The Accomplices

Monika was one of the prettiest girls in our class of 16‐year‐olds. Slender build, regal features, expressive eyes, and beautiful virginal breasts that she showed and let admire very freely under sheer blouses. She had only transferred from a convent boarding school that school year, her parents successful, wealthy real estate agents and award‐winning architects with branch offices nationwide. Everyone wanted to be friends with the aloof girl; the gaggle of adoring girls let her get close; the boys didn't stand a chance. I knew it instinctively and did not participate in this unworthy race. How big therefore my surprise, when she was quite soon behind me! First pure small talk, in the school breaks serious discussions and later home escort. I remained reserved, because it was not clear to me why just me. However, I was the only one who had his Isabella at home and did not perform the pubertal peacock dance under hormonal pressure.

Monika gladly let me accompany her home and asked me into the house. Her parents were in town working until late in the evening. Monika had a big, beautiful room in this large, tastefully decorated house. Well, one thing led to another and soon we were sitting naked on her bed. We kissed and cuddled endlessly, Monika really wanted to get to my cock. No, she didn't want to fuck. I stroked her beautiful body, the gently rounded virgin breasts and her pubic, but she initially refused. She, however, tasted my cock with her lips and tongue and gave me a handjob. "No, do not squirt in the mouth, that would be disgusting." After that, I gently laid her on her back and blindly searched her clit with my fingers. With one hand she watched that I did not touch her vagina. No, she didn't want a finger in her vagina. When she was very aroused, she pushed my hand aside and masturbated wildly. She did not rub the clit, as Isa did, but drove her outstretched index finger up and down her pubic fold, at breakneck speed, as if she wanted to saw herself in half, to the point of violent orgasm.

We continued cuddling and kissing, and Monika wanted to know if I had any fantasies that I wanted to realize. She didn't wait for my answer at all, but described hers. She would hold a girl with her back to her in her lap and masturbate from behind with her fingers. A man, meaning me, would fuck the girl at the same time. Well, what do you think? she asked, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. I said um, um and nodded in agreement. What else, it was just a fantasy after all. I wanted to stay in reality and fuck Monika. No, not now, she fought back and we masturbated sitting opposite each other.

Naturally, I told Isa everything in the evening, because she was my first love, I didn't want to hide anything from her. Of course, all the details, Monika's body and our doings, had to be reported faithfully and with all the details, which made her horny as always. "Isa," I said, as we rested after a wild fuck, "didn't we forget something important?" She looked at me broodingly until I blurted out laughing: "Dinner!" During dinner, Isa said it would be good if I made out with girls my age, she would just be my mother forever and ever. It's time for you to move into reality, to fuck girls of your age group. I nodded, but it made me miserable.

From now on I spent my free afternoons with Monika. She allowed me to masturbate her in my way, Isa's way. From her physical reaction I recognized that she liked it very much, also that I masturbated her several times in a row. For her part, she remained to excite my cock with her lips and tongue before the handjob, sometimes taking the whole guy in her mouth and sucking and sucking, but squirting in her mouth was out of the question. Likewise, all attempts to fuck her failed.

In the breaks she told, at first only haltingly from the boarding school, when I addressed her on it. During the day everything was holy, at night the little devils crawled from bed to bed. All 40 girls in the big dormitory masturbated, and those who didn't know how learned it there from the others. Mostly the girls masturbated alone, some in pairs. When she masturbated alone, it was in her sawing way. Monika loved to masturbate other girls, but they didn't want the sawing, only the clit rubbing. Very few were skilled enough to satisfy her, with clit rubbing, which was widespread. From that times she knew my way of masturbating her only on the clit. Finally, we sat across from each other and watched each other masturbate.

At the end of one afternoon, she acted very secretive. She gave me two keys, the copper one for the garden gate, the silver one for the house. She glanced at her high‐fashion wristwatch, as if there was an appointment entry there, and told me to come straight to her tomorrow at two sharp. All very mysterious, she did not reveal more than that there was a surprise.

Tense as the cock of a dueling pistol, I unlocked the garden gate and the front door the other day at two o'clock sharp and went upstairs to Monika's room. Already on the stairs I could hear whispering and quiet giggling. After a short knock I entered, Monika was sitting naked on the couch with another naked girl, both facing me. Monika said this is Lisa, Elisabeth and introduced me. Come join us, Monika said, gesturing for me to undress. The knight slipped out of his armor in a flash and walked to the girls with his lance erect. Lisa sat backwards on Monika's lap, I across from her on the carpet, looking at two vaginas stacked on top of each other. Monika and Lisa chattered away, then I noticed the open bottle of liquor and two glasses, which explained a lot. While I was looking very closely at Lisa's nakedness, Monika said Lisa would soon be 14 and had just experienced her first orgasm today. Lisa nodded eagerly and babbled that so far she had only rubbed and stroked herself a little, that's as far as she dared to go. But Monika had done it to her today, in a completely new way, and she had had her first orgasm. Lisa was a little smaller than Monika, also slim and her small, pointed breasts were just budding. She had very sparse pubic hair, her small labia and clit were not visible, only her large, heavily reddened slit.

I fetched another glass and poured for us, we drank and Monika asked Lisa further with whom she had already played nude games, whether she had watched someone masturbating or fucking, and so on. She asked very skillfully and Lisa confessed even the most delicate details with red ears, an endless succession of doctor games with many younger girls, jerking brothers and neighborhood kids with whom she spied fucking adults. The confession must have lasted twenty minutes. Monika listened carefully and memorized everything. Then she sat down on the couch, Lisa had to sit backwards on her lap again and Monika reached forward from behind, stroking her breasts and belly, her thighs and pubic area very gently. Later she began very gently to masturbate Lisa. After a while the question‐answer game died down, Lisa closed her eyes as her arousal rose. I got very excited watching Monika masturbate Lisa my way. Lisa had her eyes closed and was listening inward, to her own pleasure. After a few minutes, Monika gave me signs with her eyes, I could now fuck Lisa.

I approached with highly excited erection. Monika rubbed Lisa with one finger, lifted her own pelvis to offer Lisa to me on a platter and spread her labia with the other fingers, made Lisa's vaginal entrance very wide. I brought my glans into Lisa's vaginal vestibule with my hand and supported myself with both hands on her shoulders. Lisa moaned and gasped after a few minutes, "Yes, yes, now, I'm about to come!" and I penetrated. I felt the tiny resistance as her hymen tore and immediately squirted, but kept thrusting and thrusting. When Lisa's orgasm hit and she jerked and wriggled violently, I slipped out of her vagina.

Quickly plugged back in, then I continued like a steam engine. I felt very precisely Monika's fingertips curiously palpating my cock and Lisa's labia as I fucked her. At the same time she masturbated Lisa's clit. I hugged Lisa tightly and pressed her against my chest, because now came the final spurt. I felt it rising hotly in my loins and spurted wildly thrusting deep into Lisa's vagina. She gave a little cry against my chest and orgasmed wildly. I disengaged as my cock went limp and straightened up.

We got dressed, Lisa hadn't bled at all or visibly. She danced happily in a circle and kissed us both awkwardly on the mouth. Three times orgasm and my first time fucking, a won‐der‐ful first time! she exclaimed. We made some more small talk, then Monika took Lisa to the door. When Monika came back, she unexpectedly gave me one of her beautiful, fast wriggling tongue kisses. Was it nice for you? she asked and answered herself, yes, just as I dreamed! Thank you! I asked after a while if she had known that Lisa was still a virgin? Of course, she said, she had wished for her first time. I didn't know how Monika had lured the girl, but she had made it happen perfectly. Then she described how she had felt my squirting with her fingertips. I said probably the hundredth time I would like to fuck her now and slowly undressed her under a thousand kisses, even though she had said no. She liked to be aroused with kisses and caresses, but when I wanted to mount her carefully, she said no again, she just wants to be masturbated. I hid my disappointment and gave her a nice long orgasm. And no, I would not need a handjob, tomorrow again. Monika said that Lisa's good experience would help us with further recruitment. We whispered for a long time until I had to go home.

Isa was waiting for me with the ready dinner and let me tell. We had long finished eating, but I had to start telling all over again, so excited was Isa, and we jumped into bed without having washed the dishes. You are all sly scoundrels, she grinned, and I had to tell her again how it felt to me when Lisa's hymen broke. I embellished it in such a way that Isa hung open‐mouthed on my lips. A wild night followed.

Almost two weeks later, Monika pressed the keys again into my hand and said, at two o'clock. So Linchen, Pauline, came to her first time after the same pattern as Lisa before. When she had gone, I asked Monika to fuck with me, but she refused as usual. Later, when we were recovering from the sports part, she offered me a cigarette. I tried smoking and said this is my first time. We grinned conspiratorially and I asked if she brought virgins here on purpose. Of course, she said, they're the only ones you can lure with the prospect of your first time. And you get a kick out of me banging the girls? Yes, she replied, it gives me something similar to an orgasm, but without clit rubbing and very, very relaxing, bringing peace, somehow. Indescribable feeling, in the whole body. "The terrific Peacemaker orgasm," I quipped grimly. It was to despair that Monika still did not want to fuck me.

I realized how unfair it was of me to compare her body to that of Isabella, who was twice my age. My hands explored Monika's young body every day anew, she revealed her secret quite soon. She had a small, crescent‐shaped birthmark in her butt crease that could only be seen when her butt cheeks were pulled apart. Otherwise, she was flawless, about my height and willowy. She didn't have an ounce of fat too much, her butt gently rounded, arms and legs long and slender. Her breasts were beautiful, reminiscent of the virginal sculptures of Italian Renaissance sculptors. She had beautiful, slender and long‐limbed fingers, but they gripped hard during handjob. The dark underarm and pubic hair were a nice contrast to her fair, velvety skin. Her straight dark hair framed her face and reached almost to her hips. Her face with its candle‐straight nose was reminiscent of Greek goddesses, her lips soft and full during our lovemaking sessions, hard pressed together at school. But most striking were her eyes, bright and intelligent. They were light blue or light gray and contrasted with the dark hair. She was already letting on that she would one day be an imposing, elegant presence and an impressive lady.

Her pubis with the beautifully curved mons veneris was also of impressive beauty. The dark pubic hair, not too bushy, formed a perfect triangle over the pubic fold. The outer labia were only sparsely hairy and nicely rounded, with the slightly darker labia minora between them, which I could only see when I pulled the labia majora apart. While Isabella's labia minora with their jagged edges looked like they had been shredded, Monika's with their smooth edges were as if cut out with a scalpel. At the top was the clit, which was smaller than Isabella's.

This magnificence was made to be licked. At my first approach she feigned chaste shame for a moment, but she immediately let me have it. She came to orgasm in no time, which I could prolong for a long time with careful tongue play, thanks to Isabella's training. Monika told me afterwards that licking had spread like an epidemic in the dormitory of the boarding school. She confessed that she always enjoyed it very much and had the most passionate orgasms. She had soon found out which girl was good at licking her. When menstruation started, she only let herself be licked on days when she was allowed to shower before. She also loved to lick herself and especially enjoyed watching the girl suffer orgasm after orgasm.

I never found out when Monika had time for recruiting. This time it took only a week until I received the keys again. Punctually, I crept up the stairs and quietly entered Monika's room. She was sitting on the carpeted floor watching a girl masturbate. Quietly I dropped the covers and sat down next to her. I knew the girl, she was one or two years below us, around 14, and everyone called her Red Zora. She came from Russia as a baby, had a fiery red frizzy head and was chubby. Despite her youth, she had big firm breasts, a few blonde pubes and a really big cunt. She spread her thick labia with one hand and masturbated her clit in the same way Isa did. She orgasmed gurgling and opened her eyes, then sat up and said we have been waiting for you. She couldn't take her eyes off my erection, just as I couldn't take my eyes off her bulging labia. You know each other? Monika asked and I said, the Zora. No, she laughed, my name is Anna. Turning to Monika, she added, they all call me The Red Zora, like the one in the novel. So she will be my first Russian, I thought, although years later I learned that her light‐blond mother came from Finland and the red‐haired father from Germany.

The girls already had a liqueur head start, but I poured again and Monika involved Anna in the question and answer game. But Anna had nothing worth mentioning to confess, and Monika, whom I refilled twice, fought valiantly against the tripping of her tongue. I think that at that moment I decided to fuck Monika today. Anna nervously played with her labia, I rubbed my cock a few times and said to Monika, shall we? Okay, she said and sat down on the couch. It will be best if you bring yourself to orgasm before he fucks you, she reminded Anna, who sat backwards on her lap. I knelt in front of them both and watched Anna masturbate. Monika stroked her, but most of all she teased the Russian's beautiful, large breasts and nipples. She felt the alcohol and began to doze off.

Anna sat very high and brought herself to arousal, under her I saw the tantalizing cunt of Monika. I aimed carefully and quickly penetrated Monika's vagina. In a split second I felt my glans brutally tear Monika's hymen before I squirted my sperm very deep into her tight vagina. I thrust squirting, again and again — and Monika screamed! I stopped and slid out, straightened up and penetrated the vagina of the violently masturbating Russian. I had to thrust hard two‐three times until her unruly hymen finally tore, which she acknowledged with a tiny scream. Then I plowed like a steam engine in her narrow vagina, she became more and more excited and orgasmed unspectacularly. She masturbated again and I thrust as hard as I could. Anna orgasmed obviously very lightly and had two orgasms until I squirted hard. I went limp and we detached from each other.

Monika and Anna sat next to each other on the couch and dabbed the drops of blood with paper tissues. I sat down at the make‐up mirror and drank liqueur, for I suspected that tremendous trouble was waiting for me. The girls got dressed and sat down at the small round table. I took my glass and bottle and sat down with them. We talked mainly about how Anna had experienced it. She was grateful because she had wanted it so much and because Monika and I had done it so well. Now she felt free and could fuck whenever she wanted. Monika took her down to the door and came back. I had sat down on the carpet, which was our favorite place. She dropped her dress and sat down next to me. She hugged me and pressed her cheek against mine. I felt her tears on my face.

I hugged her as lovingly as I could and stroked her hair. Her tears ran down my chest. I caressed her and slowly she stopped crying. "Why," she whispered, "why did you do that?" I said without thinking, it was an accident. But then I corrected, "no, I wanted it, I wanted it during the past weeks, you knew that. I was pushing you, had no idea that you were still a virgin. You seemed so experienced that it never occurred to me that you could still be a virgin. If you had said it at some point, this wouldn't have happened today. I am very sorry, because I would have certainly made your first time more beautiful and respectful. You are my queen, I would have much, much rather fucked you than Anna."

We were silent for a long, long time. Her next sentence proved that I was right. "You really would have much rather fucked me than Anna? Even though she was so young and inexperienced, surely pretty too, and already so good at masturbating?" I picked up the thread. "No, Monika, you are my Queen, and Anna a pretty, nice Peasant girl in comparison. How could you not see that so clearly? Anna was pretty and horny, she had a fine, tight vagina and could bring herself to orgasm quickly. I deflowered and fucked her because you should have your peacemaker orgasm. But it's you I've always wanted to fuck, that's very different for me than fucking Anna."

Monika snuggled close to me and kissed me on the cheek. "That's very nice what you said there, about me...." she left the sentence hanging in the air. I said, "look, we are in the defloration‐business, the Kings of the tenth grade. You are the Queen and I am your fucking devoted servant and have nothing else on my mind but to fuck you!" I embraced her again and kissed her on the mouth, French kiss after French kiss followed, we cuddled and rolled passionately on the carpet. She caressed my erection and I playfully buried my fingers in her pubic.

I saw the horniness in her eyes and comfortably laid her down to fuck. I slowly and carefully penetrated her vagina, she was tight at first, but gave in to my thick cock. We fucked slowly at first, with increasing excitement faster and faster. All the time we looked happily into each other's eyes. I found my rhythm, she found hers. She moaned and gasped heavily, after a long time her embrace tightened and she orgasmed with a happily contorted face. I kept thrusting and thrusting, prolonging her orgasm as best I could until I had to squirt. She thrust her pelvis willingly against my intermittent squirting. I slid off her and we lay side by side, gasping for breath.

That was beautiful, she said, and I added that there were not many girls who could orgasm vaginally. I had read everything on the subject and we discussed this and close topics for a long time. When we had dressed, we kissed for a long time and then she said teasingly, "You are dismissed for today, my dearest servant!" I grinned and rather awkwardly made a fawning servant with circling right foot and bowed, "Her most devoted servant, your majesty!" and we laughed quite heartily.

Our defloration‐business went like clockwork for a few months, we had deflowered a total of 11 girls. Most of them were from surrounding schools, only Anna, the Russian one, was from our school. Only one was disappointed because the two of us couldn't make her orgasm at all, she herself didn't know how to masturbate yet. Monika actually had to hold her because she obviously wanted to back out. I held both girls tightly and as I prepared to penetrate, she cried and tightened her vagina. She was the only one I had to take by force. She let out a scream when I deflowered her and immediately calmed down, stopped crying and let me fuck her patiently but completely passively. I had to fuck her for a very long time until I cum in relief at the end. Seconds after I squirted she pushed me back, that was it for her. During the obligatory debriefing, she dutifully drank her liqueur and thanked me for her first time. She left without having smiled once.

Monika and I screwed on our afternoons off and were very happy together. Isabella had understanding, if I had spent myself too much. On many a defloration day I fucked three women until exhaustion. Although Isa promised to spare me and to prepare me a good, invigorating dinner, she became very horny at my detailed description and nibbled me after dinner. Usually she was content with me masturbating her or licking her.

That Monika would not become my great love, I knew after the first very amorous weeks. I told nothing about Isa, she also did not ask specifically. Monika was rich and basically very superficial. Our wonderful conversations were mainly with myself. When I recited topics from my rich library, mainly about mechanisms of love and sexuality, she listened attentively but contributed nothing because she had read nothing about love and sexuality. The disappointment of this did not get under my skin, because my classmates respected me more than ever, and I felt a deep physical love for Monika.

It was the first and only time that she rang our bell one morning. She wanted to go to school with me, she said, when I formally introduced her to Isabella. I grabbed my bag and we walked side by side towards the school. She had something important to tell me before it became official at school, she said. A cold hand clenched my guts. Her parents were moving and she would be transferring there for school. A thousand kilometers, I said, and she confirmed, 873km by train. We walked on in silence. What to say to that? But we can write to each other, every day, every week, every month, she said pressed. I promised we would write each other baskets full of letters, word of honor!

We had two weeks left. We spent every free minute in bed and fucked all the time. Even on her dangerous, ready‐to‐conceive days when we usually just masturbated. Fuck it, she said, I feel like you have to go to war tomorrow! Only the Gods favorable to us prevented her from getting pregnant, the others got horny on our love play.

I accompanied her in the cab as she drove to the train station with her large luggage. Her parents had already gone ahead on the overnight train; I hadn't seen them once in that six months. Our parting was Hollywood‐like, but accompanied by deep feelings and real tears. Our correspondence began stormily and soon thinned out. We exchanged Christmas cards and birthday cards for a few more years until we lost sight of each other entirely.

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