The Seduction of Veronica

In the mid‐1950s, 1954, Jack had asked his mother about his father over and over again. She contorted her face and mouth and one day said he had been a British spy who had been executed in 1941. Their marriage was invalid; he had left his wife and child in England, she learned afterward. She had been deceived by him like everyone else, she concluded bitterly. Later, she never spoke of his father again until her death.

Veronica was a naive, uneducated girl and orphan, she entered the convent as a novice at 12. She worked mainly in the food store and in the convent kitchen, cleaning the washing facilities and the 5 bathtubs once a week. She was content with the circumstances and never felt that anything was lacking. She was very obedient and did all the work satisfactorily. The sisters liked the quiet little one and taught her everything that was needed to know as a cook. She received no education except for a few hours of religious instruction in elementary school.

Veronica had no idea about sexuality. Sister Mathilda, her caregiver and roommate, was about 20 years older than her. She had given her a rudimentary explanation of monthly hygiene with her first menstruation, but never went beyond the purely technical. Veronika had never seen another human being naked, neither woman nor man.

That was not so true, but Veronika had erased all that from her memories. First, there was Father Anselm. The Catholic priest came over twice a week from the nearby men's monastery to hear the confessions of sinful sisters. After confessions, weather permitting, Anselm would go to the nearby stream to wash his cock. All the convent women pressed their noses to the windows to watch him do it. Sister Mathilda and Veronika too, she had to tell short‐sighted Mathilda exactly what the Father was doing, twice a week. He went to the stream, took off his sandals awkwardly and flipped up his smock, tucking it into his belt. There's something sticking out in front of him, Veronika said uncertainly, and Mathilda squinted her eyes and said it was the cock. Now he washes the cack very quickly, back and forth and Mathilda clarified, he jerked off. Veronika used the words imitatively, not knowing their meaning. He is still jerking off, Veronika answered the impatient Mathilda. Now too, but much faster, Veronika said. And now he's squirting into the stream, she said excitedly, he's still jerking off and his cock is squirting into the water. Mathilda nodded meaningfully and Veronika said that Mathilda agreed with that. Now it's just dripping a little, the priest shakes his cock a little, Veronika said. Then the Father got into the water up to his calves and washed his cock with water. Mathilda pulled Veronika away from the window, work was calling. But completely naked Veronika had never seen Father Anselm, although they watched him jerk off twice a week.

The other was bathing Friday in the morning. Friday, because in the evening Mathilda had to go to the men's monastery to clean the chapel and do the monks' bidding. When she grew up, she would like to clean the chapel and do the will of the masters, the stupid child babbled, and Mathilda was furious and scolded, you don't know what you're talking about! The two of them sat in the bathtub, facing each other. Mathilda was very tall, with a Rubens‐figure and the largest breasts Veronika had yet seen. There was no soap in these wartime times, the lukewarm water was completely transparent and Veronika could see the deep hole in Mathilda's pee hole clearly. They washed each other and Mathilde checked each time to see if Veronika was still a virgin. Veronika didn't know what it was and what Mathilda was looking for in her pee crevice, but the explanation that she was still thankfully innocent was enough for her. She was thankfully innocent, that was a good feeling. She loved to wash Mathilde's big breasts, and when she grew up, she wanted to have such big fine breasts, too. Mathilde laughed, the lords monks loved those breasts too. She did so with pleasure and Mathilda closed her eyes, it was so fine! Veronika was sure one day she would grow breasts and a clitoris like Mathilda's. Since Mathilda had shown her the clit, she searched underwater for Mathilda's clit and rubbed it exactly as Mathilda had instructed. First slowly, until it was hard, and then very quickly, until Mathilda sighed and jerked, trembling, and her hand stopped.

Mathilda opened her eyes. With one hand she reached into her hole herself and jerked off for a long time with quick movements until she had enough. She didn't care that other sisters were watching her from their bathtubs, shaking their heads. Hypocrites, she muttered, goddamn hypocrites! Veronika didn't like to hear her swearing, but Mathilda was right for once. She had been able to observe time and again how the hypocrites jerked their clits just as vigorously and just as long as Mathilda when they thought they were unobserved. Veronika, of course, always watched them from her hiding place, all jerking off in the bath water, some quickly and briefly, others for a very long time. The few young novices like herself did not jerk off, they had not yet grown breasts and clits. Some of the younger sisters had big, ugly bellies and a baby in there, and they jerked off in the bath water all the time. Then when the baby came out, it went to the orphanage and the mothers were slim and beautiful again and could sneak back into the men's monastery. In the evening she always told Mathilda which sisters had bathed and jerked off. Mathilda always wanted to know that in detail.

After drying off, they both sat naked in their shared cell, Veronika was allowed to sit astride Mathilda's naked lap and fondle her naked breasts, deep hole and especially clit for as long as she wanted. Mathilda especially liked the stroking of her clit very much and told her in whispers what she had had to confess. There were only two things, but Veronika never understood either of them. The first was that she did "it" every night, and the second was that before the chapel cleaning, she lay naked on the bed all Friday night at the will of the dozen monks, Father Anselm was always there too. He giggled there at every confession. He was the one who found out from the beginning that Mathilde loved to fuck. So he ordered her to come to the priests every Friday evening. Veronika didn't understand a word, but she noticed how much the tickle stroking excited Mathilda. Mathilda, moaning, enumerated the names of the monks to her invisible confessor. Mathilda had to uncover her breasts at the end of the confession, Father Anselm opened the wooden grate and caressed her large breasts while repeating the Ego‐Te‐Absolvo a dozen times. His hand also caressed her sex extensively until she climaxed, when there were no sisters waiting to confess. Sometimes even more, Mathilda had to reach over and "do it" Father Anselm with her hand. In the confessional! Mathilda shuddered, in the confessional!

Mathilda was already highly excited when she confessed to Veronika that Father Anselm was fucking quite excellently, Aaah! Veronika had to get off Mathilda's naked lap at this Aaah! and sit nestled next to her, but was allowed to put her face on Mathilda's naked body or her naked breasts. Mostly, though, Veronika squatted on the floor, right in front of Mathilda's hole, and was allowed to watch as she rubbed her pee hole and clit fast and hard. Mathilda's clit was always very small at first, then got a bit bigger and quite stiff. Veronika always watched the clit very closely, it only came out half an inch and was inconspicuously small at first, but as Mathilda's fingers kept teasing it, it became stiff and pointy. Veronika watched very carefully as Mathilda's fingers rubbed the clit from side to side, then up and down again. She became quite excited when Mathilda's finger became fast and faster, then Mathilda pushed her ass up and higher. She would make a loud hissing sound with her lips and slump down. This was very exciting every time. When she was done, Mathilda would drop backwards on the bed and pull Veronika on top of her. Veronika liked this the most, Mathilda pressed their naked bodies tightly together, rubbed and cuddled them very affectionately and rubbed their pee‐pee gaps very tightly and long against each other. She pressed her clit on Veronika's cleft and searched if Veronika already had a clit too, then she rubbed clit and clit together until quite a lot of flashes came, dozens. Mathilda had demanded that she moan pleasantly when the clits rubbed together pleasantly and call out "Now!" when she had the flash. So Veronika moaned again and again when Mathilda pressed her to her buttocks and called out several times, Now! So they had a wonderful and horny afternoon rubbing naked on each other and getting lots and lots of flashes. Veronika loved these Friday afternoons very much, and the body rubbing lasted at least an hour. Then Friday was over, they got dressed and Mathilda dabbed a few drops of perfume under her chin and under her armpits. The perfume was always well hidden under her mattress and Veronika was not allowed to tell anyone. After that, Mathilda went over to the men's convent smelling good and Veronika started scrubbing the bathtubs clean. Friday was the only night when she slept alone, pressing one hand on her pee‐pee and also squeezing her legs all together. She tossed and turned as she did every night before falling asleep until the little flashes twitched through her pee slit all the way to her legs, she loved that and Mathilda didn't mind.

When Veronika first saw Mathilda's big hole, Mathilda asked her to take a good look. Veronika curiously pulled the hole apart and looked inside. It seemed to be wet and very deep. Mathilda was very proud of her hole and Veronika complained that she didn't have a hole like that. Mathilda laughed and said that was good, she should have promised the abbess that the little girl would remain innocent. Just wait until you are as old as I am, said the 36 year old, when you have had about 400 peckers in your pussy like I have, then you will also have a nice big cunt like me. The 14 year old didn't understand a word, was that being to will? Yes, it was 400 or more, Mathilde repeated, Friday night there must be a dozen monks waiting to plow around in my pussy with their wieners. She paused and Veronika said with downcast eyes that she also wanted to go on Friday and let the monks plow with their wieners in her pussy. No way, Mathilda raged indignantly, you lose your virginity when a wiener pokes into your pussy, and from squirting you can have a baby! Ugh! Squirting, Veronika asked, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, squirting like Father Anselm in the brook? Mathilde nodded affirmatively and Veronika shuddered, that must be disgusting! Of course Veronika always asked how it had happened on Friday and Mathilda told her everything truthfully, although Veronika didn't understand a word, except that the monks stuck their peckers into Mathilda's pussy, in out and bang, then they squirted in her pussy. Veronika wanted to know exactly how it was for her, how the wieners poked in her pussy. Mathilda was in her element and told ramblingly and piggy talked how the monkies waited dutifully one after the other to fuck. Most fucked fast as bunnies and and squirted loudly panting. How disgusting, Veronika said, rolling her eyes, then Mathilda continued her tale. Most of them lined up again after fucking to get another turn. Veronika wanted to know where the splattered went, Mathilda laughed up, it just trickles out again. Disgusting, said Veronika, the wieners dipped into the splash of the others, yuck! Every time Veronika wanted to go to the men's monastery and stick the wiener in her pussy and let it squirt, but Mathilda was furious and scolded, she was still too young for it, it would come soon enough! Veronika liked the piggy talk of Mathilda very much and brought the dug in of the Schniedels (cocks) in her Fötzchen (cunt) again and again on the Tapet. Mathilda already wanted to answer something, but she kept silent, it was probably enough of the sexual enlightenment.

Mathilda had explained to Veronika exactly how confession went. With her heart pounding, she went into the confessional, at first a terribly constricting place. Father Anselm looked at her through the bars until she calmed down. Well, what do you have to confess, my daughter? Veronica stammered that he was not her father. Father smiled and said that was how he addressed everyone at confession, they were all daughters in the faith. Veronica nodded, although she did not agree. Well, what sins do you have to confess, he asked and she stammered, none, Father, none! He asked after a while if she touched herself down there? No, never, only before going to sleep. And how? She explained to him exactly how she pressed her hand on the pee‐pee slit and clamped it with her thighs. Then she would roll back and forth until the little flashes came and then she would sleep. Before he could drill further, she added that Sister Mathilda knew about it and approved. He was speechless and time passed. What could he do, he mused aloud, and Veronica blurted out, ego‐prayer still missing, nibbling at her frock and exposing her young‐girl breasts. Father Anselm smirked and murmured, oh Sister Mathilda! and opened the grate. He good‐naturedly groped her small breasts and muttered the Ego‐Te‐Absolvo several times, and Veronika could see quite clearly that he was clutching the stiff cock with his other fist. Then the confession was finished, she pulled the robe into place and left. In the evening she told Sister Mathilda about the confession in detail and was surprised that Mathilda laughed so heartily that tears ran down her cheeks. Veronika murmured bitterly that the adults did not understand anything and never went to confession again.

It was also exciting when Mathilda got a thick pus pimple on her labia. She was too fat and couldn't see the gruesome pimple. She took off her frock and lay naked on the bed. She explained to Veronika how she had to squeeze the pimple. She had to reach deep into Matilda's wet, warm hole with four fingers and push up the pimple from below to squeeze it out with her other hand. Veronika gasped with effort and Mathilda with horniness, finally the pimple began to pop and Veronika thoroughly cleaned off the pus and blood with the towel. She noticed another one and wanted to express it too, but Mathilda laughed and cooed, No, that's my clit! Veronika did not understand a word and did not move. I need the clit to masturbate, Mathilda said, but Veronika shook her head in denial, she didn't understand. For a few moments there was silence, then Mathilda touched the thing with a finger and wiggled it back and forth. First very, very slowly, so that Veronika could see exactly what she was doing. Faster and faster. Mathilda gasped with exertion. Faster still. Mathilda's abdomen twitched as if she were giving birth. She didn't stop until her hole was flapping open and closed like the mouth of a dying fish. Only when it stopped flapping and the hole remained wide open was Mathilda finished. Did she understand, Mathilda asked, and Veronika shook her head in the negative. Mathilda mumbled to herself while getting dressed, why the child did not understand anything like that. Veronika immediately forgot this episode. She never thought of Father Anselm and Sister Mathilda again when she had to leave the convent.

During the war, the convent kitchen supplied the old people's home and the two orphanages until the money ran out and they could not get any more loans. The convent had to close, the sisters went to other convents, the novices were released from all vows and had to fend for themselves. Veronica, soon to be 22 years old, was very lucky. An aunt, to whom she was only distantly related, took her in as a nurse. The old woman owned a large townhouse in the villa district of Unterhaching, and Veronika cared for her until her death a year later. The aunt had no children or other relatives and had left her the house and a considerable amount of cash in her bank accounts.

The large amount of money in the bank came from the aunt's deceased husband, who was an ardent Nazi and had extorted the large amount of money from the Jews. He attacked the Jews with his three thugs, squeezed all the money from them and put it into his own pocket. His gang of thugs took all the valuables and jewelry, then they raped the wives and daughters as they pleased. And he made a tidy profit from the sale of the apartments and houses of the Jews whom he had had transported to Poland. The aunt had never been a Nazi, she just wanted to be fucked by the neighbor once a week and sent Veronika for a walk during that time.

Veronika liked very much to go for a walk once a week when the dear neighbor had come. He always came on the same day at the same time, because that was when his jealous wife went shopping in the city. As soon as he lay down in bed with dear aunt, she stayed there until dear neighbor lay down on dear aunt under the blanket, put his wiener in aunt's pussy, and the two of them wiggled very tightly. Veronika lifted the blanket up to the neighbor's ass to check that Mr. Neighbor had really stuck his wiener in the pussy and was not just pretending. Mr. Nachbar liked it very much when Veronika watched him rub his dick and winked mischievously. Sometimes it was the aunt who rubbed him stiffly. Veronika watched very closely that the pecker was going in and out of Auntie's big hairless hole, just as Mathilda had described it to her. The neighbor proudly showed off his cock and celebrated the insertion very slowly, so that Veronika could see everything very clearly. She stayed with the fucking for the first few months, pushed the blanket up over the neighbor's ass and bent over to watch very closely as the wiener slowly and firmly drove in and out of her aunt's pussy. This usually lasted 20 or 30 minutes, then Mr. neighbor began to gasp and moan. I'm squirting now, Ilse, I'm squirting! he gasped and squirted very laboriously. Veronika loved to watch them, but when the aunt became sicker and sicker after a year, she didn't want Veronika there anymore, although the dear Mr. Nachbar did want her to. Veronika nodded when the aunt gasped that it was all right, he was already doing it right, and that she should finally go goddamn now. She wished them a nice fucking, went off and fed the poor sparrows in the park.

She talked to the bird folk and told them that she was only there because auntie really wanted to be fucked once a week. The sparrows did not understand that, so Veronika had to explain to them, he put his pecker in auntie's pussy and they wiggled. No, she contradicted the sparrows, I have seen it myself many times. She was always there in the first year, because she didn't know Mr. Neighbor well yet and always looked under the covers to make sure that Mr. Neighbor was doing his job properly. She was also ready to intervene if he hurt the sick aunt. But she always felt sorry for him, because he had to make an insane effort to squirt in the pussy. He groaned like the old lumberjack and gasped in agony, I'm squirting now, Ilse! and squirted all strained.

The aunt gradually told Veronika her life story. The dear neighbor fucked with the aunt for a long time, even when the aunt's husband was still alive, but spent a lot of time in the party headquarters and watching the war and fucked with Ilse only in passing. She had given her virginity to the neighbor, Heinz, at 15 and fucked him ever since until now. At 17, they were going to get married because she was pregnant. But she suffered a miscarriage in the 4th month and almost died. Therefore she could never have children of her own and the relationship with Heinz became difficult. At 18, she was conquered by her future husband, a four‐haired party comrade of the first hour, a formidable warrior in a smart uniform. But his wiener was even shorter and thinner than Heinz'. The first time she saw the huge warrior with the much too small dick naked, she laughed hysterically. Their first times were almost like rape, he prevailed and they got married after ten days. He wanted to fuck and squirt in the evening, hastily and quickly, that was it. He had to squirt, but if she needed anything, he didn't care. She became an addicted, obsessive masturbator at that time. They were both younger then, Ilse and neighbor Heinz, and they fucked as often as they could manage. Her husband at the time didn't play much of a role in it, Ilse let his brief fucking roll off her like rain, and he never knew that her heart always belonged to her neighbor. Their marriage vows were not worth the paper, her husband wasted his seed on raping Jewish women. Ilse detested her husband who robbed the Jews, raped their wives and daughters, and sold their houses after sending them to their death. She knew what was happening firsthand from day one. She didn't cry for him for a second when he put a bullet in his head the day after the beloved Führer. His party comrades praised him for how bravely he had followed the Führer to his death. Ilse later learned from an eyewitness that he whimpered, howled and cried in fear for hours. One of his female co‐workers, whom he had brutally raped so many times, simply could not stand the cowardly whining any longer, resolutely brought his lame hand with the gun to his temple and pulled his finger through on the trigger. Well, that wasn't so hard, you cowardly carrion! she screeched loudly before shooting herself in the mouth.

Now the neighbor always hastily set off to await his jealous wife with an innocent expression, hungry for time. She had every reason for her jealousy, because she visited her retired hairdresser in the city to fuck and get fucked and was able to keep it secret until now. There was often little time for shopping, the hairdresser got the money for his services. When the gentleman neighbor had gone, Veronika washed the aunt's pussy until the splashed was gone and dried her pussy. The auntie was very grateful to her and sent her out anyway, because when she jerked off after being fucked, she didn't want Veronika there. Only when she was finished and Veronika listened at the door to hear that she was done, was she allowed to come back in and dry the little hole and the reddened clit again.

Veronika was annoyed that the sparrows jumped away and did not listen. She scattered a handful of grains, then the sparrows came again, pecked and listened again. So, the auntie masturbated mostly in the morning and again in the afternoon, every day, often for hours. Since she was confined to bed, there were only two things for her to do, smoke, drink tea and jerk off. If Veronika remained silent and did not move, the aunt did not notice her and she could watch her jerk off. The aunt uncovered herself until she was completely naked, pulled her knees up and unfolded them. Her little hole was much smaller than Mathilda's, her pubic hair had all fallen out and her body was very wrinkled all over. Her pubic, her sex was just ugly. Her clit stood out mostly stiff and dark red from her vulva, it was visibly highly aroused and quite sore from all the jerking off. She jerked off just like Mathilda, only much slower and she took a very long time. In the end she only wriggled a bit and was very grateful that Veronika was right there and dried her hole and the reddened clit. As time went by, she didn't care if Veronika was present. Meanwhile, the aunt needed two bottles of booze a day to drink her tea. The dear neighbor, who did everything for the aunt, brought booze in quantities and disposed of the empty bottles. He also got the hay‐flower ointment that Veronika applied to her aunt's sore pussy and clit. When the aunt was drunk, Veronika had to smear the clitoris very firmly with the ointment and was not allowed to stop rubbing it in until her legs had wriggled very firmly and for a long time. Aaah, that was good, stammered the aunt and drank on.

In her last four months, the aunt could no longer fuck, she coughed miserably when the dear neighbor lay on top of her and squirted in her pussy. Gradually she saw that fucking no longer worked, the neighbor still came and groped Veronika's pussy while masturbating. The second time she had no underpants on and was naked under her skirt. She hoped the dear Mr. neighbor would finally put his wiener in her pussy. But far from it! Although Veronika had laid down next to her aunt ready to fuck, had flipped up her skirt and spread her legs, the dear man did not get his thing hard. Under the watchful eyes of the terminally ill, he rubbed and squirted on Veronika's cleft from afar. After a few times he managed to stick his soft glans into her vaginal vestibule, rubbing and squirting through the little hole in the hymen into Veronika's pussy. The aunt shouted to him that Veronika was still a real virgin and he must not dishonor her under any circumstances, ever! The neighbor feared the aunt's angry flashing eyes and fearfully watched over Veronika's virginity. Thank God the aunt intervened, she rubbed Veronika's pussy while Heinz stuck in her hymen and masturbated. The aunt made her legs twitch and she got the little flashes. Ilse stopped masturbating Veronika when he started to squirt and held his wiener. That was the real reason why Veronika let him do that to her, because her aunt's rubbing put her in the highest pleasure. Veronika disgustedly wiped off the disgusting squirted with the tail of her skirt. He soon learned how to push his pointed, thin glans all the way through the hole in the hymen and squirt it into her vagina. The aunt held his wiener very still as he squirted. It was very important to him and the aunt that his squirt squirted into her pussy and nothing missed. She told Veronika that the squirting was very good for her pussy. He did this for four months, once a week, sometimes more, until the aunt died. It was disgusting and arousing at the same time, Veronika fantasized about it every night when she rolled around. The silly little birds didn't understand a word, of course.

Veronika told the poor, hungry pecking sparrow folk how badly the aunt was doing because she was smoking like a chimney and her lungs couldn't take it anymore. On her last day she died in an instant while jerking off. She wriggled for a long time while jerking off, coughed like crazy, and continued to rub her clit obsessively even after orgasm. She stopped coughing and breathing. She remained lying in her unchaste position, the red clit facing forward like a howitzer and stayed that way. Veronika rubbed her pussy and sore clit dry, but her aunt did not move and stared into the future with a blissful smile. Veronika's first thought was how ugly she looked, how stupid and unchaste her erect clit pointed to the ceiling between her bent knees. Veronika rubbed her clit as hard as she could for quite a while, squeezing out the pent‐up blood. Auntie didn't make a sound, and Veronika didn't stop until her clit hung limp and wrinkled. Veronika put her legs down decently, crossed her arms saintly and covered them neatly. She called the family doctor from the neighbor. She did not cry, because the aunt had died in the middle of jerking off with beautiful feelings.

Neighbor Heinz really took care of Veronika. He organized the funeral, accompanied her to the notary when the will was read. He went with her to the municipal office to sign the house over to her and to the bank so that Veronika could get the aunt's accounts. He simply owed it to Ilse; he was thoroughly decent. He came week after week, of course, to squirt into Veronika's pussy. But she didn't want to be there just to squirt in, and demanded that he rub her pussy with one finger. Her legs twitched and wriggled wonderfully and she felt the little flashes. She loved that very much. Before his squirting, he let go of her pussy. As long as his cock was still narrow and not quite stiff, Veronika didn't stop him from penetrating a little deeper through the little hole in her hymen and pretending to fuck. But he always had to pull his cock out to the glans as it grew. After all, they both still had their aunt's voice in their ears, he was not allowed to dishonor her. Only one thing bothered Veronika, when old Heinz squirted laboriously and strained, he still called, Ilse, I'm about to squirt! and Ilse, I'm about to squirt! although she was not the Ilse, because she had died.

He learned how to insert his old, thin cock into the little hole and how to keep it immobile in the vagina to squirt. He rubbed Veronika's pussy and the wriggling of her legs and the flashes in her twitching pussy were enough for the old man to squirt without fucking. Veronika always let him squirt as long as he rubbed her pussy quite vigorously and made her legs wriggle. He enjoyed this very much and waited obediently until his cock had swollen down, only then he carefully pulled out his flaccid thing. Veronika always checked afterwards with the little pocket mirror to see if the little hole was still there as usual and not torn. It went on for almost a year until his wife found out. Loud screaming. Shattering porcelain. Heinz sitting in the rain on the concrete steps. In his underpants. Freezing. Cursing because cigarette and lighter were wet. He didn't come back after that. She was very lonely and complained her sorrow to the birds in the park.

Veronika cooked a dozen meals a day for one of the orphanages, and it was always Jack who gave her a hand with the food distribution. So Veronika's bond with the bright Jack, who had recently turned 14, soon developed. She often talked to the orphanage director about her cooking and daily life, looking for meaning in her life. The wise director assured her how valuable and how meaningful her midday meals were. Veronika promised to keep cooking as long as she had the money for food. The director did not ask how much money she actually had, but only asked if she could continue cooking for the whole year. Veronika thought only briefly, because she herself did not know how much money she had, and nodded that it would surely work out. But Veronika wanted to achieve more in life, that was soon clear. One day, the director brought up the idea that Veronika could adopt one of the children after all.

Veronika thought about it for weeks and asked the director daily for advice on how she could do it in concrete terms. She also asked Jack, of course, what he thought. So it came about that she went to the town hall with Jack and the director and adopted Jack.

Jack was happy to get out of the orphanage, to have his own room and to go to school regularly. He judged Veronica correctly. The woman was naive and uneducated, had a spacious house, money in the bank and wanted to be a good mother to him. Even before the adoption, they spent some time together and told each other their life stories.

Jack didn't even have to haggle for her to take him out of school and into high school. He had always wanted to be a doctor and needed a high school diploma, Latin and Greek to go to college. Yes, she said enthusiastically, that was a good plan! He was very smart and had written down every step needed for this, but when he handed the sheet to Veronika, she blushed and said that unfortunately she couldn't read. Jack reacted very confidently and didn't let his surprise show. All right, he said, no problem! We'll go everywhere together and do everything together, I'll read everything to you and write. But the first thing she had to learn was how to sign. It took all day before she could write her signature perfectly. Jack said he was going to teach her to read and write soon, it wasn't very difficult.

They went to school together, where he nimbly filled out the forms and had them signed. Likewise afterwards at the high school, he filled out all the papers and had them signed. Then it was done, he was to come for the entrance exam in three days. He was given some pieces of paper with instructions on how to prepare for it. Finally, the director asked if Veronika was Jack's mother. No, she said, but Jack quickly corrected that she was his adoptive mother. He rummaged in his school bag and presented the certificate to the principal. The nodded after reading it carefully and making notes.

Jack studied for three days and two nights, went to the exam and passed with 'excellent'. He was accepted into the fourth grade and was assured the fifth was already too far ahead with the material. He was dissatisfied only for a short time, but he was firstly admitted to the Gymnasium and secondly in a grade whose material he knew for the most part. That was perhaps a good start.

He had helped with the shopping and cooking in the mornings, accompanied Veronika to the orphanage and helped with the distribution. In the afternoons he taught her conscientiously and she learned quickly and very thoroughly. Quite soon she was able to recalculate the return money while shopping and was soon able to read the daily newspaper. After dinner he went first to the bathroom, bathed daily — what a luxury! He got up after washing and masturbated, Veronika was already standing under the bathroom door, naked except for her underpants, watching him as she did every evening. He rubbed right after the first squirt and after some time squirted the second time. When he was done squirting, he went to her for the good‐night kiss, the director had expressly urged her to do so. She hugged him, briefly pressed her lips to his and wished him a good night. He immediately understood that she could not kiss. He also noted that she didn't seem to notice his nakedness during the goodnight kiss. He had suggested that the bathroom door remain open because if one called for help, he or she could not be heard. Veronica thought for just a moment and nodded that was true. Then she got into the bathtub, daily bathing had stimulated Jack and it seemed more correct to her than bathing only on weekends as in the monastery. She got into the bathtub unaware that a spy was crouched outside in the dark watching her naked. Jack took a close look at Veronika's body every night.

She was not a particularly beautiful woman, but pretty she was. She was slim, about a head taller than him. Her breasts were medium sized and very firm, the nipples had pointed nipples and were light pink. The pubic hair above her cleft was quite sparse and dark, about the color of her dark hair. He could not see her cleft well from a distance. There was also a little hair under her armpits. She had no belly and under her breasts her ribs were almost visible, overall she was slim and lean. Her nicely curved back ended in a flat, small bottom and then went into long, very thin legs. Jack thought her friendly face with the small nose was half nice, but it was a very kind face. Her dark eyes matched her hair color, dark brown or black. He noticed that the skin of her body was strikingly white, only her face and slender hands were a bit darker. He remembered that she had been a nun and had spent her life wrapped in long robes, hence the flawless white skin. Jack felt guilty, but he had to keep looking at her compulsively and watching her bathe.

Even in the first few hours he had realized that she had a kind, gracious and very loving character. All right, she was naive, uneducated and unfamiliar with everyday things, but she was inquisitive, a quick learner and possessed a natural cleverness. Jack decided to teach her the lack of schooling over time. Silently, he was very surprised that the convent had not taken care of the education of the novices. In school he had only ever heard that the monasteries in the Middle Ages were excellent places of education, the only ones. It was a disappointing and confusing realization.

She couldn't miss his nakedness! She stood every evening in the bathroom door and watched him curiously masturbating. During the evening masturbation in the bathroom the decision matured in him to seduce Veronika properly. Step by step and very carefully. The next day he dared the first step and masturbated not in the bathtub. She stood under the bathroom door as usual and was very surprised, because he usually masturbated every evening and squirted twice. A strange feeling came over her, somehow she guessed what would come now. He had rubbed his cock stiff, but he did not continue. He got out of the bathtub and embraced her, prolonging the goodnight kiss. She had stripped down to her underpants as usual, she was going into the bathtub right after. She felt his erection, which he pressed against her pubic area. Instinctively she reached for it and instantly let go. For the first time she seemed to look consciously at his naked body, her eyes lingering on his stiff cock, which he had not made squirt today. Is everything all right, she asked sanctimoniously, staring at his stiff cock. Everything's fine, Jack said provocatively, haven't you ever seen a naked man before? She shook her head and lied, no, never, and she had never rubbed a naked cock either. She blushed shyly, because she didn't like to lie, but Father Anselm appeared in vague images and of course the neighbor Heinz, who had to be rubbed frequently. He refrained from laughing out loud and looked at her kindly. Yes, that's what I look like and that's my dick.

He took her hand and clasped his cock with it. The cock is for peeing and fucking. She didn't understand that,

Veronika lied further, curiously fingering his cock, what is fucking? Jack had never fucked before and only knew theoretically. He briefly summarized the technical side of fucking and showed her the technical by wagging his cock back and forth in her hand. Veronika knew exactly what was going on and didn't bat an eye. She had decided to play the clueless one, she was excellent at that. Better a naive saint than a dirty piglet! He held her hand and formed with her hand the tunnel in which he darted back and forth. With his other hand he slipped under her panties, pressed her buttocks to him and greedily palpated her ass cheeks and ass crease. His fingers sought their way along the back of the ass crease to her sex and palpated her sex carefully. Veronika directed his thrusting glans to her cleft and inwardly cursed that she still had her underpants on. She unobtrusively pulled the underpants down quite a bit, exposing her sex. She straddled her legs ever so slightly and her sex opened automatically. Maybe he could insert his cock into her as carefully as the neighbor Heinz? But then again, her boy's cock was much too big to fit through her little hole.

His glans kept bumping against her labia. Jack almost went crazy when his glans touched the naked labia and rhythmically pushed through. She controlled the glans with her hand and let him thrust in between her labia. He kept churning in her hand until he squirted in her hand. She had already guessed that he was about to squirt and held the glans between her labia. The semen splashed over her wrist and over her labia. Veronika held his cock between her labia as the boy stopped squirming when the squirting started. Go ahead and squirt, squirt! she breathed and rubbed him hard. She pressed the glans firmly between her labia and let him finish squirting there. He stared dumbfounded and aghast at his glans stuck between her labia and squirting in. She had apparently unintentionally pressed his glans between her labia and in there he squirted! Madness! She waited until he was done squirting and squeezed the cock a few times. Veronika wiped the semen and her wet hand on her panties and dropped them carelessly to the floor.

She grabbed his cock anew and her hand mimicked the rubbing, wondering if he wanted to be rubbed again? Jack shook his head sadly. The naive saint asked, why do they do the fucking? and just kept on rubbing his cock, some drops spilled out while rubbing after all. He replied, firstly to have children and secondly for the physical fun of it. Adult couples did it every evening with each other, every day. Screwing was simply a part of living together. Veronika thought, "But that isn't screwing?" the dirty piglet asked innocently and kept on rubbing and rubbing him hard. Jack shook his head, it's not screwing. Veronika leaned her head against his chest and looked down. She rubbed his glans in the exact spot where Heinz, the neighbor, had rubbed it, on top of her pussy. Her legs started to shake as she rubbed the glans really hard, she felt the little flashes in her pussy and writhed. After a few big flashes it was over, she straightened up again and rubbed his cock vigorously. She pressed the glans between her labia and silently chafed him. It took a very long time, then she realized that he was going to squirt now. She pressed the recalcitrant glans into her vaginal vestibule and rubbed him quite vigorously. Again she breathed that he should squirt, he squirted instantly and she stroked his head with her free hand. She let him finish squirting and abruptly stopped rubbing his cock. She hugged him tightly. For minutes she pressed her horny wet sex very tightly on his cock, which she still held. She had made him squirt twice and he had had enough with that otherwise, she thought. She very slowly let go of his cock, kissed him goodnight once again and wished him a good night.

They left the door between their bedrooms wide open at night, as if to hear cries for help, Veronika had understood that. He watched her in the twilight as she lay naked on the bed every night. She pressed one hand on her cleft and clamped it with her thighs. She lay awake for a long time, rolling from side to side until her abdomen and legs twitched briefly. Only then did she cover herself and immediately fell asleep.

The next night he didn't masturbate again and pulled her by the hand into the bathroom. He took her hand and put it around his cock. Rub me, he said, guiding her hand until she understood. Rub, she asked innocently, rub like yesterday? Jack nodded. Making the squirt? the naive saint asked and he nodded impatiently. She asked him what he thought it was all for. He patiently explained that this was the way to squirt out semen when you didn't have a girl and therefore couldn't fuck. A man needed this every day, one had to squirt out the semen, by screwing or rubbing together. She listened attentively and nodded, she understood that now. Fucking or rubbing, I understand that, so I have to rub your cock, she said resignedly. She took off her underpants and stood even more wide‐legged than yesterday. She wedged his glans firmly between her labia and rubbed it. No, don't push it in! she warned softly and continued to churn. His glans bumped into her vaginal vestibule, that's how far she let it go. He held onto her shoulders and her breasts and squirted. She breathed softly for him to just squirt quietly. She let him finish squirting and asked if he wanted one more and just kept squirting. Again she rubbed his glans on the right spot and got small flashes and finally a big one that went through her pussy. During the flash she had curled up twitching and after the last flash she straightened up again. She was chafing his cock anew, enjoying his fingers feeling her pussy very delicately. He had felt his way along the crease of her ass until he reached her sex. He explored it lustfully and squirted as his fingers palpated her pussy. His cock going limp, he kissed her goodnight and went to his room.

It repeated night after night, she chafed him twice and made him squirt. She got her flashes when she rubbed his glans over her pussy. She left her pussy open all soft, his glans didn't even go in an inch. His cock was definitely too thick to penetrate her. She found that out every time she squeezed his glans into her vaginal vestibule. She saw her fantasy fade away from the wiener into the pussy. It was so easy with Heinz's little cock, but it certainly couldn't be done with Jack's thick one. She clearly felt his semen spurting in thick jets through the hole and running warmly into her vagina. That was something completely different than the thin little watering from neighbor Heinz!

They often talked about the rubbing and fucking in the evenings, she couldn't hear enough about that. She liked to talk about how she felt during the rubbing and squirting and told him how beautiful the flashing in her pussy was. She was the one who always brought up fucking and wanted to know everything in great detail. She loved his way of talking about sex, learning from him all the vulgar words and picturing everything. She used to make him piggish and talk vulgar stuff. Usually they laughed until they had tears in their eyes. Veronika was very proud of how well she could play the clueless and naive saint.

He could hear and see through the open bedroom door that she was tossing and turning restlessly before falling asleep, but he still had no idea how to push the game further. After that, she tossed and turned in her bed to no end, sighing and moaning until it twitched. The streetlights illuminated both of their bedrooms and she watched him masturbate as well, while she thoughtfully tickled her labia. He deliberately didn't cover himself so she could get a good look at him masturbating.

Jack decided to take the next step. He called her into the bathroom to soap and wash his back. She took off her panties as a matter of course and got into the bath water with him. It was quite strange for both of them when their naked bodies touched. She washed him carefully and he returned the favor, soaping her back and washing her whole body. Veronika's tenseness eased only after a while, for it disturbed her to see him standing naked beside the bathtub, working her back. His stiff cock wiggled next to her face and it was strange yet exciting. She would sit in the bathtub and he would bend over her from the front and wash her back. He stood in front of her in such a way that he could press his wiggling cock back and forth on her face, on her lips, over and over. She flinched at first when the cock touched her lips as it wiggled. Later she found it fun and horny to snap at his glans with her lips, she liked this game of catch more and more every minute. She playfully grabbed his glans with her lips and they both laughed when she grabbed it with her lips. She initially turned away in the bathtub as Jack masturbated standing in front of her. He, however, poked his glans luringly between her lips and wiggled his glans right in her mouth. She was soon laughing gleefully and snapping her lips at it. She succeeded again and again and laughed happily.

Playfully she held the glans with her lips as he squirted at the exact moment she had grabbed the glans. She stumbled for a moment and wrenched her eyes open, semen running out of the corners of her mouth left and right. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the semen had long since lost its disgust. They both laughed boisterously and continued to play the lips‐catch game for quite a while. He squirted again later and she let the semen ooze out of her mouth, letting it drip onto her pointed breasts. The naive mermaid emerged from the waves of the bathing sea and snapped his glans with her lips.

She loved this game, for as a child she had rarely played. It didn't seem to bother her that his glans was still wet and excited and dripping. She was really into the game of snapping and she pursed her lips when it came to squirting. They both paused and she pressed her lips very tightly around his glans. He rubbed the cock and squirted. She let the semen drip out of her mouth and spit it all out, rubbing the semen off her tongue and out of her mouth with the towel. They played the game of snapping over and over and he always squirted between her lips. For her, it was part of it now, even as she chafed and rubbed him. Finally, she always took his glans between her lips and let him squirt into. She always let the semen run out of her mouth. She played this for a few days or longer, usually two or three times an evening, as long as he could squirt. They talked about it later, but she saw the whole thing only as a game, the sexual component persistently ignored by the dirty little piglet.

During one of their next conversations, he boldly said that almost all women would let the semen squirt into their mouths when they squirted, and swallow or spit out the semen if they didn't like the taste. He then spent probably half an hour explaining how a blowjob went. Veronika's eyes widened, she kept interrupting him, and he had to repeat and explain again. But she still didn't dare to take the cock all the way into her mouth or let it squirt deep into her throat. She played around his cock with her lips, he loved that, and only squirted into her mouth at the very front.

Soon she dared. She opened her mouth very wide while rubbing his cock and that excited him so much that he squirted almost instantly. Juicy jet shot into her mouth, the rest on her breasts. She carefully closed her mouth and tasted the cum with her tongue. He looked at her curiously and she said it was a little salty but tasted good. She swiped the semen off her breast with a finger and licked it off her finger. Yes, it tastes very good! she stated. The following evenings she let all the semen squirt into her open mouth, after squirting she got a little braver and licked the rest off his cock. He praised her how fine her lips licked the glans. Very, very fine!

When rubbing, she took his glans between her lips and opened them a little when he squirted. Often he put his hand on her head and very gently made fucking movements, which she allowed. She puckered her lips, pressed them tightly around his glans, and let him fuck and squirt between her lips. She smiled kindly and was proud, because this was something he obviously liked very much. She willingly let him fuck her mouth from then on and swallowed his cum, but she was careful not to let him go too deep into her mouth while mouth fucking. They talked about mouth fucking in the evenings, so they knew quite well about each other's desires and ideas. Often they talked about how mouth fucking was like fucking. She always wanted to know exactly how it felt to him. But she ignored his hints that they could try it. She always got all horny while mouth‐fucking and couldn't do anything with her arousal. At night, he held his breath to listen to the sounds coming from Veronika's bedroom and watch her. She had one hand pressed between her closed thighs and was tossing and turning. Her half‐suppressed panting grew faster and faster, and her legs twitched wildly until she stopped. Suddenly it was silent, as quiet as a mouse. Shakily, she breathed in and out until she calmed down, then tucked herself in and fell asleep.

Finally, he got a schoolmate to explain what was missing. She was very arrogant and proud but pretended to be sexy and frivolous like no other. No, she didn't want to show it to him, only explain it theoretically. She told him everything about female masturbation, that girls rarely did it and only a few did it daily, and that men and boys couldn't do it to girls because they were too impatient and too rough. How she knew this she would not say, but that she was an exception, in fact she did it daily before going to sleep and often several times a day. He kept questioning her until she told him all her secrets. In return for her openness, she wanted to see and touch his cock. Here, behind the gym, there was no one. She looked at his cock and felt it thoroughly, then rubbed it. She seemed to know exactly how the handjob went. He let it happen and squirted into the grass. She was so excited that she pushed her panties aside and unabashedly masturbated in front of him. He looked very closely and understood the theory in practice. After her orgasm, she somehow triumphantly showed him the clit, which would be the most important thing in female masturbation. Why she no longer had a hymen, she did not want to tell, as much as he drilled with questions. But she was happy to show him a second time how she masturbated and agreed to let him lie down in front of her and watch the masturbation up close. Now he knew how to help Veronika. Watching, he had gotten a decent erection and drove around between her legs until she gave in and let him fuck her. While squirting, she pulled his cock out so late that he had already squirted most of it in. After squirting, she took off her panties completely and generously granted him to fuck her again. It took a long time this time and she was very aroused before he squirted. She masturbated very quickly and he squirted everything inside her again. After her orgasm, she immediately pulled out his cock and jerked it quite vigorously, but he couldn't squirt anymore.

He took it upon himself to teach Veronika how to masturbate now. She was in great turmoil due to his breast stroking while rubbing, her heart was pounding up to her throat and her face was red with excitement. After she licked his glans bare with her lips, he said he wanted to show her something new. She had to lie backwards in the water. He gently spread her legs and felt her labia. She gasped fearfully and looked spellbound at his fingers. Her gasps became more violent as his fingers stroked her labia, searching for her clit. It was goddamn hard to find, but he found it. Gently, he pressed on it a few times and watched her reaction. She gasped and panted with arousal, the image of Matilda appearing in her mind. Now, put your finger right there, he urged her, right there! and gently pressed on the clit. She put her hand on her pubis, the index finger groped for the clit and found it immediately. Ah, at last! At last she had grown a clitoris, a tiny one though, just as her breasts had grown, they were also tiny to begin with. She saw Mathilda's clit in front of her and automatically knew what she had to do.

Nonetheless, she dutifully followed his instructions. Gently circle the clit, then touch it. Gently, not hastily. After a few minutes, Veronika said she had a strange feeling in her abdomen, which she usually only had when she tossed and turned at night, until her abdomen twitched quite firmly and her legs wriggled. Yes, he said, that's good! Then she should rub the clit very finely, first slowly and then faster, as the clit wanted it. She followed obediently and suddenly stopped, I have to pee, she cried, ran next door and splashed long and loud. He beckoned her to get back in the tub, we're not done yet! She came and picked up where she left off. She gasped anew, her finger rubbing faster and faster, and she let out a soft cry as she cringed and orgasmed. It took a minute for her to calm down. He said this was the new thing he wanted to show her. She smiled happily and said it was never this strong when she had rolled around in bed. That was your way of releasing your sexual tension so far, lectured Jack, who was now at the end of fifth grade and had paid close attention during the loose talk of classmates. It means masturbating, he added, and she repeated the word several times. When you're lying in bed at night and you're sexually aroused, masturbating is much more intense than rolling around. Veronika nodded and said, much better! And because there is no water in bed, you have to wet the finger and clit with spit, he remembered masturbating schoolmate.

.

That night he heard her quite clearly. He strained his eyes to make out anything in the dim light. She was lying naked on her bed, spreading her legs wide apart. She rubbed her cleft and clit several times with saliva. Her wet finger squelched and squelched in her pubis for what seemed like an eternity, then she sighed deeply, her legs flapping frantically like birdcalls, and he heard her stifled cry. She had learned it and that made him quite proud. From now on she would do it when she had rubbed him and swallowed his cum. He tried it too and succeeded, he had copied her style exactly. Someday he would tell the schoolmate that boys can do it quite well too. Veronika let him masturbate her over and over again, it was so fine to do nothing herself, to think of nothing and just feel the rising excitement. Soon she was no longer ashamed when she peed while orgasming and it ran warmly over his hand. Jack smiled that it was natural and she should not be ashamed of it. Blissfully, she poured herself over his hand and twitched and trembled in orgasm. He widened her labia and watched very closely as it squirted out of her tiny hole. It squirted right in rhythm with her orgasm and he let it splash over his hand. He smilingly assured her it was quite all right and could be washed off with water. So it remained, when he masturbated her in the bathtub, she squirted in bursts as she orgasmed and let it spurt out in a very relaxed manner. He looked at it with alert eyes and then carefully washed her off.

For Veronika it was all new and she found it great, exciting and horny. They talked at dinner mostly about sex, rubbing and semen swallowing and masturbation. Veronika slapped her forehead with the flat of her hand. She was silent and stared thoughtfully at the tabletop; it would have been better if she had known about masturbation then and had not had to roll around until she fell asleep. Rolling, of course, had always ended with a firm twitch in her abdomen, but that was nowhere near as powerful and liberating as the real orgasm. Jack said that almost every woman and almost every man masturbated every day, that was so. Of course, so did Sister Mathilda and the priest who read the masses. Veronica stared at him in amazement and Jack nodded in confirmation, yes, all of them! How Jack just came up with these two was mysterious magic to her. She had even more respect for Jack than before.

Veronika then told him all about the monastery. Father Anselm, who twice a week stood in the little stream, jerked off and splashed in the water. Bathing with Mathilda, who went to the men's monastery every Friday, so that the little monks stuck their wieners in her pussy and squirted. That she spied on the hypocrites jerking off in the bathroom. The beautiful rubbing together of her clefts when she lay naked on Mathilda, the many little flashes. The confessing and showing off of the breast. The pus pimple and Mathilda's clit. The auntie and the neighbor who moaned to God's mercy when he squirted into her pussy. That she watched them from beginning to end, until the aunt did not want her there anymore. That the aunt sent her out the door for masturbating at least twice a day and wouldn't let her watch. That she then dried her hole and clit after masturbating. How the neighbor squirted over her and later into her pussy. Jack listened to her attentively and probed until she had described all the secrets to him in natural, often piggish terms.

Jack turned 16, was one of the best in school, and he hit puberty. His voice deepened, his dick thickened, and his sparse pubic hair became a thick bush. He now examined Veronika's pubic area and hymen more often. It was quite thin, almost transparent and had a large hole. They talked about screwing every day, even though they both already knew everything about it. Veronika used to tell with shining eyes about the neighbor's wiener, how it went in and out of the aunt's ugly pussy and squirted with unspeakable effort. This was one of her favorite stories, because it was the only time that she had seen the fucking herself and felt the neighbor's nasty squirting in her vagina. Veronika, however, was not yet ready for screwing, she blocked every time he brought it up specifically. He felt the fierce desire for it and could have fucked her x‐times already, but he knew it wouldn't have been right, that it would have been like raping her. He was abundantly aware of how important mutual trust was and that he would have to wait until Veronika was ready for it.

Every day Jack talked about how mouth fucking was nice, but that real fucking was even nicer. As before, she blocked on the subject and steered the conversation to studying. Last year, with Jack's help, she had managed to pass the external exam of the elementary school and was preparing for the middle school leaving certificate. Last year, the orphanage had also gone to public hands and her cooking was no longer needed. However, her resistance to think about screwing gradually subsided. He kept talking about conception and contraception. He drew up a circular lunar calendar of 28 days, recorded the days of her menstruation and on the opposite side the days ready for conception. Veronica nodded, understanding exactly what this calendar meant. They were both pleased that her menstrual cycle worked punctually and absolutely reliably. It radiated a great confidence that they could prevent an unwanted pregnancy.

In the days that followed, she remained silent when he spoke softly about getting laid. She instinctively understood that his badgering was not evil. He never said it, but she found his love warming and confusing at the same time. When she returned his French kisses, the arousal rose hot in her abdomen and visibly confused her, urging her to masturbate immediately, though she always postponed it. It was he who had brought her out of ignorance. It was he who insisted that she take the exam and was proud of her certificate. It was he who introduced her to the mysteries of sexuality and gave her daily physical ecstasies. She was flooded with gratitude and dropped the block. She didn't care that the bathtub was overflowing as she quickly latched onto him. She returned his French kiss with great fervor and pressed her body against his. She shook her head decisively, not wanting to mouth fuck now. Another intimate French kiss sealed her decision. Come, she said softly, let's do the fucking!

He said nothing and swallowed a few times. They dried themselves hastily, he took the towel to her bedroom. He spread the towel out without a word before she lay down. He didn't lie down on top of her right away, though she spread her legs willingly. He lay down next to her, it had to start slowly, he knew that very well. He kissed her on the mouth and all over her body. His hands also caressed her all over her body at the same time and she held her breath in surprise as his mouth enclosed her labia and his tongue gently touched and licked her clit. He had never licked her before, but he kept going and going, his tongue becoming a masturbating finger. He listened to her breathing and excited gasps and matched her rhythm. Even in orgasm, he continued to lick, even though her thighs pressed quite firmly against his head. Her orgasm lasted an eternity and her abdomen continued to burn brightly as he continued to lick her very gently. He felt how hot her body was burning, how highly aroused she was and stopped licking.

Now? he asked in a whisper and she nodded with her most beautiful little girl smile. Now he knelt between her thighs and whispered for her to guide his cock. She reached for his cock and guided it into her vaginal vestibule, then let go as it touched the hymen. They looked steadfastly into each other's eyes, both listening to their physical sensations and feelings. Infinitely slowly he pushed forward, the hymen stretched for a very long moment and tore. Her eyes widened and she stammered, yes, yes! She closed her eyes and smiled as he pressed the full length of his cock deep into her vagina. He started fucking very slowly and increased the beat. Her body swayed along with his beat. He stroked her face and they looked into each other's eyes. I'm about to squirt, he choked out and squirted. Yes, she said, go ahead and squirt! It took long seconds for the rhythmic squirting to stop. Veronika's orgasm erupted the moment he said he was about to squirt. She pressed her fingers to her clit, her whole body raging and undulating as he thrust and squirted. Her orgasm continued even as he pulled out his cock and lay exhausted beside her. Mouth open into a silent scream, her head jerked back and forth, her finger rubbing her clit hard and choppy as her orgasm continued for another two minutes.

He listened to her for two minutes and she told him how it had felt to her, but he drifted off. She fell silent when she realized it and stroked his chest. All the cringe‐inducing stories about deflowering hurting like crazy were wrong. She was tense as a bowstring, waiting fearfully for that pain as his cock slowly entered her. She felt quite clearly that the hymen was stretching and straining, for what seemed like an eternity. But it didn't hurt at all, and when it tore, she felt only a tiny sting. The tension immediately disappeared and she was very relieved, yes, yes! she stammered, because now she had become a real woman and Jack could finally fuck her. She knew nothing about being in love or making love, but she loved Jack and loved him more than before. She was confused by the feeling, but at the same time felt that it was beautiful and satisfying. On the towel there was only a tiny little spot of blood, as small as a coin.

The time of mouth fucking, rubbing and masturbating was more or less over. They fucked each other every day and the mouth fucking and masturbating was only during the period and the days when they were ready to conceive. As the months went by, the foreplay became shorter and she actually thought it was a shame that the fucking didn't last very long. They talked about it quite openly and he said there was nothing he could do about how long it took him to squirt and that his dick went limp after squirting. He couldn't delay squirting and was totally wiped out after squirting. What he could do was lick her to orgasm every time before fucking. And he felt it was right for her to masturbate after squirting if she still needed it. He really tried hard to lick her to orgasm and she usually masturbated after squirting because she rarely climaxed while fucking anymore. They both felt balanced and satisfied with their sexuality.

The janitor repaired the drain in the kitchen and then he laid Veronika prone over the kitchen table, then he fucked her. Veronika did not resist, on the contrary, she enjoyed his thick cock very much. In the evening she told Jack, who was very angry and wanted to go to the police. But Veronika did not want that and asked him not to do anything. Jack calmed down and she told him everything, including that she had enjoyed it. The janitor had left his cock in her vagina after the squirting and was stroking her buttocks. She felt that after some time his cock became quite hard again and then he fucked her a second time. Her arousal rose like a rocket this time and culminated in a wonderful climax. He patted her ass kindly and pulled up his pants. Jack was annoyed and ashamed of his envy at the same time. He nevertheless lectured her super‐teachingly about the wrongness of rape. She understood that it was wrong from the janitor, one was not allowed to fuck a woman just like that. She promised not to let anyone fuck her in the future if it bothered him that much. Jack felt very guilty and uncomfortable, because he fucked case by case with his girlfriends behind the school and never told Veronika.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎