In Lila's Bed

Aunt Lila, who had finally separated from her husband, remained in her household even in her household after the death of Pico's mother. Monika had finally come home from the hospital, had finished school, and was now determined to become a dressmaker; she had a good apprenticeship in the town of Baden and was allowed to live with the dressmakers.

Pico stayed at the boarding school because it had been his mother's last wish, so he was very rarely at home and rarely stayed long, because he felt strange when Lila and he sat next to each other on the couch and he thought of the earlier bathing times. It was hard for him to be at home, because her earlier emergency treatments were not and could not get out of his mind, at the same time he struggled with himself, because later as a priest he wanted to live honestly in celibacy, because he wanted to keep his vow of chastity, as Father Thomas had explained it honestly to him. But the longer he stayed at home, the more urgent his desire for Lila's closeness became.

But then there was the matter of Father Anselm, when Pico was sent back home from boarding school. Aunt Lila was emaciated, looking frighteningly old and used up, even though she was only around forty. Pico secretly desired her more and more, but he didn't dare look at her more than amorous glances. He slept in the little cabinet, and knelt for hours praying beside the bed, to to forget his unchaste feelings and impulses in prayer, kept almost ironclad to his vow of chastity, and almost always conquered almost his carnality. As on many other nights, he fought the dancing witches and his stiffness with the thought of St. Augustine, who had held strongly and fearlessly to his chastity — Pico, after all, always looked up Augustine's story in the thick, richly illustrated book of Saints' Legends, where the unchaste temptation was really depicted as so unchaste and tempting that Pico always had to masturbate after contemplating the body of the unchaste temptation. He slept dreamless, until the next day at dawn he heard noises from the bathroom, no, from the guest room behind it. heard. He heard Aunt Lila groaning and gasping and feared she had fallen ill again.

He crept into the bathroom, was about to open the door to the guest room, when he recognized the gasping and moaning and rustling: no, she was by no means sick, those were lustful, horny noises — heat flashed through him and made his cock instantly swell. Oh my God, Saints, help me stand firm! Don't let my cock get so stiff!

With his heart pounding, he stood there and heard the groans and moans turn after a while changed into pressed, heavy panting and the whole bed was noisy as mad. Pico rummaged desperately for a suitable push‐prayer in his bloodless brain and wanted to pull back carefully, but he had already pressed down the door handle before; now he let go of it carefully, but it was too late: the door swung open soundlessly.

Aunt Lila lay naked on the bed, with her legs spread wide and her knees drawn up, holding both hands pressed firmly on and into her pubis, her whole abdomen twitching and rolling like her bosom violently and choppily toward orgasm. She tossed her head back and forth like a galloping horse, then paused and sank back with a long, shuddering sigh. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Pico standing naked and stiff‐cocked in the doorway. She was terribly frightened and pulled the sheet over herself, down to under her chin.

Pico covetously followed an animal impulse and took two steps into her room, then stopped indecisively. He silently called out to all the Saints and was still overcome by horniness. Aunt Lila half sat up, holding the sheet in front of her chest, trying to catch her breath, her eyes shining feverishly and her bosom heaving. Pico took two more steps toward her, realizing that she was highly aroused and somehow afraid at the same time. He waved a hand soothingly and rather uncertainly, murmuring that he had heard her and thought she was sick, and that was the only reason he had come. An impulse made him take the last step, then he stood directly before the bed. Aunt Lila looked up at him, looked at his swollen cock and smiled uncertainly and a little bashfully. Pico followed the impulse and lay down beside her with a swift, flowing movement, so quickly that she couldn't even have said a peep, and covered them both with the sheet.

He was afraid she would throw him out indignantly, but nothing of the sort happened. He felt the heat radiating from her body, heard her loudly beating heart and her rapid breathing. For minutes they lay motionless side by side, his heart pounding up to his throat, fast and hard. An eternity passed, during which he realized in horror that he would not have wanted to pray, be a priest, or remain chaste for anything in the world now, but only to lie with her.

"How much did you see?" she asked with closed eyes. "Everything!" Pico lied, noticing how Aunt Lila winced inwardly. She slowly blushed all over, her breath came violently again, and she whispered that that had not been right of him to watch her "doing it". He would have disturbed her at exactly the wrong time, she would still be completely dazed. His hand crept tentatively along her thighs near her pubic area, he sensed the heat underneath, felt the soft throbbing in the depths. She didn't fight him off, he gently caressed her body, gently stroked her breast and heard her sigh. Again she quietly reprimanded him, complaining that no one should be spied on, that this was really PRIVATE, but at the same time she allowed him to continue caressing her, and she also allowed him to feel her pubic area with clumsy hands, until he accidentally touched her small, but still hard swollen clit.

Instantly she opened her eyes and looked at him. She shook her head in denial and half sat up so that his hand slipped off and she sat next to him with her breasts bare. She pointed with her chin at his hard‐on and asked, "Great need?" Pico nodded, wild and firm. "I've never done it with a woman before," he said somewhat meekly and closed his eyes, waiting fearfully for her answer and for the flaming sword of the archangel at this lie.

A few seconds passed, like tough drops of honey they fell into the lake of eternity, while Aunt Lila contorted her face and Pico sent a push prayer "for fucking, especially with favorite aunts" to the sky. Then Aunt Lila resolutely sat up cross‐legged, flipped the sheet completely back and pulled him up, laying him across her thighs. "I'll do you like I used to," she murmured, "you're only fourteen!" She shook her head vigorously. "Fourteen, and already wanting to fuck!" she said with feigned indignation. Somehow Pico was glad that she had so decided; for his indefinable Fear of fucking was still overpowering. Yes, it was better that way. His fear gave way to horniness again.

He lay there, willingly sprawled out like a young dog lying on its back in a posture of surrender to the strongest and spreading its legs wagging its cock. For a split second he thought of how he had watched Lila and her lover earlier, or how he had lain willy‐nilly on Frau Weber's lap. The Pietà, but still a little different, Pico thought.

He looked at her, contemplating her naked, scrawny body and her withering breasts. Curious, he looked between her thighs, but could see nothing but black ripples. He moved a little better, put his head on her thigh and looked up close at the thin, lobe‐like labia and into her half‐open vagina: how big this hole was! He could see exactly that the half‐covered clit was dark red and quite swollen; Pico guessed that it was still rubbed so red from masturbating.

Excited and willing, he spread his legs wide apart, already becoming somewhat impatient. Aunt Lila gently ran her fingertips over his body for a long time, then grabbed his cock and masturbated him very quickly from the wrist. After just a few seconds, a tiny drop shot up and landed on her lips. Lila immediately let go of his cock and held her palm in front of it to catch the semen; but inhibited, it stopped and the squirting stopped completely.

For a long time Pico lay there with his eyes closed, distraught and upset because he had not had squirted properly. Lila stroked his belly and asked, almost worriedly, "Isn't it working?" and he nodded, "Yes, it is!"

Lila said after some time a little disappointed and impatient, "Oh, let's leave it!", but he felt the excitement still burning like fire in his abdomen and stretched his semi‐stiff toward her. "Please, Lila, please!"

Lila murmured without much conviction, "It's already squirted!" and stroked his testicles with her fingertips. Pico shivered and begged, "Please, Lila, it didn't go, not right; please, keep going!"

She caressed his belly, his thighs and testicles. "Do you masturbate much at boarding school?" she asked, continuing to stroke him. "No," he lied, "I resolved to remain chaste!" Lila smiled pointedly and murmured, "Well, then the need will be great!" and Pico nodded vigorously, for he wanted, he had to squirt now! "And, do you really never do it?" she asked, and Pico hesitated for a long time until he said, "Yes I do, sometimes I just can't help it, but very rarely!" Shaking her head, Lila smiled and stroked his inner thigh.

The cock stood stiff and firm, slowly her hand came closer and Pico gasped with impatienceand excitement as she rubbed it a little. Sitting became uncomfortable and she paused to squat. She held onto him and masturbated him vigorously, faster and harder. Her breasts jiggled up and down as she did so and Pico felt it rising up inside him. She was jerking off very fast, he could see the effort in her face. "Coming soon?" she asked, and he nodded. As she continued to rub rapidly, she kept pressing and pressing her pubic against her heels, on which she was squatting. Soon she noticed herself how the cock began to throb and a smile glowed in her eyes. Her body now moved along with her brutally jerking hand, so that her cleft opened rhythmically as she rocked it on her heels. Gasping, Pico struggled for air as he felt her cleft and clit — or at least a tiny little inkling of it — dipping against his heels. His cock began to throb in Lila's hand.

"Well," she said with satisfaction, "it's working! Come on, let's let it all out!" Aunt Lila was truly a sex artist! She squeezed rhythmically with her whole upper body and bent back and forth rocking, the clit disappearing between the flaps of skin and peeking right back out a little. Pico almost went crazy from looking and jerked his whole cock, looking with greedy desire at her pussy as she pushed her clit out rocking and bobbing between the bulges. She rubbed his glans a few more times, then closed her eyes and seemed to have forgotten about him, continuing to rub him unfocused and halting before she finally stopped. She danced back and forth with her pelvis firmly on her heel, rhythmically pushing out her clit. Suddenly she trembled and pressed a finger to the clit: her entire abdomen quivered, making the clit dart out from between her labia‐lips like a tiny, pointed tongue and then disappear again. She shivered a little each time and concentrated inward, listening only to the rhythmic tonguing of her clit. Pico stared at her quivering and felt it coming; twitching and jerking, his semen shot in small, bright streaks into Aunt Lila's hand, who gradually awoke from her orgasmic rapture. He squirted for a long time until the cock became soft and wizened. She had collected almost all of the semen in the hollow of her hand, now she used it to clasp his swollen, sensitive glans and rub it slowly but firmly with his own semen, again causing little twitches and small splashes.

Abruptly she stopped when she realized he was looking directly into her cleft. She turned shamefacedly to the side and wiped it clean with a handkerchief. Then she murmured that they both had no need anymore and that he should leave, but he must not tell anyone; she looked very dejected. Pico wentto his room, weary and tired.

In the weeks that followed, he would sneak into Aunt Lila's room every day early in the morning, press himself against her and not be refused; he had a great need and would blackmail her, childishly threatening to tell everything. Aunt Lila was very angry at first because he talked such nonsense, but she always gave in and masturbated him on her lap. After some time it was quite natural for him to sneak up to her; now he could confess to her that he would never have betrayed her anyway, to whomsoever.

He loved to lie on her lap and have his distress treated; he had dropped the thought of fucking (especially with favorite aunts) altogether. He really loved lying on her lap and letting all the horniness squirt out. Actually this was the form of sexuality he needed.

Once in a while he heard her doing it alone; but he was smart enough by now to wait a few minutes before quietly going in to her and begging for treatment of his distress. She did look strange, this "Pietà." Mostly, Lila took advantage of his rising arousal to quiz him about anything and everything while she masturbated him. In the course of time, she learned almost everything; first about Mrs. Weber and Mrs. Mader, then about Alice, and finally about that with Monika. Each tale was rewarded with a pleasant splash. Only slowly and reluctantly did he tell the one about Alice as she ran away, but Aunt Lila just grinned wryly and quickly made him squirt. It took him a very long time to his last secret, the squirting with Monika. Aunt Lila kept on investigating, because she suspected that Monika had surely gone on, but he kept silent ironically, that remained his lifelong secret.

After Alice's rape, all inhibitions fell — although Pico was now allowed to watch when masturbating, but otherwise Monika was still cowardly and let him at the beginning only from the outside squirt on her cunt; but promised is promised, said Pico. So far — and only so far — he told Lila, embellishing it over and over again and concealing the rest.

He watched Monika's different techniques and cravings with amazement, and in the pauses they talked in whispers. She said the best way was to do it with her thumb, as she had seen their mother do. Monika's curiosity was insatiable, however; from day to day she experimented further and ordered him to keep still — the most important thing, she murmured, was that nothing squirts in! She wedged his glans between her clenched labia and rubbed madly at his cock. As soon as he squirted, she held her breath and gently spread her labia with her fingers to see the squirting. After that, she carefully pulled his cock out and let the semen run devoutly from the furrow. The next time she clamped his glans firmly in the crease and commanded him to masturbate slowly while she worked her clit. He squirted far too hastily, the glans pressed against the crease with fold pressed, while Monika masturbated. She rubbed the semen on her clit and made herself have a great orgasm. Pico was always afraid when she fucked her vagina with her semen wet thumb. When that too had lost the luster of the new, he learned to wait until it came to her, until she gasped and choppily ordered him to press his cock hard. Pico was out of fear but Monika covered up her fear with the claim that nothing would happen. She had heard somewhere that a woman could not get pregnant if the semen was injected after her orgasm, for sure! As soon as it had come to her, he pressed his glans into the tight, thrusting gap and squirted in with a racing heartbeat, so much did Monika's twitching and wriggling excite him. Of course, they both sensed how dangerous this was, but they kept going when Monika's vagina, snapping wildly in orgasm against his rubbing and thrusting and he got half stuck while squirting. It was not always easy to withdraw to these games when their mother, who was still alive at the time, only went to work with the other seamstresses on certain days. Then then it was always Monika who gave him a short break and then resumed the experiment. She did not need the break as much as he did and always chatted blithely away, while he usually just listened silently.

Monika increased the experiment even more, although she was sweating and gasping with huge fear the first time. When she was already very aroused, bent over to him and whispered in his ear, so that what was bad and forbidden was only breathed and remained secret from all who might be listening invisibly. Tentatively and haltingly, she whispered that he should put his cock in deep, as far as he could, and looked around again to see if they were really undisturbed. She masturbated quickly with her thumb to get the pregnancy‐preventing orgasm only but violently, because so its effectiveness would be better for sure, she said. She pressed Pico's cock in so deep during her orgasm that he had no more room to jerk off with his hand; she wriggled endlessly while he knelt stock‐still between her thighs, not moving in fear. Like a strange third party he watched with a fixed gaze as she tried to encourage him with quick, awkward fucking motions while she continued to rub the clit for contraception, wiggling her ass around and struggling to achieve orgasm after orgasm with a distorted expression on her face, and then he felt himself slowly cumming, stiffening, and staring at his sister, inside whose mysterious interior his cock had met resistance somewhere. She had paused in her senseless orgasming and now raised her head to watch very closely, as he did, as he pumped violently and squirted jet after jet very deeply into her vagina. Afterwards she embraced him and kept him inside her until his cock went completely flaccid — at no price in this world would she have been able to look him in the eyes now and held him tightly for what seemed like an eternity, because in the embrace she could hide her face from him with the defiant smile of a sinner.

They whispered for a while longer and he confessed that he didn't so right believe, at least he had never heard of it. She didn't listen to him and whispered in her turn, especially in the beginning it had been so nice when she still felt him in her orgasm (at that time, in the innocent year 1958, they both did not know the word yet and only spoke of "wriggling" and "squirting"). The physical closeness and her gentle caressing not only gave him comfort and the feeling of great familiarity, but it awakened his desire anew. anew. She noticed it, of course, and prepared to repeat it, but she also demanded that he move now (move, because fuck she didn't dare say, but he understood her immediately) and from now on she moved his thrusting further and further forward into her orgasm; soon he had to start fucking already when her orgasm was just announcing itself.

Each time she hit it better and better and squirmed, gasping and beaming at him as she insanely enjoyed the prolongation of her climaxes. He watched her very closely as she masturbated and squirmed in the orgasms, prolonging it with little pointed cries until the end, until he squirted it all in deeply and conscientiously, because that was the way she had wanted it, although sometimes they were both beginning to think and consider that it could be quite dangerous. But precisely because it was so dangerous, they did it again and again. Soon his curiosity to see the squirting was completely satisfied. Now he just looked at his sister's reactions, was fascinated by her excited facial expressions as she masturbated wildly and being fucked at the same time, and his eyes sparkled when she prolonged each orgasm to eternity and gasped for air, suppressing the little pointed cries to the point of inaudibility, and jerked ecstatically until his squirting and subsequent weariness slowly faded the play. The incestuous intoxication lasted only over a year, as Monika, to everyone's horror and out of the blue, suffered a miscarriage. The widow Anna Maria Rizzi, who at first vaguely suspected that her dear little Pico had something to do with it, was at a complete loss because Monika refused to make any confession. Pico and Monika could no longer look each other in the eye and once they were alone in the hospital room, she demanded eternal, iron silence from him until death. Pico timidly stroked her upper arm because he felt like a little boy and because she looked so pale and close to death. We did a terrible thing, he murmured, and was surprised when she said at the same time that they would have to be much more careful in the future. After returning from the hospital they fucked again and again, however, Monika soon moved to the tailors in the town of Baden to begin her apprenticeship, but all that — and of course also that with his mother — he concealed from Lila, a lifetime.

One morning Lila said that it was very surprising how long these boarding school vacations lasted. Quite soon Pico had become entangled in contradictions and had to tell her everything. The purification rituals really enraged her; snarling, she scolded the Father and the whole papist gang of pigs and explained to him the presumed connections. She laughed out loud when he hesitantly described his strange games in the stable. Her laughter had such a liberating effect that he told her everything about Seppi, down to the smallest detail.

When the conversation faltered, Aunt Lila lay down again and closed her eyes. After some time of silence, she smiled and wanted to hear more about the thing with the horse. She lay there pensively, and Pico noticed how she furtively and carefully stroked herself under the blanket from time to time, while he told her everything in detail about the Seppi thing. He was probably only a hair's breadth away from fucking (with favorite aunts) at that time. When he had told his story, he knew abruptly, what he had done wrong.

After the next emergency treatment, Pico began quite harmlessly to talk again about the Seppi thing. Aunt Lila pulled the blanket up over her chin and listened to him. He moved away a little and turned discreetly to the wall, while he again told everything in great detail. He told the same story, but with little horny embellishments; heard her soft noises behind him now and then. He told and told, varied masterfully and invented situations in which he did it together with some classmates or made Herbert squirt effectively under the cane. Aunt Lila listened mutely, only sometimes he heard her soft rustling or when she bit into the blanket to keep from sighing loudly. Pico, for his part, dared to look a little behind and watch her intensely out of the corner of his eye. After a few days, shyness and inhibitions were already very much reduced, and she let the blanket be a blanket when it slipped a little and was also no longer so anxious to be absolutely silent — so as the blanket moved, he adapted his story and gave Aunt Lila great pleasure for days. pleasure. Pico told how he had pressed himself against Seppi's cock while masturbating and hit the nail on the head with his details, for Lila became so wild all at once that she almost forgot about him. She closed her eyes but didn't lose control completely and undulated in orgasm under the sheet. Pico told and told day after day and could not get enough of her wild, secret masturbation under the sheet. But before she opened her eyes again, he dutifully turned his back to her again and looked at the wall, just like her lying little dramolet. She loved it!

And then one day it didn't quite want to work out with the emergency treatment, annoyed Pico sat up and fell somberly silent. It happened almost never that he could not squirt, but Lila had only waved it off and said it would come back. She lay there naked and relaxed, her hand resting on her pubic and she dozed a little. It didn't often happen that she lay there fully naked, usually she covered herself after she had treated him; but today it hadn't worked out and she was already tired before she thought of covering herself shamefully. Pico began to talk quietly about Seppi, again about Seppi, of course. Aunt Lila groaned after the first few sentences, closed her eyes and stroked herself, but she had forgotten to cover herself with the sheet. (Had she really forgotten?). Little by little Pico let Seppi get horny and told what he was doing with the big ponytail. Aunt Lila groaned and mewed louder, teased one of her nipples and groped down. Although Pico was watching, she pulled her knees up and rubbed intensely her clit. Seppi's cock grew and so did Lila's arousal. Pico masturbated the animal harder and harder, and Lila became more violent too. When he let the horse squirt fantastically into the hay at the end, Lila's fingers raced feverishly towards the climax.

Pico himself was so aroused in the meantime that he could hardly talk coherently any more was probably talking a lot of nonsense, but when Lila's pelvis started to roll and she didn't notice Pico at all anymore, he knelt between her thighs. Lila threw herself back and forth and looked through him with absent‐minded, crazy eyes while he knelt in front of her with his cock throbbing but completely insecure, not daring to do anything more than kneel before her and watch her orgasm approach. Eyes wide and teeth bared, she grabbed his hips and pulled him to her, thrusting his cock roughly into her vagina. She held his lanky little body by the butt and fucked herself, fucked herself with rapid, erratic movements until her orgasm finally broke free. In a split second, Pico had to squirt, and he happily held on to Lila, who unwaveringly held him by the buttocks and slowly, almost reverently, pushed his cock into her vagina a few more times. The squirting lasted a very long time as she pushed his cock deep into her vagina while her orgasm rolled and rippled painfully and violently. In the waning orgasm she kept fucking herself slowing down even though his cock was already half flaccid.

That morning, the idea of becoming a priest died for good.

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