Karl

I met my childhood sweetheart Trixi again after 15 years. She drives for the same cab company as I do and we met almost every night for a coffee after service ended. Today she drove me to her favorite hideout and we talked in an angry way about her husband Ben, who raped our — Trixis and my — daughter Anni a week ago and is now in hiding since Trixi kicked him out of her house in full rage. I eventually calmed down, Trixi to my surprise took off her clothes and seduced me. After 15 years! I was very upset and the whole movie ran again in my head.

We got together at school, I was a good 17, Trixi not quite 16, but we fell in love and she didn't hesitate for a moment to give herself to me, to let herself be deflowered. We met every day to fuck on my pad, we fucked until I could no longer. Trixi loved to masturbate since childhood and she let me watch when she masturbated a few times after fucking. I had seen a few girls masturbate before, but Trixi really did it perfectly. She tortured me a bit because she wanted to come to the gentlemen's nights at my pad and felt left out. I gave finally in.

I don't think I need to explain a gentlemen's evenings further that we made filthy speeches inspired by alcohol or sometimes put a porno in the video player.

My boys hooted crossly when I brought Trixi with me. "Strip her! Undress her!" they chanted and again I gave in. Trixi was a bit shy at first, but she went along with it for my sake. I slowly undressed her and let the boys feast their eyes on her nakedness. I had her sit backwards on my lap, spread her legs and labia and the lads hooted in pleasure.

Trixi was indeed pretty as a picture, her shoulder‐length hair framing her smart face in which her green eyes contrasted beautifully with her black hair, the heritage of a Scottish great‐great‐grandmother. She was rather slim and her hips were just beginning to round out womanly, her breasts were still small but firm and round with long nipples. But her jewels were a hit! She had a sparsely covered mound of venus with full labia, between them a not oversized clit that now stuck out stiff and red, just a bit. The boys jeered as I gently stroked Trixi's clit.

Trixi stiffened instantly as they chanted, "Do her! Do her!" I kissed her on one ear and stroked her clit more. She shook her head in disapproval and hid her face against my neck as I began to masturbate her. I'm not going to make excuses about the alcohol now — I did it, I was very practiced and brought Trixi to orgasm after a few minutes. She gasped and crossed her legs. We hugged and kissed, which got us both very horny. I unzipped my pants and released him. Trixi let out a little scream as he entered her. She held onto me and cried against my ear, "But not in front of everyone!" I was already inside her, there was no turning back. "You're turning your back on them after all, they can't see much of you!" Even I noticed how thin that was. But I had to fuck now, instantly!

Despite her tears, I fucked her. The boys jeered loudly as I spread Trixis' ass cheeks wide apart with both hands as I squirted inside. They jeeringly chanted, "Squirt inside! Squirt inside!" and moved closer to see the squirting in detail. Then we sat quietly in our arms. "I love you, my Trixi," I breathed in her ear, "we didn't just put on a good show, we loved each other dearly!" Those were the phrases my sweetheart loved so much. It took her quite a while to turn back around and look them in the eye. We drank on and on and then I shooed the guys off the couch and onto the floor. I laid my drunk Trixi on the couch, pulled down my pants and fucked her despite her lame protests. She soon fell silent, masturbated quickly during the fucking and surely came to orgasm. The fellows were horny as monkey shit, but I resolutely shook my head. I was drunk too, but she was MY Trixi and I wasn't sharing her with them, not yet.

Trixi now always came enthusiastically to the gentlemen's evening. She soon didn't mind getting naked and everyone else got naked too. Alcohol and nudity, a great mixture! We fucked more and more unselfconsciously in front of the lads who were masturbating. They squirted on Trixis' body while we both fucked or after we fucked. She was loosened up and giving handjobs to some of them. She sat sometimes on this lap, sometimes on that lap, cooing in drunken laughter and letting my musketeers paw, grope and touch her jewels. My buddies practiced in masturbating Trixis' clit, she laughed and laughed and only got serious if someone did it right. That's when she stopped laughing and concentrated on aiding the orgasm come. — Alcohol and nudity, a really swell mix!

That's about how our gentlemen's evenings went, proficient boozing, fucking and handjobs! Soon Trixi felt comfortable at the nude evenings, she had attention and caressing in abundance. The boys had to watch when Trixi and I fucked two or three times a night. They wanted to fuck her too, goddammit, they wanted to fuck her too! For days we whispered to each other that the boys wanted to fuck her too. Trixi flatly refused. She was not a company whore! I agreed with her, possibly only with Johnny or Ben, my very best friends? She was stunned, hey, wasn't I listening to her!? I nodded, Johnny had promised to use a condom, and I will require that of everyone! Trixi was alarmed. Johnny may fuck me? I nodded, "Johnny is like a brother to me, we have both fucked a girl many times, one after the other of course, don't you understand?" Trixi was moodily silent.

The next naked night we fucked as usual, I let Trixi finish her masturbating and when she orgasmed Johnny penetrated immediately. Trixi howled and looked to me, I looked drunkenly into her drunken eyes and mumbled that was okay, he has a condom! Tears ran down Trixi's cheeks, but she let Johnny fuck her. He was out of shape and squirting way too early, Trixi was still miles away from her orgasm. Benjamin, however, was already standing by, he too had put on a condom. Trixi looked back at me, again I nodded in agreement, Ben was also fine. Trixi came to orgasm this time, long before Ben squirted, because she masturbated in a hurry while fucking.

Then Hannes, Erik, Michael and Karl the Little One followed. Trixi got an orgasm with each of them, because she masturbated while fucking nonstop and gasped for air when it was my turn again. I was already quite drunk and praised her, she did her thing really well. She smiled faintly and continued masturbating as she always did when we fucked the second or third time. After me the other 6 had their turn again, I checked with the persistence of the drunk that they all had put on a condom. Trixi had stopped crying long ago, but concentrated on masturbating herself, because when fucking with my 6 musketeers, she hardly got an orgasm. Everyone was exhausted, I accompanied Trixi home. I had to support her, she had knees soft like butter and was completely exhausted. After the goodnight kiss in front of her front door she mumbled I was an asshole, but the next morning we got along again.

So the gentlemen's evenings had become first nude evenings and finally fuck evenings. I remained adamant about the condom, without exception. Trixi smilingly let herself be fucked by my boys, some fucked her three times in one evening. She came home with soft knees, completely exhausted and dead tired, but she had had a dozen orgasms and it was a devilish fun for her. We made love as before and fucked every day, and two or three times a week there was a fuck night. I was amazed at the change that was going on with Trixi. Every afternoon one or more of my friends would visit her at home and she would let them fuck her (with a condom). She made no secret of it and only did it when I didn't have time to fuck her.

We had been together for a good two years and it was my senior year, when she said she was pregnant. I was the father, that was undeniable, because I was the only one who fucked her without a condom. Her contraceptive method of counting the days had failed. I hugged her for a long time and then we discussed. I was in favor of abortion, I wanted to study and get a PhD. She categorically refused to have an abortion, that would be murder. Our debates remained fearless and unsatisfactory. I promised to pay her alimony if she had the child. We didn't argue anymore, we made up and went back to fucking regularly as before.

Trixi thought she was losing me and lost all dignity and self‐respect. She fucked with Tom, Dick and Harry, she let herself be fucked by 100 students in her girls' room and did not even stop at the youngest students. If they had never fucked before, they had to lie face down right in front of her pussy, while she was being fucked by someone else, and watch it up close before they were allowed to fuck her. And, of course, anyone who had a voyeuristic bent was allowed to lie down in front of her cunt and watch her fucking. I visited her daily and waited patiently until the others had finished fucking her, then she was mine again. We drifted apart and it tore my heart to see her fucking so many other insignificant guys. At the same time, I knew deep in my heart it was my fault. A few days before Anni was born, I came home to Trixi for the last time with my 6 musketeers and we fucked her until after midnight. I was dead sad, I knew it was the last time.

I went to university for two semesters, only to find out that it wasn't for me. I had met "gay Ilse" and was very much in love with her. I started driving cabs for the same cab company like my parents, dutifully paid Trixi alimony and saw little Anni two or three times a year, that's all I wanted. Trixi arranged my visits so that her husband Benjamin was not at home, because she wanted to be fucked by me every time. I only let it go years after I had married Ilse.

Ilse was a great woman, smart and clever and a rocket in bed. Of course we talked about her lesbian love affairs a lot and when she showed me intimate photos and videos or told me the sexual details with her girls, she made me — grinning devilishly — so hot that I too went off like a rocket. Our desire to have children remained unfulfilled and when Ilse got the medical certain verdict, she didn't want to live at all. With much love and effort I held her back. And she threw herself headlong into the night life, into the bars of the lesbians. After many shameful episodes, which she never wanted to talk about, she fell in love with a young girl. We discussed for hours, because she didn't want to do it behind my back and she didn't want to lose me or exclude me. We didn't want a divorce.

Her offer to have an 'open marriage' was apparently the solution. We could both have a mistress and include her in our relationship. I wanted only Ilse and no one else. She brought her young mistress home with her. Watching the two make love made me furiously horny and I fucked Ilse like never before. Little Jutta kept in the background, she was still a virgin and had never fucked with a man. Gradually Ilse's additional disposition came out, apparently she had the cuckoo syndrome.

She really wanted me to fuck Jutta. Ilse worked Jutta all week long, we fucked in front of the little girl and Jutta swayed and got really horny while watching us fucking. A few days later she let me deflower and fuck her without any resistance. We led sexually seen a three‐way relationship and that would go well for the next years. Of course, one day Jutta left and others came, many many others. Most of them liked to be fucked by me, patiently Ilse watched her fuck by me and they were usually not with us for very long. Even the die‐hard lesbians Ilse brought into our bed, into our way of fucking together, with more or less gentle pressure. I freely admit it, I liked it a lot. I was happy that Ilse and I stayed together and of course I was a lucky guy because I fucked a gazillion different women without cheating on my wife. I enjoyed this life together with Ilse for many years.

Trixi worked in the meantime also for the cab center and we often sat after closing time still with a coffee. She had a deadbeat husband, Ben fucked mainly for himself and did not care about Trixis sexual desires. I saw Anni two or three times a year, and when she was old enough to understand, Trixi told her that I was her biological father. Anni looked at me with different eyes from then on. Years after I married Ilse I resisted every temptation and stopped fucking Trixi, and I think she understood my arguments with reference to Ilse.

One day something unusual happened. Trixi drove me to her favorite hideout, a covered loading bay in a decaying factory. She told me that Ben had raped our 15‐year‐old Anni and that she had turned him in and sent him packing. I screamed and cursed at first, I wanted to strangle Ben, beat him to death, kill him. But I calmed down, Trixi had grown up a lot and brought me back down to earth. Anni was doing quite well again by now and was gradually resuming her love life, that ment masturbating again.

Hours had passed. I asked Trixi if she came here often and she was honest. She came here 5 or 6 times a week to let appealing guys fuck her nicely or fuck her brains out. And those who could, gladly paid for it, she grinned. When she asked me, I was embarrassed to admit that on the night shift I sometimes brought whores home from the hotels and they liked to pay with a fuck (I rejected a handjob as well as a blowjob, fucking or money) — for the girls probably just another cock, for me it was usually a feast because most whores fucked insanely well just when tipsy or even better when drunk.

One thing led to another, Trixi slowly stripped naked, grinning broadly, and we climbed into the back seat. It was a great fuck — lightnings, thunder and stampede, my dear! I talked to Ilse and have been staying at Trixi's place three or four nights a week ever since. It had another good thing. I had more time for Anni, sometimes I helped with learning, but mostly we discussed for hours about God and the world. She liked me.

Trixi said we would leave the small light on while fucking and the door would also stay open. She had a hunch that Anni spied sometimes and that was fine with her. The girl should see normal, peaceful sex after all the awfulness. It was all right with me, although I never saw Anni spying. I began to think about my future, to break away from Ilse and her cuckoo syndrome and to have an ordinary yet special family with Trixi and Anni. But I didn't talk about it with anyone, I still had to have time to think. I was so spoiled to fuck with Ilses girls and I was not sure to give it up. Trixi, for her part, continued to fuck well‐hung guys and admitted it unapologetically when I asked her once.

I now often sit upstairs in Anni's room and tell her about my love life and sex, because that's what she likes to hear the most. I have to tell her about the wild times with Trixi and about Ilse and the lesbian lovemaking, that gets her going. She sits on the bed in her shorts and her fingers always creep along her inner thighs under her shorts and panties to play with her clit. She is always topless, wears neither bra nor blouse and is insanely proud of her growing little breasts. They are small and roundish so similar to Trixis breasts and she has small light pink nipples. She took her top off on a hot day because it didn't bother me, and always since then. She has only a hot‐pant on, the ends of which are already so frayed that you can see her panties when she sits straddled. She always sits legs apart straddled, to be precise. I tell this so you can get a good idea of her. In the early days, her fingers crept up her thigh, under her hot‐pants and under the hem of her panties to her labia and clit. Of course, I pretended not to see it and she played the first few days only very lightly, really masturbate she did not dare. And of course I always pretended not to notice how excited she got at my descriptions. But then she said she wanted to be alone for a minute, and when I looked at her questioningly, she quietly said she needed it now, right now. I smiled, "and that's why you want me to go out?" I asked provocatively, looking at her kindly. She hesitated a bit and then slid the hand, that had been playing restlessly under her panties the whole time, from the top of the waistband of the Hot‐Pants, deep down inside her panties. She rubbed for just a few seconds and orgasmed quietly and soundlessly. She looked at me ashamed and desperately, but I smiled at her really kindly.

At night, after fucking, Trixi and I often sat in bed for a long time and smoked cigarettes. It was our time to talk to each other undisturbed. She had mostly talked about her passengers fucking, I mostly talked about Ilse and her lesbian lovers, all of whom I was allowed to fuck. Trixi had no lesbian experience yet and hung on my lips. Now she wanted to know everything that concerned Anni. I reported honestly and truthfully, after all, I thought more and more about marrying her. And trust and honesty were, in my opinion, an important cornerstone. I told how Anni wanted to send me out the first time and I stayed anyway. Anni's first masturbation under her pants and that since then she always puts her hand through the waistband and plays with herself and sometimes masturbates. Trixi let me tell everything in great detail and said that was fine with her. She had no concerns or objections, the child should feel free and secure.

From now on she sat with one hand deep in her pants listening to my stories. Her hand wiggled in her pants when she got aroused until she orgasmed silently. Her gaze was afterwards always full of shame, but no longer desperate. It was okay for both of us, and I wasn't counting. She now pushed the hot‐pants and the panties to the side. I could clearly see her labia and clit and her busy fingers. She had lost much of her shyness and when she masturbated properly after playing for a long time, she closed her eyes. Before orgasm — and she only gave herself small orgasms so that her legs barely trembled — so before orgasm she looked at me with a blubbery, suffering look that got very under my skin. She was always ashamed after her orgasm, she couldn't overcome that. But she sat straddled on the bed all afternoon, playing with herself, making little climaxes over and over again. Trixi sometimes stopped by and brought lemonade. She saw everything, she stayed next to me smiling until Anni was done and looked at her mother scared, but Trixi didn't lose a word, for her everything was fine.

Trixi often put in a video before fucking, she recorded every episode of "The Best Fuck". Unthinkable in normal television, it revolved around 30 couples on the private channel to figure out, who of them fucked the most excitingly. The footage was of excellent quality, every hair, every pore and every drop of sweat could be seen in close‐ups, the genitals of the young couples captured in beautiful, clear images. In my opinion, the program should have been called The Voyeur Channel. The jury awarded points in each episode to choose the best. I was much less interested than Trixi. She frequently rewound and had it repeated in slow motion. "I'm a goddamn voyeur," she laughed, "but almost all the girls are just faking the orgasm at fucking. Maybe in the solo performances, where the girls masturbated in front of a big audience, maybe one or two orgasms were real." I never did figure out how Trixi recognized the fake orgasms. To me, they were all real.

After we fucked and when I had masturbated her nicely, she would snuggle up to me, purring contentedly, and we would smoke. There we had a good time for good conversations. Usually Trixi started spinning a thread and sometimes I had a hard time following her leaps of thought. "When the doctor told me after Anni was born that I couldn't have any more children, the world collapsed for me, forget the dream about 5 children! The only good thing about it was that I didn't have to be afraid of an unwanted pregnancy or condoms. I was cheating on Ben through the teeth back then, I was fucking with others every goddamn day. I wasn't 20 yet, and I couldn't put up with the grotty sex of Ben! Remember, I invited you to my place as often as I could! In the beginning you came twice a week and then once a week for years! I claimed so that you would see Anni more often, but in reality I wanted to fuck with you. Ben was really a complete failure in that regard. I enjoyed it with every fiber of my body to fuck with you all afternoon. I put the little one to my breast and only then I got the most beautiful vaginal orgasms of my life. The little one sucked my nipple, which was an arousing feeling and you fucked me wonderfully at the same time, that together was incredibly horny and aroused me to the ninth heaven, to strong vaginal orgasms! The little one sucked and sucked quite excitedly during the fuck, that alone would have brought me to orgasm. After you didn't want to continue fucking me after a few years, I started fucking passengers and I still do. Just look, I can afford some luxury from it, the TV for example or my new Mercedes. No, it's right and justified for my life and I don't feel like a whore, do I?" I nodded faithfully, that's what we had agreed on from the beginning. "And you're still fucking Ilse and her girls and the whores on the night shift. And you're not a whore yet because of that!" Again I nodded, that was all true. I really wasn't a shining man of honor when it came to fucking. I honestly fucked everyone that could be fucked. That I fucked Ilse's underage girls was nothing to be proud of and I never told Trixi how young some of them were. Once Trixi said that if Anni ever asked her for advice, she would advise her to take money for fucking. Anything else, she concluded, would be mendacious and a hypocrisy. That was my Trixi‐girl!

Anni pulled her hot‐pants and panties resolutely to the side and played unabashedly with her labia and clit, she had confidence in me. Today she was swimming and it had become quite a horny affair by now, as the lifeguards were mainly concerned with making sure no one was drowning. One just had to be inconspicuous in the water. She described how the girls would rub their butts against her girlfriend and she would grab around your hips, push your swim trunks to the side and masturbate you discreetly. That was what she personally liked very much, to have a girl masturbate her under water. There were only a few boys who got an erection in the cool water, they were of course masturbated by this or that girlfriend in turn. There were also some girls who got fucked in real manner discreetly under water, boy after boy after boy, but not many girls let fuck herself in public, even when hidden in water. Anni watched their fucking up close and smiled, the semen making milky clouds in the water. Sometimes the lifeguard came by, then the rest of us made a ruckus to distract the good man. Once he came, there were three girls side by side holding onto their girlfriends in an intimate embrace French kissing and behind the three maids the three lads, diligently and discreetly fucking them. Behind the lads a whole row of lads, waiting for their turn with their cocks rubbing. Thank God a clever girl feigned distress and successfully distracted the good man. The group fucking continued until all the guys had fucked. Maybe every girl was fucked by ten, which was usually the standard procedure.

When Anni told about swimming, she unbuttoned her hot‐pants and stuffed her hand into her panties from above, later she pulled both down to her thighs and later the knees, but she anxiously looked at me to be sure that it was still okay for me. I liked to listen to her stories about the merry go round in the swimming pool, she loved to tell about it. Not many boys got an erection in the water, but Anni liked to masturbate them and dive down with her swimming goggles when the boy squirted. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was so horny about it when the semen formed little milky clouds. Her favorite thing to do was to lean backwards on a girlfriend who reached around her, pushed her swim trunks aside and masturbated her. Of course, it was important not to attract the attention of the lifeguards. There were a few girls who let the guys fuck them properly. This was highly interesting and Anni dived with the swimming goggles to see the fucking up close. The other girls spoke very disparagingly about the girls who let themselves be fucked by several guys in a row in the water. But they weren't whores, my God, Anni said, the other girls were just jealous or ashamed because they didn't dare themselves to fuck publicly.

Anni paused, as she always did when considering whether to tell "it" to me. "In the swimming pool last week I let some lads stick their cock into my pussy and squirting inside," she whispered almost tonelessly, "I wanted to be accepted and respected even more by my girlfriends. My girlfriend was just masturbating me to a wonderful orgasm underwater and I stayed cool in orgasm not to attract attention. Three nice guys were standing in front of us and I spread my legs very wide apart, because I love it when I am being masturbated in public and am observed. The boys had their cocks in their hands and were looking curiously. The boy I found quite nice, showed his stiff cock under water and looked at me expectantly. I nodded in agreement. We had agreed that he and his two friends could fuck me, one after the other. I was anxious and horny in anticipation at the same time. I held on to the edge of the pool, the nice guy was behind my ass and I felt his stiff cock already advancing from behind between my ass cheeks. I pushed my bikini pants to the side and guided his cock to slide into my pussy from behind, it felt really good at the moment. I didn't really feel anything from the fucking though, nothing physical. My pussy was completely cramped and felt hard and numb like a stone. He squirted after a short while and I only felt his squirting in jets but no arousal. My girlfriend rubbed my clit anew, but I felt no excitement as usual. Now it was his friend's turn. I directed his small, stiff cock into my cunt and he banged wildly in it like a rabbit. I couldn't feel anything while he was banging me rabbitlike, maybe his cock was too small. He also squirted way too soon, my girlfriend stroked my ass cheeks and my clit to do me some good. I felt the squirting jet by jet without feeling anything. My girlfriend directed the cock of the third in my pussyhole, it was really a big and firm cock. He fucked well, much longer than the others, but I felt nothing, even the stroking of my clit by my girlfriend did not excite me a bit. I felt quasi‐mechanically that this one squirted much harder into me, I felt every single jet. But then the images came, all the shit‐rape‐crap shot up again with horror in my mind. I just couldn't do it, I panicked and pushed the boy back even though the poor guy was in the middle of squirting off. I ran into the locker room crying. My girlfriend came along, hugged me comfortingly and after a while masturbated me very gently until the panic, the horror was over. I'm afraid I will probably never let myself be fucked again!" Anni was close to tears, but we talked about this event for a very long time. We weren't psychologists, of course, but it seemed that the hard and vigorous squirting of Rabbit #3 reminded her of Ben's squirting and set off the whole shebang. She laughed boisterously because I referred to the fellows as rabbits.

Today Anni had pushed the hot‐pants and panties aside as usual and was playing dreamily with her labia and clit, but I felt that something was bothering her and of course I asked. She addressed the rape directly for the first time and was plagued by stupid doubts. I kept silent and looked at her clit play. "I have to report from the beginning, though, so you can understand my doubts better," she said. I nodded and mumbled that I had nothing better to do until dinner. Anni smiled briefly and played with herself absently, then she relaxed and began.

"I had done a few handjobs back then, of course, but had never seen a boy masturbate. Now, as I come home at noon, Ben is sitting in front of the TV watching some soft porn. You know, where you're only allowed to show boobs or your ass cheeks, but no real fucking. So, I stop for a moment and look too, there Ben takes out his cock with a wicked grin and masturbates. I look my eyes out, a real, big man's cock without foreskin, but a big, thick glans and he rubs himself grinning maliciously for minutes and squirts on his pants. I of course ran immediately up in my room and must make it to me instantly because it was so exciting. He did that every day now and I stupid goose watched and watched. Once he interrupted and let me sit next to him on the couch. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. I was scared at first but I masturbated him while he watched his porn, this time a real porn. He knew that I hadn't seen a porn movie yet and he noticed that I was staring at the screen and getting horny and really horny. He always put on a porn movie since then to see me get horny. This went on for at least two months, every day. He grabbed me under my skirt with his clumsy fingers. I wasn't wearing any underpants so he could easily get to my clit. He was as clumsy as a wooden post, though. He got me to 75%, but never further. When I couldn't wait, or when the porn movie had aroused me, I masturbated quickly myself. He grinned insolently and then his cock was stiff again for the second masturbating.

One day he was not sitting there, probably he was pissing. I went straight to my room, lay naked on the bed and masturbated. The orgasm was very close when he stomped up the stairs. He entered and grinned wryly, but I continued to masturbate, it wasn't new to him after all. At the same moment that my orgasm began, he laid on top of me and thrust right into the middle of my beginning orgasm. I felt no pain, I orgasmed for what seemed like an eternity while he fucked me and it was beautiful to be fucked in orgasm, to be honest. I calmed down again and he eventually squirted into me, falling beside me like a felled tree. There was silence for five minutes, then he grabbed my hand and I had to masturbate him until his cock was stiff again. He fucked me again, but without orgasming I didn't get horny at all. He fucked me much, much longer than he had fucked Trixi before. I have seen their fucking already a hundred times and there it was much shorter and afterwards Trixi had to masturbate for a very long time, which was for itself a pretty horny thing. Ben fucked until he was done and squirted into me again. He trudged wordlessly down the stairs. That's what it was like, that's really what it was like." Anni's fingers rested on her clit motionless and she looked at me with a shame‐filled expression. "I wonder every day if I provoked it, if I should have behaved differently, if I wasn't to blame for the rape myself." Tears beaded down her cheeks. I sat down on the bed near her and gently embraced her. I stared at her clit and spoke softly to her for probably an hour. She had stopped crying immediately, of course, listened to me attentively and was soon able to smile again. Her finger was happily playing with her clit and she hugged me tightly as she rubbed herself very quickly and the orgasm came. Never before she had masturbated embracing me. I let go of her and sat back down in my chair. We discussed and debated until dinner. She was cheerful and resolved, she had no more plaguing doubts. She now understood well, that the rape was a horrible crime committed by Ben alone and no matter what, she had not the slightest guilt to worry about.

At night I told Trixi that Anni had talked about the rape by Ben for the first time. Trixi wanted to know everything in great detail because Anni had not yet opened up to her. Trixi was disappointed because Ben seduced her daughter instead of looking for a job. "Such a low‐life bitch," she commented, that for months Ben let the little girl masturbate him and had made her horny with hardcore porn movies. She cursed loudly that during his break before the second masturbation he showed Anni the porn and greedily watched the little girl masturbate herself. Trixi was terribly angry with Ben. I had to tell the rape process twice and then she nodded understandingly. That he deflowered her in the middle of her orgasm, maybe had something good too, the little girl was floating in ninth heaven and felt pleasure, not pain. Trixi thought silently. "You know, when you deflowered me, I was full of fear and felt the pain quite clearly, although, after all, I did it willingly and maturely. But you were so tender and gentle that I learned to love fucking."

I was sure that my stories, but especially Anni's questions were helping and doing good for herself to overcome her demons. One day she wanted to know what I thought when she invited a girlfriend for a sleepover. I must have looked at her stupidly, because she complemented, "and for sex, of course." I nodded in agreement, that was a good idea and would be a step up from cutting herself off, I said. She looked at me big. "A girl, I said," and I replied that first, opening up was important for her, and second, like all girls, she needed to figure out if she preferred girls or boys, that was normal and important. She pressed around for a while, her hand resting motionless in her pants. Whether I or Trixi might want to watch, she squeezed out. I was surprised and looked questioningly. It would give her a feeling of security if she knew us behind the door. Aha, I thought, and promised to discuss it with Trixi. Anyway, she would leave the door ajar, she said in conclusion, and changed the subject to Ilse and lesbian lovemaking. Her fingers were playing again.

Trixi quickly understood. She went up every night when Anni had a girl with her. I only when I was in the house. I saw nothing new, but the bodies of the young girls were a feast for the eyes. Anni, now almost 16, only invited much younger girls, 14, 15 and 16 year olds. She was also the one who set the tone, who set the pace. She fucked the little girls clit‐to‐clit, first gently and tenderly, later firmly and mercilessly to orgasm. I was excited by this love game and I sneaked down with Trixi to fuck her like a berserk and we both went off like rockets. We smoked in bed for a long time and talked in whispers about the development.

On the right occasion, I brought it up with Anni and said when Trixi or both of us had watched her. She was truly grateful that we could give her some assurance with this, and not for a moment did she let show shyness, shame, or embarrassment. I suggested that she keeps inviting and fucking girls until she felt the desire to fuck a boy. The desire would come on its own or it would never come, she didn't need to push herself. Anni looked at me with wide eyes. "If I wanted to fuck one, I'd love to fuck you, Karl!" "Stop!" I shouted, "Stop! That'll never happen," I said more crudely than I meant to, "I'm your father, damn it!" I calmed down instantly and set her apart that I could almost physically feel it, the incest taboo. I liked looking at her, I liked watching her, but never did it make me horny in the same way as an other girl. No, by God I'm not the type to fuck my own daughter! She looked at me with huge eyes and I saw her thoughts tumbling. It wasn't a question of laws or whether people were gossiping about us, I continued, but the deep‐seated discomfort I felt. She nodded as if understanding, to my astonishment. "I feel it a little too," she admitted softly, "I must have provoked you rather stupidly, forgive me!" All was well again.

She took off her Hot‐Pants and underpants to my astonishment and sat down fully naked again. I looked at her in amazement. "They just bother me," she explained, "and I don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed in front of you anymore, do I?" I said nothing, and it was better that way. She put her feet on the ground and lay back, her knees apart, she would lay in that way in the future. I inspected her in arms length. She had a full mound of Venus and a thin dark fluff of hairs that would develop into a mohawk mane over the years like Trixi's was. Her labia were impeccable and between them I could see the clit, the same as Trixi. Sometimes I could see her tiny little pussyhole, when she dipped a finger in to moisten it. She played during our discussions and when she started masturbating I fell silent and watched muted. She made in the afternoon only little and light orgasms, only her knees trembled a little bit. She had told me, that she masturbated every night once before falling asleep, rarely a second time. Mostly then a second time, when her phantasies swirled around, Trixi fucking with Ben and afterwards masturbating. These phantasies of Trixis masturbating made her insanely horny, she confessed. She lowered her gaze and added in a whisper that when she masturbated at night, she could intensify and prolong the orgasm by fucking herself with the handle of her hairbrush. She's been doing that since she was 8. She saw that I smiled with kindness and interest and continued with encouragement, "Trixi taught me fucking myself with the handle when I was 8 and from then on I fucked myself every night with the handle. Of course my girlfriends I did fuck too with it. Most of them didn't have hymens anymore — they had lost it with the father, a brother or a relative — but only a few got an orgasm. Still, we had a great fun in fucking each other with the hairbrush handle." She pointed her chin at the shelf and I now saw the hairbrush. It had a handle that was quite thick in the middle. Anni saw the look on my face. "The hole in my hymen had grown so big by now that it went in easily, my first lover!" We both laughed and I muttered that I really needed to see that. She nodded and picked up the hairbrush. She masturbated quite quickly and before her orgasm rose, she put the handle into her vagina. Just before the orgasm she let go of her clit, grabbed the brush with both hands and fucked herself, very fast and hard. Now her orgasm broke loose, a very stormy orgasm let violently tremble her legs and she fucked herself with closed eyes further, further and further. I was highly aroused, this self‐fucking was mind blowing! She stopped, opened her eyes and looked at me with a shame filled look, in which a deep pain was. Tears beaded down her cheeks. "I don't even have to watch my hymen now," she whispered sadly, "not anymore."

To distract her I wanted to know everything about the girls who stayed with her overnight, that was one of her favorite topics. Thank God Anni spread her previously cramped legs and played with her pussy smiling. She kept smiling and it just bubbled out of her. One masturbated in front of each other, one masturbated each other and one fucked each other with the handle of the hairbrush. Almost all the girls knew how to fuck clit‐to‐clit and the others she taught it. She sometimes took the dominant part, sometimes she let herself be fucked passively. She liked both and was not clear which she liked better. Now as for the hymen, she had curiously questioned everyone and almost all of them claimed that they were very much looking forward to the deflowering and it happened at their own request, some very trickily seduced the father or the brother. Only three or four had been forced or raped and they had a great horror of fucking a boy or a man again. Another had a much too small hole in her hymen and the handle did not fit in. All the others, there will have been about 35, no longer had a hymen, who was still a virgin at 16, was considered a coward, to say the least. Anni told a lot about the deflowerings, it was the 15 and 16 year olds who pushed the deflowering at all costs. Brothers or cousins were the easiest to seduce. But some had only their own father in the household, so it was quite normal to be deflowered by him. In most cases only in secrecy, because the mothers were not allowed to know anything. Most fucked again and again quite secretly with the father or the brother, but some fucked instead with the big, adored schoolmates. Anni laughed as she told of one in particular. The 15‐year‐old had crawled into the marital bed with her parents one Sunday morning, cheeky as hell. The mother was really angry because on Sunday morning it was her turn to fuck with Daddy! The naughty girl uncovered the father and pressed her naked body against his. She started masturbating herself until he woke up. She continued masturbating and whispered in his ear that she really wanted to be deflowered and fucked by him, now! He was out of his mind with fear of his wife, but the girl would not be denied until he gave in with a moan of resignation. The mother watched the event with horror, Daddy deflowered the girl with a very bad conscience and then fucked her really wild. The mother slapped her hands in front of her mouth as he squirted into the girl. The naughty child was very pleased and would not be scared away, she stayed in the marital bed and waited. The parents finally cuddled, kissed and caressed and with great shame they fucked twice as usual on Sunday, although the daughter was watching. But the mother did not dare to masturbate after fucking as usual and was in a bad mood accordingly. Supposedly, Anni said, she just lay down with the parents since then when she wanted to be fucked, but she didn't believe her girlfriend.

Annis look brightened when she saw the bulge in my pants. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff journeyman. She interrupted my lament almost gruffly. "This isn't sex, this is a service I do always at school!" She masturbated me skillfully with her little fist and let my semen splash on her pussy. Despite my vehement protests, she licked my glans clean with her tongue. "But don't put it in your mouth!" I clamored, but she didn't listen. Her lips enclosed my glans softly and fine and she licked it clean. She held my cock in her hand and beamed all over her face. "Is that one beautiful! It looks like a beautiful, ripe peach!" I said rather weakly that such a 'service' would not do at all, but she just laughed at me. From now on, she masturbated me stubbornly and regularly every day and someday more than once, laughing away all my half‐hearted concerns. She was bringing the glans right in front of her vaginal entrance and letting the semen squirt in. Closer and closer she pulled the glans daily and I growled angrily. She caught on immediately and pulled the glans just far enough to insert it a bit into the vaginal entrance and let it all squirt in. But she was stubborn. The glans had to go really deep and all the way into her vaginal entrance until the glans was completely inside her pussy. Anni understood very well that this was a transgression of my red line. But I couldn't talk her out of it, she stubbornly really wanted it that way and didn't let me stop her. Then she masturbated the cock quite determinedly and she had to feel for sure each of the violent movements of her rubbing in her cunt until I squirted, it all had to squirt inside to the last drop. Her satisfied expression turned into a very shy smile when she looked at me after I had cum. She sometimes played during me masturbating with the other hand on her clit, until she trembled slightly. She was incredibly stubborn in what she was doing and would not be dissuaded. She did it so often every afternoon, so often I got a hard‐on. I was no longer angry and accepted it, it was a damn fine thing, my dear! Trixi kept bringing over lemonade and watching us. She left again with a big grin after Anni had pulled my cock out of her pussyhole and licked it clean. Only once did Trixi make a comment in the evening. "She has become quite slutty at school! Licking clean after squirting inside, who does that!?" and that was all. I also gradually lost my reservations and eventually thought it was normal. Honestly? I loved it!

I never saw the hairbrush again. "I have shown you my hidden secret once," Anni said with finality, "but I want to keep it as my secret."

At night I told Trixi about Anni's failed attempt to get fucked by three boys in the swimming pool. Trixi was very concerned, because that was not a good turn for her little one. I interjected that I was not comfortable with Anni doing it just because of her social status, but she will definitely repeat the experiment. Trixi changed the subject. I told her that Anni had shown me her secret of fucking‐herself with the handle of the hairbrush. Trixi wondered if watching Anni did not make me horny. I grinned, no, not in the same way when the girls did with Ilse or the whores on the night shift. Not like that, but more reserved somehow. Trixi grinned at me from the side. "Of course I'll get a hard‐on," I said, "then I'll put one hand in my pants pocket and let it squirt into my underpants." No, Anni certainly doesn't get it, I'm watching out well.

Anni and I continued our conversation and I got used to the fact that from now on she always lay fully naked on the bed and unabashedly stroked her pussy or rubbed the clit, quite often very purposefully until orgasm. She was no longer shy of me and trusted me, not to abuse her. Every time I got a hard‐on while watching her in action, I had to sit across from her, she put the glans deep in her vaginal entrance and masturbated me until I squirted. In a corner of my brain, it seemed to me that her strategy was to approach the male gender again. The fact that she seemed to love masturbating my cock and licking my glans was perhaps confirmation of my theory. I spoke to Trixi at night, who had difficulty following my thought. "It's a direct provocation, isn't it!?" Trixi said, "to strip naked and play with yourself, who does that? Getting naked, rubbing your cock and having it squirt right inside and then licking your cock clean, that's pretty slutty, don't you think?" I only partially agreed with her. But Anni was in a difficult phase, she fucked little girls at night and was not clear about being a lesbian. It was a cautious approach for her, an approach to "the male" with someone for whom she was taboo. Trixi wasn't convinced, but she thought there was something to it.

I reached under Anni's ass cheeks the other day and lifted her all the way to the edge of the bed, spreading her ass cheeks so that her pussy lay completely open in front of me. I wanted to pull my hands away again, but she whispered that I should leave them there, that would be so fine! I nodded and lifted her a little so that her cunt opened like a ripe fruit. Her fingers roamed back and forth as if at random, leaving the clit unnoticed or circling it. She pushed the small, protective hood back over the clit, which was less than an inch long and pink. The longer she teased the clit, the stiffer it became and later it turned dark red. I watched her finger, which she dipped at the beginning into the vagina to moisten it and then rubbed the clit. Gently at first, but then I saw how the clit bravely resisted her finger, straightening after each pressure, keeping it's little head high. Gradually the fingers rubbed the clit more purposefully, up and down especially, in between she put her finger briefly into the vagina to moisten it. She rubbed slowly, very gently and lightly. Only by her breathing could I tell that orgasm was approaching as she continued to rub her clit. She closed her eyes with relish and let the orgasm come. I lifted her ass higher so that the fruit opened all the way and then I felt the slight trembling of her ass cheeks, because she was only giving herself light, unspectacular little orgasms those afternoons. I waited until she had calmed down completely and let her slide back onto the bed. She beamed at me. "That was wonderful!" she whispered conspiratorially, smiling radiantly at me. From then on, our afternoons always began this way.

One evening, after I had masturbated Trixi to a beautiful and satisfying orgasm after fucking her and we were still sitting in bed smoking, Trixi brought up the subject. "I've seen you two, you're as much of a voyeur as I am, you're just sticking your nose in her pussy!" she said friendly laughing, "so you obviously enjoy watching her masturbate!" I nodded, what could I say in response? Trixi smoked silently, but not for long. "She was just a kid, 7 or 8 years old. I watched her put pencils in her vagina and the girls who stayed over, and the girls grinned as they poked each other. I was afraid she might hurt her hymen and approached her directly. I explained that she had to take care of her hymen and that of her friends. She listened attentively and I explained it to her in detail. Pencils are too sharp, she can hurt herself with them! I had bought a small hairbrush and gave it to her. The brush had a small, bulbous handle and I told her the handle was not pointed and not as dangerous as a pencil. She understood and nodded eagerly, so much news at once! I told her to try the handle of the brush right away. I helped her start by carefully inserting the handle through the rather large hole in her hymen. "It feels very nice," she whispered astonished. I told her to try it right away. With her head flushed, she fucked herself with the rounded handle. I said she could stick it in deeper and definitely fuck herself faster and harder with the handle. She caught on quickly, her breathing became shallow, her heart beat wildly. Her hand raced back and forth, she tensed and stopped. "Was that right, Mom?" she asked breathlessly and I affirmed, yes of course, so you can do it to yourself every night or to your girlfriends if you like. From now on she masturbated every night with the hairbrush handle. I kept meaning to show her the clitoral orgasm, but I always put it off. She quickly learned to give herself a vaginal orgasm every night with the brush handle and the subsequent, larger brush handles. She tried it on her friends too, but very few of them got vaginal orgasms, but they all had a blast." Trixi paused. "Can you imagine that? My little girl lying spread wide in the crib and fucking herself with increasing skill with the handle to a nice vaginal orgasm, just naturally! I've rarely had a vaginal orgasm in my entire life and the little one does it to herself every night! She's growing up with it like I have with clit rubbing!" I kept silent, that was right for the moment, and Trixi kept talking. "Then at 14 or 15 she had learned to masturbate the clit properly and used the brush after the fingerrubbing only in orgasm, she still fucked herself with the handle until ‐ ‐ ‐ until the disaster every night to intensify or prolong her orgasm." Trixi fell silent, the memory of Anni's rape still plaguing her. I said after a while that I would take good care of Anni, she would not be wronged again. Trixi hugged me gratefully. "Yes, take good care of her, she is so young and so very vulnerable!"

So weeks went by. Anni kept talking about fucking the guys, of course theoretically. She didn't want to fake infatuation like other girls, she just wanted sex and no fake feelings. I encouraged her, because boys her age racked their brains on how to "get" a girl. But if she made things clear from the start, the boys would know where they stood. Those who needed the romantic stuff would fall away, but there were others. She would know one hundred percent when she eventually fell in love. She looked at me with wide eyes. "And — you wouldn't mind?" I could feel her thinking about it. "But you always have to use a condom!" I said kindly, "a child should be brought into the world with care and planned, not as carelessly as Trixi and I did!" She giggled. "That's exactly the same thing Trixi told me months ago and put two packs of condoms in my nightstand." I couldn't laugh at that. Trixi and I knew what we were talking about. I told her if she wanted to, to leave the door open a crack, "security and all..." She smiled all sweet and shy, "thanks, okay!"

Weeks later she invited a boy to spend the night. Trixi was terribly excited and called me several times that day that I absolutely had to be there. Anni and quiet Freddy disappeared soon after dinner. Trixi and I huddled in front of the door crack. Anni was visibly struggling to cuddle with him naked on the bed, to kiss, to touch his cock. It wasn't working, I felt it. She had put the condom handy, but she still didn't dare and whispered with Freddy for a long time. She gave him a handjob and later a nice blowjob. She swallowed the semen quite pleasurably and I whispered in Trixis ear that I didn't know that. Freddy fell asleep and Anni seemed to be dozing. We were about to sneak down when Anni began to masturbate. We watched spellbound, after the orgasm she turned to the side. Now we crept down.

I discussed with Anni the next day quite long about the experiment with Freddy — and that is her favorite, that I tell her honestly everything and do not preach as Trixi sometimes does — she took off her pants as always right away and played with herself while we talked. She spread her legs in between and masturbated for two minutes with her eyes closed, then she continues to listen and she masturbates half a dozen times on afternoons like this. I have of course told Trixi that, and only rarely she comes up to spy a bit, but she disturbs neither Anni nor me. "I'm a goddamm voyeur!" Trixi laughed.

The next few evenings, Trixi and I were glued to the crack of the door. Anni slipped the condom over the boy's cock and let herself be fucked. She came so easily and so gently to orgasm, even with those who did not fuck very well. For the next three weeks she brought lad after lad to fuck every night. She learned surprisingly quickly and got her pleasure with almost all of them. There were only two guys who needed more than one condom and who fucked Anni's brains out. This fucking was great even while watching and Trixi had to pull herself together not to storm into Anni's room and get fucked so great too by the boy. We talked about her fucking every afternoon and I encouraged her where I could. It was good that she liked to fuck so much and could overcome the rape and all the demons in such a short time. She nodded seriously, "it helped me a lot how Trixi and you took care of me!"

Anni turned directly to me, spread her legs and masturbated not an arm's length from me. She paused and looked at me with a darkly glowing gaze. "You know, my favorite thing to do, is let someone masturbate me. It's just been girls so far, but..." she didn't finish the sentence and lay back, relaxed and expectant. I had some practice in it after all, in 15 years with Ilse and her girls I learned quite a bit, and also Trixi, who always masturbated only gently and softly to orgasm while fucking, always let me masturbate her gently, tenderly, firmly or wildly after fucking.

I bent over and Anni sighed deeply as I touched her clit and pressed the flesh down all around it so that the clit came out well. Anni pressed her arm to her mouth and I heard from her breathing, from her gasping, when the orgasm was approaching. Just before the orgasm she sat up and hugged me, then she let the orgasm come and pressed her lips on my neck. She jerked and quivered and calmed down. Her eyes fell on my bulging pants. Before I could say anything else, she knelt down, unzipped my pants and stuffed my hard‐journeyman into her mouth. I had rarely had a blowjob before and what Anni did to me with her tongue and fist was divine! After just a few seconds, she made me cum deep in her mouth and continued to rub my cock until it stopped spurting. She swallowed the semen, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at me with a beaming expression. "Learned that in school!" she grinned cheekily‐happily and sat down on the bed.

While I stowed my journeyman terribly ashamed away, I mumbled incoherent nonsense. Father, incest, daughter, etc. And of course, "You can't, not at all!" We both mumbled our thing, neither listening to the other. I kept my mouth shut, the blowjob had deeply shamed me, but also impressed me. Anni stuck her tongue out at me, put her hand on my knee and said finally and conclusively, "Fiddle‐dee‐dee!" We grinned at each other and then both laughed.

For the next 10 days it went the same way every time, she let me masturbate her and gave me a blowjob despite my feeble protests. Her tongue technique blew me away every time, I've never had such a great blowjob! Undeterred and stubbornly, she did it again every afternoon. We continued our afternoon long discussions and she lay spread out in front of me at arm's length playing with her pussy and clit. When she closed her eyes and masturbated properly, I kept silent until she was done. It never lasted long and they were just light, small orgasms and only her knees trembled a little bit.

And then, the unbelievable. On the eleventh day, I expected the same thing as the days before. But Anni surprised me, took me by surprise. Instead of kneeling down for the blowjob, she took out my cock as usual and sat surprisingly on it in one swift movement, my cock sliding effortlessly into her pussyhole. She paid no attention to my surprised outcry or my half‐hearted attempts at defense. She grabbed me by the shoulders and rode off, staring at me with bared teeth, riding me wild as if driven by furies. I stared at her face, which was bouncing with strain up and down in front of my face. How quickly and how easily she came to orgasm! She jerked several times and just kept riding! I had to close my eyes to the inevitable: I squirted and squirted and squirted! She let go of me and sat straddled on the bed. Her face expressed everything: triumph, satisfaction, immense pride.

I pulled my pants up and clamored. Yes, I clamored with shame for only half‐heartedly resisting. My clamor slid off her like raindrops on a windowpane. Father, daughter, incest? She grinned impudently "Never mind!". She winced, however, when I continued that it was actually rape. Tears beaded down her cheeks. I stopped my blathering. She was really shaken, how could she, of all people, rape someone? I gave her a smooth hug, calming her. We talked about it very intensely and I reassured her, technically it was rape. But who wants to look at these things technically or legally? It was assaultive, it was not consensual, and that was the important thing.

Anni suddenly understood. But doing it without a condom? She ducked her head as if under a lash. "I won't forget next time!" and I intervened like a fury, "there won't be a next time!" She stammered that she didn't have her period yet, there was nothing to worry about. — A long silence ended the topic. We talked about her experiences with the fellows and the cramp eased. She liked talking about fucking and was no longer afraid: if she had to choose, she would prefer the guys. But she also liked fucking with girls. I nodded in agreement. "That's called 'bisexual', many people act bisexual at least some time in their lives."

And of course there was a next time, the very next day. She let me masturbate her with pleasure, took out my cock and slipped a condom over it. "Like this?" she asked, and sat down on my cock in a flash, not waiting for an answer. Just like yesterday, she rode me fast and hard, baring her teeth as she rode to orgasm. She clawed her fingers into my shoulders and let the orgasm come. Moments later she continued to ride for what seemed like an eternity and her orgasm took us both by surprise. It was her third orgasm altogether and she had had enough. "Can't squirt?" she asked in a whisper and I shook my head sadly. Her face suddenly brightened, she knelt in front of me, slipped off the condom and gave me a wonderful blowjob. Only seconds later I squirted in her mouth.

At night Trixi brought it up. To put my glans deep in her cunt and let me masturbate and squirt into her, that all went towards incest, didn't it? I kept silent and convulsively thought about telling everything now. But Trixi did not wait for my answer, of course. "I saw it from the beginning today, I was standing right next to you. She pulled down your pants with a broad grin and sat down directly opposite you. She grabbed your cock and stuck the glans so deep in her fuckhole that it was completely inside. She looked at me briefly and smiled. Then I guess she masturbated your cock for quite a while and didn't stop until you squirted it all inside. I could see the triumph in her satisfied smile, but she stopped looking at me and enclosed the glans with her lips and licked it clean. — Did I forget something? No, I suppose and I mean, this is going to lead directly to incest one day." Trixi paused thoughtfully. "I'd leave it up to her if she wanted to go any further. I wouldn't mind then, it would be her wish, her will, her feelings. And you're not the type to do violence to her against her will, are you?" I had to answer right now, I nodded and mumbled, of course I would never do anything to Anni. For Trixi the legal side of incest was completely indifferent, Trixi continued the thread, in her youth most girls fucked with their fathers or brothers. Only nobody talked about incest. She knew from Anni that it was today exactly the same in her circle of girlfriends. She just didn't want violence or an injustice done to her little girl. Otherwise, it did not bother her that Anni and I were inevitably drifting towards incest. I was relieved on the one hand, annoyed on the other, how would Trixi know that for sure? I resisted vehemently and didn't let on. That Anni stuffed my cock into her hole to masturbate me and let me squirt in, I just couldn't talk her out of it. She had crossed my red line with a cheeky devilish grin, that was true. But that I was out for incest, I vehemently denied. I was weak and let her get away with everything, that was true, I said contritely. Trixi said she didn't have a father, or she would have fucked him one hundred percent. "I was allowed to sleep at my mother's on Sunday and she never made a secret of the fact that she masturbated every night, that's how I learned it from an early age on. And later, when I was about 12 or 13, I was allowed to stay in her bed and of course watch it when she got fucked by the one‐night‐stand on Sunday mornings. She always encouraged me to get really close and look at the fucking up close and feel it with my hands. She forced the lovers to a second or third round so that I learned something. She let me feel and explore their cocks extensively, she showed me even then how to do a handjob and let me practice it. — She was a great, enlightened and loving woman who instilled in me a good relationship with my body and sexuality." Trixi became very quiet because her mother had died miserably of cancer when she was 18. I waited a while and then mumbled, that I would never hurt Anni and if she made me to have incest with her, it wouldn't be because I pressed for it. I was grateful that she was so easy about incest and wouldn't make a drama, I said to Trixi, who looked at me with a catlike look from her green eyes. — Goddamn, how much did she really know?

To get away from the subject, I told Trixi that Anni had meanwhile managed to get herself secretly fucked by the guys in the swimming pool. The social pressure was so great that she just had to do it. I had told Anni that it was already clear to me that she wanted to be on the top rung of the ladder, but she should listen to herself, to her feelings, her sensations and her body. That was important from my point of view. Trixi wanted all the details, of course. Anni usually lets one boy fuck her, but mostly several, up to four in a row. She hugs her girlfriend intimately and holds on to her. The girlfriend masturbates her all the time, so she gets several orgasms during being fucked. The guys are only allowed to fuck her from behind and Anni spoke enthusiastically about now feeling the fucking and the squirting quite clearly. The guys held her by the hips and fucked her as hard as they could and were allowed to squirt into her at the end, but many pulled their dicks out and squirted in the water. I told Trixi everything I knew and she beamed all over. "She got through it! She got through it!" said Trixi over and over again, smiling happily.

For well over a month Anni and I did it every day secretly, she usually had enough after one orgasm while riding me, sometimes after two orgasms. Finally she gave me always a blowjob, it was the same every time, because I could not squirt into her pussy. I let the reins drag, actually we should stop doing that, that's what I thought every day.

One evening Trixi was angry. She wasn't talking to me, she wasn't fucking me. I racked my brain, it was never like that before. In the morning the same. Doggedly silent breakfast. Before she left the house, I asked her. She stopped with the keys in her hand and slowly turned around. "I saw it, you squirted in her throat!" She looked at me reproachfully and my mind raced. How much had she seen? What exactly? I fell silent in dismay, visibly struggling for words. Chance saved me. Trixi smiled. She had to go, two long hauls. But she would take time off afterwards and come to lunch, we can talk then, good? I breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed, I would take something from the Italian and we could talk then. "Salami‐Pizza!" said Trixi and left quickly.

I had decided on the forward strategy by noon, I'm going to tell Trixi everything and honestly, after all I was already determined to marry her and lying to my wife, no, I'm not even starting on that. We ate our pizzas and I first sounded her out, how much she had seen. She had only seen Anni kneeling in front of me, masturbating my cock with her fist in her mouth and making me squirt deep inside her throat. I was relieved that she had only seen a Blowjob and started to tell everything, but she cut me off. "I don't even want to know everything, darling, I'll be here in the afternoon to talk to Anni. In the evening a new guy is coming to see her, will you be there then?" I was on duty in the afternoon from 4pm and wouldn't be home until after midnight, I said, "or should I pretend to be sick?" Trixi waved it off, "No problem, I can watch Anni by myself." It was so that we staggered our services, we needed the money. I served a small espresso Italian style. Trixi asked if I wanted to continue this blowjobs with Anni? She again didn't let me get a word in edgewise and sipped her espresso. "I don't think it will hurt her, on the contrary, what do you think?"

I knew her long enough, here she didn't expect an answer. "She probably started it, you've never been much of a mouth‐squirter, and that she does a lot of blowjobs at school, she told me herself."

I watched Trixi, that was just the way she was. It was her own way of doing things. She took care of the case by herself and didn't expect that I answered. "And you sure liked it, don't you?" That, I knew, demanded a binary answer, a yes/no. I nodded, yes!

Trixi was a practical thinker. "I've never had been squirted in my mouth, you know that. But I can have Anni show me and learn it, if you really like squirting in my mouth that much. I guess it won't be that hard to learn, what do you think?"

Also here she expected an answer, I already knew that. I shook my head, the mouth‐squirting was really not so important for me. Of course she can learn it, you just have to overcome the psychological inhibition or rather the natural disgust when you swallow the semen. She nodded with utmost satisfaction. "That's how we do it! Anni shall teach me, and we'll do it then, if you want or when I have my period."

Without transition, she asked if I was up for it now? "Anni is still at school and a quickie is made quickly." I didn't care if Anni was at home, I decided myself when I wanted to fuck. Now was a good time, I said. We went to the bedroom and fucked after a day of stupid break. I still had time enough and masturbated her wildly until she was exhausted. We hugged and she whispered how stupid and jealous she had reacted, but she loved me very much and that's where the stupid jealousy comes quite easily. I kissed her deeply and gratefully, she was a good woman and she could navigate around all the cliffs for both of us without me having to do too much rowing.

I slipped into bed very carefully after midnight, but Trixi woke up and still wanted to fuck. While I masturbated her as always after fucking, she chattered away. She had talked to Anni and indeed it had come from her, the mouth‐squirting. Anni called the boy to come in pairs with a friend. My daughter is as ingenious in these matters as I am, Trixi said, of course we needed a second boy if I wanted to learn the blowjob. "It was so awesome, darling, we got into bed with two guys, I practiced the blowjob with swallowing down on both of them, I could do it from the start!" Trixi giggled with a grin. "Of course the boys were allowed to fuck both of us as often as they wanted. But Anni always put on a condom, that was for sure! When the boys could take no more, they went home. Anni asked if she should show me fucking clit‐to‐clit, but I waved it off, I was dead tired."

I asked if she had been fucked well and she looked at me puzzled, "you are not jealous, are you? You, Karl?" I shook my head and masturbated her again. She closed her eyes in pleasure and continued, she had already completely forgotten what a 16 year old's slender cock felt like. The boys fucked as well as they could, but just not yet as well as a grown man. Anni let herself be fucked by only one and quite soon had enough, she had let herself be fucked by both until they could no longer.

Trixi hugged me after her second orgasm, I had masturbated her wild and harder this time and she had a very strong orgasm. Before we fell asleep she mumbled how grateful she was that I had instigated her to the horny evening with two sugary sweet bimbo boys. She would return the favor, she would surely find something horny. She fell silent and fell asleep. I didn't instigate anything, but I was glad that Anni either hadn't told anything or Trixi didn't resent our incest or, and this was most likely, that Trixi hadn't listened to her confession at all. I juggled the possibilities until I was dreaming.

Anni laughed heartily when I addressed Trixi's account. It wasn't quite like that after all, and Anni gave me her version. Trixi had given both guys a blowjob at the beginning, she had listened well to the theory and could do it right away. She swallowed the semen after a tiny hesitation. She couldn't keep her fingers to herself afterwards and groped and stroked them both until they were stiff again. Anni fucked from the beginning with her boyfriend, whom she had invited first. Condom, of course. She fucked him twice and secretly masturbated behind his back during his recovery break and masturbated secretly the whole time behind his back while they watched Trixi and the other boy fuck together. The boys were a bit intimidated because maybe they had never seen a woman masturbate before, and Trixi masturbated without stopping for 4 hours. Anni saw that Trixi masturbated only lightly and gently and orgasmed only lightly and gently. She only trembled a little when she orgasmed, that was all. But she fucked them both alternately for 4 hours without long breaks. Anni didn't see her fucking for the first time, but for the first time so demanding that the guys could hardly catch their breath. I laughed, I have seen Trixi fuck like a fury in the old days.

I picked up Gina from the Hotel Excelsior early in the morning, she was one of my favorite whores and I made an effort to bring her home at least once a week at the end of my nightshift. She was in her early 20s, pretty as a model and stalked towards my cab with unsteady steps, carrying a dozen shopping bags in her hands. I brought her and the bags up to her apartment, she poured herself a double and disappeared into the bathroom. I fucked all the hooker girls with condoms without exception for safety, and Gina was the only one who put the condom in her mouth and slipped it over my cock with her lips. I had to smile every time, even in her buzz she managed the feat of art perfectly. After the wonderful fucking — most young whores can fuck wonderfully — we sat in bed and smoked. Gina handed me a small package, a gift, she said. It was a very nice Swiss wristwatch, I thanked dazedly. She smiled mischievously and said she just had to nudge her Mick ever so slightly, her favorite chauffeur needed a new wristwatch. Mick was her main customer, widowed, childless and really loaded. She was still considering whether to accept his marriage proposal. He was only capable of handjobs or blowjobs and that scared her a little. Gina dug out her vibrator and masturbated with pleasure, because she never got an orgasm while fucking. The vibrator could only be operated by hand and she fucked herself with it very passionately for a long time, the battery was empty. For the x‐th time I took it upon myself to get her a new battery. Gina came to the finale, she threw the vibrator on the sheet and I put my face near her cunt as usual. Her clit was barely a quarter the size of Trixi or Anni, it always remained hidden in the flesh. Her fingers raced over the invisible clit until she tensed in a hot orgasm. "I never masturbate when I'm with a client, it's really private, it's not for sale!" Gina hugged me sideways. " I think, you like watching me masturbating, don't you?" and I nodded, I was really enjoying watching Gina masturbate.

Anni came home at noon in a very good mood. Soon I went to her room, she was already waiting for me naked on the bed. She would have to tell me something absolutely new, and I sat down on the chair next to the bed. "I dared to stand next to the other girls today," she began, beaming with joy and mindlessly playing with her pussy. I had to concentrate first, Wednesday, swimming pool, aha. "So far I have only dared to fuck with a single boy secretly in a remote area, as you know. Today I stood next to these girls who were getting fucked by a whole bunch of guys at the edge of the pool. Like the others, I hugged my girlfriend and we gave each other hot French kisses for an hour. I took my bikini pants all the way off so they wouldn't bother me. I stuck my ass out to the back and let the guys fuck me one by one. I love french kissing with my girlfriend, it always sends pleasant shivers down my spine to my clit! She masturbated me for an hour and I had beautiful little orgasms while one after the other fucked me from behind. My girlfriend has perfectly mastered the technique of masturbating me only lightly and gently to a small shivering orgasm and then continuing right away. It's really insanely horny to be fucked while orgasming at the same time, I felt the rapid thrusting of my rabbits really intensely, as well as the jerky squirting in. It was sooo nice!" We laughed at the fact that she had said rabbits, but she found it telling because most of them barely fucked a minute until they squirted in. She told me for two hours about the beautiful fucking and the intense french kissing with her girlfriend. Finally, when the general fucking was already over and she was rubbing her body against the girlfriend's body and they continued to french kiss wonderfully, and her girlfriend fucked her with two fingers stretched, the girlfriend spied an aloof adored one. After much toing and froing, Anni managed to send the girlfriend off to him. She came back after a minute smiling, he would come! Now it was Anni who stood with her back to the edge of the pool and the girlfriend held onto her and stretched her ass towards the unapproachable. She had a one‐piece on and Anni pushed the bottom end aside so he could penetrate her girlfriend from behind. The girlfriend closed her eyes and buried her face against Anni's neck. The fucking took little more than a minute and the fellow was long gone by the time Anni had finished masturbating the girlfriend to a violent orgasm. It was the first time she let herself be fucked in the pool, normally she only fucked at home with her little brother without exception. The girlfriend beamed all over her face, she would never manage to win the aloof boy as a friend, but now she had at least let him fuck her, she laughed happily.

Trixi noticed in the evening, of course, that I was soon exhausted. I told her everything about Gina and showed Trixi the new wristwatch. The masturbating of Gina I had to describe probably for the hundredth time, Trixi could not hear it often enough. With many women the clit is so small that the untrained male eye can't see it, my super smart wife said. Then I told about Anni's public fuck in the swimming pool and the first fuck of her girlfriend, who has always fucked with her little brother only. How many had fucked Anni, even Anni didn't know, but there were at least 12, she had said. I told Trixi with lowered eyes that Anni had masturbated me for two hours in the afternoon. I saw Trixi's skeptical look, of course, and had to explain. Anni had moved very close to me, pulled down my pants and stuffed my glans into her fuck hole to the fullest, she always did that now. She masturbated my cock and when I had to squirt, she stuffed my cock all the way in and let me squirt deep inside her. I tried to pull my cock back out but she kept it half in, for the next two hours. She talked and talked and made me furiously horny with her fuck stories. She kept masturbating my cock immediately when it got hard. And to squirt, she pushed it again in really deep, leaving only enough room for her fingers to rub me to squirt in. "You were right, it goes on unstoppable towards an incest," I said miserably. Trixi hugged me and tousled my hair lovingly. "Don't worry so much, sweetheart, just let it happen. She will fuck you one day, even nowadays many girls fuck their father when they are young. You know that I wouldn't mind if it came from her." She was silent and I waited. Then I said that I had been taught the incest taboo from an early age. Although I knew quite well that it occurred in reality. I kept silent, my throat tightening. Trixi gently stroked my hair. "I know," she said softly, "your little sister fucked your father for years and your mother wanted to punish him and take revenge. She forced you to fuck with her all the years of your youth until we met." I pulled myself together. "And through it all, both upheld the incest taboo like a law of nature; both my sister and I suffered from this contradiction for years." I felt the old wounds, but I was willing to let them scar over. I thought long and hard about telling Trixi everything now, but I let it go. "Thank you for trusting me and for having a clear opinion about this," and I hugged her, my future wife. "Whether it happens today or tomorrow, I can't say. But I'm glad you're standing firmly behind me!" So, that was enough.

We sat next to each other on the bed and smoked our joints. We had never really talked about it and I sensed that Trixi wanted to talk now. "I wasn't even 13," I began, "when she first took me to her bed and of course I didn't know why. Until then I had only masturbated to get rid of the sexual pressure, and now suddenly I was allowed to fuck her as often as I wanted, at noon, in the afternoon, in the evening and at night. I walked around with my chest swelling with pride and yet I wasn't allowed to give anything away. I dragged her by the hand into my pad for the gentlemen's evening. She allowed herself to be stripped naked without resistance and the musketeers looked on with really wide eyes. She was never pretty, she was small and prone to getting fat. Her breasts hung down like heavy balloons and well over her cleft there was a thick black bush. The cleft itself, the labia, were obscenely naked, there was not a single hair. She spread her labia apart with her hands and showed her clit, which was small, stiff and dark red. Her fingers played with the stiff, ornery clit as she stood in front of us. I didn't know then, of course, that she was aroused and horny in her anticipation of the fucking. You could see all the way deep into her fuck hole, all the way up to her kidneys, as Karl the Little grinned. It was the virgin ride for the Musketeers, we were allowed to fuck her as often as we could. The musketeers were quiet as mice when I fucked her, everyone was aware of the enormity of the forbidden. For years she let us all fuck her at the gentlemen's evening, she was fucking very passively and never let on if she got aroused or not while being fucked. She never masturbated in front of the musketeers, she only did that when we fucked just the two of us. She never had an orgasm when she was fucked, but she would spread her legs like butterfly wings and let me watch her intense masturbation with a sardonic grin, that guaranteed her, she would get fucked a second time. I soon had the feeling of being her sex slave and that she also wanted to punish the father who fucked my little sister. But I didn't escape her for a long time."

Trixi lit the next joints. I inhaled with relish and continued talking. "You barged into our gentlemen's evening a couple of times and stayed until the end, despite your disdain." Trixi added, "it was the first time I saw a group fucking, it was insanely awesome to watch and repulsive at the same time. I'll never forget the haughty and triumphant look she gave me when you fucked her!" We remained silent for a few moments, the images coming back up. "When you gave me the choice, I didn't have to think long, I loved you with all my heart and forbade my mother to come again to the gentlemen's evening ever. I even skipped the gentlemen's nights for a while, that's how seriously I took my promise to you. I have never been in her bed since. But she stubbornly didn't accept it, of course. She would sneak into my room every night and I had to fuck her once or twice, when she let me watch her masturbation after the first fuck, before she left. She was the only one who let me watch her masturbate then, you did not and hid it from me, cowardly lying that you never did it — until many months later. We fucked daily and didn't stop until I was 18, finished school and got an own dorm room." Trixi snuggled up to me. "I remember how much it hurt me to see you fucking her. I didn't go again to the gentlemen's night until you promised me not to fuck her again, even at gentlemen's night. I was a mess at the time and didn't talk to my mom until weeks later. She advised me to right my ship even though it hurt a lot, although she understood much better than I did why you fucked her. At that time, I also clinged on for a long time to fuck with my girlfriends in the afternoons. I was insanely keen and happy to let them masturbate me to crazyness or fuck clit‐to‐clit with them, long after you took my virginity, long after I started to fuck your musketeers. I never told you because I was terribly ashamed, because I cheated on you every afternoon with my girlfriends!" We were silent for a long time, for much of this we had kept secret from each other.

I smoked a third, last joint and I felt my soul floating over a quiet glassy lake. Trixi murmured, she wondered how my sister is doing? I had talked to her on the phone a few weeks ago, I lied smoothly, and could report. "She still goes to the father's home once or twice a week and fucks him. Her nice and gentle, but unworldly husband was unemployed as ever, hunched over his Latin and Greek books. He knew it, but it didn't bother him that she was fucking the father. He liked fucking her, but he performed badly — in, out, thank you Madame! He is a severe autist and has no idea about women and sex. He looks up from his texts wondering, not understanding anything when she masturbates in bed. He has no idea why she masturbates at all daily and so often. He doesn't know the concept of fucking or masturbating and she had to make him understand after the wedding that husband and wife had to fuck at night." I still liked him quite a lot, he was very gently and affectionate with my little sister. "A real wooden post, a real simpleton, the good guy!" Trixi laughed. I felt sorry for my little sister, she was always terribly afraid of getting pregnant and she already had an abortion. But the father didn't care, he wanted to fuck Saturday night and Sunday morning till noon as often as he could. He took it for granted that my sister meanwhile stayed over at his place several nights a week and fucked him humbly and slavishly. Trixis' eyes blurred, the joint making her look soft and gentle. "Have you ever fucked her?" she asked in a low whisper, and I laughed out loud. "What a question!" She looked at me drunkenly. "Be honest!" I pulled myself together. "But of course I did, ever since the father deflowered her after 12 and for a very long time until I moved out of home, and by then I knew you already for a year. Most nights she'd crawl into my bed long after I'd come back from Mother's bedroom and she from Father's. She cuddled up to me, caressing my cock and sometimes she cried because she was very ashamed of being so dependently addicted to father's fucking. We fucked quietly, softly and passionately almost every night and sometimes very sadly, but we loved each other very, very deeply! She fucked with me from age 12 on, in a very shy way and we were both about to learn how to fuck. But we learnt both day by day and in the end she could fuck well like the hookers in town. We fucked quite daily until she was 17 or 18. I never saw her masturbate, although she masturbated after fucking every night in the dark next to me, often for very long. She always liked to put her legs spread on me and I had to fuck her with a finger in her fuckhole, so I got to feel her masturbating and orgasming up close. She never let me turn on the light, she could only masturbate in the dark, she claimed." I assured Trixi that I have never fucked with my sister since. I don't know why I hid it from Trixi, but I will tell her one day everything.

When I had a free afternoon, I visited her to fuck. Since she was happily married, she gave me intimate french kisses and masturbated in our fuck breaks completely unselfconscious and let me watch willingly. She fucked still far from as good as my young noble whores, but I loved her with all my heart, my little sister. I was allowed to squirt inside, of course, she said every time before fucking, but I shouldn't impregnate her. We usually fucked twice with a break, because she wanted to masturbate very quickly and firmly to orgasm after fucking, because she never got an orgasm there and was only strongly aroused after. We fucked slowly and unspectacularly and long before I came to squirt, she whispered dirty things in my ear. "Ohh, that feels good! I feel you, feel your strong cock thrusting in my fuckhole! And squirt, squirt whenever you like, squirt me full of your juice!" I don't know where she got that from, maybe from her father. She hugged me tightly as I squirted. "Just squirt, my darling, just squirt inside as you like! But please, please, please, don't make me a baby!" she whispered anxiously in my ear. Her dear husband then looked up from his books and murmured half aloud, I may not make her a baby, as she was scared to death of it. Only rarely did he look up to watch us fuck, although he was only an arm's length away.

The days flew by, Anni and I watched out well that Trixi did not catch us in the afternoon. I had already totally forgotten the "horny counter gift" after a week. We went to bed soon after dinner and Trixi beamed at me like a gold florin. "I still have to thank you, remember?" I affirmed, though. Well. I was soon to be 35, age and the forgetting strikes early, I thought. Trixi slid naked out of bed and went to the stairs, calling Anni down. Anni came, a bath towel around her hips. She came in, dropped the bath towel and lay down between us. Never before had she been in the big bed with us. Trixi gently and softly pushed Anni towards me. "My thanks, my gift!"

The two little devils had arranged this together, it was immediately obvious to me. Trixi pushed her until Anni was in my arms. "You don't need a condom, she hasn't had her period yet!" Trixi whispered. I needed no further invitation and when I touched Anni's pussy with my hand, she smiled finely and whispered that she had done the foreplay just before, twice.

Trixi held me close and gave me the warm feeling of her consent, then she directed my cock into Anni's fuckhole. Anni beamed all over her face as we fucked for the first time like man and wife in the missionary position. She had learned to fuck along very actively and to excite herself quickly to orgasm, unlike Trixi she did not masturbate while fucking, but held me tightly hugged and pressed her lips on the side of my neck. Her strained face became all soft and radiant in orgasming and she fucked right on to make me squirt. Trixi stroked my buttocks and said I could really squirt in, no danger! I squirted and squirted and squirted until I had squirted it all in — finally I had overcome my inhibition to squirt in Anni's pussy. Anni and Trixi took turns kissing me and proudly caressing me as if I had just won a marathon. A short recovery break was enough for me, Trixi made my cock stiff again with her fist and put it into Anni's hole with a wide grin. I fucked Anni twice that first night, and then when I turned to Trixi, she shook her head in surprise. "Cardiologist's congress! I've already had four of them plowing my field pretty good today." Trixi smiled and her green eyes brightened. "Two thousand, in one day!" Even Anni had to smile. Trixi was practical and kept an eye on her money. So I had the last reserve left for Anni, who was already dog‐tired, she lay back very softly and gently and let me passively fuck her. All three of us were really done.

Anni sleeps with us two or three times a week and there was only a short interruption when she fell in love with Achim a year later. He sleeps only one night in our house, Anni had kept a few good stallions in the hindquarters and fucks with each like a fury her soul out from the body. I like to fuck her, mostly every afternoon, and then in the evening with Trixi. I am the only one with whom she fucks without a condom, because she still has no period at 17.

I have stayed over at Ilse's house only once a month for the past few years, and each time I have enjoyed the sex with her and a stranger beyond belief. We've talked about divorce and I'm keeping my condo and she gets the unrestricted right to live there for free. When everything has gone through, I will propose to Trixi and adopt Anni.

After the divorce, Trixi and I immediately got married and I adopted Anni. Trixi and I were of one mind, the marital fidelity was not even on paper. She wanted to have the freedom to fuck with her passengers whenever she wanted, also the financial aspect was important for her. I still visit Ilse once a month on my afternoon off, fucking with her and her lustful girl warms my body and soul. She always has young and very young girls there and I never ask Ilse if she is already of age.

Anni lies with us daily in the evening. Trixi calls her down every time, when she gets too exhausted during the day. Even when Anni has a visitor, Trixi trudges up the stairs totally naked and enters the room. If the visitor is already asleep, she wakes Anni up so she can lie down with me. It often happened that Trixi lay down to the visitor and let herself be exhausted again when Anni said to her that the guy could do it well, as Anni told me broadly grinning when we fucked.

She studies with good success at the university, Achim has long been lost in history and since she is 23 and has her period, we fuck only with condoms. She doesn't waste time being in love, she takes a one‐night‐stand a few times a month home, that's enough for her, she says. Every time her lover is any good, she shoos Trixi upstairs to get a good fucking. She comes down to fuck me or watches them fucking when I'm not there. Anni knows how much Trixi likes to be fucked hard and that Trixi and I have a consensual arrangement.

I go to Ilse less and less, I don't like to be caught with a minor. I may have already fucked with all the whores in town, for me that's variety enough. I never see them as whores, to be honest, for me they are fuckable, willing and horny girls. Since they work in the hotel business, they are usually not ugly and younger than me. And when I drive night shift, I know that Anni and Trixi ride with a good stallion. But I really enjoy fucking with Trixi and Anni in the evening until exhaustion. We are, I have already said, a very special family.

I will participate in the cab business with a total of 4 cars. In ten years I don't want to drive a cab anymore.