On Waves And Billows

For hundreds of years, a considerable portion of humanity lived on the oceans. As recently as the 21st century, it was thought that the world population would not grow beyond the 9‐billion‐mark. Growth leveled off somewhat, but still, 300 years later, there were now nearly 11 billion people. The oceans were populated with huge floating platforms consisting of thousands of loosely connected parts. One got the necessary energy from sun‐ and wind power, wave power stations had not got beyond the different project stages. Platform 451, where Una lived, had an edge length of 10 kilometers and was one of the most modern ones. There were about 4 million people living on the platform. The platform was anchored in the doldrums, powerful breakwaters protected it from the rare storms. The houses, which were densely packed together without gaps, were three to five stories high and a dozen formed an apartment block, and about a quarter of the total area was used for agriculture. One was almost completely self‐sufficient, only a few goods were delivered from the mainland.

Una had a good job as part of the air traffic control, the 3 three hour shifts a day demanded the utmost concentration of course, but it was an interesting work. Most of the time she ensured smooth local flight operations over the platform, regularly she was assigned to air traffic control between the platforms or long distance traffic to the continents. Only long distance traffic still had a few combustion engine aircraft; the local gliders and helicopters were all electrically powered. Many of the residents had privately owned small electric flying machines of any design, and a pilot's license was required for these as well. Most private pilots obeyed the law and flew under the control of air traffic control, there were of course black sheep and daring youths who flew around without permission or control. Surprisingly, there were few accidents, as a crash usually involved more than just a cool dip, most simply drowned.

Una had grown up in Greater‐Paris on the mainland, had done all the schools and general pilot training. She originally wanted to become a civilian, commercial or military pilot, but she had a chronic problem with her teeth and was no longer shortlisted. She completed the three‐year training for air traffic control and moved to Platform 451 because she could not afford the expensive life in Paris. On the platform, she immediately got a well‐paying job and a spacious apartment of almost 48 square meters, actually an officer's apartment near the air base.

Una's childhood was carefree, learning not only the local dialect, which used to be French, but also Interlingua, the official English language of large parts of the world, which was a hodgepodge of American, English and other Anglophone languages. Una had a sexually average adolescence, masturbating since early childhood like all the other girls, and it really became an addiction. She saw her biological parents barely twice a year and had no close relationship with them. She lived like most children in state institutions, every year she got a new roommate. Before she was 14, she was said to be a lesbian. But she didn't care, she was in bed with the other and they sweated when they masturbated or the other masturbated her. She had learned to lick the clit from one of her girlfriends and loved it very much. She was a good student and hardly thought about sex during the day. The sex was only in the evening and at night, she was very libidinous and did not let any night pass unused. At 14 she let a friend deflower her and learned to fuck very quickly. She loved fucking very much, only sometimes it was difficult to get together with the guys. One did not waste time on falling in love or building relationships. One arranged to have sex with a boy, because "today's youth" was just like that. Romance had died out in large parts, no one missed it. It was all the norm at the time, and at 17 she had to choose between getting married, going to work, or going to college. She wanted to be a pilot.

She loved her new apartment. It consisted of two rooms, a small kitchen and a sanitary cabin with shower and toilet. One room was her bedroom, the other the living‐ and working area, because she only went to the flight control center for one shift on three days a week, the other shifts she worked from the apartment, that's what everyone did. The monitor she worked on took up the whole wall and she could see 5 or 10 partial images at a time. The small kitchen was sufficient as she only made her own breakfast, the two main meals were supplied by the Fly&Eat, she just needed to heat it up. The Fly&Eat belonged to the Aeroboard and catered to a good 20,000 men. There was a lot of emphasis on good, healthy food, since the crews received expensive training and any illness hit the company hard. Health was a top priority. One was also required to follow a sports program every morning before breakfast. Una rode her electric scooter to the port every morning, swam for 30 minutes, and ran once around the entire harbor, a two kilometers round trip. She always found time for a chat with the Mariners or with Sailors from outside, i.e. other platforms or the continent. In these short chats, the courtship had to succeed, so that she had a guy to fuck in the next evenings. They saw exactly what they could expect, her swimsuit cleverly showed everything that one tried to hide in earlier times. Depending on the mood, she rode home in a happy or a bad mood on the pedal scooter, changing her foot every 100 meters to pedal. She usually used the electric drive of the pedal scooter only when she went for a ride.

She was only 26 and naturally pretty, she had nice small breasts and a very slim, womanly body. She did shave her pubic hair every day before showering, but usually there was no sex for two weeks or more, no fuckboy, no lover. Masturbating was in the program every night, but she found variety in telesex. The communicator, which used to be just a smartphone, offered her everything she needed. It recorded the data of her early morning exercise and sent it to the employer, it recorded all vital signs and alerted Una when necessary. He likewise gave her information about her fertile days and the exact time of ovulation. She could use the communicator to compile her meal plan or grocery shopping; you no longer went to stores or small businesses, everything was delivered to the house. The communicators between the supplier and the recipient independently and automatically agreed on the dates that suited both parties. And Una, like most, was among those who obtained sex through the communicator.

Una had only three devices she used for sex. An electronic penis, a stimulator and a love cloth. She used the penis when she wanted to have sex with a distant man (most of the time it really was one). It came very close to actual fucking and even surpassed it in one respect. The man could maintain his virtual erection for as long as he wanted during phone fucking. Contraception was not necessary and there was no risk of infection. And neither the distance nor a possible age problem offered a barrier. Una had already had telesex with old men or underage boys (and probably girls too). No teenager was too stupid not to pretend to be an adult. Many teenagers loved to pretend to be the opposite sex because they found it exciting. Una was sure that she had had telesex with many dressed‐up girls of all ages. Occasionally she also had lesbian telesex, but very rarely. Of course, it always happened that one chose the wrong person to have telesex with, but one could always press the off‐button.

The second device was the stimulator, it came in a hundred varieties, for men and for women. Una's stimulator was basically a simple clit‐stimulator that she could control herself or have someone else control. It was sometimes really horny what lesbians or other women could do with it.

And there was the love cloth. It came in sinful expensive full‐body‐versions and smaller ones. Una had a small model, about 25 centimeters on the edge. It was used to transmit manual stimulation, stroking and touching in a way that was true to feeling. It was an important adjunct used in a wide variety of activities. The combination of two or all three devices made telesex a very intimate, exciting experience.

Una loved the personal contact while fucking though, that was better than any telesex. But she hardly had more than one or two lovers a month, she had already fucked all sympathetic work colleagues, neighbors and the workers in the port city and was happy about every Sailor from overseas.

She often sat in front of the monitor for hours discussing, arguing or exchanging ideas with people from all over the world. And yes, she also flirted when she felt the tingle. There were even three men from other platforms who had come all this way to fuck Una. But none had the quality of character she expected. She longed very much for a lasting, loving partnership, but so far none had been even remotely acceptable. She could use the purely physical lovemaking, but she was not fooled by hormones or her imagination. She had read hundreds of books and articles on the subject, watched discussions and lectures, and had even exchanged long and thoughtful emails with some of the various experts. She knew how difficult dating was and was far too educated and intelligent to fool around.

Una lived on the third floor of a house and had the advantage of being on the flat roof on sunny days. Although it rained quite often there were many sunny days where she could lie down to tan. Up there on the roof, everyone was naked, and there was nothing unusual about two getting together to make love and fuck. Una was one of the few young women on her apartment block and was in high demand for fucking. Fucking on the roof, in the beautiful sunshine, was the only situation where she let herself be fucked in public space and felt an exhibitionist shiver when other women stared over in envy or when her onlookers got an erection. It wasn't strangers, it was the neighbors. In rainy weather, she usually sat by the only window, at the kitchen table, looking out at the sea or the rain pelting down on the shore road and the wide strip of grass, bushes and trees. She was fascinated by the waves crashing against the platform during the rare storms and the spray splashing in ever‐changing shapes several feet high. The rainy weather was always a good time to gossip with friends and girlfriends. She had resolved to read at least one book every week and watch at least one movie on the Internet. She knew how important education was for her.

Una had met a nice Sailor, who was sailing an electric trimaran, while doing early morning sports in the harbor town, and had invited him to dinner. The boy was perhaps ten years older than her and was traveling all alone from platform to platform, heading for the Caribbean. She flew home lovey‐dovey and ordered the evening's groceries from the road. She had to work concentrated shifts, but in the evening she set the table for two and whistled a pop song, she was in such a good mood. A glance at the communicator showed that it was still 10.9 days until the next ovulation, so free ride! She was annoyed because she couldn't teach the device to display the time in a more understandable way. 264.4 hours was the only possible alternative, but it was even more stupid. She had already sent a suggestion, but one never knew if it was even read and if a programmer ever tackled it. The bell rang, the Sailor came.

Armand, he introduced himself, came from Marseille in France and he was a decidedly cheerful and likeable guy. How good it did Una to be able to speak French with him in the language of her youth. He ate proficiently and they emptied two bottles of red wine until, with an artificial yawn, Una signaled to go to the bedroom.

Armand obviously had some catching up to do and fucked her twice, holding his own very well and waiting patiently for Una to fuck herself to orgasm before he squirted. They smoked during the break and afterwards, as Armand was a heavy smoker, but Una rarely smoked. He told how he had prepared for his adventure. Apartment sold and off he went! Until a few miles from the platform the batteries ran out. He lay in the slippery sea for 12 hours, had spread out all the solar panels, and waited impatiently in the sweltering heat until he had enough power again. Two technicians were working on his ship, they had already ordered the defective parts from the mainland and they were waiting for it to be flown in. He was very annoyed that the mishap had happened and showed him the vulnerability of his ship. He laughed, seeing that he was still a real city boy who could not yet fix everything himself. She cuddled up to him covetously, but Armand was drawn to the port city. Wind had come up and he was getting restless, he could not leave the ship unguarded. She ordered him a glider and he left, but promised to return tomorrow evening.

The days flew by, the evenings with Armand were wonderful and so was the fucking, of course. They promised each other to keep in touch, although he would hardly ever come back, his destination was still the Caribbean. They kept in touch for years to come, they talked about the Visiphone almost every week and had telesex on a case by case basis, but in truth he didn't like it very much.

Una had met new neighbors, Peter and Gwendolyn, who were from London. They had a daughter, Anna, and a son, Paul. Anna was Gwendolyn's daughter and Paul was Peter's son. Anna was a very good student, bright and clever. Paul was dumb as a brick, lazy and stubborn, and they were both about the same age. Peter and Gwendolyn were both engineers and built platforms. Una, of course, had talked Peter into fucking her on one occasion and he went along with it with a very guilty conscience. Una later regretted her covetousness, for Peter was a real failure at fucking. The only positive thing about their brief fling was that Una learned of Gwendolyn's lesbian tendencies. Immediately she seduced Gwendolyn, who was really a grenade in bed, and the two fucked at regular intervals.

Gwendolyn taught Una something new, fucking clit‐to‐clit. Una was thrilled and almost passed out with pleasure when Gwendolyn fucked her mercilessly to orgasm. She fucked Gwendolyn too, of course, but she had a much smaller clit than Gwendolyn and unfortunately could not fuck her just as well. Peter knew about their sexual relationship and kept silent about it, because he knew very well himself that he had nothing to offer Una. Gwendolyn and Peter had a problem, they had a job on an other platform, but they had to put the children somewhere for the 6 weeks. Una hesitated for a long time, but finally she agreed.

Anna and Paul, quarreling like cats and dogs, surrendered growling to their fate. They promised to be good and not disturb Una during her shift. Una had threatened to put them in the state home immediately if they disturbed her at work. The threat worked; the siblings had only known each other for a few months, but they got along. Una could really work, and when she was done, she went into the bedroom where they could watch movies. But they were both naked on the bed, Paul had just rolled off Anna and Anna was sprawled on the bed, her pussy smeared with semen. "No, we didn't fuck, Aunt Una," Anna replied through her tears, "he's much too cowardly to fuck, he's afraid of Mom who would beat him up!" Una took a close look at Paul's cock, he had a really strong man's cock, the guy with the birdbrain. Una got a washcloth and cleaned Anna's pussy. "Well, then what did the both of you do?" she asked the girl. Anna answered that he only fucked in her vaginal entrance and squirted there, to spare her hymen. They had been fucking like this for months, she was not allowed to watch him masturbate, but he watched her every time she masturbated. She had shown him the vaginal entrance fucking when he didn't want to deflower her and fuck her for real. But she definitely wanted to fuck! She would have allowed him to deflower her and fuck her, but the coward didn't dare. Una fixed dinner, the two of them sat naked nestled close to each other in front of the monitor, watching an ancient horror movie on the Internet and shrieking with pleasure. Watching the movie together was one of the situations where Anna was allowed to play with Paul's cock and make him stiff. She rarely managed to make him squirt, and today she didn't manage it again. Paul kept rewinding during the sex scenes, explicitly showing sex was allowed if it was less than 5% of the movie, else it was porn. Paul had the sex scenes played in slow motion, the clumsy vampire fucking the leading lady or the werewolf fucking the same poor girl. The actresses of that time unabashedly fucked in front of the camera and this one even did the scenes with the werewolf herself, the fucking performed by trained dogs. Una briefly looked at the monitor, but she actually did not like the dog fucking and turned off the monitor. So dinner, and now off to bed!

Una was lying naked under the sheet as usual, Paul had made a place for himself on the floor next to the bed. Proud, because he was a man and not a wimp! Anna came out of the shower cabin and hesitated for a moment, then put aside the pajamas and slid naked to Una under the sheet. "Lights out!" commanded Una, and Anna wrapped her arms around Una's neck. Whispering, she asked Una about her sexuality. Una answered her curious questions with a smile and caressed Anna's body. Anna half lay on Una and pressed her body against her as they continued to whisper. She slid a hand between their bodies and masturbated. Una smiled and put her face on Anna's beautiful, full breasts. She caressed and fondled the glorious breasts, her fingers seeking the nipples, pressing and twirling them until they were stiff. She caressed the breasts and teased the hard nipples until Anna had finished masturbating. She gently stroked the girl's hair until she calmed down. Anna replied to her question that she had been masturbating every night since she could remember. Una nodded in agreement, that was quite all right. Before her mother had met Peter, she had been allowed to lie with Gwendolyn, press herself against her and masturbate. Paul had heard their whispering and now lay down next to Una as well. He noticed that they were both naked and threw his pajamas on the floor. Una said with a laugh, "Auntie à la sandwich!" Anna grinned and explained to Paul what was meant.

Anna reached over Una and grabbed Paul's cock. He let her play with his cock for a few minutes until it was completely stiff. Only then did he protest, "your hand is much too weak and powerless, so I won't let you do it!" Anna withdrew her hand in a huff. Paul sought Una's hand and placed it on his cock. "He never lets me watch him do it," Anna whispered aloud, "he's so unfair! Me he watches of course, me he half fucks too, but when he does it himself he sends me 'out! As if I've never seen it before!" Una kept an iron silence, the two of them had to fight it out between themselves. Paul's hand trailed Una's hand up and down his cock. Una murmured, "do you want me to make you squirt or what!?" Paul nodded and nodded, "Yes, please, do me!" Una sighed deeply, for she did not want to argue, and masturbated the boy, and Anna clasped his sack with her hand. When he came to squirt, she whispered to Una, "please, let me!" and she took over and rubbed his cock eagerly until he finished squirting.

They lay very still for a few minutes, then Una lightly poked Paul in the side. "So, have you fucked before?" Paul lied brazenly, "yes, many times, with Mary and Emma, in London!" Anna immediately protested half aloud, "and with me, you little piglet!" Una knew instinctively that the fellow was lying, but she felt like it now. Lust to fuck. "Well, come on then, you hero, come lay on Aunt Una!" That's how Paul got his first time. She helped him with her hand to put his cock into her vagina, but she didn't have to show him the thrusting. Anna had put her hand on her pussy, curious to the fucking. Paul fucked very long and amazingly well, at least better than his father. He knew instinctively that he had to trigger Una's orgasm with firm thrusting. Anna pulled her hand back in fright as Una orgasmed violently. Paul continued to fuck Una for ages, even though she was already very tired after the orgasm. He squirted, he squirted quite a bit and Una dozed for a few minutes.

Paul lay down on top of her again after a while, his cock was hard as a board again. Una woke up from her dozing again, the lad really fucked her excellently and she got a smaller orgasm again. Anna had not pulled her hand away this time, her fingers were on Una's clit and she was curiously following the whole thing. Paul kept fucking and Anna's fingers touched her clit, gently and tenderly. She only withdrew her fingers when Paul was panting like a steam engine before he started to squirt. Una was already tipping away when he squirted and dozed off immediately afterwards. They slept close together until early morning.

When she came back from early morning exercise the next morning, Paul was already lying between Anna's thighs and fucking upon her cunt. Una stopped under the door and watched the two, then she knelt down next to the bed to see everything up very closely. "I'd like to squirt in," Paul whispered, and Anna protested, "not today, too dangerous!" Anna, who already had a very womanly body, yanked and tugged at her breasts, she had her legs spread wide and Paul was fucking her wide open cunt. He wasn't actually stuck inside, but he was fucking up and down between her labia, along her slit like a weaver's shuttle in a loom. Tirelessly, his cock swept up and down, bumping and scraping along Anna's clit each time. The clit was erect and looked quite stiff. This made Anna furiously horny and she kept gasping, "here it comes, I'm about to come!" but the orgasm did and did not come. Fucked up and down for a good ten minutes and stopping in climax, he straightened up and grabbed his cock. They waited breathlessly and a bright, short jet spurted over Anna's clit and her cunt, he clenched his cock with his fingers, immediately stopping the spurting. Anna had started rubbing her semen‐smeared clit at the same moment he had squirted, she couldn't take it anymore, she had to finish it. She masturbated quite hard, for she had become insanely horny and was staring at him with wide, glassy eyes. "No, don't squirt inside!" she whimpered several times, not stopping her rapid masturbation. He directed his glans into her slit and Una pressed down one of the labia to see it up closely. She saw the hymen, it had quite a big hole. He infinitely carefully pressed the tip of the glans on the hole in the hymen and penetrated a few millimeters, half of his glans inside. His fingers loosened and he now squirted in once through the hole without fucking further. "Don't squirt inside!" wailed Anna. He didn't move a millimeter, not wanting to hurt her hymen. Una looked at his cock as if entranced, she saw him contract and squirt in a second time, a full jet. As if from far away she heard Anna's desperate calling and now she had to intervene! She grabbed Paul's cock and yanked it out. She tore at it hard and let the stunned guy squirt upon Annas cunt. She kept yanking hard on his cock and making him squirt again and again. She rubbed him until he stopped squirting and vigorously rubbed the last drops out of his cock, then he rolled to the side. Una straightened up, she had never seen this way of fucking before. A few moments later Anna orgasmed, she jerked wildly, but immediately calmed down and closed her legs. "The stupid guy always squirts in through the hole," Anna said plaintively, "but at least he pays attention to my hymen!" Una wondered about the boy's loin strength, he fucked Anna two or three times a day and fucked her, Una, once or twice a night.

When Una was done working, she would often lie down with the two of them and watch them fuck. Anna did not orgasm during this kind of fucking. Una put her fingers on Anna's clit, which was a lot bigger and thicker than her own. Anna nodded in approval and Una rubbed her clit to orgasm at the exact moment he started to squirt. Una grabbed his cock afterwards and rubbed the last drops out of him.

It had been two weeks and the three of them spent a lot of time in bed during the day. Una strictly kept her working hours and closed the door to the bedroom. Beer is beer, and booze is booze, she kept that very well apart. She was the cool, focused voice on the microphone directing air traffic. There had been only one incident in those weeks, an unreported airman had crashed and survived badly injured, his homemade glider had crashed into the front of a house. There was an investigation, of course, but since the fool had not reported to air traffic control, Una was not to blame. She chewed on it for quite a long time anyway, how could anyone be so stupid!

At night she really enjoyed being fucked to orgasm by Paul. She shook her head in denial, she didn't want to be masturbated by Anna while he was fucking her. During the day she would lie down with them when her shift was over and if Anna wanted her to, she would masturbate her while Paul was fucking the girl.

One day it happened. Paul's glans was stuck in Anna's hole and he just squirted inside, but Una had masturbated Anna to orgasm way too fast and Anna jerked so hard that Paul pierced her hymen and penetrated very deep. He immediately stopped fucking, his cock spurting uncontrollably all at once. Una instantly yanked his cock out and rubbed it like she always did, yanking really hard and making him squirt, over and over. When he was done, she rubbed the last drops out of his cock with her fingers. He tore his eyes open in despair, a sacrilege had happened, he had committed a sacrilege! He stuttered senseless apologies and Anna put her forearm over her eyes, no one should see her tears, but they were tears of relief in the end. Una kept silent and stroked Paul's hair, he had done nothing wrong, she reassured the sobbing boy. Una fixed a snack and they ate in silence. "You must always watch Anna's fertile days now," she told Paul, "we don't want her to get pregnant! Check her com every time to see when she's expecting to ovulate! And you can't fuck her during that time, no way!" Una glanced at Anna, but she knew, no question.

Una lay down during the day as often as possible to the two, because now Paul fucked Anna no longer restrained, but with full steam. Unfortunately, Anna did not get an orgasm now either, she had to do it herself with her fingers. But she was beaming, she was beaming all over her face. Now she had finally become a real woman! The two of them stopped picking on each other like cats and dogs from one day to the next. They had grown up. At night Paul fucked Una first, then Anna. It was a goddamn good time!

Peter and Gwendolyn came back, tired and worn out from 20‐hour‐shifts. Peter slept for three days straight, Gwendolyn came on the second day and lay with Una. Infinitely cautious, Una inched forward, exploring her attitude toward fucking of not blood‐related siblings. Gwendolyn wasn't as open to the subject as Una herself, but she wasn't at all obdurate either. After the hourlong conversation, Una let the cat out of the bag; after all, Anna was her daughter. Gwendolyn was as white as a sheet. "I've noticed lately, of course, that Anna has been pretty horny for fucking when I've watched her masturbate," Gwendolyn said, angrily wiping tears from her cheek, "and I've been talking to Peter about it for hours, on and off. Actually, I wanted him to deflower Anna, and he agreed in the end, though with a lot of bellyaching. Peter had never deflowered a girl before and was really really scared of it. I had to describe it to him a hundred times and explain exactly how it had to be done. Of course I knew that Peter was not the best at fucking, but I love him with all my heart and wanted to give him and Anna the best that was available to me. Now I can take this heavy burden off his shoulders." The two women were silent for a long time, Una finished the red wine and asked Gwendolyn if she wanted another. She nodded absentmindedly and muttered to herself. "They're both smart enough that Anna won't get pregnant," Una said, putting an arm around Gwendolyn's shoulders. "I think it's wrong to separate them," she said quietly, knowing full well that Gwendolyn was thinking hard about it. "It's new and exciting for both of them, they're just eating each other up. But I don't think they'll stay together forever and ever. They'll get to know others and it will gradually fall asleep." Una waited a moment. "Paul can fuck wonderfully, clearly better than Peter. Peter is a great disappointment at fucking, dear Gwen!" The women looked at each other; they had never talked about it. But Gwendolyn had always suspected it and now nodded with a scornful look. "Paul is really excellent at fucking, he is naturally gifted and has strong loins. He always waited to squirt and dutifully kept fucking until I had my orgasm. Not many men do that." Gwendolyn nodded again, she had fucked with many and knew how right Una was. "I've always had an orgasm when he fucked me and I've rarely experienced that before" Una said and continued slowly, "I imagine Paul could do you well too if you wanted him to, he's not your biological son after all." Gwendolyn looked up startled and shook her head, but Una could tell it was starting to work in her mind. "Paul is naturally made for fucking, he understood right away what he had to do and what was important in fucking," Una said, looking at Gwendolyn, who was very thoughtful. "It might even be good for you and Peter, if you can relieve your sexual tension better that way." Una remained silent, not wanting to appear patronizing to Gwendolyn. After a long pause, Gwendolyn looked directly at her. "I think you are right about everything. I'll talk to the kids and to Peter." But the desire to fuck now had gone out of her.

Una spent her day off on the flat roof, it was windless and not a single cloud in the sky. She was already reading the second book of the week and felt like a million bucks. She looked up, the obviously moronic boy had crouched down opposite her, staring into her cunthole and very slowly rubbing his little boy cock. She remembered, she had only seen little cocks like that in her school days. He rubbed very, very slowly and grinned happily as Una let her thighs slide all the way apart. Her labia slid apart, giving him a direct view of her pussyhole. She smiled when she saw his greedy look. She let him stare and then asked if she could touch him? He crawled very close and she grabbed his cock. He stared at her pussy and kind of mumbled disappointedly that it was much smaller than Mommy's. His cock was a slick, narrow boy's cock with a small glans, but bigger in size, and she pulled the foreskin over the glans a couple of times. "You want me to do it for you, make you squirt?" she asked temptingly, but he immediately withdrew his cock. "Do it myself," he mumbled and slipped away. She had watched him many times before, he didn't really squirt, but his semen oozed out of his cock in thin streaks, then he would stop for a moment and continue after a while. He would apparently sneak around on the flat roof all day, crouching down in front of the girls or women to look inside their pussies and rubbing his cock very slowly, letting the semen ooze out drop by drop throughout the day. A few women — the older or uglier ones — good‐naturedly let him come closer, that's when he masturbated really hard and squirted on their ass cheeks or cunts. Some let his glans dance and squirt on their labia while masturbating, or let the glans penetrate a bit while squirting. Una always looked very closely, but she didn't see any that let the imbecile penetrate her cunthole really deep. The very young girls opened their legs wide and shrieked and hooted when he squirted on their pussies or pressed his glans on their little cuntholes and squirting. Una had watched him disappear behind the large solar panels several times and when she curiously followed him, she saw him. Surrounded by a small crowd of underage girls, he was fucking one girl after another. The girls were still fucking very awkwardly and much too briefly, but they allowed themselves to be fucked by the imbecile adolescent, grinning and giggling quietly. He also grinned all over his face and plunged his little boy cock into their pussies. Una was soon gone then, she wasn't really a voyeur, just curious.

Robert had joined her. They had fucked on the flat roof a couple of times about a year ago, he was a likeable guy and she had enjoyed letting him fuck her, although he didn't last nearly long enough and squirted far too quickly. She hadn't seen him in a long time and he told her he had been on the mainland for the last year finishing his degree. He was now a meteorologist and had applied to air traffic control, perhaps they would soon become colleagues. He had hardly changed, his nice big tail bobbing as he nervously opened and closed his knees rapidly.

They had been talking for a good quarter of an hour and she asked him, smiling, if he needed to squirt so badly? It was perfectly normal at this time to address fucking quite directly. He was smiling now too, "the girls on the mainland, in college, are putting the emphasis back on romantic preparation, they're not as relaxed as we are out here." He lay down next to Una on her mat and pressed his cock between her inner thighs. "Yeah, I really need it bad, I've only been back for two days and that's a fucking long time!" He turned Una on her side with her back to him and penetrated her from behind. She laughed brightly and said, "I remember, your favorite position!" She reached back and stroked his ass cheeks while he thrust quickly as always and squirted after a few minutes. She lay back on her back and let Robert caress her.

"Say, do you know that guy?" she asked Robert, pointing her chin at the dimwitted boy who had crouched down just two feet from them, watching them fuck and rubbing his jack cock absentmindedly. "Oh yes, that's Jacob, he lives somewhere on level 2. He's completely harmless, he doesn't hurt anyone," Robert replied. Una said after a while, "he's been rubbing his dick all day now, I wonder if he ever wants to fuck?" She had actually just spoken her thoughts aloud, but Robert took it as her desire. He called out softly, "Jacob, come here! You may fuck with Una, squirt in! Just come over here! Squirt in!"

Jacob seemed to know Robert and trust him. He crawled closer on all fours and eyed suspiciously, for the larger girls and adult women usually chased the lad away. "Squirt?" he asked in Robert's direction, "Squirt in, will I?" and Robert confirmed nodding, "yes, squirt in! Una likes it now!" Now Jacob looked questioningly at Una. "Rob squirted in, Jacob too?" Una knew she couldn't help it and nodded kindly, "Jacob too!" and held out her arms to him invitingly. He crouched between her thighs and licked his lips. He didn't lay his whole body on top of her as he inserted his cock, he propped himself up with his arms and only his abdomen touched her. He began to fuck her at a slow pace. Una felt transported to her youth, she had fucked such small smooth boy cocks then too and smiled. Jacob did his thing quite well in principle, but he didn't squirt as orgasmically as other men, instead his semen trickled in in tiny droplets with each thrust.

He fucked indefinitely, longer than half an hour, and looked at Robert with a grin. "Jacob is only allowed to squirt in mommy, not in other women on our roof. They're mean." Neither Robert nor Una responded, Jakob unaware of keeping the secret. Una finished by fucking him very quickly and violently from below. Jacob's eyes snapped open like a spooking horse as he squirted really hard during her onslaught. She pushed him back after he had cum. "Jacob, you squirted in real fine! Real fine!" Jacob rose and slowly walked away. Una now explained to Robert that she had actually meant it differently and he smiled sheepishly. "I probably should have asked there if you meant it that way," he squeezed out, but Una reassured him. "If I hadn't wanted to let him do it, I would have said something," she said lightly, "other than that, it was nice to get fucked for a really long time." Robert didn't understand the hidden implication, they chatted for another hour about this and that, then he left.

When Jacob came near again, she just gave him a handjob. She said quite nicely that she didn't want the fucking, no more squirting in. He stayed away from then on, amazingly. By now she was reading mostly three books a week, she didn't particularly care for getting fucked on the flat roof. The men saw that she was absorbed in reading on her com and didn't bother her. It was getting to be autumn, although the temperatures remained high, there was just more rain and a few storms, autumn that is.

The air traffic controllers welcomed her with big hellos and cheers as she went on duty on her birthday. She was hugged and kissed by all, by some even intimately, as she had already fucked them all. There was tea, orange juice and cake for all, her workplace was festively decorated. The air traffic controllers had chipped in and given her an electronic penis, the most expensive model. She slapped her hands together with genuine joy, it was a very nice gift.

Una had tears in her eyes, this was her family!

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