The Swimmers' Round Dance

It was 1967, a time when there were no cell phones. Everyone was preparing for the Olympics the following year. Not me, actually. I had come 7th in Montreal 8 years earlier and ended my career. Now the coach was ill and asked me to represent him in Magdeburg for about 10 days.

The old forester's lodge was rather cramped accommodation. In one room lay Mr. Seyfert, a bedridden patient. He had nothing to do with us swimmers, he lived here. In the next room slept Mrs. Wawranek, the cook, and Mr. Wang, the Chinese kitchen assistant. Then the two competitive swimmers in one room and in the back room the mother of one of the athletes and her youngest sister. And in the last room little Masha in the cot, and Mrs. Monk and I in the only double bed. Mrs. Monk was the girl for everything, she organized and directed everything, really everything. A slim woman in her mid-twenties who had no fear of contact or touching, actually not. She had me on her radar, I didn't know why.

Mrs. Monk had invited me and she had arranged the sleeping arrangements. I had no objection to sleeping next to her in the double bed, because there was 9 or 10-year-old Masha in the cot, in her presence we wouldn't...? I was mistaken, of course, I was obviously not well versed enough in the female psyche. We didn't say a single word about whether we were going to fuck or not. It seemed a little strange to me, but that's how it was. When Mrs. Monk's hand groped lustfully for my thighs at night, I followed her hand and we fucked until we were exhausted. Beforehand, she warned me, "Please don't squirt inside, Mr. Faber!" and I just grumbled. It didn't matter at all whether I squirted inside later or not. If it was really important, it would have sounded completely differently, I knew that instinctively. I'm probably going to get carried away now, but despite sufficient training, I could hardly remember a girl or woman who fucked so well and let herself be fucked so divinely as Mrs. Monk. She was slim and athletic, her breasts like firm apple halves and her fuckhole very tight and pleasant like velvet and silk. She pushed her ass back like a duck's tail, but that way her clit slid constantly along my veiny shaft. First she held onto my back, and as the fight progressed her hands slid to my buttocks, so she could signal how the horses should trot or gallop. She knew better than anyone how important synchronization and a common tempo were. I noticed that I had to fuck her for about 10 minutes, then her body rolled in orgasm and I could squirt inside in the middle of it. She twitched with each hard jet, which was good! We smoked a cigarette or two, then we fucked again and continued until one of us gave the signal to stop. Mrs. Monk waited only a few seconds until we were ready for sleep, then she uncovered herself again and began to masturbate wide spread. No, she didn't do it secretly, but I suspected that she didn't want to be disturbed. She masturbated every night before going to sleep, quietly, gently and rhythmically. The orgasm was silent, only her legs trembled for a minute. Then she covered herself and fell asleep immediately.

Of course, Masha watched us in the dim light, heard our telltale noises and sat up cross-legged to masturbate while watching us. Admittedly, that excited me even more. Just so there were no misunderstandings - everyone addressed each other very formally by their last names, there was no intimacy or even cuddling during the day. Even Mrs. Monk remained aloof and we only kissed when we fucked at night. She was mysterious and she seemed to know me, but I couldn't figure out how.

Every morning there was a lot of sex, but one thing at a time.

I was only shocked on the first morning to wake up in handcuffs. It was Mrs. Monk's special sense of humor to tie me up unnoticed in the morning and put the key next to my pillow. Masha woke me up grinning. "I'll untie you right away, Uncle Faber," she said every morning. She was pretty to look at in daylight, not yet a beauty, but a girl who was gradually becoming a woman. I was particularly fascinated by the soft, blonde fluffy down that grew over her slit. It was a splendid sight, and she soon knew how to take advantage of it. Now she took the chamber pot in one hand and my morning hard-on in the other. She skillfully pushed back the foreskin and let me pee in the chamber pot with a smirky grin.

She loved my hard cock, without question. "Can I try to see if it fits in yet, Uncle Faber?" she asked purely rhetorically, because I was handcuffed and couldn't do anything. Masha put my hard cock in her slit every morning, but only got as far as her hymen; she didn't dare go any further. "It will fit in, Uncle Faber," she stated, enjoying the obviously lovely feeling of stirring the tip of my cock in the entrance to her fuckhole for minutes. "Can I, until it squirts?" That was also just a rhetorical question, because she stirred for minutes until I squirted in the entrance to her fuckhole. She stirred my semen on her labia with the expression on her face that children use to tease a snail with the stem of a dandelion so that the snail retracts its eyes and antennae.

Mascha uncuffed my handcuffs and put them back on Mrs. Monk's bedside table with the key. She smiled gently, "those silly games you adults play!" she grinned cheekily. I went into Mr. Seyfert's room as I was naked every morning. Mrs. Monk was bent over him and rubbed his morning wood very expertly. I stepped behind her and pulled her silk negligee up to her back. Mrs. Monk held her butt cheeks out to me willingly and whispered, as always: "But don't squirt inside, Mr. Faber!" But it was an empty phrase, because I always squirted inside her, no question about it. She never mentioned it, but repeated it always before the act.

Mrs. Monk's ass cheeks were among the most beautiful I had ever seen. I spread them a little until I saw her finely shaved large labia. I penetrated her fuckhole slowly and with great pleasure, she acknowledged it with a satisfied sigh and let me fuck her bent over from behind. She rubbed the bedridden man's morning wood tirelessly, who stared gratefully at her tits. They were rather small, like virgins, small, firm half apples. But sweet.

Mrs. Monk loved my meaty cock because it was basically always "ready". She only had an orgasm during the night when we fucked long enough. So, standing and bent over, rubbing his morning wood, she just got aroused, nothing else. It made me feel better to squirt all my semen into her and leave my wriggling companion in her fuckhole for another minute. I stopped stroking her beautiful ass cheeks and let my hand wander upwards her back to the back of her head. She let her head sink forward, but I didn't want to see her sad look and left. I didn't see it at night, but in the morning I saw that dead-sad look in her eyes, in which a few tears glistened. She lowered her head and quickly made Mr. Seyfert squirt. She let the first few jets squirt high up, and caught the rest in her cupped hand. She cleaned his cock and her hand with the towel and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "See you tomorrow then!" she said goodbye.

From there I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. The small, plump cook, Mrs. Wawranek, was already standing there, stark naked, the laundry under her arm. "I'll go to wake up Wong and take care of his little cock." I nodded, whatever. "These Japanese all have such small cocks," said Mrs. Wawranek plaintively and I nodded, "Chinese." The fat, naked cook gave me an indefinable look. She had noticed my glances right away, because I was looking at her very closely.

I had never seen a woman her age naked before, but it was all there. Melon-sized breasts bucking against gravity. Sparse blond pubic hair revealed a pussy that had been used badly. The thick, swollen labia didn't reveal the clit or the fuck hole. "Japanese or Chinese, it doesn't matter! But at least he lasts a long time, the dumb mute brat!" and then she disappeared, pushing her fat naked body past me. Now I could shower and think.

Masha was definitely still far too young to fuck, at least I didn't feel like a child molester. But the little girl was barely 9 or 10 years old. She was really keen to let me fuck her, but I was the adult, I alone made the decision. Masha had said that her mother would only allow her to fuck when she was 14, not before. And her father would definitely take her virginity himself, he was really keen on it, said her mother with a grin. "Men! All he keeps going on about is how he's going to fuck you every night while you're still young and blooming!" Even as a kindergarten child, Masha was allowed to slip into the marital bed every Sunday morning and cuddle naked with her dad before her parents had a good fuck. She was allowed to watch them, they only fucked on Sunday mornings. Later, Masha was allowed to slide back and forth on her dad's cock until he squirted. She clamped the cock between her labia, squeezed hard and rocked back and forth. She usually had her orgasm before him, lay trembling on the cock and then continued until he came. "Actually," she said, "actually, I don't want Dad to do it to me. He always fucks Mom so wildly that after many orgasms she is completely exhausted and very sad and cries for a long time. But she has to let him fuck her once a week, that's just how it was." I shook my head, I don't fuck children! She looked at me with a threatening look. "I'll be 14 at Christmas, Uncle Faber, and Mom had promised that I can fuck Dad then! Every Sunday morning!!!" I didn't think she would be 14 soon, but I asked Mrs. Monk, who confirmed it. I looked at Mascha with completely different eyes. Maybe...? Mrs. Monk didn't miss a thing. "You mustn't fuck her, Mr. Faber, she's still a virgin and a child in the eyes of the law!" She said that this was not something to joke about. Mrs. Monk held my hand while we watched Masha gently and then passionately masturbate. Mrs. Monk's eyes revealed her fear that I would deflower Masha. I had to agree with her, I will deflower Masha of course, definitely!

Every morning I looked through the crack in the door. Mrs. Wawranek was riding little Mr. Wong, and I thought too he had a very small cock. But the fat woman rode him mercilessly and self-absorbedly masturbating. Wong looked into my eyes and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. I don't know if he understood our language, but it seemed to me that he was quite happy to be fucked by the fat woman who was twice his age. Mrs. Wawranek masturbated with great concentration while riding him and Wong stared at her finger and her clit with his eyes wide open with lust. Of course, her masturbation excited him immensely. He grinned impudently, the little rascal.

Mrs. Wawranek's assault struck on the second morning, she didn't hesitate for long. Like the day before, she stood naked in the bathroom doorway, her clothes under her arm. As I passed her, she put the bundle aside. I stopped in front of her, admittedly it was my mistake. She leaned against me and stammered, "Please, comfort me, Mr. Faber! My Wong's is simply not enough for me!" And instead of running away screaming, I stopped, my second mistake, after all. The small, fat cook hugged me, pressed her naked body against me. No escape.

My cock, the fearless one, immediately found its way into her fuckhole, damn it! Before I could even process it intellectually, I fucked the fat woman standing up. Mrs. Monk stood in the hallway shaking her head. Mrs. Wawranek bent and bent and held my cock in position with her hand so that it didn't slip out. And it didn't slip out, she made sure of that very well. After 15 minutes I gasped that I had to squirt now, but she just nodded enthusiastically, "Just squirt, Mr. Faber, squirt all in!" I squirted inside and was actually very embarrassed. But it didn't stop there. Every morning the 56-year-old Wawranek waited for me naked in the bathroom and let me fuck her with pleasure. I told her to support herself with her arms on the box and let me fuck her from behind. She was a little surprised, but I preferred the sight of her fat white ass to her wrinkled face. She was the oldest woman I had ever fucked at the time, for sure. But fucking her had its own charm. I only had to close my eyes and then the fucking turned out to be similar to Franziska's, even though she was 25 years older. But her fuck hole gripped my cock quite tightly and her vaginal muscles milked my cock just like Franziska did, who had fucked hundreds of men. Not Mrs. Wawranek, she had probably fucked no more than 15 different men in her life, her thing was masturbating. She was married for the second time, but she was quite happy with her husband, who was 25 years younger than her. I held her by her big, white ass cheeks and ignored Mrs. Monk shaking her head as she looked over from the door. At most she reinforced my defiance, because I did not belong to her and I fucked whoever I wanted! I fucked Wawranek last before breakfast and swimming practice, I did not have to save my seed for the next one. Mrs. Wawranek's fuckhole was the softest and least tight of all, but I still really enjoyed fucking her. She never had an orgasm from fucking, she admitted, only from masturbating. I didn't really care, I still made her fuck in sync and evenly. I could concentrate fully on my own orgasm, which I thought was OK too. After 10 to 15 minutes my orgasm came. "I have to squirt, Mrs. Wawranek!" I gasped and she nodded eagerly. "Just squirt, Mr. Faber, just squirt all in!" she gasped happily. I squirted, squirted all in until the last drop. Mrs. Monk under the door shook her head jealously, but I paid no attention. Mrs. Wawranek's vaginal muscles milked my cock really hard, she didn't want to miss a single drop. At the end I gave her a light slap on her fat ass. Then she waddled off to ride little Wong to pieces.

Of course I peeked through Mrs. Wawranek's door every morning, not because I thought she was beautiful, but because I can't tear my eyes away when other people fuck. Mr. Wong — he was probably in his early 20s — actually had a very small cock, it must be noted. It disappeared completely into Mrs. Wawranek's pink abyss, she rode it for about a quarter of an hour and masturbated while doing so. She always had very violent orgasms that threatened to tear her fat body apart. It seemed much more arousing to me when Wong fucked her lying on her back. He seemed to enjoy that more too and I always had to smile because it looked so bizarre. The fat woman, spread out wide, and on top of her a little guy ticking like clockwork. In this position you could clearly see her pussy and her finger rotating on her clit. Wong stuck his little cock all the way into her fuck hole, she had her eyes and mouth wide open and was masturbating like a madwoman. Their orgasms were not at all coordinated, each one orgasmed when he or she came. Wong stayed completely still when he squirted into the cook's fuck hole. He remained motionless for a minute, then he resumed thrusting. I left my observation post when the two gradually started to weaken.

Mrs. Monk nudged me from behind, "let's wake the boys!" She meant our top athletes who were allowed to sleep late. After breakfast they would train all day in the Olympic Pool, I was there and gave them tips. After all, it felt like I had been a champion myself a hundred years ago. I followed Mrs. Monk into the boys' room. Kim and Hansi were still asleep. Mrs. Monk touched the cock of one of the boys, it was Hansi. She grabbed his cock greedily and let a thick jet shoot up. She asked in a whisper if he didn't want to fuck her with his stiff morning boner? Hansi shook his head every morning, no thanks. He jumped up and ran naked with his cock bobbing next door to his mother. She was already awake and waiting for him because she knew how things worked. Mrs. Monk then grabbed Kim's cock, which he made to squirt without saying a word. Sometimes Mrs. Monk swung herself onto Kim's cock and rode him for a few seconds, then the silent athlete squirted.

Hansis mother threw back the bed covers and I saw that she had been masturbating until just a moment ago and was still shaking a little. With a rather indifferent face, she let Hansi lie on top of her, she put Hansi's cock into her pussy hole with one hand and hugged him. Hansi was a quick fucker, after barely a minute or two he squirted, then he made room for his buddy Kim. Kim fucked Hansi's mother for much longer, but the jaded woman only became only highly aroused without orgasming.

Hansi had laid down on his aunt's bed. She was not much older than 20, his mother perhaps 10 years older. Jeanette, his aunt, immediately took her hand off her pussy. She smiled at Hansi very happily and excitedly. "Do you want?" asked Jeanette and Hansi nodded. Jeanette rubbed his cock hard in no time and got ready. She didn't help him into her pussy hole, his cock had to find its own way. But Jeannette had already done a lot of preparatory work and had an orgasm after a short while. She was easy-going and kept her orgasm going until the end. Hansi squirted off and went into the shower, where he usually showered together with Mrs. Wawranek.

Of course Wawranek denied having sex with the two boys in the shower. Hansi looked at me sideways with narrowed eyes. "So what?" he asked aggressively. I turned to Kim. He nodded in agreement. "In the shower, yes. She wants it, both of us one after the other, Hansi first." He paused, he rarely spoke so much. "Why not? She lets herself be fucked well, pretty well in fact. For her age..." he didn't finish the sentence, everything had been said. "But Jeanette, on the other hand, always has an orgasm, that really impresses me!" Kim went out, that was a lot of words for him.

It was obvious that the silent Kim was in love with Jeanette. After he had squirted, he quickly separated from Hansi's mother and went to Jeanette's bed, smiling. They kissed for a long time and deeply. Jeanette obviously liked being fucked by Kim and the boy did a very good job. Jeanette quickly got going again and reached an orgasm effortlessly. She clung to the broad-shouldered boy and prolonged her orgasm again, she was obviously very good at that. Was it training or natural talent?

I usually fucked Hansi's mother and Jeanette after the boys. Mrs. Monk shook her head disapprovingly, but I didn't care, I didn't belong to her. Definitely not! Hansi's mother was far less pretty than Mrs. Monk, Mrs. Wawranek, Franziska, Jeanette and even Mascha. In fact, you could call her pretty ugly if you weren't a gentleman. But the two boys had done the groundwork well, so I was able to bring the ugly young woman to orgasm regularly with some physical effort. Her face twisted into an ugly grimace and I closed my eyes so I didn't have to see the grimace. I let our orgasms fade away and recovered next to her. "My husband, Hansi's father, is a total loser in bed. That's how I came to take Hansi into my bed, ignoring his father. He should watch us fucking and be ashamed. I also let my lovers into our bed, sometimes just to annoy my husband!"

To fuck Jeanette was pure pleasure. She was a little prettier than her older sister, but not a real beauty like Mrs. Monk. But she was very young, just over 20 I guessed, and she loved to fuck. I never saw her masturbate for real like Hansi's mother, who masturbated openly every morning before Hansi came to fuck. Jeanette, however, stroked her clit constantly and absentmindedly. She beamed at me like a freshly polished gold coin when I lay down next to her. Her favorite position was lying on her side and getting fucked from behind. I was fine with it, it was a position that saved my energy. But what really excited me was her incredibly tight pussy hole. Tight like a 13-year-old! Almost like a child's, I knew that, although I've only fucked very few really young, childlike girls.

Jeanette turned to the wall, because she always masturbated a little when she lay on her side, but only a little. I felt her finger working, which had its own special charm. But she had ass cheeks just as beautiful as Mrs. Monk, and that had a strong effect on me. Jeanette had asked me, with downcast eyes, to fuck her asshole with my index finger while I fucked her, which I was happy to do, even though it was actually unappetizing. But I insisted on fucking her childish fuck hole, because she had many, many orgasms and her vaginal muscles were constantly milking my cock. When I left, I saw the jealous disapproval in Mrs. Monk's eyes.

Damn, who was this Mrs. Monk, how could I possibly know her? The first thing that came to mind was the girl Monika in Montreal who had conquered me there. Unprompted. I didn't know Monika at all, but she waited for me in my bed every evening. What idiot would miss that? Monika and I hardly spoke, she had already disappeared in the morning and was waiting again for me in my bed late at night. She was from Nuremberg and was still a virgin. I, young and inexperienced, immediately recoiled when I felt the resistance of her hymen. But she just smiled. "Jack, I want you to be my first!" She came every night and we fucked like crazy. When we flew back from Canada after 10 days, I wanted to say goodbye, but I couldn't find Monika anywhere. No name, no address, no phone number. I thought a thousand times whether Mrs. Monk could possibly be Monika? But that seemed very vague to me. No. Mrs. Monk was married, although she despised her husband with all her heart. He was currently in prison for rape and child molestation, the fine gentleman. And she had confided in me that she had fucked already hundreds of men. She grabbed anyone she liked. I could confirm that.

Mrs. Monk let me fuck her every morning when she masturbated the sick Mr. Seyfert. And every night too, only on one of the evenings did she leave me hanging, probably because of Mascha. She fucked very well, I enjoyed her way of fucking, very much. Sometimes we did it doggy style too, if she felt like it. Every night I felt that she was masturbating next to me in the dark. Her body touched mine while she masturbated, and she did it on purpose. Every night, even when we had just fucked. She masturbated very quietly, without much fuss, but for a very long time. Her orgasm at night was much quieter and less spectacular than the one during sex. She just trembled and sighed very quietly, and that was all.

When we took a break and smoked a cigarette sitting in bed, we silently watched Mascha in the twilight as she masturbated cross-legged. She watched us as we fucked, even though you could hardly see anything more than shadowy figures. When she got going, she closed her eyes and masturbated completely absorbed in herself. She rubbed her clit in circular, calm movements, licked her finger again and again with her tongue to moisten it. The girl sank into a deep trance and was no longer directly aware of her surroundings.

Mrs. Monk nudged me in the ribs with her elbow. "Forget it! The little girl is not yet 14 and a child, she is not there to be fucked!" She wanted to get me to promise, but I remained stubborn and silent. Maybe...?

She couldn't understand why I had fallen for the beautiful child. Masha's small breasts were now about the size of Mrs. Monk's, firm half apples. She was slim and delicate, half a head shorter than Mrs. Monk, and her hips were already bulging like a woman's. Every morning, before she released me from the handcuffs, she stuck the tip of my cock into her pussy hole until it touched the hymen. "It'll fit in, Uncle Faber," she announced proudly. "If you like, you can take my virginity, and I'd much rather you do it than if Daddy did it for me!" I noticed that she was completely serious.

So I interrogated her exactly, painstakingly. What was it like with her dad? Masha had no reservations about telling me everything. She had always been allowed to cuddle naked with her dad on Sunday mornings, which she really liked. It was always just a fun and harmless game, touching, cuddling, rubbing against each other. It had actually started with mom, but soon she belonged to dad completely.

Dad only fucked mom once a week, always on Sunday mornings. Masha had been there from a young age and had mom explain it to her later in detail when they were alone. Mom always had to masturbate while fucking so that she could have some orgasms, which seemed very interesting for Masha. So she imitated it and was able to masturbate to orgasm even when she was in kindergarten. Mom just smiled when she saw Masha masturbate day in, day out, which was fine. When fucking, only the beginning and the end were exciting; the long fucking itself was yawningly boring.

At the beginning, the tip of Daddy's cock was looking for the entrance. Mom never helped him. When he found it, he penetrated more or less quickly. Mom's fuck hole slowly opened up, enveloping the cock like a tight stocking. Then Mom started to masturbate and Daddy's cock stomped in and out of her fuck hole. For quite a while. Mom gave herself one big orgasm first and then many small ones, she always did that. She rubbed her clit really fast when Daddy squirted inside, you could tell by his balls. Then he pulled his cock out and the thick drops ran out of Mom's fuck hole. Mom had become very tired and sad from the fucking and the many orgasms; she cried every time he finished squirting. The little girl could never explain that to herself.

Little Masha laughed at Daddy in a friendly way when he tried to masturbate her. He never managed it, although he tried it every time. "You're doing it too roughly, Daddy!" she would say every time. She wasn't allowed to masturbate in front of Daddy; Mummy had strictly forbidden that. "It would excite him too much," explained Mommy, "he would pounce on you like a raging tiger and tear your little pussy to shreds!" That made a lot of sense, because she had often seen how Daddy could go wild and fuck Mommy to shreds, leaving poor Mommy crying and sobbing.

Mommy became too old for Dad; in her late 20s she was already considered old by him. Dad no longer fucked her lovingly, but angrily. He had seduced and married a sweet little girl!!! And where was that underage child now that he had fucked to pieces with so much lust and enthusiasm? So Masha became more and more interesting to him. At 11, the first light blonde hair sprouted. Dad was really excited (and I could understand him very well, because this view really excites me too).

Mom didn't like being fucked by the angry dad anymore, no! So she came up with the idea that Masha could take over. But she wasn't 14 yet, she was only 11, and 14 was set in stone for Mom. So she taught Masha how to rim. Masha sat on Dad's cock, pinched it between her labia and fucked back and forth. When Masha did it right, she rubbed her clit rhythmically on Dad's cock and after a while had an orgasm. She sank onto his belly and let the orgasm wriggle, trembling. Then she carried on in the same way, because it was only over when Dad had squirted. She usually had two or even three orgasms before Dad squirted with a grunt. Most of the time he wanted to be masturbated with her fist after a break. Mom showed her how it was done. Masha learned immediately, she licked his glans with her tongue when she masturbated him, just like Mom did, and she enjoyed it more than Mom did when he squirted in her mouth.

She had been doing this for three years now, and she actually enjoyed fucking Dad to make him squirt. Dad had been trying to deflower her lately again and again, but Mom intervened now forcefully. That was out of the question! OK, playfully inserting his cocktip into the entrance to her pussyhole until it hit the hymen, OK, Mom just about allowed that. But Masha had developed an aversion because he was always so angry, rough and demanding during sex. That's why she didn't want him to deflower her and then continue to fuck her. Mom was much more pessimistic about that. "He'll take your virginity when you're 14 and then fuck you hard every Sunday, maybe every day, so that you won't know, which train had hit you, that's for sure! It's in his blood!"

I went to the Olympic swimming pool with the two athletes all day long; they had to train for 7 to 8 hours a day. This gave me the opportunity to speak to Hansi's mother, Franziska, and her sister Jeanette. Of course, I asked them all about it. It was not surprising when 32-year-old Franziska told me that her father had taken her virginity when she was 13 and then fucked her every night. Her mother had no chance against his brutality and dominance.

He felt young again and fucked her several times a day and night until he could no longer. Of course, Mom complained that incest was a mortal sin, but that didn't interest him or Franziska at the time. Neither of them cared that Mom was sitting right next to them in bed and had to press a finger to her clit so as not to be overcome by her own carnal desire while watching them fucking. Dad was aware that he had to deflower Franziska very carefully, softly and gently. He penetrated very carefully, Franziska looked at him with shining eyes. "Make me a woman, your little woman!" she breathed. She had no idea how it would turn out, but she wanted to be fucked by Dad like Mom. She had seen the fucking so many times and also how good both of them felt after their release. She wanted that too! The fucking only hurt the first time, after that she loved it passionately. She was as proud as a peacock, but she didn't tell anyone. Mom's tense dislike soon dissolved and a deep friendship developed between the two.

This is how Franziska, who at the time loved being fucked by her father, became pregnant. An abortion was out of the question in the bigoted community, so Franziska became Hansi's mother at 17. Her mother was a great support to her, otherwise she would have perished miserably. Of course, Dad continued to fuck her until Jeanette was — in his opinion — old enough. Then he concentrated on her little sister. Franziska had married pro forma so that Hansi would not be an "out of wedlock child". The husband was a rude idiot, in short. He was completely indifferent to the fact that Dad continued to fuck Franziska every day for years. His character was breaking through. He was a pimp at heart.

He sold Franziska by the hour and thus led a carefree life. Franziska did not rebel, women were there to be fucked, it was as simple as that. Franziska even loved the variety, because there were some good, experienced fuckers among her guests. She only had problems with the rudeness, the punches and kicks of her husband. Fate helped her out. After one of the many knife fights, her husband's arm had to be amputated. It was as if a part of his soul had been amputated as well. He became a cowardly weakling.

Franziska now looked for lovers herself, and her husband never touched her again. She collected the money herself and pocketed it. Her husband led a very restricted life, she only providing him with alcohol generously. He masturbated on the sofa with bloodshot eyes while Franziska let herself be fucked in the marital bed opposite him. Of course, little Hansi did not miss this. It didn't bother him how his mother earned the money, the whoredom had no moral weight for him.

He reached puberty and now slept in Franziska's bed every night. It was only natural that she rubbed his cock and made him squirt as often as he wanted. His interest grew and eventually they fucked each other. Around this time, Hansi was discovered to be a real swimmer. He was ambitious, he didn't want to be a zero-deadbeat like his dad. The goal was to win, to be first.

The girls in the swimming club had to deal with the fact that Hansi had no morale or no morals. He fucked anyone who wasn't up to scratch at the count of three, as the saying goes. He not only fucked the entire women's team and the two coaches, but also many amateur swimmers who were not part of the team. Many of them were fine with that, some hid in shame when Hansi had "conquered" them. Admonitions and reprimands bounced off him like rainwater.

Franziska could afford to accompany Hansi everywhere to competitions. Contrary to the opinion of many coaches, Hansi seemed to benefit athletically from the daily sex with Franziska. They shrugged their shoulders and didn't talk about it. When Dad died shortly after Mom, Jeanette moved in with them.

Dad had already deflowered Jeanette when she was 12 and she blossomed. Instead of feeling abused and like dirt, she blossomed; she was now "Daddy's little wife!" That filled her with pride, it wasn't a trauma for her. Franziska had coped much worse, but that was also due to her pregnancy being far too early. Jeanette had learned to masturbate from her big sister and, like her sister, masturbated every night to fall asleep. It was the best sleeping aid!

Jeanette, who her dad fucked every night, liked going to school because there she found lots of playmates for her sexual desires. She fucked all the students indiscriminately and seduced as many young teachers as possible. She also tried sex with girls, but she didn't particularly like it. And she ignored her dad's jealous tirades. She was the center of the world, not him. Clear?

It happened as it had to. Franziska earned a lot of money from prostitution, but had less and less time during the day for her Hansi. Jeanette had time, lots of time. And the well-trained young athlete offered her really good sex. She had no problem reaching orgasm, not at all. Together with Hansi, she found out how to maintain the orgasm after the first violent outburst until the end of the fucking. That was the Olympus of fucking. And Hansi really liked fucking with his mother and aunt. Hansi was very soon in love with Jeanette, but what did that mean, he got the main prize for free every day. He wasn't jealous of Kim for a second.

Masha had me in her bag after just three or four days. She had stirred the tip of my cock in the entrance to her fuckhole and let me watch her masturbate with my head between her thighs. She said she hadn't had her period yet. She grinned cheekily, she had defeated me. We cuddled naked on the bed for another quarter of an hour and she stirred full of enthusiasm the tip of my cock in the entrance to her fuckhole until I squirted. "Are you going to fuck me now and make me a real woman, Uncle Faber?" she asked cooing and I nodded. "Yes, first thing tomorrow morning, if you really want to! It's an important decision, your mother will be horrified because you're not quite 14 yet, not for another four months. And your father will be very annoyed because someone else has already taken your virginity." Masha shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't always have to go his way, does it?" I looked at her seriously. "He'll still fuck you every day, my little one! You just have to make it clear to him from the first time that you won't allow any rough treatment. You have to assert yourself, otherwise he'll treat you like a rag!" Mascha nodded thoughtfully. "That's right, Uncle Faber, I hadn't even thought of that. He'll definitely fuck me every night, that's for sure!" I ran off, Mrs. Monk would be wondering where I was.

She was actually surprised, she was almost there with Mr. Seyfert. I quickly lifted up her silk negligee and fucked her from behind, like every morning. Mr. Seyfert stared at her virgin breasts and the dance of her teats, like every morning. She had allowed him to touch her breasts, but the poor guy could barely hold his arms up for a minute and had to let go of the gems again and again. He had whispered if he could squirt in her mouth, but she refused. She had never let anyone squirt in her mouth before.

I leaned forward on her back and asked in a whisper if I should fuck her with my index finger like I did Jeanette? She blushed bright red and didn't answer right away. "If you don't mind? .... Yes!" she whispered almost inaudibly. "Nobody has ever done that before, but I can see how Jeanette rose like a rocket and exploded when you did it," she added in a whisper. I have to admit that I liked Mrs. Monk's ass beyond measure. But when I licked my index finger and inserted it into her small, tight asshole, I felt her whole pussy twitch. Her sigh betrayed surprise and then downright intense sexual excitement. Being fucked in the pussy hole and in the asshole at the same time triggered her orgasm instantly. We had struck gold, that much was clear.

With quick movements she made Mr Seifert squirt, then she supported herself on the bed, because we weren't finished yet. My index finger made her completely lose it, after the first violent orgasm she had lots of smaller, trembling ones. I tried to catch a glimpse of her face expression, because she now let her head sink down. There was indescribable sadness in her eyes, like that of a fatally wounded animal. Tears glittered in her eyes, tears of shame and pride, then she closed her eyes. The blush covered her face as if she were in a fever. Damn, that was the discovery of the year!

We separated and she turned around to give me a big, fat French kiss. Outrageous, Seyfert was there after all! But she didn't let that bother her. She wanted to kiss me and that's what she did now. Abruptly she said, "Let's go wake up the boys!" and she ran quickly ahead, almost dancing. I had to smile, it was only day 3 and we had unearthed the treasure! Another 7 or 8 days, we'll fuck like berserkers at night! She woke Hansi up with such a firm grip on his shaft that a shot of semen spurted up the poor guy. "No, Mrs. Monk, I'm going to see my mom right away!" the distraught boy exclaimed and ran. Mrs. Monk then grabbed Kim's cock and sat down on the athlete's lap. Gently and rhythmically she slid on his cock and made him squirt almost instantly. At that moment it hit me like a lightning bolt. Hansi wouldn't win a medal. Kim would. His infatuation with Jeanette, who was only a little older than him, would give him wings, especially since I'll put her in the front row of the audience in an ultra-skinny miniskirt, as sure as my name is Jack Faber! The adrenaline rush will give him a few tenths of a second, damn it!

And indeed. Mrs. Monk couldn't wait to turn off the light in the evening. We threw ourselves at each other like drowning people, we fucked until midnight, making the bed groan and moan. My index finger stabbed her asshole, even though she had never been fucked anally before. The most intense thing for her was when she let herself be fucked from behind while lying on her belly. She stuck her ass up in the air so that the index finger could have its full effect.

That night, on day 3, she covered me with kisses like never before. She whispered in my ear how incredibly intense it all felt. We were both very exhausted and stopped fucking. She leaned her whole body against me and put an arm around my neck as she began to gently masturbate. She wanted me to be there for this intimacy this time, very close. I felt every movement of her busy finger and the slight trembling that preceded the approach of orgasm. I hugged her in the trembling orgasm and kissed her deeply. We were a great team.

Masha woke me up as soon as Mrs. Monk had left. I didn't have to ask or say anything, her face was shining like the sun. I was very tender with her, she was still very childlike. At the same time, however, she seemed very grown-up, or half-half. There were only a few French kisses and it was clear to me that Masha was ready. I laid her down and then I hugged her like a woman, not like a child. I was very gentle, considerate, even fatherly. A short, hard thrust and the hymen was pierced. Masha said in surprise that it didn't hurt at all, just a small, silly prick. I pushed my cock in up to the hilt and gave her pussyhole time to adjust to the cock. Then I fucked her fast and hard and, like with everyone else, I squirted everything into her fuckhole. She didn't have an orgasm, not this time. I had to move on quickly, to Mrs. Monk.

"Mascha held me up a bit," I said to her when I came into Seyfert's room. She was only half listening, she had both hands on Seyfert, one hand around his shaft, the other around his balls. She melted away, she felt complete and exactly where she wanted to be. It should have been a nice day, but it ended not so well. Afterwards I fucked annoyed Franziska, the orgasm queen Jeanette and fat old Wawranek, then we drove to the training.

At night we smoked cigarettes during a break and were silent. Mascha sat cross-legged and played with her clit, lost in thought, but she didn't masturbate. Thoughtful. Suddenly she jumped out of the child's bed and came to us in the double bed. She surprisingly snuggled up to Mrs. Monk, hugging her tenderly. "Aunt Monk, I have to ask you something important. Okay?" Mrs. Monk hugged her tighter and stroked her cheek friendly. "Ask me whatever it is."

"I'm a woman now, Aunt Monk, a real woman. Like you, I want to fuck Uncle Faber, that's why I'm asking." She wasn't a child anymore, by God, by God! Mrs. Monk looked at me like a mortally wounded animal. I took the direct route. "Yes, this morning I took her virginity. That's just how it is now,"

"Men! You stupid cock-driven guys!" hissed Mrs. Monk. For the first time, an ice-cold wind blew. Masha reacted in a flash, I wouldn't have expected that from her. "Auntie, don't be angry with him. It was me, I grabbed him, I wanted him and not my dad to fuck me, the bastard! If so, then be angry with me, not with him!"

Mrs. Monk was petrified. She held Masha to her chest and absentmindedly stroked the girl's cheeks. "Tell me everything from the beginning, no nonsense! And what does your dad have to do with it?" Masha told her everything from the beginning.

I listened carefully, but I recognized everything that Masha had told me. She snuggled up to Mrs. Monk, the two of them hugging like lovers. And Masha really told everything. Mrs. Monk only interrupted her because she didn't understand the role of Masha's mother. She taught the child rimming in order to avoid being roughly fucked for three years?!? But Mrs. Monk gradually understood how the mother was playing the daughter into the father's hands. Later she said that it was unappetizing to let him squirt in her mouth! Masha said it took a while, but she swallowed his semen now and it tasted salty and sweet. Mrs. Monk stared at her in disbelief.

When Masha told the story of the events of the last three mornings, Mrs. Monk's eyes widened. How skillfully the girl got me under her control, that was something! Mrs. Monk shook her head and smiled. "Men, oh you men! You are as if you had buttons that you just had to press and you jump over the skipping rope like a good boy!" She shook her head, but she smiled at me again. I may be a fool, but I am not a child molester, she whispered almost inaudibly.

From then on, the three of us slept in the large double bed. Despite everything, it was very strange to fuck both of them in turn. Masha wanted to try it with my index finger, but she didn't like it. It was a bit irritating to fuck one of them and the other "interfered" with little gestures, touches, kisses. I knew that this would not be a permanent solution for me. It was touching, however, that Mrs. Monk wanted to teach Masha everything important. Masha had never heard of the G-spot, for example. Or how she managed to get her father to stop being rude. How a woman could use her weapons. My heart warmed.

When I needed a break, Masha would lay across my lap and masturbate very gently. The girl could obviously masturbate very gently, softly and quietly for hours and she did it. When you were in bed, there was only fucking, sleeping or — well — masturbating. Wasn't that right? I put my hand on Masha's mons pubis or directly upon her pussy to be very close and to experience her gentle masturbation up close. The little girl closed her eyes and listened to our whispering.

A bombshell.

I don't remember how it all came about. "When I flew home from Canada, I was convinced I was pregnant by you, Jack." It caught me completely off guard. "Monika!" I screamed. She nodded, Yes, Monika. My thoughts tumbled wildly. "I can see how gently, softly and lovingly you fuck the little one, Jack. Just like you did fuck me back then." Monika's voice was calm and unexcited. She was in control of the situation from the start, I just had to do what she had planned for me. I tried to get back on my feet, even though I was sunk up to my hips in mud.

So I flew home with shaking knees, I consciously wanted a child by you, Jack. My mother had died during the Olympics, and my dad was waiting for me with the funeral. I kissed Mom's deathly pale face for the last time before the coffin was closed. The two of us were left alone. "I'm pregnant, Dad!" I said quietly and his tears dried up. That was good news, his sorrow-filled face lit up. He hugged me for a quarter of an hour, he held onto me tightly. A ray of hope.

From then on I slept in Mom's place next to him, he ignored me in silence when I masturbated at night for hours. The pregnancy had thrown my hormones into disarray and I had immense carnal desire. It took a few days before we fucked each other. Dad had never touched me before, not even saw me naked. The thought of incest weighed on his conscience for days until he came to terms with it. We fucked every night until he was exhausted and several times during the day. Of course I went easy on him at his age and he didn't have to ejaculate every time. I slept with him until he died of a broken heart nine months later. I was alone.

All three gynecologists I consulted were of the same opinion. It was a false pregnancy. It could take up to 9 months for my body to come to its senses again. Dad had married me to his friend's son immediately after I returned home, so that I shouldn't have an "child out of wedlock". Robert Monk, my new husband, let me continue to fuck Dad, because my old man needed comfort, attention and sexual relief. I was happy to be fucking two men at the time, my disturbed desires needed that. And Robert was of the opinion that we should have an "open marriage" without the vow of marital fidelity, which was chic, modern and not very common at the time.

Robert didn't really care whether I was pregnant or not. He was rich and his only job was managing the estate. I had gotten lucky, really lucky. And — he loved to party. Hardly an evening went by without a little celebration, a little party. He kindly persuaded me to fuck with his guests and friends. From the very beginning, I loved fucking and being fucked at these parties "in public". I usually got through it with several guys, even a dozen. Until then, I didn't know that I had a strong exhibitionist disposition, among other things.

Some evenings, as if in a frenzy, I would fuck half a dozen or a whole dozen guys in these rounds, and now I also got to know girl sex because some of the women discovered my lesbian disposition. I really loved cuddling with girls and clitlicking, Jack. I really loved being fucked in front of everyone or having my clit licked publicly. I made it clear to everyone that I would not allow myself to be photographed or filmed, but hundreds of photos of me were circulating, which Robert kindly provided for me. I said goodbye to Dad without thinking about how my liberal lifestyle affected him. One morning he didn't wake up; he had followed Mom. Now I was alone with Robert.

When Dad died, I had to think very intensely of you, Jack. I bought myself a place in the swimming association with large donations, and I was always incredibly close to you during that time and afterwards. If I had reached out my hand, I could have touched you, but I didn't, I stayed hidden. Thanks to the open marriage, I could let myself be fucked as often as I wanted, by whoever I wanted, and I let myself be fucked, by God! I let hundreds of men fuck me, there were certainly some good studs among them and I didn't suffer from any sexual deprivation. That were beautiful, exciting and sexually fulfilling years, Jack. And I was able to follow your career up close, your countless love affairs as well as the end of your sports career. I still loved you, Jack, I knew it for sure, but I didn't tell anyone about it, not even Robert. He would have sneaked you into his parties and let you get lost in the mass of fucking guests, I was sure of that. And that's exactly what I didn't want, you were always something special to me, my first, the father of my never-born child, my love. That's how it was, Jack.

Then came a turning point in our party life. Robert was reported for deflowering and raping a 12-year-old girl. The court acquitted him almost immediately, he must have given away a few banknotes, I suspected. Because I knew he had done it. A 12-year-old! I spoke to the child several times in private. She was very provocative in her manner and had certainly not let Robert take her by surprise, but had done it herself, lured him between her thighs. An immature, stupid goose, with a precocious body. It was her foolish mother who dragged Robert before the judges.

Despite the acquittal, something in Robert had been destroyed. He lost all desire to organize fuck parties. Instead, he brought young women into our marital bed, and I was happy to join in. It started with 20 to 25-year-old beauties. He fucked them well and I loved having girl sex with them. I had to take most of them by surprise, even using gentle force, because they weren't familiar with girl sex. Robert got incredibly horny again while watching us and immediately plunged himself into the girl's fuckhole again. We only stopped when we were both exhausted, by which time the girl was already completely worn out and let herself be fucked and licked exhaustedly. This threesome was something completely new, and I enjoyed it. Fucking Robert was usually enough for me, sometimes I also took a lover or a one-night stand, that was enough for me. I really liked pouring sex over a girl or a young woman, she having endless sex — fucking with Robert, and me licking her to ecstasy and exhaustion, again and again. For years we did.

But the girls gradually got younger and younger.

I didn't recognize the signs straight away. I was his good companion, who held the girls in her arms, comforting and caring, while he deflowered and fucked them. I have no idea how he found so many untouched virgins; I didn't ask myself or him any questions. I was his willing buddy, I only made the best of it. But gradually it began to seep through my alcohol haze that the girls were getting younger from month to month. I had to comfort and calm them, make sure in a motherly way that they didn't feel abused or like dirt. I was pretty good at that, because I knew instinctively how to treat them so that the damage was limited. And — to tell the truth — I enjoyed seducing the young girls myself. I was equally guilty, Jack, I know that very well. I masturbated the little clits to get the child excited, I guided Robert's cock to the entrance of her fuckhole and held his shaft when he pierced the hymen. Yes, I still held his shaft when he fucked the little one. It was a powerful feeling, the feeling of being a queen when he squirted inside and I was still holding his cock. It was me who made his sperm squirt inside her fuckhole!

Of course I spoke to Robert about it. Of course I reproached him for constantly repeating what he had confessed to in court. On the one hand he was contrite for a few days, but the wolf in sheep's clothing couldn't really stand it. I tried to drink less, because the alcohol smoothed the waves of my bad conscience. I held out for half a year, I shouted and scolded Robert, I threatened him. Seducing and fucking girls, 12 and 13 year old girls, was definitely a disgrace. — So I went to see my lawyer.

I took Robert to court. I was one of the important witnesses and I owe it to my lawyer that I didn't got imposed a sentence. My carefully kept list put a lot of pressure on the sentence, the three judges were all older, humorless people who didn't let Robert get away this time. Robert's attempts at bribery didn't work this time, on the contrary. All in all he got 12 years in prison, of which he has to serve at least 10. I had long since become estranged from him, I wanted to put an end to his atrocities and filed for divorce. I pocketed more than half of his assets and was now rich and free again.

I hatched a plan. For a few banknotes, Jörg called in sick and hired you, Jack, as his substitute coach. I didn't go any further with the planning, everything else had to be improvised. Of course I arranged everything, so that we could sleep in the only double bed, for example. But I didn't want to reveal myself right away, I'm apparently a bit sneaky. A little bit.

I was very pleased that you, like me, don't care about some social norms. You fuck with everyone here, with me, Wawranek, Franziska, Jeanette and now also with little Mascha. I don't know any pathological jealousy, and if something bothers me, then that's probably how it is. But as far as Mascha was concerned, I hoped that you weren't a predator like Robert. Was I mistaken, Jack?

I had already put my arm over Monika's shoulders for a long time, and now I hugged her tighter. There was a cliff to avoid. "I'm not an innocent lamb, Monika. But I'm not a predator either. You should know that I've fucked a lot of young girls, and I've even deflowered one or the other of them. But I never stalked these children, I never actively seduced a single one, lured her in the abyss. I only fucked those who wanted to be fucked with more or less strong persistence. The youngest was 13, I must admit, and she was not an isolated case. But I'm not a wolf in sheep's clothing, but a pretty simple-minded fool, as you yourself said. Catching a simple-minded fool is a common girl's sport, at least in school, I can tell you that. As a professor of geography and history, in my early 30s, and a stupid fool at that — I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

Monika looked at me from the side. "Can you promise me that ..." and I immediately interrupted her rudely. "No, no empty promises. The day before yesterday I deflowered Mascha, have you already forgotten that??" I was sad, but sane. I don't like lying, I prefer to take the direct route. The route where you usually end up with a bloody nose.

I had to manage my sexual powers well. Fucking 4 women and a girl every day is something you have to be prepared for. Monika didn't put the handcuffs on me anymore, we never talked about it. I fucked Mascha every morning as soon as she woke up, she got the full load of my morning boner squirted into her. But it wasn't physically demanding, she was happy with masturbating to her orgasms and didn't demand more. She had followed my advice and let Hansi and Kim fuck her. She didn't like Hansi's quick ejaculation at all and ignored him. Kim, on the other hand, was aware of his luck and fucked Mascha very well and conscientiously, she said.

Monika only fucked me and sometimes Kim too, when she felt like it. She also said that the taciturn Kim could fuck well. I relaxed during the day, Hansi and Kim listened to me when I had something to say. After all, I used to take part in the Olympics, no less. I made sure that Mrs. Wawranek stuck strictly to the diet guidelines, which were not invented by me, but by the swimming association, and they had good people. I put Wawranek down more than once, so she stuck strictly to the guidelines.

I was right. Hansi didn't get any higher than 11th place at the Olympics in Mexico, Kim at least came 4th. Jeanette had sat in the front row, in an ultra-tight miniskirt and, with a bright red face, had agreed not to wear any panties. The adrenaline rush catapulted Kim into fourth place, Coach Jörg and the association were extremely satisfied.

I gave up my job in Munich and moved to Monika in Nuremberg. I taught geography and history at the high school for another 20 years. It was inevitable that I would be conquered by my young students, so my debt account in the heaven of the little virgins was constantly increasing, but I didn't bother Monika with my sexual defeats. Almost every student I tutored conquered me and let me fuck her, with a satisfied Cheshire Cat's grin. I was fine with it, who could I complain about? I never made romances out of it, I was careful about that, I'm not stupid. So far I really enjoyed the "open marriage". I retired at 50 and tutored for another 10 years. I fucked all the girls who wanted to be fucked, but none under 13, I swear!

"Monika," I said right at the beginning, "a man who has once fucked a willing, hot 13-year-old has lost his soul forever. It digs itself deep into his soul, and he will always search for her's! It is something special to make a girl hot who has never been hot before. Gently and delicately piercing the hymen is very different from hardened demi-vierges, I know the difference. The firts-time girl is like a golden chalice when you fill it for the first time. You will never forget it."

Monika looked at me for a long time. She knew me well enough to know that I was serious. "I understand. You are and will always be a fool-to-be-conquered, I can live with that. But if you mutate into a wolf, into a predator, I will show no mercy. I mean it. Are we still on the same track, darling?" I nodded. "I can swear that to you, Monika. I will never be a predator, never!"

It was a good thing, because I started to get my first grey hairs, and they worked like an aphrodisiac. I sent more than one away because she wasn't yet 13. My debt account in the heaven of the little virgins grew and grew steadily, but I kept my word to Monika, ironclad.

Robert was released after 10 years, but he relapsed and spent many more years in prison. Poor guy.

Monika and I lived in modest prosperity, we went on holiday or journeys 2 or 3 times a year. No, we never got married and Monika didn't have any children, although she would have liked to have children. She adopted a Vietnamese orphan girl, Lai, a very pretty, bright and sexually eager young lady. She was already 13, but she had no idea about sex. She was traumatized, always afraid at night and came to us in the double bed when we had finished fucking. Monika showed her how to masturbate, which was really good for our daughter. She learned everything very quickly and claimed stubbornly the task of inserting my cock deep into Monika's fuck hole. So Lai became our "penetration assistant". Monika and I agreed not to deflower Lai until she was 14, if the little one wanted it. (Yes, she did.) Monika had Mascha in mind as a positive example.

I'll write about Lai's lush love life another time.

You can still keep a few little secrets to yourself, right?

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