Pandora 4.0

Actually, I lived with my mother, Ragnhild, alone on our planet Pandora 4, the most beautiful planet in the Pandora system. My father, Hendrik IV, the planet's richest merchant, was constantly traveling with his small mounted army to conquer new territories and expand and consolidate his power. We lived in the capital, Nea Dania, and you could say my father would be the king, if we had such a thing as kings on this planet. There were only merchants as the ruling class, along with citizens and the native Pandorans, on our tropical planet.

Mama and I had a very close relationship. She was my father's fourth wife, 29 years old, and had given birth to me when she was just a baby girl. Our household, our palace, was run by dozens of servants, and Mother was a good, generous mistress who nevertheless managed the house quietly and discreetly from behind the scenes. Her main task was to raise me well and teach me everything I needed to know. Sometimes she brought in professional tutors and wise men, because I was not only to learn to read and write, but to receive a thorough education. If he were ever to pass away, Father used to say, I would have to continue ruling his kingdom. I had known this since early childhood and, in principle, agreed. Learning was always exciting and interesting, and if my mother or the teachers noticed that I was bored with a topic, they immediately changed the material to keep me engaged.

My mother was a quiet, shy person. Especially in matters of sex, which were so freely and uninhibitedly practiced on our planet, she was very reserved, without being bigoted or frigid. When Father came home for a few days, he would carry Mom in his arms to the bedroom and fuck her for hours with pure pleasure. I usually stood in the slightly ajar doorway and watched them. Mom always thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by Dad like a rabbit whose cock was wildly jumping on her every five minutes. No, she took great pleasure in it, and I could hear her soft, satisfied little cries and her greedy gasps, because she really wanted to be fucked by him. Dad was her first and only husband. She married him as a virgin, and she loved telling me all about it, in great detail, from losing her virginity on their wedding night to the wild sexual escapade on their honeymoon to Pandora Prime, a place practically inhabited only by neo-Americans, where the guests reveled in luxury and abundance. To be honest, I was quite jealous.

No, Mom didn't sleep around like most other women. It was actually very rare, maybe three or four times a year, that she helplessly and desperately gave in to a suitor and let him have sex with her for a few days or a week. She was always shy and passive and only breathed a sigh of relief when her pursuer took his hat and left. To be honest, I always watched them from my hiding place when she was being fucked, and I was really jealous. Because Mom belonged to me, and only to me.

I don't say this without reason. Mom and I always had the first few hours of the day to ourselves, as long as I could remember. We would sit side by side under the warm spray of the shower, Mom would put an arm around my shoulder and gently stroke my penis. That's how I learned to ejaculate, and Mom said a boy had to ejaculate every day, otherwise it would rot and stink inside him. Of course, she had shown me her private parts and explained everything perfectly. Mom only masturbated rarely, maybe every two weeks, and when I was little, I wasn't allowed to watch at all. But as I got older, I was allowed to, and so I learned exactly how girls, virgins, wives, and even old widows masturbated. Mom's big green eyes had a special gleam when her body demanded masturbation. I would sit on the floor between her legs and watch the fascinating spectacle. Most of the time, Mom would close her eyes to immerse herself and concentrate on masturbating. She had told me that she had learned to masturbate from her grandfather, who often masturbated her when she was a little girl, while she sat on his lap and he had taken off her panties. Grandma shook her head every time, because even in the sexually uninhibited society of Pandora 4, children were actually taboo. But she didn't stop Grandpa. Only when he wanted to have sex with Mom did she intervene sharply. A virgin would be a good catch, so he was never allowed him to really have sex with Mom, only a little bit on the outside.

As I got older, I was sometimes allowed to have sex with Mom in the shower. She patiently showed me what to look for, where to find a girl's G-spot, and how I had to make sure I lasted until she had an orgasm before I was allowed to ejaculate inside her. Of course, she explained everything about contraception to me, and she herself used contraception, of course, so as not to pass off a cuckoo child from one of her suitors as Dad's. She would never have done that. So I could ejaculate inside her without hesitation; she would never get pregnant without Papa's permission. And here I must admit, I loved fucking Mama two or three times a week. It felt divine, much better than a handjob. Mama didn't allow me to fuck our maids back then. I was the future master and absolutely could not fuck my employees, I had to accept that. Of course, I looked under the maids' skirts, but I didn't touch any of them. I understood Mama's argument perfectly well.

Then came my 16th birthday. Dad came and threw me a big party. Of course, my friends were invited, and the local girls dragged me into the bushes so I could fuck them. Mom had never forbidden it, anyway. Dad came out into the garden and waited patiently until I'd finished fucking the hot Henriette. Then he took me aside. "I'm glad," he said softly, "that you've become a young man. I've spoken with Ragnhild about her bringing you some candidates so you can choose a bride. It's about time you started your own family; 17 or 18 at the latest would be perfect. So, try them all out and decide for yourself, otherwise I'd have to choose one, and I don't really want to do that. Agreed, son?"

I was still quite dazed and out of breath because I'd probably fucked a dozen girls in the bushes. And because I was confused that Father had watched. He was already well over 60 and keen to position me for success. He had insisted that I have teachers who taught me business and governance. They called it management. We'd already had a few conversations where he was trying to gauge whether I could take over his empire. Yes, I wanted to, and I assured him I would be a good manager. And he was very pleased, indeed. But the idea of ​​marriage was new and somehow unsettling. I had my mother, I thought to myself, I don't really need a wife of my own. Father looked at me seriously. "Yes, Ragnhild is a good mother, I can see that in everything she does. She's taken good care of your sexuality and taught you many things, as all mothers do around here. But, my son, she's my wife, not yours. You understand that, don't you? It's time you looked around and chose someone. No matter who she is, I guarantee you'll have her. It doesn't matter who her family is — I'll give her to you once you've decided. I'd prefer it if you found someone who loves you back, just as Ragnhild loves me. A love match is best, believe me." I nodded, because Papa was right. He was wise, experienced, and had been with many women. I could trust his judgment. "Yes, Father," I said after a while, "I sense that you're worried about my future. I'll do everything I can and let Mama guide me if that's what you want." I paused briefly. "And thank you for not sending me away from home at 16 like other fathers do, so I can become a man in a distant land. That touches me deeply, Dad. I will do my best and not disappoint you, I promise. Mom will guide me, and I will obediently follow her."

Dad had given me my own horse, a very young mare. The horses on Pandora had beautiful brown coats and were good riding animals. They had six nimble legs, were easy to train, and remained loyal to their master for life. They could learn more than two dozen commands and were obedient, brave, and loyal like dogs. I named her Rihana and spent the next few weeks training her together with the stable master.

After my 16th birthday, I wanted to fuck Mom every morning. She smiled quietly and took me in her arms. I had to fuck her two or three times in the morning until my loins finally gave way. She looked at me seriously. "Dad wants you to sleep with lots of girls and choose a wife. That's important, and she doesn't just have to be good in bed, my son. She has to have character, be a little educated if possible, and above all, she has to adore you. Without love between you, nothing will come of it, that's 100% true and the most important thing." I nodded. I loved Mom's way of being shy and reserved during sex, and I wanted someone like her. Many of my middle-class girlfriends were far too aggressive in their pursuit of me, and it repelled me a little when they had a loose tongue and talked in a really filthy way, like stable hands. I didn't want someone like that.

Mom and I discussed for a long time how we were actually going to go about it. I confessed to her that I was constantly chasing after our maids, peeking up their skirts. And yes, there were a few who were happy to show off their jewels to me, the little prince.

She smiled and agreed after hearing my arguments. I wanted to start with older, more experienced women, sort of as practice. Only after some time, once I had gained more experience with the older ones, did I want younger women. And, importantly, I also wanted to sleep with some of her quiet, shy friends, who were similar to her in their ways. She had a hard time with this. Her friends were quiet and shy, that was true. But they were married and faithful to their husbands, and that would be a big problem for most. But I persuaded Mom not to just give it a half-hearted try, but to really commit. Mom needed some time to think it over. And so began the adventure of finding a bride.

But Mom did a great job. In the mornings, two or three married women would come over, wanting to lie down with me. Mom and I would leisurely undress them and lay them on the wide double bed. I took my time, first observing their hairy or shaved vulvas. Somehow, it seemed to me that these experienced women had much fleshier, fuller vulvas and thick, swollen labia than my playmates with their naked, small, sweet vulvas. Since Mom herself was always shaved, I was initially amazed by the hairy vulvas of these women. Most had large, full breasts like Mom; only a few had small or wilting breasts. But I didn't pay much attention to that. Of course, I only wanted to fuck them, nothing more. These weren't potential brides, just objects to relieve my loins. We discussed this at length, because Mom didn't like it when I saw women only as objects. But that's how it was. So, every morning, I fucked two or three of the married or widowed women. I felt my penis throb properly and honorably, even if it sometimes took a longer break until it was ready again. Mom smiled and whispered that this was perfectly normal and okay.

Mama sat calmly and relaxed at the edge of the bed while I turned my attention to the women. I insisted that those I wasn't currently fucking masturbate while they waited. A few found this odd, some even disgusting, but I insisted. So, while I was fucking one of the women, the other, or both, had to masturbate diligently. I stared into their wide-open cunts and at their fingers dancing over their clits; Mama just smiled quietly. I reveled in watching them work towards orgasm after orgasm as I watched and fucked the woman beneath me in a steady rhythm. Mama smiled and nodded; everything was as agreed.

Mama had managed to persuade one or another of her friends every afternoon. They were quiet and shy women, just like Mama. They didn't prostitute themselves like most women in the town; they were faithful to their husbands. I knew them all; they usually came surreptitiously in the afternoon to make lesbian love with Mom. Mom usually let me watch secretly because she wanted me to experience everything there was to know. For Mom, lesbianism wasn't cheating on her husband; it was simply a sexual game between women. And she readily admitted that mutual masturbation and clitlicking gave her great physical pleasure; the orgasms were in no way inferior to those from sex with a man.

If Mom was forced to submit to an insistent admirer, she naturally got the double bed in the afternoon; she didn't order any middle-class women over for sex then. We were in complete agreement about that. I sat on the edge of the bed and stayed there while Mom had to let the pushy man have sex with her. Most didn't care; to the others, I made it clear that I was Ragnhild's protector and would therefore stay so that he wouldn't treat her roughly or cruelly. Only one man stormed off in a huff, but Mom and I didn't really care. Instead of him, I fucked her, since we very rarely fucked in the double bed.

Mom smiled quietly and understandingly as I bent down to watch the gentleman's penis part her labia gently and considerately. Mom categorically rejected brutal and wild fucking; everyone had to abide by that or be content with a sloppy handjob. Mom was very selective about her lovers, I could tell every time. She responded to his thrusting; they fucked in sync, and the gentleman patiently continued until Mom had an orgasm. Then he was allowed to grab her hips, fuck her a little faster and more wildly, and then ejaculate inside her. My heart pounded until the guy came. He usually left quickly, so I lay on top of Mom and fucked her again; she loved that. I had always wondered how many times Mom could orgasm in a row. She smiled and whispered that she could maybe do it a hundred times in a row, then she laughed sweetly.

One day I told Mom I'd like to fuck a local, a Pandoran. Mom fell silent immediately. Then she took my hand as she always did when she wanted to discuss something serious with me. "Pandorans are very similar to us humans, yet fundamentally different. They are very tall, around 3.40 meters or more. Their skin is bluish, they wear their hair braided, and the end of this braid has a kind of antenna-like function, but unfortunately, I know very little about that. They have large, oval eyes like the Chinese, and their language has nothing in common with ours. Nevertheless, they are very human-like in many ways."

"Perhaps I haven't told you, but when I was already pregnant with you, I always accompanied your father on his expeditions. That's how the Pandorans, who were then our enemies, captured me and kept me for about 10 days. The warriors, magnificent, muscular fellows, fucked me day and night, almost without a break. There must have been more than 100 of them; I didn't count, and some of them fucked me again and again. At first, it was terrible; the Pandoran penises are three times the size of ours, but... They only fuck briefly and then ejaculate endlessly. But even after the first few guys, I had orgasms, wonderful orgasms. That was the good side of captivity; I didn't miss freedom much back then. I had plenty of guys to fuck and have orgasms with, and I soon got used to it. A few of them spoke Danish like us and kept me informed about the progress of the negotiations. Father released 50 captured Pandorans and got me back practically unharmed. That was my only experience with the Pandorans."

Mama looked at me intently. "And you really want to fuck a Pandoran woman, my child?" I nodded. Everyone was raving about how great the Pandorans were to fuck, and now I really wanted to know. Mama swallowed hard. "I know a pub where Pandorans meet. I'll try, I really will." A few days later, she came with a Pandoran woman; she was huge, twice as tall as Mama. But she was friendly and spoke a little Danish. "So you're the prince who wants to learn about Pandoran lovemaking?" she asked in broken Danish. I nodded, and Mom and I led her into Mom's bedroom. Enaa, that's roughly what her name sounded like, had to bend down low because our ceiling wasn't very high. She patiently let Mom and me undress her; she was wearing only a kind of metallic bra and a magnificently decorated loincloth. She had large, full breasts with violet-pink nipples, which were actually very pretty to look at, only her pale blue skin seemed a little disconcerting.

Enaa grinned as my hand curiously explored her bottom. "It's only for riding and pooing, not for sex. This." She turned to me grinning and spread her labia wide. "This is for sex, for nothing else, just for sex. This." I stared, speechless, at her jewels. She had curly, dark blue pubic hair around her labia and her large cunt. She grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the bed. Quick-wittedly, Mom took my cock in her hand and rubbed it until it was hard. "We women have to get our men ready first, you understand that." Enaa nodded; yes, she'd experienced that many times before, this. Mom guided my stiff cock directly to Enaa's cunthole. "There, my son, now you can."

That fucking with Enaa stayed with me for the rest of my life. My cock slid easily into Enaa's wet, moist cunthole; it felt really good. She smiled, and it seemed to me she smiled haughtily. "You humans have pretty small cocks; I've had plenty of them inside me. And they always just want to thrust, but it's not necessary at all. Just stay calm and learn, observe. It will be new for you, this." So I left my cock in her wet and moist hole and waited to see what would happen. Enaa closed her eyes, and I felt her large clit move of its own accord. First slowly, then faster and faster, and Enaa began to pant, it seemed to me. Then she seemed to shudder violently and opened her eyes. "That was my part of the sex, this." I felt her vaginal muscles close tightly around my cock. "Now it's your turn, my prince. Just you wait." And her vaginal muscles rubbed my penis like during a handjob, except she didn't lift a finger herself. She grinned crookedly. "That's what we do with our husband, for about two hours, and let him ejaculate inside us ten or twelve times. That's how we do it. That's how sex is in Pandora, this." And indeed, her vaginal muscles continued to rub me, and she let me ejaculate inside her, once, twice, and three times. By the fourth time, my penis had gone limp. Enaa looked at me sharply. "Other human men can only go once or twice, but you four times. You seem to have a better penis than these, my prince." Here ended my adventure with a Pandoran woman; I felt no desire to repeat it. Mama led Enaa out and gave her some banknotes for the cab.

The fucking of the townswomen in the morning and Mom's girlfriend in the afternoon went smoothly, like a slowly flowing river, without any highs or lows. I was in the process of fucking all the townswomen, and Mom approved. "Once you rule the town, all these women will look up to you. That will give you power, even power over their husbands." But then what happened with Uncle Erik happened. Erik, the beardless one, Dad's unloved stepbrother. Dad never spoke about that good-for-nothing, never invited him to any of our parties, and simply ignored the guy.

One day, this Erik showed up. Dad was off on one of his raids in the mountains, and Mom was far too soft to turn the guy away. He only wanted to stay for the weekend; he'd be leaving Tuesday morning. Mom agreed. That's how the unfortunate fellow came to our palace.

I didn't wake up in the night when Erik crept into Mom's bedroom and took her. I only saw her tear-filled eyes in the morning. She sat like a petrified statue in the warm shower, staring blankly at the tiled floor. I asked and asked, and then the truth stammered out of her mouth. I was horrified and furious because he had practically raped her, three times in a row. Mom wiped the tears from her eyes. "He could have asked politely, but no, he took me without asking and by force, like the lowest of the low." I was inconsolable and felt great pity for Mom. But then she smiled again, saying her body had responded with three splendid orgasms, and she really couldn't complain. But I was furious and screamed that I would beat him up, the bastard! Mom brought me back down to earth. "No, my dear," she said, trying to smile, "he's my husband's brother, and if he had asked nicely, I would have let him, of course. That's just how we do things according to our customs." I calmed down and promised to talk to Erik.

But I lost it when I looked into Erik's sly and treacherous eyes when I went to see him hours later. I may only be 16, but I'm already a man. I grabbed him by the throat and gave him three really hard slaps in the face. The sound of my hand on his face must have been heard all the way to the courtyard. "You raped Mom three times in the night, you filthy dog!" I screamed as I punched him three times hard. Erik was no match for me; he was only half the weight of Dad and physically far weaker than me. I let go of him and kicked him again in the shin. It must have hurt him; I saw tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "Yes, you're Dad's brother and you have certain rights, you bastard. I'm aware of that. But around here, you ask politely, court your sister-in-law, and ask her humbly for a dance. I don't care what kind of cave you grew up in, but here you'll behave like a gentleman or you can pack your bags, man. I mean it!" Erik cowered like a beaten dog; I had the upper hand. I had given him some solid slaps and made the situation perfectly clear. My anger had dissipated.

Erik looked at me with his sly eyes. "You're saying if I ask her nicely and sweetly, then I'd have a chance?" I looked at him. A small, whining dog. My mistake was not beating him any further, I know that now. I nodded. "Erik, here's how it works," I began. "First, you apologize to Mama for last night. Second, you politely ask for her favor this afternoon, and you will accept her decision, whether it's a yes or a no. In the afternoons, I usually sit by her bed when she receives a gentleman, for her safety. That's our ironclad rule. And if she doesn't want you, then I'll help you pack, Erik."

It's due to my youth that I didn't notice or misinterpret his sly look. Erik nodded and said, "Come on, let's go to Ragnhild's. I'll apologize properly, boy." So I went with him to Mom, who was rolling up the screen reading foil when we stood before her. She looked at me in surprise. I lowered my gaze. "Yes, Mom," I whispered, "I gave Erik a little smack, and I'm not sorry." Mom looked at me silently, then nodded. Erik, the idiot, bent his knee and apologized properly. Mom looked at him with disgust at first. "Stand up, Erik," she said in her gentle way. "We only kneel when we're in church, here on this planet." Erik stood up. "The boy was right to slap me. I was acting like I do at home, where we just take the girls without asking. I'm sorry, I should have behaved myself. Forgive me, sweet Ragnhild!" Mom had a soft heart, a very generous one. Her pain, her anger had vanished. She understood that Erik came from the lowest social classes, where women were simply taken. She knew that. She patted the bench beside her. "Come, Erik, sit with me. Let's talk like reasonable people."

I remained standing beside them. I could read Mom's face like a book. She hadn't had a lover in weeks to fuck her in the afternoons, and I could see how aroused she became thinking about last night. I knew instantly what would happen next. Erik took Mom's hand. "Ragnhild, sweet sister-in-law, on the one hand, I was completely wrong; your son explained it to me perfectly. On the other hand, you are my brother's lovely wife, and your wonderful figure makes me think of only one thing." I stared at the wooden floor. There was no turning back for Mom. I listened for a while to Erik's rambling, as he charmed Mom completely. Mom's cheeks were flushed. "You know, Erik," she said, "I only receive my gentlemen in the afternoons, and I always insist that my son be present to watch over me, my virtue, and my safety." I hadn't been jealous for a long time when Mom slept with a gentleman; that was okay. Mom's cheeks grew even redder as she explained to Erik that she was happy to participate in almost everything with her gentlemen. She just wouldn't let them fuck her from behind, she explained; only dogs do that. But otherwise, gladly. Sometimes she would just use her hand on him or let him ejaculate in her mouth; that was perfectly fine. And if he was good at fucking, he was welcome to ejaculate inside her after her orgasm; she used contraception and was therefore well protected.

Yes, it was actually Mom herself who invited Erik into her double bed. I trotted after them and sat down in my spot at the edge of the bed. Mom undressed Erik with shining eyes and tore her clothes off before they both sank down onto the mattress. Erik didn't pay any attention to me at all, and that suited me just fine. I stared at his cock; compared to his build, it was enormous, definitely bigger than Dad's. I found that remarkable. Mom took his cock in her hand. "Oh, Erik, it really is very big!" she whispered with moist, shining eyes. Then she lay on her back and guided his cock. I leaned forward, Erik's cock now slid between Mom's labia, parting them, and I was afraid the cock would be too big for Mom's small tight cunthole. But it opened willingly and swallowed the entire cock with ease. "Be gentle and considerate, Erik," Mom murmured with a sigh as his cock disappeared completely into her cunthole. Erik nodded and murmured, "Yes, certainly!" Then he began to fuck Mom hard and powerfully.

Mom came faster than usual, and now she whispered, "You can squirt now, Erik!" He grabbed her hips, thrust quickly and wildly, and spilled it inside her. He stayed on top of her and whispered that he needed to go again, that his cock was still hard. That was true; he fucked Mom a second and then a third time. He waited patiently until she had an orgasm and only came when she allowed him to. Mom let him go. She was truly satisfied and released him. She smiled with rosy cheeks, "You can go now, Erik, leave me alone with my son!" Erik gathered his clothes and disappeared.

I lay down next to Mom. She whispered, "That really excited you, I can see it clearly," and then she pulled down my pants, my cock flopping out, wet and dripping. "Come on," Mom said, smiling, "let's see how we can relax you!" We fucked with great pleasure, Mom had her fourth orgasm, and I was allowed to cum inside her. We lay silently next to each other. "Your Uncle Erik has no idea where a woman's G-spot is," she murmured, "but it's his big cock that really satisfied me. It's actually amazing." I whispered and asked if I should explain the G-spot to Erik, but Mom waved me off. "Oh, leave him alone. He may be a caveman who rapes women without a second thought, but he's a really good fuck. Leave him alone."

Of course, there was no more talk of Erik moving on. He came down every afternoon to fuck Mom, and she and I got used to it. Just to be on the safe side, I started sleeping at Mom's at night, just in case Erik, the bastard, came around at night. But he didn't. Mom's hand stroked my cock thoughtfully, and we fucked every night more often than ever before. It must have been about ten days before everything spiraled out of control.

That afternoon, Erik had great difficulty ejaculating, no matter how hard he tried. I suspected why; he brazenly slept with our maids without asking permission, he was a caveman, as Mama had said. So he had already wasted all his seed in the maids' holes and hadn't saved anything for Mama, the idiot. Without warning, he started hitting Mama, and I lunged forward to pull the guy back. I grabbed him by the throat and punched him with all my might, my fist against his temple. Erik slumped lifelessly onto the mattress. Mama was alarmed and felt his neck, his pulse. "He's dead," she whispered tonelessly.

We sent a messenger to the city commandant, who came in person. Mama and I described the events to him in separate interrogations. The city commandant nevertheless asked me to voluntarily accompany him to the cell; he would immediately notify my father, who would have the final say. An accident resulting in death, not murder, the commandant emphasized. I wasn't under arrest, but I should remain in his custody voluntarily. I agreed and said goodbye to Mama.

Papa arrived as fast as his horse's hooves could carry him. He glanced at the city commandant. "Well done, Haakon, you acted correctly." Then I had to tell Papa everything, from the very beginning. He listened silently. Then he went home and had Ragnhild recount it to him. The next day he came again. He spoke at length with the city commandant. Then they let me go. Papa said the 10 days in custody were enough; I had only defended my mother and couldn't have known how hard I was capable of hitting. Erik was buried in complete silence; no one came to the funeral.

"What wretched rules we have," Father growled when we got home. "A man can desire his brother's wife; that's an unwritten law. But Erik was a real good-for-nothing, and besides, he raped Ragnhild on the first night three times, the bastard! He shouldn't have done that." Papa was very thoughtful. "By the way, I'm indebted to you for always looking after Ragnhild. She told me. And I'm glad about that; who knows what other man might have killed her in a fit or rage of passion?" Papa took my hand and held it tightly. "I won't shed a tear for Erik. He disappeared into hiding very early on, and who knows how many other crimes he committed. I know you didn't mean to kill him, but it happened. You're a good son; keep watching over your mother." He nodded thoughtfully to himself. "Ragnhild is a quiet and shy woman, but a volcano simmers between her thighs. I knew it when I married her, and I know she's let countless cavaliers slide between her thighs. When an old man like me marries a 14-year-old, he already knows that." He gripped my hand tighter. "Keep guarding your mother well and extinguish the volcano as often as you can, son. I consider it your duty." I looked openly into his face. "Yes, Father, I'll gladly do that."

Papa rode back to his army; I stayed with Mama. We resumed our original routine: Mama would order the burghers' wives or widows in the morning so I could fuck them, and in the afternoon either one of her suitors or one of her shy friends would come and lie down with Mama and me. I found the lesbian lovemaking truly exciting, and afterwards I fucked the quiet, shy girlfriend with devotion and great pleasure. At first, they were very inhibited; they weren't accustomed to betraying their husbands. Shyly and with great anxiety, I was allowed to take them from Mom's arms and charm them. Only when I had caught their clit and gently rubbed it did their fears vanish, and I was allowed to mount them, Mom's gentle and shy girlfriends. These were much better to fuck than the clumsy bourgeois women in the morning, but I insisted that they come back every morning, and the friend in the afternoon. I didn't keep lists, but I think I've probably fucked half the town by now. At night, I slept next to Mom and said that Dad had ordered me to extinguish her volcano with my juices. Mom laughed sweetly. "That's my Hendrik, yes, that's how he is!"

Mom started inviting younger girls over in the mornings. I noticed that most of them had shaved, young pussies, or just a little fuzz above their vulvas. I didn't say anything; half of them were already married or newlyweds. The newlyweds were the best to fuck, I confirmed to Mom, who just smiled gently and quietly. How Mom managed to get these girls to come over to me, she never explained. She just wanted me to have younger pussies to fuck. Now I was deflowering young girls for the first time. Mom was very helpful and showed us both how to do it without much drama or much pain. I still insisted that the waiting girl masturbate right in front of my face, her legs to the left and right of my head, so that I could stare directly into her cunt and at her clit. Mom just grinned; she was used to it. Some of them had to be shown how to masturbate by Mom first, that's how clueless some of them were. But it was a divine sight to watch a young girl masturbate. It always aroused me greatly, and I fucked the child between my thighs with growing ferocity. Mom just smiled and sometimes shook her head, wondering what kind of man I was. But it was okay.

Mom took me in her arms every night. "Because of the volcano," she teased, but she was pleased with how her husband took it that she received gentlemen. As always, I watched over the proceedings when someone was fucking Mom. Instead of jealousy, I now felt an incredibly intense lust when I saw Mom blossom like a rose during sex. I usually fucked her afterwards, once the gentleman had left. Mom was very understanding, because she could see my stiff cock. She smiled gently and let me come.

The middle-class girls who now came in the mornings were younger and younger. Mom was very careful to make sure they weren't children, but only girls of "manly" age. I discovered how easily I fell for one or another. Mom said that was normal; now that I was over 17, girls my own age or a little younger were just right for me. She warned me not to give my heart to one too quickly; I needed to get to know many more young girls. So we continued, but now it was clear: this was a search for a bride. I kept my mouth shut and followed Mom's lead. She knew how it was going to play out, and she watched me and the girls closely. I was grateful that she still invited her friends over for lesbian lovemaking and sex. I knew them all now and enjoyed their quiet and shy demeanor, because they all, in truth, loved being fucked by a strapping young man. They were all dutifully married, and Mom assured me I was the only one having an affair with her friends. I truly enjoyed these bisexual young women, because during sex they all reminded me of my mother and her quiet, shy way of having sex. And I have to admit how exciting it was and how turned on I was by the lesbian lovemaking.

I was already 17 and a half and getting closer and closer to the 18-year age limit. Then Anita came along, and I fell. From the very first moment, I knew that I wanted Anita to be my wife. And so it happened.

Mom started bringing siblings over more and more often, and that included Anita, who came with her older sister Astrid. The two were the daughters of a well-known baker and pastry chef. The baker's wife, whom I had slept with several times months earlier, cared not only about her daughters' sexual purity but also about their education. Mom had recognized this long ago and made sure the baker's wife came to me for sex several times. This wasn't unusual, because if Mom, who always sat by the bed, noticed that I found someone attractive and that she was very good in bed, she would bring her over again and again. And the baker's wife was truly a treat in bed, I have to give her that. And her husband couldn't care less who his wife slept with or when. Mom recognized Anita and Astrid's potential and brought them over one morning.

I asked Anita if she would please masturbate while I slept with Astrid. Astrid, like Anita, who was a year younger, had a soft, reddish-blonde fuzz over her vulva. She'd been sleeping with the neighbor boy for a year, but was very keen to be fucked by me because her mother had praised me so highly. Astrid, like Anita, was very slim, had only small, fairytale-like breasts and loved to masturbate all day along. I just watched Anita, who masturbated delicately and gracefully, from orgasm to orgasm. She masturbated every night until she fell asleep, ever since she was five, Anita whispered. I was captivated by her fair masturbation and fucked Astrid wildly and hard. Astrid came but couldn't reach orgasm, and she said she couldn't orgasm even with the neighbor boy. I halfheartedly ejaculated into Astrid's cunthole and beckoned Anita over.

I only calmed down when she was in my arms. Astrid was now masturbating, but not nearly as smoothly and gracefully as Anita, whose cunt was still burning hot from masturbating. "I'm a virgin," Anita said, "I've never actually been with a boy, well, not really. Of course, I've given them handjobs and let them cum in my mouth," Anita said with a graceful smile. "Ever since Mom raved about how beautiful and good you are in bed, I've wanted you to be my first." Anita noticed my surprise. "Mom and I are very close," she said, smiling. "She usually tells me when she's been with someone other than Dad. She lets Astrid and me secretly spy on her when Dad fucks her; we should learn how it's done early, Mom says. She has quite a few lovers, but I still love her very much!"

I knew from the first moment that Anita was the one, she was the right one. Pure and untouched, but with some experience with boys. She's masturbated every night since childhood and knows exactly when an orgasm feels good. And she chose me to be her first. Mom listened to our whispers, and I saw her eyes light up. Anita knew how it would be to take her virginity, so I gently took her in my arms. "There'll be a little prick," I murmured, and she nodded. "So I never forget my first." Her manner was captivating. Gently and as tenderly as possible, I deflowered her, pushing my cock all the way to the end of her tight little cunthole. "Now I'm your wife," Anita whispered in tears, "I'll never forget this!" My cock rested deep inside her, and I took her face in my hands. "I want to fuck you properly now, Anita, my little wife." Anita smiled. "Yes, that's why I'm here. Do it to me as well as you did to Mom and Astrid, please." I looked up. Astrid was masturbating the "other" way, not like most girls. She held her fingers straight and let her index finger glide up and down like a saw; that was the "other" way. Anita, on the other hand, masturbated like all girls, letting her fingertip dance around her clit and then rubbing the head of her clit very quickly and firmly until she orgasmed. That was also the way her mother, the plump baker's wife Yvette, masturbated. I suspected Anita had learned how to masturbate from her mother.

Now I fucked Anita for the first time. She looked into my face with shining eyes, the little prick of her deflowering long forgotten. Without us having to coordinate, we moved in perfect unison and sync, getting into the flow. I paid attention to Anita's breathing and noticed that she soon began to pant. I had found her G-spot immediately and now drove her up the hill; she ran skillfully and lightly uphill and came quite quickly. I held her tightly in my arms as the orgasm shook and thrashed her. Despite this exertion, her face shone like a polished gold coin. Before her orgasm could subside, I thrust into her again, therefore she stayed at the top, leaping like a kid from peak to peak, pure astonishment on her face. I grabbed her small buttocks and lifted her up so that her cunthole opened wide. And then I came, right in the middle of her little orgasms.

We lay exhausted next to each other. "I've had a thousand orgasms before," Anita whispered, "but never one like this. I was jumping from climax to climax like never before." She put her arms around my neck. "I'm your wife now," she said very quietly, but I saw Mom's ears twitch. "Yes, Anita, I wish you would be my wife forever," I whispered back. Anita nibbled on my earlobe. "Can you do it again?" she whispered, and I nodded. "Yes, but you have to make it hard again with your mouth, okay?" Anita nodded happily and dived down. My cock was still wet, slimy and sticky with our juices, but she took it in her mouth without hesitation, her tongue dancing delicately. "I often do this with the boys when they want it," she breathed. When I was hard, she asked if I'd rather cum in her mouth. "No," I said, "I'd rather fuck you again, if you like!" It was good to know that she liked having cum in her mouth, so maybe another time. Anita pulled me between her thighs and guided my cock. The second round went just as well as the first. I stared into Astrid's cunt in front of my face and at her clit, which she was sawing with her index finger. Astrid hadn't stopped sawing her clit with her outstretched index finger for a second and was now panting with exertion, because she'd already had a handful orgasms. Anita was one of the few girls who could stay on the peaks after the first main orgasm and jump from peak to peak. I was happier than ever.

Before Anita and Astrid left, Anita had one more question. Could their mother, Yvette, come with them tomorrow? I was quite surprised, but I nodded in agreement. I watched the girls parting for a long time. Mom lay down next to me and slowly took off her clothes. "I don't really like using my mouth," she whispered, "so I'm so surprised that Anita has absolutely no problem with it. Truly astonishing." I took Mom in my arms. "Mom, Anita is the one. I don't want anyone else. She's a year younger than me, she just turned 16. She's the one, she's the right one. I want her, only her." Mom was silent for a long time. "I knew it right away, you fell for her in a single second. She's the right age, she was a pure virgin, and she loves you like crazy, you can see it. I know her mother quite well and I know that she had both her daughters well guarded and educated." Mom nibbled at her lower lip. "What bothers me is that Yvette wants to accompany her daughters. She wants you to fuck her again, that's how it looks." I had to laugh quietly. "That's okay, Mom. I'll fuck Yvette, Astrid, and Anita tomorrow; my strong cock can handle it." We debated for a very long time before I lay down between her thighs and extinguished the volcano with my juices.

Yvette, Astrid, and Anita came every morning now. Yvette was small, very plump, and loved to be fucked. She had always sunshine in her heart and smiled always lovely. She always orgasmed easily, and then she'd whisper that I mustn't cum too deep inside her, or she might get pregnant. I didn't really care, and I came as I pleased. After her, I fucked Astrid, but admittedly, only half-heartedly. But Astrid wanted badly to be fucked, she loved the way I fucked her. Yvette knew my preference and was already masturbating with Anita very close to my face. But then it was Anita's turn, and I have to admit, she fucked better than Yvette and Astrid, who were sitting opposite each other masturbating in competition. I whispered in Anita's ear that I would only fuck Yvette and Astrid if she wanted me to. Anita whispered back that as long as we weren't married, I had to fuck them both too; there was no way around it. I nodded in agreement; I was fine with that. That I had thoroughly enjoyed fucking with Yvette in the past months was undeniable, and that didn't change despite my love for Anita.

This went on for about six months; I slept with the mother and both her daughters every morning. Mom accepted my decision, even though we only got together at night, and Dad briefly returned from his campaign so we could celebrate the wedding. I was 18 and Anita almost 17. Dad was overjoyed, especially since Ragnhild had told him everything down to the last detail. Dad was very quickly smitten with Anita and, to be honest, also with Yvette, whose sexuality radiated from her every pore and turned my dad's head. Dad insisted on a big wedding with 350 guests, of whom I only recognized the wives. Anita, like my parents before her, wanted to honeymoon on Pandora Prime; we spent four weeks in this luxurious paradise. We returned with deep tans.

Yvette insisted on spending at least one night a month with us. Anita granted her mother's request, and I was actually quite happy about it. Yvette, the petite, plump pastry chef's wife, was simply divine in bed, and Anita knew it. She started coming more often after we were expecting our first child. Mom and Dad were over the moon about having a grandchild.

During Anita's pregnancy, Yvette stayed overnight every night and let me fuck her day and night because it was becoming increasingly difficult for Anita to have sex with me with her big belly. Anita would hold Yvette tightly in her arms while I fucked her mother many times a day. She was actually very glad that her mother was there for me, and when our son was born, Yvette was the best grandmother anyone could imagine. Yes, she wanted my seed, and she got it as often as I could. Since then, the three of us lived in a ménage-à-trois, and Yvette loved taking care of little Hendrik; she was a wonderful grandmother.

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