My Barmaid

Jack's parents decided to make their long‐held wish for a trip to Australia come true after his mother won handsomely in a lottery. They would finally catch up on their honeymoon, after 13 barren years. Their 14‐year old Jack could not go, he had been away at boarding school during junior high at his father's request and had only recently returned. He would be able to complete senior high school at the local high school because he had an excellent high school diploma and his delighted father wanted to look after his career locally, so he would be living at home. The parents wanted to be alone for a few weeks carefree and perhaps newly in love, and Jack didn't mind spending that time in the care of Dad's cousin Jo. Jack had only seen her briefly two–times and he liked her at least visually, he was very curious to spend some time with her. Jo, actually Johanna, had been calling herself Jo, pronounced Dscho, since an early age.

Also, his mother Anni had explained to him in a long one‐on‐one conversation how important a rapprochement with his father was to her, since they were threatening to drift very far apart sexually in the daily monotony. Jack understood everything and promised to behave well, to do his homework every day, just to enjoy their vacation carefree and not to worry about him. So it happened that one day the parents drove away in a cab, Jack and Jo waved and went to her home.

Jo lived directly above the bar where she worked, in a small apartment with one and a half rooms, shower and toilet. The small half‐room was cluttered with all sorts of things and rugs, but she would put it all away if Jack insisted on having a room to himself. The mother had already mentioned once, it was probably in the family, because Jo was just as messy as the father, but there was nothing you could do, the aunt Jo was mentally — well, not exactly the brightest, mother said. He shrugged, and Jo said the bed was actually big enough for the two of them. Jack looked at her and saw her nostrils quiver, as if she wished and expected it. So he said "yes, that's no problem." Jo breathed a sigh of relief and showed him everything, the toilet, the shower and the small kitchenette with refrigerator. She said he could take what he wanted and note it on the little slip of paper so she could replenish it the next time she went shopping. Jo didn't talk much, but she said he had to set the alarm in the morning because she had to sleep in the morning, he had to walk to school alone, it was only two streets away and Jack nodded, he knew the way. Depending on when he got home from school, they would eat together or if she was already at work, then he would find his food prepared. She wouldn't be home until two in the morning on four nights, he should just decide for himself when he went to bed and she wanted to be so quiet so he wouldn't wake up. Jack said he understood everything and it was okay with him. He was relieved that at least on those evenings he would have undisturbed time for his secret vice. At least he thought so at the time, having no idea what was coming.

Jo was still showing him how the coffee machine worked and Jack nodded eagerly, even though he had never had coffee before. Bread rolls were in a basket, and there was butter and sausage in the refrigerator. "Have to fix your own breakfast, I'm still asleep" Jo said, adding that he had to leave his dishes on the sideboard to dry after washing them. Then she gave him the house and apartment keys and told him not to lose them.

She would put on something more comfortable now, because she always wore only comfortable things at home. Jack, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, wanted to turn away politely, but Jo laughed cooing and said that was no problem for them, they were both no longer little children. Nudity was absolutely taboo in his family; he had never seen Father or Anni naked. Jo struggled out of the tight dress, took off her bra and panties as well, and took a very long time to stow everything away in the closet. Of course she wanted to show off her flawless body to the boy. Jo was about his height and almost as slim as he was. Her pretty, smooth face was framed by beautiful black hair, her shoulders were the same width as her hips, her bottom gently curved and plump. Jack fidgeted when she turned around and showed him her beautiful, large breasts. He had only seen this in photos and the reality was much, much more exciting. His heart thumped wildly as he looked at the very small, carefully trimmed black bush above her pubic area.

Under her bush was a beautiful pubic fold. Unlike photos he had seen, she had no labia hanging out of the cleft. The mons veneris was raised and round and Jack couldn't help his sinful thoughts, his Little Jack anyway. She turned her back on him again and he nearly burst as she bent low to the closet floor and the vaginal cleft became visible beneath her butt fold. It was certainly no accident that she stood wide‐legged, spreading her buttocks as wide as she could so that her vaginal opening was well and clearly visible. She let him look, gape and get aroused for several minutes. Jo fiddled pointlessly with some clothes for quite a while longer, then straightened up again and put on a knee‐length see‐through negligee that was theoretically held together by a belt. In practice, she never tied the belt, but presented her nudity unabashedly and proudly.

She sat down at the table and began to leaf through a magazine. Jack also sat down at the table and read in a textbook, but his eyes kept wandering to her, blinking to the translucent negligee that gaped open in front, clearly exposing her body to his gaze. He forced himself to keep reading. Jo looked at him intently and finally asked if he liked what he saw. She admitted that she had deliberately let him look and grinned from ear to ear. She knew that boys his age liked to look at naked women. However, she was very exhibitionistic and liked it when he looked at her naked body. And yes, she always wanted to show off her beauty, her nakedness, there was nothing wrong with that. Jack stammered silently and nodded vigorously in affirmation. She was very beautiful, he stammered awkwardly, even naked.... if naked.... her nakedness was very beautiful, he half‐swallowed.

After some time, Jo went to the kitchen counter and fixed dinner. There was bread and cheese and cold cuts, Jo poured herself a beer. When she looked at him questioningly, he pushed his glass forward and had a beer poured for him, too. Maybe, he hoped, she didn't know he had never had alcohol before. The beer tasted bitter, but he felt a pleasant lightness spreading through him. After the meal, she took two shot glasses and poured grain. The liquor burned in his gullet, but spread an even stronger feeling of lightness. In this delicate fog, it was easy for him to ask how old she was and if she had a husband. Jo laughed brightly and put a hand on his arm. I'm 26, almost 27, she said, and I'm unmarried. As a barmaid, I meet lots of men, and if they pay, things work out. Jack was confused and asked what was going on, he didn't understand. Jo drank another shot and thought, then a third and poured Jack one too. Depending on how much they pay, she said sighing, I'll do them by hand or I'll blow them. If they pay more and are nice, they can fuck me too. Jo looked at him frankly and watched his reaction. Jack pushed around until she asked what was wrong? Finally Jack said that he didn't know what a blowjob was and drank the liquor in one go. And fuck do you understand? Jo asked and grinned, because Jack was writhing with shame, but then nodded, he had read about it and with his buddies they talked about it all the time. He hid the fact that the neighborhood kids, brother and sister, had let him watch them fuck in the basement many times. That was a big secret, as was the fact that afterwards he had to masturbate standing in front of them and squirt his seed all over the sister, who was lying there with her legs spread and he had to aim for her cunt. He never succeeded.

A new stage in life

Jo explained to him quite unselfconsciously the blowjob, there she took his cock in her mouth and caressed him, also with her tongue and did it to him at the same time with her hand. If she was into the guy, he was allowed to squirt in her mouth. Jack looked at her with wide eyes questioningly. Yes, she swallowed the semen of course, there was nothing to it. They sat in silence at the table for a long time, then Jack asked what exactly she was working on. Jo told them what she does at the bar, making drinks, mixing, talking to the guests and listening in a friendly way for a long time. That was the most important thing, she said, and then when the guy wanted sex, she would retire with him to a small side room and they would do it quickly, because she had to get back to the bar table. Yes, she liked the job and she would earn quite well. I have quite a bit in my account, she said, I'm saving everything for later, maybe for a big apartment, a car or a trip around the world. They sat for a long time, silently going over their thoughts. Then Jo got up and started washing her dishes. Jack stood next to her and washed his. They read for a while longer, then Jo said time for bed. Jack flipped open his little suitcase and searched, searching more and more desperately. Jo asked and he replied dejectedly that he had apparently forgotten to pack pajamas. Jo laughed bright as a bell and said he could sleep naked without worrying, after all she only slept naked.

No sooner said than done. Jo let her negligee slide to the floor and lay naked on the bedspread. Curious, she watched him as he undressed. She clicked her tongue and said he had a cute little one. Jack had turned turkey red long before, and although he tried to cover his cock with one hand, his cock grew to full size the longer he looked at her. She stroked one hand over her hips, her butt, and then over one breast as she looked intently at his hard‐on, the red glans, and his hand tightening around the shaft of his penis. She watched him curiously, for now he tried several times to push his foreskin back over the glans, but the glans would not be restrained and immediately peeked out again insolently. But no matter how he pulled and pushed, he was getting hornier and his cock even stiffer, especially because he was staring unblinkingly at the naked Jo. After a few minutes Jo laughed bright as a bell, his cock was nice, so stiff and that was okay. He must have misheard when she added that he was about to be doctored, that he should come to bed, so he walked with bobbing hard‐on to the bed, where he slid under the covers. Jo turned out the light. After a long silence in the darkened room, she reached for him with a sigh, embraced him and gave him a warm hug. The parents will be back soon, she whispered, and Jack shivered with lust as their naked bodies touched. His erection pressed against her bush, which she did not comment on. He said he was just a little homesick, not worth mentioning. He stirred and she pulled him onto her belly, pressing him even more against her and slowly spreading her thighs. Jo knew exactly what she was doing. His glans was touching her cleft, he could feel it very clearly, it was warm, soft, wet and wide open.

After a brief moment she seized his cock and pushed the glans very slowly and firmly along her wet cleft, up and down several dozen times. She teased her clit very specifically with his glans and kept stroking her warm wet crack with his glans. She sighed deeply and deliberately teased her clit with his glans and somehow she knew sooner than he that he was about to squirt. She pressed his glans on her slit and waited motionless. Jack didn't move either, he felt it rising hot in his loins and Jo pressed his glans right into her slit. Jack spurted seconds later, feeling very clearly that his seed was spurting into her vagina in hot, twitching jets. When he was done, she let his glans gyrate on her clit for quite a while before pushing him away with a sigh. Jo held him with one hand, pressing him against her, and he noticed that her body was throbbing as well. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could dimly make out that she was rubbing her pubis quite firmly with her other hand. Yes, he had read that some unchaste women also masturbated, but quite differently than men. At first he was flabbergasted, but then he let his thoughts tumble, for he could see nothing at all. He felt her body glowing and swaying rhythmically, sometimes he heard her breathing louder and sighing softly, his erection pressing throbbing against her jiggling body. His hard‐on throbbed like his heart, she held it tightly against her.

Jo stopped masturbating and her wet hand touched his hard‐on. She pushed back the foreskin, stroked his glans for a very long time with her wet fingers and made some definite movements. You need it, you want it, she whispered, do it, just do it quietly, I'm doing it! She pressed him energetically against her again and her hand on his cock masturbated him for a few moments. Then she took her hand away and started masturbating again. Jack was torn, but his desire was much stronger than shame. Please squirt on my belly, don't stain the sheet, she whispered, and he nodded. He half straightened and rubbed his cock on her belly. Tentatively at first, then more and more confidently, he masturbated and felt Jo rubbing vigorously as well. Again and again her arm touched his glans, which he obediently pressed against her belly. The closer he got to his climax, the more he was drawn to her cleft, and he squirted on her twitching hand and all over the place, continuing until nothing more came. He lay back down, she was still embracing him and he could feel her rubbing and rubbing without stopping, she wasn't coming to the end yet. She held him with one hand and he experienced firsthand her fierce struggle to climax and it felt very horny. His cock had become stiff again after a short while and he masturbated again. She climaxed slowly, rubbing harder and harder, letting him go as her body tensed in orgasm. As he continued, she rested and he straightened up, feeling the squirting coming. She grabbed his butt and steered him to her belly, grabbing his little sack and stroking it ever so gently. With her other hand she took over masturbating him and Jack almost burst with pleasure because she could do it so well. She let go of the sack and teased his glans, directing it to her vaginal entrance and letting the glans penetrate. The other hand rubbed him furiously, making the semen squirt deep into her vagina. Slowly she milked him further, to the last drop, and pulled the glans out again. He lay down and closed his eyes wearily. He was amazed that she let his semen squirt into her on purpose, but that was probably just due to his inexperience that he didn't understand it right away. Was fine, she whispered, let's sleep now!

The next day everything went like clockwork. He got up quietly, set the alarm clock for 12, made himself a sausage sandwich without coffee and a snack, then looked at the sleeping nude for a long time and carefully covered her up before he left. He didn't say a word to his buddies and went home in the afternoon. He stuck his head through the door of the Flamingo–Bar and waved to Jo that he was going up. She waved back and he ate his lunch plate, did his homework and indulged in his secret vice. He wiped the semen off with his used underpants, and at some point he fell asleep without extinguishing the bedside lamp. He woke up when Jo came home. Although she tried to be quiet, she made noise locking the apartment door because she was quite drunk. Staggering, she put a handful of bills on the nightstand and quickly undressed, staggered into the shower and took a very long shower. Jack, watching her, got a violent erection. When she got to the bed, again somewhat sobered, she saw his erection and smiled. She sat down smiling at the headboard, spread her legs and played with her labia. Well, come on, she said, and Jack carefully crawled forward, between her legs, and inspected her pubic area up close. It excited him when she dabbed the clit with one finger for a long time and then began to masturbate. He couldn't help it, he masturbated really fast and let the semen splash on her belly. Jo masturbated for a very long time, he got hard again and masturbated a second time. Almost at the same time they orgasmed, he rubbed the semen on her belly, while Jo pressed her hand on her pussy with her face distorted with pleasure. Wordlessly but detached, they lay down and Jo turned out the light.

This was exactly how their first week went. Jo instinctively understood what he needed, left the light on, and he was allowed to watch her masturbate from up close. She also looked at his cock sometimes, but mostly she closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. The boy had a slender little cock that didn't come close to the big dicks of grown men. And sometimes, watching him masturbate, she would let him fuck her with pleasure in her imagination, with a proper cock, of course. The first time he came much faster than her, bent over and pushed the glans into her vaginal entrance, but fucking he did not dare. He looked down, they masturbated for a few minutes at the same time and he obediently squirted it all in, that's what she had wanted and he didn't stain the sheet. Mostly she finished before him, when he masturbated the second time, then she energetically took over his cock and he grabbed her breasts and nipples with both hands and stroked them very gently. Gasping and moaning, she rubbed the glans on her clit and cleft, prolonging her orgasm. When she felt that he was about to squirt, she pushed his glans into her vagina and rubbed his cock very quickly. She always made him squirt into her vagina while he stroked her breasts more and more erratically. She seemed to like that very much, because when she had irritated her clit for a longer time with his glans, she regularly felt like masturbating again. Jack teased her breasts and nipples very hard and then it went very fast until she reached her second orgasm.

She had Monday through Wednesday off, as she did every week, and awaited Jack, who came home from school at different times, with a hot lunch. As every day, he studied until evening, did his homework, cleaned the shower and the floor with the vacuum cleaner. Jo praised him and made a tasty dinner, they drank beer and a shot or two before going to bed. Jack asked her what it was like not to go to work. She answered flatly that she didn't get tips or "other money" on those days, but she could heartily do without the handjobs and blowjobs. Three days dick‐free, she said with a laugh. Although, she added thoughtfully, sometimes she missed a good fuck, to be honest. Wasn't she afraid of pregnancy, Jack asked, and she said she had a magic coil inside that prevented pregnancy. Jack nodded, although he didn't know what this magic spiral was all about.

He felt a wonderful sweet lightness that might have come from the beer and the two shots. She sat back down at the head of the bed with her thighs spread, but he knelt between her thighs to watch her. While she masturbated as usual, he watched her quite aroused and caressed her breasts. He played with his hard‐on, but he didn't masturbate yet. As always, he marveled at her climax, her face contorted with pleasure, and the throbbing and pumping of her vagina. She recovered with her eyes closed and he gently grabbed her by her buttocks, lifting her slightly and pulling her toward him. Jo opened her eyes in wonder and looked into his, she understood immediately. She lay down and willingly opened her thighs, then reached for his cock and guided it to her vagina. For a few seconds they looked into each other's eyes with anticipation, then with a soft wail she pushed his cock resolutely into her vagina. Jack wanted to scream with pleasure, it felt so pleasant. Then he began to fuck, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he was squirting violently. Squirting in her vagina was incomparably nicer than masturbating. Jo hadn't had a boy's cock since her school days, it was slim, smooth and Jack had been fucking fast like clockwork. She didn't get very aroused during this, it was only when she felt his hot, intermittent squirting inside her that very pleasant, satisfying feelings came. He paused and waited a few minutes until his cock was stiff again, then they fucked a second time. This time Jo masturbated while he fucked her. This time he squirted in the middle of her masturbating, and it took Jo quite a long time for her second time before she orgasmed too. She couldn't get an orgasm while fucking, she said later, she could only when she did it to herself. From now on they fucked every day, sometimes already when he came home from school and definitely when she came home from work. He never asked her if she had to do handjobs or blowjobs that night or if she had to get fucked. She usually told him on her own what she had to do besides work at the counter, but he felt no jealousy. She brought home a lot of money, because more and more men wanted to fuck her, she reported. There were usually more than ten, sometimes 15 or more if there was a bachelor party. But masturbating, that's taboo, I'll only do it with you, my dear Jack! she often said and he believed her. She somehow felt the need to tell him about fucking, it was probably related to exhibitionism. Jack listened and caressed her velvety skin and beautifully rounded, full breasts. She usually made him quite horny with her tales, which she often reported slightly drunk and giggling with all the spicy details, and they had wonderful sex afterwards. On their days off they spent whole afternoons fucking, leaving him little time for vacuuming, cleaning the shower and doing his homework. But fucking was just much, much more important.

Jack was a bright boy, curiously exploring everything, which he did well thanks to good listening. He soon had a much better picture of Jo than his mother had given him. Probably Anni simply had a distrust, suspecting that Jo was not just working behind the counter. In any case, Jack had listened well when Jo told him something frankly. For example, that she had discovered masturbating by herself when she was about 6 or 7 years old and since then she masturbated every day before getting up, feeling light and exhilarated afterwards. And yes, of course she also masturbated now every morning before getting up. And after work anyway, then she slept deeply and dreamlessly. And of course sometimes she had an orgasm while fucking, if the guy was nice and well built and knew how to fuck a woman. But that happened very rarely. On special evenings, once or twice a year, she also got orgasms when several men came to group fuck, so one right after the other. It was very exciting to be in a room with several naked men and to present herself naked to their horny looks. Most men had to rub themselves stiff first before fucking, watching her fuck made them even hornier. So about the second man she had an orgasm and then again and again, with almost everyone afterwards. When group fucking, her exhibionistic lust came out fully, everyone watched her getting fucked, so she wanted to live out her orgasms openly and uninhibited, that really spurred the men on. They threw a bill on the table if they wanted to fuck again. In the last few months her reputation had spread and she had more men than ever before, but also many orgasms that she hid from the men. Jack, still remembering an earlier version, thought this was the one.

Naturally, he also wanted to learn to masturbate her. The first attempts failed, although she always helped him with instructions. But although he had seen it a dozen times, he did not succeed. He masturbated the clit either too gently or too firmly. Frustrated, he stroked a finger up along the clit starting from the bottom and made the point of the inverted exclamation mark right on the little clit head, and Jo sighed loudly. Now he repeated it several times and Jo was soon sighing and writhing with pleasure. He continued, speeding up, and Jo exploded wonderfully in a violent orgasm. But for some unknown reason, she rarely wanted him to masturbate her. In fucking, he had learned to fuck her ‐ while she masturbated ‐ just very slowly until she was almost ready and then he fucked her hard, in the middle of her orgasm, enjoying very much that her vagina contracted rhythmically tight and pumping around his cock while he squirted deep inside her. Jo said that this way she really enjoyed feeling his cock in her vagina while she was masturbating and feeling his humping and squirting while she was orgasming. As of now, this was the only and proper way of fucking, for both of them.

He asked Jo, in one of her storytelling moments, when she lost her virginity. At 13, she began to tell, her 16–year old stepbrother, who was not her half‐brother, had first enticed her to masturbate together and she had to learn to give him a hand job. He was one of the few who could squirt many times in a row, certainly ten times a day, and since they were often alone at home for whole afternoons, he was happy to let her serve him. Soon she went along with everything, because he could masturbate her very tender and horny. But he was by no means a tender man, he was possessive and brutal. Even before her 13th birthday he fucked and deflowered her, it hurt her, which he did not care at all. Handjobs and masturbation were passé, from then on he fucked her every day as often as he felt like. She gradually began to enjoy being fucked. It ended when her father threw his mother and him out because he was tired of her constant affairs. Her father was not an easy man either, he lost his wife, Jo's mother, in a car accident, remained disabled and became an alcoholic. Jack's father forced him out of the company, gave him a very generous severance package, and in return he waived all further claims. Jo however continued fucking, soon she had all her classmates through and she often skipped school when she could meet someone to fuck. At 16, she fucked her way through all the male relatives and their circles of friends and wisely did not mention Jack's father with a word. At 17 she dropped out of school and went to work in a hotel as a waitress. There she had her prey right in front of her, and the hotel management tolerated it because she was very circumspect and did not attract attention. Her lovers put money in her pocket, more than she received as wages for waitressing. A year later, a friend referred her to the Flamingo–Bar, where she remained to this day. Jack asked her about this girlfriend, Jo became very embarrassed. With reddened ears she told, with her she had a longer lesbian relationship, she learned from her how to lick and be licked. There was nothing more, because she was sure she was into fucking and was not a lesbian, but let it go on until she left the hotel.

Jo went to her gynecologist every month to get tested because she had gotten painful gonorrhea several times and paid more attention to her health than many. While with Jack, she went weekly to get tested; she owed it to him, she said. One night, as Jo was fixing dinner, his eyes fell on the bank statement peeking out from her overturned purse. When she sat down, he pointed his head at the purse and said there was more than eight hundred thousand on there. Annoyed at her carelessness, she put the purse aside, then smiled at him, for he was not to blame for her oversight. She said that she had put it aside for later, perhaps for a nicer, bigger apartment, a car, or 37 world travels. They both laughed, because no one in their right mind took 37 world trips! He said, laughing, that it would probably be more sensible to take a trip around the world and buy an apartment with a garage for 37 cars. He sketched in the air with his fingers a trip around the world and a small house with a huge garage the entire length of the tabletop, and they both shrieked with delight and slapped their thighs laughing and snorting, 37 cars! – yes, they really had a good time together.

That evening, before his parents returned home, they fucked and humped and fucked all night and all morning before showering together and packing his things. Jo put on her most seductive dress, which accentuated her breasts with low‐cut cleavage. At the apartment door, they hugged and kissed each other fondly goodbye before heading out. The parents beamed tanned and hugged him and Jo probably a dozen times with reunion joy. Anni whispered in his ear as she hugged him that everything was wonderful and winked at him conspiratorially. They drank coffee together and ate the Australian cake they had brought with them, Jo answering their curious questions with a smile and quite in the spirit of the inventor. Not a word about who had slept where, drank booze and screwed. Jo smiled finely as she apologized for Jack getting into the habit of drinking coffee with her, not knowing that he wasn't used to it. Anni looked irritatedly at Jack's coffee cup and then inquiringly at Jo. She nudged the father, who stared over the rim of his cup at Jo's expansive cleavage. The father pulled himself together and muttered, three months with the camper van across Australia, that had something!

A theory is proven

Jack was honestly pleased with the new zest in his parents' love life, for they were again cheerful and affectionate toward each other. At night, when he indulged in his secret vice, he often heard his father's gasps and the lustful moans and groans of Anni, who sometimes let out a tiny little cry at the end. Some afternoons he would hear her moaning and sighing for an hour, one time after another, even though his father was at work, and he had to interrupt his studying due to vice. Once she came into his room unexpectedly, completely naked, and stopped under the door frame. With feverishly shining eyes she watched him masturbate until he had finished squirting. Only now he opened his eyes and noticed her stunned, but she smiled and nodded at him with an understanding look full of love and quietly left. Shortly after, he heard her sighing and moaning in the bedroom next door, all afternoon. In the evening, at dinner, she was distracted and agitated, leaving the dishes and dragging her baffled father to the bedroom, full of impatience. He heard the two of them humping wildly through the paper‐thin wall, father panting and mother panting and moaning without end, without her final cry. Dad's panting soon turned into regular, soft snoring, and after a while Anni was moaning and groaning again, apparently having to start over and over. Only around midnight did her panting turn into heavy panting, then a tiny, half‐suppressed scream. Now Jack could also stop his co‐masturbating and immediately fell asleep.

Another day, he skipped school and went to Jo's at lunchtime. He visited Jo frequently on her days off, until graduation. He was completely exhausted and sore penis. Jo kissed his wounds and gave him a tender and gentle blowjob, because nothing else was an option. He told her that he had been masturbating for about 10 hours, together with his mother and separated only by a thin paper wall. Jo's eyes teared up and he had to report everything in great detail and with all the juicy details. Above all, she wanted to hear everything he had seen of Anni's nakedness two or three times. That afternoon they laughed more than they had in a long time. Jo was very curious and when she asked him about his parents' love life, she wondered aloud how old they were. Jack thought, that Anni was 34 or 35, the father would be 50 in the summer and there would be a big party to which Jo would surely be invited. Jo laughed and said it was nice that the Australian vacation had saved their sex life. Anni was, after all, a young woman and it was nice that she could enjoy masturbating happily and in a relaxed way and that his parents were having sex with each other again as they had when they were young. Jack nodded in the affirmative, for he had hardly heard anything from the master bedroom before this vacation.

Then in the summer there was the birthday party for their father, Jo was of course invited and many gawked at her slim body and well‐filled cleavage. She was very elegant and ladylike and nothing indicated how she earned her money. His mother watched eagle‐eyed over Jack and Jo's every move — she might be naive, but she wasn't stupid. It wasn't until after the party, during the highly embarrassing interrogation on the farthest stone bench in the garden, that he confessed everything about Jo to Anni and asked her not to tell father, Jo was after all father's niece (not cousin) and he would only get unnecessarily upset.

Anni was wearing a colorful summer dress, only panties underneath, no bra. He looked at Anni covetously for the first time and unashamedly glanced at her panties under her skirt as they sat down. Jo had thoroughly changed his way of looking, his view of women's bodies had completely changed. He had never paid attention to his mother's body until now, she dressed like a gray house mouse, unobtrusive and well‐behaved. But today she wore a strikingly pretty, thin summer dress that drew men's eyes. He couldn't help but look covetously at her pretty figure, which showed under the thin fabric. It emanated from her that they sat so close together and Jack consciously felt her body with his for the first time. She listened intently, leaning her head on his shoulder and curiously placing a hand, as if they were so familiar, on his thin summer pants. Yes, right there, as if she were familiar with his cock. He could see into her cleavage from above. He saw her breasts up close for the first time and stared steadfastly at them. The breasts were much smaller than Jo's and were not as firm either. During the course of their intimate conversation, he saw very clearly how the small teats became stiff and firm. They trembled ever so slightly when he recounted sexual details. He suspected that this was a sign of sexual arousal. He hoped that Anni did not notice his staring. Of course she had noticed, but it was a small price to pay for his honest confession.

Anni persistently elicited all the details from him, for she had long had her suspicions, and Jack was honest and reported everything in detail. She was visibly uncomfortable that he had been let in on the secrets of love during their Australian vacation and had been Jo's lover ever since. But the more secrets Jack revealed, the more her indignation evaporated, and in the end she thought it was good for her fifteen‐year‐old to experience first love with this presumably very experienced young woman.

Anni realized belatedly that she had inadvertently let her hand rest on his pants. It was his erection that she felt under her hand and also that Jack had put his hand in his pants pocket and had been secretly rubbing his cock for quite a while. She asked him for more details and carefully slid her hand away, away from his erection and left it at the hem of his shorts. She listened intently to him and noticed that his erection continued to grow and the tip of his glans had come out from under the waistband of his pants and was touching the heel of her hand. She pretended not to notice and inconspicuously covered the naked glans with her hand. She did not want to interrupt his narrative at all and tried to hide the indecency. As clearly as if she saw it, she felt his glans on the ball of her hand, felt the rubbing movements on the shaft and also the wet little hole. She pretended not to notice that he was rubbing and grinding his glans against the ball of her hand. She should be outraged, but she clung to his lips and just let the indecency happen. She continued to listen to him, but when she felt his cock twitch and the little hole spurt throbbing wet, she took her hand away completely. She turned to the side, away from him, and looked at the distant flowerbed. She pressed the semen‐wet heel of her hand on her pubic, not letting him notice how agitated and excited she was.

My God, did he just squirt?! She had just wiped his semen from her palm, of course he was squirting. After all, she had watched him getting more and more excited as he told her, and felt his cock getting erect. It might also be that he felt a little more at ease with her after she had watched him masturbate a few days ago. She had stayed until the end, leaving only after he had squirted. Now he was highly aroused by his erotic confession. Of course, she had noticed that he was rubbing his fist in his pants pocket, deliberately sticking his glans under the waistband. Right under the ball of her hand. He was rhythmically grinding his glans against her palm, telling and telling. It was a kind of vote of confidence that he was satisfying himself next to her. The moment he squirted, all courage left her and she pulled her hand away cowardly. Even though she turned her back to him and looked away ashamed, she knew that he was squirting now and had to hide his semen somehow. She closed her eyes and told herself that it couldn't be, shouldn't be!

In the same instant, after she had taken her hand away and turned away, Jack clasped his glans in his fist in the pocket of his pants, squirting and pressing his seed into the soft fabric. After a few moments he asked what she had asked, for he had overheard. She repeated it and slowly turned to him. No, it just couldn't be that he had just cum! It simply could not be! Continuing, she put her hand back on his pants, on his fist in his pants pocket. Groping through the thin fabric, she assured herself that his erection was gone, shaft and glans innocently soft. She must have been mistaken, he would never dare to squirt sitting next to her! She deliberately placed her hand on his cock and continued to question him curiously.

He was honest and answered all her questions, only leaving out fucking when asked about Jo's work. Anni was pleased and saw the whole thing in a cheesy‐romantic light. Jack would have been very surprised if he could have read her mind while she smiled and followed his narrative. Sometimes she closed her eyes and felt his cock through the thin summer pants.

He didn't mention the sounds from his parents' bedroom with a word, but she said after a pause that she could sometimes hear him doing .... something very private and assumed he could hear his parents, too. Tough question! Jack kept his eyes down and nodded. So, she said, you're already a big boy, almost a man, and surely understand that the Australian vacation brought your father and me back together and that it was perfectly natural for parents to sleep together. Jack nodded in affirmation, still gazing into her cleavage with lowered eyes. The nipples trembled ever so slightly as she groped and felt his cock quite openly.

Anni thought, put a hand on his arm, forcing him to look directly at her. She asked: and – that.... um, my private, you hear that too? He looked at her with a ravenous gaze and nodded weakly. She turned a furry red in the face all the way down to her cleavage and to her breasts, which Jack had been able to see all along because she was leaning forward. Her voice almost failed when she explained to him that she was not cheating on father with it when she had a strong arousal and was doing it secretly herself. Other, more stupid women get a lover, but she does not do that, she does not want to cheat on his father. This long internalized lie beaded easily and automatically over her lips. True, the father would be disappointed in her if she told him, because the father thinks about the private things very differently, very disapprovingly. But if .... Jack interrupted her and said he had no reason to say anything to Father. Private is private, isn't it? They looked at each other and he said it was nothing he would talk to Father about, word of honor! He thought for a moment, then he said that it was quite normal for him that they slept together, on the contrary, he was glad that they were doing it again. And as for the very private thing, he swallowed and thought for a moment, all his girl acquaintances do it, it is quite normal and quite natural. He had witnessed it with them a thousand times and found nothing wrong with it, he lied, because Jo was his first and only. He said that when a girl is aroused and not satisfied, it is natural for her to do it to herself if her husband can't do it to her. Very directly he added, father is now 50, should you renounce your arousal if he can't always now!?

He was thoroughly convinced of the correctness of his words. She held his cock very gently and nodded in agreement. No, he said, "I think it's natural for you to have the arousal. Somehow it bothered him that they didn't call things by their proper names. Remember when you caught me masturbating a few days ago? I noticed right away that it excited you a lot that you dragged father into the bedroom ‐ they both had to laugh ‐ and then, when father fell asleep tired, you masturbated until midnight? So for me that was quite understandable, absolutely normal and right! There you have nothing to reproach yourself! I only felt sorry for you because you didn't succeed for so long that night, because you had to torture yourself for so long." She was silent and looked down. She had long since taken her hand from his pants and now pressed it protectively on her shame. Jack was fascinated by the sight of her small breasts and the quivering of her stiff nipples.

What are we going to do now, she asked, maybe we'd better insulate the wall? He immediately objected. Then we would have to justify and confess everything to father, that would not be good at all! He stopped and thought hard. No, he said, no matter how we turn it around, the smartest thing is to leave everything as it is. We want to leave Father alone, that's important to both of us. And besides... he thought for a moment, trying to think of the best way to put it. Besides, we are a close‐knit, loving family after all, in all ways, or we wouldn't be having this conversation. You hear me through the wall, but what do you hear? Your son is doing good for himself. I hear you when you're doing something good for yourself, and I love you in those moments just as much as I usually do. That it makes us horny is nothing bad, it's quite normal and natural. And, he continued, I would be sad and have a very bad conscience if we stopped doing something good for ourselves, if we gave up something natural or somehow limited ourselves, just because of this stupid partition wall. I would feel bad if that was the result of this conversation. He broke off and was silent.

She grabbed his hand and said he had grown up, mature and serious. Embarrassed, Jack picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. He had the impression that she saw everything a little differently now and smiled with understanding as she stroked his mop of hair mildly and lovingly with her hand. They both drank and were silent for a long time. He rose and sat down opposite her. He stretched his legs between hers so that she had to open them. It affected him that a few days ago she had stood naked under the doorframe watching him masturbate — it created an inexplicable familiarity between them. He looked unashamedly and hornily up her skirt at her thighs all the way up to her panties. He looked directly into her eyes and she immediately looked away. If he wanted to look, then he should watch, in God's name! She was not squeamish and let him look.

He had a theory, Jack said, and wanted to check it out. She waited curiously, glad that they had concluded this very private subject. He looked directly at her and asked when she had actually started masturbating? She blushed again with embarrassment, from her face to her cleavage to her breasts, but she could tell he was serious. Well, she said quietly, sometime about 12 years ago, before we went to Australia. He prodded if she hadn't been doing it since she was a teenager, but she shook her head. No, she said, in my youth I had no idea about sexuality, I was with a boy for a while, then I met your father right after that. The only two I ever fuc.... with. Had sex, she lied. Of course she lied, because it was only those two she was thinking about and she honestly wanted to believe that it was only those two. As if absently, she reached for the hem of her panties, pushed them aside, and Jack caught a long, deep glimpse of her cleft. She dabbed thoughtlessly at the labia for a while as she thought hard. Sighing deeply, her hand spread the cleft a little as she dipped a fingertip into the vaginal entrance before continuing. She became aware of it, withdrew the finger, and now he supposed he could see her hole. I see it, I see it very clearly, he cheered inwardly. If he wanted to look, let him, but I can't show him the finger fucking! "And the private, uh, masturbation came only when father and I were making love very rarely and I didn't know where to put my excitement." It was hard for her to think of something spontaneous, but Jack stared at her cleft, fascinated. So, eleven or twelve years ago, she continued her web of lies. You know the rest, Australia reawakened our lust..... She fell silent after Jack nodded affirmatively. He repeated whether she had not known masturbation at all when she was young and had started very late, as an adult and a mother. She sighed deeply, yes. He pulled himself together, took another intense look at her little hole and beamed at her.

Now to my theory, Jack said, how exactly do you do it, technically speaking? Anni withdrew her hand from her shame and looked protesting, for in a flash her sinful fantasies of masturbating, where she produced herself lustfully and obscenely in front of Jack, surfaced in her mind. Jack noticed her dismissive reaction and said he had thought long and hard about why she often took so terribly long to climax. Following a spontaneous inspiration, he placed his outstretched index‐ and middle fingers parallel to each other on the table and said the fingers were the labia, left and right, the gap between the fingers was the vaginal entrance. Anni looked at him with wide eyes, thinking where she could escape to in this embarrassing situation. But Jack remained quite serious and grabbed her hand, guiding it to his fingers. Come on, show me, he said with finality, please! She was terribly embarrassed, then hesitantly slid her index‐ and middle fingers into the theoretical vaginal entrance. She leaned forward, Jack looking fascinated at the slight quivering of her nipples. Tentatively, embarrassed, she slid her fingers in and out. Understood, Jack said, gently enclosing her hand in tenderness. And you're not doing anything else? he asked, and she shook her head in denial.

May I show you something that will make it easier for you, he said, not waiting for an answer. He put the two fingers on the table again and pointed with the other hand to the place where the gap between the fingers began. There, he said, there is very small and inconspicuous, the clitoris. She just looked as he repeated, vaginal entrance, clitoris. She shrugged, yes, maybe? Jack moistened the tip of his other index finger with saliva and said, moisture is very important. Then he let his index finger rotate on the invisible clit, stroking, and jerking back and forth. In between, the diligent index finger dipped into the invisible vaginal entrance, and he repeated, keep moistening and let the index finger keep masturbating diligently. Okay, he asked, but Anni showed no reaction. Jack said that was much faster than humping herself with two fingers, it took way too long. She whispered, she understood that, thank you for explaining that to me! The . . . She rarely touched her clitoris after bathing because it was a very sensitive area and she had always thought it might be an abnormal part of her sex. A thought flashed in her mind. Surely this was the sensitive abnormality that the girls had licked so delightfully at the orgy on the Graduation trip.....? Jack was very sorry that after a while her cleft closed and the panties covered everything again. They drank more coffee in silence, then went into the house.

After dinner they watched the news on TV and went to sleep. He was very satisfied and happy when he heard his parents fucking and his mother panting loudly and letting her little cry be heard before his father finished. It was all right, she had understood his arguments and did not hold back. Did it just seem that way to him, or had she deliberately gasped, moaned, panted and let out that little cry louder than usual? In any case, he was pleased, because her beautiful orgasm was certainly good for his father's self‐esteem.

Together ahead

Anni came home from work in the early afternoon, as usual, and stayed in the bedroom. He heard nothing for days, though he listened quite expectantly. On the second or third day, however, he abruptly heard small, sharp cries through the partition wall and then a loud, satisfied, drawn‐out moan. He was still masturbating when his door opened quietly and Anni came in totally naked. He spurted high into the air at the same moment he saw her standing next to his bed. He looked at her nakedness in depth, just as she looked magically fascinated at his club, from which his semen was gushing in bursts onto his rubbing hand. Although slender, she had broadly flared hips, her buttocks forming a well‐rounded curve, as did her mons veneris. Her breasts were already a bit floppy and drooping, she had a very small golden bush above her shaved pubic fold. Her outer labia were wet and the flesh between them all swollen red from masturbation. Suddenly she noticed his eyes and for a moment covered her breasts and pubic area with her hands. She watched his slow masturbation with shining eyes until he had rubbed out the last drop.

When he was done, she stepped very close to him on the bed and stretched her pussy forward, spreading her labia apart with her fingers. With a vague expression of shame, embarrassment and triumph in her eyes, she said, it worked, it worked very well! She pointed a finger at the red clit, which he looked at up close. She said, look, look how I can do it! and very briefly rubbed her clit to show him that she was doing it right. Unlike Jo's clit, which was at least as big as a finger limb, Anni's clit was tiny and almost disappeared into the surrounding flesh. He pushed aside the full flesh covering the clit and felt for the tiny little clit. It could have been mistaken for a larger wart now that it was stiff and erect. It was barely half the size of a fingernail. He palpated the tiny little clit for a few moments with semen wet fingers, it was stiff, round and warm. Very gently he rubbed her clit, his semen on his fingers was enough lubricant and she began to tremble. He had masturbated the clit for a few moments and the clit grew, became quite stiff and pointed and he could grasp and rub it with a finger. She trembled incessantly and looked at him steadily. He nodded encouragingly at her, in the sense of yes, that was the way to do it.

She must have completely misinterpreted his affirmative nod and taken it as a commanding request, for she looked at him for a moment, shame‐filled, fearful and chastely questioning. A cold gust of wind touched her soul, no, he could not ask that! She couldn't masturbate in front of him after all, although she had done it shamelessly and hornily in front of her admirers earlier. She felt his greedy rubbing of the clit and her own trembling. His firm gaze, and how he smiled at her! Her soul fluttered like a caged bird, surely he can't ask me to do that! He is forcing his will upon me, she thought, full of fear and shame, he wants it, he wants it badly! She thought he wanted his will and her submission. Suddenly she gave in to his will, gave up all shame and restraint. So be it! Jack experienced what he never expected.

She spread her labia wide with her fingers, pressing firmly on the surrounding flesh to expose the clit completely. The little one came out of its recess and stood out half an inch, ready to be masturbated. Voluptuous and full of unchaste thoughts, she resolutely bent her torso backward as she quickly began to masturbate with one finger. He bent over so that he could look quite deeply into her oval shaped vagina. She felt somehow humiliated, her son had imposed his will on her and demanded to humiliate herself. She felt it was shameless, unchaste and obscene to masturbate in front of him despite her deeply hurt sense of shame and humiliated degradation. At the same time, it excited her to have Jack touch her cunt and caress her labia. She masturbated for more than a quarter of an hour, moaning, gasping and trembling all over her body until she shuddered violently in orgasm and went down on her knees jerking and shaking choppily. She remained squatting on her heels and had both hands slapped shame‐filled in front of her face, the petty bourgeois morality trampling on her soul. She disappeared again as quickly as she had come. A while later he heard her sharp, soft sounds again, ending in a rich, comfortable sighing moan. Jack and she were now masturbating together and simultaneously, hearing the other only through the thin partition. Sometimes she would emerge completely unexpectedly and stop naked under the doorframe to watch his masturbation and squirting.

Jo asked him out after the birthday party, of course, and when he finished recounting the conversation with his mother, she hugged him tightly and said how proud she was of his cleverness. He had to recount Anni's masturbation three times. He told how he had secretly rubbed in his pants, that Anni had not noticed anything and had only taken her hand away when he squirted. Jo got so excited that she had to fuck him immediately. That Anni had let him see her cleft and finger fucking briefly, he concealed.

Once he discovered his naked mother standing in the doorway and he let her watch him masturbate and squirt, and she had gone back into the bedroom, he lay there for a few minutes recovering until he heard her. He entered her bedroom quietly, and she was lying on the bed with her legs bent, masturbating. When she spotted him, she quickly covered her pubic with the flat of her hand and watched him anxiously as he came naked closer, joined her on the bed, and sat down between her legs. Of course she was anxious, he began to masturbate, the glans just inches from her pubic area. He smiled at her and said they should do it together. It took long moments before she dared to masturbate too. He came very quickly and squirted on her pubic cleft, watching her masturbate and orgasm. He did it again and soon she got used to masturbating together.

After a few days, he slid forward even further, pushed his glans entirely into her vaginal entrance and masturbated. Here, too, she pretended to be ashamed at first, although she didn't have to fear pregnancy since the tubal ligation. He knew about it, he had overheard a phone call once — the doctor had advised it because a second pregnancy could kill her. He already knew from Jo to masturbate with the glans in the vagina and squirting inside was so much more pleasurable. Once he was very aroused just before squirting and his cock unintentionally slipped in deep as he squirted. She nodded affirmatively and said that she thought it was gross to be squirted on. From then on, he put his cock as deep as he could into her vagina before squirting. From the beginning she felt responsible for his getting hard after she got used to the new situation. Completely naturally, she took his cock in her mouth, licking and rubbing until he was stiff, something Jo never did with him. The first time he squirted in her mouth, he was startled. He spoke to her about it, but she just said gobbledegook, that it was a just part of it, his father liked it very much and she had finally done it in her school days too, but she didn't want to talk about it now. So it happened that sometimes she licked him with a mischievous smile until he squirted and sucked up his semen to the last drop. Jack enjoyed it very much, because she could do that very well. In his recovery breaks, he liked to grab her clit and make her have nice orgasms. She enjoyed that very much, closed her eyes and let herself fall happily, sighing and moaning, kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples. In the months that followed, they masturbated together as often as they could, his work stopped and made no progress.

Jo had a phone installed so he could call in‐ or cancel if he couldn't get away from Mother's bedroom. He had to tell her everything in great detail, of course, and of course she wasn't jealous. She often brought up the fact that he would certainly have liked to screw his mother, but he always denied it; that was a threshold they couldn't cross. Jo laughed brightly and said she didn't trust theory, but practice. Jack loved Jo with all his heart and visited her as often as he could.

Jo was understanding when he fell in love several times while studying and always asked him to tell in detail about fucking the female students. Most one‐time‐stands he consummated with condoms, mainly because he didn't want STDs and offspring. Jo was just terribly curious and never jealous, since Jack visited her as often as he could. One flirtation even lasted several weeks; he fucked like a maniac with the national champion floor gymnast. She had a surprisingly large clitoris and said that it was from her supplements, steroids and hormones. She only let him masturbate her with his hand at first and returned the favor with half‐hearted handjobs until later, when she was ready to conceive, she willingly let him fuck her. Jack's cock had also grown properly and was now getting really thick when he erected, giving his gymnast wonderful orgasms. But after weeks she discovered his double life with Jo and broke up with him.

He visited Jo frequently on her days off, until the end of college. Jack continued to work as a tutor at the university while he wrote his doctoral dissertation and fucked the odd student. Afterwards he had to tell his ever‐curious Jo every adventure in every detail, she listened to him with growing horniness.

But dark clouds appeared on the horizon.

Betrayal and Traitor

His father, who usually fucked his mother three or four times a week, was increasingly staying late at the office because it was getting very late, but he always called so she wouldn't worry. Jack often stayed in her bed in the afternoon and then all night, they made nice, and she enjoyed having so many orgasms. She once said it was as if she had to make up for all the lusts she had missed, the years without real orgasms. Jack kept hearing Jo's words in his ears that he would eventually fuck her. But he remained steadfast, although to squirt he now always penetrated her very deeply and awaited the squirting motionless. She always interrupted then to await the squirting with a happy smile. They both waited a few seconds motionless, then he exploded and squirted intermittently in her vagina. She said that she loved it very much. It was a beautiful and bonding feeling for them both to fall asleep and wake up next to each other. Once when he came home after a night at Jo's, he found Anni crying on the bed. He asked in a whisper what was wrong, and she howled in tears, unable to get a word out. He quickly undressed and lay down with her, hugged her for a long time and stroked her hair and head. After a long time she calmed down and told everything.

Some days ago, someone from the office had slyly told her on the phone that her husband was having an affair with one of the young doctor girls at work. No, no doubt about it. He went out with her every day, they left in his car at four on the dot and would come to work together in the morning. No, there would be no mistake, the director, the doctor girl from a research department, his car, all night. The false snake feigned sympathy, but she thought the Mrs. Director knew about it. She took a cab to the vicinity of the factory in the afternoon and waited, tense to tears. Shortly after four, her husband (she didn't say father, as usual) actually came out of the company with a young, pretty woman; they went to the parking lot, to his car. His hand possessively on her round wiggly ass.

Jack stroked her to soothe her, and she drove away sad, but no longer crying. That morning he came, as he did every week, to change his laundry for the coming week. Usually he then fucked her quickly and hastily before leaving for work. She greeted him without a kiss this time and they ate breakfast silently. She went wordlessly into the living room and undressed, he came over and she let him fuck her silently. She was sad because it was going to be her last time. The first time she masturbated while fucking, he stared with discomfort, eyes wide open at her unchaste actions and she denied him her orgasm while fucking. He looked at her masturbating and squirted miserably, as he never had before. When he finished squirting, she continued to masturbate smiling as he slid uncomfortably back and forth under her thighs. He was to witness for the first and last time her new private pleasure, the pleasure of a cuckolded, sex‐crazed slut. After her orgasm she sat up.

He didn't look at her as she told of her cab ride to the company and up to the girl's house. Then he too cried and lied that it had come completely unexpectedly, like a bolt of lightning, that he was very, very sorry. After a while she asked if the new girl was better in bed, but he dodged like a kicked dog and mumbled that she was different, she was just wonderful. It wasn't just the sex, he said, but they both knew he was lying cowardly. They were silent, then she brought him the prepared travel bag with the fresh laundry and told him not to come back. Wishing him all the best for the rest of his life, she turned and went upstairs, to the bedroom, to weep bitterly. And here I am, she cried anew, and I don't know what to do next!

Jack didn't want her to cry, kissed her and stroked her hair and head, took her face in both hands and kissed her again and again. He said he didn't understand father, but he, Jack, was there for her, always. He stroked her all over her body, never missing a spot, and her crying finally subsided. Only after a long caress did his hand approach her bush, stroking it very tenderly. As if absently, she spread and bent her legs, as she always did when they masturbated together. He knelt between her legs as usual, his erect cock proudly thrust forward. He was ready to insert the glans into her vagina when he heard her soft whisper. "Come," she whispered, "come inside me! Come, do me, fuck me!" and covered her eyes shamefully with her forearm. Jack slowly and carefully penetrated her vagina and they fucked for the first time. Although Jack knew (she had told him once) that his cock was bigger and thicker than his father's, he was still surprised at how quickly her arousal came, the short moans and the rich sound of her orgasm. He kept going, holding off until she was shaking with arousal again and her small, soft cries announced the orgasm. He squirted like he was out of his mind while she was still reeling from the orgasm. Afterwards, they lay quietly, holding hands next to each other, indulging their thoughts. "I knowingly cheated on your father for the first time, and I'm glad it was with you!" she whispered and smiled. Jack resolved to pursue the subject of unknowingly cheating later.

They stayed in bed until morning and fucked as often as he could. During his rest breaks he masturbated her and then they continued fucking like two young lovers. After a few hours of sleep, she wanted to get up and make breakfast, but he held her back. My morning wood, he whispered and she came back to bed to fuck his morning wood away. Then she went downstairs to fix breakfast. He heard her happily humming a song and also went downstairs to call Jo. He pretended to set up the next meeting, since Anni could overhear everything he said. Jo asked what was really going on, he murmured into the receiver that she was right. Long silence, then Jo asked, "you fucked her?" And he said yes, and reported briefly and succinctly, his father had moved out and his parents were separating. Jo was silent, then she wanted him to tell her everything, but he said to speak at his next visit and hung up. I kicked him out, Anni said, and we'll stay separated for now. But whether we will get divorced, I still don't know today. She had made a big breakfast, as usual only on Sunday, with egg dish and tomatoes. When they were done, Jack asked if she wanted the house to herself, she would be free and could meet men, the lovers .... She interrupted him, no, she didn't want that! She had not given up on father yet, with a lover she would seal it for good. No, we'll stay together, and.... She fell silent, then came a postscript: If you want me, I will have no man but you! Jack nodded happily, then her face darkened: And Jo? She looked at him from the side. Can you with us both....? And without hesitation he said, yes! But, do you have to tell her? she asked doubtfully, and he said, of course he had to, but he was quite, quite sure that Jo would agree. He could solve the problem of managing his time.

Ménage‐à‐trois

They continued to sit in silence at the kitchen table, then they got up, still holding hands, and after a quick look, they rushed up to the bedroom, laughing and giggling, and tore off their clothes. They fucked and masturbated until lunch and then continued right after. The mother had called in sick at work, thank God no one asked what she had, because she couldn't say well, a new lover! After a day of relentless sex, they calmed down. She went back to work in the mornings, because the accounts were left when she was not working. She called her father to see how he was doing, not forgetting to mention that he should send her money every month for her support and for Jack. Jack resumed his doctoral work, but found it very difficult to get back into the material. He stayed over at Jo's twice a week and called Anni every night, so their ménage‐à‐trois developed excellently.

Multiple times Anni invited Jo to afternoon coffee and Jack was very happy about these hours together in the garden, where very soon a family bond was formed. They trusted each other, all three of them, and they also talked about sexual topics completely freely. Once Jo brought up the subject of threesomes, but Anni couldn't even imagine it, she was too much of a child of yesterday. Jo explained what happened in a threesome, but Anni shook her head when Jo described in great detail what the women did together in a threesome. She couldn't imagine doing it with a woman at all, she lied. Jack helpfully jumped in and assured her it was only a theoretical question, the thought had never occurred to him. Jo smiled, because she had discussed it with him over and over, but he had told her it would have to happen with one of his female students sometime, if ever, but never with his mother, never! Jack wasn't clear why Jo brought it up, did she want a lesbian fling? She had never had it with a woman, Jo kept assuring him, forgetting about her lesbian relationship with the hotel maid, threesomes were all the rage these days, everyone was talking about it. He went to the university several times a week to give his tutorial. Jo gave him the most powerful Texas Instruments calculator for his 22nd birthday, which helped him a lot in his work (PCs were not invented then).

Their ménage lasted more than two years. It was very satisfying for all three of them, and one day when the afternoon coffee lasted into the night and they had long since switched from coffee to wine, Jo spent the night with them and he slept with both women alternately in the big bed. Initially, Anni was uncomfortable and embarrassed when Jack mounted her and Jo caressed her body all over. When Jack had cum, Jo continued to stroke Anni very skillfully and teased her labia and clit for a long time. She enjoyed it very much and began to gasp and moan in delightful arousal as Jo masturbated her, but orgasming she didn't want and held Jo's hand tightly before letting Jo continue and stopping very short of orgasming again. After the fourth time, she pushed Jo's hand aside again and continued masturbating herself for a few minutes, coming to a screaming orgasm trembling and slapping both hands in front of her face.

Whining and incoherent, she stammered that Jo might not be angry with her, but she had had to do it herself from arousal and horniness, and she had never let a woman touch her before and didn't dare let herself fall. Anni was a very convincing actress and always believed her own lies, they quickly became conviction and then truth. Jo caressed and kissed her and murmured soothing words until she stopped crying. It was still a wonderful night, repeated more often at Jo's instigation. Jo managed with patience and persistence to seduce Anni after all. She very anxiously allowed Jo to masturbate her to orgasm. Later she also masturbated Jo and after some time Jo wanted to lick her. After briefly feigning shame, she opened her thighs very wide, willingly pushed her chnt towards Jo and Jo licked her to the best orgasm of the year. She tugged and tore at her breasts with loud moans, so aroused was she, fantasizing herself back to the Graduation orgy. Jack very much enjoyed fucking the licker doggystyle and watching the licked one orgasm, for Anni had learned it quickly and he could observe that Jo very much enjoyed being licked by Anni to orgasm. He was very grateful to Jo that she had arranged everything so straightforwardly and considerately. He sometimes licked Anni after they had fucked, giving her many nice climaxes. When he asked her once, she said the orgasms were the same whether licking, masturbating or fucking, only the experience before was completely different.

Coma, Affair and Charitable Work

The news that his father had been taken to the hospital hit like a bombshell. Immediately, Jack and the mother drove to the hospital, where they learned that he had suffered a severe, very serious stroke and was still being kept artificially in a coma. They stayed with the father and all of a sudden his mistress came to inquire. Thanks to Mother's inimitable interrogation methods, the full story came out. The mistress had made a fine dinner, the father gave a proper toast to the wine, and then they went to bed. It was all as usual, perfectly normal, but this time the father had collapsed on top of her after his orgasm. She immediately called the rescue, dressed him and herself, and the emergency doctor took them both to the hospital, where the father was first treated. They visited him daily, rather rarely meeting his mistress, who was completely distraught. She gradually stayed away completely and called his mother only once. She was at the end of her training and would not be able to take care of him, she would soon start a job abroad and so on. The mother ended the conversation and was quite upset. Her love can't be that far gone, she scolded, if things get tight, she'll be gone in no time! Jack consulted with her on how they could do it, the solution was simple. They would put a bed in the living room for him, he could sit in front of the TV or listen to the radio or music during the day. Anni couldn't give up her job, so on a case‐by‐case basis the father would be alone for a few hours, otherwise she or Jack or both would be there if he needed anything. After all, he was her husband and his father for a long time. They never, ever wanted to think about his stupid affair again. Jack phoned with his father's company to hear that things were going.

The day father was discharged, his doctor asked them into her room and gave them lots of instructions, advice for everyday life, and once again described his condition. He would spend his life in a wheelchair, he would probably never be able to speak again. The examinations showed that he had not suffered any cognitive damage, but he could not speak. So you had to ask him if he needed this or that and he could signal very well with his eyes what he wanted. So for example, she said, you could ask if he wanted tea or coffee, and he could signal well which one he wanted. Then she recommended some more reading, a support group in town, and gave them a brochure on home care. Then they went home, and an ambulance took him home, including his wheelchair.

The care went unspectacularly, just as they had discussed. One afternoon it rang, Anni dressed quickly, it was the mistress. She brought his things in a travel bag and asked if she could say goodbye. The cab was waiting with the engine running, the mistress stopped a few moments in front of the wheelchair and said, Goodbye, my love! and quickly left, goodbye! Jack helped his mother get the father out‐of‐bed‐in the morning and get dressed, likewise then in the evening. They took turns feeding each other, Jack regularly emptying the pot that was built into the chair and rinsing it out. In the evening, while undressing and putting on the nightgown, the mother paid no attention to the father's erection. Afterwards, as they sat at the table, she asked Jack what he thought of the matter. The thing about the father's erection. He thought for a moment, then said his penis and imagination were apparently intact. She had three choices, ignore, handjob or ride him. She was violently flushed, then asked what she should do now. Ignoring is barbaric, Jack said, and I know you never, or very reluctantly, do handjobs. If I were you, I'd fuck him, I'm sure he'd get a kick out of it, and he doesn't get much pleasure these days. She just thought for a long moment, then asked, will you help me?

They went into the living room and lowered the blinds. Then they put his father in a comfortable position, she slipped an extra pillow under his head so he could see everything. She pushed up his nightgown and touched his cock, stroking it until he became erect. "Now let's fuck, do you like it?" she asked, seeing a glint in his eyes, desperately trying to say YES! While his mother stripped off the dress, Jack went into the kitchen and sat down at mother's place, from there he could see directly into the living room without his father seeing him. She had stripped completely naked and was moving back and forth a little provocatively, Dad's cock swelled and after a moment stood bolt upright. Jack guessed she was right when she said once that father's cock was smaller, much smaller. She climbed into bed, over him, and slowly inserted his cock. She asked, fast? slow? Yes, slowly? Apparently that was the choice, she rode very slowly and began to masturbate at the same time. She rode very slowly and for a very long time, then she stopped, apparently he squirted. Then she continued masturbating and finished with a loud, jerking orgasm. Jack helped her put her father again to bed. She covered him, turned out the light, and came back into the kitchen, naked, clothes in hand. She would take a shower and then go to bed, would he come too?

Before they fucked, he asked if it had been good? He said he enjoyed watching, it was very horny and arousing to watch them fuck. She said at first she didn't find it arousing, but then she saw the flash in his eyes and felt that he had a good orgasm and had squirted quite hard like before. She laughed that his beloved body part was the only one that still worked. Jack added, some fingers too, he could push the remote control buttons. And I deliberately masturbated right in front of him, she said, because I'm sure he was very embarrassed and I wanted to rub his nose in the fact that I also profited from his stupid affair. Your father had let me know, that only dirty, filthy sluts masturbated. Jack didn't quite understand her train of thought, but he kept quiet. From now on she fucked the father every Friday night and Jack watched her from the kitchen, on the one hand because he was lustful and on the other hand because he helped her at the end in taking care of the father. When Anni stayed on her father's cock and masturbated, she sometimes had a sardonic, contemptuous tug around the corner of her mouth. Jack now had time again to go through his technical literature while he sat in the living room and the father watched TV.

Otherwise, none of this had any effect on their ménage, the father sleeping in the living room on the first floor, the three of them enjoying themselves in bedrooms on the second floor. It was a quiet, unspectacular time. When Jo came to spend the night, she sat with the father and held his hand. Jo offered the mother, if she wanted, that she should also fuck the old man for a change, she would be very happy to do it and the uncle would certainly not mind, he would certainly like it. But the mother angrily waved it off, after all it was her husband and her duty, and not Jo's. It was the only time that anything like dissonance arose. The discord lasted only a minute, then everything went back to normal. Later he brought it up again when he visited Jo. Jack knew the reason, Jo had fucked his father many times as a young girl before he met her mother. She told Jack that she just wanted to give something back to her uncle, as she didn't feel abused, but on the contrary, had been fucked very lovingly, very respectfully and gentlemanlike by his old man. Jo smiled mischievously as she confessed to him that when she visited him and Anni for a threesome, she waited sitting by the bedside until they went upstairs for a shower. Then she would grope the old man and give him a quick hand job once he was erect. Jack and she laughed happily, because he liked that.

Jo visited him on her mornings off and helped him lift her father out of bed and get dressed. When she noticed her father's morning wood, she exchanged a glance with Jack and took off her panties. She fucked the old man and made him squirt, and when the stiffness remained, a second time. She loved his father and was always very sweet in her actions. His eyes flashed with pleasure when she stroked his cheeks and gave him beautiful orgasms afterwards. Jack often got so horny watching her that he immediately dragged her to his room afterwards and fucked her until his horniness was satisfied. They kept it a secret from Anni, but she made a remark during a threesome that she knew after all. Jack pulled his head between his shoulders, this was going to be fun! Jo's honest explanation that she just wanted to return something nice to the old man that she had received as a gift from him reassured Anni, because she had always suspected that her husband had had something with Jo before her. She said she didn't mind and Jo did it whenever it came up.

When Jo came over in the evening and felt like screwing her father, Anni would sit in the kitchen and watch. She looked with favor on Jo's youthful body, which obviously gave her husband so much pleasure. Although she had watched Jack and Jo fuck hundreds of times, Jo was fucking her uncle in a very different way. At first, she bobbed on his cock in a squat position until she realized he was ready. She lowered herself completely onto his cock and you could tell exactly by the contractions of the muscles of her butt that she was massaging him with her vagina as he squirted. Afterwards she sat still because he was still stiff and the movements of her butt showed how she was making him completely stiff again with her vaginal muscles. She stroked her uncle's chest, cheeks and face for a very long time before she started rocking. It usually took a long time, but Jo seemed to sense exactly when he was ready and bent over, her butt twitching up and down faster and faster like the rear end of a wasp. She stopped immediately when he squirted and gave his cock a long time to go limp in her vagina. Most of the time she sucked and licked the cock completely clean before covering him up. Jo never masturbated in front of her uncle and fucked him once or twice a week, Anni stubbornly stuck to her Friday. When Jo didn't think about it being Friday, the old man had a feast day and was fucked by two women, though not often. Anni once said to Jo that she really fucked her husband quite great, much better than her.

About a year later, on a Friday night, it was going on as usual on Friday nights, the mother was fucking the father and then masturbating with the still stiff cock in her vagina. Suddenly she called for Jack all excited, pointing at the father and breathing that he was dead. Jack tried to feel his old man's pulse, to feel his breath, then shook his head. At last she rose and the dead man's still half‐stiff cock slipped from her vagina. They washed the father, who had a thin trickle of semen running down his belly, covered him properly, and called for rescue.

Jack hid his guilty conscience to Anni that maybe this last festive day with two women had been too much for his old heart, he didn't want to burden her. Jo suffered a lot because that Friday morning his erection lasted much longer than usual and she let him squirt gently, the second time she fucked him very long and demanding but he could not squirt anymore. She felt guilty and Jack could only console her a little with the fact that the father had left in the middle of making love to mother, a very beautiful, love‐filled death.

He helped organize the funeral and all the official business. They spent the next two weeks quietly grieving in seclusion; he had asked Jo to let them grieve alone for a week or two. He knew it was sad and painful for Jo, too, but she understood him and said she was understanding and could manage quite well on her own. He called Jo daily and spent time with her, very close to her.

The Admirers

In the evenings, Jack and Anni would clasp each other and he would caress her naked body to soothe her when she cried. When she wasn't crying, she told anecdotes of their life together, of their admirers, of whom their father was very jealous. Jack, after all, was in boarding school until he was 14, and her husband worked and slept at the company. In an aside, she slipped out that it never came to more than secret handjobs; she had never, ever cheated on the father. Jack immediately inquired. Since she kept giving the admirers handjobs, but they weren't allowed to screw her, they stayed away and the father's jealousy subsided. Jack continued to probe. Yes, some admirers were very persistent and probably got three dozen handjobs, but none were allowed to touch and tease more than her cunt. With none did she fuck, never, although very often she was so well teased that she almost did it with excitement. But it never happened, because she was faithful and knew that the father worked diligently in the evening, she was faithful to him and had never fucked with anyone else.

He drilled on, for her stories wound like garlands with ever new confessions, becoming more detailed each time, circling treacherously around the shamefully hidden truth. Yes, at the handjobs, she finally said, at the very back of the stone bench in front of the thuja bushes, she let the seed splash into the grass at the first ones. The stone bench, you remember, where you for the first time masturbated in my palm. Jack nodded. Later she rubbed the cocks right in front of her cleft and let the semen splash on her cleft, at leas some, although it disgusted her to be splashed on. But because she usually got very aroused, she would push the admirer's cock really deep into her vagina before squirting and let him squirt in, that's not disgusting. And no, if someone tried to fuck her afterwards, she pushed the naughty guy back after a few thrusts, a few at least, because she had never cheated on father! Yes, she said in her somewhat confused narrative, it was only because she was very aroused, the squirting relieved her of the tension.

And when the tension finally subsided and she slowly realized that he had started fucking her after all, she rarely waited that long for him to squirt, but pushed him back. Unfortunately very few, she admitted contritely, only very few, that is, one at least. But because it was usually already too late and he simply continued fucking until he squirted, then HE had crossed the threshold, SHE was faithful and SHE was not fucking! Because her excitement was often so strong, she rarely noticed that some, some more, very many even did not wait for the handjob and immediately penetrated her vagina, they fucked and squirted, many needed it a second and third time. She let them, of course she tolerated it, because they were all friends. Most only came to her a few times, some remained long time admirers. Jack asked how many she fucked? Then she thought and hesitantly admitted that it was almost all of them, maybe 25 or 28, only some, about another 2 or 3, were satisfied with the handjob or squirting in and didn't fuck her. But none SHE fucked, just a handjob, and then possibly squirting in her vagina. That was NOT fucking, she was right, wasn't she? And the 25 or 28 had crossed the prohibition threshold with fucking, not her, SHE was always faithful to her husband! Jack wondered how differently they thought about fidelity and sexuality and muttered bitterly, maybe Dad ONLY screwed his secretary in the evenings, while her admirers penetrated her vagina, fucked her and squirted inside. NO, she said, NO! She was by now highly aroused by Jack's gentle stroking during her confessions and pulled him to her. They made love again for the first time after two weeks of mourning. Thoughtfully, she said in a pause before they continued, it could be, maybe he had many affairs, the bastard! But I NEVER cheated on him, although I would have had very many opportunities! Jack mumbled, she was right, the next fucking was more important to him than a moral discussion.

Two days later, during a recovery break, he brought up the admirers again, she should please tell everything again, he had almost forgotten everything because they had fucked so hard afterwards. She enjoyed Jack's arousing stroking and agreed right away, she had checked her diaries yesterday so at least the numbers were right. The worship period lasted about 15 years, until his 50th birthday, you remember? There were 3 that just wanted a hand job and never came back.

Totally there were a lot more, but she hadn't taken daily notes then, but she thought there might well have been more than 30 in a half year. Only at the very beginning did she let the seed splash into the grass in the garden. Most of them wanted to squirt on her cleft, but she was disgusted by that and pushed the cock into her vagina before squirting. When she masturbated the cock in her vagina, the hand movements on her labia and the movements of the glans in her vagina sometimes almost made her orgasm. If he squirted too soon, she would finger fuck herself to orgasm, all shy and bashful because she was ashamed to do it in front of someone she wasn't very familiar with. While watching, most became horny again and had another erection. For many, the second handjob lasted a very long time, she plunged the masturbated cock deep into her vagina with her hand, again and again, there she almost always came to orgasm and did not have to humiliate herself to finger fuck.

She chose the most from the customer base of his company, hardly anyone refused. Mostly she sat on the lap of the sitting man, plugged his glans into her vagina and gave him a handjob. In the beginning she had 2 or 3 admirers in a row in the evening, but she never came to orgasm. But one day the cathedral vicar came, who had heard about her in the confessional, and he had his own ideas about how he wanted it. He did not remain seated on the living room couch, but lay down on his back. Go ahead, my daughter, he said, and had her squat down over him. She wanted to serve the tall gentleman with her hand, but he pulled her deeper, deeper and deeper still, until his cock was entirely in her vagina. She was supposed to hold the root of the cock tightly with her hand and bob her butt up and down. That was such a good feeling, to feel the holy pole inside her, to feel it in her vagina while bobbing up and down, that she orgasmed quite fast and squeezed and pressed the noble lord's cock so that it squeaked with pleasure.

She propped herself up on his chest with both hands, wiggling her butt seductively before sliding up and down on his cock again. He placed his hands on her bottom, giving her a good feel for his rhythm. She felt each jet of semen as he squirted. This did her so much good that she had an orgasm very quickly. She was now purposefully bobbing up and down rapidly, she and he were having orgasms, one after the other. He remained a permanent guest for about three years, coming over once or twice a month and enjoying her squatting on him and making him squirt while bobbing, no handjob of course. Whenever he left, she would look up at him and ask the same thing, that nonsensical: and, heaven? The vicar looked satisfied and said unctuously, Heaven loves you very much, my daughter! He put ‐ as always ‐ two large bills on the dresser before he left.

Her behavior had been completely changed by the high holy gentleman. She began rocking on her admirer's lap, holding her cock on course with one hand, rocking back and forth, cock sliding in, cock sliding out. She orgasmed easily in the process and so did he. She carefully selected those who held course themselves and also enjoyed her rocking themselves, which became more and more violent towards orgasm, and also expected no more handjobs. The rocking and swaying ended when the group of those admirers appeared who wanted to fuck her. Handjob, that was poppycock! Fucking, fucking and fucking, that's all they wanted. Heaven loved her, she was sure, because now she could practically prove her steadfastness, her unbreakable loyalty to her husband.

And there were 38 suitors who had screwed her, but she had never screwed along, she always had her husband in her thoughts, she had never cheated on him! The 38 didn't want a handjob, they wanted to fuck her. She had always strictly refused that. But she loved it when her cunt was tenderly teased and her arousal was increased immeasurably. While she in turn made the cock nice and stiff with her hand and mouth, she said she would not fuck in any case, and if he had to so badly, then she would let him, but she would always think of her husband and never be unfaithful to him, never! All the admirers got it right away, and when the cock was tight enough, she would let go, lean back and close her eyes, because she was thinking of her husband, of her fidelity, and it was up to the admirer whether he wanted to fuck her, screw her, and shagg her, and whether he really wanted to do it to this virtuous, demure‐looking, and possibly deeply faithful wife.

Of course, the 38 mentioned were only those worth mentioning in the diary. There were, of course, in truth many more, because many were not good for orgasm or did not pay. These ephemera did not make it into the diary. She knew the truth and despised the men who just put it in her, squirted and just left. Those men didn't count for her, they immediately disappeared from her memory. So only those 38 remained worth mentioning. If she imagined something firmly and repeated it incessantly, it became actual and true. That's how it was, all her life.

All wanted and fucked her, all squirted in her vagina as often as they could. But SHE never fucked, that had to do the admirer already himself. Many wanted a second time, some could three times. Yes, of course, she answered, she almost always had an orgasm, she almost always had that while fucking. That was also the reason why she felt a little unfaithful after all, because when she orgasmed she clawed at her admirer and forgot to think about her husband when the explosion was very violent. Since she had been fucking the cock quite firmly for a long time before and during her orgasm until it exploded and then subsided, she usually felt deep sadness that she had let herself get carried away with fucking. But it was only an unconscious reaction of her body, a quasi animalistic, automatic reflex, she told herself, she didn't want to fuck and never doubted her true fidelity.

She remembered one admirer, he had a big cock, but she only got as far as very close to climax. He was one of the few with whom she immediately brought herself to orgasm with two fingers thrusting, although she was very embarrassed because he was watching so greedily and obviously lustfully, but she had to do it immediately. She cried then, because yes, she never thought about her husband during the finger fucking. She cried while the fool again stirred his cock around in her vagina and could not manage anything except to squirt like a fountain. And yes, the bottom line was that there were many who watched her finger fuck, even though the display of her finger fucking to the cathartic orgasm filled her with great shame and was very embarrassing. Most were aroused from watching and were allowed to fuck again. Many asked her after sex to please‐do it again, they loved watching! With these men, the embarrassment was lost and she fucked herself liberated, shameless and disinhibited in front of his eyes.

Jack had found that she was much more honest when he gently stroked her, touching her clit very gently. In this state of mild arousal, she answered everything truthfully. Yes, she discovered finger fucking when her father slept at work during the week and didn't come home until the weekend. She lay awake for nights stroking herself endlessly, rubbing her labia with the flat of her palm, as she had experienced on the Graduation trip, but her legs twitched and trembled when she carelessly touched her sensitive anomaly in the process. The labia stroking was exciting when she left out the sensitive spot, she imitated being fucked at some point and so it happened that she climaxed all by herself. Every day during the week she fingerfucked herself to orgasm and felt released and wonderfully relaxed afterwards. Sometimes several times. Father usually came Saturday night and went to sleep immediately. Sunday morning they fucked as long as he could. She resigned herself to it, but his condition was rapidly declining. Sometimes, despite loving mouth‐ and handwork, they failed to make his cock stiff, and fucking with a half‐soak succeeded less and less often. Gradually it became routine for her to finger fuck on Saturday night and Sunday morning when he was still asleep. After all, she wasn't even 30 yet and still needed at least one orgasm a day! He sometimes woke up and watched, getting a hard‐on and fucking her like in the good old days. Then, when he couldn't take it anymore, he once said, transferring his aggression against himself to her, that was "ugh, decent women didn't do themselves, only unchaste, sex‐crazed sluts!" It was very hurtful, that rebuke. Since then she never did it again when he was around, the weekends became long and joyless. That's when she decided to give in to the urges of her admirers and get her daily orgasm that way. At this time she also began to trim all the hair that was not part of the actual bush and shave around her cleft. The carefully trimmed bush should point like a golden arrow to her love gate, under the wooded pubic mound, the naked slit should draw all attention to itself.

She sighed happily because Jack excited her clit so finely and delicately and told frankly. She first called those who had flirted with her at previous garden parties, because she could instinctively distinguish flirting and flirting well. Already on the phone, she bluntly let the admirers know that she now had what they always wanted from her and she never said no. When the suitor knocked on the window in the evening, she opened in a sophisticated, completely transparent veil dress, which highlighted her nakedness underneath lasciviously and obscenely in the backlight of the anteroom. In keeping with the fashion of the time, she also had some gorgeous, lace‐trimmed baby‐dolls that reached only to her navel and particularly accentuated her nude‐trimmed slit.

The impressed men silently followed her into the living room, where, if it was his first visit, she made the rules of the game clear over the first glass of wine. Handjob or even sex, but she would not actively participate, because she did not want to cheat on her husband. She would not cuddle or kiss, but she would let his hand slide over her thighs, her pubic, yes, she would willingly open her thighs so that he could tease her cunt comfortably. Just as willingly, she brought his cock to stiffness with her mouth and hands, and when they were both aroused, she would lean back, cover her eyes with her forearm, or watch him – one hastily, the other thoughtfully and slowly – enter her vagina. She let him fuck her like a lifeless doll and watched it like an outsider, only clawing at him when he orgasmed, sometimes fucking his cock wildly until her orgasm came and died away. After the orgasm she was usually sad, because she never thought of her husband, but only of her selfish satisfaction. When one pulled out his cock and squirted over her masturbating, she told him to leave his cock inside next time, she couldn't get pregnant and it was disgusting to be squirted on.

Most came to her daily, she had her daily orgasms and it relaxed her a lot, it was much more pleasant and natural than finger fucking. Unfortunately, none stayed longer than two‐three weeks, then she had to search her husband's address book again for a next suitor. This balance allowed her to endure the long weekends; father rarely fucked her on Sunday mornings. Instead of fucking, he sat up and showered her with jealous accusations and baseless suspicions that she was screwing all his friends. She remained outwardly completely cool, because none of his circle of friends would confirm him to fuck his wife. I am faithful to you, she always said and swallowed, because when she orgasmed she did fuck, she knew that only too well, but only because the body was set up with this automatic reflex, and she really couldn't help that! When his tirades had died down, he hummed good‐naturedly and they fucked peacefully. Rarely, but still, her mouth‐ and handiwork managed to get fucked a second time, and more rarely a third. Still, she felt they were drifting apart the more infrequently they fucked each other.

Jack was glad that the mourning period had ended with her now telling him everything truthfully, and he saw no need at all for a morality‐soaked debate about whether or not she had cheated on her father for fifteen years. In any case, it set his view of her straight, she was not the sexless and unsullied virgin as he had considered her up to the Australia vacation, but had it fistful behind the ears with all sky‐scraping naivety and completely twisted concept of fidelity! Aloud, he said, she was perfectly justified in getting her daily orgasm without feeling she was cheating on her husband. Yes, she whispered excitedly next to his ear, the daily orgasm I needed, often several times a day! And she whispered, come fuck me, make me feel good!

At some point, when talking about her admirers again, she mentioned that the admirers initially brought a good bottle of wine or champagne. Then, when one left a bill on the living room table as he was leaving, she was taken aback. When she told the next one about it, he did likewise, and soon it became quite natural for the suitors to give her gifts of money. Jack looked at her with wide eyes and dropped jaw. She interpreted that he didn't believe her, so she dug out a silver casket from her nightstand, there, look, there's quite a bit left! Jack shook his head disapprovingly, hoarding so much money in the house, then he counted the bills and grumbled that one could buy a big, a very big car with it, but she waved it off, she didn't have a driver's license. But what she had spent it on were gifts for her father or him. The first astronomical telescope, she had also bought him with it, and many other things. Jack, who couldn't stand her begging puppy‐dog eyes for long, grumbled that it was all right, they were only gifts of money, she shouldn't worry about it. He almost remarked that Jo also received "only" gifts of money, but he bit his tongue in time and kept silent.

Jack stroked her gently and erotically, and she kept telling something new about her admirers. That many were already surprisingly squirting in her mouth while arousing her with their hands and mouths was not new to her, because her father liked it also very much and she had to sigh to make him stiff again. The picture rounded off when she admitted in small morsels that with some, with all actually, she could barely last a minute playing the lifeless doll, and threw herself at the cocks with full force and passion. What on earth if the guy couldn't get anything done? Fear drove her to do everything she could to get her orgasm! That was her drive after all, she was never going to cheat on his father! She fucked and fucked herself to a redemptive little death, after orgasms she rested and let her beau continue the good deed until she was aroused again or he squirted and she had to struggle again to get him hard so she could get to her well deserved next orgasm. But she always thought of her husband, with whom she fucked and screwed just as she did with her admirer. And because she always thought of him, she remained faithful to him, at least in her heart. And she learned that the more passionately she fucked the beau, the more likely she was to fuck three times, so she had at least three orgasms, sometimes more. After a successful evening, at least she would not have needed the finger fucking right away, although then she always did it anyway, usually several times, until she fell asleep exhausted.

She cried softly as she confessed to Jack that most suitors just wanted to be ridden by her after their first cum. Whether they were too lazy or too exhausted, she didn't know, but they all wanted to be ridden, right from the start. She crossed herself and sent a push prayer to heaven that it would not be entered in her sin register as infidelity, while she stiffened the cock with her mouth and hand. Heaven made her feel quite clearly that it was not infidelity once the pleasure‐giver had become stiff. The admirer mostly stayed seated in the fauteuil, she sat on his lap facing him and inserted his cock. She embraced him and rode slowly at first, then faster and faster when she felt the coming of her orgasm approaching.

She enjoyed these hour‐long sessions, because she could orgasm as often as she came. Most admirers hornily palpated her beautifully shaped ass and humped her butt hole with a finger, which wonderfully intensified and accelerated her orgasms. The combination of feeling his cock in her vagina and being fucked by him with a finger in her bottom triggered her orgasm in no time, often after a few seconds. She rode so devotedly afterwards that her admirers repeated it as often as they could. One of her admirers went limp after his first cum, but fucked her so long with his finger in her butt until she gave up exhausted from orgasms.

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Sometimes she had to ask a suitor to fuck her with his finger in her bottom, and some enjoyed her begging and pleading for it, but it was just a game. They all squirted pleasurably in her vagina as many times as they could until they finally went limp. She whispered tearfully in Jack's ear that she sometimes doubted her fidelity, for she did not think of her husband again until the admirer had gone. But she could always feel quite clearly that Heaven graciously smiled upon her orgasm and never entered it into the register of sins as infidelity. If she thought about it rightly, it was all 38 of them that she rode passionately every day until the relationship with the beau ended.

Some also wanted anal sex, but she didn't like that at all at first. Nevertheless, she made exceptions because the admirers paid her princely for it. She had procured gel and creamed herself as a precaution, then it did not hurt at all. She endured the procedure on all fours, often several times in a row, but she could not orgasm. There was only one who penetrated her ass in the missionary position and wanted to watch her finger fuck. She enjoyed lying on her back spreading her long slender legs like butterfly wings and teasing him with the sight of her. Mostly she played with her labia before letting him penetrate her ass. The more excited she got while finger fucking, the better he fucked. She couldn't feel his squirting, yet her orgasms while ass fucking in this position were insanely awesome. He could fuck and squirt twice, very rarely three times. For that she had many very nice orgasms. She loved these orgasms very much, because they were very, very intense. He was allowed to squirt in her ass as often as he wanted, because that way it lasted longer and she orgasmed as often as she could. He was rich and paid her princely during all those years.

Naturally, she told the other admirers about it, and many wanted to try it too. She never went on all fours anymore, but seductively spread her butterfly wings in the missionary position. For most, a single try was enough, but some made it a regular ritual and fucked her in the ass after they had had a vaginal romp. When Jack asked, after much thought she replied that she had anal intercourse once or twice a week, but it was horny every time because she could make herself orgasm and also the lascivious exhibition in front of the admirer brought an extra kick. And money, of course.

Crying, she hugged her Jack, for this confession made her soul shudder sadly and sob, also because she believed her own web of lies to be true ‐ most of it really was, and she only lied when she wanted to embellish or conceal something. It was just the arousal, she sobbed, that damned unconscious and automatic reflex of her body, why she had fucked the hell out of everyone‐s mind. And, because I needed that orgasm so badly, your father was never around to do it to me! Jack stroked her, finding it very hard to stand her crying. "Thousands of times I fucked from orgasm to orgasm in those fifteen lean years," she whispered crying, "never once thinking about your father!" Jack stroked her gently to make her stop crying. "This was neither bad nor unfaithful," he assured softly. Jack felt perfectly well that he could have dug much deeper into her sexual adventures, but he felt heartily sorry for her and preferred to let it be.

She stopped crying in relief, because her Jack understood her, didn't think her thousandfold screwing, humping and fucking with her admirers was infidelity either, the good dear boy! She was, of course, in her right mind and knew perfectly well that she had fucked all her admirers, that she had cheated on her husband day after day after day, that she had let them pay her handsomely. And knew very well that with that money she could have bought not one, but ten or more of the expensive limousines Jack had mentioned, because she had shown Jack only one of the caskets. She would have been very ashamed if he had found out the full extent of her whoring. But it did her immense good to have Jack take the innocent line from her, her dear, good Jack! For a split second she regretted having let him believe in her innocence and fidelity with ever more intricate tall tales. She now told daily, quite liberated and in great detail, about her admirers and her sexual adventures, wept with emotion, and amazingly never again claimed that she had always been faithful.

Jack had remembered one detail carefully. In the aftermath, when she rode him, he would reach around her and carefully insert a finger into her butt hole. She looked at him coyly, but also expectantly, as if asking him if he really wanted it. He soon loved how nice her orgasm became when he fucked her ass with a finger. It became part of her repertoire, and he was always pleased when she flew from orgasm to orgasm, whooping. Jo also joined in when she licked Anni. Jo licked her up, from the first orgasm she humped Anni's butt hole and let her continue orgasming every half minute, orgasm after orgasm, until Anni had to stop.

Innocence at the beginning

Jack eventually stroked her again, gently and calculatingly, and kept asking her out. Now, her husband dead, she can report freely to Jack every sexual adventure, every fucking and whoring in those fifteen years. No, there was no playing doctor in her youth, but every night in bed she kneaded and stroked her labia and became virtually addicted to the accompanying arousal, which helped her fall asleep. At about 11, a classmate showed her how a hand job went. Before she met her first lover at 16, she did as many handjobs as she could, there were maybe more than a hundred. Word had gotten around that she gave handjobs in exchange for small gifts. But only to classmates, never to outsiders and once even to a high school graduate. She didn't do blowjobs, but for a generous donation, at the end of the handjob she would take the cock in her mouth and let him squirt in. At 16, she fell in love with Jeremiah, Jerry, a year older and one of the smartest she ever met. He wasn't jealous when she earned extra pocket money with handjobs and in‐the‐mouth‐squirting, and stayed in the background as a protector, though he confessed to her that watching often turned him on a lot. He liked her a lot, they cuddled and kissed, she gave him as many handjobs as he wanted and made him cum in her mouth. Jerry had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen and a large glans in comparison. He caressed her small, budding breasts as she worked his cock. It always took some clever improvisation to find an undisturbed spot. One day, as they rolled and cuddled on the floor in the materials storage area by the gym, she looked at him hard and said she wanted to make love, really fuck him. He sheepishly said he never had, and she smiled, neither had she, she was a virgin too.

They pulled their pants down to their ankles, she lay on her back and Jerry over her, in a push‐up. She rubbed his cock until it was hard, wetting her labia with lots of saliva. She steered Jerry to her vaginal entrance and he gently penetrated. She felt a small twinge as her hymen tore, then they fucked long and persistently, and she had her first orgasm. They stayed together for almost two years, reading together in the school library all about contraception, ovulation, and days ready to conceive. Together they calculated whether they could fuck. Sometimes they bought condoms, but it was just a tool for them both on those dangerous days. Jerry's parents were very nice and kind to her, they never bothered her when they were having fun in his room in the afternoons, although they knew it very well. Only his naughty little sister would sometimes watch through the crack in the door. Jerry could fuck really well, from today's point of view it was probably his big glans from which she got her nice orgasms. She was very happy to have so many orgasms and loved fucking more than anything. Even after he graduated from high school, they stayed together until she was charmed by the junior manager during a trial practice in the big pharmaceutical company. She succumbed to his wooing, they fucked in the warehouse between the shelves. Infinitely sad, she poured Jerry pure wine and comforted him in his heartbreak. She took turns screwing both of them until they graduated from high school, after which his father won. A year later they married, Jack was on his way. You, my love!

The end was not quite as she portrayed it, of course, but she never wanted to tell Jack the truth. In the year leading up to the wedding, she was alone a lot, because her father loved his work more than the many nonsensical hours wasted on the details of planning a patrician wedding. Jerry, on the other hand, loved to listen to her and was lavishly rewarded with sex. She loved being fucked by him very much. Although she kept admonishing Jerry to pull his cock out before squirting so she wouldn't get pregnant by him, this rarely happened. When he did dutifully pull it out before squirting, she would quickly sit up, take the cock in her mouth and let it squirt in, because Jerry loved it too. Mostly, though, he squirted first into her vagina. He squirted much less semen than her husband, but she could make him hard several times in a row with seductive mouth‐ and tongue play and keep fucking him. She gave herself to him passionately, as his thick glans gave her a wonderful orgasm every time. Please don't make me a child, she begged, to which he only said, I'll make you a child, we both want it! She had long since lost track of her days when she was ready to conceive and was completely surprised when the gynecologist confirmed her pregnancy a few weeks before the wedding. Her husband grumbled contentedly, having done his duty, but kissed her warmly and two days later brought her a pair of beautiful earrings from the jeweler. Jerry turned white as a sheet, but he was very happy and proud. For hours she lay awake at night, pondering desperately which of the two was the father of her child. As the wedding approached, she was already very nervous and asked Jerry to wait for her call until after the honeymoon.

The wedding was magnificent and she enjoyed being the center of attention. They did not reveal the pregnancy yet, the honeymoon was to be in France. The day before, the phone shrilled, her husband had to go to the company immediately. She heard exactly what had happened, but she didn't understand or care. No honeymoon. We'll make up for it later, her new husband said, I promise! She cried only for a moment, then immediately called Jerry. During the pregnancy, her sexual appetite increased, and since his father again preferred to stay at the factory, she screwed Jerry as often as he could. When she went to the clinic to give birth, she was alone. Her husband promised to join her immediately, which he did not ‐ after all, the tasks at the factory had to be solved immediately.

Whenever the door to her room was opened because the nurses were coming or going, she saw Jerry sitting outside. Usually he made a shy gesture with his hand. He wasn't allowed to see her, after all; he was a nobody. She smiled at him, because she no longer felt lonely when they furtively shook hands. She watched him sit there all night until the child came. In an unguarded moment, he slipped to her for a moment and wordlessly kissed her forehead, then scurried out again unseen. When the baby, freshly washed, was placed on her belly, they both realized that he could not be Jack's father. Jerry left the clinic with his shoulders slumped, not recognizing Mr. Director, who rushed in with a huge bouquet of flowers and an oversized box of pralinés in his hand.

She screwed them both until little Jack was about eight. Then Jerry went overseas to continue his studies, only then did their relationship effectively end. Jerry stayed in the United States, but never forgot to send a birthday‐ and Christmas card every year. Her husband only grumbled when another card arrived, but his jealousy waned because this rival was far, far away. All the while he was sure she had been cheating on him with Jerry for years, but he silently ate it up and did nothing to turn it off and they never talked honestly about it.

Jack grew splendidly, and she had to admit to herself one day that he looked just like Jerry. She kept this secret to herself and no one ever found out. She, of course, sent Jerry a picture of Jack every year. It wasn't until Jack was already a graduate student that Jerry came to visit once. Jack immediately recognized his spitting image and embraced him with emotion. Fatherhood was never an issue, although all three of them knew it. Jack maintained a lifelong pen friendship with Jerry.

The Graduation Trip

Neither her husband nor Jack told Anni a single word about the Graduation trip. One week Costa Brava. Most enjoyed sun, beach and sea, but a small, sworn group stayed in the hotel, a sexual orgy was announced. She did not belong to this clique, but a friend took her by the hand, she belonged from now on also to it, which was already great for her ego. Anni was glad that the Graduation trip did not take place during the dangerous days when she was ready to conceive. They opened the intermediate door of two apartment rooms, forming a large free space. She stored her bathing stuff, including the bikini, in a closet, because everyone was already naked. One, playing the boss, gave out the motto: Booze, sex and lesbian! Everything may, nothing must, but there would be no No! One sat closely to closely, naked bodies sweating pressed against each other and they drank everything what was available. Drinks could be ordered by the case as well as pizza or fast food, porn videos ran on the VCR. The record player made Adamo howl in love, the Beatles competed with Cliff Richards and Elvis, the King.

She was not used to alcohol and soon drunk as a skunk, sometimes completely in a fog, sometimes she appeared briefly, only to sink right back into a deep drunken stupor. She laughed completely hysterically when in turn the general fucking started, laughed further when the first and then the second and third boy fucked her. Everyone looked up at her loud, shrill orgasms, soon some were crowding around her and the boss was yelling the next motto: Gangbang, Woodstock‐style! She didn't know later how many had fucked her, gangbang‐style one right after the other, in the ring of bawling spectators. She moaned and shrieked orgasmingly, dozens of times, with every fuck. Sometimes she was handed a cup, which she emptied in one go, then she went on even drunker. All around the couples were fucking, and she threatened to doze off in the middle of the fuck. She woke up abruptly when the boy fucking her lay down on his back and penetrated her from below. A second boy excitedly played with her butt cheeks, stroking them and rubbing her asshole with some cream, then penetrated from behind. It hurt at first, but then she orgasmed several times with two cocks inside her, screaming of joy. Although she didn't enjoy anal intercourse that much at first, the guys managed two more rounds and she a dozen orgasms, which amazed her a lot. After sunset some slept, some still fucked or watched the porn video masturbating.

She slept fitfully, one ate, drank and fucked in the morning again in turn like the day before. The boss, a colorful tattooed Valkyrie with menacingly large breasts and clean‐shaven pubis, yelled the next motto, Lesbian at the dinner table! but no one laughed. The three girls who had already made lesbian love to the Valkyrie yesterday challenged other girls to make lesbian love. They seized the hesitant, the procrastinating girls and made love to them. The guys watched hornily and jeered when a pair of girls changed positions or girls. Anni, heavily intoxicated, was lying on floor cushions when a girl approached. No, she had never done this before, but the girl said that a No does not count in an orgy. She allowed the girl stroked her all over, but pressed her legs together because she didn't want to be fingered on her cunt.

The girl kissed and stroked Anni from above down to the navel and teased her so finely that her hearing and seeing passed and she gasped and moaned with excitement. The girl kissed, licked and caressed her inner thighs until her thighs parted as if by magic. The girl licked and kissed her labia and licked her to orgasm, did not stop after that and she had whooping screaming orgasms one after another. She kept asking the girl to lick her again, she had never imagined it so wonderful. At noon she got even more drunk and fucked every lad within reach. Some girls licked her to hot, violent orgasms, which she enjoyed more and more each time. In her drunken stupor she wondered if she might be a lesbian, but then she giggled, drank, and muttered to herself that she preferred the fucking after all. When the two boys asked her if they could do it again front and back, she refused and fucked one and gave the other a handjob at the same time, which was quite complicated. She didn't think much of anal sex.

When she woke up the next morning, almost everyone was already gone. She got some sandwiches and vodka with orange, alternatively there would have been orange with vodka. In one corner the Valkyrie was licking a girl, then a boy came along and prepared to mount the Valkyrie from behind. The Valkyrie wanted to shoo him away, but the girl reminded her that there was no No. Reluctantly, the Valkyrie gave in, later forgetting to continue licking while screwing and waving a hand between her legs. She groaned quite loudly while orgasming and licked the girl anew, the boy continued and squirted violently thrusting. The Valkyrie whispered with the boy that he could not fuck the girl because she had her days ready to conceive and that only she was available. The boy nodded, the Valkyrie continued to lick her girl and he fucked her from behind. He rammed diligently and the Valkyrie did not interrupt her licking as he widened her buttocks quite tightly with excitement and squirted into her hugely large vagina under the huge Valkyrie ass. Anni crawled up close and knelt next to the boy and took a closer look at the large, open gaping vagina of the Valkyrie as the boy spread her butt cheeks wide before squirting. Anni palpated the clean‐shaven pubic area, gently teasing the large labia and looking deep inside the vagina, as the boy pulled his cock out each time so that the dark tunnel of her vagina was clearly visible before he thrust forward into her gullet again.

Anni continued to watch, fascinated, and when the boy paused again and the Valkyrie licked her girl kneeling on all fours, she lay down directly under the Valkyrie and palpated her pubis, her vagina. Besides the thick labia, she saw the jagged, as if torn looking labia minora, which she mistakenly thought were remnants of the hymen. She touched everything curiously and gave in to an impulse and licked the pubis, labia and the torn hymen with her tongue, it tasted like vanilla and also salty, probably it was the boy's semen. The Valkyrie pushed her sex on her tongue promptly, she licked obediently and put in a trill with tongue again and again, as she had observed with the girls. The Valkyrie grunted approvingly and Anni did her best. Again and again the Valkyrie pressed the region of her anomaly on her tongue, Anni licked in wonder, for she had a little hump right in the middle of the anomaly just as she had. When Anni used to feel herself after orgasms, she also had such a small sensitive hump.

The Valkyrie didn't seem to mind being licked at the anomaly, she didn't twitch or tremble. Anni continued to lick there and slowly she noticed the rapidly increasing arousal of the Valkyrie, whose hump was already quite hardened from the many licks. With a loud, roaring squeezing sound, the Valkyrie came to orgasm and squeezed her twitching, pumping vagina onto Anni's mouth. Anni, who had been concentrating on licking until now, became aware that the handsome boy was fucking her, at the same time the Valkyrie wiggled her abdomen and gasped, again, again! Despite her disappointment that she couldn't take care of getting fucked and climaxing herself, she licked anew, concentrating on the small, firm hump and giving the Valkyrie another two orgasms, violent, explosive eruptions of the mountain of flesh in front of her face. The boy let go of her without having squirted and Anni freed herself from the wet, hot steaming embrace of the giantess, who went to the bathroom and was stopped noisily and hornily when she returned and stayed away for a long time.

Anni wanted to feel the boy's erection inside her again, his slim, smooth boy penis feeling so good, but he slid toward the masturbating girl, sinking his cock into her sweet little vagina. Anni's disappointment faded as she pressed her fingers in between her labia and his cock, feeling the glans. She encircled the shaft with her fingers and rubbed it, pulling the foreskin back again and again with her fingertips, feeling his twitch as she masturbated the cock in the girl's vagina. She felt his come and felt his seed shoot into the girl's vagina over her fingertips. The girl gasped as she masturbated, continuing to work the glans in her vagina until the squirting stopped. Anni palpated the hard‐on, pulled it out of her vagina and masturbated it thoughtfully. After a few minutes, she sensed that he was about to squirt. He kept his eyes closed and grunted comfortably as Anni very slowly reinserted first his glans, then his whole cock into the masturbating girl's vagina. The boy continued to fuck very slowly. After her fingers and her knuckles opened the girl's vagina all the way, Anni was able to easily insert the three longest fingers along the cock.

Anni was not irritated by his fuck movements, masturbated him further with her fingers and pulled his foreskin back very tightly again and again. It was a handjob in a very tight space, the boy enjoyed it very much and paused in fucking, abandoning himself completely to her fingers. She did it for quite a long time, feeling it in the increasing firmness of his erection that he would soon come. His glans reared up and she felt the rhythmic throbbing in his urethra on the underside of his cock as he began to squirt. He squirted his seed deep into the girl's vagina once again to Anni's utmost satisfaction, she felt the cock throbbing and spurting quite accurately. She continued to masturbate him slowly, squeezing every drop from the glans with her fingers. Slowly she pulled her fingers out of the girl's vagina, who masturbated on and on as if absent‐minded.

She was startled, for she had just impregnated the girl! In Anni's mind, the whole fertilization process played out in slow motion, the sperm cells snaking forward and one penetrating the shell of the egg. She shuddered, the boy and she had impregnated the girl together! She felt in her fingertips how she had masturbated the cock relentlessly, letting the semen spurt into the vagina in bursting jets. The boy had sat down, Anni placed her fingers on the girl's labia and wide open vaginal entrance until the girl rapidly increased her speed and jerked orgasming with a squeezed sound. Anni watched her long, violent, spasming orgasm in amazement, wondering anxiously if the girl had even realized that she and the boy had just meanly impregnated her.

Anni turned to the boy and played a bit with the beautiful cock, but the boy shook his head, saying it wouldn't do. Nevertheless, she sat down very close to him and inserted his glans and soft cock a bit into her vagina. She began to masturbate him and laughed out loud, because it looked like she was a man and was masturbating. The girl also had to laugh chuckling because Anni was winking and devotedly rubbing his cock in a manly way. The girl imitated her hand movements with quite a bit of obscenity and laughed with a wry mouth. But the cock was no longer stiff, only half stiff. She was getting more and more aroused from the in‐out as she not only rubbed but pushed it in and out. This masturbating excited her and she experienced a tiny, gentle orgasm. She shuddered with pleasure, continued to masturbate diligently and after a few moments had a second gentle orgasm. She continued masturbating with his cock until the Valkyrie returned. Anni went back to her place and was very sad and depressed because she had knowingly impregnated the girl.

She sipped her vodka–orange and fretted, because with the handsome boy of the Valkyrie she would have liked to fuck undisturbed, moaning and screaming to get her morning orgasm. She smiled, for it must have looked really strange that she had masturbated like a man with his half‐stiffy. She had sort of enjoyed that tiny little orgasms, and paused, startled, when the boy groaned in agony, as if she had hurt him. He groaned again, his glans suddenly jerking up inside her vagina and squirting really hard, but only once.

Instinctively, she pushed his cock even deeper into her vagina, holding his half‐stiff cock in her vagina with one hand while the boy poured into her, moaning and groaning. No, no thrusting and no throbbing squirting, his semi‐stiff cock just poured into her, though very little semen wanted to come out. She could feel it very clearly, the boy kept moaning and a bit of semen flowed slowly and viscously into her vagina. She saw his agony and helped him by pushing his cock in and out again deep and hard. Groaning, he thrust forward, wanting to squirt at last. He thrust and squirted, thrusting and squirting, although almost nothing came, until his cock had gone completely limp. Anni pulled out the flaccid one, bent over and gently licked the glans clean. The Valkyrie had been standing behind them for who knows how long and had witnessed everything. Anni was embarrassed and slipped away wordlessly.

With growing disillusionment, Anni watched a couple nearby fuck, was fascinated by the very intimate, lovingly performed act. They smiled when they noticed her watching and moved closer so she could see everything better. The girl rubbed herself very firmly between her labia as they fucked until she orgasmed and then stroked the boy's sack and cock, then masturbated his humping cock to make it gently cum inside her. They only took short breaks after which the girl stiffened the cock with her mouth and hand, then they continued fucking.

They lay down next to Anni and the girl stroked her until she was highly aroused. Only, when the girl waved the flat of her hand not only over her labia but also over her highly sensitive anomaly, her legs twitched and she trembled all over her body in pleasurable pain toward orgasm. The boy slowly and considerately penetrated her vagina, the girl made her twitch and tremble incessantly with the flat of her hand. Anni finally got her morning orgasms, then she reached down and masturbating made him squirt. Queen swap. The girl realized Anni's inability to rub her and did it herself. Anni curiously felt her vagina and labia while masturbating and humping, the girl had encouraged her to do so because she could see Anni's cluelessness. She palpated the girl's cunt curiously, felt the cock with her hand rhythmically widening the vaginal entrance, felt the vagina and labia tremble and twitch as she orgasmed. After the girl's intense orgasm, Anni masturbated the cock that was inside the girl and made him squirt. Exchange of ladies, again and again. When the boy needed longer pauses, the girl wove her from orgasm to orgasm, twitching and trembling, she gasped and moaned in pleasurable pain. Unfortunately, she could not reciprocate, but gently kissed and caressed the girl's breasts and nipples while the girl palm‐stroked herself several times. Anni placed a hand over the girl's labia and vaginal entrance to witness her rapid masturbation and orgasms up close. During one of these orgasms, she put a finger inside the girl's vagina full of curiosity to feel the violent convulsions and contractions of the vagina. Lady swap. Anni was very embarrassed that she had to tremble and twitch so much under the girl's palm, but she felt as if she had had a hundred wonderful orgasms during that time. When they stopped after hours, she got her bathing suit and slept off her high on a shady beach lounger.

Anni spent the next few nights with different guys, fucking them and the roommate alternately until dawn. She felt quite clearly to have now grown up.

During the siesta on the day of departure, the Valkyrie came to her in the room and undressed her and herself completely. The Valkyrie did not linger long with kisses and caresses, but licked her to quite wonderful orgasms. She could magically lick with her tongue, stiffen her tongue and once even bring her to orgasm with her stiff tongue. Anni played with the nipples and the huge breasts of the Valkyrie, twitching and trembling incessantly as the Valkyrie constantly worked her anomaly with her tongue. She had wonderful pain and orgasms and never got the idea that all girls had this anomaly and used it to get orgasms. Decades later, she wondered how she had not seen the forest for the trees.

Her roommate, a naive, innocent child, masturbated incessantly while watching, but Anni couldn't see anything because she was doing it under the sheet. She was not part of the orgy clique, so Anni saw her masturbate for the first time. When she orgasmed, she twisted her eyes so yould only see the white and immediately continued. She watched with an astonished, dumbfounded expression, apparently completely taken off guard by the fact that one girl was licking another. Or she always looked so dim‐witted while masturbating. Before the Valkyrie left, she pulled the sheet away and stroked the girl, nodding encouragingly at her, and Anni watched the two of them as they pleasured themselves in front of each other. The wide Valkyrie ass wiggling in orgasm did obstruct the view of the girl, who masturbated quite violently and quickly, and after the short orgasm continued uninterruptedly until the Valkyrie gave up laughing and said she wouldn't come as fast as that!

Totally surprised, she reached under the girl's ass cheeks and lifted them a bit. With both hands she bent the thighs apart, so that the vulva presented itself like an opened peach, between the labia the small clit came out quite clearly, half a centimeter perhaps. Anni was annoyed that the view of the girl was obscured by the back and head of the tall girl. With a glance, the Valkyrie grasped the girl's hymen and marveled that at 18 or 19, the girl was still untouched. She enclosed the whole peach smacking with her mouth and let her tongue dance magically on the clit. The girl's eyes were wide open, for no one had ever licked her before, and she was afraid that the energetic thrusting of her tongue into her vaginal entrance all the way to her chastely guarded hymen might damage it. But soon the voluptuous gasps and moans of her orgasm rang out, and she did not stop, for the Valkyrie continued even during her climaxes, which made the girl wince at ever shorter intervals. She stopped only when the incessant sounds of orgasm faded into soft, catlike whimpers. The girl was completely exhausted and remained lying there as if unconscious when the Valkyrie left.

Olivia, as the girl was called, remained absent and apathetic as Anni groped her and explored her cunt. Olivia willingly allowed Anni to spread her thighs very wide and explore them with her eyes and fingers. Between her labia she too had the jagged looking remnants of the torn hymen like the Valkyrie. They appeared to be larger on her and hung off to the side next to the vaginal entrance. Anni had to look twice, but Olivia's vagina was still closed by a pink shimmering hymen! So the large, jagged lobes could not be a torn hymen. She apparently palpated the hymen too closely, because she heard Olivia whisper fearfully: "I'm still a virgin, please don't do it, please don't deflower me! I want to stay a virgin, please don't deflower me!" Anni didn't intend to, she said, shaking her head, "I've just never seen it done so well!" She touched the large flaps of skin and Olivia said, these are the labia minora, with me they are just quite large. Anni pulled the flaps apart, at the very top something was exposed, something that looked like a uvula. Both the Valkyrie and herself had only a tiny bump there. She touched it and Olivia said that was her clit, Anni had never heard of that. She let Anni stroke and kiss her cunt and sighed excitedly as Anni licked her. Like others before, she slid her flesh, her anomaly, her suppository over and over onto Anni's tongue. Anni licked the anomaly very gently and Olivia moaned, yes, yes, right there! Anni licked the anomaly, which soon hardened like the Valkyrie's hump. Olivia moaned comfortably and Anni licked her right there, fast and trilling. She wondered no more about it and licked Olivia to a beautiful orgasm.

Unexplicably, immediately after the Graduation trip, she forgot that the secret of female pleasure lay amidst the anomaly. After all, Olivia had explicitly named her clit, the girls had licked the hump in the anomaly. When she returned from the Matura trip to her two lovers, she completely and permanently repressed the orgy and everything that went with it from her memory. She didn't hear the word clit until over a decade later, when Jack explained proper masturbation to her.

We're rich!

A few days after her return, Anni visited Jerry. Both knew that this was their last time. They made love to the point of exhaustion, they kissed intimately and she thanked him for his loving, tender friendship. He accompanied her to the front door with a thick lump in her throat; she never visited him again. She went to her junior boss and told him that she had finally broken away from her last relationship and that she had fallen violently in love with him. In the meantime, he had gotten her a job in a large business law firm where she could put her accounting skills to the test. Then there was the beautiful wedding and Jack's birth. She stayed at home for four years, until kindergarten. The Graduation trip remained her only secret, which she liked to recall while fantasizing in her lonely masturbation sessions.

One of her former admirers had become a very good lawyer, advising her on her widow's pension and negotiations for her husband's shares in the company. And he was really good! She would receive a relatively large monthly appanage for life, about five times what she was getting with her half‐time job. She would get about 30 million in cash for her husband's relinquished share and then keep about 25 percent of the company in stock. She admired the lawyer, Rüdiger, who was persistent, dogged and relentless in getting out all that was possible. He drove her home and she took notes of his instructions; they drank coffee in the living room. Before he left, he hugged her, kissed her and reached under her skirt. He bent her backwards, laid her on the living room table, and pushed her panties aside, then penetrated her vagina and fucked her briefly, oh so terribly disappointingly briefly that she didn't get aroused at all, and he pulled his cock out before squirting. He zipped up his pants and wiped his semen off the table with a paper handkerchief. He said goodbye, see you the day after tomorrow, and left in a hurry. She went into the bedroom to masturbate, for this brief fuck had only aroused her afterwards. In the evening, when Jack came home, she told him about the trial and the result, she was rich and so was he. Right! Rich! It took Jack a few moments to digest it all. Then later, she said, he fucked me, the Rüdiger! Jack asked and laughed out loud, a quickie, on the living‐room‐table! She joined in his laughter, after which they agreed that the quickie meant no more than the handjobs she had given Rüdiger at the time.

Two times a week Rüdiger came, brought documents or had signatures given to him, did his quickie on the living room table before quickly leaving again. After a few weeks it was all done, he got a quickie for the last time, after that no more Rüdiger, no more quickies. The mother took Jack's advice and held back on spending money. She cleaned out her wardrobe and bought only a few nice pieces. She closed her accounts after she quit and counted the days until it was finally over. She now made time for exhibitions, the great museums, went to the theater and concerts with Jack and Jo. She listened to Jo's advice about fashion, hairstyle and what makeup to wear and soon looked very elegant and understated. Jack rubbed his eyes, this was no longer the unremarkable, cheaply dressed house mouse. This was a proud, selfconfident woman.

She had hired a real estate agent, an acquaintance of his father's, to look for a new apartment. Finally, she decided on a very large apartment, high up in a high‐rise building by the city park. After four months, it was renovated and furnished. Jack stayed in the family home, loving the familiar surroundings and the beautiful garden. In the evenings he commuted between Jo and the new apartment and rarely slept at home. Anni blossomed and had many one‐night‐stands, mostly very young, muscular guys and Jack stayed home more and more often to give her space. Once or twice a week he stayed over at her place, in the huge bedroom with the marble bathtub. He expressed concern that the huge glass front of the bedroom might be a peeping tom's paradise, but she laughed that she didn't care, let them peep then! She told in great detail and with excited laughter about her sexual adventures, but soon had to admit to herself that they were very, very unsatisfying. He was very pleased when Anni calmed down a bit and got involved in an aid organization for abandoned and stranded girls and young mothers.

The end of a period in life

He continued to visit Jo on her days off. Of these, she now had 7 a week, for she had quit at the Flamingo–Bar and, at his request, moved in with Jack at the family home. They were preparing together for her trip around the world, which she wanted to give herself for her 40th birthday. He couldn't go, couldn't straw dance for 6 months while his PhD was in final labor and he had been offered a job as an assistant professor. When she would be back, and she was not sure about that at all, she did not want to work as a barmaid anymore, she was quite sure about that. She was done with that phase of her life once and for all.

But the trip around the world, that's a whole other fairy tale.

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