Loving and Dying
on the Gaelic Coast

The Shepherd

Jim had been watching the shepherd for well over an hour. The sheep were gazing grass, sometimes looking up and then jumping a–two steps before turning back to the grass. The shepherd was short and stocky, always stopping only briefly to look around, leaning on his long stick. There must have been 50 to 60 animals, but a shepherd dog was nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden, Jim noticed that the shepherd did not have a dog. Jim searched his memory for a long time to see if he had ever seen a shepherd without a dog before, but he could only think of shepherds with a shepherd dog. He could remember quite clearly how he had wondered at that time about the peculiar whistling of the shepherds. The dogs seemed to be trained for these whistles, because they immediately changed their running direction when the shepherd whistled. Depending on the nature of the whistle, the dog would drive the sheep around to the left or right, or run to the rear to drive stragglers.

This shepherd was unlike any Jim had seen before. Not only was he older, but there was something rough, forbidding about him. He drove the sheep with shouts, which they followed amazingly. He stopped again and again until the sheep gathered around him again in loose grouping, stopped for a while, and then went on a little further again. The sheep followed him, some hesitantly. Sometimes the shepherd would reach into his pocket and awkwardly roll a cigarette, which he thoughtfully lit with a match. As the herd approached, Jim cautiously withdrew from his lookout, picked up his bike and pedaled to The Point. The sky filled with gray clouds, it was getting a little chilly.

Maria was still standing under the canopy of the basement, washing shells. Jim would have liked to help her, but she had said earlier in the morning that she wanted to be alone and then hadn't bothered with him any further. So she stood under the canopy, took a handful of shells out of the wire basket, and laid them on the wooden board. Then she lifted the battered bucket and poured water over the shells before reaching with her gloved hand for the brushwood brush and began rubbing the shells down, one by one. The thick rubber apron and rubber boots made her look fat and shapeless, yet Jim, as always, curiously tried to catch a glimpse of her chest bulging under the rubber apron. Mary was about 16 or 17 and had lived alone in the old fisherman's house since her parents died. She was the only one who was immediately willing to hide him and let him sleep on an old sheepskin on the floor. He came two days ago. In the evenings, when they went to sleep, he would tear open his eyes to see her naked as she lay down in bed.

"A flock of sheep is coming," Jim said, and since Mary still didn't look up, he continued, "The shepherd is driving his flock here!"

Maria nodded imperceptibly. She finished cleaning the shells that lay before her on the wooden board. Then she raised her eyes and stretched through, apparently only now feeling how much her back ached from slouching at this work. She put the wire basket in the corner, lifted the water bucket and rinsed the wooden board, wiping it clean with a rag. Jim went into the house while she hung the rubber apron on the hook and took off her rubber boots. She advanced a few steps to the small wall ledge and looked down at the shepherd and his sheep.

Prepare snack, said Mary, as she entered the living room and made herself at the stove. Apparently she was expecting the shepherd to visit, because she never usually made coffee in the afternoon. Jim wordlessly took the saucers and cups out of the cupboard, put coffee spoons on the saucers, and looked for the old porcelain bowl that held the sugar. Without bothering about him, Maria stripped naked and put on the simple housedress, washed her hands thoroughly, and then ran her fingers through her hair tidily, in between looking out the small window every now and then. Jim was surprised because she had not put on any underwear. The dress was much too small and much too tight for her, stretching across her buttocks and over her breasts. It stretched in the front by the buttons and you could see quite clearly under the stretched fabric that was pulled apart between the buttons that she was completely naked under the house dress. It was so short that it just covered her pubis.

The first sheep came bleating into the front yard and only a moment later the shepherd pushed open the door. The first raindrops glistened in his thick gray hair, now he shook off his shoes on the threshold and, muttering an indefinable greeting aloud, came rumbling in.

Maria also murmured a greeting and, coffee pot in hand, came to the table. The shepherd looked at Mary's body and Jim supposed to see a smile when he could see her nakedness under the dress. The shepherd sat down and put his bag down awkwardly, then, sitting up, he opened his jacket and peeled it out. Carelessly dropping it to the floor, he turned to the table, reached for the coffee spoon and took sugar and cream, then stirred for a long time. Mary had poured herself coffee as well. Jim got only a little milk. They sat in silence, each sipping and avoiding the other's gaze.

Jim did not listen very attentively when the shepherd broke the silence and reported about this and that. He watched Mary intently, for she played with her fingers and did not look up from her cup. Sometimes she hummed in agreement when the shepherd expected a response, but she remained silent as he told about the farmers and their cattle, the soldiers and the fighting, the people in the village, and all sorts of things. He nodded when she lifted the coffee pot and had his cup filled again. He talked and talked as he took sugar and cream, talking incessantly.

The coffee was drunk, the news and stories all told. Jim looked silently at Mary, who seemed to be waiting for the shepherd to finally leave. He noticed that she seemed restless and nervous inside, but he couldn't explain it, so her restlessness and nervousness gradually took possession of him, too. Then, as McGillian stood up, they all three stood up and the shepherd murmured a few words of thanks. He reached out his hand to Mary and unexpectedly pulled her close.

Well, always so alone? he asked, holding her with one hand. Maria wanted to escape him, but the old man was quite strong, Jim realized immediately. Well, how about it? the shepherd asked, reaching unashamedly for Maria's breast. She looked first at Jim, then nervously up at the shepherd. She shook her head vigorously as Jim tried to jump forward, looked directly at him again, and shook her head decisively. The shepherd laughed and took a step sideways, then threw Mary backwards onto the bed. With a swiftness Jim would not have believed him capable of, he knelt beside Maria and held her down with one hand, with the other he fiddled with her skirt, palpated her thigh and courageously grasped under her skirt. Maria resolutely resisted and struggled free, but he grabbed her again and pulled her dress over her shoulder, exposing one breast. Grinning, he held her down and reached under her skirt again. With his other hand, he reached to his fly and unzipped it, reaching in and pulling out his cock.

Jim had backed up to the stove and was holding her breath, perplexed. Though distressed, Mary looked at him again from the side and shook her head. Her eyes widened, pleading for him to go out, but he simply could not. Her gaze begged him to look away, but he stood transfixed, unable to take his eyes off her. The shepherd held his cock with his hand and made moves to throw himself at Mary. But she pulled back, he crawled after her on his knees and greedily reached under her skirt again. It was soon clear that she would keep dodging him as he ventured closer. After three attempts, he gave up and remained kneeling on the edge of the bed. His hand, which he had slipped under her skirt, palpated her greedily and hastily. He gasped as the cock he was holding swelled more and more. Jim looked startled at this monstrosity, which was not particularly long, but very thick, with veins swelling thickly on the sides.

Unmoved, Mary looked at the shepherd who was greedily fingering her under her skirt, clutching his cock even tighter and beginning to rub. Jim could not see under her skirt from his position, for he was standing to the side of them on the other side of the room, but he knew she was naked underneath. Jim no longer understood anything, for Maria leaned back and smiled cynically as the old man now masturbated even more excitedly and wildly, his gaze fixed greedily under her skirt. Maria turned her face to Jim and looked at him calmly; he didn't know where to look and felt uncomfortable, felt a deep, dull ache in his chest. What the old man was doing was certainly not right and certainly not what Maria would have wanted. But she seemed resigned to it for the moment. Jim went down to the basement, stood on a box and looked through the peephole.

McGillian was sliding his thick cock in and out of Maria's hole, much slower than the dogs Jim had watched fucking. Surprisingly, Maria seemed to enjoy it, at least she kept her eyes closed and rubbed the top of her hole with one finger. When she interrupted it, her face contorted into a grimace and she panted violently like the old shepherd, clawing at him. The Shepherd continued in the same beat and she smiled before rubbing her hole again. Jim stared at the bulges around her hole that clutched the thick cock. When she rubbed really fast, she contorted her face and then held onto him again, panting and twitching. This captivated Jim very much, the old man's thrusting seemed to please her better each time. This went on for a very long time, until Maria pushed him out of her hole quite unexpectedly and he squatted on his heels in front of her.

The old man squatted in front of her, his stare fixed between her spread thighs. Suddenly he spurted a bright jet between Maria's thighs, one–two more jets shot from his cock and slapped under her skirt. McGillian pulled in his shoulders as his viscous, thick slime dripped wearily onto the bed sheet. Maria scolded loudly that he was a pig and should leave immediately! He lowered his head and puffed heavily, then stowed his monstrosity in his pants and stood up. Wordlessly, he picked up his jacket and bag and left the house before Jim could have even counted to three.

Jim broke free of his torpor and walked up, around the bed toward Maria. McGillian is a pig, always has been, she muttered, putting a hand over her eyes so Jim wouldn't see her rising tears. She paid no attention to him, though he was standing right in front of the bed, staring curiously between her thighs. He was transfixed at the sight of the young girl hiding her face and her tears under her arm, lying there in the same position McGillian had left her: sprawled backward on the bed, her slender legs spread carelessly, her cunt exposed to his gaze.

Jim had sometimes seen her naked from a distance when she washed her body, and now he could not avert his gaze. White wet streaks of McGillian's semen trailed across her thighs and pubic hair. She sat up with a jerk and diligently wiped herself without regard for Jim's presence. As she reached between her thighs, he stared in fascination at her dark‐haired pubic and fleshy cleft, which she parted with two fingers and wiped clean with the sheet. "McGillian is a pig!" she repeated, "he comes over every few weeks. She sat patiently for a few more seconds, feeling his childish–curious gaze resting on her. After a few moments, she rose quickly and smoothed out her skirt. She made her way to the table.

Jim mused, wondering if McGillian had been there before and if Maria hadn't known exactly what to expect. Jim was almost bowled over by the thought; the thought that she might have expected something very different if he hadn't been there. As if reading his mind, Mary shook her head in denial and looked him firmly in the eye. Jim pulled his head in between his shoulders, for he did not believe her and feared that she might see it in him.

He would do God–knows what to me if he could, she muttered, but if he just wants to relieve himself, then so be it, for my sake! Mary turned away, hiding the tears that were welling up in her anger.

Jim ran out, paying no attention to the rain that was whipping in his face, ran up the hill and from there back down a bit, to one of his favorite places. He sat there for a very long time, fighting his tears and trying to hold them back. He looked out to sea through the cheerless, gray rain and followed his thoughts. McGillian was a pig, but Jim had seen the thick, enormous cock and was disappointed because he instinctively compared his own to it. The deep conviction that he would never have such a huge cock took the fourteen‐year‐old's breath away for a moment.

And then Maria. The ache in his chest turned to corrosive venom as his thoughts carried him away rapidly and he realized that McGillian probably handled Maria differently when he, Jim, was not around. Vaguely, he imagined McGillian thrusting his thick cock into Maria's fleshy cleft, but he dismissed the thought immediately, for Maria was not that kind! Still, he couldn't shake the idea that McGillian was sticking his cock in Maria's crack and had certainly done it before his time. All too clearly he saw Maria willingly spreading her cleft with two fingers, saw the monster cock plunge in and squirt again and again. Jim was suddenly quite sure that Maria had delayed putting his cock in this time only because he was there, because he was there as a witness. Quite sure, because the old man was allowed to stick it in as soon as he disappeared into the cellar.

He felt envy, anger and jealousy rising inside him. Had not Maria, from a certain moment, virtually challenged the old man? Was it coincidence or calculation that she wore nothing under her dress? Had she not willingly given him a glimpse of her most intimate, was she not careless, indecent and provocative in her nakedness? Wasn't she quite satisfied as the old man slid his cock in and out of her hole, as she rubbed her hole, all the way?

Jim's mind ran through the connection between the rubbing and the squirting, suddenly realizing that the childish groping of his own cock was related to this rubbing. Until now, when he had secretly played with himself, there always came a moment when he was struck by a violent pulling and a strong need to pee; that was then always the end of the game. Now he was convinced that one had to give in to the need to pee, as McGillian had done, and that one was allowed to squirt Maria up one's skirt, even though it made one a pig. Sort of.

Jim was crying, feeling raindrops and tears trickling down his cheeks. He had seen Mary naked for the first time with his heart pounding violently, seen her naked up close, seen her cunt and the dark cleft, and he had seen it at a shameful moment, a moment that felt disgusting and dirty to him. He could have killed McGillian in his rage, but Mary's behavior puzzled him, for he could not understand how she had invited him to this mess with tiny gestures, yet herself. Jim's gaze wandered over the gray desert into which the rain was turning the sea, and he wept until darkness fell.

The Commissioner

Jim was afraid to look Maria in the eye afterwards. She was puzzled for a moment, then turned to her work in disappointment, ignoring his presence. In the evening Jim crept like a whipped dog into his corner, the corner he had claimed for himself from the beginning, and arranged the old sheepskin and the remains of the old winter coat as a place to sleep, as he did every night, then he crawled into it and held his breath.

Hitherto he had rarely dared to look at Maria undressing in the evening. Now he blinked timidly from under the old winter coat while Maria washed her face and hands in the wash bowl. She turned down the wick of the kerosene lamp a little, then undressed completely. Jim, who could only dimly see her, breathed excitedly and heard the roaring in his ears, the pounding in his chest as she was seen naked for a few tiny moments before slipping into bed. Wordlessly, she turned the wick until the light went out.

Jim lay still, listening into the darkness. He felt under his pants for his cock. He saw Mary's nakedness in front of him and rubbed gently, but when the strong pissing sensation came, he stopped; he was too afraid to continue. The blood continued to rush in his ears until he fell asleep.

The next day, Maria was already down in the mudflats when he awoke. He looked for her in vain and ran to the rocky outcrop overlooking the sea. When he spotted her, he ran down the rocky path and walked through the wet, black mud to her. She looked up only briefly and then proceeded to comb the mud for shells with the rake. Jim stood there undecided for a moment, then spotted the second rake, quickly picked it up, and now in turn began to comb the mud for shells and other creatures. They worked wordlessly side by side, filling first one, then the second wire basket. Jim, who was working a little slower than Maria anyway, watched the scrambling and crawling in the wire basket for a while before continuing. When the second basket was filled, Maria straightened up and braced one hand on her hip, stretching and moving to shake off the back pain.

Wordlessly they walked home, Maria carrying both baskets, Jim the rakes and the stick she used to better distribute the animals in the baskets. The strong rising wind had brought clouds with it, it was getting cutting cold. The first raindrops fell as they took the last steps up the trail. Mary put the baskets down under the canopy and went into the house. Jim glanced up at the stump of the decaying lighthouse before tending to the rakes and cane under the porch roof. When he entered, he saw that Mary had put water on the stove and had washing utensils such as soap, towel, and comb ready. He turned without a word and went out again, because if she was washing, he had no business being there. He walked slowly around the lighthouse and sat down under a boulder that offered him shelter from the rain.

Under the gray rain clouds, a black, ominous‐looking cloud bank crept in, the wind seeming to push it along at breakneck speed. The rain pelted down harder and harder and it was getting dark, even though it was only noon. A storm was brewing, bringing the surf deep below him to a boil and lashing it several feet high. The rain pelted the rocks uncomfortably hard and the bursting drops sprayed him wet. The door opened and Mary poured the water from the wash bowl onto the lawn. Jim stood up shivering and walked to the house.

Maria didn't look up when he entered. She was preparing dinner, so Jim took off his wet shoes and jacket, hung them neatly on the hook, and prepared two plates and cutlery on the table. You don't have to go out when I'm washing, Maria said, you're old enough to see me naked. After a pause, you already have, then Maria fell silent. Silently they avoided each other, as they had done before, but now the silence was overshadowed by disgust at McGillian's messes. As Jim poured water from the pitcher into the cups and their bodies touched, his hand trembled. Mary noticed, but kept silent and attended to the porridge of flour grits and oatmeal she was warming on the stove. They ate silently, and when they had finished, Jim got up quickly and took the plates to the sink. Without words he took the kitchen rag and carefully wiped the plates and silverware, dried them with a dry kitchen towel and took care of them. Maria remained seated, sometimes looking out the window. The mussels will have to stay put, she thought, because the weather was increasingly deteriorating and becoming a storm. Unexpectedly, she got up and lay down on the bed, turned her face to the wall and soon fell asleep.

Jim watched the storm through the window, but kept glancing over at the sleeping Mary, looking at the curves of her body that showed under the old, worn house dress. He got red ears and felt his heart beating up to his throat, because he only had to close his eyes to see her naked in front of him. I'm old enough to see her naked, Jim thought. Time passed, the rain pelted heavily against the windows, and Jim daydreamed about Maria's nakedness, McGillian's mess, and his conflicted feelings. He didn't know how much time had passed when the loud pounding against the door jolted him out of his reverie. He hastily jumped up and hid behind the door. There was another thump, Maria woke up and while she was rising, the door was opened. The uniformed, cowardly inspector stood dripping wet under the door and grinned.

Such a mess! he cursed, then took off his dripping cap and nodded to Maria: So then, a good day!

Good day, Maria replied, stroking her dress, come on in! She stood by the stove to put on coffee. The commissar hung his wet rubber jacket and cap on the hook, then sat down wide‐legged at the table. He didn't notice Jim, who was ducking behind the box. Maria took the plate of dry old cookies from the kitchen shelf and set it on the table in front of the commissioner, then sat down opposite him and waited. They were silent until the coffee water boiled, then she got up and prepared the coffee, two spoons of instant powder, two pills of sweetener and a little milk. For herself, she took only instant powder, no sweetener and no milk. She sat down again, stirred in her cup and waited.

I know the boy is with you, said the commissioner, and in his voice there was a subliminal insidious threat. His little eyes, which did not match his fat and chubby face at all, looked unsteady. He could only look into her clear eyes for a fraction of a second, then he looked away again. Of course, he had noticed immediately that she was naked under the short house dress.

Maria shook her head and said nothing. She put the cup to her lips and took a tiny sip. She had to buy time, for she had such an inkling of what he was up to. She looked at him closely again and the fleeting thought that flashed through her brain disgusted her. She set the cup down hard.

I saw him, I saw the two of you, in the mudflats, this morning. His way of spitting out the words, choppy and chaotically strung together, made him seem uncertain and stupid. Maria still said nothing, but when he looked at her briefly, she shook her head. There was a long silence, no one said anything.

Why are you hiding him? asked the commissioner, blinking for a moment before continuing: "I don't understand what you get out of it. You're hiding him, and you can't do that! I could lock you up for that, you know!?" He straightened his shoulders to look a little more official.

"I'm going to take him with me, I'm not going to be stupid and walk all the way through the rain to come home empty handed!?" he said loudly, suddenly and unexpectedly reaching behind the closet with his hand. He caught Jim by the sleeve and dragged him out without taking his eyes off Maria. "There he is, our runaway!" he grinned and held the fidgeting boy.

Maria sat frozen and silent for a few seconds, then put her hand on Jim's shoulder and said softly: "He wants to be with me," else she said nothing. The commissioner glared at her insidiously. His iron‐hard grip loosened for a moment, and Jim used that moment to slip away from his grasp. Nimble as a weasel, he ran to the door and out into the rain. After a few steps he stopped as if thunderstruck. Mary had spoken for him and now he abandoned her, leaving him alone with the brutal guy. He turned and walked towards the cellar. He groped carefully down the wet steps and stopped where he had already watched McGillian and her, where one could see through a hole in the masonry into the living room. Half a stone had broken out next to the stove, so Jim could see over part of the room, namely the table and the bed, but the box and the door could not be seen.

The commissioner was still laughing and slapping his thighs. "Like a rat!" he exclaimed, laughing again. Maria sat mute and stiff in her chair. The commissioner calmed down and looked at her slyly. "I'll take him away!" he said threateningly and Jim could see Maria wince.

Her whisper was so low that Jim almost couldn't hear it: "Please, leave him to me!" The commissar leaned back and looked at her, confident of victory: "What are you offering?" he asked, and the sudden silence lay like lead in the room. The two stared at each other hostilely.

Maria was silent at first, then she sighed and shrugged helplessly. "Everything!" She whispered, looking sheepishly at the tabletop. Her fingers were intertwined and she moved them involuntarily, grinding with them, and the desperation that spoke from her posture made her seem hard and aloof. The commissioner grinned wryly and nodded, slapping his thigh and nodding approvingly, as if they had just struck an important bargain.

"Well, come here then!" grinned the commissioner. Maria hesitated, but stood up, took a step around the table and stopped next to the commissioner. His right hand went in a flash along her thigh up under her skirt and lifted it a little bit, greedily groping for her exposed pubic. She reached defensively for his hand and pulled free of him. She stood quietly for a moment, holding his paw, then released him and walked over to the bed, shoulders drooping. Jim held his breath as she lowered herself onto the bed with her eyes closed. The commissioner had already jumped up and walked over to her, in one fluid motion he slipped his suspenders over his shoulders and lowered his pants to his ankles.

Jim almost cried out as he understood everything. Or at least understood what was going on now; because how the whole thing had come about over the last few months between Maria and the horny commissioner or the horny shepherd, he had no way of knowing, he had only been with her for a few days. He felt a thick lump in his throat as he looked over at the bed through his peephole again. Maria said loudly that he shouldn't lie on top of her, he was too heavy. He couldn't see Maria's face right away because the headboard was at the other end, but he saw her thighs and her hips and the hand with which she was slowly unbuttoning the house dress. His heart raced when he could see her naked cleft in her hairy pubic. Then the broad back of the massive commissioner obscured his view for a moment, groaning as he knelt on the bed. His massive butt tensed as he grabbed Maria's legs left and right and wrapped her thighs around his hips. Jim could see between his thighs Maria's dark pubic hair and wet glistening cleft. He had to pull himself together not to go crazy, because one thing he knew: now the unspeakable would happen again, now the cock would bore into Maria's cleft.

It took a very long time. The commissioner pushed and pushed Maria, who was lying on her back with her eyes closed. He changed her position more and more, lifting her legs higher and higher. Jim's heart was hammering with anger and fear for Maria, but still he stood frozen and watched, just had to watch. He felt ashamed because his fear and indignation were covered by an indomitable curiosity. He saw Maria's face every few moments. She kept her eyes closed and looked transfixed. Between the commissioner's broad thighs he saw his balls dangling back and forth, but as he lifted Maria higher he also saw his cock burrowing into Maria's cleft. It was certainly a little smaller than McGillian's, about the size of his own. Jim didn't want to look too closely at first, but curiosity got the better of him. Maria's crack was wet, she was rubbing her hole really fast and the commissioner was fucking her really hard. His ass cheeks suddenly tightened, he stopped thrusting and held Maria's legs very tightly. Maria made a quick movement with her abdomen that made the cock, which was just starting to throb and pump, slide out of her hole. His whitish sauce squirted and ran down her thighs as the commissioner cursed profanely.

"That doesn't count, that was only half!" the commissioner grumbled and cursed again. He was beside himself and insulted Maria with mean words. Jim's heart clenched in fear because he didn't know what exactly had been going on and why the commissioner was so angry with Maria. The commissioner was still kneeling in front of her and holding her down, whispering incessantly in Maria's ear. Jim could not understand anything, but he could see that she kept shaking her head in denial. The commissar continued to whisper and Maria listened with her eyes closed. Then quite a while passed in complete silence.

Again the commissar whispered. After a while Maria moved, her hand groped along the corrupt commissioner's massive body and touched his half‐stiff cock. Thoughtfully she stroked and rubbed it until it stiffened again surprisingly quickly. The commissioner gasped with satisfaction and knelt up again, penetrating Maria's hole brutally with a jerk. Maria gasped in fright, the cop thrusting and thrusting mercilessly as he fucked, and Maria pleaded in a low voice for him to please–please not cum inside! Jim could not take his eyes off the sight of her naked hole, which she was rubbing hard as before, with the wet cock driving wildly inside. This time it took quite a long time, and Jim suddenly heard Maria. She had only gasped loudly at first, now she was making sounds he had never heard before.

Jim suspected more than he knew that the cop was now going to spew his white juice into her, that he was going to squirt his disgusting slime in despite her pleading. The commissioner tensed up, and Jim saw that he only pulled his cock halfway out until his glans was stuck in her hole, jerking and spurting into Maria's hole. The commissar continued to fuck her after that; she reared up and let out small, sharp cries, pounding his back and tugging on him like a drowning woman as her abdomen writhed twitchingly. Again he fucked for a very long time while Maria rubbed her hole and did not stop making those sounds. The big, heavy man held Maria ironclad, pushed his cock very deep into her hole and mercilessly squirted his seed into the defenseless one, even though she made plaintive wailing sounds as he squirted. Jim watched Maria, a smile unexpectedly appearing on her contorted face. He looked at her wet, quivering hole and watched her abdomen twitch violently a few more times, suddenly seeing the wild lust and pleasure she obviously felt as she fucked. The commissioner's shrunken cock slipped out and he rolled wearily to the side. Maria sobbed restrainedly, though her abdomen still quivered a very tiny bit with pleasure, then lay still as well. Jim was puzzled because, contrary to his expectations, she was fondling the commissioner's hairy chest.

"You squirted in anyway," she said reproachfully, "what if I get pregnant?" The commissioner shrugged and said snappishly, then it was old Mac! They were silent for a long time, then he said that he knew exactly when the horny old man visited her to drink coffee. Drinking coffee! he murmured insinuatingly.

After he had dressed again and turned to go, he said back over his shoulder that if he came back in a week, the boy would be gone, or else.... He did not finish the sentence and left.

Jim becomes a man

Before they had gone to bed at night, Jim had looked at her nakedness with a pounding heart as she washed. He felt entitled to do so; she had allowed it, after all! Washing her vagina and labia, she made sure that he could look at everything closely. She washed her cunt very long because of the cop's squirting. She got into bed and turned out the light.

After a while Maria said into the silence, "I can hear you rubbing yourself!" Jim's heart almost stopped, then he whispered plaintively, "Yes, but it does not work!" There was a pause, then she struck a match and lit the wick. She threw back the blanket and said, come on! She looked at his hard‐on as he lay with her. Jim quivered as their naked bodies touched. Maria pushed the blanket to the floor so they were both naked next to each other and reached for his cock. Very gently she gave him a handjob and after a short while he was squirting, just like with the widow! The silly peeing sensation didn't come, just a violent, pleasurable thrusting as he squirted.

Maria caressed his cock and stroked his face. They whispered how nice the first time was for him — that the widow made him squirt regularly, he concealed. Maria did not have a particularly pretty face, on the contrary, but a slim, beautiful body and firm, round breasts. She took his hand and guided him all over her body. You must know how a girl feels and showed him how to caress her breasts. Later she guided his hand to her pubic and explained everything to him. Labia majora, labia minora and the vagina, which he should feel very carefully. Then she guided his finger further, this is the clit, we girls rub it for our pleasure, but we don't squirt like you guys. She guided his finger and showed him how girls rub their clit. Then she let go of his finger and told him to keep doing it. She does it every night, if he never heard her before? but he shook his head in denial. Maybe because I rub myself and don't hear anything because I fall asleep right away, he added.

Jim had gotten hard rubbing her clit and whispered that he wanted to be a pig too. Don't get it, she said, and he whispered, a pig like McGillian and the commissioner, they got to do her, after all, and be pigs. "I'm so grateful to you that you didn't give me up to the stinking commissioner and let him inside you in return. Squirt in the vagina, he added, and she hugged him warmly.

It didn't matter to her at all that he wasn't even fifteen yet. He was big, strong and smarter than some 16–year olds in her village. She was, after all, not quite 16 yet either, and had only been able to hold her own in her small crowd of admirers by giving the hormone‐addled boys a hand job when they were unstoppable in their lechery. Only a few – there were two – were allowed to fuck her after McGillian had brutally deflowered her before her 13th birthday. She had been crying because her parents had died in an accident just a few months earlier. It was also McGillian who took her violently two or three times a month and she gradually got used to it, even though she deeply detested him.

Maria was already slightly aroused from the stroking and clit rubbing and knew exactly what he wanted, but she said she wanted to hear it from him herself. After a short pause he whispered, "into your vagina, with my cock in your vagina." She nodded and motioned for him to lie on top of her. With one hand she directed his cock and Jim was so overwhelmed that he immediately squirted. Maria laughed brightly and told him to take a little more time, but leave it in her vagina. "It squirted in," he whispered in panic, but she reassured him, at your age you can't get a girl pregnant yet. She stroked his buttocks and whispered, we'll wait until it goes again. Whispering she told him everything, the masturbating since childhood, the rapes by McGillian and the many handjobs, and of the two boys she had fucked. The whispered stories and the caressing of her butt cheeks excited him and after a few minutes he stiffened again. Now he could fuck again and Maria rubbed her clit. Go ahead and pleasure yourself, he commented completely redundantly and she nodded with a smile. Despite his concentration on fucking, he watched her very closely as she orgasmed and after a short while continued to masturbate. The scales fell from his eyes: Maria's masturbation was exactly like the widow's chafing! How stupid he must have been not to realize it!

Maria used the pauses wisely and enlightened him very comprehensively about sexuality, for he had to admit that he had never been enlightened before and had only picked up a bit of knowledge in passing. Including all the misinformation, Maria growled. I'll explain everything to you in detail and if you don't understand something right away, just ask, she added mildly. Child‐making and child‐bearing, genitals and their functions, venereal diseases and contraception, female and male masturbation. She was a true Gael and the stupidities of the Victorian way of life did not find their way into her culture. Sex was not just for making babies, but for experiencing physical pleasure. Masturbation was not a sin, but a normal, acceptable and healthy function. Here she criticized Janet for the first time, but relented for his sake, saying that bigotry and babbling about sins were outmoded and not conducive to bringing pleasure to people. Jim swallowed and nodded, for that Janet was a little mad he knew, of course. But she was his benefactor and virtually his mother. Mary hugged him and comforted him. Not only did she have exceptional social skills, but she was at the top of her class, even though she could only go to school three days a week because of work. Jim knew it and was grateful to her for her precise enlightenment.

They screwed until dawn.

When McGillian came by again, he experienced his painful miracle. Jim took the shepherd's crook out of his hand under the door and smashed it across the skull of the completely surprised man. He held him on the ground with the staff on his chest and yelled at him that he had better never come back or else — he threatened with the staff. The old man was bleeding from a slight head wound. Get out of here and never come back! Jim yelled and kicked him in the balls three or four times.

Maria had turned to a wise woman about getting pregnant and was now drinking her tea and smearing the ointment into her vagina when the commissioner came. He came completely in vain, because the boy was gone. He remained as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth. Probably McGillian had drunk too much again when he claimed that Jim had almost killed him. Still, the superintendent fucked Maria every week; she couldn't get him away from that. Jim watched through the peephole and suppressed his anger, though he was glad Maria was protected with tea and ointment. She knew he was hiding in a chest in the basement, of course, but he had also figured out that she had no idea about the peephole; he would have to confess it to her later.

She didn't care that the inspector took more time and did it twice. She concentrated on masturbating while he thrust and enjoyed each orgasm that made her smile. When he came to squirt in her vagina, she clutched him tightly and smiled because she enjoyed fucking and masturbating thinking of Jim doing it much better. Despite everything, she didn't resist the commissioner anymore and enjoyed being fucked, she liked it a lot. She kept her eyes lowered when he called her ugly toad or disgusting whore after fucking her. She knew who was the toad here.

Despite this, he came back every week because the young girl, who lived all alone on the coast, was easy prey and didn't fight back. Jim was incensed every time the commissioner fucked Maria and contemplated revenge. Then, a flash of inspiration! Maria, who now always knew when the commissioner was coming, coated her vagina with pepper powder, paprika and poisonous yellow rosehip, even though it burned like hell. After fucking, the cock swelled painfully, after hours it got itchy pustules. The commissioner's cock continued to burn for weeks, he cursed like a cab driver and was sure that she had infected him with something.

He never came back.

The widow's delight

After weeks came good news. The old baron had gone through all the eyewitnesses of the boxing match and had come to a different conclusion. Guilty was his son, who had yanked a girl — it was Maria — by the hair and pushed her to the ground because she refused to give him a hand job. Jim had only intervened in chivalrous fashion, one word following another, and in the ensuing scuffle Jim had knocked the baron's son to the ground with a broken, bleeding nose. The baron — who was not fond of his son anyway, because his dying wife confessed to him on her deathbed that her son was the fruit of her decades‐long affair with her confessor — so the baron resolutely went to court and withdrew his complaint. The Baron wrote a long letter to Jim and enclosed a copy of the court order, gave it to a friend of Jim's who, of course, knew exactly where Maria lived and that Jim was probably with her. Jim did a happy dance with Maria when they read it. There were still a few weeks of school vacation, but he biked to the nearest small village to the pay phone. The widow Plunkett was very pleased that he was well and of course she had kept his room free for him to just come. He told her the approximate date when he could return.

Jim was happy to help Maria with the work and she was able to sell more mussels and crabs than ever before. With the extra income they beautified the old fishing hut, which had only one living room, bought a nice, bigger bed, chairs and renewed many utensils. The time to say goodbye was approaching and Jim promised to cycle the 12km to her every weekend. So, after heavy fucking, kisses and hugs, he swung himself onto his bike and set off.

The widow received him like the prodigal son, because the young widow for a good ten years lived in a bigoted, biblical world, probably not an hour passed without at least a silent push prayer. She almost never went to church. She was only 36 years old and would probably like to have a new husband, but her bigotry and the haggard, sad face made all suitors turn cock. And — that could be safely assumed — since the death of her husband she had quite a roof damage — bigotry, the incessant praying and her totally twisted sexual ideas included! At the death of her husband she was barely 25 and her sexuality had only just awakened, she had hardly touched her clitoris before and now she masturbated as often as sinful desire forced her to, daily. She stayed alone for the first few months, but then she allowed herself to be invited to dinner three or four times a week. As was the custom in those days, the cavaliers expected sex afterwards as a reward. For the Widow Janet this was no problem, she willingly gave handjobs or let him squirt in her mouth. Fucking she did not want in any case, but if he wanted to caress her pubic, then he was allowed, gladly. They all groped her cunt, rubbed her clit haphazardly or explored her little hole while she masturbated and let his cock squirt in her mouth. She didn't let any of them fuck, she made that clear to all of them from the start.

Once only, she was tempted. The suitor was a thoroughly nice and pleasant person, in the car he palpated her cunt even before she touched his cock. What he was doing was masterful and gasping with effort she listened that his wife much preferred masturbating and never wanted to be fucked. He seemed a little puzzled himself, but he had never fucked his wife, even on their wedding night she only wanted to be fucked in the mouth as she had from the beginning of their acquaintance. In her vagina he had never fucked, because she did not want to give up her virginity and was terrified of pregnancy or childbirth. She had never really fucked a man before. He almost always fucked and squirted in her mouth, she really liked the violence involved. He had no idea why she loved his violence in rough mouth fucking so much, but she was crystal clear in her desires. She gagged and gasped with pleasure when he held her head roughly by her hair and fucked her mouth very hard like a steam engine. She pressed her lips together very tightly with a distorted grin to give him a nice fucking experience. She had learned very early to suppress gagging as his big cock poked quite deep in her throat. But she wanted it, she wanted it badly with a bit of force, she literally forced him to do it. She did everything she could not to hurt his cock, but mostly she bit his cock very gently as he squirted, he seemed to like that. A blissful glow slid over her face when she swallowed his cum. Only very rarely did she give him a handjob. She herself masturbated insanely often and had taught him over time everything how to masturbate a woman properly. Since he was a wealthy merchant and she did not have to work, she always had time for masturbating.

He rubbed Janet while he told all this, and she had already orgasmed twice, gasping and moaning with pleasure. Now he was silent, concentrating on her clit and gradually rubbing her to the best orgasm in a long time. She cringed as she screamed in orgasm like she was out of her mind! He grinned in satisfaction as she calmed down. Letting a man cum in her mouth to finish the handjob and swallow the cum was fine with her, but getting fucked in the mouth seemed too violent to her from his description. She flatly refused, even though he was offended. Nevertheless, she was highly aroused and wanted to be fucked. She had gone years without, now she felt a burning, pulling desire in her sinful abdomen. She wrestled with her bigoted conscience as to whether this was adultery. She finally said he could fuck her, really fuck her! He looked up in amazement and she affirmed, you may fuck in my vagina! Quickly she took off her panties, lay on her back and willingly opened her thighs. He turned out to be a terrible klutz, he just didn't find her hole, his cock poked and prodded between her labia, didn't find the vaginal entrance of course and after a few moments of senseless thrusting pressed his glans on her hole. Without penetrating further, he thrust his thick glans at the vaginal entrance, thrusting and thrusting, finally bringing the tip of the glans into the vagina. Almost instantly he spurted at it, squirting his seed grunting into her little hole. She felt the squirting in her vagina for the first time in her widow's life, felt each jet of semen as it squirted in and bit her lips in delight — maybe she had just conceived? He thrust and squirted for a very long time, much longer than her deceased. She had few comparisons, of course; Phil or her husband were the only ones whose squirting she knew. But she felt that he had squirted a great deal of semen into her vagina, certainly enough to impregnate her! He immediately went limp and mumbled with satisfaction that he hadn't fucked that great in a long time! Janet didn't have to ask long, he had never fucked a woman properly before, only in the mouth. Janet hugged him tightly, seriously believing that she had to finally get pregnant from so much semen, and praised his fucking effusively. She straightened her clothes and wordlessly let him take her home.

She hung her head when later stuttering menstruation, which came only every few months, dashed her hopes. Over the next year she met him three or four more times, helping him with her hand to insert his thick club into the little hole and asking him to squirt as much as he could. She liked him to fuck her for quite a long time and thrust as brutally as a steam hammer. He grabbed her buttocks to squirt and lifted them so that her constricted vagina opened like a flower and squirted his seed in endlessly. She gave him a break, then he had to fuck her again. But the second time he had very little semen, although he fucked her again for a very long time, just like the first time. She ended this experiment, he just couldn't get her pregnant. Never again she wanted to let a cavalier get so close to her, but she discarded her resolution on the first day. She let herself be fucked by everyone and enjoyed it very much when the suitor fucked her for a very long time like a fucking machine and her vagina overflowed with semen. When the market was sucked dry of squirts and she still didn't have a child, she decided to take in a child, later maybe to adopt.

At dinner with Jim, she drank two or three glasses of wine, white or red, as she did every night. A friend had told her that the white wine strengthened the pectoral muscles, the red the loins. In any case, she experienced the wine as exciting and it stimulated her sexually in the most pleasant way, which was just fine with her. After dinner they sat at the table for a long time and Jim had to report everything. He did, in great detail, but revealed nothing about Maria's identity. The widow listened to him with a flushed face, he told about the rapes by the shepherd and the policeman, and of course how he had gradually learned to fuck. He did it on purpose, because now he knew that she was getting her pleasure every night with the chafing.

At the end he thought he could fuck pretty well and touched her blouse, her breasts. She pushed his hand away, blushing. She blushed even more when he said that if she needed it, he would be happy to do it to her, very happy. Of course, only if she wanted it. As if to prove it, he took out his semi‐stiff cock so the widow could see that it was now as big as a grown man's.

Of course she knew his cock. After all, before he ran away, she had bathed him every night for the past two years. He quickly gave up his attempts to masturbate, the violent palpitations and threatening need to pee deterring him. She remembered the first night she brought Jim home. Sitting on the stool in the bathroom, she had only an old, tattered housedress on, nothing else. She was sometimes careful not to spread her thighs too wide; she owed it to her shamefulness. After each effort at bathing her new child, she admonished herself to close her thighs again demurely. He allowed himself to be lathered and washed all over while bathing, his eyes wandering greedily and surreptitiously over her half‐exposed body. She made him stand up and washed his bottom and scrotum conscientiously. She carefully pulled the foreskin all the way back and removed the bit of smegma. She wanted to know from him if he wanted to do it now that he was so stiff and erect? If he didn't want to rub himself and cum where his cock was almost bursting with semen pressure? But he had not really understood the question and said he had never done it himself. Only once, when his home mate Eva had shown him her sex and explained about fucking, he had to try rubbing, but he had stopped right away, because of the palpitations. Eva had then done it to him with her hand, because he was too cowardly to fuck Eva properly. That was his first and only squirt, he said with a trusting look in his eyes.

He shook his head when Janet asked if he didn't sometimes do this sin in secret? Only after much questioning did he stammer that it squirted on its own in his dreams at night when he dreamed of Eva's sex and her masturbating. He had to admit during Janet's interrogation that he had not seen Eva's masturbating directly because she always did it under the covers. She usually willingly let him look at her sex and fondle him as often as he wanted. But when he peeked curiously under the covers, she stopped immediately. He was, of course, smart enough to sit at Eva's feet and lift the blanket with his toes. He had a good view of her legs, her thighs and her cunt of course. In the long run, of course, it was too boring for him, her finger rotated in circles,.... so what? Sometimes fast, sometimes slow her finger rotated on the hole, but nothing else happened. Actually, he would have expected that she would have to somehow reach into her hole with her fingers to perform the miracle there. No, the stupid finger just rotated in circles. There was no miracle at all! He didn't understand the principle of masturbation at all then, Janet noted in amazement.

Almost every night it splashed all by itself, he complained, in the middle of the dream, when he dreamed of Eva straining madly and the ceiling shaking very quickly. Janet now questioned him quite vigorously, he had to tell her about Eva in great detail. She made him repeat all the details three times, trying to see Eva's cunt and masturbation with her eyes closed. Janet thoughtfully stroked his erection and said that if he rubbed himself, it was a sin, a great sin! But if she did it to him, then he was not sinning and she could continue to love him as an innocent child. He squinted into her cleavage from above, for he could not get enough of her breasts and teats. What luck he had! A pretty, very pretty woman took him in, bathed him gently and he could see her teats, her breasts on the very first day! And because she kept spreading her thighs indecently, he could see her pubic hair and cleft quite clearly under her thin house dress .... He would much rather she did him, he said timidly, squinting at her large, heavy breasts. No palpitations, no need to pee and very fine squirting!, he said, squinting at her tiny, pointy teats. She stroked his cock ever so lightly and repeated that his innocence was all important to her, so she would do it for him, that way he didn't have to sin! She had become aroused while arguing and her thighs opened unseemly wide. He must not make this sin of rubbing himself, he had to promise firmly. He squinted at her pubic cleft and promised softly. And he had to promise to come to her in the bedroom immediately in the night, if it splashed again in the dream by itself. Then the pressure of the semen would be much too great and he would run the risk of sinning! He would have to let her release him from the semen pressure and not Do the sin. He nodded silently and swallowed several times, now she closed her thighs. She looked into his eyes questioningly for a very long time and held his erect cock very still in her hand. He didn't know what she was going to ask and looked at her hand holding his cock. She started rubbing him slowly, getting faster and faster. She masturbated him repeatedly and let him squirt one after another time until he went limp after more than an hour. He stared unblinkingly at her pubic cleft, as she strained properly and her thighs opened. This first bath day was incredibly surprising and horny! Now he was sneaking up on her every other night with his cock dripping, often even when it hadn't spurted at all. She was glad that he couldn't see her nakedness in the pitch dark bedroom, because that was considered unchaste in her twisted mind. He shyly felt his way through her pubic hair and placed his fingers on her pubic cleft while she rubbed his cock. She determinedly released him from the sexual pressure until the suffering of the erection was over. She slid his fingers from her pubic cleft and sent him to his room to sleep.

Of course she knew his cock. She had always cleaned it conscientiously when she bathed him, rubbing his cock with the soft, lathery bath sponge for as long as it was really firm. He squirted into the bath sponge rather quickly, but afterward she continued to rub him determinedly to clean him properly and empty his seed. She had to keep his pure, untainted soul from sinful masturbation as long as she could, and relieved him every other day. She had made up this nonsense herself, but by now she firmly believed it and emphatically passed it on to Jim. On the days between baths, he would wait until the rubbing sounds from her bedroom became quite rapid, then sneak into her bedroom. Before she had even breathed her Amen!, he clutched her twitching abdomen and waited until her twitching subsided and she attended to him. He succeeded more and more often, to slip under her covers and clasp her abdomen so early that he caught the beginning of her twitching. Then only came the Amen! She warned him hoarsely that he must not touch her cunt now, not now at the Amen!, but mostly he did it anyway, but it was nothing special, she just pressed her hand protectively on her violently grinding pussy. Now he crept to her even earlier and discovered that the sounds were coming from her rapidly chafing hand, just like Eve's, only her hand was rotating up and down instead of in a circle. She did not stop chafing until her abdomen jerked. He was too innocent and naive to unravel the wonder, to correctly classify the chafing, he knew nothing about masturbating. Was it wantonness or horniness when she sometimes pressed his glans between her labia while squirting and let it squirt into her vaginal vestibule, as Phyllis did then? It was clearly her unchaste desire when she spread wide and pressed the tip of his glans into her little hole, the glans itself was much too thick and did not fit in her little hole. She rubbed it really hard and his semen squirted into the little hole. Anyway, he never noticed, he only thought about squirting. She was quite sure that he never noticed that she let him squirt into her little hole, at least she hoped so. This jockey‐position was finally the one they both liked, she masturbated like a man and sometimes let him squirt in her vaginal vestibule or in her little hole. But it only worked in the completely darkened bedroom where they couldn't see each other and there was nothing unchaste about him clutching her naked abdomen or rubbing his little sack against her convulsions. Where she did not have to hide her body whipped by sinful desire, her unchaste desire. They both couldn't see any of their mutual nakedness, so it wasn't bad unchastity either. Basta!

She sometimes questioned him gently about what he thought about her chafing, but the innocent boy really didn't think it was masturbation, it was just as boring as Eva's grinding, he said disparagingly. It sounded unbelievable, but it was just like that. In time he came to her very early and sat on her like a jockey even before she began to masturbate. Her finger rubbed the clit very slowly and at the same time his little sack, which he pressed firmly on her pussy. Her finger always rubbed up and down, never sideways or in circles. She always started slowly, up and down, and slowly increased. Only at the end did she wipe as fast as she could. Then only one finger remained firmly on the clit, the others she spread off and rubbed very quickly from the wrist. Not infrequently he had to squirt during this fast fanning. That usually triggered her orgasm as well and she happily clutched his wet cock for as long as she orgasmed.

She had explained to him the first time that it was nothing sexual, it was something natural when she made him squirt. All godly women like her did it, she boldly claimed, so that their boys would remain innocent and did not sin. Jim nodded briskly, for even if he didn't understand her thinking, it was good and fine what godly women did for the salvation of their boys. She did not sin and murmur the Purge Me Domine, she did a good and godly work because he did not have to do the sinful masturbation himself. She knew it from her blessed husband how much the sexual pressure drove men to sinful masturbation. She explained all this to him again and again, because that was what she wanted to believe herself. Of course, she was not as free in the brightly lit bathroom as she was in the dark bedroom where unchastity could not be seen. The darkness hid everything, no one could see when their naked bodies and private parts touched indecently, or when his erect cock inadvertently poked her labia when the jockey mounted her; she sometimes suspected that it was not accidental. The darkness hid everything when she chafed or made him squirt. The darkness covered the horniness and her sinful desire that was written all over her face. The darkness also hid the fact that she was rubbing his cock right in front of her cunt, pressing his glans inside her as she squirted. He would probably feel her warm flesh as she squirted, but certainly not see it! Jim really didn't think he was squirting inside her vagina. Eva had explained exactly how to fuck her, even though he only wanted to do it with his index finger. The cock had to plunge very deep into the vagina, fuck violently and squirt inside. But he never penetrated Janet's vagina, she just kind of pressed his cock onto her pussy where it was so nice and warm and soft. She pressed him really hard against her pussy, rubbed him hard and he squirted, it was that easy! He was quite sure that he did not penetrate her vagina! At least, that was all she could get out of him in careful interrogation. Janet pinched her lips together resolutely and rubbed him squirting and squirting again until his erection went limp.

He almost always had to squirt twice in the bath sponge until he went limp. But she didn't count how many times he squirted in the bath sponge, instead she vigorously rubbed his cock as long as the erection lasted. Sometimes it lasted longer than half an hour to one hour, and on those days she wondered why he could squirt so many times in a row. After each squirt, she dipped the sponge into the water and soaped it with bath foam, because with the bath foam he felt the irritation much more intense and squirted faster. A sideways glance at his cock was enough to gauge the erection. He carefully hid under his almost closed eyelids that that was why it went so long on those days, because her cleavage was showing more than usual and he was enjoying the sight of her breasts and the sweet little teats. He stared at her naked, spread thighs, which she had bared up to the top so that her dress remained dry, and fantasized hornily what her cunt might look like, whether it looked something like Eva's. Several times she lost herself in fantasies or sweet memories, forgetting the time and not caring that her dress slipped all the way up and her cunt became visible. It excited him that her cunt looked just like Eva's, but was much larger and sometimes opened slightly when Janet worked hard. Her sullen face lit up and she rubbed him further and further and further with her eyes closed until she awoke after a long time. Phil, Charlene and all the many cavaliers were lost in the mist. She passed over his half‐hearted attempts when he said she wouldn't get her clothes wet if she undressed while bathing. Fiddle‐dee‐dee, she thought, he was never allowed to see her naked! Because that was very sinful! she said with feigned disgust, only unchaste women showed themselves naked, and she was not unchaste!

But already a few days later she took off her thin house dress shamefacedly and with a shy look and got naked into the tub with him. One leg in the water, the other on the edge of the bathtub. She did not know what power compelled her to present her cunt so freely. He gaped and peered, but she looked at him sternly as he curiously palmed her pubic and labia with his hand. She sighed as the curious fingers probed the vaginal vestibule and the little hole. She wanted to withdraw from him immediately, but a higher power forced her to patiently hold out her naked cunt to him. Nevertheless, she snorted indignantly when he stuck his index finger into her hole with pinpoint accuracy. "Your hole is much smaller than Eva's," he whispered in amazement. To her astonishment, he squirted almost at the same instant as his finger penetrated deep into her vagina. He reluctantly let her go as she sat down in the water. When she masturbated him sitting in the bathwater, he had to face her, his cock just inches from her face. She held a hand out in front when he squirted in the bath sponge. She never let him squirt on her face, she didn't like that at all. Later she held his cock so that it squirted into the water or onto her breasts. Still, he kept squirting on her face, even though she scolded him a lot afterwards. On the breast, on the breast! he suggested. She picked up a lathered breast with one hand and lifted the heavy thing. She left off the bath sponge and rubbed it gently. His glans she let dance on her breast, rubbed it quickly and let it splash on the teat. He hummed with pleasure, they had found a good solution. For herself, rubbing his glans on her breast was not sexually arousing, although the touches on her teat sent pleasant shivers down her spine. It was clearly a better choice than getting squirted in the face.

Many more times his fingers searched for her little hole when she put one leg on the edge of the tub and left her pubic to him. It was good for his erection, she knew, because it took only seconds until he was stiff and squirting, and somehow it did her good too. She just wasn't used to dealing with her horniness and sinful desire. She always made protesting sounds when he jabbed a finger into her tight little hole and made quick humping motions. That's how Eva explained fucking to me, he whispered. Janet nodded that this was correct, and instantly his cock squirted without her touching it. But this sinless squirting soon ceased and she only let him finger fuck her hole briefly, which he silently accepted. His erection unfolded magnificently in anticipation as soon as she lathered up the bath sponge. No sooner had she started rubbing his cock with the lathering bath sponge than he spurted with a moan and reached greedily and hornily for her breasts. She sighed, for surely this was only a small sin, but she let him. This made her feel much less remorseful than having his finger penetrate her vagina, only to squirt sinlessly. From time to time she whistled at the remorse because her horniness was stronger than the bigotry and presented her pubis demandingly. She spread the labia with her fingers and inserted his finger herself her vagina. She enjoyed the finger fucking for a few minutes, then touched his glans and immediately his semen splashed over her hand. As the heavy drops slapped her fingers, she soothed the remorse by saying that she was only doing it to make him squirt quickly and effortlessly, not because of the finger fucking. Nevertheless, she was very depressed because she felt quite violently the sinful desire to be fucked and let herself finger fuck more often. He seemed to want it too and got into the sinful act as the automatic squirting went again. She seriously considered teaching him to finger fuck during her sinful chafing under the cover of darkness, but she didn't. She pushed the sinful thoughts aside and conscientiously and vigorously stripped the last droplets of semen from his cock. Mostly, however, he also took pleasure in feeling and caressing the well‐rounded breasts. His fingers innocently played with her breast nipples and she always allowed it, because it did her so good! From now on, the rubbing and squirting took a long time, because he kept getting erect again and again while feeling her breasts and teats, and she had to keep rubbing him and making him squirt.

Naturally, the division into two different scenarios — bathroom and bedroom — did not last long. He came to her bedroom more and more often, and eventually every night. He wanted to squirt quite often, rubbing his cock gently to erection after the official bedtime routine. The many glasses of wine at dinner had their effect on the beautiful widow, and when he heard her horny sighing through the intermediate door that was ajar, he would sneak up to her in the dark. She always checked to see if he had an erection when he mounted her like a jockey. As a matter of course, he inserted his glans into the soft, warm flesh between her labia and waited patiently for her to finish her mindless grinding. He could feel every movement of her finger with his cock, his heart pounding as soon as she began to fan rapidly. Mostly he had to squirt when her abdomen rolled and she gripped his cock. She sighed a few times in sweet suffering, then thrust his glans deep into her flesh. To his sensation, she stuck his glans just a little way into her cleft. He could not imagine her pressing the glans halfway into her hole. He concentrated fully on her rubbing and squirting as often as he could. She gasped with pleasure when his seed spurted into her vagina in strong jets and continued to rub him. She stopped only when his cock went limp after the last spurt. She sent him to sleep and depending on whether she still felt the intoxicating, sexually stimulating effects of the wine, she masturbated once more before falling asleep.

So many times she thought about it, it was all in all a good solution. She could masturbate her fill every night and fantasize so nicely about getting fucked, even if it was a bit sinful. He remained her innocent boy and did not sin as she did the cock rubbing. They both felt it was bathing and being bathed, neither thought of sex! Especially as the pious widow kept rattling off her Purge Me Domine, Amen!

He praised his newly learned fucking on the evening when he returned from Maria's. Now he stood in front of her, showing off his erect cock.

He took her hand and placed it on his cock, but she withdrew it a few moments later. The blushing widow gasped at first, as if genuinely indignant when he rubbed himself, but then she was silent for a long time, thoughtfully watching him under her thick lashes. This was very different from squirting in the bath sponge, he was masturbating for the first time in her presence. Not until I want it, she said softly, and Jim nodded briskly as he masturbated right in front of her face and lips. She didn't want to get squirted in the face, though, so with her head flushed, she grabbed his glans with two fingers and bent his cock a little to the side so he wouldn't squirt on her. She squinted at the glans and the little hole from which the semen was about to squirt out. She didn't have to think very hard that she would soon give in to his sexual impetuosity and let him fuck her. If I want it, she thought, what a load of garbage, of course I want it, but not yet! She watched the glans fill with more blood with each forward stroke and shrink again as she stroked back. She gripped a little tighter to better feel this swelling and shrinking. Jim reached the finale and rubbed really, really fast. She could feel that the glans was no longer swelling down. She was so excited that her mouth was half open. She gripped the glans even more determinedly and looked with widened eyes at the little hole, from which a thick, bright jet soon shot out, directly into her mouth! She spit the semen with disgust out, immediately! She continued to hold the glans with two fingers as his seed slapped to the floor in heavy drops, only letting go when the spurting stopped. Her sullen, wrinkled face expressed all her despair during the squirting, for her dear, innocent boy was committing a great sin right now! She swallowed convulsively several times and said blushing shamefully, not until I want it! But when he took a tentative step towards her and greedily groped her breasts, she abruptly turned away and they went upstairs, to bed.

As she did every night before his escape, she came into his room for a goodnight kiss and to turn out the light. He pulled the covers up very slowly so that she had to see his erection. She was also no longer wearing the long, cotton nightgown, but a much shorter, silk Negligé that only barely covered her panties. He looked at her and thought she had quite a good figure despite the bra and the panties. She was tall and skinny, but her large breasts showed off her figure well, despite her bra. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let him tell her again about fucking, a clear contradiction to her massive, often disturbing bigotry. Jim observed that her hand played incessantly with the hem of her panties as he told his fuck stories. He sensed that her thoughts were racing as she listened to the obscene details and her fingers tugged restlessly at her labia under her panties. He was really a very good fucker, he said again, and if she needed it,.... But she stood up and kissed him for a long time on his forehead, on the crown of his head. Her large bosom covered his face and she propped her hand on his erection quite at random and held his cock for a long time. Then she left and closed the door. It seemed to him that she was masturbating much more violently than usual.

The next evening he was amazed when he pushed the blanket aside in a lascivious way to show her his erection. She was wearing the same negligee as before, but no bra nor panties. When she sat down at his bedside, she briefly leaned on his erection and he could catch a glimpse of her pubic cleft for a split second. First she told him about her youth in the convent boarding school and that she didn't understand anything then when her classmates whispered about that particular sin. Jim had slowly begun to masturbate while she was telling, and she put her fingers on the glans. She graduated at seventeen and was immediately married to the son of the large landowning Plunkett family, as her family expected this union to increase their empire. She could remember bleeding profusely on her wedding night, which was generally highly praised. Her husband was a finely educated man and was more often in the library than in the fields. He was a sensitive lover and taught her all that was important to love. Jim stepped up, her face contorted at the thought of him committing that great sin again, her fingers clutched the glans frantically and he spurted high into the air.

She cried briefly, her hand again resting haphazardly on his aroused wet cock and she left it there. They did everything, she continued tearfully, to have a progenitor. But she didn't get pregnant, even though they did everything one does in lovemaking. Jim looked at her questioningly. We did it a lot, often several times a day, whenever ... when his cock could get hard. Her face ran crimson as she blurted out the word cock. "So, what else?" asked Jim, who had slowly begun to masturbate again. She turned blood red in the face again and stammered that he had once explained the boarding school sin to her and let her do it herself. How she had to masturbate in front of him, high red with shame, over and over again, because she always stopped too soon because she was afraid to continue. He made her start over so many times until she did continue and was surprised by the explosion. It was the first orgasm in her life and the only one during her marriage, she would swear to God. She never did it again as long as he lived, although her husband kept asking if she was doing it to herself. The widow paused briefly and clasped the glans with two fingers as Jim gasped and spurted. She gasped, for she did not want him to sin.

Her husband never masturbated either, although she knew that from before, and never let him give her a hand job either. Instead, he very carefully taught her to masturbate him in her mouth, only there she was allowed to touch his cock and rub it vigorously to make it squirt into her mouth and swallow the semen. That was very important for him, she said, when I had my period, because the poor guy had to squirt every day. Does he do that too, squirt in her mouth, she asked, absently and as if quite by accident touching his cock, with the other woman you were hiding with? No, Jim confessed, and again gave a long, rambling account of what he had learned about fucking, and she felt his erection slowly growing under her hand. We need to get closer, but only gradually, she thought. She lifted his erect cock, her thumb and forefinger forming a ring around his glans. I want to make the sin for you, she said, and rubbed the glans, faster and faster, making him squirt between her two fingers. But when he started talking again about how much he wanted to do it to her when she needed it, she took her hand off his cock and stood up. The goodnight kiss lasted very long and he felt her breasts and nipples on his face. She didn't close the door completely and he could hear her committing the boarding school sin aloud for a very long time.

When she sat at the edge of the bed and told or listened to him, he saw her fingers under the Negligé playing with the labia, usually a finger cheekily twitched to the clit, but only very briefly. She seemed indifferent to the fact that he could look directly under the Negligé. Her hand was no longer randomly groping for his cock, but deliberately. Since he no longer covered himself when she came in, she pulled the blanket up only to his ankles. Thoughtfully, she touched the cock, then went back to telling in great detail how she had masturbated her husband's cock in her mouth. She pulled Jim's foreskin back and forth with gentle motions, but it wasn't a handjob. Jim's hand slid up her thigh, touched her labia, and rested motionless on her clit as she stroked his foreskin. He immediately rubbed her clit, but she instantly grabbed his hand and stopped him, "No, please don't!" He kept his hand very still on her pubic cleft and sometimes he stroked the clit a little because she allowed it and stopped holding his hand back while she masturbated him. It excited him very much that her other hand played with her labia and clit as if absently while she put her fingers around his glans in a ring while he masturbated. When he came to squirt, she would pull and tug on her clit as if absently. But soon after he had squirted, she rose and the prolonged goodnight kiss followed, during which she covered his face with her large breasts. Would you like to play a little with my teats, she asked in passing. Instinctively he reached under the Negligé and with both hands on her breasts. They were big and soft and the nipples were hard and small. She liked that he touched and caressed her breasts and her pubic was exposed. She let him, for this was very fine for her.

From now on he lay naked on his bed when she came in. She caressed him all over his body and grabbed finally his cock. Silently, she moved her lips and gave him a very strange hand job that was quite different from Maria's when she had her period. Janet — he was too old to keep calling her Mom — Janet stroked his foreskin over the glans and back again, very slowly and deliberately, and murmured her bigoted prayers. This wasn't a hand job, this was just stroking, he could just feel his foreskin stretching over his glans and being pulled back again. Earlier, with the bath sponge, she had done it vigorously and quickly. Her hand, as light as the violinist's hand leading the bow at the sul tasto, pulled the foreskin over the glans again and again. He stroked her clit just as lightly and slowly, feeling it stiffen. The mutual stroking went on for a very long time until, unexpectedly, his semen slowly oozed from his glans. No thrusting, no squirting. It simply oozed out of his glans.

He was irritated and even more so when she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth. It was such a nice feeling, warm and loving her lips played around his cock and her tongue licked the glans. She licked his cock and swallowed his semen. He still had an erection, she took his hand and put it on his cock promptly. He masturbated and watched her as she nervously tugged at her labia and clit. When he began to cum, she put her mouth over the glans and swallowed his seed. She licked his glans until the cock softened. Unexpectedly, she stood up and the goodnight kiss came on his forehead. She didn't mind her cunt being exposed as he slid his semen wet hands under her Negligé and lifted it. You like to play a little breast, don't you? she asked purely rhetorically. He fondled her breasts and nipples for minutes, as he always did, before she left.

Evening after evening she rubbed his glans with patience and slowness, licking, slurping and swallowing his seed. As long as he remained restrained and she didn't try to masturbate, he was allowed to caress her skinny labia and clit. He enjoyed the play of her tongue and lips. When she stopped, he rubbed quickly and she sucked and lapped up the semen. A few times he was too lazy to masturbate himself and let her masturbate his glans three times in a row. She was proud that she could do it so well that he preferred to let her do it, even though it took so much longer. She made it as piggish as she could. As always when she masturbated him, she played with her labia with her other hand and the closer it got to squirting, the faster she tugged and tugged at her clit. She didn't seem to be rubbing the clit consciously, it almost happened on its own. More than once he had the impression that she winced when she paused in the rubbing after rubbing her clit for a few seconds as if she were foolish. He wasn't sure how far she had gone, because she immediately continued with his cock. She was glad that her innocent boy never noticed her little secret orgasms, she would have been ashamed to death otherwise. And always she ruefully took it upon herself to stop rubbing her clit when she masturbated him. Yet she did it more and more often, more and more obviously. She didn't want to masturbate him the way he did himself, but the way she wanted him to. Her thumb and forefinger formed a ring, which she danced up and down quickly and firmly on his glans. We're getting closer, she thought each time she made him squirt and swallowed his seed. She crossed herself and whispered Amen! "Like to play with the breasts, don't you?" she said kindly and willingly left her breasts for him to play with for a few minutes before giving him the long goodnight kiss on the top of his head.

We are getting closer, she thought, because now I want it soon! The next evening she came again, dressed only in the Negligé and sat on the edge of the bed. She ignored the blanket and immediately bent over his naked cock. He should tell about fucking again, she said, licking his glans and taking it all in her mouth. While he was telling, her hand played with her labia under the Negligé and plucked the clit incessantly, she deliberately pushed the Negligé higher and higher and let him watch quite consciously. For minutes she pulled, tugged and rubbed her clit, at the same time sucking and sucking his glans. He stared transfixed at her finger relentlessly rubbing the clit and gently groped her breasts. She rubbed the clit and surrounding flesh with abandon, at the same time licking and sucking his glans with her tongue. The steady, stroking movements of her finger made the clit get all hard. He stared steadfastly at her clit, ignoring the fact that his cock was only half erect. She mewled gurgling deeply and contentedly as he rubbed her teats quite firmly. She put her mouth so deep over his cock that she almost choked. She didn't seem to care, the rapid rubbing took her completely. She wrenched her mouth open in desperation when, after a few minutes, her abdomen heaved and twitched violently, she moaned loudly, and her finger froze in midair over her clit. For seconds her abdomen rolled and her plaintive moans faded softly. Abruptly she stood up and walked to the door, no squirting, no goodnight kiss, no extinguishing of the light. She stopped and seemed to want to say something, then went and left the door wide open. Jim got up to close it, but she had left her door ajar and was pulling the Negligé straight over her head.

Jim understood immediately and went to her with a bobbing erection, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. Then he pushed her onto the bed. I've never had anyone since my husband again....., she lied unabashedly, crossing herself as she willingly spread her thighs. Jim regarded her closely. She was, after all, very tall and slender, almost scrawny. Her breasts were much larger than Mary's, but not as firm and pendulous. The dark triangle of her pubic hair ended above her cleft, her labia were not as fleshy and soft as Maria's, her vaginal opening was very tight and firm, you couldn't see her little hole right away. Her clit was a bit larger than Maria's and obviously still aroused. He bent over her and leaned his face against hers, then asked what she had said. I pray, whispered the deeply devout Widow Plunkett, I always pray, so it won't be a sin! and went on praying almost silently. Jim, who was used to Mary inserting his cock into her vagina with her hand, waited in vain and then reached down himself. The widow's vagina was quite tight and firm, not as soft and inviting as Maria's. He searched for her tiny little hole for a long time and very carefully guided his cock closer, she had clenched her vaginal muscles very tightly and made plaintive sounds when he finally found the little hole. She abruptly stopped muttering prayers when his fingers found the clit. It was all hard and firm. She drew in her breath sharply as he palpated her clit. He searched the little hole again with his finger and tried to put a finger inside. When his thumb happened to touch the clit, the tension in her vaginal muscles briefly eased a bit and he was able to very slowly insert his finger into her vagina. He slid his glans along his finger to the vaginal entrance, then pulled his finger out and was now able to press the glans into her small vaginal opening. She took an excited deep breath and the vaginal muscles gripped the glans tightly. As hard as he pressed forward, she allowed his glans and cock to penetrate only millimeters at a time. Her bigoted murmur was mixed with plaintive gasps as he continued to penetrate, very slowly and very deeply, until he felt the cervix.

Since Jim had masturbated extensively the nights before, there was no danger of him squirting too soon. Her vagina was very tight and only a little wet, so that his cock was tightly embraced by her cramped vaginal muscles. Do you like to squirt already? she asked again and again. He fucked her very slowly and persistently, his glans pushing firmly against her cervix. Not yet, not yet? she asked in between and he grumbled, we still have a long way to go. Again and again she interrupted the murmured prayers and whispered if he was already squirting. He shook his head and she fell silent. She held him tightly, praying silently and making no move to rub her clit. So he reached down between their bodies and rubbed her clit. She clawed her fingernails into his back at the first moment and stopped praying in shock. What is he doing, what is he doing, she whispered. But then she murmured one prayer after another aloud the more aroused she became. Before orgasm, her loudly breathed yes, yes, yes! relieved the praying, and in orgasm she gasped small, pointed sounds into Jim's ear. He gave her and himself a little breather before continuing.

The second orgasm, on the other hand, was very violent and Jim had to take good care not to be shaken out by her convulsions. He couldn't hold back any longer and was now fucking wildly and rapidly while she gasped her prayers and had to swallow tiny climaxes over and over again. Just before he squirted, he kissed her on the mouth and his tongue sought hers. Then he discharged explosively, she could feel the squirting very clearly, with each thrust she felt a solid jet spurt into her vagina. He left his cock in her vagina until it slowly softened. Amen! she breathed in awe. Exhausted, he slid to her side, gasping for breath.

After that, it bubbled out of her, this would be very different than with her husband. She knew no orgasms, she claimed, and had only one in their years of marriage, when he showed her the boarding school sin. He never touched my clit while fucking, she said reproachfully, we could have had it so much nicer! She had believed then to lie there godly and hold out her vagina to him until he had cum, that was right. But he always fucked and squirted very quickly, so that the duty lasted barely a minute. She found it more and more interesting to take his cock in her mouth and then rub his cock. This lasted much longer and always gave her a sense of power to make him squirt quickly or late. Her husband kept wanting to know if she was doing it to herself, if she was rubbing her clit? But she swore to him that she would never do it herself. No, not even a little bit! Jim found it very strange that she was so secretive about her masturbation. He had always noticed during the past weeks when she secretly played with her clit and orgasmed inconspicuously during handjobs or cock sucking. Now, too, just before they fucked, she had done it quite openly and without hiding it, out of sheer horniness. She was obviously very ambivalent about this matter. On the one hand she did it quite openly in his presence, on the other hand she kept claiming not to do it. He did not understand her ambivalent behavior with the best will in the world. Then they lay side by side in silence until he went back to his room.

Janet did not think for a second about contraception. On the contrary, she was 36 now and could get pregnant for maybe another seven or eight years. She longed very much for a child, fucking Jim made her hope again. He was a tall, wiry Celt and certainly had good genes to pass on. She firmly resolved to let him fuck her every chance she got and maybe get pregnant by him.

The other day he biked to Maria's and they wrestled, fucking, on the new, big bed. During a break in the fight, they drank liquor from the bottle, though Jim held back because he didn't like the liquor. Maria, who smoked only very rarely, blew the smoke cheekily in his face and grumbled that masturbating was bland without him. He said he had fucked the widow Plunkett, Janet. Mary, who had no idea of this, moved closer with flashing eyes and he had to tell her everything in great detail. That Janet had rubbed him and made him squirt during all those years, he never told Maria.

The first days, how she sat down at his bedside. That he showed her his erection. The panties and bra left off. The hand that rested on his hard‐on, tentatively stroking the foreskin. The oozing semen that she licked off and took the cock in her mouth. That she swallowed his seed and sometimes masturbated clitorally with her clit while she did him. Last night. Their stories and fucking. Maria wanted to hear everything about his four‐week joyride in detail, laughed uproariously at the word boarding school sin, and wanted to know what she did afterward. Jim said she claimed to have done it only once, when her husband showed her. Never again after that, the widow claimed. That this couldn't be true because she always secretly rubbed her clit during handjobs or cock licking and had an orgasm almost every time, although she tried to hide it coyly. Jim mentioned that he had heard her masturbate very noisily every night since she had taken him in. Only he had not known then that these sounds, as well as her sighing Amen! were masturbation. Maria was also very puzzled by Janet's secrecy and said that all the girls and women she knew did it, that it was natural! She even mentioned two ancient women they both knew, and they were still doing it, even though they were older than 60 and their husbands had been in the ground for ages. In response to his question, she said that women were less shy about talking about it among themselves when they knew each other a little better. Mary could get delightfully excited at his stories and he had to keep telling her about sex with the widow.

So the weeks passed, he told the widow Plunkett nothing in detail about the sex with Maria, only that he spent the weekends with the woman who had heroically hidden him away and taught him how to fuck. The good‐night kissing ritual was no more, and when she stood naked in his doorway each night, he happily followed her. He never thought about whether it was right to take turns fucking two women, and they never brought it up. He was too innocent and naive, and the women guessed that they both could only lose. Janet was happy to have sex at all, and Maria probably had someone to fuck too, he guessed, but he never asked.

Still rubbing Janet's clit, she whispered in his ear that she had only done it once, back when her husband showed her how to do it herself, and that she had never done it in front of anyone else, she just couldn't. Jim was completely confused by their differing statements and wisely kept silent. It was actually a sin, Janet whispered, but if you needed it badly, she breathed, you had to sin. She repeated this over and over, pleading for him to rub her while they fucked. Jim whispered once after months, since your husband is in heaven, you do it every night, but she kept silent. It took several days before she finally admitted it, that she did it every day, sometimes more often. And after several more days, when Jim had stopped masturbating her while fucking her, she timidly and uncertainly felt for her clit herself. Afterwards, she asked uncertainly if that had been okay, and he answered in the affirmative. From that first hesitant time on, she always masturbated herself while fucking, to Jim's satisfaction. He was allowed to sit between her thighs during his recovery breaks and watch her masturbate up close. The spell was finally broken. But she was always terribly ashamed that she masturbated and always looked sad and pained when she orgasmed. When she had her period, she gave him a good handjob and he was allowed to cum in her mouth.

The Widow's Secrets

Twenty years later, as she lay dying from cancer and had transferred all her possessions to him in her will, Jim sat by her bedside almost daily. I've had a wild life, she once said. They both knew what she meant. After he moved in with Mary for good, she gave up bigotry altogether and screwed her way across the county. There was probably no one between 14 and 80 that she hadn't fucked. The men loved her tight vaginal entrance more than anything, she went along with everything and was soon considered an insider tip. Another time she looked at him seriously and said that when she was dead, he would own this large city apartment and her not inconsiderable fortune, so he could easily renovate the apartment. It would be better for the children to live here and attend good schools. School education was one of the most important things a father could give his children. He promised to discuss it with Maria. Her voice was quiet and weak a week later, but she still wanted to say something important while she could. She insisted and confided in Jim two secrets she had never told anyone and asked him to keep quiet about them until she was lying in the cemetery. Her virginity and her husband's death, she told Jim, she wanted to confess to him.

At the girls' boarding school, Janet shared a room with Phyllis. They were both outsiders, spoke no Gaelic and were not involved in any girls' clubs. And they were the only ones who already had real breasts, really nice breasts – an important attribute among 16 and 17–year olds. Janet's breasts were large, firm and full like a nursing woman's. Phil's breasts were much smaller, but with noticeably large, stiff nipples that were clearly visible through all the blouses. Phil had already slipped into bed with her the first night and they talked and fondled each other under their nightgowns, especially their breasts, until they fell asleep. The next night Phil joined Janet in bed again. Janet took off her nightgown, Phil hesitated for a moment, then she took off her clothes too. In the dim light Janet realized that Phil had a cock, a little boy's cock.

Janet could appreciate it, because when Uncle Jack needed her to masturbate and she had to show him her naked cleft under her skirt, there she saw his adult cock, from which it squirted at the end of his masturbation. To her, Phil's was a little cock like she had seen many times before in young boys. Phil told her that she only had a blind vagina, but no uterus or ovaries, but she had a real, functioning cock, but unfortunately she could not father children. She said dick, not cock, Janet thought. Phil, she said, had let dozens of boys fuck her since she turned 13, but had never fucked a girl herself – however, Janet didn't believe everything. Now she showed Janet how she masturbated and squirted. Over the next few days, she taught Janet to give her a handjob. She also showed her how to French kiss, they cuddled and kissed until they fell asleep, Janet gave her quite a few handjobs. Phil had no idea about female masturbation, she stroked Janet's pubic and labia that her heart beat up to her throat. They both thought that was it.

Then, one night, Phil wanted to fuck. Janet shook her head vigorously and said, my hymen! That wouldn't do! Phil examined her closely and said there was a big hole in the hymen. Janet said because of her period, so the blood could leak out. But Phil didn't want to get only the handjobs. They could try it out. So it came to pass that she carefully put her little boy cock through the hole and assured her that she would take care of the hymen. She was careful, and it worked. Janet got a strong palpitation at the end of being fucked and Phil was blissful to squirt very gently in her vagina. Janet said after some time the fucking was too dangerous for her hymen, they would have to do it differently, the hole was already getting bigger.

Phil was only allowed to keep her little cock in Janet's vagina completely still, but not fuck her, then they French kissed deeply and stroked each other intensely until Phil's little cock started to throb and cum deep in her vagina. But that only worked for a very short time. Janet was very concerned that Phil might further damage her hymen, and out of this distress she devised the method they used to fuck until school ended. She formed a tunnel with one or both hands in front of her vaginal entrance where Phil's cock could fuck as hard and as fast as she wanted. This way she could make sure exactly that only the tip of the glans entered the vaginal vestibule, especially when Phil went wild and cum.

A second method Phil also quite liked. Janet held her glans with one hand and moved the glans back and forth, up and down and in circles in the vaginal vestibule with slow and faster movements. With the other hand, she rubbed the shaft of Phil's cock just as she did with the handjob. With either method, her hymen was no longer at risk.

From now on they fucked every night until the end of the school year, as often as Phil could, but only in the tunnel of hands in front of the vaginal entrance. Janet made sure Phil's cock only fucked in her hands and of course allowed the glans to rhythmically bump against her labia, this made her heart pound. When Phil squirted, Janet held the glans tightly and squeezed out the last droplets of semen at the end. She always looked forward to the fucking and the heart pounding, Phil could fuck quite wonderfully. Most of the time they had to take breaks because Janet almost couldn't stand the palpitations. Often, however, they would cuddle during the breaks and rub their bodies together. Janet dipped her fingers into Phil's vagina and fucked her until she squirted. She moved on to teasing Phil's vagina and reaching forward for his cock with long, erotic strokes. It worked best when she grasped the shaft and rubbed it like a handjob while simultaneously finger‐fucking Phil's vagina. Phil loved to cum while doing this and wanted a second one right away. Janet was reassured because Phil was no longer actively fucking her and her hymen was not at risk.

Phil told in great detail how fucking with the guys was and that very few dared to attack her cock (Janet corrected with herself: little cock) and rub it until she squirted. Mostly she had to do it herself. At some point Phil admitted that he had already fucked three girls. One could already fuck guys and was curious to do it with a half‐woman. They did it a few times, then the interest faded. The other two were very, very young and Phil deflowered them (which Janet didn't believe her). One came to her more often after the first time and they fucked for weeks.

Janet saw through the cunning girl's reasoning and shook her head vigorously, she had to keep her virginity, no matter what. Still, she enjoyed the narration during the lulls and when she closed her eyes she saw it all in front of her, the boy thrusting into Phil's vagina to the hilt while Phil masturbated. Or how Phil was squirting hard into the vaginas of the young, blossoming girls. No, she kept saying, my hymen is very important to me! She kept her virginity, even though the hole in her hymen had grown larger and larger. So she went into marriage as a virgin, even though she had been fucked for a whole school year and was certainly not an inexperienced virgin as she was expected to be. She never told anyone.

The end of her marriage was terrible. Her husband hadn't wanted to fuck her for months and had moved back to his parents' house three months earlier. He said he had to think about everything, but came every week to check on her. His visits lasted barely 10 minutes and he wouldn't talk. He fucked her every time in his hurried way. She complained about her senseless loneliness and he said that if she missed it so much, she should do it herself, that's what all lonely women did. After his visits, she suffered greatly from the rejection. She played with her clit for hours, of course, at all hours of the day– and night, but she stopped at the pounding of her heart. She found it oppressive when she was surprised by the explosion. It meant loss of control, the body twitching and writhing of its own accord, and she could do nothing about it for seconds. She much preferred it when she rubbed slowly and it came without explosion — a quiet, pleasant wriggling and then the satisfied gasp and exhale. So the clit play gave her a lot of nice moments, because meanwhile she could forget about her unhappiness and fantasize horny and voluptuous all the time. She enjoyed it much more than his short fucking.

On his last day he came as usual, but after fucking her he said he wanted to go out with her and talk about everything. She immediately agreed and also admired his new American car, a DeSoto. He headed for the vantage point above the cliffs and after parking he wanted to fuck her again in the new car. She obediently climbed into the back seat and flipped up her skirt. He took a long time and took his time before he bent over her. He didn't seem to care at all that passers‐by walked by, stopped and looked inside the car. Janet's heart went cold as she realized that he was about to publicly humiliate her. She pulled her skirt down over her face and lay there with her abdomen naked, but he kept touching her sex and making his clitplay in public. It happened for the first time that he touched her clit and he was good at it!

She gasped and moaned under her skirt, orgasming once and again as it was almost as pleasurable as she made it herself. When he paused satisfied, she cried out from under the skirt that it had not gone! He got mad and masturbated her again that she lost sight and hearing, so violent orgasms she had. But she shouted again that it didn't work and he had to go on and on. With each orgasm he spread her knees so that everyone could see the undulation and rocking of her abdomen, so that everyone could see the grinding of her vaginal muscles and her labia very clearly. He rubbed her clit again, making her quiver and tremble. People pressed their noses against the window panes and some let their tongues dance obscenely. She hid her face under her skirt and spread her legs very wide, because being masturbated did her a damn good. And exposing herself naked in front of strangers made her insanely horny. She pressed her pubic and throbbing hole forward as hard as she could as her abdomen undulated. She rocked her abdomen back and forth, moaning almost silently and restrainedly as she orgasmed. She was churning inside, did the idiot really have to seek humiliating publicity to masturbate her so wonderfully? Or did he have to shatter her expectations and talk about divorce? Her wretched husband was sweating with exertion as she cried out loudly after each orgasm that it didn't work again, driving him relentlessly to continue rubbing. Later she would not remember that he masturbated her in public for at least an hour and she had orgasm after orgasm. She felt only contempt for him, not letting her arousal show as well as it could. She stayed down and endured him fucking her intermittently for a surprisingly long time, and at one point stood up groaning. There was no love in his features, only I‐fuck‐my‐wife‐when‐I‐want to and a contempt with which he exposed her nakedness and sexuality in public. She was seething inside with rage at the perverted coward.

They silently followed the narrow path that led along high above the cliffs and he cautiously began to talk about the divorce. He was now dating Charlene, he said, and she was pregnant. Of course Janet knew who it was, his cousin, with whom he had been screwing since they were children together. Charlene could fuck much better than she could and always let him watch her masturbate, he said, to hurt her and put her on the defensive. He had always been faithful to her, Janet, until three months ago, he lied. And now he wanted a divorce, he said, because of the pregnancy. They had stopped because Janet had hit herself on a rock. He jumped over to support her, but she had taken a step sideways and he tumbled past her into the depths with a horrible scream.

Or, he leapt toward her to push her over the cliff? Or, he leapt toward her, but she dodged and pushed him into the depths? Or both?

She never wanted to find out, she had no real memories of it at all. Deep in her memory lay hidden how it really was, but she never thought of it again in her life, until today.

Janet coughed and took a sip of water, then continued her story without looking at Jim.

The humiliation in the car, when he played with her naked pubis, her labia, her clit, even though curious strangers were watching, even though she had pulled her skirt over her face in shame and looked on in horror at the gloating, horny gawking underneath. He played with her clit for at least half an hour while people stood around grinning and watching and taking photographs as she orgasmed, moaning and twitching. Her heart grew colder than the icicle her heart had become. She felt victorious as she shouted and screamed orgasms to him. She felt nothing, absolutely nothing, even though he was doing everything he could to arouse her, to wring an orgasm from her clit. During this humiliation, a hatred grew inside her like she had never felt before. This wretch of a man asked for a divorce to make his mistress from youth days an honorable woman!

As she screamed at him that she would never divorce him and bumped into the stone in her rage, he lunged at her with his face contorted in fury, pure murder in his eyes. She dodged him and he braked at the last second, stopping unsteadily at the edge of the precipice, wobbling and trying desperately to regain his balance. Stones came loose from under his feet and rumbled into the abyss. With an angry yell, screaming and with all her might, she pushed him backwards with both hands. As he desperately searched in the air for a foothold, she pushed him again with both hands, with all her strength and full of hatred, so that he plunged into the abyss with a horrible scream. She had his long‐drawn‐out death scream in her ear for months to come.

For everyone it was suicide in a hopeless situation, everyone knew about Charlene. He had at least left a legally valid will, already anticipating divorce. Janet got the big city apartment and a decent monthly bequest for life, Charlene got the big rest and was content. One eyewitness swore on the Bible that he had seen it all. The husband, who first raped his wife in the back seat of the car, then ran toward the precipice and jumped into the depths with a ghastly scream. And no, the wife had certainly not seen anything, she was lying half naked on the back seat and had pulled her skirt over her face. Janet said nothing about it, the police noted this statement meticulously. The solemnly sworn testimony was court‐proof and not to be doubted. Janet left it at that, she was terribly tired and saw no reason to contradict. Everyone around her believed this version, no one blamed her. She wept bitterly for allowing this lie and not insisting on the truth. She did not shed a single tear because of her husband.

The day he died, Charlene stayed with her to comfort her and they both wept for her husband. Janet all at once felt only pity and sympathy for this girl who had reached for the stars and succumbed to the sweet talk of her unfaithful husband. They cried together and Charlene told how she succumbed to her husband's charms at 13 and spent her life dreaming of the man to whom she had given her virginity. If she paused, Janet embraced her and they shared long, comforting French kisses. Janet had always kissed like a man with Phil and now she kissed Charlene as intimately as she could. Charlene blurted out that he had fucked her continually during his marriage, too. They didn't fuck often because he had usually already spent himself with Janet. But when he did fuck her, it usually took a long time for him to cum, but she loved it very much and greedily sucked up his seed in her vagina. His main fetish was not fucking, but watching Charlene masturbate. No, Janet could not be angry with her, she felt a sisterly bond and her contempt for her husband was indescribable. Charlene comforted her by tearfully recounting every little detail of the lovemaking with him over the next few hours. She closed her eyes and visualized each orgasm, describing it in great detail. Janet held her hand and shuddered comfortably as Charlene so beautifully described her own feelings, the intensity of his squirting, or her masturbation. She was young, completely naive, and never considered for a moment that she was talking to the wife who had been cuckolded a hundred times.

When they went to bed, Janet stripped completely naked, she wasn't done for the day. Charlene took off her pajamas as well after a moment's hesitation and Janet curiously looked at the younger girl's beautiful naked body. They turned out the light and clasped each other, pressing their naked bodies together comfortingly. Janet caressed and kissed the weeping Charlene, thinking of Phil and burying her fingers in Charlene's wet cunt. She caressed her body for hours, leaving no spot untouched, even the most intimate. She didn't stop when Charlene almost jumped out of her skin with bliss and horniness at every sexual touch. Very intensely she teased Charlene's cunt, stroking her clit and labia, feeling the girl's large, fleshy vagina. Charlene's vaginal entrance and vagina were much larger, fleshier and softer than her own. In contrast, the clit was much smaller than hers and so small that she had to search at first. Again and again her fingers slid over the girl's clit without masturbating her. For many minutes she teased the tiny clit without masturbating her, bringing the girl to the brink of exploding time after time. Immediately she teased the clit again, making the girl moan and squirm with pleasure when she was about to orgasm. Only when Charlene pressed Janet's hand on her wet clit again and again demanding with horniness and desire during this ordeal, she let go of her, stirred up inside. She kissed the aroused girl with long French kisses and tenderly on the mouth before she fell asleep.

She was awakened again by Charlene's wiggling as she began to masturbate. Charlene stroked her body incessantly and sighed longingly. It took a very long time before Charlene, deep in herself, began to orgasm. In the dim light Janet couldn't make out many details, but she was wide awake and got to see firsthand how Charlene started all over again, getting closer and closer to orgasm each time. She seemed to notice very late that Janet's fingers were curiously touching her labia. Charlene went into greater and greater rapture, pressing Janet's fingers inside her with her hand before gasping loudly as she came to a great orgasm. Only then did she come to and pull Janet's finger out. Janet embraced her hot, steaming body and kissed her like a man with intimate French kisses. They embraced for a long time and Charlene gently groped Janet's cunt. Janet lay down on her back and slowly began to masturbate. She was immensely aroused by Charlene pressing a finger into her tight, cramped vagina and making slow, subtly soothing humping motions. Janet took a very long time and only stopped when she triumphantly orgasmed herself in the very highest ecstasy. They hugged and kissed for a long time before falling asleep exhausted.

Charlene often stayed overnight with her after that, they cuddled and kissed, caressed each other's bodies and aroused each other's cunt. But the main event each did for herself, they masturbated themselves and the other only helped with finger fucking. Charlene's belly became rounder and rounder and her sexual appetite became insatiable. She preferred to be penetrated with a huge rubber penis while masturbating. Janet soon found out when to fuck Charlene soft and when to fuck her hard. Most of the time Charlene wanted it hard and fast, and Janet fucked her so hard and wild that she got scared of hurting Charlene. But Charlene laughed and wanted it harder, harder, faster day after day. Janet would have been very embarrassed to use the rubber penis too and blushingly refused. One evening she taught Janet how to lick her. Janet almost passed out in sweet pain as Charlene pulled her clit out with her lips as never before and floated her tongue from climax to climax. Janet just couldn't find Charlene's clit between her fleshy labia, Charlene only had a tiny one after all. Still, she licked the labia and the spot where the clit had to be and Charlene always got a nice orgasm. They both put their hands on the roly‐poly belly and felt the little one wriggling happily after Charlene's orgasm.

After the birth, Charlene never came again, though they remained good friends.

Janet had later also bought a large rubber penis, which she always used when she wanted to have the fast and powerful in–herself–thrusting while masturbating. She had to masturbate for a long time beforehand until her vagina unclenched and she could insert the rubber penis. She let the rubber penis slide in and out slowly as she masturbated. Just before she orgasmed, she grabbed it with both hands and pushed it into her vagina with increasing speed, hard and wild, until she orgasmed. She had never been fucked so hard, so fast and so intensely as she was now, when she fucked herself in and out of her vagina with the thing at breakneck speed. No man could do that, she knew. Only she could do that, with her rubber man.

... and how it should be

Jim immediately noticed at Maria's the little pot of the Wise Woman's contraceptive ointment. In response to Jim's question, she freely replied that during the week McGillian kept showing up and she didn't want to get pregnant. I get it, Jim replied, but that he would dare come here? You're not here during the week, Maria said, the shepherd quickly found out. It's okay, she said, when he started to flare up. He comes to fuck, not to kill me! After a pause she continued, he was my first and he fucks damn good, better than the fucking commissioner! It's all right with me, here in my loneliness, that someone comes over to fuck me. She bit her tongue in time before it slipped out that she was sometimes so horny that she would have fucked anyone who came along the way. She pulled herself together and continued. I've already made it clear to him that at 54 he's too old for me and I don't want a child with him! A little calmer, she continued, he came every week, sometimes more often. In the meantime, she no longer had any anger in her and enjoyed it. Since she started using the ointment again, she let him squirt in her vagina as often as he wanted. Yes, he was very good at fucking. But, she added mischievously, you are my favorite!

Jim tried to put himself in her place and understand her point of view. Her loneliness. McGillian, who didn't hurt her anymore. Who could fuck well. Who was not a rival. Who was there when Maria needed the fucking. And Maria much preferred him, Jim, to the old man. He was the most understanding and generous person Maria had ever met. She told him so, too, not without ulterior motives.

One beautiful Sunday morning they were lying side by side in the grass, when he said that when they came of age they would marry and have children. Maria smiled and said, but sure, but until then we have to practice a lot! She nudged him chummily with her elbow and jumped up, then ran laughing to her little house and tore off her clothes as she ran. . .

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