her bedroom, then, after a short pondering she asked if Evi with us....? I said yes, I like you both, you are great girls – and why not? The wrinkle on her forehead disappeared and she nodded, yes, why not? But she wouldn't see Evi tonight, but I interrupted her and said I'll go see her tomorrow morning and ask her myself. The sex that afternoon was very exciting for both of us, Babsi talked of nothing else than a threesome and as we left she said sighing, hopefully it will work. — I had carefully set up the chessboard, tomorrow I just had to make a good opening move.

Early in the morning, I stood in front of Evi's house. I opened the front door and heard loud snoring, so I crept silently up and knocked softly on Evi's bedroom door. After a while she opened, wrapped in an ugly old bathrobe and breathing a liberated sigh of relief, oh, it's you! Oh, I said mischievously, did I interrupt something? No, she said reflexively, then smiled and whispered, but, I was just doing my early morning exercise. We grinned conspiratorially at each other, then I got to the point. Do you like to swim today? She looked indecisive, so I made the candy move: "There will be a surprise!" Chess horse to E4, a good opening! She nodded full of awakening curiosity and told me to go back down quietly and wait in the street. So it happened, she quickly complied and we walked towards the bathhouse. Of course, she asked me out on the way, but I held my ground.

As we turned the last corner onto the bathhouse, she stopped as if rooted to the spot. Looked incredulously at Babsi. I gave her an encouraging, friendly look and said, "Surprise!" Immediately she ran deep red, from forehead to chest, because she understood everything immediately. I hugged her and murmured in her ear that Babsi wanted it too, she wanted it very much! Evi held me tightly, then whispered softly, "that she had often wanted it when she lay in bed and fantasized while masturbating. Yes, yes! I want it too!" We went to Babsi, who welcomed us beaming as she looked at our faces and saw my confirming nod. The fat man at the cash register looked up from the paper in surprise when I said three tickets instead of two, grumbled incomprehensibly, and returned the tickets along with the rest of the money. We went into the booth in silence.

I had undressed quite quickly and stood naked with my erect cock in front of the girls, who undressed despite the tightness. We hugged, pressed against each other and I kissed one, then the other. As expected, my cock grew, which I pressed demanding against Evi's pubic. Wonderful, beautiful minutes and French kisses! To my astonishment, Babsi took over, reached to Evi's pubic and took my cock. "First I want, then you!" she said kindly to Evi, "sit on the bench, pull your legs up nice, because he likes to look so much!" Evi nodded in agreement, happy that Babsi was the first to break the barrier, although Babsi probably just wanted to make it clear who was the boss here...

Babsi lay down on the big towel on the floor and got fuckstyle. I knelt between her legs and penetrated carefully. Evi sat on the bench as instructed and I looked directly into her vagina, at her clit, which had already erected a little. Babsi and I fucked long, because I held it back very long and she could orgasm several times. Evi watched us curiously and became more and more excited, her clit slowly rose and her finger tongued on the glans, but she did not masturbate yet. I felt Babsi orgasm and saw while squirting that Evi very gently stroked her clit. Her clit was now completely stiff and she closed her eyes while stroking. My squirting was over and I stayed in Babsi's vagina for a while to maintain my stiffness.

Babsi looked up, saw Evi stroking herself softly with her eyes closed. She pulled out my hard‐on, rose nimbly and tapped Evi, come, come, your turn! Evi rose and lay down aroused, like Babsi before and I quickly penetrated her vagina. Babsi had sat spread‐eagled on the bench so that I, "he likes to look so much", could see everything and masturbated eagerly while she watched me and Evi fuck. Thoughtfully but vigorously I fucked Evi, it took godsend quite a long time and I felt from the movements of her vagina and her shortening breath that it would not take much longer. Babsi orgasmed pumping, I began to squirt and Evi had already almost come. I humped her hard during the squirting and yes, indeed, Evi expelled the air and orgasmed. Evi hugged my head and kissed me, then she turned her head and murmured quite excitedly to Babsi, she got an orgasm while fucking, listen! but Babsi was already far away and masturbated absorbed in herself. Evi and I watched in silence as Babsi masturbated from orgasm to orgasm.

We went swimming and ate fries, sausages and ice cream, the girls whispered that "his" swim trunks already had a bump again, and we quickly warped into the cabin, giggling. God Bacchus was followed by God Pan. We stayed until the end. After this round of fucking, only Babsi – as usual – had her orgasms, Evi came and did not come, although she enjoyed it very much, as she whispered. We whispered back and forth, what that could be because of, until I stated, Evi must be aroused before fucking with the hand, then it could go.

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Babsi, the boss, started immediately, she made Evi lay back and masturbated her very routinely, but she couldn't stop and masturbated Evi until she orgasmed. I pushed forward and penetrated Evi's pulsating orgasm. Babsi was still watching at first, then she masturbated. I felt Evi's pulsing and fucked hard and she gasped after a short while and orgasmed with wide open eyes. I kept fucking incessantly, watching Babsi orgasm and never stopped fucking Evi. She climaxed again and orgasmed completely by surprise. Babsi interrupted and watched us curiously. I could still, my journeyman held on dutifully, while Evi rose and rose again on the wave of arousal and then orgasmed beautifully for the third time with a soft cry. Babsis hand felt its way forward, touched Evis stiff, pumping clit and there I exploded with horniness, squirted in bursts into Evis vagina. I squirted until nothing more came and left the journeyman in Evi's vagina. I felt the masturbating quite clearly, felt that Babsi masturbated Evi's clit, quite long, until Evi got her fourth orgasm, the most violent so far. Babsi kept masturbating her until her twitching stopped. Babsi pulled my tired boyfriend out of Evi's vagina. Evi beamed at us and whispered that it had been wonderful‐beautiful.

We stayed together until the end of the summer, each getting her money's worth. When Babsi had her period, she came anyway, leaving her panties on because of the pad, and I suspected she was a little jealous. On these days we took turns bringing Evi to orgasm, Babsi took the lead and only after she had brought Evi to orgasm did she let me fuck Evi, who got better and better at "fucked orgasms" each time. And vice versa, when Evi got her period, we took turns bringing Babsi to climaxes. Babsi once said, "orgasms full without lifting a finger herself," and we laughed until tears came.

One day I had to say that summer would soon be over. We got out of our last days of swimming everything our lusts gave, discussed how we were going to keep it in school time. Then the last time, the last French kisses, the last cuddling, then a little making out. Adieu!

I had no idea that we would stuck together like peas and carrots and that these sweet girls were far from disappearing from my life.

I stood at the train station excited with anticipation, waiting for Isabella's return.

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