The Gang of Five

INTERVIEWER: Well, it's all set, as promised. I will replace all names with aliases, as well as all places and references to who, where, how and when. I must point out that my publisher may make cuts if you get too piggish, because we're not allowed to print everything. So, then start reporting, but from the beginning, in order and don't leave out anything important. Let's go!

PJOTR: We live in a small village a good two hours from the city. We formed a gang, we were going to call ourselves the Fire Red Four. But then little Dani, Daniel, joined us. He was Jewish, we saw that straight away. He was the only one of us who was circumcised, his foreskin didn't completely cover his glans, but he could squirt just as well as the rest of us. We all had men's cocks, thick and chunky. Only Dani's still looked like a little boy's cock in terms of shape, but it was just as big as ours.

INTERVIEWER: So, you were the gang of five, according to the protocol. Who all was there?

PJOTR: Me, Vanya, Maxim, Andrei and Dani. We mostly met at my place. There was a small footbridge over the stream, which the Germans had built during the Second World War, you climbed up the steps and were then about 2 meters above the ground. We would stand next to each other there wanking and we would all squirt into the stream.

INTERVIEWER: Instead of wank, we're going to write masturbate, okay?

PJOTR: Fine by me, you write the article. You can see right into Sascha's fish house from there. Sascha is Alexandra, my sister. She's much older than us, two years, she'll soon be 20. She wears thick glasses, has freckles on her face and a very fat body. Really fat. She's incredibly bright, she has a scholarship for university and is just waiting for a free place to study. She wants to study biology, maybe marine biology. She has no girlfriends or boyfriends and no one to fuck. She showed me how to fuck nine years ago, Uncle Vanya took her virginity and fucked her every night for two weeks, as long as his housekeeper had kicked him out. He went back to her place and fucked her in the same boring way as before, and then Sasha explained the fucking to me and then we fucked. Since then we wait until the parents are asleep, then I sneak over to her bed and then we fuck. Sascha claims it's not as great as masturbating, she's shown me that before, but you couldn't see anything then. Her hand disappeared into her fat pads and fifteen minutes later all her fat was jiggling and that was it. For a long time, I was the only one of the four of us who had already fucked, but then Dani came along and he had already fucked too.

We were skeptical at first, maybe Dani just wanted to show off. He told us that he had been allowed to sleep with his parents since he had been ill years ago. The father apparently didn't care if the boy watched when he masturbated or if she masturbated the father later. However, his father had ordered him to turn away when his mother masturbated his father and then he had to squirt into her dirty hole in disgust. Dani watched secretly anyway, the mother pushed the cock into her fuck hole herself and had to keep masturbating his cock in her hole until he finally squirted. She pulled him towards her by his ass cheeks and whispered, "cum deep inside, Dad, deep!" Dani had been watching secretly for years and it seemed very strange to him that it happened the same way every night: he masturbated and had to squirt inside, later she masturbated him and he had to squirt inside again. Then he would fall asleep quickly and she would masturbate for another hour or longer. He had never seen her masturbate before, but had felt and heard it a thousand times.

The mother was a little over 30, she was quite slim, although she had given birth to three children and only her breasts didn't please Dani because they were very small. He sometimes spied on her when she was bathing and was in love with her body. At 17, her mother, who loved money much more than God and religion, had set her up or sold her to a very rich young man. They met, he loved how great she was at giving him handjobs, but he told her point blank he had never fucked and probably never would. She had to think fast, she was still a virgin and really wanted children. So they made a pact, she would masturbate him and he would have to squirt inside in the end so that she could have children. She already had a plan, she had her father deflower her before the wedding, he was already totally demented and didn't know exactly who the girl was who was determined to be deflowered. He asked who she was and she lied, "Jenny." The old man took her virginity, fucked her and squirted happily. She let her old man fuck her every third day, sometimes he fucked her a second time, for several weeks, having forgotten the first fuck. She knew she was pregnant by her own father when she got married. She would name the child Daniela or Daniel, after her father, the father of her child. The wedding was a riot, she scratched her little finger and smeared the blood on the linen. The proud groom showed it out of the window and that was all good. She masturbated him twice on their wedding night and stuck his cock in her nasty hole both times, where she continued to masturbate him until he squirted inside. That was their love life from then on, it was pure masturbationing. After the second squirt, he went to sleep grunting, every night. Dani had of course been secretly spying on him and he wanted to fuck her at all costs. He lay all the way on the outside and his mother in the middle, on her side, with her ass towards him. He secretly folded up the covers, pushed up her nightgown so that her ass was exposed and he masturbated and squirted on her ass cheeks. She growled and mumbled sleepily, "I don't like squirting over like that, it's disgusting." He waited a bit, then masturbated again and slid his cock between her ass cheeks and squirted into the crease of her ass. She grumbled, "it's not right like that either, it's disgusting." He was desperate, how else? He waited a little, then thrust his cock deep into her fuck hole from behind, from below. She grunted pleasantly, "Now it's right, and in the end you have to squirt deep inside!" Dani fucked her like a clockwork and squirted deep into her hole. She didn't growl, she simply asked over her shoulder if he was finished. He wasn't, he had to squirt twice more, he was so used to it, five times every night, he whispered. She nodded in agreement and so he fucked her twice more, squirting to the chime of the church clock at midnight. He turned away after pulling down her nightgown and covering her up nicely. He felt the wiggle of her ass because she was now masturbating like she did every night, but he had never seen it before. He now slept in his mother's back every night, he turned away and pretended to be asleep. The father was satisfied with this and let the mother masturbate him twice and had to squirt into her horrible, disgusting hole against his will with a disgusted look on his face. Dani was amazed at how quickly she finished with Dad. He waited until his father was snoring like a bear, then he uncovered his mother, who always lay on her side and willingly stretched her ass out to him and fucked her, usually four or five times and only from behind, because that was the only way she wanted it, then he fell asleep while his mother wiggled like a pudding as she masturbated. This went on for a whole year, but his mother never spoke to him about it, it was a secret for both of them. He once asked her if it was normal to squirt five times and take longer than a minute. She didn't look at him and continued with the dishes. "Young boys often need it, some even 10 times, and if it only takes a minute, that's quite all right. Your father must have it exactly twice a night, but he's never fucked me before, so don't be surprised. I rub him inside my hole at the end to make him squirt inside. It's always really quick. You can guzzle down a glass of water in 10 seconds or drink it slowly in 10 minutes, it makes no difference."

She straightened up, opened the box door and spoke to the coffee cups. "Your little sisters are far too young to fuck," she said and the coffee cups nodded in agreement, "when they're 13 or 14, then fine by me. But tell me first, I have to be there for your first time and keep an eye on it. Lissi has already asked me how best to get you to fuck. The young things can't wait to be fucked, they told me that themselves. What a shame!" Dani hurried to say, "Lissi was already 13 and they sometimes played with ... with her private thing and he was always allowed to squirt really deep into her crack, but she never suggested real fucking. She presses my cock into her hole and rubs me, then she pushes my cock all the way in through the wide hole in her hymen and I get to squirt inside." The mother immediately ran into the nursery and came back after a while. "Thank God Lissi is still a virgin, but please be careful, your father wants to marry his daughters off as virgins. Apparently her hymen doesn't tear so easily, so you can fuck her properly for all I care, just be careful!" The mother then slammed the box door shut and the conversation was over. Dani fucked Lissi very carefully every day when she came home from school and squirted really deep once inside Lissi. He saved the juice to share it with Sascha and Mom. At night he fucked Mom, every night.

INTERVIEWER: But now back to the bridge, you were standing next to each other and squirting in the stream.

PJOTR: Yes, exactly. When Sascha wasn't with her fish, we snuck into her sanctuary and squirted into the stone tub trough. The fish were really excited and ate everything. So we stood on the bridge and squirted into the stream, grinning, because we knew it would get to the fish. Sascha had recently put on a rubber apron that she had bought for university. She only wore her underpants underneath and when she lay down with her belly on the stone trough to talk to the fish, feed them or stroke them, her underpants stuck out quite unchastely and we had to squirt again and again, it looked so hot.

Of course, I immediately tested whether Dani's lies were true, and yes, they were. I lay down behind my mother with a web of lies, my father was already fast asleep, my parents mostly fucked on Sunday mornings until midday, they sent me and Sascha out of the house. I turned my mother on her side, but she didn't seem to notice because she was absorbed in masturbating. In fact, I was able to stick my cock into her fuck hole from behind and underneath and fucked her really quickly. Thanks to Sascha, I already had a lot of practice. I squirted as the orgasm was just hitting her and pulled out quickly in her final convulsions. She hadn't noticed and paused as I did. She started masturbating again, I fucked her like before and squirted in just as she was on the home stretch and pulled it out immediately. She spread her legs and now I saw how it went and how she orgasmed, just like Sascha. She paused again and started very slowly. Now she was lying uncovered on her back and I was watching everything, it was damn exciting. I somehow managed to get in from the side and from underneath. It took me far too long. She came to the home stretch, she orgasmed and I wasn't done yet. She woke up and whispered indignantly what I was doing, but it was just a rhetorical question. I paused for a moment, startled, but she hissed, "hurry up, finish!" I hesitated a little, she hissed very quietly that I should finally get on with fucking her! I fucked her incredibly fast, squirted and had to catch my breath. She whispered impatiently, "Are you finished yet?" I whispered that I usually need it again, she whispered smiling, "Sasha has trained you well!" I was kind of offended, but I had to keep fucking and cuming. I was kind of offended, but I had to keep fucking and cumming. "Be very quiet," she whispered, "you can keep fucking and cumming because of me. But only as an exception!" She made herself very soft and guided my cock with her hand. I fucked quickly, but she slowed me down. "Take your time, let's both enjoy it!" I went very slowly, for what seemed like an eternity, but at some point it drove me on and I jerked off. "Now I'm done," I whispered. She took my face in her hands and whispered that I wasn't allowed to do that, that it was incest. Of course I had heard about it and nodded sadly, "I'm not doing it anymore." After a while she smiled encouragingly and began to masturbate very quickly and later I did too. She finished much quicker than I did and took my cock in her hand, she did a great job and made me cum in her mouth after some quick tongue play. She kept going, she whispered, because she needed it very badly again, but I should go to my room, my father shouldn't catch me here.

That's the current state of things. I sneak into bed with her a few times a week when she's still masturbating, I just fuck her secretly like at the beginning. But now she always notices that I'm there after the orgasm, she lets me fuck her on my knees a few times and waits to masturbate until I go back to bed. The father doesn't know anything and only Sascha sometimes asks where I've been, she'd wanted to fuck.

INTERVIEWER: But the first victim of the gang of five was Sascha, that's how the protocol begins.

PJOTR: Yes, that's how the judge sees it. I think it was Vanya who suggested fucking Sasha at the fishes. I was against it at first because the fish were a private sanctuary for Sascha. But they overruled me. So we went to Sascha and the fish. We feigned interest and asked her if the fish fucked just like us humans. She looked at us through thick glasses and asked if we weren't paying attention at school. We shouted out in one voice: "School, baaaah!" She shook her head at so much stupidity and explained that fish didn't actually fuck, they squirted and sprayed semen over the eggs lying in the sand. Vanya, who was standing behind her, fiddled with her ass. She asked and he replied cheekily that he just wanted to spray his semen over her eggs. What none of us expected was that Sascha took off her underpants without saying a word and lay down with her stomach on the stone trough and stuck out her fat ass. "Well, spray then!" she said boldly, because she didn't think he dared to do it in front of his friends. But he did. He spread her labia with his fingers until the light pink flesh was visible. Then he thrust his chunky cock into her fuck hole and fucked away quickly, and I think it was his maiden ride. He squirted very quickly and Andrej was already ready behind him. Sascha noticed the change of rider, of course, but she grinned good‐naturedly and let Andrej fuck her until he squirted. Maxim was the most awkward of us, he, like the others, had never fucked before and spread her labia wide apart to get a good look at the pink hole he was going to stick his cock in. He carefully inserted it and pushed it in deep. He immediately squirted without fucking. He meekly pulled his cock out and ran away, not wanting to listen to the mockery. Dani fucked quickly and for a long time, whispering in Sascha's ear that he was about to squirt. Sascha nodded silently and Dani squirted all over her. He pulled his handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and carefully cleaned his childish‐looking cock. I didn't feel like fucking at the moment and my friends dispersed. I was left alone with Sascha. "So this is your gang of five," she noted, "it's the first time I've ever been fucked by more than one."

She interrogated me again about where I'd been at night and I caved in, probably because I hadn't taken part in the group fucking. I told her everything from the beginning, every detail. She asked three times if Mom always ended up giving me a hand job and a mouth job? I nodded, she did, but I hadn't realized it right away. I had to promise Sascha that no matter how late I would slip under the covers with her and tell her everything scalding hot. When I couldn't fuck anymore, I told her while Sascha masturbated. She turned on the little light and spread her legs wide, because she found masturbating even hotter when I was watching her. I had to divide my juice better, I skipped the squirting from the bridge and divided my juice between mother and Sascha. The gang of five came to Sascha's fish house every day and she had all four of them fuck her with the greatest pleasure. If anyone wanted to fuck a second time, go ahead!

INTERVIEWER: The other three are barely mentioned in the court record. What were their experiences like?

PJOTR: Wanja's father took her mother into a rehab clinic and filed for divorce. Although he was well into his 50s, he married a young divorced woman in her mid‐30s who had a great daughter at 17 or 18. Both were very quiet types, Wanja was keen to fuck the little girl, at the latest when he found out while spying that she had been fucking her father since she was 12 and that was the reason for the divorce. Wanja could hear exactly when his father had finished fucking and was snoring now. The little girl slept with her mother in the large marital bed and was of course also present during the fucking. Wanja crept into his parents' bedroom, it was pitch dark. He carefully lay down and secretly slipped under the covers. He pressed himself against the body and stroked the ass, it was a small girl's ass, but both had a similar figure, similar asses. He checked again with his hand that the crease of the ass led directly into the holy of holies. The body and the ass cheeks began to tremble violently as he explored, he slowly but firmly thrust into the holy of holies and it was pretty tight! The trembling became stronger as he really started to fuck. The whole time he had Sasha's pink, exciting hole in front of him, the first one he had ever seen in detail and the first one he had ever fucked properly. He had a pretty thick, chunky piece and he would have loved to fuck the quivering thing for much longer, but he had to cum. Energetic fingers yanked his cock out and he squirted the rest between her ass cheeks. Quiet as a cat, he slipped away. He was almost certain that he had fucked the daughter. He came again the next night, but the girl was no longer trembling. He was amazed when a hand crawled up between the ass cheeks, inserted his cock very purposefully into the holy of holies and prompted his ass cheek with a few light pats. The pussy hole wasn't as tight as yesterday, and it was only trembling because this girl was masturbating while being fucked. He couldn't see anything in the pitch dark, of course, but he guessed it was the stepmother. He left his cock in her hole after he'd cum, because she wasn't finished and he'd never seen a girl masturbate before. Her orgasm was so strong that she squeezed his cock out. He stroked her ass cheek goodbye and slipped out silently. He fucked a different girl every night and once, when he was alone in the kitchen with his stepmother, he summoned up all his courage. She smiled kindly and sat down with him, answering everything honestly and straightforwardly. His father took turns fucking the mother and daughter every night, and he wasn't a very good fucker, but he was a great good husband. The one girl he fucked stayed in the middle. And now, thank God, Wanja came every night to fuck the other one. She always masturbated while fucking, the daughter only did it secretly when she could lock herself in the room. She had never seen it either, but she definitely knew that the daughter also masturbated every day and usually at night too. She promised to show him how she masturbates one day. It was enough for Wanja to fuck and cum just once that night, because he was infatuated with fucking Sasha.

It didn't work out so well for Maxim. He sneaked over to his mother's late at night, her lover was fast asleep and she was lying naked on the bed, dozing, her fingers resting on her clitoris. He touched her clit with his finger, she flinched and asked angrily what he actually wanted. They both whispered softly so as not to wake the young lover. He stammered, "I just want to..." "Play with my clit?" She was displeased. "I wanted to fuck you," he whispered softly. "The sun must have burned your brain," she said angrily. "Which mother lets her son fuck her?" He named them all, "some of the other four of the gang of five have been fucking their Mom for a long time, I'm the only one who..." She interrupted him. "They're just saying that!" but he shook his head firmly. "We're not allowed to lie in the gang!" She became a little thoughtful now.

"Maybe they just do it to your friends by hand, I could believe that, I know some of them do." He pushed his hard‐on forward, right into her trimmed pubic hair. She sighed pathetically, "all right, I'll rub you with my hand, you piglet!" He wasn't thrilled, of course, and said the real fucking, that's what he actually had meant. She pointed to her lover with her chin. Max looked, he was younger than him, maybe 14 or 15, with a stiff little boy's cock. She said, "my hole is insanely tight, that's why I only fuck with little boy's cocks." She took his much bigger cock in her hand. "I could fuck monsters like that before you were born, but not after you were born, my pussy shrunk and got really tight." She pointed to the boy's cock. "He's not 14 yet, but look at his cock, it's not quite hard now, but almost. Watch, see! Look! He is a bit squirting, see? The young boys squirt a dozen times at night, when sleeping. And his cockm is just about going in, but in a few weeks I'll have to find another one with a smaller cock." He mumbled that he was sorry about that, about the shrinking.

He bent over and parted her labia. The hole was really, really tiny. He felt her clit. "But you can still masturbate?" She smiled, a little more conciliatory now. "When he's asleep, I always masturbate, it doesn't make any noise." They both smiled at each other. "Mom, I still want to try it, very carefully, I don't want to hurt you!" She shook her head. "It will hurt me a lot and maybe tear my pussy."

Max knelt in front of her and put her legs on his shoulders. "I'll penetrate very gently, I promise!" She closed her eyes. "Please don't, it's going to hurt me!" He nodded and kissed her mouth, his cock slid forward, finding the hole immediately. He penetrated very gently, it wasn't that tight. She smiled and smiled, he gently pushed deeper and deeper. She smiled even wider, he made just one tiny fucking movement and had to squirt instantly. She laughed softly. "You're in the wrong hole, you Christopher Columbus!" He looked down, sure enough! "Sorry!" he squeezed out. "Columbus got lost too, he actually wanted to go to India."

She smiled and played with his cock, which was still hard, pulling the foreskin playfully over the glans. "Like your father, really big!" He saw that her pussy was really wet. "Mom, are you that horny?" he asked. She nodded. "I need to masturbate right now, I need an orgasm!" He stroked her hip, her ass cheek. "Please let me try again, I'll take really good care." It took a while, then she nodded and put her legs on his shoulders. She kept her eyes closed, he looked down and parted her labia with his fingers. He pushed his glans between his fingers forward, gently but forcefully. It was really goddamn tight there, goddamnit! He paused and felt her tense loosening and her pussy adjust to his size. She let the air out sharply. "He's almost all the way in already," she whispered in amazement.

"Yes," he whispered happily, "he's going in!" Slowly he pushed in, deep, until his whole cock was in her hole. She relaxed, she clung to him, very close, very tight. He began to fuck her, gently and powerfully, and felt her arousal rise with every thrust. She gasped and panted and her orgasm erupted with a stifled, silent scream. He continued to fuck until her heartbeat calmed down again and then he squirted inside. She put her legs down and pointed her finger at her clit. "Look at how pointed and red it's become! I haven't been fucked to orgasm this beautifully in 18 years, since Daddy ..." she broke off. They were silent for a while.

His cock was still quite hard and she played with it. "You have to cum again, don't you?" "Yes, I have to squirt twice more, then he'll go limp," he said. He said he always squirted 5 times a night. She nodded, she was still completely gripped. She had fucked a monster again after so many years! They fucked again after a while, he was very careful and she orgasmed again. He was happy and told her so. They fucked again very, very carefully, but she didn't have an orgasm because he was already pretty tired. She left her legs on his shoulders and masturbated. He saw her masturbate for the first time. It went quite quickly, she was still very hot from fucking. He let her slide down slowly. "Do you masturbate a lot?" he asked curiously and she thought about it with a smile. "Usually 7 to 8 times a day, I've never had an orgasm with the little boys' cocks, I always wait until he falls asleep." Max stayed for another half an hour, she masturbated once more and he went to his room.

The next day, the young lover was gone.

And Andrej? Well, his father hadn't fucked his mother for a long time, he was exhausted from working and despised her because she didn't take one lover but had a new one every day. In the late afternoon she shooed everyone away, for dinner she played intact family. Andrej waited until his father was asleep and then crept up to her room. She held a small mirror and a small pair of scissors in her hands and trimmed her pubic hair. She was neither surprised nor disturbed. He waited patiently until she put the utensils aside. Of course, she had been watching his swollen prick the whole time and now asked him whether she should do it to him by hand or mouth, or whether he preferred to fuck properly? She expressed her doubts as to whether he could do it yet? He was completely perplexed and nodded. "So fuck, really fuck?" she asked redundantly, spreading her legs out to the side so that he could kneel between her knees. "But why am I asking such a stupid question, you're just at the age where boys want to fuck like crazy! Come on then!" She remained sitting half upright in the cushions and let herself be fucked without any fuss. After cumming, she put his face on her chest. "I'll explain to you exactly what's important and what's not," she said and smiled, then gave him a good crash course in fucking. He had only ever fucked Sascha before, at his own discretion and without lessons. The father was asleep on the couch in the living room and she asked Andrej if he had ever seen a girl masturbate? He shook his head no, never! "So come on, you can watch me!" she said and began to masturbate. It was really very exciting and his cock really swelled up, which she noticed with a smile. When she was on the home stretch, she gasped, "Now!" Andrej immediately started fucking like a clockwork, he cummed the moment she orgasmed, it was her orgasm that triggered the squirting. He kept fucking until his cock went limp. She said that he seemed to have gotten the message. He lay with his head between her breasts and she asked him about sex for the first time. Later they fucked again and he waited to squirt until she had finished masturbating and only then did he squirt. He went back to his room so that his father wouldn't notice. He was allowed to come every night, but he knew that he was just another lover for her.

INTERVIEWER: Okay. Tell me what happened with Sascha, how did the father come into play?

PJOTR: Sascha was the big hit for us for over six months. As you could only see directly into the fish house from the bridge, she usually took all her clothes off and just put on the rubber apron. We fucked her all afternoon, she got into the stone trough in between and washed her pussy. The fish ate our semen with enthusiasm, she said. She only let us fuck her from behind, her upper body on the stone trough. Once she discovered how the fish nibbled on her nipples and she thought that was cool. Sascha has pretty big breasts, she dipped them into the fish food, plunged them completely into the water and the fish nibbled enthusiastically. She laughed lustily because it was sexually arousing. Usually two of us stood to her left and right and pulled her big ass cheeks apart with both hands. So you could see her pink flesh, the big swollen clitoris and the deep hole very well and also her fingertips when she masturbated. Dani spread her labia wide with his fingers, pulled his boy‐shaped cock all the way out and squirted directly into her hole from the outside. He squirted jet after jet from a short distance directly into her hole, which was still open from fucking, directly under her masturbating finger, which flung the finger‐long, stiff clitoris back and forth! It looked insanely hot.

None of us had noticed that our father had become unemployed. He suddenly stood under the doorway of the fish house. He laughed boomingly. "So, there you all are!" Wanja meekly pulled out his cock and there we were, five naked boys and Sascha. We could smell his flag from afar. He walked straight up to Sascha and grabbed her naked hips. "I really thought you were still a virgin because you didn't seem to have any girlfriends or boyfriends. But I see you have a lot of friends and you let them fuck you! Even Pyotr is there, I would never have thought that!" I started to explain to him that I had never fucked Sascha in the fish house in front of my friends, but he didn't listen.

He grabbed Sascha very tightly, very tightly. "I like to fuck you too, I've always wanted to! What do you mean?" Poor Sascha stuttered. "But ... you're my dad! And Uncle Wanja, your brother, ..." "Well, what has he done again?" he asked and dropped his pants. He definitely had the biggest cock of all of us, damn it! Sasha stared at his truncheon and stuttered, "Uncle Wanja did it, he fucked me years ago, many years ago..." her voice trailed off. "He fucked you, the guy," he said with an unsteady tongue, "so he took your virginity?" Sasha nodded unhappily. "Did he rape you?" he asked harshly, but she fought him off. "No, not that! He first taught me how to kiss with the tongue and then kissed me for so long and made me so hot that I wanted to fuck, right away!" Sascha looked sadly at the floor. "Today I know how mean he was. But back then, when I was a good 12, I took my panties off in a flash, I opened my legs as wide as I could and even stuffed his cock into my pussy myself." The father looked at her disapprovingly. "I even had to help him take my virginity by hand because he never got a real hard‐on! I always had to masturbate in front of him to get him a little hard. He always squirted right away, he did it for months until Mom got suspicious and kicked him out."

The father swayed his head back and forth. "What a bastard! He could have said something, then I would have fucked you much sooner!" He lifted Sasha onto the edge of the stone trough and spread her legs wide apart. "Oh, this splendor! This beautiful piece! And what a beautifully trained clitoris you have! Do you work out a lot? Since when?" Sascha turned a deep red. "Since before kindergarten, Dad, and every night since then. But Pyotr never noticed!" She looked straight at him. "Do you really have to fuck me, Dad, what does Mom say?" He shrugged his shoulders, gripped his stick with his hand and shoved it deep into Sasha's fuck hole. All 5 of us stood there with our mouths open, Sascha had never fucked on the worktop before, he fucked her for a really long time and she almost slipped into the water when she had her first orgasm. He just kept fucking her and she was now masturbating. He squirted when she had her second orgasm. She was so lost in arousal that she continued to masturbate after he had already pulled his cock out. She finished quickly and stood in the stone trough to wash out his semen. He looked at me insistently. "You'll have to fuck her like that when you grow up, Pyotr!" he slurred and zipped up his pants, then left. Dani asked or stated, "Your father?" I remained silent and Sascha growled angrily, "he noticed me for the first time in 20 years, the pig!"

INTERVIEWER: Ah, I see. That's how you got off the rails?

PJOTR: nodded. He came almost every afternoon to fuck Sascha's brains out. The gang of five didn't fuck Sascha that often anymore, we heard my father whining that there was no money to buy booze. I stole booze from the stores, the other four helped me out of friendship. We stole money from the till when we could and cheekily bought booze with the other shopkeeper's money. We didn't have to steal as often, but bought the booze from the competition. We could play the innocent angels, we paid for the booze in cash. Dad spent whole afternoons in the fish house, he fucked Sascha's brains out and his good boys brought him endless booze.

Sascha now always masturbated from orgasm to orgasm when her father fucked her, she had never done that with any of us. Max, Wanja, Andrej and I had longer cocks than Dani, we stuck our cocks in the water and let the fish nibble, they obviously knew that the nutritious semen splashed into the water from there. The fish had a real scramble to get their share of the tasty white worms. They greedily licked our cocks clean.

Someone came up with the idea of getting money from the lonely petrol stations. There were 67 petrol stations within cycling distance, a good 20 were quite remote. We watched from a safe hiding place, put our capmasks over our heads and entered the petrol station. No girl refused when we took a wad of bills, we never took everything. Andrej had a very real‐looking toy gun in his waistband, that worked.

At the second gas station, Vanya pulled down the frightened girl's jeans and panties and fucked her from behind. She held up her hands and nodded when Wanja asked if she would rather be fucked or get a bullet in the head? She nodded, pale as wax, "I'd rather be fucked, sir," she stammered, "I'd rather fuck, I'd love to!" After Wanja, Max was allowed, and the girl stammered if she could put her hands down. I said if she would put her hands on the counter where I could see them. She leaned on her hands and stuck her little ass out the back. I didn't think she looked very sexy, but Dani growled, "Hole is hole!" before fucking the girl. I sent Max to the door, but not a single vehicle drove past on the country road. After Andrej, I fucked her last, she had already had an orgasm with Dani and Andrej and now I could feel her trembling as she came to orgasm. I found it very erotic and sexy, Wanja had photographed and filmed her fucking with the others. She had rested her forehead on her arms, she was exhausted and completely finished.

We cycled off separately and met up at Andrej's place. We shared the spoils, but put most of it aside for Dad's booze. We watched Wanja's videos, giggling. Andrej's mother had brought her lover to the door and came in naked in a completely transparent nothing. Our jaws dropped, because she looks damn good, and I knew for a fact that the others were thinking the same thing I was. She could see what video we were watching and asked if we didn't want something real to fuck, but Andrej, the spoilsport, rudely complimented his horny mother out. "My Mom," he said, completely unnecessarily, and we weren't even supposed to think about it!

INTERVIEWER: So you robbed all the petrol stations?

PJOTR: No, we just took a little money and left most of it behind, we didn't want to put the girls through any misery. We usually had enough time to fuck the girl all five of us, because no one wanted a bullet in the head. Within a year we had fucked all the girls thoroughly and laughed our heads off, because only then did the police start looking for the five men. They were armed to the teeth, tree‐length Negroes or dwarf Corsicans, they sped away with screeching tires in a silver, red, black or damaged BMW with lots of dents. It was always a BMW, which at least was very helpful. The girls were tied up, beaten up, drunk on cheap booze and only very rarely raped by the drunken Italians. It was hilarious! We gave up the petrol stations.

My father had a few connections in our humble underworld. Dani, who conscientiously continued to fuck Sascha during my father's breaks, listened to him on the phone. This gave us valuable tips on which villas were unoccupied and where it might be worth breaking into. The gang of five got on their bikes — we only talked about our BMWs with a grin — we pocketed our capmasks and had Dad give us the appropriate tools, he was also able to give us good tips on how to break in most quietly and always be prepared for someone to be there. How right he was! We always met residents, always! Couples, maids or men who could be the girls' fathers or grandfathers.

INTERVIEWER: So these were the break‐ins as recorded in the protocol.

PJOTR: I was surprised in court that so few burglaries and robberies were reported, but we never hurt anyone either. We broke in quietly like mice and checked first to see if anyone was there. There was always someone there, the tips from the underworld were all worthless, to put it bluntly. First we tied up the husband or lover, then one of us started to fuck the wife, daughter or servant in front of the gagged person. None of the girls or ladies wanted a bullet in the head, they all agreed to be fucked. They told their gagged husbands that they only did it under duress. But that was almost never true, they let themselves be fucked greedily and lustfully and begged, "Again!" The others were looking for money and jewelry, again we didn't take everything. We comfortably fucked the girl or the woman one after the other. Unfortunately, some of the wives were well over 50, but we gritted our teeth, because who didn't want to join in the fucking? Wanja filmed everything with his cell phone and many women got really frivolous and kinky when they knew they were being filmed.

Andrej, who knew a lot about computers, said that we shouldn't take laptops or cell phones with us, they were the easiest to track down. Andrej always had a dozen USB sticks with him and searched through all the laptops and computers. Sometimes he found bank or account details that were easy to sell. If he found spicy photos or videos that weren't from the internet, he copied them. When we'd all had enough fucking, we left quietly. We dismantled the cell phones and distributed the parts so that it took people quite a long time to call the police, but by then we were already at Andrej's place.

The bedroom was the only room where we all had space. We didn't open the loot until the next day, as Andrej's mother wasn't allowed to know about it. Andrej hissed at her to put some clothes on, she was a decent woman and not a hooker! She put on the transparent nothing and didn't give a damn that the other 4 of us were gazing at her jewels millimeter by millimeter. Andrej showed us the captured photos and videos and his mother laughed screeching where we depraved criminals only smirked. It took a while for Andrej's mother to unwrap our cocks and give us handjob after handjob. Andrej was simply overruled when she took the cocks in her mouth and made us cum inside. Andrej had to grudgingly accept that his mother simply ate and fucked one or the other. In the second month all 4 of us fucked the good woman one after the other, she was never exhausted or lazy. Andrej didn't want to fuck her in front of us, but he filmed everything and did a pretty good job. We each got our copy, because the nights could get very long.

INTERVIEWER: And how did the murder or manslaughter without intent come about?

PJOTR: Pyotr took a deep breath. The father got a surefire tip. A detached house, the owner had gone away for the weekend, the safe was full to the brim, without a combination lock and could be opened with one or two blows of a hammer. He wanted to do this big fish himself. I realized that he had worked up quite a bit of courage‐booze and said we wouldn't let him go alone. He finally agreed. We rode our bikes and explored the situation. Everything looked fine, the houses were dark, the street lighting was poor, as it was in all our towns. We looked for the right places to keep a lookout. Dad broke into the house, quietly as he had taught us.

10 minutes passed, we heard the brief crash of the hammer on the safe. 15 minutes. The father staggered out of the house, the bloody hammer in one hand, a bundle of papers in the other. Wanja and I were with him immediately. "No money, not a single rouble, not a single dollar! Just worthless paper!" He flung the papers into the air. Wanja caught it and tried to decipher it. I asked father why the hammer was bloody. He looked at the hammer uncomprehendingly. "He suddenly stood in the doorway, a muzzle‐loading rifle from the Tsarist era in his hand. It just clicked and I hit him over the head! Self–defense!" Stunned, I picked him up on the crossbar and raced home with him. My brothers in arms came one after the other. Wanja, who had memorized what Andrej had taught us, called the ambulance with a suppressed number, anonymously. Someone was seriously injured at the address. He hung up very quickly. Andrei shook his head. "If they're on their toes, they'll investigate you, Vanyushka!"

We were struck down, the man had died on the way to hospital. He was a well‐liked notary and the chief of police vowed to catch the cowardly murderer before lunch. Dad got drunk in the morning, we boys fucked Sasha all afternoon and met at Andrej's in the evening and fucked his mother until after midnight. Every day. We fucked like rabbits, with fear breathing down our necks. Ten days went by and we fucked poor Sasha and Andrei's mother to pieces every day. Then the police showed up at Wanja's house. None of us had asked him to keep quiet, we were the gang of five and we stuck together. Dad was taken away, then the rest of us and finally Sascha too.

INTERVIEWER: Maybe we'll talk about the court, the trial. You all got off lightly, didn't you?

PJOTR: You can see it that way or not. We were all sworn in, and the public prosecutor, who wanted to see us hang just like the incompetent police commissioner, as he said in the TV interview, the public prosecutor ruined his own trial by pointing out that we had a duty to tell the truth, by the gallows. When everyone knows that Mother Russia only hangs American spies! People are strangled, stabbed, poisoned or shot. But the gallows! The two of them reminded everyone of Waldorf and Statler!

INTERVIEWER: Oh, they're gangsters too, aren't they....?

PJOTR: No, they're the main characters on Sesame Street. Right? So, it was an own goal to interrogate the gang of five and Sascha in front of the assembled town! We didn't lie, each of us gave a truthful account of how we fucked our mothers one by one. The audience hung on our every word, hooting, hollering and whinnying as we tricked our mothers to fuck. Our Moms were turning red one by one, but as the audience cheered and whooped because we weren't lying or fibbing under a duty to tell the truth, people threw their caps in the air, because name one family in town that wasn't committing the same crimes in secret. The mothers felt the tailwind and beamed. The grumpy judge banged his little hammer until silence fell. He dryly asked the prosecution what this had to do with the actual crime and they whimpered that they wanted to expose the true character of the gang of five. The judge was furious and took a stomach pill. "Next," he ordered.

I knew the moment Sascha took the stand that the prosecution had lost. I had advised Sascha to wear her aggressive Revolution blouse without a bra. She could hardly contain her huge breasts, it's not for nothing that the revolutionary blouse is named after the bare‐breasted Marianne of the French Revolution from painter Eugène Delacroix. The audience threw flowers at her and shrieked with delight when one or two breasts resisted. The old judge cleaned his glasses for the third time, he couldn't take his eyes off them. Sasha was unique and eloquent. She recounted Uncle Wanja's seduction, including his ever‐so‐soft cock. The audience went wild with joy. She talked about how she and I had fucked night after night since then, how she had secretly masturbated every night since kindergarten and dreamed of her prince. It was dead quiet in the room, only the childless judge coughed. He couldn't do anything with it, but the prosecutor continued to drill into Sasha's guts, or rather her pussy.

Did he get the upper hand? No!

Whimsically, Sascha told him that she couldn't find a boyfriend and was so happy that the five boys made an effort for her, how childish squirting developed into childish fucking and how she stretched her flower out to all fours, the fifth, her brother, didn't want to fuck his sister in front of his friends and only did it at home, at night, secretly. She told in detail how her father, who had become unemployed, had caught them all fucking and was finally able to fuck her properly. She had secretly watched her parents fucking and wanted nothing more than to be fucked by him. Now it happened, he fucked her to orgasm like a real man, day after day! She couldn't say much more, the gang of five fucked her to madness with sheer fear. The audience, who had been silently hanging on her lips, burst into thunderous applause! Vivat Alexandra! Vivat Sascha! The judge was really angry. He asked the prosecutor to the judge's table and berated him for what he had actually achieved, nothing!

The public prosecutor looked at his note. Four merchants had been summoned, the gang of five had admitted to stealing from them, the keyword being booze. The merchants objected vehemently. The five young men had presented their IDs and paid for the booze in cash. They were good customers, they paid in cash, they never wrote anything down. The public prosecutor made a long face. The judge became impatient.

The public prosecutor had the 20 girls from the petrol stations come in, he was sure he would now bring the gang of five to the gallows. The girls looked bored and flirted with the criminals, the gang of five. Called individually, they denied everything. They had been attacked or raped by Negroes, corsairs and Italians. None of them loved the stingy, corrupt gas station tenants, none of them blabbed that they had enjoyed the robbery and gleefully begrudged the tenants the hole in the till. The judge asked them individually if they recognized the criminals. "For God's sake, no, your honor! They're just kids!" The judge let them go, slammed the file cover shut and ordered the public prosecutor into the judge's chambers. 30 minute break. The five mothers were surrounded by mothers from the audience, their shoulders were patted and they were told how their sons had managed to trick all of them into secretly fucking them. The bell rang.

Now my father took the stand. He didn't reveal who he had gotten the information from, Gangster's honor. The prosecutor went on nervously and fearfully, the judge had put the prosecutor's head on the Executioners block. In private, of course. The father described the break‐in, the boys had only been on the lookout, he had opened the safe and found only worthless papers. No gold, no money, no jewels! Suddenly the old man in the nightgown had been standing behind him, had put on a gun and it just clicked. He was scared out of his wits that if he fired the gun, he would be dead. He couldn't see that the gun was a museum piece. He hit the old man in panic, but he didn't want to kill him! He ran out and the boys took him home. When he heard on the radio that the old man had died, he hadn't been able to sleep for 14 days until he was arrested. He followed the words of the defense lawyer to the letter, he made sure he didn't talk himself into shit. The judge let the experts and forensic scientists have their say and ended the hearing. The verdict would be announced here in exactly 14 days, the father had to remain in custody, the gang of five had been released on their word of honor. Sascha gave another television interview, on the condition that she was shown with her name, address and telephone number superimposed and, secondly, that the cameraman showed as much breast and bottom as did not have to be censored.

We boys from the gang of five knew that we could easily serve 20 years in the gulag. We were scared shitless and started fucking Sascha in the morning, all five of us, because like the others, I had my pants full. We laid Sascha on her back on the stone slab and fucked her like her father. She had her hands free, she stretched her thick little legs up in the air and masturbated her clitoris sore. Since Andrej had expressed that she might be locked up too, she masturbated day and night, who knows if she could even masturbate in prison?

The boys went to Andrej's in the late afternoon, the mother had to kick her lover out and the 5 of them fucked her tirelessly until late at night. She had never been fucked so many times in a row, but even Andrej was scared. He fucked her like never before, she was completely exhausted at night and went to piss with O‐legs.

Uncle Wanja, the weak loins uncle, slept with Mom to support her in her difficult hours. In the morning, at breakfast, she would slap him wildly, almost beating him. For three hours she had to rub his cock and spoil it in her mouth until he was half stiff and could fuck and squirt for a few minutes. She had paid close attention at the trial, forcing little girls to masturbate, deflowering them with her own fingers and fucking them loin‐weak for months on end, you can do that, you mouth‐breather, you horse deceiver! She insulted him every day and didn't give a damn that the children were sitting next to her. Whenever her father was out of town or in prison, he came over in the evening and forced his cock on her. Many years ago he might have fucked her well, but now we kids heard she didn't want it anymore.

INTERVIEWER: So that must have been a time of fear and uncertainty. But then came the day the verdict was announced.

PJOTR: Yes, exactly. Sascha put on one of her daring revolution blouses again, this time the completely see‐through one and of course without a bra. The old judge winked as if he was short‐sighted and made her stand and sit in the witness box. The cameras clicked, the filteams scurried, because Sascha was well aware that this was her chance to show her breasts. I'm immune by now, but the audience was looking at her breasts, spellbound like the Jewish people at the Promised Land or Novak Djokovic at the Grand Slam.

The judge had the gang of five stand up, we stood there in our confirmation suits, our hair slicked back, the gulag before our eyes. The judge read out his verdict, he and the assessors put on their Punch and Judy hats. Fucking the mothers was in line with local custom, so they were acquitted. The judge looked all around the audience, "80 years ago, in my youth, it was of course very different. Middle‐class families like mine had a wet nurse to suckle the babies or a nanny. They took care of our cocks, made us squirt happily and when we became boys, we learned to fuck from them. None of us ever thought about fucking our own mother. Times have changed fundamentally. So acquittal, what do you think, Miss Sascha?" Sascha gave a British‐style curtsy that made her breasts plop out of the frame. She straightened her blouse with a triumphant smile and said, "Yes, Your Honor, acquittal!"

INTERVIEWER: did anyone find out why Sasha was on the stand?

PJOTR: I don't know. The judge continued reading. The fucking of the gang of five with Sascha in the fish house was a private matter, no one was underage, there is no crime, he said, looking reproachfully at the contrite prosecution. "I don't know why this had to be dragged out here, Mr. Prosecutor, so acquittal again, isn't that right, Miss Sascha?" Sascha did her impossible curtsy again, and I already knew her well enough to realize why she was stuffing her breasts back into her blouse so clumsily and awkwardly. "Quite undoubtedly an acquittal, Your Honor!" The old judge grinned cheekily; he had finally gotten a long, informative look at Sasha's breasts.

The judge continued. As far as the alleged thefts in the stores and the robberies at the 16 petrol stations alleged by the public prosecutor's office, the unproven rapes and the unlawful removal of money are concerned, that is acquittal, acquittal, acquittal in 16 cases! Neither the store owners have confirmed the accusation of the public prosecutor nor have the 20 girls at the petrol stations recognized or accused even one of the so‐called gang of five. So acquittal in all 16 cases, isn't that right, Miss Sascha? She was beaming and happy to show off her carefully rehearsed curtsy, first carefully stowing one breast and letting the other be seen for a long time, only then stowing the second. "Excuse me, Your Honor, but the blouse has obviously shrunk in the wash. As for the acquittals, I can only say, thank you, Your Honor, that's genuine justice!"

The judge nodded gratefully, as if he depended on Sascha's approval. He turned the page. "Now, Miss Sascha, to you and your Father. You were both of legal age, so no crime, although the court has a slight doubt about his paternity, but that is a private matter too. But as far as the ominous Uncle Wanja is concerned, I am bringing charges against him for defilement of a 12‐year‐old minor! He's already in custody, the trial is tomorrow at 10 a.m. on the dot, and I'm calling you, Miss Sasha and your mother as witnesses. What is your comment, Miss Sascha?" With the punctuality of a Swiss watch, Sascha made her terrible curtsey and stuffed her breasts into her combat blouse faster than before. "Your Honor, my father was the first real man to fuck me properly. I didn't realize at the time that we were of age. But thanks for the acquittals! I don't like to talk about Uncle Wanja unless Your Honor orders it." She waited a moment and continued, "Of course I will appear tomorrow like my mother!"

The judge cleared his throat. "The main defendant and the five young men may rise!" The father and the five of us stood up, heavy as lead. Now the gulag came crashing down on us. Like the two assessors, the judge covered his head with his carnival cap. "We have deliberated at length and have come to the conclusion that it is not a case of premeditated murder, murder or aggravated manslaughter, but second‐degree manslaughter resulting from a sudden affect, in this case an unfortunate event. The expert witnesses confirmed that the immediate threat was a very old and unloaded weapon, which the defendant could not have known. This is how this short‐circuit action came about. We have dropped the burglary and the theft of securities worth millions. We therefore sentence you to 4 years and 7 months imprisonment. And now to our young men. You were neither present nor involved in the manslaughter," here I breathed a sigh of relief, "but you were a lookout for a crime, and we deliberated at length as to whether this should be regarded as complicity. As the three of us were unable to come to a unanimous decision, I sentence all five of you to three months' house arrest and two hours' social work a day at the municipal gardening office. Pruning trees, raking up leaves, you know." I couldn't believe our luck! No gulag! House arrest, pah! The judge looked at Sascha. She was prompted and dutifully curtsied, but this time she held her breasts with both hands so that they didn't pop out, but the breasts in her hands looked so frivolous and obscene that the audience applauded spontaneously. "Your honor, my father is not a murderer, no, never! Without knowing the legal intricacies, I suppose second‐degree manslaughter is less bad." The judge nodded in agreement. "So I assume that the four years are justified. And your leniency with my five boys is much, much better than the gulag."

The judge nodded. "Yes, I've certainly thought about that. I can't put these greenhorn fellows in prison, they'll be rounded up and sent to war in the Ukraine. — What!?" The associate judge had kicked him in the shin and muttered, "You can't call it a war!" The judge immediately recognized his slip and ordered the court scribe. "Strike out war, delete or erase if necessary. I meant to say that they are being sent on the special military adventure, not war of course, there is no war! Military adventure, special adventure!" He stared angrily at his scribe. "Don't take notes, I'm making a private, personal footnote now, mind you!" He looked directly at his audience.

"When Mr. Putin was made president 20 years ago, I was genuinely horrified at first. I've never hidden the fact that I don't think much of the secret service. The guys who listen and peep at keyholes, who violate postal secrecy and open letters or tap phones, yikes! Who look under girls' skirts and stick their sweaty fingers under their skirts and into their panties or stick something else wet into the panties of innocent girls, double yikes! But then I heard him say that he wanted to lead our Russia back to its true greatness, to the greatness of the Tsarist era, and that warmed my patriotic heart and brought tears to my eyes, because I had to think of my dear parents, who were still attached to the Tsar and couldn't really do anything with the new‐fangled Communism. My heart was filled with a tender, cautious love for President Vladimir Vladimirovich, and I didn't care whether he put his fingers in the girls' panties or anything else, as everyone knows. He does it for the greatness of the empire, even if we no longer say tsarist empire today. So what do you say, Miss Sasha?"

Sasha stroked her breasts with a frivolous, obscene hand gesture, causing the audience to hold its breath. "Your Honor, if President Putin wanted to reach under my skirt and put his fingers in my panties, please! I would, of course, immediately ask him to put something better in my panties, without question!"

INTERVIEWER: What do you think of the judge's footnote?"

PJOTR: My God, I don't know. What is the Tsarist empire? — Never mind. We hugged each other in relief and trotted home. I pulled my Mom into her bedroom, I immediately had to fuck someone for relief, and how badly! Now it was known in court, acquitted and she was officially allowed to fuck me with impunity. I then dragged Sascha into the bedroom and we fucked for the first time in the marital bed! My mother stroked Sascha's breasts while we fucked. "The thing with the see‐through blouse is great, put it on again tomorrow, we'll dunk clean Uncle Wanja up to his neck!" Sascha nodded in agreement and didn't stop masturbating for a moment. "Aren't you going to pull him out for contraception?" asked her mother. Sasha shook her head and masturbated on and on, "I haven't got my period yet, mom!" and I added, "She can't get pregnant like that!" Mom rubbed my cock deep in Sascha's fuckhole as I squirted, because Mom had become terribly horny and hot as I fucked Sascha. But I was too tired now, I had to take a break. My mother touched Sascha's clitoris. "I didn't realize you had such a big clit!" Sasha nodded languidly, because she liked it when her clitoris was touched gently, I knew that. "It's probably ten times bigger than mine," her mother continued. Sasha was silent for a long time, but said, "Maybe it's from masturbating so much, isn't it?" Now her mother shook her head decisively, "No, certainly not. I masturbate at least as much as you do, but mine is much smaller, a little hump, maybe a quarter of a fingernail or smaller." I fell asleep, there's another court date tomorrow. In the morning we fucked again, that was more important to all three of us than breakfast. Grinning broadly, my mother lent Sascha a wafer–thin blouse.

The hall was packed. The photographers and cameramen swarmed around Sascha, who was the first to sit in the witness box. The assessor read out several pages of unimportant details, I didn't pay any attention, I knew our own address. Then the judge took over with the subject of the duty to tell the truth. Sascha, who wasn't at all afraid of the judge, asked if she really had to answer everything embarrassing. He instructed her, "You mustn't lie under any circumstances, you can say that you're embarrassed by the answer, the clerk will conscientiously write that down, but you also have to say the embarrassing things. You can say I don't know, I can't remember, but only if it's true. Understood, girl?" I immediately noticed that he was calling Sasha by her first name, so I realized that Uncle Wanja was expecting a severe trial. He sat small, pale and guilty on the bench. The judge asked Sascha to tell it in her own words, starting with kindergarten.

INTERVIEWER: Did he really say kindergarten?

PJOTR: Yes. Sasha reported that she masturbated every night since forever, one or two orgasms. Sometimes three. But in such a way that Pyotr, that's me, didn't notice anything. The judge nodded kindly. "I sometimes spied on the bedroom door back then, wanted to know how the fucking was going. When her father fucked Mom, it was done in a minute, when it was another boyfriend, it always took a long time." The judge nodded, "But you do know that spying is very indecent?" Sascha nodded, "As a child, I only knew that it was strictly forbidden, but I was very curious because my mother's friends did a lot of naughty things." The judge remained friendly, but she should now talk about Uncle Wanja.

"I wasn't quite 12 yet, but I thought I was already quite grown up. It really annoyed me that everyone treated me like a baby, like a child. Uncle Wanja was the first and only one who took me seriously and talked to me in a really grown‐up way. I didn't realize at the time that all he wanted to know was how, when and how often I masturbated. He really wanted to see it, so I showed him. He asked if I could kiss properly? With your tongue? I had no idea and let him show me because I had shown him how to masturbate. I learned to kiss very quickly, he kissed me for hours and my pussy and clitoris became insanely excited. He said it was because I wasn't fucking yet.

I didn't understand the context, but we kissed for ages and I racked my brains as to how I could get him to fuck me. I knew how to do it from spying. I used to strip completely naked now, ready to improvise. I made him hold his cock in front of my pussy to see if it would go in. Of course he didn't go in, and he said the hymen was in the way. But I was already hell bent and he said we had to rip the hymen open with our fingers. All right, we poked around a bit, then I resolutely pushed my index finger in and that was it. He finally fucked me, his cock looked big, but it remained a semi‐soft thick worm, a soft garden hose that he cautiously pushed in and out. But he couldn't speed up or the worm would plop out. "I'm about to squirt," he said, "I'll make you a baby!" I said he had to make me a baby please, please, please, he should just go ahead and squirt the baby in, what a face my Mom would make then! The judge smacked the assessor, telling him not to laugh so stupidly, we want to see the picture authentically!

Sascha continued, "He came every day when I was alone or only Petya was in the house. He didn't care if Petya noticed anything. He always let me sit on his chest first and watch me masturbate, only then did he fuck me with the soft hose. I dared to say that he should fuck me really hard, but he wanted to know how I knew that. I confessed to spying and now I had to tell him about spying every day. We fucked every day as soon as I got home from school and he always ended up squirting. I turned 12, he gave me a thin silver chain for my wrist, I was almost an adult now. I only wore the chain to school so Mom wouldn't ask any questions. More than half a year had passed when Mom stormed into my room while we were fucking. She gave him a good spanking, kicked him out of the house and banned him from the house. That was the end of it."

The judge looked at the two assessors, they had no further questions. Now our mother took the stand. She was wearing a dress that really emphasized her remarkable curves. The judge looked at her twice and his eyes flashed behind his glasses. He told her to describe everything in her own words, to tell the truth and so on.

INTERVIEWER: Did your mother really choose this dress on purpose?

PJOTR: I think so, we all had the impression that it looked good on the three judges. It was a tight‐fitting white dress, slightly see‐through. She wore no underwear, no bra and no panties. I hadn't often paid attention to how good our mother looked at the age of 35 to 40, so we hadn't celebrated her 40th yet. The dress clung to her curvy, hot body like a second skin. Her pointy nipples stood out aggressively, her little black bush was instantly recognizable and when she moved at the right angle, you could see the indentation of her pubic crease. She just shrugged flippantly when I told her before walking in the morning. I grumbled, that'll dig Uncle Wanja in even deeper.

INTERVIEWER: All right, go on.

PJOTR: She smiled at the three judges. "Allow me to make one more comment about yesterday's proceedings. My husband is not a killer, he ran down to his misfortune because unemployment took him off the floor and he drowned himself in alcohol. I often watched him when he was fucking Sascha with the boys in the fish house. I saw how he tried hard and made a real effort. As far as I know, he was the first grown man to fuck Sascha properly and according to all the rules of the art. He wanted to do it better for her than for me, that was honorable! I was very disappointed in him after the wedding. He was the kind of man of whom the French say 'In, out, thank you madame!' But he was always a good man, good husband and a good father. I was happy to find a man when I suspected I was pregnant. I didn't used to be such an old ugly broad, I was a hit and had ten lovers on each finger to fuck, a few remain with me to this day. For the first 10 or 15 years of our marriage I had a parallel lover every day, because my husband is a real dolt in that regard. He only pushed me aside a year or two ago, perhaps he discovered my lovers or suddenly imagined that he wasn't the father of Sasha, whom he loved dearly. If he had asked me, I would have lied to him for the sake of his peace of mind, because I was never sure which of the many men it could be. He never touched our girl before, I swear on my life. When she learned how to make boys squirt at school, she had no boyfriends to do it with. She came to our marital bed and made him squirt, the good‐natured dear grumpy bear. I taught her until she was good at it, of course she demanded to learn to squirt into her mouth. But when I told her that a Daddy was only allowed to fuck the Mommy and that the Bear with his big cock was not allowed to fuck in the tiny little pussy of little girls like her, she was very disappointed and after that she was no longer interested." The judge nodded, "we'll take this down and put a copy in his file, it might help him with an appeal or a mercy petition." The judge nodded to her encouragingly, now she should report on Sasha and Wanja.

"I could always see that Sascha had been masturbating since kindergarten, which was okay in my opinion. She kept it a secret from Petja, her younger brother Pjotr, which was also okay in my opinion, as the two of them slept in the same room. I only found out after a while that Wanja was fucking Sasha and I was very upset at first. But I decided to watch it for a while before intervening.

I spied every day when he disappeared into the nursery. They both stripped naked, she had to sit on his chest and masturbate right in front of his face. I could see in his eyes how much it made him horny and hot. She had her legs spread wide apart, I could see her beautiful pink pussy and you could already see her open hole. Back then, when she was 12, she only had a tiny clitoris, now she has one as long as her little finger, a great monster.

Sitting opposite them was Petja, maybe 8 or 9 years old, masturbating as quiet as a mouse. He kept squirting, watched them both and continued to masturbate. Wanja lay down on little Sasha and I could see exactly how he slowly inserted his soft rubber cock into her fuck hole. He fucked her very slowly, because you can't fuck fast and hard with such a soft cock. I'm only telling you this so you can imagine the whole picture.

I kept wanting to finish it, but I kept putting it off, and if Sascha got any damage from it, I'll wear part of it. Sascha kept asking Wanja to fuck her properly. He elicited from her that she sometimes spied on me, I sometimes had that feeling. But instead of fucking her properly, he just wanted to be told how my lovers fucked me. He interrogated her grimly, he wanted to see the whole movie. But now I had seen enough. I stormed into the room and beat the bastard priest out of the house, never to come near Sascha again. I think I gave him a really good beating, because he never came over to us again.

Only since my husband was in custody has he come over to fuck me at night, but more awkwardly than ever. Although he spends a lot of money on whores who come to him. I shouted at him the first night that even my little Petya had a cock twice as big as his and could fuck a thousand times better. Then I kept my mouth shut and chased him away after breakfast, because he lives on the neighbor's property. But he's at my door every night and comes to fuck me. I have far too soft a heart and let him in with a hopeless sigh. It doesn't matter who fucks me old ugly woman. The main thing is that I have a warm bed.

Sasha didn't cry a single tear after her first lover, and I know why. I don't know whether Sasha let our Petya fuck her when Uncle Vanya was still fucking her. But now she let him fuck her straight away, I watched it often and often. He was still a little boy and had a small but well squirting little boy's cock, now he has a really big and strong man's cock, as we all know. But he fucked Sascha properly and extensively, every night. She must be happy with his fucking, because he still gets to fuck her to this day.

"Your Honor, I've told you everything, left nothing out and lied about nothing. Thank you." She joined me in the front row walking like a model on a catwalk and sat down between Sascha and me.

INTERVIEWER: But Wanja was also allowed a word? I only ask because I was no longer in the courtroom at the time.

PJOTR: Yes, of course. The judge now called on Uncle Wanja to explain it from his point of view. Wanja stood up, looking more like a little mouse than ever. "Your Honor, as offensive and embarrassing as Sasha's and my sister‐in‐law's explanations were, I couldn't find any lies. Contrary to the advice of my defense attorney, I am fully confessing and pleading guilty. May I add something else? I would like to describe my situation." The judge looked briefly at the assessors, who just shrugged their shoulders. The criminal has confessed, the verdict will be unanimous. The last word won't change that. The judge nodded, go ahead!

"Even as a boy, I suffered from the fact that I had a much smaller cock than my brother. For a long time, he didn't want to believe that my little one just didn't get really hard. He masturbated me time and time again and it always took ages before I squirted. He shook his head in disbelief, my cock was just rubbery soft. He had laid hundreds of girls during his time at school, I probably didn't get 20. I only got to fuck the really ugly ones or those who didn't have a shred of self‐esteem. I wasn't too shy and would often stand outside a store or supermarket for hours until I found a safe victim, they were usually well over 50 and even old ladies on walking sticks.

In high school, he really took pity on me and made a pact with me. We pretended that we only had one single room together. The girls didn't care, they wanted to fuck the Handsome boy. He fucked the girls on our double bed and I sat naked in the chair and was allowed to watch. I played with my soft hose and when he was finished or took a break, I was allowed to fuck the girl. I can remember at most two or three who wouldn't let me fuck them. How good it felt to fuck as many girls as he did, and they were pretty to super pretty. They looked at me as they fucked him and smiled good‐naturedly as I slowly stroked my soft hose.

This must have gone on for 10 years, everyone had enough fucking to do and I wasn't as unhappy as I had been in junior school. That's also how we met his future wife, my sister‐in‐law over there. The three of us fucked as usual, I knew how often she cheated back then, but my brother was completely infatuated with her and didn't listen to me. They got married, but our love triangle went on for another 20 years. I knew that her lovers only came over at lunchtime or in the afternoon, I only came over late at night, by which time he had long since fucked her and was already asleep. She had me gently lay with her and I fucked her my way.

I didn't count how many men fucked her every day, I was just one of many and one cum was enough for me. My brother didn't talk much, and certainly not to me. He only fucked her for another minute and despised her, but he never said why. Then a dark, powerful urge drew me to little Sasha, and you've heard the rest. Thank you, Your Honor, I ask for a lenient sentence." The judges looked up, they heard such tear‐jerking stories every day. Half an hour break, then the verdict is announced.

Mother bought us a Coke and was surrounded by a cluster of men and women. The men pretended to ask about the fabric of her dress, but in reality they were groping her body the whole time. The women wanted to tell their story, they had all had a similar experience. I stood a little apart with Sascha, I was disgusted by the whole thing, Sascha was thrilled because the mother attracted the men like a magnet. I growled, that's because she looked so horny. I still had something on my mind. I took Sascha's head in both hands and kissed her on the lips. "No matter what we've heard today, you're my sister, my very favorite sister and I always want to fuck you." Sasha said nothing, but the gleam in her smiling eyes was answer enough. The bell rang.

Sasha sat down in the middle, next to me, and held my hand tightly until the end. Uncle Wanja had to stand up, the three judges put on their fancy clown hats, then the judge read out the verdict. It was soporific, I was only interested in the counterpoint. The range was 1 to 10 years, Wanja got 4 years and 7 months. The judge looked up briefly. "If you both want it, in the same prison." Vanya took a breath and nodded.

INTERVIEWER: The court has spoken. The gang of five will soon be under house arrest. What's next for you?

PJOTR: It's hard to say, we've learned from our mistakes and will never get caught again.

INTERVIEWER: Does that mean you're going to go fundraising again?

PJOTR: None of us know that yet. We have other issues to solve now.

INTERVIEWER: And what are they?

PJOTR: Well, I don't want to read that in your interview, but I can tell you off record.

INTERVIEWER: Okay, deal!

PJOTR: After the trial started, we decided to fuck a different one of our Moms every day, all five of them.

INTERVIEWER: Oh, that sounds exciting. How did you go about it?

PJOTR: We started with Wanja. Only when his father was asleep did we sneak into the pitch‐black bedroom. Vanya whispered to his stepmother, who was immediately excited and ready to go. She then whispered to her daughter, who hesitated briefly and bitched. We went into the anteroom and put shoes and clothes in 5 heaps. Then we crept up to the women. None of them knew who was fucking them, none of us knew whom we were fucking. Everyone fucked everyone, the women naturally recognized Wanja's cock and giggled. We avoided making any noise, after two hours we were completely exhausted, but smiling. We left silently.

Max handled the situation very well and cleverly. His mother had sent her lover away for the night under a good pretext, but she was still playing the Virgin of Orleans on him. "Five cocks, you say, five cocks you want me to rub because they're your friends? Five? Do you still have all your cups in the cupboard? I'm going to get tendonitis, you creepy guy, you!" But then everything went perfectly. The light stayed on and her eyes sparkled when she saw all the gorgeous cocks. Only with Dani did she make a brief fuss. "I won't fuck a Jew, they don't have foreskin and that's no fun!" Max asked if she had already fucked a Jew. She thought for a long time, then nodded. "When I still had my husband, because he had a lot of Jews as customers. While he was working in the back of the workshop, I let all the customers fuck me, but the Jews only from behind, I just didn't want to see the circumcision." We had to accept, that some wires of her brain were loose and she was drunk as a sailor. We fucked her one by one for three hours. She had a really tight vagina and we all had to penetrate her very carefully until it adjusted. Only Dani had to fuck her mouth on his first round, as if she was afraid it might be poisonous or contagious. He fucked her mouth enthusiastically and squirted deep down her throat while Andrej fucked her. Dani giggled, "There are millions of little Jews swimming in your gullet now, Maxi‐Mom, millions of honest Russian Jews!" She didn't find it so funny and concentrated on her orgasm, because Andrei was getting ready to cum. We fucked her for three hours, including Dani, until she could no longer stand. But she kind of liked it, because she asked if we would come back again?

Andrej's mother was immediately hooked. She gave his father a light sleeping pill in his tea, then we snuck into her bedroom. We fucked round and round, Mom was great at fucking and we had to give up after four hours, but she could take 5 boys so easily! We staggered home on our bikes and fell into bed.

Dani was tough at first. His mother was on fire, she had never taken part in a group fuck before, her husband was too semi‐religious for that. She told Dani not to pay any attention to his father. We walked past him, just as Dani had said. The father had counted, he rolled his eyes in despair, then he ran out, squatted down in the synagogue and tried to pray in silence. He didn't come back until long after midnight, by which time the four of us were already over the hill, the four of us had fucked the horny good Jewish woman in turn until we had really squirted all into her. Dani, our fifth man, lay next to her and just held her hand or stroked her nipples, which had become so hard. He didn't want to fuck her until late at night anyway.

The father stopped for a moment in the bedroom doorway, Dani was already about to fuck his wife. She whispered that he should come in here, she was going to do him very nicely, very nicely! Sighing deeply, he lay down in bed with her, his wife squeezed his hand and felt for his cock. He was inhibited at first as she continued to grunt and fuck Dani while she rubbed him and made him squirt. Dani had to make room for a moment so that she could let her husband squirt into her hole, then Dani was to continue fucking her. The father was somehow grateful that Dani was fucking his wife, because he hated fucking. He really did. So far he had only ever masturbated and had to stick his cock deep into her horrible hole to squirt inside. She kept rubbing him in her hole until he squirted and kept rubbing until he had finished squirting. She always gave him a second hand job after a while, but he had to put his virgin cock in her nasty, disgusting hole again and squirt into it while she kept rubbing his cock until he finished squirting. He was very tired after squirting twice and fell asleep, she continued to masturbate for another hour or more, but he found it really extremely disgusting. He had watched her masturbate once out of curiosity, but he had to run to the bathroom and throw up in the sink. So their married life had gone quietly until Dani decided to fuck her really hard. Dad tolerated his fucking quite happily because Mom gave him two handjobs at the same time.

I had spoken to my mother and Sascha about the new thing. As you'd expect, they were both grinning from ear to ear and asking when the gang of five was coming. Since my father and uncle were locked up, I was the only man in the house, all three of us lay in the big marital bed and we fucked whenever anyone felt like it. The gang of five was particularly curious about my mother, as everyone already knew Sasha. They pounced on my mother madly, who really enjoyed it, and I made sure that Sascha got the cocks too.

INTERVIEWER: I think we have everything. I'll write the article, get it all signed off and send it as an email before we print it. Okay?

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