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Many people, mainly men, experience vicarious and varied thrills from watching the sexual acts of others: be they partners or simply strangers caught in flagrante delicto. The following chapter, and subsequent tales, set out to explore the peccadillos of people across many cultures and different times throughout history to illustrate that we may have progressed technologically but some things never change.

Personally, I love watching men and women enjoying themselves, either together or in ‘solo activities’, and get off on either sex; although the following scenes reflect neither any personal preference nor experience. Rather, they are simple flights of fancy and, in some cases, a fantasy. Enjoy?…

(Fit the First)

There she is, the slut; flat on her back, legs in the air and spread wide open for another young lance to fill her full o’ lust. Horny bitch! Forty-eight years old and the itch between her thighs is just as insatiable now as the first time we fucked, thirty years ago. After three children (two girls and, finally, a boy), and a lifelong obsession with dairy produce, she’s broader in the beam but still moves like a dream when you’re in the saddle and will give you a hot ride if you have the stamina.

I can smell her excitement from here – at least 15 feet away from the foot of our marital bed – and through a specially fitted peep-hole I have a perfect view of his hard cock nailing her cunt repeatedly and the sound of their bodies slapping together is just about discernible under her cries of delight. Excellent! The weapon in my hand quivers with anticipation but I control my bestial urges. That’s right, slut, squeal like a whore and beg for more, pull him deeper, take him harder, rock that cock right up your juicy fuck-hole and work your magic.

I can feel pre-cum starting to drip, which is no surprise after watching them for almost half an hour now, and if he doesn’t burst soon, I will! She’s rolled on top of him and is riding that rod like the sex-crazed cunt she is. It looks to be twice the size of my four eskişehir escort inch erection but she didn’t marry me for my prowess in bed, no, she prefers the size of my treasury to my modest endowment and as long as I keep her in the style she’s become accustomed to and is regularly supplied with well-hung studs, life is good. I can take it or leave it now; know what I mean? Well, after doing it with the same woman, week in, week out, for so long, does leave a man somewhat jaded (and I suppose she gets just as tired of my face too). Mind you, with a glass ceiling to entertain her I don’t suppose she watches me very carefully whenever we get together nowadays (which isn’t that often). The fat trollop is gazing up at her reflection now, riding the rod to its fullest extent, rolls of flesh heaving this way and that.

I’m almost tempted to abandon my hidey-hole, pounce upon her fundament and ride her harder than my favourite hunter but my will prevails caution upon the raging lust in my loins. Their pleasure must rise to a particular peak before I may act. I can almost taste the sweaty aroma of her body, so thick in the air it is now. Come on, cunt; get in position, for the love of … ahhhh, yessssssss! There she is, on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat; ready for his rampant lust. Take it, boy, take it with everything you have. Enjoy her while you can. His tongue slips in-between her copious buttocks and delves deep inside each hole, tasting her cunt and lewdly eating her privy passage without shame. The obscene noise of his tongue slurping away within her sticky flesh makes me throb harder and if he persists I shall have to assuage the burning desire inside the first hole I come upon – which would certainly make his eyes water, I’ll be bound! Fortunately, (for him) he’s knelt behind my wife’s ample arse at her urgent insistence and is preparing to skewer her sopping wet cunt once more. Unfortunately, (for her) he’s missed his mark and slipped into her nether regions where the sun shines not.

I can hardly gaziantep escort believe the slut’s not only taken him right between her plump cheeks and, by the noise she’s making, neither can she! Air rushing past his plunging prick makes the most disgusting accompaniment but only urges him on; deeper, harder, faster. His hands grip her huge hips, pulling her fleshy haunches tight to him then pushing her up to the limit of their endurance – the unstoppable force of his lust mating with her immovable flesh in a passionate frenzy. The weapon trembles violently once again within the sweaty grip of my palm and I know it won’t be long before their frenzy stimulates me into action but my will remains strong, though I cannot help a pang of envy within my heart at the sight of his rigid length surging into her puckered ring; a snug sanctuary denied to all but the privileged few. (Enjoy it while you can, you filthy whore-monger, my time is coming. oh yes, cumming very, very soon!)

I can barely wait much longer; the tension throbs in my bones, making me tremble and shiver as though chilled but the heat in the room makes us sweat – for very different reasons: him; with the stress and strain of exerting every muscle to sustain his exertions. Her; in ecstatic anticipation of what’s to come and myself in the confines of the garderobe where I stand, hidden from view but able to gain access to their den of iniquity with a carefully placed eye to a hole in the wall (hidden behind a likeness of her mother). His turgid phallus, slick with her excitement, flashes in the shadows, candlelight flickers on faces contorted at the height of passion, and I’m thankful that the noise of their vigorous sport covers the faint ‘click’ of the latch when I open the secret panel. I wonder whether other couples get such thrills from as lewd an exhibition as this. Perhaps, somewhere, someone is stalking his wife’s lover, weapon in hand, and ready to do the deed.

She cannot see or hear me: entranced within her own passion, her orgasm wracks her giresun escort rolls of flesh and makes her body resemble one of those sweet milk puddings she’s so fond of. I smile at the image and edge forward on tip-toe, careful to avoid the discarded clothing and bejewelled scabbard lying haphazardly across the floor like a trail of bread crumbs to the four-poster bed which rocks back and forth in the rhythm of their happy violence. Her breathless cries for him to ravish her become wilder, demented even, beyond all modesty and decorum, no longer a wife and mother but simply a conduit for her unnatural lust to manifest around his plunging member, drawing him into the whirlpool between her quaking thighs. He cannot know what is coming (other than his own pleasure), so intent is his focus upon the vortex sucking him relentlessly deeper inside her heaving body – and, if he had known, would he have stopped? I doubt it! His buttocks churn in a slow circle, pumping hard, ploughing his seed within her receptive furrow until she is satiated and screams: “Now!”

He turns his head, warned, perhaps by some sixth sense, and meets my weapon coming the other way, taking the perfect blow that lays his throat open to the bone.

She turns to suckle the gush of bright blood and tastes the immortal elixir that ensures her beauty will never fade.

A thick rope of pre-cum swings lazily between my thighs: “Please!” I beseech my lusty lady, unable to bear the load any longer. Her blood-red lips part and with a look she releases me, taking the hot cream on her plump jowls with a satisfied purr, licking each drop from her lips to savour the contrast between our offerings: his, a tart, coppery taste and mine, a tangy aftertaste that stimulates her desire for more. She lays back upon the tangled blankets, pushes the corpse out of the way with a delicate, beringged toe, and opens herself wide, offering me the chance to slake her preternaturally enhanced lusts and, with a slavering tongue, I obey, licking her succulent flesh and lapping the sticky flow of love juices into my mouth.

The flavour of her flesh revives my flagging libido and her legs wrap around my neck like a pair of anaconda’s, smooth and moist to the touch. I have lain with many women and tasted the fruits of various and dissolute pleasures but I would not swap the She-Devil that is my wife for any of them.

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Health 101 — 69 Practice

“Good morning, Class!” I greeted them. “As you know from your reading, the next item on our syllabus is reputedly a French invention originally called “soixante-neuf,” or, in English, sixty-nine.”

“Let’s start by getting you all undressed. We’ll do some exercises here in class, and you will continue to practice on your own time.”

They wasted no time in stripping down, and I was gratified to note that they seemed to have no more problems with being naked in front of each other. This was a big milestone, and I was proud of them.

“Now, form a circle around me, class; boy-girl, boy-girl, if you please. Now, girls turn left and boys turn right and face your partners.”

They dutifully did as I asked and paired off. “Is everyone satisfied with their partner? We’re going to get quite intimate with each other today….”

There were no complaints. REALLY good. I always tried to discourage partner preferences, but sometimes it happens.

“Now, I would like you to put your arms around each other and begin kissing. I will review your techniques.” I walked around the circle, assessing each couple. James held tiny Jennifer gently as he tenderly caressed her lips with his own. Her arms were locked passionately around his neck and her toes were barely touching the floor. Andy, on the other hand, had Cynthia bent back over his thigh, and was clearly trying to reach her tonsils with his tongue. Cynthia did not seem to be complaining, and I noted that her nipples were fully erect and glowing. Justin had embraced Amber from behind and was nibbling her neck, his hands full of her generous breasts, while she artfully massaged his already straining cock with her buttocks. The others were similarly engaged as circumstance and preference dictated.

“I believe you are all becoming quite proficient at romantic kissing. I am pleased. This may well be one of the most important skills you will ever acquire,” I told them. “And what you are going to learn today has sometimes been called ‘the ultimate kiss.’ You will each make love to your partner’s sexual organs as you are now making love to their mouths.”

“I need a couple to volunteer for the initial demonstration.” They all broke their lip-locks and waved their hands. This was even more gratifying. “Justin and Amber, you both seem to be extremely aroused already. Would you do the honors? Very good. We will start by reviewing the three basic 69 positions. Amber, please recline on your back on my desk. The rest of you may continue lightly stimulating each other as you observe.”

Amber clambered onto the desk and lay back, her magnificent breasts jutting proudly as she spread her legs to reveal a very moist pussy surrounded by a neatly trimmed brunette bush. Justin stood at her feet, clearly mesmerized by the sight of her juicy snatch. “Justin, come around to this side, please. Now carefully lift yourself onto the desk, with your head between Amber’s legs, and support yourself with your knees, one on each side of her head. Support your upper body with your elbows. Good. Now hold that position for a moment.”

I walked around bursa escort the couple on the desk, using my pointer to emphasize the lecture points. “Class, note that Amber’s pussy is now in a very convenient position for Justin to lick it thoroughly. Her clit is VERY accessible, but it will be difficult for him to get his tongue very far up her cunt from this angle, which is one of the unfortunate things about this position. Also note that his cock is directly in front of her mouth, and if she opens it right now — that’s it, Amber — she can suck the head of it. Now, Justin, please begin kissing Amber’s pussy. Good. Gently please. She is not ready for really intense stimulation just yet.”

I allowed Justin to explore Amber’s juicy folds for a few moments, while she attempted to return the favor by slurping at his throbbing meat. “Class, do you think this is likely to result in orgasm for both parties?” I asked.

James shook his head doubtfully, his arms still around petite Jennifer as she faced away from him to observe the demonstration. “I doubt that he will be able to come unless she moves her head up and down,” he said. “That kind of sucking feels good, but I doubt that it will bring him off all by itself.”

“Amber,” I said, “why don’t you stroke Justin’s cock more thoroughly with either your mouth or your hand?”

Amber turned her head to free her mouth from Justin’s slippery cock. “I really can’t,” she reported. “I can’t reach it with my hands, and my neck hurts if I try to move my head up.”

“What if Justin was to move his hips, in effect fucking Amber’s mouth?” I suggested. “Justin, try that, but VERY carefully.”

Justin thrust his hips tentatively and Amber gagged. She turned her head again and spit out his cock. “I’m afraid he’s going to slip and choke me,” she whimpered.

“It hurts my back anyway,” Justin mumbled around Amber’s pussy. “I don’t think I could come that way no matter how long we did it.”

“Exactly!” I told them. “And this is the big drawback to this position. It is not very comfortable for either person, and while Justin can probably get Amber off, she cannot do much for him except keep his cockhead warm while he waits for his turn. And even that may become so uncomfortable for her that she cannot enjoy her own orgasm. Enough, Justin. Please stop licking Amber’s pussy and get off the desk for a moment.”

“Now, Amber and Justin, please review your physical reactions for the class.”

“He made my pussy feel good,” Amber admitted. “And I liked having a cock in my mouth while my clitty was being licked. But the position made me kind of nervous, and I doubt that I would ever come that way.”

“I liked having my cock in a hot mouth while I was eating her pussy,” Justin said thoughtfully. “But after a few minutes I really felt like I wanted to move on to something else.”

“Exactly!” I told them. “This position is fun for a few minutes, and that’s about it. In a large bed, however, it is easy to initiate the position the way you have just begun, and then roll over to one side to continue in a less physically stressful çanakkale escort position. Amber, please lie on your left side, and Justin, climb up here beside her, let her rest her head on your right thigh…good…Amber, move your left thigh forward so that Justin can use it for a pillow. Lift your right thigh so that he can see your pussy. Very good. Now what do we have?”

“I have good access to her pussy now,” Justin reported. “If she pulls her hips up, kind of curls around me, I can even get my tongue into her cunt.”

“Oh, I like this better!” Amber giggled. “I think I could take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could handle, and I can also use my right hand to jack him off if my jaws get tired.”

“Then you may begin,” I told them. “Let’s see how it works.”

Justin began lapping Amber’s increasingly fragrant pussy, while she gobbled enthusiastically at his leaking cock. She stopped once to milk out a generous glob of pre-cum, looking around at the observing class as she savored it theatrically before swallowing. Justin began to thrust his hips to make her take more of his cock, and she turned her head to complain.

“The angle is just not right for me to take any more of it,” she fretted. “I’ve been trying to let his cock head slide into my throat a ways, but it won’t go. And my neck is starting to hurt again.”

“Take a break, both of you,” I told them. “It seems that you have again reached the point where it is time to change positions again. Justin, what do you think?”

“I think if I could get in a few good thrusts I could bust a nut right down her throat,” Justin said. The class tittered. “But I can’t, in this position. I do like the way this gives me access to her pussy, though. I can rest my head on her leg and really look at it, use my fingers to move things around, and suck the juice right out of her.”

“So, do you think you’re both ready to come?” I asked.

“I know I am,” said Justin.

“I’m not sure,” said Amber. “But I’d really like to try.”

“Then both of you get off the desk,” I instructed. “Justin, you get back up there and lie on your back. Amber, climb up on top of him, positioning your pussy over his face….That’s right. Perfect. How does this feel?”

“Love that sweet pussy,” Justin mumbled, pulling Amber’s hips down so that her sopping bush covered his face. Amber squealed as he resumed his determined assault on her clit.

“See how much of his cock you can swallow now, Amber,” I coached her. “Really get down on it.”

Amber obligingly swallowed Justin’s cock to its hairy root, burying her freckled nose in his sweaty sack. “That’s better, isn’t it, dear,” I asked her.

“Mmmmmph!” Amber mumbled around Justin’s swollen tool as she continued to bob up and down on it enthusiastically.

“Class, who do you think will come first?” I quizzed them.

“I think I will,” panted Andy, “if Cindy doesn’t stop what she’s doing!”

Cynthia had stopped watching the demonstration and was blissfully sucking Andy’s cock while both her hands were lustily diddling her own pussy.

“Cynthia! Please çankırı escort stop that for a moment and observe this!” I tapped her firmly on the shoulder. “Now turn around here and tell me who you think is about to come and why.”

“I think…” Cindy gasped, “I think….I can’t think! I need to come, Professor! Please let someone bring me off right now, I can’t stand it –“

At that moment Justin’s cock popped out of Amber’s mouth as she arched her back, shrieking her intense pleasure as she ground her spasming pussy into his face. She cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching the hardened nipples, as she rocked on his face. “I’m coming!” she wailed, her face contorting. Tears leaked from her eyes as she sobbed her joyful relief. “I’m coming, oh I’m coming!” A loud farting noise came from her pussy as it tried to contract around Justin’s probing tongue. “OH MY GOD!”

“I think my cunt just turned inside out,” she gasped as she collapsed bonelessly across Justin’s body. “I think I might be dead.”

“I think we can assume that you were thoroughly satisfied, Amber,” I told her dryly. “But I can assure you that you are, in fact, still alive, your sweet little pussy is still intact, and, moreover, you are lying on top of an extremely horny partner. I think you owe him an extra-special orgasm, don’t you?”

“I can’t deal with it right now,” Amber whimpered. “All my muscles are like Jello. Please, Justin? I’ll do anything you want, only later….”

“You’ll do it right now,” I told her firmly. “Can you lift her, Justin? I thought you could. You could probably lift a house right now. OK, I know you’re suffering. Lay her down on the desk and get on top of her. No, face to face — position yourself so your cock rests between those fine firm titties of hers. Perfect. Now just a little KY between her breasts….there we go. Amber, push your breasts together around Justin’s cock. Make an effort, girl! Good. Now Justin, fuck her tits. That’s right; pump that cock into her just as hard as you want to. Fuck her, Justin! Watch your cock sliding between those beautiful titties! And she loves it, too! She’s just coming down off a huge orgasm and this is just what will make her feel even better. Look at that purple cock head popping out from between her titties on each stroke! Beautiful!”

“Watch this closely, now, class! See how infused with blood Justin’s cock head has become. This is what it looks like when it’s in your mouth, getting ready to shoot its load. Jennifer; you’re back there in the right spot — I want you to gently grasp Justin’s balls while he fucks Amber’s tits — good. Hold them gently but firmly. Justin, how does it feel to be fucking one beautiful girl’s tits while another one holds your balls?”

By way of response Justin jetted the first squirt of come onto Amber’s neck. The next wad, thicker and more vigorous, struck her on the chin as she looked down to see what was happening. “Open your mouth, Amber! And hold your head up! Let go of your tits! You know what you want now, Justin.”

And Justin certainly did know. With a loud groan, he thrust his spurting cock into Amber’s open mouth and, holding her head between his hands, proceeded to pump a massive load of hot spunk down her throat.

The class clapped delightedly. “A fine demonstration!” I announced. “Now, push the desks to the side of the room, roll out the mats, and let’s see how well the rest of you can do!”

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Part Four: Masturbation with a Twist

Watching my brother masturbate the first time was unforgettable, watching him the second time was priceless, waiting to watch him a third time was simply unbearable. I needed to catch him so very bad, I felt more impatient than a kid before Christmas. Instead of the sight of Gary masturbating becoming more blasé with each viewing, it was becoming more and more urgent for me to see him. I was finding that spying on him was becoming an obsession of mine, even an addiction whereby I badly needed a fix. As I lay in bed at night I could envision him standing upright, completely naked, firmly grasping that shapely erection in his fist, pumping with great fervor, knees buckling, body shaking, groans and moans emanating from him until I watched his sperm flying through the air. I so needed to see him doing it one more time, just one more time. In two weeks time, it happened again.

This third time started off innocently enough, I swear I did not set this one up at all. We found ourselves home alone for the day again, and working in my room I went to ask him a computer question. Focused on my question, I opened his door without knocking and boy were we both surprised. He was in the middle of changing his clothes, facing the door. I came in at the perfect time, his underwear was all he had to take off and as I opened the door it was slipping down to his ankles. There in front of me, facing the door, stood Gary completely naked. Unlike the previous two times I had spied on him, this was the first time we both were aware of each other’s presence, and that changed the whole atmosphere dramatically for me.

The reaction on his face at having been seen like this was priceless, there was a bit of surprise, but also excitement. Though as you might imagine, I didn’t look him in the eye for but a second, my eyes quickly descended to get a good view of his wonderful flaccid penis right there before me. Oddly, he didn’t try to cover himself or turn away to hide his genitals from my obvious gaze. Instead he stood motionless, and it afforded me a very good view of his penis. I suppose it was much more of a gaze at his naked crotch than I had intended to give. Finally able to tear my eyes away, as I turned to leave, I told him I was sorry. He quickly and playfully replied, “No you’re not.”

That response caught me off guard, making me laugh and look back at him with the question, “What do you mean I’m not sorry.”

“By the way you were staring at my crotch, you didn’t look the least bit sorry to me.”

He had me there, and I admitted as much with a smile, “You might be right about that one.”

And like that the talking stopped, the world stopped, time stopped. Him standing naked before me, underpants down at his ankles, me at his bedroom door looking back at him. When I say looking at him, I mean intending to look him in the face. My eyes however found their way back down to his soft penis and balls, and for the next few moments neither of us stirred. I was getting a very good view of his package, and I found it equally amazing that he was standing there letting me.

And just like that it happened. It twitched. I saw it, it twitched. And with one twitch it became larger. The world continued to stand still, my eyes fixed on Gary’s dick, him standing motionless before me, obviously enjoying the attention of his sister’s eager eyes. It twitched again, and all by itself, without any help from his fingers, it began to grow on its own. And he let me watch it happen. He let me watch, what a show off! I stared intently at this growing snake with no regard for Gary himself: his growing penis was all there was in the room. The first time in the shower I had seen it grow, but the view was obstructed by the shower glass. The second time I watched him, I had missed him grow erect when I had to answer the phone. This was the first time I got to watch it grow erect up close and with an unobstructed view. This wasn’t even a reflection in the mirror, this was the real thing I was looking at.

I really can’t say how long this lasted, how long does it take a guy to fully erect under such conditions? But here I was standing there watching him growing erect, but soon it was at its full state, pointing boldly skyward, the wonderful helmet and hole looking up at me. He proudly stood there naked before me, clearly enjoying showing off his manhood to a female, now in its new stage of erection. I was shocked with how freely and willingly he let me watch it like this, with no hint of embarrassment or trying to cover up. I would never let him look between my legs even for a second! Guys are so different than girls. I finally looked up at him, and found him intently staring at the expression on my face as I looked at his hard on. Realizing the situation, I could merely raise my eyebrows and say, “Wow.”

Throughout this minute, the impulse to run away had struggled fiercely with the impulse to stay and watch him grow erect, and only after his member had engorged to full size and I had a considerable look at it in this state did the çorum escort impulse to run win out. One final lingering look down at his wonderful shape and I was headed directly downstairs to take a deep breath and collect my thoughts. It had been a very astounding and erotic moment, and I’m not sure if I even breathed that entire time. What a sight that was, him standing in front of me naked, letting me see him grow erect. All his manliness on display for me. What a flush that had come over my face, especially when I realized how he was looking at my reaction the whole time. I betrayed too much of my womanly lust of his penis to him.

I sat down in the kitchen for nearly ten minutes trying to regain my composure until the sound of running water upstairs made me realize the fun wasn’t over: He had gone into the bathroom to masturbate! I have no idea if he was originally intending to go into the shower anyway or if he was just changing clothes, and being seen naked by me made him have to jack off. Then again it really didn’t matter. I had just confronted him face to face while he stood there naked, watched as he grew erect, and in a matter of minutes I would be watching him playing with himself for a third time. I couldn’t help but wonder if this third time he would be any more aroused in his play knowing I had just seen him like that. As I slowly unlocked and opened the bathroom door, my hopes were met: He had decided once again to masturbate outside the shower in front of the sink, where I had a perfect view of his naked body.

He was standing looking at his manliness in the mirror, it was as stiff and hard as I had yet seen it. He was obviously at a very advanced stage of arousal, due no doubt to my watching him grow a few minutes earlier. The amount of precum on his penis was amazing; not just a small drop hanging half out of his pee hole, but a long wet stream ran halfway down the penis. There he stood admiring the way it worked its way down his shaft. Gary obviously was very interested with the image of how he looked when he was erect, several times now I had seen him looking at it this way for long stretches. Precum continued to ooze from his dick, and I don’t know if him or I were looking at this scene more intently.

As he stood there like this, I began to wonder what his next move would be. Would he take a pee? Could he even pee with an erection like that? Would he do his little genital exam fetish on himself again? And oh, was he going to stick that toothbrush up his butt again? Or was he so ridiculously horny at this point, with all this precum oozing out, that he just had to take it in his hand and get to masturbating? While I was a bit sad that he didn’t pee, and didn’t give himself a doctor’s exam, and completely ignored his toothbrush, I did not go away disappointed.

Lotion put on hand, hand was quickly put on dick and he began to stroke it with great speed. God was he ever turned on! The mere fact that I had seen him naked like that in his bedroom was enough for him to skip his normal foreplay games and go straight into his furious stroking. The squishing sound of his hand going up and down his shaft was ridiculously loud, and it was instantly joined by loud gasps and moans from him. Within a minute he had an absolutely furious orgasm, more intense than his other two I had witnessed. He had great trouble standing during it, and made the most incredible and painful grunts. Delightful! Sperm flew high into the air, far higher and in much greater quantity than the last time I watched, and was sprayed all over the counter top. The first stream of semen made it all the way to the mirror and dripped down. That was impressive to see.

As he stood there like that for a moment, supporting himself with his arms, I admired his white man spray all over the sink, and could not but feel flattered that I was solely responsible for his incredible response there in the bathroom. Standing naked in front of his sister for just one minute had caused him to get so ridiculously horny that he had a quick and furious orgasm. Whatever embarrassment I may have felt as I stood in his bedroom doorway face to face watching him naked was quickly replaced by a feeling of ultimate satisfaction. He was so incredibly turned on by me seeing him naked, and that made me feel really special, I have to say. For a moment I felt a special bond with him, and wanted to open the door, give his naked body a big hug, and let him know I enjoyed this just as much as he did.

All those bubbly feelings I had for him in that brief instant quickly vanished with what I saw him do next. He reached for and picked up an object on the sink that I had hitherto missed, being so focused on the precum dripping down his dick. Just like that my heart wound up in my throat, and the biggest feeling of embarrassment I ever experienced came over me. I surely thought I would die from embarrassment right there, I turned an even deeper shade of red then I had at my first gyno exam. In his hand he held a long round silver object, tapered at the end. He had my vibrator denizli escort in his hand! My own private, secret toy. The one nobody else in the whole world even knew about. What the fuck!

I was frozen in place as I realized this, filled with outrage and disbelief and ultimate disgrace. The emotions were flying around and bouncing off the inside of my head, for a moment I didn’t know what to think or how to feel, I was too in shock at the sight before me. My face continued to turn thousands of shades of red, I’m certain of it. That lousy bastard was rummaging through my things. He had been in my panty drawer, and found my vibrator in the back. And now he had it in his hand in the bathroom. Why on earth did he bring it into the bathroom with him, and why was he holding it only after he had shot his load?

If it wasn’t for the curious nature of this last question, I would have burst through the door and slugged him one, the dirty little prick. But for some reason my curiosity made me pause for a second as I began to wonder what he had in mind that he should pick up the vibrator only after he had cum. He held it up to get a good look at it, turning it about and checking out every last bit of it. He was enjoying the view of that most intimate of my toys that had rubbed all my most private areas, and I knew those very thoughts must be going through his head. If he didn’t know I masturbated before, now he had irrefutable proof. And his gaze upon the toy showed his brain envisioning exactly how it was used on me down there. How humiliating. It’s one thing to spy on a guy when he’s masturbating, but it’s a whole other world when things are reversed and he has my own toy in his hand.

I suppose a description of my vibrator is in order, for the sexually curious out there, it was your typical old fashion silver vibe, smooth and straight in nature, not shaped at all like a penis. Not a bullet vibe by any means, it was a full sized one, even a little on the big end. I had bought it because it was a particularly wide one. I enjoy the idea of being stretched when I insert it, but then I’ve just admitted more than I wanted to. It was just your typical old fashion straight up vibe, and it had served me well through many hours of solo play. My only saving grace at the moment is that Gary had no idea just how frequently I used it.

But again, what was he doing picking up my vibe only after he had jerked off? I would have thought it would have become part of his sex play while he masturbated. And then the idea dawned on me. Was he horny enough to actually masturbate two consecutive times? A quick look down to his dick showed it still half hard, softened yes, but still sticking mostly straight ahead at three quarters size, some cum still hanging off the end. It was in limbo whether to go to sleep or get turned on by what its master had found. It didn’t take long before I had my answer, as he continued to observe my vibrator closely, even pushing it through his fingers like it was being inserted (into my vagina no doubt!). His little man began once again to stand at attention at the idea of the vibrator being penetrated into certain orifices of mine.

It was a very embarrassing situation still, but I couldn’t help but imagine the erotic imagery that must be going through his mind while doing this. It became obvious that by pushing the vibe through the round hole he made with his fingers, he was imagining it going in and out of my own vagina, because shortly after this his hand went down to his pubic bone, and he mimicked with his middle finger the circular motion of a girl rubbing on her clit. It was interesting watching a guy do that, pretending how a girl did it. But he was envisioning it was how I masturbated, and again I was very embarrassed. In fairness, I guess he had every right to be curious, I had been curious enough to actually spy on him doing it.

His penis was now somehow fully engorged again and pointing skyward, mere minutes after it had exploded with cum. Even as his sperm lay there still warm on the sink, he was obviously ready to play with himself a second time. I was getting a bonus showing this time around, and with some added flavor, he’d somehow be playing around with my vibrator while he did it. But how would he use it on himself? He surely couldn’t have just brought it into the bathroom to look at it. With a twist of his hand, suddenly my vibe came to life, and I heard its slight and secretive vibrations. At once I felt the most unusual feeling of jealousy. It was my own private toy, and it was the first time it had ever serviced another person’s fancy. The mere purring sound it made, so familiar to me in my own play, made my loins moisten rapidly.

He put it down for a moment, and reached into the shower to turn off the water that had been running. At first I was afraid this was the end of his jacking session, but he picked up the vibe once again and turned it back on. Without the sound of the running water interfering, the sound of its vibrations was so much louder and erotic. Still I düzce escort felt my toy was cheating on me, and at the same time was enjoying that fact. Vibrating toy in hand, incredibly erect dick, with some left over cum still dribbling out his dick, it was an obvious union, and soon my little toy was put against the underside of his penis.

The look on his face at the contact was priceless. I really had no idea how guys might masturbate using a vibrator, but there he stood with it firmly pressed against the underside of his dick, standing almost motionless for the next two minutes, occasional noises coming from him. With the water now off, I could hear every little sound and exaggerated breath, he was but four feet from me. The proximity was exquisite. I was quite relishing the sight of him masturbating like this, and found it fascinating that a guy could use a vibrator too. His eyes were now closed and his hips slowly began to move as the feeling of the vibrations turned him on more. He was whimpering now, almost uncontrollably. A mixture of left over cum from his orgasm, and precum from the current vibrations slowly oozed out of his hole, which was a sight to see.

It took me a minute to realize my fingers were now very busily masturbating myself outside the door. Without the water running, and consequently hearing every breath of his, I had to try and be as deathly quite during my own masturbation so I did not give myself away. But rub away I did with very little self control, as my brother stood there masturbating for the second time in five minutes, with my own vibrator against his dick.

He held my vibrator now against the tip of his dick, I guess he liked the way the vibrations felt that way, and it almost seemed like it was too sensitive for him to take for long, but I looked on at the amazingly dirty sight as my brother’s cum and precum were smeared onto my vibrator in this fashion. This was the first time my vibe had ever tasted man fluid before. And with that nasty thought my first orgasm came. So close to him, I don’t know how he couldn’t have heard me. I tried to be as very quiet as I could, but while one can suppress a moan or grunt, an orgasmic breath cannot be held back. I have to imagine he heard me and knew I was on the other side of the door watching him play with my vibrator. If he did realize it, he didn’t let on, he kept my toy firmly against the end of his penis and continued to moan, even whispering, “Oh God.” a few times.

I suppose the feeling was too intense, because he soon took it away and put it on his balls. I’ve had a boyfriend tell me that rubbing the tip of his penis against his hand creates an overly sensitive feeling in his butt of all things, and even makes him pee. If Gary is built the same way, he didn’t pee, but then with how hard he was, and how much precum must have been blocking the urethra, I don’t think it was possible for him to do that at the current time. For the next two minutes he held my vibrator against his balls, and slowly stroked his dick. It looked quite interesting watching him masturbate with his hand with the added feeling the vibe was giving to his balls. A look up at his face showed he was enjoying this way a little more then just standard stroking with the hand alone.

I suppose I should have been anticipating or expecting the next phase, but it quite took me by surprise. He took the vibrator behind his back, and began to point it to that forbidden hole on his backside. Was he going to insert that thing into his butt? Yes, he was. I have mentioned how my vibe is a particularly wide one, so the idea of him fitting it up that tight hole back there was shocking. I almost believed he wouldn’t be able to do it.

He grunted a little deeper in nature when he first tried to push it inside him, it was a much different sound than I had heard him make previously. Maybe he wasn’t used to being stretched like that, especially that first moment of penetration. The look on his face was one of considerable and obvious discomfort, and even embarrassment. Yes, come to think of it, standing there all by himself his face was growing flush with embarrassment at what he was doing to himself. A clear mixture of embarrassment and even a little pain as he stretched his opening slowly to accept my vibrator in his ass. May I say virgin ass? Because that was the impression I was getting. Not virgin to a toothbrush of course, but surely virgin to something this wide.

Eventually I could tell when the tapered part was finally fully inserted, and his butt was stretched to the maximum, he stood there for a minute a bit wide eyed, taking in how it felt to be stretched back there like that. He continued to grunt in this almost unpleasant fashion as he pushed my vibe ever so slowly into him. He didn’t want to just put it in a little, he was working at putting this thing in all the way! Oh god, the image of my vibrator so very deep in his ass. The same vibrating object that had massaged my clitoris to countless orgasms, and spent countless hours inside my own vagina was now stuffed up his butt. I would call this anal play of his disgusting, except in fairness this wonderful object had spent considerable time up my own butt as well. That unique look on his face during the insertion was very similar to the one on my own when I did that same thing in my bed. How’s that for a mental picture!

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R: Paying down one of my forfeits from a recent loss involved writing this account. Enjoy.

*****

“Usual rules?”

“Certainly.”

We settled in, as usual, cross-legged and facing each other on the kitchen island. Yes, on the kitchen island. We have this plush throw to sit on, keeping exposed flesh from the granite – should it become your flesh that’s exposed -and angular foam cushions from the sofa to support our backs.

She enjoyed the edginess of being on the island, only 10 or so feet from the floor to ceiling window – with no drapes pulled and the sun going down and, eventually, the lights overhead being switched on, albeit on dimmer than full light.

She chose right. I handed over the white pawn- and we were off.

Pretty soon, there were the six pawns each set out on the angles you would expect. I was ready for her Bishop or her Knight. Instead, she triggered off an absolute slaughter of the pawns – and she persisted in taking out pawns – until she had two remaining pawns to my three. Not that this mattered really: because we only wagered garments for backline pieces, at a rate of one garment per piece.

Then she castled.

I matched, refreshing her wineglass from the bottle of chilled white.

And she jumped, all the way down the board…taking the Rook I’d just opened to attack.

It was a stunning move: much more aggressive than her usual style. I uncocked my right leg, popped off my shoe and tossed it into the livingroom where it made a soft thud on the carpet. But I was focused on the board.

What was missing of course was the usual screen of pawns. That’s what had allowed the shock move.

More importantly, fact is, I’d walked right into a trap. I could rescue my Knight from the corner square but my Bishop couldn’t be moved because of the King shielding behind it. Realizing she couldn’t take my Bishop without my King taking her Rook immediately, I got my Knight to safety.

Only to have her Queen take the same direct path as her Rook earlier, and replace my Queen. Then she raised her glass in a mock toast, her eyes twinkling.

My second shoe thudded to the floor in the livingroom. Now my mind was reeling. It was another trap, of course – but I had no choice.

My King took her Queen.

Did I mention she had spectacular legs? Not just good legs – spectacular. So when she popped off and tossed her right saucony shoe into the livingroom, stretching out the leg in the shorts with the snug fit, well, it was distracting. For me.

Guys…Can we smell female leg flesh do you think? There is something extremely sexy about bare female legs. Something utterly distracting.

Evidently not worried about such things, she simply took the Bishop my King had been protecting with that damned Rook. And smiled.

Because I now had a bare left foot and no choice but to get my King off the backline. Which left my Knight as easy pickings.

So I was barefoot entirely and her damn Rook was running amok.

“I do love your feet, bare,” she smiled, emphasizing the last word ever so slightly, sipping her wine.

Commenting on the sexiness of her bare feet was something I did, occasionally, to tease. So after poking out my tongue at her, I angled my King into immediate proximity to her Rook.

She took my pawn, clearing the Rook from the range of my King – and effectively leaving me stymied.

She had two pawns and seven of bitlis escort her eight backline pieces. And both my socks and my shoes.

I had a Rook, a Knight, a Bishop, two pawns and my King. And the only move that didn’t involve further sacrifice was a pawn.

She Castled again. (I know, but we’re not rigid about such rules. ‘Pedantic’ is how she describes these sorts of things).

I couldn’t Castle without risking another lethal strike. So I got my Knight out of harm’s way.

Only to have her other Rook put me in Check.

I got my King to temporary safety.

Only to have the Rook cross the board and take my Knight.

I unbuttoned my shirt and sent it fluttering into the livingroom.

“And I do love your abs,” she smiled, extending an oh so sexy bare leg to poke at my abs with the sock-clad toes of her foot – while sipping her wine. “Btw,” and she said B-T-W, “Am I going to strip you in one game, do you think?” To emphasize the point, her toe traced my abs from side to side, and back, before withdrawing to be tucked away.

The thought crossed my mind to Resign. That would avoid a single game rout – and deny her that at least. But that would only strip me to my now way too tight briefs and she, having won, would be positioned to insist on another game. A game where I would be naked with the first back-line piece she took…and from there, well, you get the idea.

My Bishop took her Rook, at last. And her other shoe.

Only to have her Bishop take mine.

So I had to wriggle out of my jeans and toss them. Leaving only the inadequate briefs, with the glistening circumcised tip of my erection clearly visible above the thick elastic.

To Resign now would leave me naked with only forfeits to play for in the next game.

It wasn’t that I minded losing, you understand. I’d won a few, and lost a few… we were pretty much an even match when it came to the game. And we’d been doing this for a good few years. So it depended on the day. And it was never boring, win or lose. But on this day, I was refilling my glass more than usual – twice to date, in fact, I realized – also noting the continuing twinkle in her eye. The twinkle that sent an abrupt shudder up my spine.

Because it meant she had something ‘special’ in mind.

I chose the offensive and took my Rook from corner to corner, to threaten one of her pawns and her Knight – hoping against hope she’d make a mistake.

She didn’t. She moved her remaining Rook to put me in Check. Her smile was once again recognizable from long experience. It was the one that read ‘no quarter asked nor given.’

Another breath-taking quiver passed through me.

I rescued my King.

Only to have one of her Bishops put me back in Check.

I again rescued my King.

Only to have her other Bishop put me back in Check.

I again rescued my King.

Only to have one of her Bishops take my Rook.

And, much to her amusement, my briefs.

For those keeping score, I had two pawns and my King.

She also had two pawns, two Bishops, two Knights, one Rook and her King. Oh, and all of her clothes, except for her shoes.

Wriggling out of my by now much too tight briefs was initially a relief. After all, no erection likes to be trapped. But getting them off my feet was a bit awkward, in large part because an erection reduces forward bending flexibility.

She bolu escort could help, of course. She didn’t. She just sipped her wine – the twinkling eyes clear evidence of…well, malice aforethought for sure. But what form would that take?

Peeling the briefs off the toes on my left foot, finally, I tossed them overhand in an arc into the livingroom area.

Naked. Fully exposed now to her overt scrutiny. I made very sure to keep my legs well apart, hinged flat at the knees – so I could remain somewhat comfortable. And reach the board. And avoid any risk, between moves, of blocking her view.

Because yes, she would punish me for that. As I would, were the roles reversed.

The silence seemed to stretch.

Once again, she could help, of course. She could say something, anything. She didn’t. She just sipped her wine.

My glass was empty again, and my throat parched. I turned my attention back to the board.

To review… I had two pawns and my King. She also had two pawns, but also two Bishops, two Knights, one Rook and her King.

And all of her clothes, except for her shoes.

I opened my mouth, decided I couldn’t really decide what to do next – and there wasn’t really anything I could say, or think of to say – so I closed my mouth again.

And she struck with immaculate timing, saying:” I was pondering earlier, you may recall…when was the last time one of us was naked before the end of game one?”

Her voice, seemingly far away, and her words, seemingly surreal somehow, this time did trigger a memory…

***

We were in college, having known each other only a few weeks…four maybe, five. No, probably more like two months. No guy remembers those sort of details. Regardless, it was late at night, and the library was about to close.

The year, purely FYI, was 1986.

We were headed back to her rooms from here. That was certain now.

You see, on the board between us, I was down to my King and two pawns – while she also had two pawns, two Knights, her Queen and her King.

I had also just moved one of my pawns into immediate sacrifice, to protect my King. Completely futile bit of time wasting, of course.

In virtual terms, while she was all but fully clothed, I was naked. Although of course we hadn’t yet removed a single garment.

After all, we were in the university library.

“You really will have to raise your game,” she teased, the remarkable eyes sparkling.

A librarian, books in arms, passed through the stacks nearby and seeing her from the corner of my eye dried up any potential retort. Looking back into the sparkling eyes, a sure sign it would be her rooms we were headed for, I forced a smile and reached for my King – to resign.

After all, the sooner we got to her rooms the better.

“Uh-uh,” an immaculate finger waved sideways just inside my field for vision. “Besides the fact it’s not your move – resign, and I’ll collect every garment I’m owed immediately.”

My eyes went in the direction of the stacks, and the last sighting of the librarian. It was almost closing time so they were all busy tidying up.

“I’m over here.” The quiet statement was a whiplash.

The smile with the twinkling eyes was a full flogging. “I wasn’t…I…”

Ignoring my stuttering response, she merely continued to smile and said: “It’s an existential conundrum really. When you have burdur escort nothing left to put on the table, and no hope of recovery, what do you do?”

Good question. My brain simply emptied – I swear, no coherent thought pattern whatever emerged. It is a moment I recall with utmost clarity – one of THOSE moments, in large part etched in my memory because of the sheer ruthlessness of her next statement.

“You really do have a lovely cock. Some of the girls don’t believe me. I think I’m going to take completely discretionary forfeits for every piece remaining, including pawns.”

You had to be there. You had to see the sheer mischievous grin. You can believe me when I say that grin sucked every bit of air from the area where we were seated – especially when she leaned forward and captured my pawn, putting me back in Check.

Because at that moment in that situation I had absolutely no doubts she was contemplating the opportunity to show me off to the ‘girls’…

***

“As I was saying, when was the last time one of us was naked before the end of game one?”

I’m sure my expression was a gape. And why not? Her touch had brought me crashing back to the present. A direct touch, mind you, of her fingertip to the tip of my erection…followed by a quick little swiping motion…followed by an almost slow motion tasting of the pre-cum on her fingertip…followed by a bright smile and swirl of the contents of her glass…followed by a sip of the wine.

The groan in my head must in fact have been audible because she chuckled, tossing her hair off one shoulder, efficiently moving her Rook to put me in Check.

No option left, I moved one of my two pawns to block her Rook.

She took the pawn with her Knight and put the pawn in a special place, on its own, several inches to the left of the cluster she’d created of my captured pieces…

***

When the pawn had come to rest near her left knee, on the low table in the uni library, back in 1986, it had seemed to me to have mesmeric characteristics. Okay, odd I know, but it almost seemed to float fractionally above the tabletop – as though it was, well, magical.

“That’s the discretionary forfeit, right?”

“Yes.” She’d adjusted her seating position in the chair, nonchalantly. “Your move.”

My fingers had shook, somewhat embarrassingly, when I made the only move possible – to move my King from Check.

And she swept up the second pawn, setting it, it seemed to me almost reverently, beside the first pawn. “And yes,” she said, “that’s the second whim you’ll have to indulge.” She’d paused to swipe at her long lush hair with spread fingertips. “And that, of course, leaves only the grand prize. They do say good things come in threes, don’t they.”

“Are you two almost finished?”

The voice of the librarian, from behind me, had sent my heart-rate into orbit – almost literally. Barely, above the pounding in my chest and head, I heard the reply: “Oh yes, I have him on the rack.”

“Good for you,” the librarian’s chuckle seemed to run up and down my spine. “Do take your time then. It’s 10 minutes to closing – feel free to savour the moment.”

And she did…moving every piece, closing in relentlessly, all the while with a smile that reminded me of the threat, quote…’ to collect every garment I’m owed immediately’, were I to resign…

***

Back in real time, on the island in the kitchen, she carefully placed the second and last pawn beside the first. And there was no librarian to call time… no mechanism to curb her demonstration of dominance…

“Hazing time,” she interrupted my reverie, raising her glass in mock toast: smiling the smile she had all those years ago…

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Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.

***

My pussy was getting wetter at the thought of walking around Ibiza Town in broad daylight wearing only a dress that was totally see-through. Okay, I’d worn that colourful top as a dress before but this was different. I don’t know why, it just felt different; more sexy.

I went up onto the deck and moved the sybian closer to the back of the boat and rode it to 2 wonderful orgasms.

Lust having been satisfied for a short while, I got on with sorting out my cabin. As I moved my toys back I saw my new egg and put that to one side to wear later. Then I saw my pink dog collar, I put it with my new egg. I saw the ball gag but discounted that; how could I talk to Chuck with that in my mouth?

When I was organised I put the dog collar on and put the egg and its control in my bag. Then I went over to the café to get something to eat; I didn’t know when I’d get to eat later in the day.

Manuel greeted me in his usual way and asked me if I had been pleased to see my father.

“Is that a present from him?” He asked pointing to my neck.

“Oh no, I’ve had this for a while; I just haven’t been wearing it so that I don’t get a white ring around my neck. I’m going into town today so I won’t get much sun.”

“Well you’ve done a good job of getting a tan; you are a totally different colour than you were when you arrived a few weeks ago. I can’t see any white patches anywhere.”

“There’s at least one place that you haven’t been able to see and that might still be white.”

“Oh I’ve seen everywhere Georgia and you are 100 percent a nice golden tan.”

I tried to think back to a time when Manuel had seen my pussy and decided that it must have been when I’d been sat in the café with my legs open. Half the time these days I just don’t realise that I’m sitting like that.

Stomach full, I went back to the boat and had another session on the sybian. This time I slid one of the accessories over the dildo; the one that turns it into a big fat dildo; I wanted to stretch my pussy as much as I could.

It took a couple of minutes to get myself right down so that my clit was resting on the upturned scrubbing brush then I switched it on and rode it to the end of a another orgasm.

Then it was time to leave for my appointment. I went and got out one of my new, totally see-through dresses. I selected one that would fall into a puddle on the floor just as soon as I pushed the shoulder straps off my shoulders. Having said that, they all looked like they would do that.

I put the dress on and tested my requirement. It worked.

Then I thought about what I was planning to do that evening. A dress would not do so I took the dress off, and tried on the skirts and tops that Celeste had just sent me. I settled for a black skirt with a yellow pattern and a yellow halter top that fastened like a string bikini top. Tying the strings very loosely would work for me.

I took the skirt and top off and put them in my bag along with one of my butt plugs then I put the dress back on. I took one last look at myself in the mirror then grabbed my bag and left the boat.

As I walked to the taxi I felt just as good as I do when I’m totally naked. I was happy.

The taxi took me right to Chuck’s building door and the only people I saw were the taxi driver and 2 teenage girls who were passing when I got out of the taxi. I don’t know why they were giggling as they walked away, it could have been my dress, or could have been the very unladylike way that I got out of the taxi; or it could have been something completely different.

Stood outside Chuck’s door I did one more test of pushing my shoulder straps off then catching my dress before it hit the floor. Then I pulled it back into place and knocked on the door.

Chuck opened the door, we said hello then I walked straight over to the sofa and put my bag down. Then I said,

“I presume that this session will start the same as the last couple, with me getting naked and masturbating.”

Before he could answer, my dress was on the floor and I was flopped down on the low sofa with the fingers of my right hand rubbing my pussy.

Chuck just stared with a smile on his face.

Less than 2 minutes later I was jerking about as the first of my orgasms for Chuck hit me. When my heart rate was getting back to normal Chuck said,

“I’ve lost count of the number of times that I’ve told you Georgia that taking your clothes off and masturbating here is not necessary for the hypnotism to work.”

“And is you fucking me when I’m in a hypnotic state, or whatever it’s called, necessary Chuck, or do you just like fucking me?”

“Georgia, how many times do I have to tell you that it would be unprofessional of me to have any sort of sexual contact with you.”

“Come on Chuck; you must be fucking me; you’d be mad not to.”

“Shall we get on with the session Georgia?”

“Okay.”

“Right, firstly how was your bayburt escort week? Did anyone use your trigger word and did you orgasm?”

“What trigger word?”

“The one that we agreed that you would use.”

“You mean Pr … Pr … Pri … Pri.”

“Okay Georgia; I’ll say it.

“Priapus.”

It worked.

Two minutes later I said,

“Say it again Chuck. I want to know if it being said quite close to the last time will get me to cum again.”

“Okay Georgia; I’ve seen you orgasm enough times so I guess that one more time won’t do any harm. Priapus.”

It worked.

Two minutes later Chuck continued,

“During this final session I will be concreting the association of ‘that word’ with an orgasm in your brain. I”

“You can say Priapus and not call it ‘that word’ Chuck; I don’t mind cumming again for you.”

“It’s not for me Georgia, it’s for you. Now where was I, oh yes, reinforcing. When I have done that, in theory, someone saying that word anytime for the rest of your life should induce an orgasm. I say ‘in theory’ because there are no documented cases of a woman returning to her hypnotist and saying that it no longer works.”

“Good.”

“As usual, I will have to induce a hypnotic state.”

Chuck got his tablet out and as he came over to me I said,

“Are you going to fuck me again Chuck? You don’t have to use a condom; I’m on the pill so I won’t get pregnant.”

“Georgia; just look at the screen please.”

I did, and saw the usual weird swirling images.

When I came round I was flat on my back on the sofa with one foot on the floor. As I sat up I looked at my legs and saw little indentation on my knees as if I’d been kneeling on something knobbly, like the carpet in there.

“You did fuck me didn’t you Chuck?”

“Georgia; I’m not having this conversation with you again. Right, the reinforcement went well and I’m confident that whenever you hear that word you will have an orgasm. If I remember rightly, you’ve already paid me for 4 sessions so, unless there’s something else that concludes our business. I have to say that it was very interesting to meet you Georgia. Don’t forget to put your dress on before you leave.

As I walked down the stairs I got my phone out and looked at the time. I’d been in there with Chuck for 2 whole hours. Surely a bit if reinforcement of the association of the word Priapus with and orgasm couldn’t have taken all that time?

The other thing was my inner thighs were wet; could that just be my juices or was it Chuck’s jism seeping out of me.

Chuck never had admitted that he’d fucked me but I was now 99.9 percent sure that he had.

I wasn’t worried though; I’d got what I wanted out of those visits.

I needed a drink and an ice cream so I headed to where I knew there was a café. I sat at an outside table next to one that had 3 young men sat at it. One of them saw me arriving and I saw him nudge his mates. All 3 stared at me as I sat down on a chair facing them.

I sat with my butt perched on the front edge of the seat and lay back with my knees open. They would have been able to see all of my pussy as they stared at me; but they never said anything.

I closed my knees when the waiter came to take my order and when he brought my cola and ice cream, but apart from that my pussy was on full display.

I so wanted to ask them what the name of the Greek God with a giant cock was but looking at them I doubted that they would know.

About 30 minutes later I left and headed to the gym.

“I like your dress Georgia,” Pedro said, “turn around.”

I did a slow 360 with a grin on my face then asked,

“Are there many people here?”

“About 6 or 7, and you’ll be pleased to hear that you are starting a trend.”

“What do you mean Pedro?”

“Working out without any clothes on.”

I grinned then said,

“Are you complaining Pedro?”

“No, no, it’s good for business.”

“You should let the girls in for free if they workout naked.”

“I’ve let those 2 in for nothing and you haven’t paid for the last few sessions.”

“I bet that you’re making the money from the extra men.”

“Si Señora. So are you here for a workout, or did you just come here to show me that fabulous dress?”

“Both Pedro. Anyone in the changing room?”

“I don’t know.”

I went in and there wasn’t. I quickly got naked the opened my bag. I had 2 objects to find new homes for and my pussy wanted them quickly. I easily slid the egg up my hole then I rubbed the tip of the butt plug around my soaking pussy then eased it into my butt. I’d chosen the one with the pink fake diamond, thinking that it would look good showing through the skirt that I was going to put on later.

I switched the egg onto medium speed with random burst of full throttle and random electric shocks from the 1 click position; I wanted to create a new record of orgasms whilst working out.

As I walked in to the workout room I immediately saw 2 naked girls. Both looked Spanish and both had bald bilecik escort pussies. I wondered if their men went there and had been talking about the naked girl that had started to go there and had decided to do the same just to keep their man happy.

Whatever the reason it was nice to see them even if they did take the focus off me some of the time.

The men in the room were doing very little except for watching one or both of the Spanish girls and they turned to look at me. My pussy started tingling, and it wasn’t just because the egg was starting to have an effect on me.

I started my routine and everyone in there quickly discovered my butt plug. Even one of the girls stopped and watched me as I contorted my body with exercises that displayed my pussy and the pink butt plug.

I was on the mats at one end of the room so I made sure that whatever position I was in my pussy would be visible either directly to their eyes or in the big wall mirrors.

It was on the third exercise that the first orgasm hit me and I collapsed down and started moaning and shaking. There was no way that they didn’t know that I was cumming.

Orgasm over, I got up and continued from where I had left off.

This happened 5 times whilst I was on the mats. On the third time the egg decided to give me an electric shock when I was right in the middle of cumming.

I let out a loud “Aaarrrgghh” and the orgasm reached a new high and I must have been on the mats shaking and jerking about for at least 2 minutes. My hands went to my tits and squeezed then pulled on my nipples as I gasped and said a few words that maybe I shouldn’t have; well not with strangers around.

And I heard that bell again. So did some of the people watching me. They were looking around to see who had brought their phone into the workout room.

Again, once the orgasm was over I got up and continued as if nothing had happened.

It was the exercise cycles next and after I’d raised the seat I climbed on, lowering myself onto the saddle slowly in case it made my butt hurt me. As it was there was only slight discomfort and that soon disappeared when I started pedalling.

One of the girls looked at me in amazement as my pussy slid from side to side. I wondered if she’d thought of raising the saddle. The other girl wasn’t staring, she was going over to the next bike and I watched her raise the saddle.

A burst of full vibrations took me over the edge for my first orgasm on the bike. That was followed by 2 more then I got another electric shock.

OMG; how I stayed on that bike I will never know. I certainly stopped pedalling and gave the handle bars a death grip. My body was shaking like hell; my pussy thought it was on fire and my nipples felt like they were about to explode; and my lungs tried to suck in all the air in the room.

Somehow, I got through it and started pedalling again.

The girl on the next bike was staring at me but her concentration was on the effects of sliding from side to side on her clit.

Moving on to the leg spreader, I climbed on and strapped my legs to it. Before pressing any of the switches I looked around the room. There must have been 7 or 8 men, 2 naked girls and 1 clothed girl. All were staring at me and anticipating what I was going to do.

And I did it all; even getting the machine to go crazy. The egg made sure that I gave my audience a great view of my pussy muscles contracting and relaxing over and over as I climbed and went over the edge. It did that twice then the electric shock came.

I was on my back at the time and I vaguely remember seeing my little tits, with rock hard and throbbing nipples slightly quiver over my shaking torso. And I heard that bell again.

But while I was still up there, the machine sat me up and closed then opened my legs again. Then the back of the seat dropped again.

When I could control my arms again I put my hand on the control and pressed the sequence of keys to shut it down.

I lay there for a minute or so then sat up and released my legs. I still had more exercises to do. I finished them without cumming again then decided to go and have a short rest in reception.

Pedro was sat at his desk so I went over to him, still totally naked and asked him where the cameraman was.

“He got all the footage that he needed last time.”

“I thought that he might want to have some naked Spanish girls in his movie.”

“One of those naked girls is Alejandro’s girlfriend and the other is his sister.”

“Oh, so he’ll be able to video them naked anytime.”

“Probably.”

Just then another young man came in off the street and signed-in. He had a good look at me before going to the changing room.

A minute or so later I followed him in to the changing room to get a bottle of water out of my bag. He was stark naked and I smiled at the sight of his hard-on as I passed him on the way to my locker.

After the drink I was feeling refreshed and I decided to do the same circuit again. The egg was still purring away and I wondered bingöl escort how many times it would make me cum, and how many electric shocks it would give me before I finished.

The answer was 4 and 3. All of them would have been extremely embarrassing to most women but I was really enjoying it, even though it was draining my energy. I reasoned that I could afford to be totally knackered when I left the gym because I wouldn’t need much energy for what I had planned for the rest of the day.

As I walked to the shower I saw 2 men already in there. Ignoring them but at the same time staring at their cocks; I started to shower. The egg gave me a quick blast and I shook and let out a gasp. The blast wasn’t long enough to make me cum but it reminded me that I didn’t want it in for my next adventure of the day.

I squat down and squeezed it out, catching it in my hand. Something made me look up and I saw the 2 naked girls from the gym. I also heard one of the men say, in Spanish,

“See, I told you that she must have something inside her that was making her cum like that.”

Then one of the girls said,

“I’ve got one of those, they’re amazing aren’t they?”

“Certainly are; this one even gives me electric shocks.”

“That sounds painful.”

“Yes and no; it certainly makes for good orgasms.”

“I’ll bet. Hey, you look like the kind of girl that might be interested in making a movie, one where you don’t wear clothes.”

“You mean a porno movie. I’ve already been in 2 of those; some guy called Alejandro came here and recorded me working out just like I did today, then he came again and recorded a couple of friends and me. The thing was, I thought it was for a gym promotional video but a few days later I saw them on a big screen in a village up in the hills.”

“Ah, that Alejandro guy is my boyfriend; I’m Valeria and this is his sister Maria. Pedro and Alejandro should have been up front with you. I can get him to pay you if you like.”

“Fuck no; I loved every second of it. I’m Georgia by the way.”

The 2 guys realised that they were being ignored and decided to leave and Valeria and Maria moved in and started showering.

“So Georgia, Alejandro is always looking for models either just to photograph or to star in his movies, do you fancy trying it?” Valeria said.

“Me! Look at me; I look like a skinny 12 year old. I haven’t seen many porno movies but the odd one that I have seen was full of girls with melons hanging from their chests.”

“Georgia, you’ve already stared in a couple of movies and you’d be surprised at the demand for girls that have small breasts and look a lot younger than they actually are. You are over 18 aren’t you?”

“Of course, I can show you my Dancer’s I.D. card if you like.”

In that case you’d be a natural for Alejandro’s movies. What do you think?”

“I don’t know; I guess that it depends on what’s involved.”

“How about you meet Alejandro and see what he’s got planned.”

“Okay, why not; I can always say no if I don’t like what he says; besides, he owes me for the videos that he took here.”

“Good, I’m sure that you’ll have lots of fun. When can you meet him? Are you free now?”

“Sorry, I’ve got plans for the rest of today, and tomorrow; but I’m free the day after.”

“Sounds good; give me your phone number and I’ll fix up a time and place.”

By that time we’d all finished showering and were getting dressed. I couldn’t help noticing that neither of them wore any underwear. When Valeria and Maria saw the skirt and top that I put on they both wanted a closer look at the material and they wanted to know where I got it.

“So you walk about town wearing those? With nothing on underneath?” Maria asked.

“Yes, I was quite nervous at first but I soon realised that most people only see what they expect to see. I’ve even walked around town totally naked without anyone saying anything.”

“Alejandro will like you Georgia.”

“I’ve got a stage name that my boss gave me, Lolita, he said that it suites me better that Georgia if I’m going to walk about with very little or nothing on and take part in live sex shows.”

“I have to agree with him, Lolita does suit you better and it will go down well in the movies.”

I had a go at Pedro on the way out, telling him that he should have told me that Alejandro was making a porno movie. Trying to plead ignorance he told me that he was going to use it as a promotional video.

I told him that neither my friends nor I were going to give him more euros but we would be back and expected to use his gym for free. He agreed.

I said goodbye to Valeria and Maria and they went one way and me the other.

Another massage was next on my plan for the evening but before that I needed another drink so I headed to where I knew there was a café.

The café was quite busy with lots of men watching a football match on the television. That didn’t stop a couple of them looking at me. One said,

“Hello gorgeous.”

And the other complimented me by wolf-whistling at me.

I sat at one of the free tables and ordered a drink. I watched the girl as she brought my drink and her eyes were looking at my body. I was sat lazily in the chair and she could see my pussy below my skirt and the rest of my front through the skirt and top. She smiled at me as she put the drink on the table.

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It was fully a week before Mr Blackwood presented himself at Morton Lodge. He excused his absence, which he explained was due to his being called away to town on urgent business. Mr and Mrs Hannard accepted this explanation as those with no reason to suspect otherwise would, but Katherine suspected that his failure to present himself sooner was due more to their unfinished business than to his more mundane business.

Indeed, while the week of separation had allowed Katherine to more or less recover physically from the exhaustion that had attended her particular exertions, emotionally she had grown in suffering as her imaginings had developed as to how Mr Blackwood might enforce her promise that she would do anything. In her more rational moods, she realised that whatever he might ask of her, it could not be as bad as the anticipation of it, and she persuaded herself that this anticipation was deliberately introduced as part of his game.

It was with a mix of relief and anxiety therefore, that Katherine accepted Mr Blackwood’s invitation to join him in a walk to Morton Hall. The walk passed pleasantly as they strolled in the sunshine, discussing the weather, the wildflowers and any other cheery subjects that came to mind. Once at Morton Hall, however, Mr Blackwood lost some of his loquacity and Katherine’s anxiety began to return. An observer would have noticed that their pace increased and neither looked around as much as they had before entering the grounds. Indeed were it not for the gardener standing and doffing his cap to them, it is unlikely that they would have noticed his presence at all.

“Good afternoon Thomas,” Mr Blackwood greeted the young man. A short conversation followed on the subject of what to plant on the West side of the house, the conclusion of which was missed by Katherine as her thoughts returned to the debt she would soon be paying. As Thomas returned to the beds he was attending, Mr Blackwood led Katherine into the house and upstairs. They entered a room which, despite the brightness of the day, was dim, due to the heavy curtains which were drawn across the window.

“You remember what you told me before I left you last week?” asked Mr Blackwood.

Katherine nodded. “I remember.”

“And you intend to honour your promise?”

“Of course.” Katherine intended her reply to sound strong, defiant, but she felt sure that Mr Blackwood had noticed her voice quaver slightly. Certainly he smiled as he heard the words.

“Good.” He sat in a chair, his hands resting easily in his lap, his eyes on her, a half smile on his face that unsettled her more than she had expected. “You may remove your clothes.”

The calmness in his voice did nothing to calm Katherine’s nerves. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she fumbled at the button of her dress. Her hands were clumsy which added to the sensation of being in a dream, made all the stranger by Mr Blackwood’s calm attention. As she pulled the dress off one shoulder, though, revealing one lovely breast, she thought she discerned a slightly sharper than usual intake of breath from her observer, and a shift in position that suggested his hands were not merely resting in his lap but shielding from view his involuntary response to his game. As Katherine let the dress slip to the floor, she saw Mr Blackwood’s half smile turn into a more lustful look of concentration. She bent down to remove her shoes, but Mr Blackwood stopped her.

“No. Leave them on. I like you just like that.”

Katherine stood before Mr Blackwood, naked apart from her shoes. She deliberately held her arms by her side, allowing him to see her fully, refusing to allow him the victory of seeing her try to cover her bare flesh.

“Turn around—slowly.” She did as she was asked, relishing the appreciative sounds that escaped Mr Blackwood’s lips. “Come here. Stand in front of me.”

Her breasts swayed slightly as she stepped forward, and she felt Mr Blackwood’s eyes burning them as he admired their movement. Even naked before him, she knew she still retained balıkesir escort some degree of power over him, and her nipples grew hard in the few steps she took while he stared. He glanced lower for a second, then into her eyes. “I think you may be enjoying yourself a little too much,” he remarked, reaching one hand out. Katherine flinched slightly as his fingers plucked playfully at her dark thatch, then forced herself to relax. His fingers continued their unhurried exploration, running up and down her pink lips, feeling them start to swell and separate before one finger pushed its way into the soft entrance, feeling the telltale wetness that Katherine would have preferred to keep to herself on this occasion. As this invading finger probed into the sensitive flesh, curling back on itself to work the sensitive front wall of her passage, sending warm sensations deep into her core, Katherine was unable to suppress a sigh of pleasure. Immediately Mr Blackwood removed the delightfully invasive digit.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone,” he instructed. Katherine hesitated. “Unless you want to back out of your promise.” It was not simply the promise, but the hunger of her loins that forced Katherine to obey. Her hand took over where Mr Blackwood’s had abandoned her. Two fingers plunged deep inside her, reawakening the fire that had been ignited a moment before. She felt her fingers being grasped by the wet muscle and squeezed herself even tighter around them to increase the sensation as she slid them in and out, slowly at first, building the warm tense feeling inside her as she looked Mr Blackwood in the eye. His breathing increased in unison with hers. She remembered the previous week when these sensations were an unwelcome and involuntary effect of his toy, but now all she could think of was bringing herself to an explosive climax.

More! She needed more. A third finger joined the two already inside her, and she ground her palm against her inflamed button. She closed her eyes and reached her free hand out to steady herself as her legs weakened and she bent over, using the new position to increase the pressure, increase the pleasure that her hand was giving her. Flashes of light danced on the inside of her eyelids and she felt her body trembling. Her moans became louder and more urgent as she felt herself approaching her peak.

Suddenly her hand stopped moving. Something was stopping it. Katherine opened her eyes, staring wildly around. Mr Blackwood was gripping her wrist. She tried to grind herself against her unexpectedly motionless hand, but it was pulled clear of its target.

“Not yet,” she was told. “I haven’t had nearly enough fun with you yet.” Katherine felt her hard-won build up of pleasure draining away in a massive anticlimax. Her eyes settled for a moment on the hand she had used to steady herself and she felt a minor victory when she saw that she had been holding Mr Blackwood’s thigh, and that where her nails had dug in, small spots of blood were staining his breeches.

She had no time to see anything else, for Mr Blackwood led her to the curtained window and swiftly bound each wrist to a cord attached to the wall at the side of it. Secured as she was, were it not for the curtain, her nakedness would be on full display to anyone who happened to glance at the window. Her shelter against exposure was not to last however, for not only did Mr Blackwood draw the curtains, he reached over her naked shoulder and threw the window open, exposing her to the warm afternoon sun.

As Mr Blackwood’s hands reacquainted themselves with her body, tracing their way around her breasts, stroking the soft skin from her armpits to her elbows, back again to run down to her hips and onto her throbbing belly, pinching her nipples, plucking at them, Katherine saw that whatever Mr Blackwood’s advice to the gardener about the west side of the house, he was putting it into practice, for not twenty yards distant from the window where she was currently securely fastened, he was examining bartın escort one of the flowerbeds. Panicked, she turned her head to her captor. “Thomas is just down there!” she whispered fiercely.

“I know. Exciting, isn’t it?”

The strange thing was, it was rather exciting to be suspended naked above the head of a potential spectator who only had to glance up to witness a most unusual spectacle. And from the firm pressure on her naked buttocks through his breeches, clearly Mr Blackwood was also stirred by the thought. The pressure did not last long, however, as Mr Blackwood unfastened his breeches and released his member. With his hands firmly grasping Katherine’s hips, he used one foot to push her feet apart, and pulled her onto his rigid cock. Clearly he was in the mood to prolong his pleasure, for once inside her he paused, holding her to him, his flesh inside hers, filling her, recreating that familiar itch, the hunger for movement, for friction, but still he refused to satisfy her desires and his own. He pressed his strong chest against her back, cupping her breasts with his hands and kissing her neck, delicate little kisses in a chain from one ear, around the nape of her neck to the other ear. As he started to return, Katherine decided that she would have to take charge. She began tensing and relaxing her muscles, gripping and releasing the unmoving hard flesh inside her.

In response, Mr Blackwood began to thrust, gently at first, but enough to persuade Katherine that relief would be forthcoming. Long, slow strokes of his temperate and friendly weapon made her start to melt inside. If it wasn’t for the cords holding her arms and his hands, again gripping her hips, she would have fallen to the floor as for the second time that afternoon, her legs weakened with the increasing pleasure.

Mr Blackwood took one hand from her hip and, wrapping it in her hair, he pulled her head back, wetly pressing his hot mouth to her flushed cheek. As he started to drive harder into her, using her hair as a bridle, he pulled her back to meet his thrusts.

Momentarily forgetting her situation, Katherine allowed a groan of pleasure to explode out of her. She quickly clamped her jaw closed, but it was too late. Thomas, who had been gardening quietly, oblivious to the scene taking place just above him, was abruptly made aware of it as he sought out the origin of the noise he had heard. It took just a second for him to identify the window and the originator of the sound. Once he saw Katherine’s exquisite naked body, he quickly turned away. Of course he was unable to maintain such an honourable position; glancing over his shoulder, he realised that she knew he had seen her, and yet she was still there. He stared at her, slowly realising by the movement of her body what was happening to her.

Katharine was unable to take her eyes off the gardener. She was caught between shame in her nudity and pride in the effect that it was having on this man, for there was no doubt that Thomas was enjoying what he saw. The result of this on her was increased excitement and desire, and she pushed herself back onto Mr Blackwood’s cock with increasing force and frenzy, feeding her lust.

The pressure building inside her almost exploded instantly as she saw Thomas pull his own cock out and start playing with it. She, Katherine Hannard was driving a man to the pinnacle of lustful pleasure, and not only that, even at this distance she could see that while he might be scruffy in his everyday appearance, he had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, no less than eight inches long, and so fat that his hand didn’t come close to wrapping itself around it.

Thomas’ hand stroked up and down his enormous prick, and Katherine matched his rhythm as she moved back and forth on that of Mr Blackwood. All the time, Thomas watched Katherine, and Katherine watched him, as did Mr Blackwood from his position behind her thrusting rump. Katharine’s now unstifled moans spurred Thomas on to faster movements of his hand up and down batman escort his leaping shaft, and still she matched his speed, plunging her ravenous hole brutally onto Mr Blackwood’s welcoming cock, the fire inside her, the pleasure of being watched, of being taken publicly, of being an arousing force, a sexual goddess driving her wild with desire.

As Thomas’ cock spurted its seed in a powerful jet across the flowerbeds he had been attending, Katherine screamed, her nails digging into the palms of her hands in fists of exultation as she felt her own pleasure culminate in a throbbing, pulsating, quivering surge of energy which shook her entire body causing Mr Blackwood to flood her with his own offering, pumping deep inside her before virtually collapsing on her back, semi-consciously kissing the sweat that had coated her as a result of her exertions. Katherine herself had collapsed and was hanging exhausted from her bonds.

Mr Blackwood withdrew his softening member from Katherine and fastened his breeches. Leaving her bound in the window, slowly returning to her senses, he stepped out of the room.

Katherine had just managed to regain her feet when she heard hushed voices approaching the door behind her. She twisted herself around in time to see Mr Blackwood leading Thomas into the room. Thomas was clutching his cap in both hands and looked nervous.

“When are you going to get another chance like this?” Mr Blackwood asked the young gardener, putting his arm around him and almost dragging him over so he stood directly behind Katherine. Katherine, now exposed to the sight of Thomas while in the same room could not hide her embarrassment and turned away to avoid his gaze.

“I don’t know, sir, it doesn’t seem right.” Thomas’ voice was quiet and it shook. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to desire, how much nerves, and how much embarrassment.

Whatever it was, the softness of his voice combined with the memory of his gorgeous cock had an extraordinary effect on Katherine. Once again she turned her head, looked Thomas in the eye and whispered “Do it.”

As Thomas fumbled to free his already rehardened member, Katherine spread her legs to prepare for the assault of this formidable assailant. He presented the tip at the entrance to her hole and started to push. Katherine gasped as she felt herself stretched. It felt like she was going to be torn in half, but Thomas’ surprising gentleness as he eased deeper and deeper into her warmth allowed her to accommodate his girth, and eventually the full length of his mighty cock, deeper than any man had ever thrust into her before. Once inside, he slowly began to rock back and forth, each stroke drawing a cry of anguished pleasure from his quarry, gradually increasing the violence of his thrusts as Katherine’s body adapted to its invader until, with his rough, strong hands kneading her breasts, he was driving his cock into her with all his might, no longer thinking about what he was doing but combining his primal instinct with hers as they worked towards a second climax.

Despite the rapid escalation of her excitement, Katherine managed to look around to see Mr Blackwood sat in his chair with what looked like a large book held in front of him, low enough so he could see the progress of the scene in front of him. Katherine turned back to the window to concentrate on the stimulation of Thomas’ enormous pounding cock inside her, turning her insides to a trembling, fiery mass of jelly. Now, each time he thrust was producing an ever louder scream of pure pleasure, culminating in a throbbing shriek as, for a second time she collapsed to hang in her bonds, except this time Thomas’ seed was not spurting onto flowerbeds, but shooting deep inside her aching, pulsating belly.

Thomas mumbled some words of thanks to which Katherine could only reply with unintended honesty “It was my pleasure.” The gardener then hurried out, leaving Katherine alone with Mr Blackwood. He walked over to her and held his book in front of her. It turned out to be a drawing pad on which was a surprisingly detailed and accurate sketch of her being attended to by Thomas.

“Quite a good likeness, I think,” commented Mr Blackwood. “I think I might have it framed. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you there while I get a few more sketches. Too good an opportunity to miss, I’d say.”

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When I took my old friend Rita to a naturist spa (with my wife’s encouragement) I thought that it would probably be a one off. I had never expected her to go along with it, but she had adapted really quickly and seemed to enjoy it – I certainly enjoyed finding out what she looked like naked after many years of wondering, and although she was now in her 40s she had a body that many women 15 or 20 years younger would envy. It was a pleasant surprise when the next time turned out to be only a week later.

My wife, Jo, was working in Japan for a few months and we stayed in touch via Skype, and I knew that Rita had been in touch with her as well. I am pretty sure that Jo had encouraged Rita to take things further, but I was still surprised when Rita called and asked if I’d mind going with her to the same spa again on Friday evening. She had booked a massage with the Swedish masseuse that she’d chatted to last time, but wanted me to go along as she was still a bit uncertain about going on her own. Naturally I was delighted, and we agreed to meet after work on Friday.

We were both able to manage an early finish on Friday (poet’s day – Pissing Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday) and grabbed a quick bowl of noodles at a Japanese place before heading out to the spa. The same receptionist was working and was pleased to see Rita again so soon, and we were both buzzed in. There were a couple of older blokes in the bar area, and again Rita decided to use the private changing room at the back while I undressed in the main changing area. I was pleased to see one of the former hostesses, a slim and amazingly pretty woman of about 30, was paying one of her regular visits with her very lucky boyfriend. We said hello and she mentioned that some of her other friends would be along later, which was a nice bonus to look forward to.

When Rita emerged she was holding her towel over her arm – last time she had wrapped it around her body – and put it down while she put her things in her locker. For a woman who was normally fully covered from her neck down to her ankles, she looked very composed wearing nothing but her earrings. It was an hour or so until her massage, so we went into the bar area for a quick drink before spending a little time in the sauna. Rita just put her towel down on a stool, like me, and we both helped ourselves to a glass of water (the hostess was either busy elsewhere or hadn’t turned up yet).

The receptionist popped in to confirm the details of Rita’s appointment and also took her payment for the massage, and the sight of a very bare Rita chatting to a fully dressed woman caused a quick twitch in my cock. We stayed there for a few minutes chatting to aksaray escort the two older guys who were sitting there before heading back to the sauna. Back in the changing area I remarked to Rita that she seemed to be getting more comfortable in her skin.

‘Well, I’ve slept naked a couple of times this week. Jo said I should try it when I spoke to her – in fact she was surprised that I wore pyjamas at all. Have you two always slept naked?’

‘I’ve been sleeping naked for my entire adult life, and Jo has for as long as we’ve been together. I think most people do these days.’

‘It’s not the first time for me, but I’ve always been in the habit of wearing something in bed. I’m getting into sleeping naked, though – one evening I had a shower and didn’t bother to put anything on afterwards, just chilled out in my birthday suit for an hour or so before going to bed.’

‘Next thing you know you’ll be a full time nudist!’

I was enjoying the way that things were turning out. We went into the sauna and the former hostess and her boyfriend were already there, which I was pleased about. This is partly because she’s the kind of woman straight men hope will be there when they go to a naturist venue, but also because she’s possibly the best advert for women in naturism that you could hope for. I introduced her to Rita and, as I expected, the two of them were quickly lost in conversation. I exchanged a desultory word or two with her boyfriend (who’s a really nice guy and interesting to talk to in his own right), but we were both more interested in earwigging the ladies.

As I already mentioned, the former hostess (let’s call her Sue) is extremely attractive. She’s not quite as tall as Rita and is very slender, with small boobs and prominent pink nipples that seem to be permanently erect. She has mousy hair and a neatly trimmed pussy, good legs and a very cheeky backside. She worked at the spa for several years and is quite active with an organisation for younger naturists. If anybody could convince another woman to get into nudism, it’s her. I don’t remember everything they talked about, but after exchanging a few pleasantries Rita asked Sue about why she was into naturism.

Sue talked about how she got into naturism at university and had continued to explore it after she graduated. She had been keen on working at the spa and only stopped working there when her day job started taking up too much time. She also talked about how liberating she found social nudity, and was frank about what it was like to be almost the only young woman in most naturist environments. Usefully, she also talked about other naturist haunts amasya escort in and around London, giving some recommendations and also advising Rita of places to avoid (such as the swinger’s spa that I also visit from time to time).

A bit later the masseuse came in and asked Rita to come through, which gave me an hour or so to myself. I went back to the bar and got myself a cup of tea from the hostess, an impressively busty woman in her 20s who had been introduced to the spa by Sue and who was now retraining as a masseuse. I then went into a sort of chill out room that has recently been added, with low sofas and floor cushions, and the hostess joined me for a few minutes. She would be perfect casting as a big breasted barmaid and is generously built all round with designer stubble pubes. Anyway, she was very easy on the eye when she sat cross legged opposite me, and we chatted for a few minutes until she was needed elsewhere.

I sat there gently zoning for a while until Sue and her boyfriend came in with another couple. I vaguely recognised the thirty something man, but hadn’t met his Indian girlfriend before. She’s quite short, with nicely bouncy breasts and a full bush, and seemed very comfortable in a naturist environment. I lounged around for a while, chatting with the younger folk and enjoying the sight of Sue lying on her front, propped up on her elbows with her small boobs hanging down, while the Indian girl sat with one knee or the other drawn up to her chin giving a clear view of her untrimmed pussy.

A bit later Rita and the masseuse emerged again, and after they had both got themselves a drink they joined the little gathering and plonked themselves down on the last remaining sofa. There was an interesting contrast; the masseuse was blonde, with a deep natural tan and had firm boobs with pale nipples and a completely smooth pussy, while Rita had dark hair, pale skin, dark nipples and a black bush. Rita also seemed to be glowing slightly and it looked like she had found her hour long massage somewhat arousing.

There was a bit of desultory chat for a few minutes until the masseuse left to find her next client and Rita stretched out languorously on the sofa. The two couples left us to it and headed back into the sauna, and Rita told me that she felt absolutely amazing and once again thanked me for introducing her to this place. I told her that the pleasure was all mine (and it really was), and said that I would be happy to accompany her if she wanted to come back again or to try any different naturist venues or events.

Rita spent a bit longer sprawled like a soft porn model before she suggested going antalya escort back to the bar for a hot drink, and so we headed back. Once again Rita made no attempt to cover up, and I even had to remind her to pick up her towel. There were 4 or 5 men in the bar area, and the hostess was the centre of attention. Rita caused a few heads to turn as she stood in the middle of the room while we waited for our drinks, and chose to remain standing, leaning back on the counter and giving all the guys in the room the opportunity to get a good look at her. They all seemed to appreciate the view, some more blatantly then others, and she seemed more than happy to be looked at.

I wondered whether Rita would want to make a move fairly soon, but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry and I didn’t have anything much to rush home for. There was a quiz show on the TV in the lounge and everybody was trying to answer the questions before the contestants. People came and went, and at one point I was in the lounge with Rita, Sue, the Indian girl and the hostess all sitting around me – probably the first time I’ve been the only man surrounded by naked women at the spa, and I only wish it happened more often.

Before we knew it 10 o’clock had rolled around and the front door was closed. I’ve stayed that late once or twice before – they don’t close until 11.00, so there was no rush to leave – but I hadn’t expected Rita to want to stay so long after her massage. An unexpected bonus was that the receptionist disappeared into the back and stripped off, which hadn’t happened before when I was around. A couple of other guys were still using the sauna in the back, but apart from that it was just me, Rita and the remaining staff.

The receptionist for the evening was an Eastern European woman in her 30s with dark hair, rather pendulous tits and a neat landing strip between her legs. This was the first time that I had seen her naked, and it was a nice bonus to a very enjoyable evening. She headed back into the sauna for a while, then gave the hostess a hand clearing up. Once we finished our drinks we got dressed and headed out to the station. On the platform, Rita squeezed my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek, then said that she’d like to do this more often and maybe explore a few other possibilities for naked recreation.

Back home I had another interesting Skype chat with my dear wife on the other side of the world. She was very interested in all that had happened, especially that the massage had left Rita turned on. She seemed quite eager for me to help Rita to embrace her inner nudist and maybe bring out her exhibitionist streak, and said that she would catch up with Rita herself.

Once that had been dealt with, she got busy with her vibrator and we managed to come at the same time despite the 9 hour time difference. I fell asleep with images of all the delectable female flesh I’d seen running through my mind, and wondering where the current adventure would go next.

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I never found it awkward that I was the only girl at the table most game nights, in fact I kinda liked it. I was comfortable with the boys, but still somehow maintained my femininity. I mean, it didn’t hurt that I knew that most of the guys at the table would kill to be the one I went home with at the end of the night.

Something had gotten into me that night, as I sat there at the table. Maybe it was all the testosterone, maybe it was just that time of the month, but something had my mind racing. I couldn’t stop looking at all the guys, in turn, and thinking about how they’d react if they knew what I had in mind….

I scooted my chair, just slightly closer to yours and slipped my hand into your lap. You looked up, a little startled as my finger nails glided up the inside of your thigh, but you smiled at me anyway and went back to looking at your hand. I crossed my legs, and leaned your way just a little further, really letting my hand get in between your legs. And when I felt them slip apart just slightly, I knew I had the green light. Just that small nod to my deviance had me squeezing my legs together in excitement, and I let my fingers travel even further up the inside of your leg until I found what I was looking for.

As my fingers pressed gently against your shaft, I could feel you press back, your jeans getting tighter as you grew against my hand. I pressed my palm along your length, and let the heel of my hand glide all the way down your shaft as I looked over the cards in my free hand to see if anyone was the wiser. Fortunately, no one was… ardahan escort at least not to my knowledge.

I licked my lips and turned my gaze onto you, giving you a suggestive smile as my fingers tightened even further around your growing cock. I wondered to myself, if I could lower your zipper slow enough that it wouldn’t make a sound. But it was for nothing, because as I was sitting there contemplating it your hand came down to meet mine, and with a loud showy cough you quickly unzipped and allowed me to get at what I wanted.

I love the way your cock feels in my hand, feeling your throbbing head pressed against my palm, that thick, tightening skin as I slide my hand down your shaft. You drew in a sharp breath as my hand met your flesh, and you shifted somewhat awkwardly. I looked out across the table, to find a brow raised at me inquisitively. To which I replied to, with just a smile. It’s not like he doesn’t know that I’m a dirty girl, isn’t he the same guy who’s been sending me texts at work? He’s just jealous that he didn’t get the seat beside me.

I laugh, as I tighten my grip around your cock. The laugh may call some attention to myself, but at this point I could care less. I like them envying you, and more importantly, wanting me. You give me a scolding look, and I just smirk back at you. You lean over and whisper harshly in my ear, “I know what you want.” And I pull away to give you a nod.

Once again, my look turns to each of the other men at the table, who have all but forgotten about the cards in artvin escort their hands. And are looking curiously at us, still only able to speculate about what may or may not be going on under the table. I smile, unfold my legs and stand up letting them take in the sight as I pull my small shift of a dress up over my head and turn to lift myself onto the table in front of you. They’re speechless, but not you… you know what to say, you can always make a joke, “Excuse me boys, she just can’t seem to get enough.”

I can see figures moving in my peripheral, as each of them shift in their seats but not a single one of them moves away or protests. But my eyes never leave yours as you stand, and pull your already undone pants down so that they hit the floor at your feet. Scooting my ass closer to the edge of the table, I’d part my thighs and just look down the front of my body drawing your eyes to my already glistening cunt.

You reach out, and part my pretty pussy lips with your thumb, drawing it up my slit to just barely press against my swollen clit. I let out a slow shuddering breath, and ease myself back onto the table so that I can look into all of their eyes as they watch me, and shift in their seats awkwardly. The hungry looks they give me cause me to press my hips down against your hand, and moan just slightly. “Fuck.” is all I breath, and then without a word you bring yourself towards me and slap that beautiful cock down onto my sensitive clit, causing me to gasp. “Please don’t tease me.” I manage. And it’s then, that you bodrum escort reach down and guide the head of your dick towards my opening and thrust yourself deep inside of me.

My back arches, and I reach up to grab a hold of your shoulder. Gripping you as my body spasms beneath you. I keep my eyes closed as I grind down against your cock, and you let me work myself up on it. And because my eyes are still closed, I don’t know who it is when I feel a mouth cover one of my oh so sensitive nipples. I don’t care who’s it is though, I just lay my hand on the back of his head and encourage him to kiss and lick as I moan out my first orgasm.

From beside me, I hear a quiet, “Oh fuck.” And it brings a smile to my lips knowing that the boys are enjoying the show. I turn my head in that direction and finally open my eyes, to see one of them standing, gawking at me with a thirsty look in his eye and his hand pressing against the bulge in his pants. I reach out across the table and let my finger tips just barely graze the front of his jeans giving him all the encouragement he needs to unzip them and release the cock I know he so desperately wants to. And it has a domino effect, cause just after, I hear two more zippers quickly open.

I giggle to myself, and roll my head back to look up at you, still hovering over me, your cock buried deep in my pussy. I smile and tighten my legs around your back, letting you continue thrusting now that I’ve settled the rest of the party. I close my eyes and I can just imagine all of them, standing around with their cocks in their hands, watching me as you use my body for their viewing pleasure.

I blink as I hear, “Trix… it’s your turn.” and feel your elbow press into my ribs. I blush as I look at the cards in my hand, and then around at the table to see if anyone could tell what I had just been fantasizing about.

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This is the story of our experiences in saunas and spas in Switzerland and Germany. It’s a multi-part story based on true events. If you’re looking for quick and hard sex look elsewhere!

I woke up late the next morning and was surprised to see that Jia had already risen. I stood up, pulled on some shorts and headed towards the kitchen. I made a coffee and sat down to read the newspaper.

Soon after Jia and Meilin appeared both wearing bathrobes. After a peck on my cheek Jia said “we have a question for you! Meilin saw me and that and most women had trimmed pubes, she wants to trim hers as well.”

I gulped “OK”.

“Do you think it would suit Meilin better to trim or shave completely?”

I gulped again “I don’t really have a preference, I like trimmed and totally bare. She should just do what she’s most comfortable with”.

Jia wasn’t happy, “That’s not very useful, we’ve been talking about it all morning and can’t decide.”

“How about she just trims it first to see how it feels and if she’s not happy she can shave the rest?”

They both thought this was a good idea and left for the bathroom together. I thought that the issue was sorted and returned to my coffee and paper while thinking how much Jia had changed since we visited our first spa!

After about 10 minutes I almost chocked on my coffee as they both walked into the kitchen stark naked. Jia said “take a look at both of us and tell us which is better.”

She gave me a smile and said “don’t make such a face, you saw us naked yesterday so why start being shy now?

I couldn’t argue with that logic (and didn’t really want to!) so I took a look down below. Jia had her triangle and Meilin was sporting a landing strip. As I had noticed previously she had small lips that didn’t protrude like Jia’s. I wasn’t sure how to pick a favourite and didn’t want to upset Jia so I just said “you both look fantastic but if I had to choose I would pick the triangle style.”

As I had known, this was a no-win situation. Jia said I was just saying that to please her and Meilin was upset as she had trimmed off too much to get back to the triangle style. They both stormed off and I was wondering if I had blown it totally.

A short time later they both came back wearing robes again. I was a bit disappointed but was glad they didn’t seem to be sulking. We finished our breakfast together and discussed what we would do during the rest of her visit.

Jia explained “Meilin wants to try another sauna, she didn’t have much time yesterday and also really enjoyed the nude swimming so do you know any other place like that?”

“Not really, I’ll have to check” and with that went to the office to research. I started up google and found many other sauna afyon escort options in Switzerland but the one we visited was almost the only place that also offered nude swimming. Some of the others had this option but only during special events or on a once a month basis. This was disappointing but I didn’t give up. I decided to extend my search to areas near the Swiss border and soon found quite a few options in Germany. The closest to us was on Lake Constance a couple of hours away by car. The spa had a hotel attached and included a nude swimming pool as well as access to the lake for nude swimming. It sounded like the perfect option.

I explained the situation to Jia and she agreed that this looked good. However, we needed to spend the night as it was too far for just a day trip. I went to the website and looked for available rooms. The best option was a junior suite with a double bed as well as a single. I made the booking for the following day and we packed our bags ready to leave in the morning. After an uneventful trip we arrived at the hotel just after lunchtime.

At the reception they explained about it being a partially nudist resort with the pool, garden, sauna and lake areas being nude while clothing was required for the rest of the hotel and the restaurants. We took the lift to our room on the 2nd floor and were a bit surprised to see that it was a single large room with a double bed in the middle and the single a few feet off to the side. The bathroom was separated from the bedroom area by clear glass with only the section around the loo frosted for a minimal amount of privacy.

After unpacking our bags we went out on the balcony and enjoyed the view over the garden and lake, we could see quite a few sunbathers and people swimming in the lake but it wasn’t very crowded.

It was time to get changed and head downstairs to the spa. I started to undress and put on the provided bathrobe, Jia and Meilin quickly followed suit and we were ready to go. As the weather was warm and sunny we decided to head outside to try the pool and maybe swim in the lake.

On the way to the water we were again confronted with a wide range of ages and body types. The two ladies at my side were attracting a lot of attention even though they were still wearing their bathrobes. I again put this down to the fact that not many Asians visit here.

Upon reaching the pool our towels and robes were dropped and we stepped into the heated water one by one with me bringing up the rear. It was a very pleasant experience and I was again excited to see both their delectable rears slip into the water before me. Lucky for me the there was no floating on backs or hanky panky this time!

After playing aydın escort around in the pool for a while we decided to dry in the sun before heading down to the lake for another swim. It was then that I noticed both had completely shaved their pubes, it looked fantastic and I quickly had to turn onto my stomach to hide the evidence of how much I liked it.

Once we were all dry we got up and walked down to the lake. There were a few people lying around the shore and a few more swimming in the lake. We dropped our robes onto our towels and walked into the water. It was a lot colder than the pool which was good for me as I was struggling to keep things calm down below.

Both ladies were squealing that it was freezing and jumping about splashing each other in the shallows. I dived in and swam out to watch the show while safely covered by the water. Jia’s tits are too small to bounce much but her nipples were huge, either due to the cold splashes of water or excitement. Meilin’s tits were big enough to jiggle a bit and looked very appealing, her nipples were also erect.

After what seemed like a long time they were both fully in the water and swam towards me. The lake was quite deep and you could only stand a couple of feet from the shore. When Jia joined me she held on tight to keep from sinking. Her smooth body and hard nipples were rubbing pleasantly against my skin giving me an instant boner despite the cool temperature.

She smiled at me as she felt my erection poking at her and then pushed off and floated on her back giving me even more visual stimulation. After a bit more fooling around both ladies swam to the shore and lay down on their towels.

I had to swim around for a while before it was safe to join them. Once dry, we decided to go to warm up in some of the saunas and try the Japanese style ‘onsen’ pool that was also available. We all enjoyed ourselves a lot and were very relaxed. I was especially pleased to see how relaxed Jia had become about nudity and I was a very happy husband.

My highlight of the day was the ‘onsen’ pool as it’s only about 2-3 feet deep and you are basically forced to crawl when moving about. The water is totally clear and there are no jets so everything is perfectly visible. The only downside is you get the same view of other, less appealing visitors.

After a late dinner in town we returned to the hotel and decided to have an early night so that we would get up early to enjoy the facilities again before checking-out and heading home. As we had spent most of the day naked with each other the strange bathroom situation was not a problem at all and everyone just stayed nude in the room.

When the lights were out Jia snuggled up to me and whispered ağrı escort “I’m horny.”

“Me too!” I replied. “But how can we do anything with Meilin here? You’re quite loud when you get going!”

She punched my arm gently “We can just cuddle until she falls asleep and I’ll try and keep quiet.”

I agreed and we started to make out under the sheets. It was great fun and we were both getting increasingly turned on. After about 15 minutes of this Jia slipped out of the bed and tiptoed over to check if Meilin was asleep. She came back and said it was OK now.

I immediately grabbed her and pulled her back into bed. We pulled up the sheet and I sank my cock into her tight wet pussy in one quick stroke. We were both really turned on and while I would love to say we made love for hours it was probably only a couple of minutes before she came loudly and I followed a few seconds later.

As we lay on the sheets panting and recovering from our pleasure I heard some rustling from the other bed and looked over, in the dim light I couldn’t see much but I could tell there was movement. I whispered into Jia’s ear that I think we had been caught; she just groaned and pulled the sheet up over us before going to sleep.

I wasn’t as quick to pass out and noticed that Meilin had risen and went to the bathroom. I hoped we hadn’t gone too far and that she wasn’t upset but decided there was nothing I could do about it anyway. After she returned to bed I also fell asleep.

The next morning I was woken by Jia’s hand shaking my shoulder and telling me they were ready to go down to the spa again. I jumped out of bed and walked into the bathroom before realizing that I was sporting some solid morning wood. I heard voices from behind and took a glance back to see Jia and Meilin pointing and laughing, it was pretty embarrassing and was the first time anyone apart from Jia had seen my cock fully erect. I grabbed a nearby towel and covered up as best as I could.

We went down and had breakfast before spending the rest of the morning in the various saunas, pools and steam baths as well as swimming in the lake and lying in the sun. Jia now had a slight tan and Meilin’s tan lines had faded considerably. It actually made her look less nude as her usually covered bits weren’t highlighted any more.

The biggest event of the day was when we decided to attend another “aufguss” ceremony. This one was performed by an enthusiastic but somewhat overweight guy with a large beard. We all found it too hot and intense but were glad we’d given it a try. On the way home we discussed (with Jia translating) the spas we had visited and we all agreed that we should try some others when the opportunity arose. The three of us were hooked and couldn’t imagine going back to a clothing required spa.

Sadly for Meilin her holiday was drawing to a close and she would soon be back in China were it was impossible to indulge in mixed nude public activities. She was sad to leave but promised to come back again for another visit in the future.

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Hallo Anika,

danke für deine Nachricht und die Erzählungen meiner Schwestern.

Du kannst dir gar nicht vorstellen, wie sehr ich euch nachempfinden kann. Mir erging es ähnlich. Manches Mal zweifelte ich selber an meinem eigenen Verstand, denn normal war mein Verhalten auf keinem Fall. Damit du verstehst, was ich meine, habe ich nun meine Geschichte aufgeschrieben, jedenfalls das, was mir bisher widerfahren ist.

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Die erste Erfahrung

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Bis zu einem Schlüsselerlebnis führte ich ein stinknormales Leben, begann nach meinem Abitur eine Ausbildung und war recht frisch verliebt in Darian, einen kroatischen Arbeitskollegen. Wir waren an dem Tag bei seinen Freunden eingeladen, besser gesagt, er wollte mich ihnen vorstellen. Von ihnen wurde ich sofort im Freundeskreis aufgenommen und bei der Feier ging es richtig ab. Jeder wolle mit mir tanzen, mit mir auf Freundschaft anstoßen, etc.

Leider habe ich dabei verpasst, wie Darian immer stiller wurde. Erst als er seine Jacke anzog, merkte ich, dass er sauer war. Bevor ich bei ihm war, hatte er schon die Wohnung verlassen. Schnell lief ich ihm nach, doch als ich ihn erreichte, beschimpfte er mich: „Du hast dich benommen wie ein Flittchen, mit so einer will ich nicht zusammen sein.”

In dem Moment brach für mich eine Welt zusammen, was hatte ich denn so Schlimmes getan. Ich hatte doch nur mit seinen Freunden getanzt, mich amüsiert. Ich war doch nicht mit ihnen im Bett oder habe wild herumgeknutscht. Na gut, beim Freundschaftsanstoßen habe ich die wohl geküsst, aber doch nur auf die Wange. Meine Liebe galt doch nur Darian.

Darian war weitergegangen, während ich seine Vorwürfe verarbeitete und schnell lief ich ihm nach. Meine Erklärungen, meine Entschuldigungen und mein Betteln stießen auf taube Ohren. Für mich gab es nur noch eine Möglichkeit und so warf ich mich vor seine Füße und bettelte kniend: „Bitte, bitte Darian, ich wollte das gar nicht, bitte hab mich doch wieder lieb.”

Mit Darians Reaktion hatte ich nicht gerechnet, aber etwas Anderes gab einen entscheidenden Punkt, der mein ganzes Leben änderte.

„Morgen wollte ich dich meiner Mutter vorstellen, wie stehe ich nun da, wo du doch nur ein dreckiges Flittchen bist”, beschimpfte mich Darian und spuckte mir ins Gesicht.

Genau in dem Moment bemerkte ich etwas im Augenwinkel und in meinem Innersten wurde es ganz warm. Du musst dir das so vorstellen, wir befanden uns gerade vor einem kleinen Einfamilienhaus und in der oberen Etage bemerkte ich jemanden am Dachfenster, obwohl es bereits nach Mitternacht war. Er zog sich zwar etwas in den Hintergrund zurück, beobachtete mich aber weiter. Er sah sich an, wie ich von meinem Freund beschimpft wurde und wie mein Freund mich erniedrigte, indem er seine hochgezogene Rotze in mein Gesicht spuckte.

Ehe ich es vergesse, die Wärme in meinem Innersten war angenehm, erregte mich. Ja, ich muss gestehen, sie machte mich geil.

So blieb ich kniend auf dem Gehweg, tat so, als wäre ich total verzweifelt und beobachtete aus dem Augenwinkel den Mann hinter dem Fenster. Ich war so von der Situation gefangen, dass ich noch nicht einmal bemerkte, dass Darian inzwischen weitergegangen war. Nur so nebenbei, ich war ihm nicht weiter gefolgt, auch habe ich ihn nie wiedergesehen. Selbst auf der Arbeit nicht, am Montag hat mein Chef meine Probezeit vorzeitig beendet, so eine wie mich wollte er nicht in seiner Firma haben.

Meine Gedanken waren nicht mehr auf Darian fixiert. Ganz ehrlich, er verachtete mich aus minderwertigen Gründen. Was soll ich mit so jemandem? Der Andere, der mich in der peinlichen Situation beobachtet hat, der sich an meiner Schmach erfreut hat, der war viel interessanter für mich. In meiner Vorstellung hatte er bestimmt seine Hand in der Hose und rieb an seinem Schwanz, während er zusah, wie mich jemand anspuckte und ich für ihn sichtbar diese Rotze über mein Gesicht laufen ließ.

Ach so, zu ihm habe ich keinen Kontakt aufgebaut, er war in einer liebevollen Partnerschaft und in seinem Haushalt lebten auch seine Kinder, alle etwa in meinem Alter. Nachdem ich ihm am nächsten Tag heimlich aufgelauert hatte, erkannte ich ihn sogar wieder. Er war mir schon mal aufgefallen, wie er mich im Supermarkt beobachtet hatte. Das machte er übrigens bei allen Mädchen/Frauen, die ihm gefielen. Wie gesagt, keinen Kontakt, er war bereits vergeben.

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Outing vor meinen Freunden

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Sein Verhalten hatte mich aber nachhaltig geprägt. Die nächsten Tage zog ich mich erst zurück, dachte darüber nach und schrieb meine eigenen Gefühle auf. Dabei kam ich nicht besonders gut weg, doch irgendwie stand ich dazu. So etwas nur für mich behalten konnte ich nicht und in der heutigen kommutativen Welt gibt es einen Kanal dafür -> Facebook.

Fünf Minuten später bekam ich einen Anruf von einer ehemaligen Schulfreundin und sie schnauzte mich böse an: „Lösche SOFORT deinen letzten Post, danach können wir reden!”

Total verstört, so hatte Karin bitlis escort noch nie mit mir geredet, löschte ich den Beitrag und gleich darauf meldete sich Karin erneut auf meinem Handy. „Gut so, kleines Dreckstück”, bekam ich eine Sprachnachricht und darauf: „Dir gefällt es doch, wenn jemand dich so betrachtet?”

Sofort stellte sich wieder dieses warme Gefühl in meinem Bauch ein und doch schüttelte ich mich, weil es mir eiskalt über den Rücken lief. „Ja, du hast doch meinen Post gelesen und gerade reagiert mein Körper wieder genauso, wie in der beschriebenen Nacht.” Kurz überlegte ich, ob ich die Sprachnachricht wirklich abschicken sollte, aber mein Finger drückte automatisch auf senden.

Es dauerte etwas, bis sie mir antwortete, das lag aber eher daran, dass ihre Nachricht etwas länger war. „Du warst ja schon immer etwas sonderbar, aber keine Angst, ich verurteile dich deswegen nicht. Ich finde nur, du solltest deine jetzigen Freunde nicht mit in den Dreck ziehen. Niels sitzt übrigens neben mir und er meint, nach dem er sich über dich halb totgelacht hatte, du solltest dich doch auf www.xxx.com anmelden. Da gibt es so einige perverse Dreckstücke wie dich und je minderwertiger du dich dort darstellst, umso niederträchtiger werden sie mit dir umgehen.”

Ihre Nachricht habe ich mir dreimal angehört und jedes Mal erregte sie mich mehr. „Danke für den Tipp, ich werde mir die Seite auf jeden Fall ansehen, und wenn Niels recht hat, werde ich mich direkt anmelden. Du hast mir jedenfalls einen großen Freundschaftsdienst erwiesen und keinesfalls will ich meinen Freunden schaden.” Wieder dauerte es etwas, bis Karin sich zurückmeldete, und als ich mir ihre Nachricht anhörte, legte die Hitze in meinem Körper richtig los.

„Betrachte es nicht als Freundschaftsdienst. Sowas wie du kann nicht meine Freundin sein, du bist nur Abschaum. Wenn dir unsere ehemalige Freundschaft noch etwas bedeutet, solltest du dich aus allen Gruppen zurückziehen und die ganzen Freundschaftsanfragen beenden. Niemand will mit sowas wie dir befreundet sein. Für den Sex Chat solltest du übrigens deinen Namen ändern. Am besten nimmst du einen, bei dem man schon am Klang hört, was du für eine Missgeburt bist, und dann bye, bye, lebe glücklich in deinem Müll. Warte mal …, Niels meint, wir sollten weiter in Kontakt bleiben. Es könnte lustig werden, wenn wir weiter nach dir treten und dich noch tiefer runter schicken.”

Meine linke Hand hatte ich schon in meine Hose geschoben und meine Finger steckten bereits in meiner nassen Scheide. Darf ich bei mir eigentlich noch Scheide sagen, oder habe ich nicht nur noch eine Fotze? Einhändig antwortete ich Karin: „Ihr könntet mir keinen größeren Gefallen tun und ich bin bereit alles zu tun, was ihr von mir verlangt. Als Namen hätte ich Mirella gedacht, das war doch die dumme Gans, die nach der zehnten von der Schule ging. Eine blödere Tussi fällt mir gerade nicht ein.”

„Du willst doch jetzt nicht die gute Mirella beleidigen, dir gegenüber ist sie eher ein It-Girl, wobei du immer noch ein Dreckstück bist. Peggy könnte ich mir viel eher bei dir vorstellen, oder Piggi wie Pig, also Schweinchen. Melde dich einfach, wenn du dich auf der Pornoseite angemeldet hast, dann schaue ich mit Niels einmal, wie wir dich weiter runterputzen können.”

Auf ihre letzte Nachricht antwortete ich nicht mehr, gerade war ich so aufgegeilt, dass ich es mir selber besorgen musste. Die angestrebte Erlösung tat gut, befreite mich aber nicht von meinem Verlangen, weiter erniedrigt zu werden. In meiner Seele hatte sich das Verlangen festgesetzt und für mich gab es keinen anderen Weg mehr. In Karin hatte ich schon mal jemanden, der mir den Kick geben konnte und doch war sie immer noch so weit entfernt. Mit ihrem Bruder Niels zusammen hatte sie wohl das Potenzial, doch ich glaubte nicht, dass sie mich dauerhaft erniedrigen könnte. Irgendwann werde ich ihnen langweilig und bis dahin musste ich mich so tief in meine neue Welt begeben, dass Karin von irgendjemandem ersetzt werden konnte. Wahrscheinlich war es sogar am besten, wenn es schon vorzeitig passierte und ich dabei sogar vollständig die Kontrolle verlor.

Also definitiv, das was Karin für mich tat, empfand ich positiv und war ihr unheimlich dankbar dafür.

Noch am gleichen Abend befolgte ich ihre erste Anweisung und zog mich aus allen Facebook Gruppen zurück. Für meine Freunde hinterließ ich nur eine Nachricht: „Ich habe euch alle lieb, nur muss ich nun einem anderen Weg folgen.” Damit hatte ich mit meinem alten Leben abgeschlossen. Wegen meiner Eltern brauchte ich mir keine Gedanken zu machen, die hatten das digitale Zeitalter längst verpasst und ihnen auf den neuen Seiten zu begegnen war schier unwahrscheinlich.

Anschließend rief ich die Seite auf, die mir Niels empfohlen hatte und war gleich geschockt. Sofort erinnerte ich mich daran, was ich hier werden wollte und unter der Voraussetzung war ich genau richtig aufgehoben. Als Profilname wählte ich Peggy Pig, so ähnlich wie Karin mir empfohlen hatte.

Ähhh Anika, nur mal so dazwischengeschoben: bolu escort Bitte schreibe von mir auch nur unter diesem Namen, Peggy oder Baby Miriam 6, so wie ich geboren wurde.

Als Text gab ich meine ersten Eindrücke an, also den gleichen Text, den ich in Facebook löschen sollte. Nun kamen so einige Fragen zu meiner Person, welche ich besten Gewissens beantwortete. Bei einem Bild traute ich mich erst nicht, nahm aber eines welches ich auch in Facebook hatte, also ein Bild, auf dem ich eher nicht wiedererkennbar war. Bevor ich mich weiter auf der Seite umschaute, schickte ich einen Link von meinem Profil zu Karin. Bis in der Nacht surfte ich in diesem neuen Forum und sah mir einige Profile an. Leider waren die meisten aus dem Ausland.

Am nächsten Tag bekam ich von Karin eine Textnachricht: „Sage mir dein Passwort und logge dich vorübergehend aus.” Schnell antwortete ich ihr und beobachtete im Offlinemodus, wie sich mein Profil änderte. Plötzlich wurde mein Vertraulichstes online gestellt und erregt sah ich zu, wie sie sogar Bilder von mir online stellte, auf denen mich jeder erkennen konnte. Das waren Bilder von unserem letzten Urlaub und auf denen posierte ich scherzhaft im Bikini. Zum Schluss war sogar noch meine Mailadresse veröffentlicht. Als sie fertig war, bekam ich noch eine Nachricht: „So sieht es doch schon viel besser aus und das Passwort wird nur von mir geändert.”

Kurz loggte ich mich ein und schaute mir alles genauer an. Anschließend wagte ich eine Frage: „Warum hast du denn jetzt alles von mir online gestellt?” „Du hast dir doch die totale Erniedrigung gewünscht. Sei mal ehrlich, wenn ich auf dich Rücksicht nehmen würde, wo bleibt denn dann dein perverser Kick. Sei froh, dass ich noch nicht deine Adresse und deine Handynummer bekannt gegeben habe. Wohl gemerkt, noch nicht. Solange du dich nicht dagegen wehrst, werde ich dich immer weiter erniedrigen, egal welche Auswirkungen das auf dein zukünftiges Leben haben wird.”

Wieder ging ein Schub durch meinen Körper und schnell antwortete ich ihr: „Sorry, sorry, du hast ja recht, ohne dich würde ich es ja vor Angst nicht durchziehen, dabei will ich das unbedingt.” „Da das geklärt ist, will ich auch kein Widerwort mehr hören, sonst bin ich weg und du bekommst keine Unterstützung mehr von mir”, antwortete sie mir und schnell bestätigte ich ihr: „Nein, nein, ich werde auch alles machen, was du willst.

Nach einer Pause kam eine weitere Sprachnachricht von Karin: „Gut, wir müssen auch noch etwas machen, damit das kein Fakeprofil bleibt, vor allem sind die Bilder viel zu harmlos, die locken nur notgeile Wichser an.” Kurz darauf verschwanden alle Bikinibilder in einen neuen Ordner und ihn benannte sie in: So möchte ich nie wieder sein. Darauf bekam ich eine Aufforderung von ihr: „Wir sollten auf Skype weiterreden, vor allem kann ich damit die passenden Aufnahmen von dir erstellen.”

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Wie Karin von mir verlangt hatte, startete ich schnell Skype auf meinem Laptop und rief damit Karin an. Wie bei uns üblich, hatte sie die Kamera abgeklebt, von mir verlangte sie aber, von nun an die Kamera immer aktiv zu lassen. Schließlich wollte sie von mir Aufnahmen erstellen, mit denen sie mich bloßstellen konnte.

„Weißt du”, erklärte sie, nachdem das mit der Kamera geklärt war, „um dein Profil zu vervollständigen benötigen wir noch ein Foto, bei dem dein Name auf dem Foto zu sehen ist. Die meisten halten sich immer einen Zettel vor den Körper, bei dir will ich aber, dass du deinen Namen auf deine Stirn schreibst.” „Warte, ich hole schnell einen Stift”, antworte ich ihr gleich, denn ich wollte ihr keine Widerworte geben. Karin hatte klargestellt, dass sie mir auf meinem Weg uneigennützig helfen wollte, aber keine Lust auf Diskussionen hatte.

In meinem Schulmäppchen fand ich zwei schwarze Filzstifte, hielt sie vor die Kamera und fragte Karin: „Welchen soll ich nehmen, dick oder dünn?” Im Hintergrund hörte ich das Kichern von Niels und Karin antwortete mir ebenso belustigt: „Der dickere Stift ist bestimmt besser zu sehen.” Während ich den dünnen Stift weglegte, hörte ich Niels wieder begeistert jubeln: „Ey geil, die Fotze macht das sogar echt.”

Dieses Verhöhnen von Niels bremste mich nicht, eher verstärkte es mein Handeln. Dieses tiefe Verlangen in mir wollte die Erniedrigung, und wenn Niels schon vorab seine Gehässigkeit nicht verbergen konnte, dann spielte bei ihm schon eine gewaltige Niedertracht mit.

Mit dem festen Entschluss für mich das Richtige zu tun, drehte ich mich zu meinem Spiegel und versuchte mir selber auf die Stirn zu schreiben. Das Ergebnis war total krakelig, immerhin musste ich in Spiegelschrift schreiben. Um es ein bisschen besser aussehen zu lassen, zog ich die Buchstaben anschließend noch einmal nach. Schließlich stand tiefschwarz in Fettschrift auf meiner Stirn: PEGGY PIG.

Karin war zufrieden mit dem Ergebnis und dirigierte mich in verschiedene Posen. Mal musste ich näher an die Kamera, mal weiter weg. Auf dem Kontrollbildschirm sah burdur escort ich, wie sie mich positionierte, um anschließend Bilder von meinem Gesicht zu speichern. „So, damit hätten wir die ersten Bilder von dir”, meine sie anschließend, „nun müssen wir noch einen kleinen Clip drehen, damit dein Profil interessanter wird. Vor allem soll es zeigen, dass du eine reale Schlampe bist und keine Bildmontage.”

Natürlich war ich davon begeistert und so musste ich mit dem Laptop auf den Boden gehen. Vor dem Laptop kniete ich mich hin und beugte mich so weit vor, dass ich mich mit den Armen abstützen musste. „Warte mal”, bremste mich Karin, „das ist zu dunkel. Stelle hinter den Laptop deine Schreibtischlampe, dann bist du viel besser zu erkennen.” Schnell folgte ich ihrem Rat, und während ich die Lampe aufstellte, war ich meiner tollen Freundin für ihre Hilfe dankbar.

Mit der Lampe wurde mein Antlitz viel besser dargestellt und bestimmt konnte man mich auf dem Video genauestens erkennen. „Viel besser”, lobte mich sogar Karin, „jetzt musst du aber zusehen, dass dein Kopf immer im Aufnahmebereich bleibt. Außerdem wirst du meine weiteren Anweisungen nur noch auf dem Monitor lesen. Damit verhindern wir, dass meine Stimme mit auf der Aufnahme zu hören ist. Es sieht nämlich viel geiler aus, wenn du es freiwillig aus eigenem Antrieb machst.”

Da ich zustimmend nickte, führte sie weiter: „Du steckst jetzt deine Finger so tief in den Hals, wie du kannst.” Schnell fragte ich nach: „Was ist, wenn ich würgen muss?” „Darum geht es ja, du sollst die Kontrolle über deinen Körper verlieren, und wenn etwas rauskommt, spuckst du es einfach vor dir auf den Boden.” Weitere Fragen schluckte ich schnell runter, ich wollte Karins Anweisungen nicht infrage stellen. Alles was sie bisher von mir verlangt hatte, war gut für mich und ich wollte mich ja vollständig in ihre Hände begeben.

Stattdessen ging ich in die richtige Position, und als mein Kopf im Kontrollbildschirm gut sichtbar war, nickte ich zu Karin. Als ich das rote Lämpchen sah, steckte ich meine Finger in den Mund. Dabei war mein Blick auf den Monitor gerichtet und ich sah, wie sich meine Finger tiefer in meinen Mund drückten. Ein erstes Aufbäumen meines Halses stoppte mich kurz und nach etwas würgen lief mir ein klarer Schleim aus dem Mund. Ungehindert dessen drückte ich meine Finger tiefer und wieder würgte ich Schleim hoch.

Mit jedem Würgen verlor ich meine Hemmungen und drückte mir anschließend die Finger noch tiefer in den Hals. Dabei erreichte ich einen Punkt, der mir die Kontrolle nahm. Mein Magen revoltierte und der Inhalt drückte sich hoch. Zum Glück hatte ich noch nichts gegessen, so dass wiederum nur Schleim hochkam. Als ich mich etwas gefangen hatte, war mein erster Blick zum Monitor. Mein ganzes Gesicht war schleimverschmiert und rot angelaufen. Meine Schminke war verschmiert und meine Wimpertusche hatte meine ganzen Augen schwarz gefärbt.

„Echt geil sieht das aus”, las ich auf dem Monitor und weiter motivierte mich meine Freundin: „Mach weiter, soviel kannst du nicht mehr auskotzen.” So beeinflusst steckte ich meine Finger wieder in meinen Mund und drückte sie tief in den Hals. Das erneute Kotzen war nicht mehr zu verhindern, zudem begann ich noch fürchterlich zu schwitzen. Mein ganzer Körper glühte förmlich und in meiner Ekstase wiederholte ich das Ganze noch einmal.

Um mich zu fangen, brauchte ich etwas, und mein erster Blick fiel auf die Schleimpfütze, die sich unter mir gebildet hatte. Auf dem Monitor sah ich ein Mädchen, das vollkommen erledigt war. Puterrot angelaufen, nasse Glupschaugen und verklebte Haare waren ein Zeichen dafür, dass sie gerade einiges durchgemacht hatte. Weitere Merkmale zeugten aber von der Abartigkeit dieser Person, denn ihre überdimensionierte Schminke war verlaufen, das aufgeweichte Mascara lief ihr über die Wangen und vor allem stand fett auf ihrer Stirn geschrieben: PEGGY PIG.

Auf dem Monitor erschien eine Textzeile, und ich las: „Geil siehst du jetzt aus, so richtig abgefickt.” Weitere Buchstaben bauten sich aneinander und zusammenhängend ergaben sie: „So, jetzt sauge mit dem Mund deinen ganzen Schleim auf und zeig uns dabei, wie geil dich der ganze Schnodder macht.” Mein entsetzter Blick muss Karin wohl beflügelt haben, denn sie schrieb dazu: „Nein warte, drücke erst deine Hand in die Kotze und schieb sie darauf in deine Hose. Ich will, dass du dir deine Kotze in deine Fotze massierst, während du den Rest genüsslich aufschürfst.”

Irgendwie war ich nicht zu bremsen, erst stützte ich mich mit der rechten Hand in den braunen, schmierigen Brei und drückte meinen Oberkörper hoch. Darauf öffnete ich mit links meine Hose und hielt den Slip soweit vom Körper ab, dass ich mit meiner verschmierten Hand direkt an meinen Schlitz kam. Mit einem Blick auf den Monitor kontrollierte ich, ob es gut aufgezeichnet wurde, bevor ich meine Hand in die Hose schob.

Scheiße, die Gefühle schlugen unkontrolliert Purzelbäume. Meine Beine drückten sich automatisch auseinander, mein Oberkörper kippte einfach nach vorne und ich landete mit dem Gesicht in der Brühe. Schmerz empfand ich dabei nicht, nur extreme Geilheit. Augenblicklich begann ich den Schleim aufzusaugen und behielt ihn erst im Mund. Mit einem Blick in die Kamera ließ ich ihn wieder aus dem Mund laufen und saugte ihn erneut auf, um ihn genüsslich zu schlucken.

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Teil IV: Der Abend

Mia trottete eine halbe Stunde später niedergeschlagen neben Mariah her. Vor ihren Augen spielte sich noch einmal ab, was sie gerade erlebt hatte.

Als sie die Situation voll erfasst hatte, hatte sie sich von der Hand ihrer Erzieherin losgerissen und war zur Unfallstelle gelaufen. Gemeinsam hatten sie geholfen, so gut sie es vermocht hatten. Mia hatte Inis gestützt, Mariah war Alexander dabei zur Hand gegangen, Sleipnir aus seinem Outfit zu befreien. Sie hatten ihm sogar die Pferdemaske und die Stiefel ausgezogen.

Beide Verletzten hatten beteuert, dass es ihnen gut ginge, doch Alexander hatte darauf gedrungen, einen Krankenwagen zu holen. Schließlich hatte Jana vorgeschlagen, stattdessen Dr. Schneider anzurufen. Diese musste wohl noch im Dienst gewesen sein, denn nur wenige Minuten später war sie mit einem geländegängigen E-Fahrzeug an der Rennbahn gewesen. Sie hatte ihre Patienten nach kurzer Untersuchung mitgenommen. Auch Jana und Alexander waren bei ihr eingestiegen, und kurz darauf hatte Mia nur noch mit Mariah auf der Wiese gestanden. Wann sich Zora oder Butterfly verabschiedet hatten, wusste sie nicht.

Sie trat gerade wieder in das Zwielicht des kleinen Waldes ein. Die Sonne stand schon hinter den Bergen, und das Licht schwand von Minute zu Minute. Es war still zwischen den Bäumen, nur das Knirschen des Kies unter den Schritten der zwei war zu hören.

Einmal mehr hielt Mariah ihr die Hand hin, und endlich ergriff sie diese vorsichtig. Beide hatten seit dem Aufbruch geschwiegen.

Die Luft roch noch immer würzig nach Nadelholz, war aber selbst hier zwischen den Bäumen schon deutlich abgekühlt und ließ Mia frösteln.

»Bin ich jetzt in Schwierigkeiten?« fragte sie schließlich tonlos im Schutz des Halbdunkels.

»Nein, Kleines, du bist nicht in Schwierigkeiten.« Mariah sprach ruhig und betont wie immer, aber sie hielt Mias Hand etwas fester, während sie fortfuhr. »Ich bin einfach nur dankbar, dass dir nichts passiert ist.« Nach einer Pause fügte sie hinzu: »Ich dürfte dich übrigens nicht einmal dann bestrafen, wenn ich es denn wollte, jedenfalls nicht ohne deine Zustimmung. Aber magst du mir erzählen, was eigentlich geschehen ist?«

Mia zögerte kurz, zu antworten. Sie begann stattdessen zunächst, etwas breitbeiniger zu laufen, denn der nasse Fleck in ihrer Windel war mittlerweile unangenehm kalt geworden und rieb bei jedem Tritt spürbar in ihrem Schritt. Eigentlich, schoss es ihr durch den Kopf, sollte sie jetzt Mariah bitten, sie trockenzulegen. Aber dafür war gerade eindeutig der falsche Moment!

»Ich wollte halt gern«, begann sie dann doch nach einigen weiteren Metern, »dass Butterfly gewinnt, weißt du? Besonders nach heute Nachmittag«, fügte sie noch hinzu.

»Ich habe es ihr auch gewünscht«, stimmte Mariah ihr zu, als sie nicht mehr weitersprach, »euch beiden gewünscht, meine ich. Und ich habe mich vorhin so gefreut, als ihr in Führung gegangen seid. Dass etwas nicht stimmte, habe ich erst begriffen, als du in der letzten Kurve geschrien hast.«

Mia senkte den Kopf. Natürlich hatte Mariah ihren Schrei mitbekommen.

»Du glaubst jetzt bestimmt, dass ich Butterfly anfeuern wollte, oder?« fragte sie leise.

»Eigentlich nicht«, gab Mariah nachdenklich zurück und sah sie an, »dafür hast du viel zu panisch geklungen. Bist du dir denn ganz sicher«, vergewisserte sie sich mit besorgtem Ton noch einmal, »dass du dir nichts getan hast?«

»Ja-ah!« reagierte Mia unwirsch. Aus irgendeinem Grund ärgerte sie der plötzliche Themenwechsel mehr, als er sollte. »Ich hatte Angst, dass wir mit Sleipnir zusammenstoßen, das war alles. Das kannst du mir jetzt glauben oder nicht, mir egal, ob das Sinn macht.«

Mariah ließ sich nicht provozieren. »Es muss für mich gar keinen Sinn machen, Mia, ich habe nicht auf dem Bock gesessen. Es hat für dich in dem Moment Sinn gemacht, und nur darauf kommt es an.«

Kurz darauf erreichten sie den Waldrand und wandten sich, sehr zu Mias Erleichterung, in Richtung des Instituts, weg von dem Tal mit dem Ponyhof. Hier, unter freiem Himmel, war noch ein wenig mehr Licht als zwischen den Bäumen, und Mariah drehte sich nun zu ihrem Schützling und beobachtete sie einige Momente im Gehen.

»Sei mir nicht böse, Kleines, aber ich möchte mir einmal deine Knie und Fußgelenke ansehen«, kündigte sie in einem fast schon entschuldigenden Tonfall an.

»Warum das denn jetzt?« nörgelte Mia und blieb stehen. Sie sah Mariah trotzig an. »Mir tut nichts weh!«

»Du läufst aber so komisch«, beharrte Mariah, die ihr nun ebenfalls ins Gesicht sah.

Sofort spürte Mia, wie ihr die Schamröte ins Gesicht schoss. Schnell stellte sie beide Füße eng aneinander und bemühte sich, möglichst normal zu stehen. »Es ist nur…«, begann sie, brach aber mitten im Satz ab.

Während sie noch damit rang, weiterzusprechen, sah sie, wie es in Mariahs Gesicht arbeitete. In schneller Folge lösten Irritation und leichte Verärgerung den Ausdruck der Sorge ab, um schließlich einer Mischung aus Verblüffung und Erleichterung zu weichen.

»Sag bursa escort mal, Mäuschen, kann es vielleicht sein, dass du dich einfach nur eingenässt hast?« fragte sie schließlich mit der Andeutung eines Lächelns.

Mia wäre am liebsten im Boden versunken und ärgerte sich, dass sie nicht von selbst etwas gesagt hatte. Sie hätte sicher eine weniger peinliche Formulierung gefunden.

Stattdessen zuckte sie nur mit den Schultern und nickte leicht.

»Dann suchen wir uns mal besser ganz schnell einen Ort, wo ich dir die Windeln wechseln kann«, entschied Mariah.

Mia sah sich zweifelnd um. »Muss das hier sein? Wir sind doch schon fast zuhause, und vielleicht können wir dafür ganz einfach in dein Apartment gehen?«

»Auf keinen Fall! Ich habe dir doch versprochen, dass du nicht mit nassen Windeln herumlaufen musst. Und du«, fügte sie noch hinzu, »hast mir versprochen, mir Bescheid zu geben, wenn du gewickelt werden musst.«

In den letzten Worten hatte ein leichter Tadel mitgeschwungen, doch in erster Linie konnte Mia heraushören, wie viel entspannter und besser gelaunt Mariah war, seitdem sie wusste, was los war. Mit ihrem Schützling an der Hand suchte sie nun neben dem Kiesweg auf einer Wiese nach einer glatten Stelle und begann dort, Mias Wickeltasche auf dem Boden auseinanderzufalten.

Mia ließ zu, dass ihre Erzieherin die Knöpfe löste, welche die Träger ihrer Latzhose auf der Vorderseite hielten, und anschließend noch drei weitere Knöpfe pro Seite auf ihrer Taille, um so den Bund zu erweitern. Anschließend rutschte die Hose wie von selbst ihre Beine herunter auf die Sandalen. Ein ganz leichter Druck auf die Schultern gab ihr zu verstehen, dass sie sich auf die Wickelunterlage legen sollte, und wortlos kam sie der Aufforderung nach.

Es war bereits empfindlich abgekühlt, und Mia bekam eine leichte Gänsehaut, als Mariah ihr die Füße näher an den Körper heranschob und sie so dazu brachte, die Beine zu beiden Seiten O-förmig abzuwinkeln. Dennoch fühlte sie sich im Schutz der hereinbrechenden Nacht geborgen. Im Sternenlicht waren alle Farben verschiedenen Grautönen gewichen, und von ihrer Erzieherin war nur die Silhouette auszumachen.

Gerade öffnete diese ihr den Body im Schritt. Mia ging kurz ins Hohlkreuz, damit Mariah ihr das dünne Kleidungsstück bis über den Bauchnabel hochschieben und so ihren Unterleib freilegen konnte. Die Finger ihrer Erzieherin glitten sacht über die Folie in ihrem Schritt und drückten dann leicht auf das Saugpolster.

»Wann ist das denn passiert?« hörte sie die Stimme ihrer Aufpasserin, als diese ihre kleine Erkundungstour beendet hatte.

»Während des Rennens«, gab Mia zurück. Sie hatte sich zurückgelehnt und sah nun nur noch den Sternenhimmel über sich. So fiel es ihr leichter, zu sprechen. »Das war aber keine Absicht… es ist irgendwie von alleine gekommen…«

»Das kann ich mir vorstellen, Kleines, das war ja auch heftig!« Mariah klang mitfühlend, während sie sich daran machte, die vier Klebestreifen zu lösen. »Aber total gut, dass du genau da eine Windel umhattest, oder?« fügte sie in einem aufmunterndem Tonfall hinzu, bevor sie das vordere Saugpolster zwischen Mias Beinen nach unten klappte.

Diese fröstelte leicht, als die kühle Nachtluft über ihre Haut strich. Sie war sich nicht sicher, ob Mariah wirklich richtig lag. Wenn sie nicht kurz vor dem Rennen versucht hätte, sich absichtlich in die Hose zu machen, dann hätte sie sich bei der Fahrt wohl kaum eingepinkelt. Dennoch war sie froh, dass niemand ihren kleinen Unfall mitbekommen hatte.

Mariah begann, sie mit einigen Feuchttüchern gründlich abzuputzen. »Immerhin verstehe ich jetzt, warum du mir nicht direkt Bescheid sagen konntest«, räumte sie ein. »Aber normalerweise musst du das tun, ja? Sonst muss ich doch noch anfangen, regelmäßig an deinem Popo zu schnüffeln.«

»Untersteh dich«, gab Mia zurück, die mittlerweile genau wusste, dass Mariah bei solchen Drohungen nur scherzte. »Wenn du das versuchst, dann kacke ich mir mit Absicht in die Hose, nur um zu sehen, wie dir schlecht wird!«

»Natürlich«, gab Mariah kichernd zurück. »Aber solange du noch damit kämpfst, auch nur Pipi zu machen, mache ich mir da keine allzu großen Sorgen drum.«

Kurz darauf legte Mariah die benutzten Feuchttücher aus der Hand und streichelte zärtlich über Mias Unterbauch. »Du solltest allerdings tatsächlich bald mal groß machen, finde ich«, sagte sie dabei sanft.

»Was?!« rief Mia entsetzt und wurde sofort puterrot, was in der Dunkelheit zum Glück nicht zu erkennen war.

Mariah fuhr ungerührt fort, während ihr Streicheln langsam in ein vorsichtiges Tasten und Massieren überging. »Na, du hast gestern Abend nicht und heute Morgen auch nicht… so langsam wird’s Zeit, und allerspätestens morgen sollte doch wirklich was kommen.«

»Können wir bitte über was anderes reden?« flehte Mia sie an. Natürlich war ihr klar, dass Mariah irgendwie Recht hatte, im Moment versuchte sie aber noch, das Thema so weit wie möglich zu verdrängen.

»Oh«, neckte Mariah çanakkale escort sie, »das ist doch jetzt nicht schlimm. Und irgendwann wirst du doch mal müssen, oder?«

»Lass das!« protestierte Mia, denn nach und nach war aus Mariahs tastenden Berührungen ein Kitzeln geworden, »ich frag’ dich doch auch nicht, wann du das letzte Mal warst!«

»Heute Morgen, während du im Unterricht gesessen hast«, antwortete Mariah unumwunden. Gleichzeitig hörte sie aber tatsächlich auf, Mia zu kitzeln, und legte ihr die Hände ruhig auf den Bauch. Etwas ernster sagte sie: »Ich will doch nur, dass du gesund bleibst. Wenn du mir versprichst, es nicht mit Absicht zurückzuhalten, dann bin ich ja schon beruhigt.«

Als Mia leise nickte, gab sie sich endlich zufrieden, küsste ihrem Mädchen noch einmal den Bauch und begann einmal mehr, sie sorgfältig zu pudern. Irgendwann holte sie ihre Cremedose aus der Tasche, tauchte einen Finger ein und berührte Mia damit leicht an der Nasenspitze. Diese wusste nun genau, was kommen würde, und hob wortlos dafür sogar ihren Hintern etwas an.

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Nicht einmal eine Viertelstunde später war Mariah schon wieder damit beschäftigt, Mia auszuziehen. Sie waren zum Institut zurückgekehrt und dort direkt in den Raum der Bienchengruppe gegangen. Mia war bereits aus der Latzhose gestiegen und hielt nun still, während ihre Erzieherin ihr die Zöpfe löste, die Haare ausbürstete und diese anschließend mit einem einfachen Haargummi auf dem Hinterkopf hochband.

Claudia und Anastasia saßen unter dem Fenster am Kopfende des Zimmers auf dem Boden und spielten unter der Aufsicht ihrer Erzieherinnen anscheinend gemeinsam mit Bauklötzen aus Schaumstoff. Die beiden trugen bereits ihre Strampelanzüge und hatten bisher kaum Notiz von ihnen genommen.

»Die müssen wir ja nicht mitwaschen, oder?« fragte Mariah ihren Schützling, als sie fertig war.

»Nee«, gab diese zurück, »aber wäre es nicht schlauer gewesen, mir vorher den Body auszuziehen? Mit dem Dutt bekomme ich den doch nie über den Kopf!«

Mariah musste breit grinsen. »Oh, da wird aber gleich jemand Augen machen«, kündigte sie an. Daraufhin knöpfte sie den Body im Schritt auf, schob ihn jedoch nur ein paar Zentimeter weit hoch.

»Lass die Hände mal unten!« wies sie Mia an, als diese ihre Arme hochstrecken wollte. Sie zupfte den Stoff etwas nach oben, sodass das Kleidungsstück nun um die Schultern sehr locker saß, und schob es daraufhin nach unten. Der seltsam geformte Kragen, der Mia schon heute Mittag aufgefallen war, öffnete sich dabei zu einem weiten Durchlass, und Mariah konnte ihr den Body nun problemlos bis zu den Füßen hinunterziehen.

»Siehst du!« freute sich Mariah, während sie sich daran machte, Mia nun auch von ihrer noch frischen Windel und ihrem BH zu befreien. »Das ist ganz praktisch, falls zum Beispiel mal was ausläuft und der Body im Schritt schmutzig wird.«

Mia wollte das lieber nicht weiter diskutieren, stattdessen lächelte sie verlegen und bedeckte mit ihren Armen notdürftig ihren Oberkörper. Obwohl der Gruppenraum gut beheizt war, fröstelte sie und freute sich auf ihr Bad. Auf dem Heimweg war sie ordentlich ausgekühlt.

Zunächst holte ihre Erzieherin jedoch noch ihr Töpfchen unter dem Wickeltisch hervor und hielt es ihr hin. »Möchtest du?« fragte sie dazu lächelnd.

Mia nickte. Sie musste noch nicht wirklich nötig, aber sie wollte die Gelegenheit, nicht in die Windel machen zu müssen, auf jeden Fall nutzen. Mit etwas Glück würde sie so bis zum nächsten Morgen durchhalten. Mariah stellte das übergroße Kindertöpfchen zwischen Wickeltisch und Bett auf und ließ Mia, nackt, wie sie war, darauf Platz nehmen.

Direkt danach ging sie ins Badezimmer, ließ aber die Tür offenstehen. So konnte Mia von ihrem niedrigen Sitz aus beobachten, wie ihr das Bad in der kleinen Wanne eingelassen wurde. Ihre Mitbewohnerinnen saßen beide mit dem Rücken zu ihr und schenkten ihr keinerlei Beachtung. Offenbar waren sie ganz darin vertieft, aus den bunten Klötzen eine Art Turm zu bauen.

Mia wunderte sich etwas über dieses kindliche Spiel, denn am Abend zuvor hatten die beiden sich in ihrer Freizeit noch mit ganz normalen Dingen für Erwachsene beschäftigt. Für den Moment war sie aber ganz zufrieden damit, einigermaßen unbeobachtet zu sein.

Es fiel ihr nicht einmal mehr schwer, es laufen zu lassen, auch wenn die Sitzposition immer noch ungewohnt war, ein paar Handbreit über dem Boden und ziemlich breitbeinig, weil der Höcker im vorderen Rand des Töpfchens ihre Oberschenkel auseinander hielt.

Außerdem prasselte ihr Pipi ziemlich laut auf dem Boden des Plastiktöpfchens, wie sie mit einem kleinen Schreck feststellte. Ein rascher Kontrollblick bestätigte ihr aber, dass Anastasia und Claudia sich nicht einmal dadurch von ihrem Kinderspielzeug ablenken ließen. Also ließ auch sie sich nicht aus der Ruhe bringen und beendete, was sie angefangen hatte.

»Das klappt doch richtig gut!« lobte Mariah, als sie zurückkam. In der Hand hielt sie bereits das Toilettenpapier, machte aber noch çankırı escort keine Anstalten, Mia damit abzuwischen. Stattdessen warf sie ihr ein wissendes Lächeln zu. »Bist du denn schon fertig, oder brauchst du noch ein paar Minuten?«

Mia schüttelte rasch den Kopf, denn sie verstand natürlich genau, was mit ›noch ein paar Minuten brauchen‹ gemeint war. Glücklicherweise ließ Mariah das Thema daraufhin sofort fallen und ging in die Hocke, um ihrem Mädchen zwischen die gespreizten Beine zu greifen und dort einmal mehr abzuputzen, nicht ohne zuvor wieder gekonnt die letzten Tropfen aus ihrer Harnröhre hinauszudrücken.

Sie war gerade damit fertig, als die Eingangstür deutlich klickend entriegelt wurde und kurz darauf Jana und Inis eintraten. Das Mädchen trug nur noch den Body über ihrer Windel, die Latzhose fehlte. Dafür klebten ihr große und bunt bedruckte Pflaster auf beiden Knien und an einigen anderen Stellen, die nun zu sehen waren. Jana dagegen war noch vollständig angezogen, auch wenn ihr Hut und die weißen Handschuhe fehlten. Allerdings war ihr so elegantes Reiterkostüm mit Erd-, Gras- und wohl auch Blutflecken verschmutzt. Die mussten von vorhin stammen, als sie sich um Inis an der Unfallstelle gekümmert hatte.

Mariah schnellte hoch, als sie die beiden entdeckte: »Oh nein, ihr seht ja schlimm aus!« entfuhr es ihr. »Ist alles in Ordnung bei euch?«

»Es geht so«, gab Jana zurück, während sie die Gruppentür schloss. »Aber euch schickt der Himmel! Du willst Mia doch bestimmt gerade in die Wanne stecken, oder?«

Mariah nickte. »Ja, das habe ich ihr versprochen.«

»Prima, magst du Inis dann auch gleich baden? Die hat es echt nötig, und ich selbst müsste auch mal duschen… und zur Toilette muss ich auch ganz dringend!« fügte sie mit entschuldigendem Lächeln hinzu.

»Sicher«, meinte Mariah, schränkte jedoch sofort mit einem Blick auf ihr Mädchen ein: »Wenn das für Mia in Ordnung ist, heißt das.«

Diese war bisher in ihrer hockenden Position sitzen geblieben, weil sie sich so, etwas geschützt durch die Einfassung des Töpfchens, nicht so nackt vorgekommen war. Jetzt sah sie ihre Erzieherin an und nickte.

»Ihr seid großartig!« bedankte sich Jana und begann sofort damit, Inis den Body im Schritt zu öffnen und ihr ihn über den Kopf auszuziehen. Sie bemühte sich dabei offenbar, vorsichtig zu sein, doch ihre Bewegungen wirkten ein wenig fahrig.

»Lass mal gut sein«, bot Mariah an, »den Rest mach’ ich.«

»Oh, vielen Dank!« Jana klang ernsthaft erleichtert. »ich beeile mich auch, schnell wiederzukommen, ja?«

Die letzten Worte schienen mindestens ebenso Inis wie den anderen gegolten zu haben, denn sie küsste diese nun auf die Stirn, bevor sie ziemlich eilig den Raum verließ.

Mia hatte bei der kurzen Prozedur zugesehen und ließ nun unwillkürlich ihren Blick über Inis’ Haut schweifen, auf der Suche nach weiteren Verletzungen. Glücklicherweise konnte sie keine entdecken, stattdessen fiel ihr der Rand einer Tätowierung auf, der gerade noch oben aus dem Bündchen der Windel hervorlugte. Das Motiv vermochte sie jedoch nicht zu erkennen. Die Windel selbst war bis weit nach vorn deutlich gelblich verfärbt und schien schwer im Schritt zu hängen.

Auch Mariah musste das bemerkt haben. »Oh, ich glaube, ich werde dich noch kurz etwas sauberwischen, bevor ich dich in die Wanne verfrachte«, meinte sie zu dem Mädchen. »Wartest du kurz hier? Dann kann Mia schon einmal ins Wasser, sonst wird der noch kalt.«

Mit diesen Worten drehte sie sich erneut zu ihrem Schützling um und half ihr auf, immer noch das feuchte Klopapier in der Hand haltend. Das entsorgte sie erst, als Mia stand, indem sie es kurzerhand in die Pfütze im Töpfchen warf.

Mia ließ sich nun dankbar nach nebenan zur Wanne führen und dort in das Badewasser helfen, das von duftendem Schaum bedeckt war. Im ersten Moment, als sie zunächst nur die Füße und die Unterschenkel eintauchte, kam es ihr fast unerträglich heiß vor. Doch das besserte sich rasch, als sie einen Moment innehielt und wartete, bis ihre ausgekühlten Beine sich an die Temperatur gewöhnt hatten. Danach sank sie langsam in die Hocke hinab und glitt schließlich bis zum Hals in das heiße Wasser, während Mariah ihr kurz den Kopf tätschelte und das Bad schon wieder verließ.

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Die Wärme drang in Mias Glieder und die Anspannung der letzten Stunden fiel von ihr ab. Jana schien nichts Ernsthaftes passiert zu sein, und Sleipnir dann wohl hoffentlich auch nicht. Wohlig streckte sie die Beine aus, bis sie das gegenüberliegende Ende der Wanne mit den Zehen ertasten konnte. ›Gar nicht mal so viel Platz für zwei‹, bemerkte sie leicht amüsiert.

Sie musste noch ein paar Augenblicke auf ihre Mitbewohnerin warten, war aber ganz froh darüber, dass Mariah diese noch einmal kurz sauber machte. Sie würden einander auf dem engen Raum sicher recht nahe kommen, und die Vorstellung, dabei in den Resten von Inis’ Pipi zu schwimmen, war irgendwie seltsam.

Mia sah auf, als Mariah zurückkehrte und Inis mit sich brachte. Auch diese war nun komplett nackt und trug das Haar hochgebunden. Beiläufig registrierte Mia, dass die Tätowierung nun freilag. Es handelte sich um eine abstrakte Form aus schwarzen Ranken, die spiegelsymmetrisch von der Scham ausgingen und sich nach oben hin bis auf die Höhe des Bauchnabels verbreiterten und verzweigten.

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Vorwort allgemein _ Es ist an der Zeit, meinen Nachlaß zu ordnen. Aus den verschiedensten Gründen standen meine Geschichten auf unterschiedlichen Seiten mit wechselnden Pseudonymen. Nun möchte ich die Arbeit von Jahren bündeln. Eine Nachbearbeitung findet nur rudimentär statt.

Alle Personen in dieser Story sind über 18 Jahre alt

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Vorwort speziell _ Die Teile 1 bis 16 dieser Serie, damals noch unter dem Titel ” Muskeln, Mösen, Modepüppchen”, erschienen zwischen 2005 und 2008. Das unveröffentlichte Material zu dieser Serie umfaßt weitere 16 Folgen, die allerdings noch überarbeitet werden müssen (Korrekturlesen usw.).

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Kapitel 49

Der Sonntagmorgen weckte Karola mit Sonnenstrahlen, die durch das Zimmer krochen. In ihrem Arm lag Monikas Kopf und als sich Karola vorsichtig bewegte, schlug Monika die Augen auf.

“Guten Morgen.”

“Guten Morgen, Liebes”, antwortete Karola. Dann schauten sich beide um.

“Wo ist er?”, fragte Karola.

Monika zuckte mit den Schultern.

“Vielleicht haben wir es gestern Abend doch etwas übertrieben … was meinst du?”

Karola schüttelte den Kopf. “Nein, das glaube ich nicht!”

Die ratlosen Gesichter der beiden Frauen hellten sich auf, als sie die Tür aufgehen sahen und Egon mit einem großen Tablett ins Zimmer kam. Karola und Monika setzten sich auf und Egon stellte das Tablett auf dem Bett ab. Dann setzte er sich den beiden gegenüber. Die grinsten einander an, sahen sie doch, dass Egon immer noch das rosafarbene Höschen trug.

“Guten Kaffee machen kann er ja schon, aber das mit dem Tee, das müssen wir ihm noch beibringen, nicht wahr?”, sagte Marion an Karola gerichtet.

Die nickte und fragte Egon, wie er sich denn fühlen würde.

“Gut! Einfach nur gut!”, sagte er kauend.

“Und sonst? Alles in Ordnung mit dir?”, bohrte sie weiter.

“Na ja”, meinte er sich windend, “ein bißchen wund halt … .”

“Das ist nicht weiter schlimm. Monika gibt dir gleich eine Salbe, dann bist du bald wieder einsatzfähig.”

Nachdem Egon das Tablett in die Küche gebracht hatte, gingen sie zusammen auf die Terrasse und ließen sich dort auf der großen Matratze nieder. Während Egon Karolas Füße massierte, überlegten sie, was sie den Tag über tun wollten. Monika, die eine anstrengende Woche vor sich hatte, schlug vor, einen Spaziergang zu machen. Danach würde sie dann gerne gammeln, vielleicht einen Film anschauen. Karola war damit einverstanden und Egon fiel auf, daß er gar nicht gefragt worden war.

“Das kann ja heiter werden”, dachte er.

Nach einer Weile stand Monika auf, reichte Egon die Hand und zog ihn hinter sich her. Sie gingen zusammen ins Badezimmer, wo sie ihn sich weit vorbeugen ließ. Dann nahm sie aus ihrem Toilettenschränkchen eine Tube, streifte sich einen dünnen Latexhandschuh über und verteilte etwas von der Salbe auf seiner Rosette. Eine kirschkerngroße Menge drückte sie danach auf die Spitze ihres Zeigefingers, den sie ihm vorsichtig in den After einführte. Dann ließ sie ihn aufstehen, griff auf dem Board nach der Packung mit den Pads und klebte eins in sein Höschen, das sie ihm anschließend hochzog bis es in seine Pofalte rutschte.

“Du willst doch nicht dein schönes Höschen schmutzig machen, nicht wahr?”

Egon konnte nur mit dem Kopf schütteln.

Dann ging sie mit ihm in sein Zimmer. Er hatte das Gefühl, als ob sie nur aufpassen wollte, ob er sich nicht doch eine von seinen Unterhosen anzog. Als sie sah, daß er seine Jeans über das Panty zog, ging sie aus dem Zimmer um sich selber anzuziehen.

Auf dem Flur stand schon Karola, die ein geblümtes, kurzes Sommerkleidchen trug.

“Seit sie Röcke und Kleider trägt, gefällt sie mir noch besser”, dachte Egon.

In dem Moment, als Monika angezogen aus ihrem Zimmer kam, klingelte das Telefon. Karola nahm den Hörer, hielt dann die Sprechmuschel zu und meinte zu den Beiden: “Ihr könnt ja schon mal den Wagen holen.”

Nach gut einer Viertelstunde kam dann auch Karola aus dem Haus und setzte sich auf den Beifahrersitz. Monika, die hinten saß, fragte: “Und? Wer war es?”

Karola drehte den Kopf nach hinten und sagte: “Sachiko!”

“Oh”, entfuhr es Monika.

“Was wollte der gelbe Teufel denn?”

“Das erzähle ich dir später … .”

Egon verdrehte die Augen und setzte den Wagen in Gang.

Kapitel 50

Karola und Monika hatten sich bei Egon untergehakt und mit langsamem Schritt schlenderten sie durch die Einkaufspassage ihrer Stadt. Egon, einen guten Kopf größer als die beiden Frauen, genoß die von Neid zeugenden Blicke, die ihm entgegen kommende Männer zuwarfen. Seine Jeans saß wie angegossen und sein ärmelloses T-Shirt modellierte seinen muskulösen Oberkörper. Viele der Frauen, die ihn anschauten, hätten ihn ohne Frage gegen das Exemplar getauscht, das an ihrer Seite ging. Die kurzen Kleidchen von Karola und Monika wippten bei jedem Schritt, die losen Armausschnitte erlaubten ihm, von oben herab, einen wundervollen Einblick auf ihre flachen Brüstchen und die sich balıkesir escort abzeichnenden Nippel. Nach anfänglichem Zögern war er sich jetzt sicher, daß niemand sehen konnte, daß er unter seiner Jeans ein rosafarbenes Damenhöschen trug. Etwas, das seiner Erregung übrigens durchaus zuträglich war.

Vor der Auslage eines Wäschegeschäftes stehend, überlegten die beiden an seiner Seite, welche Paßform für ihn wohl die beste wäre. Monika, in diesen Dingen die Kompetentere, meinte: “Wir werden wohl alles einmal durchprobieren müssen. Wenn wir nach Hause kommen, können wir ja mal eine Modenschau veranstalten.”

Karola nickt, zeigte auf einen französischen Boxershorts, den eine der Puppen trug. “So etwas würde mir an ihm am Besten gefallen”, sagte sie zu Monika. “Das ist aufregend feminin und weil es nicht so eng anliegt, kann man schnell mal mit der Hand hinein schlüpfen.”

Zwei junge Frauen, die sich zwischenzeitlich neben sie gestellt hatten, bekamen die Unterhaltung von Karola und Monika mit. Sie schauten Egon an, der sich schlagartig unwohl fühlte. Als er aber sah, daß die beiden jungen Frauen ihn anlächelten — flirteten sie etwa mit ihm? — entspannte er sich wieder. Trotzdem versuchte er seine beiden Lieben schnell aus der Gefahrenzone zu ziehen.

Als sie an einem Eiscafe vorbei kamen, sahen sie, wie einer der Tische gerade frei wurde. Sie setzten sich schnell hin und studierten die Eiskarte. Monika nahm sich eine Zigarette aus der Packung und schaute dann demonstrativ auf Egon. Der beeilte sich, ihr Feuer zu geben. Von der anderen Seite stupste ihn Karola an. “Es gibt nur einen einzigen Stuhl, auf dem Mädchen so sitzen wie du jetzt. Möchtest du einmal auf solch einem Stuhl sitzen?”

Egon bekam einen roten Kopf, verneinte und legte die Oberschenkel aneinander.

“Das erinnert mich an Sachiko, als wir … .” Sie verstummte sofort, als sie Karolas warnenden Blick sah.

Egon schaute demonstrativ auf die vorbei flanierenden Menschen. Er hatte sich vorgenommen, nicht mehr nach Sachiko zu fragen. Vielleicht, wenn sie glaubten, es interessiere ihn nicht mehr, würden sie gesprächiger, was diese geheimnisvolle Person betraf.

Nach dem Eis, über das sich alle lobend ausließen, spazierten sie noch eine Runde durch den Stadtpark. Egon ging das bunte Gemüse völlig ab, aber Karola und Monika schauten sich jeden Strauch, jeden Baum und jedes, noch so kleine Blümchen mit einer Engelsgeduld an. Er war ihnen ein Stück voraus und als er an einer Bank vorbei kam, setzte er sich und steckte sich eine Zigarette an.

Lautes Gekicher ließ ihn aufblicken. Drei Mädchen, vielleicht in seinem Alter oder etwas jünger, schlenderten an ihm vorbei. Er spürte ihre Blicke auf seiner Haut und eines der Mädchen winkte ihm flüchtig zu. Wieder einmal stellte sich Egon die Frage, ob sein Leben in den Bahnen verlief, die er sich für sich gewünscht hatte. War es ein Irrweg, sich an eine, eigentlich waren es ja sogar zwei, deutlich ältere Frauen zu binden? Verschenkte er nicht die aufregendsten Jahre seines Lebens, die wie feiner Sand unwiederbringlich durch seine Hände rieselten? Würde er, später einmal, die heutige Zeit verfluchen? Sie sich zurück wünschen? Noch einmal von vorne, dann aber richtig, leben? Er sah wie Karola, nur noch wenige Schritte von ihm entfernt, ihn anschaute. Und genau in diesem Moment spürte er die große, innere Verbundenheit, die ihn mit Karola verband. Eine ungeheure Wärme durchströmte jede Ader seines Körpers, brannte in ihm und ließ ihn glühen. Er öffnete seine Arme und streckte sie Karola entgegen.

“Ich liebe dich”, flüsterte er ihr zu. “Ich kann dir gar nicht sagen, wie sehr ich dich liebe.” Tränen kullerten ihm über die Wangen, während er das sagte.

Karola strich mit der Hand beruhigend über seinen Rücken. Zu Monika, die inzwischen hinter die beiden getreten war, machte sie eine verneinende Geste. Laß uns einen Moment alleine, sollte das heißen.

Monika verstand das Kopfschütteln richtig und ging weiter.

“Ich habe dich beobachtet. Das Mädchen, das dir zugewinkt hat … es stand auf Messers Schneide, nicht wahr?”

Egon schaute in die nun ebenfalls tränennassen Augen von Karola.

“Nein, nicht wirklich. Aber du hast Recht. Genau in diesem Moment habe ich gespürt, daß ich das, was ich jetzt tue, nie bereuen werde. Ich weiß natürlich nicht, was in einigen Jahren sein wird. Ich weiß ja nicht mal, was Morgen ist, aber eines weiß ich genau. Jetzt ist es das Richtige für mich!”

“Ich liebe dich”, sagte Karola und wischte sich verschämt lachend die Tränen weg. Als sie dann Egons Hand nahm und auf Monika aufschließen wollte, hielt er sie zurück.

“Ja?”

“Ich wollte dir nur noch sagen, daß mir das, was du, na ja, eigentlich ihr, mit mir so alles anstellt, sehr gefällt.” “

Ich weiß”, lachte Karola.

“Aber jetzt komm. Monika wird sich schon Gedanken machen.”

Kapitel 51

Wieder zu Hause verschwand erst einmal jeder in seinem Zimmer. Aber es dauerte gar nicht lange, Egon überlegte sich gerade bartın escort ob er es wagen dürfe, daß rosa Höschen auszuziehen, da kam Karola splitterfasernackt durch die Tür. Sie ging an seinen Kleiderschrank, holte aus einer Lade eines von seinen Unterhemden heraus und während sie es überzog, deutete sie auf sein Unterhöschen: “Zieh es ruhig aus.” Dann nahm sie ihn bei der Hand.

“Komm. Und nimm das Höschen mit.”

Im Badezimmer trafen sie auf Monika, die nur mit ihrem Slip bekleidet vor dem Spiegel stand und ihre Haare richtete.

“Du mußt wissen, daß unsere Unterwäsche viel zu zart für die Maschine ist. Deshalb waschen wir sie immer im Waschbecken. Oder besser: DU wirst sie in Zukunft für uns waschen!”, sagte Karola.

Dann ließ sie Wasser in das Becken laufen und griff nach einer Dose, die auf dem Bord stand.

“Schau genau zu, hörst du!”

Egon schluckte und nickte Karola zu. Die gab ein wenig von dem Pulver in das Wasser, dann ließ sie ihr Höschen in das Wasser fallen und walkte es vorsichtig durch.

“Normalerweise läßt du es erst ein paar Minuten einweichen … du darfst auch in der Zwischenzeit eine Zigarette rauchen”, lächelte sie ihn an.

Dann nahm sie ihr Höschen aus dem Wasser und legte es in das zweite Becken, das sie mit klarem Wasser gefüllt hatte. Danach drückte sie vorsichtig das Wasser heraus und legte den zarten Stoff über einen Wäscheständer, der in einer Ecke stand.

Karola ließ das Wasser aus den Becken ablaufen, dann sagte sie Egon:

“Jetzt du!”

Egon füllte das erste Becken mit warmem Wasser, wurde aber sofort darauf hingewiesen, daß es etwas wärmer schon sein dürfte.

“Nicht so viel von dem Pulver!”, wurde er korrigiert und dann: “Das sind aber keine Putzlappen, also ein bißchen mehr mit Gefühl, wenn ich bitten darf!”

Monika, die auf dem Wannenrand sitzend sich das Spiel anschaute, grinste Karola an.

“Na, das war doch für das erste Mal ja gar nicht so schlecht”, meinte Karola, als Egon den Slip über die Wäschespinne legte.

“Und jetzt Monikas Höschen!”

Egon drehte sich zu Monika um, die aber machte keine Anstalten aus ihrem Slip zu steigen. Immerhin stand sie auf und Egon bückte sich um ihr das Wäschestück auszuziehen. Als er es vorsichtig durch das warme Wasser zog, kniete sich Karola vor ihn und küßte seinen Schwanz, der aufgeregt auf und ab zuckte. Sie ließ ihn zwischen ihre Lippen gleiten, packte mit ihrer Rechten seinen Hodensack und ließ seine Murmeln hin und her rollen. Als sein Atem schwerer wurde, ließ sie seinen Schwanz aus dem Mund gleiten und erhob sich.

“Wir haben noch viel Zeit”, lächelte sie ihn verschmitzt grinsend an.

Kapitel 52

Im Wohnzimmer standen Karola und Monika vor dem Regal mit den DVDs und überlegten sich, welchen Film sie anschauen wollten. Da Egons Meinung nach die Filme eh nichts taugten, beteiligte er sich erst gar nicht an den Überlegungen. Er saß in seinem Lieblingssessel und harrte der Dinge, die da kommen würde. Als dann der Vorspann von ‘Grüne Tomaten’ auf dem Bildschirm erschien, sah er seine Befürchtungen bestätigt und richtete sich auf ein kleines Nickerchen ein.

“Wenn du dir den Film nicht anschauen willst, kannst du uns einen Tee machen”, sagte Karola nach einer Weile.

“Und was zum Knabbern wäre auch nicht schlecht”, fügte Monika hinzu.

Egon wuchtete seinen Körper aus dem Sessel und trottete in die Küche. Er füllte den Wasserkocher mit Wasser, legte den Kippschalter um und holte Tassen und Unterteller aus dem Schrank. Dann ging er ins Bad und stellte sich vor die Toilette.

Aus dem Augenwinkel heraus sah Egon eine Bewegung an der Tür. Es war Monika, die auch sofort anfing zu schreien:

“K A R O L A!!!”

Die kam herbeigelaufen, weil sie dachte, etwas Schreckliches sei passiert.

“Endlich habe ich den Kerl mal erwischt!”, sagte Monika aufgeregt zu Karola. Und an Egon gewandt, der mit seinem besten Freund in der Hand immer noch vor dem Becken stand, sagte sie: “Kannst du dich nicht wie jeder normale Mensch hinsetzen? … Ein richtiges Ferkel bist du!”

Karola, die die Pingeligkeit von Monika in diesem Punkt unterstützte, sagte zu Egon: “Da muß ich Monika Recht geben. So geht das nicht!” Und dann sagte sie, ihre Freundin anschauend: “Wenn er es schmutzig macht, dann soll er es auch wieder sauber machen. Und dann schauten beide Egon an.

“Du hast es gehört. Wenn du uns den Tee gebracht hast, machst du das Bad sauber.”

Egon atmete einmal tief durch, als die beiden Frauen gingen um ihren Film weiter zu schauen. So hatte er sich das aber nicht vorgestellt. Aber was sollte er machen? Also ging er in die Küche, bereitete den Tee für die beiden und brachte ihn mit ein paar Leckereien ins Wohnzimmer.

Dort empfing ihn eisiges Schweigen. Er hielt sich dann auch nicht lange auf, ging ins Bad und suchte sich die Putzsachen zusammen. Aber zuerst setzte er sich hin und rauchte eine Zigarette.

Nach vielleicht 20 Minuten kam er ins Wohnzimmer, sagte: “Fertig” und setzte batman escort sich in seinen Sessel.

Monika und Karola sahen sich an, stoppten den Film und mit Egon im Schlepptau gingen sie ins Bad. Dort fanden sie innerhalb einer halben Minute fünf Stellen, die ihrer Meinung nach nicht ordentlich waren und so mußte Egon ein zweites Mal ran.

“Und wage es nicht, vor unserem Film fertig zu sein”, sagte Karola, bevor sie das Bad verließ.

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Diesmal nahm sich Egon mehr Zeit als beim ersten Mal, denn noch einmal wollte er sich nicht ausschimpfen lassen. Als er zum Schluß die Spiegel der Toilettenschränkchen auf Hochglanz polierte, standen Karola und Monika in der Tür und schauten ihm bei der Arbeit zu. Die anschließende Inspektion fiel zu ihrer Zufriedenheit aus. Endlich konnte Egon die Putzsachen beiseite stellen und schaute die beiden Grazien abwartend an. Die nahmen ihn zwischen sich und gingen in Monikas Zimmer.

Dort hatte Monika inzwischen einen nicht kleinen Berg an Höschen bereit gelegt, die Egon der Reihen nach anprobieren mußte. Wie erwartet paßten ihm die Strings überhaupt nicht, da sie für sein Geschlecht einfach zu schmal geschnitten waren. Von den normalen Pantys saßen die meisten ganz gut, aber am besten paßten ihm die Hüfthöschen und die französischen Pantys. Da sowohl Monika als auch Karola ständig an ihm herumzupften, blieb es nicht aus, daß er hochgradig erregt war.

Egon stand gerade vor dem Spiegel und drehte sich prüfend nach allen Seiten, als es an der Wohnungstür klingelte. Karola ging nach vorne, und kam wenig später zurück ins Zimmer. Hinter ihr ging N’Dami, die einen spitzen Schrei der Begeisterung ausstieß, als sie Egon in dem schneeweißen Höschen mit Spitzenbesatz sah.

“Whow”, sagte sie anerkennend zu Egon und gab ihm einen dicken Kuß auf die Wange. Und an ihre beiden Freundinnen gewandt: “Ihr hättet ruhig auf mich warten können … .”

“Ach sei nicht sauer auf uns”, sagte Karola.

“Egon wird dir gerne noch einmal die Sachen vorführen, die wir für die Besten halten.”

Egon warf den Dreien einen wenig freundlichen Blick zu, dann aber griff er nach dem Stapel der für gut befundenen Stücke und zog sie eins nach dem anderen noch einmal an.

“Und was ist mit Strümpfen?”, meinte N’Dami.

“Und noch wichtiger: Schuhe! Habt ihr euch darüber eigentlich schon einmal Gedanken gemacht?”

Karola und Monika schauten sich fragend an. Dann zuckten sie mit den Schultern.

“Also wenn ihr nichts dagegen habt, dann werde ich diesen Teil eigenhändig übernehmen”, sagte N’Dami.

Karola schien von dieser Idee sehr angetan und so einigten sie sich darauf, das N’Dami mit Egon nach Schuhen und Strümpfen Ausschau halten sollte.

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Daß die Stimmung heute eine andere war, bemerkte Egon, als ihn die drei Frauen Richtung Spielzimmer schupsten. Von dem verführerischen Umgarnen und dem spielerischen Dominieren war nicht mehr viel zu spüren. Auch fragten sie ihn nicht, ob ihm dies oder jenes gefallen würde. Er wurde auf den Matratzenstapel niedergedrückt und während Karola seine Beine spreizte und mit den ledernen Manschetten und der Spreizstange fixierte, banden Monika und N’Dami breite Lederbänder um seine Oberschenkel. An den Riemen waren mit einem stählernen Ring Manschetten befestigt, die sie um seine Handgelenke legten und festzurrten. So, jeglicher Bewegung beraubt, blieb Egon nichts anderes übrig, als sich seinem Schicksal zu ergeben.

Karola, die sich inzwischen den Strapon umgeschnallt hatte, fettete gerade sein Poloch ein, als N’Dami sie ansprach: “Habt ihr eigentlich schon mit den Vorbereitungen für Sachiko angefangen?”

Karola schüttelte den Kopf.

“Na dann wird es aber Zeit!”, grinste die Schwarze.

Egon sah, wie Monika über ihn kletterte und ihre Möse über sein Gesicht postierte.

“Nein, so leicht will ich es euch nicht machen”, dachte Egon und drehte den Kopf zur Seite. Er sah N’Dami, die Monika etwas reichte, gleichzeitig wedelte sie mit einem langen, schmalen Lederbändchen vor seinen Augen. Karola, die immer noch zwischen seinen Beinen hockte, formte mit Daumen und Zeigefinger einen Ring, den sie hinter seine Hoden legte und seinen Hodensack zu sich zog. Mit geübten Bewegungen schlang N’Dami mehrfach das Lederbändchen um die zarte Haut und verknotete es. Dann ließ ihn ein Geräusch aufhorchen, das er schon einmal gehört hatte und das nichts Gutes verhieß. Er sah, wie Monika eine ganz ordinäre Wäscheklammer in der Hand hielt und sie über seine Brustwarze stülpte. Als sie sie zuschnappen ließ, durchfuhr Egon ein Schmerz, der seine Augen augenblicklich feucht werden ließ und sein Schwanz zuckte wild auf und ab. Gleichzeitig spürte er einen starken Druck gegen seinen Anus und das Ziehen an seinem Hodensack. So, völlig aus der Fassung gebracht, wollte er nur noch eins — nämlich schreien. Aber genau in diesem Moment senkte sich Monikas Möse auf sein Gesicht und erstickte sein Geschrei im Keim.

Während Karola ihn in aller Seelenruhe fickte und Monika auf seinem Gesicht ein Rodeo ritt, piesackte N’Dami ihn, indem sie ihm die zweite Wäscheklammer verpaßte. Eine Hand, welche es war konnte er nicht sagen, drückte ihm den Knackfrosch in die Hand. Egon spielte einen kurzen Moment mit dem Gedanken das Spiel abzubrechen, aber dann wurde in ihm das Gefühl des Trotzes größer.

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