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Christine: Transgenderism (reposted)

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Christine: Transgenderism.

Introductory notes; The following piece is an extract from my novel "Sarah's Garden". It is not a work of erotica as such so if you've come here looking for erotic stimulation then I apologise. Instead this piece is posted as a sort of exploratory discussion of transgenderism. Since I have been posting my work on this site I have had the privilege of meeting many kind people on here who have expressed an interest in transgendered people and why they are what they are. It became apparent that this is a greatly misunderstood subject and, since misunderstanding is frequently the source of prejudice and bigotry, I thought it might be useful to post this extract in which I hope to show the origins of transgenderism and the problems of somebody growing up transgendered.

The storyline in this instance concerns a young transgendered c***d. I hasten to point out that this in no way reflects any attempt to sexually exploit c***dren which I would personally find repugnant. Instead it attempts to demonstrate that transgenderism is something that is evident in the majority of cases from a very young age and aims to plead for compassion and understanding for the young person who grows up in the realisation that somehow they are a different gender inside to the one which is visibly apparent from their external appearance. Such compassion and understanding is well overdue. The death rate among young transgendered people is shockingly high. It is estimated that nearly fifty percent of all transgendered people in the United States either commit suicide or die the victims of violent crime. This then is simply a heartfelt plea that the transgendered person is after all just another human being with perhaps a slightly different journey through life but who deserves the same respect and understanding as anybody else.

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Sarah’s new f****y was much on her mind the following day although she certainly did not anticipate how the events of that day would have far reaching consequences for that f****y. Daniela and she were happily rummaging through catalogues of c***dren’s furniture and discussing net curtains with Elrika, their house lady. The intelligence that Daniela’s daughter was coming to live with them had galvanised the old lady and she was visibly excited. Elrika adored c***dren but nature had been unkind to her. Her only daughter had died young and without bequeathing any grandc***dren to her. It seemed as if little Elizabeth when she arrived would find herself not only in possession of a second mother but an extra surrogate grandmother as well. Sarah rather suspected that the old lady would spoil Elizabeth rotten but she hadn’t the heart to dampen her enthusiasm. She’d spent the whole morning scrubbing down the attic room destined to be Elizabeth’s quite oblivious to Daniela’s protests that the task was superfluous since they were intending to redecorate it in any case. Now she was laying out lengths of curtain material on the kitchen table and discussing their merits in exhaustive detail. The making and design of net curtains was something of an art form in rural Switzerland but the finer points of the mysteries of d****ry had rather eluded Sarah. Doubtless they could have simply purchased perfectly adequate ready-made curtains for Elizabeth’s room at a lower cost and a fraction of the hassle but it seemed unkind to overrule Elrika’s input into the familial expansion and now curtain making was officially a part of her domestic portfolio. Elrika was deeply content.
She was not alone in that. In fact domestic bliss reigned in the household. Daniela had phoned America that morning and talked to both her parents and Elizabeth. Plans were already in an advanced state. They were provisionally looking at a date in early November for Elizabeth’s arrival. That was only a few weeks away. There was a lot to do. It was exciting.
In truth Sarah would have preferred to spend the afternoon in town buying decorating materials and perhaps furnishings but that was not an option today for they had a commitment. The lady that Peter and Simon were considering employing was due to arrive at two o’clock. Simon had phoned this morning to confirm the interview having consulted the lady concerned. Sarah had then phoned Nicole to remind her to put in a token appearance. That conversation had been amusing. Nicole’s parents had seemingly taken Charmaine into the bosom of the f****y like a second daughter. She and Nicole were invited over the following weekend for Sunday dinner! Nicole was grumbling about it but her disgruntlement was transparent. The evening before had been a triumph and Nicole’s relief and happiness were obviously apparent even while she moaned about the obligations of f****y duty.
Sarah felt a warm glow of satisfaction every time she thought about the evening before. Nicole’s f****y’s embracement of her sexuality, standing as it did in stark contrast to Sarah’s, was deeply gratifying and the evening had been merry and full of camaraderie. At the end of the meal they’d been joined by Elke and her partner Angelica and lingered long over coffee and liqueurs. In a sense it had been more than just about Nicole’s f****y. There had been the real feeling of an extended f****y; a sort of meta-f****y of dear friends belonging to a specific community. Sarah and Daniela had told Mr and Mrs Richardson and Elke and Angelica about Elizabeth’s anticipated arrival and there had been universal enthusiasm. Angelica had some big k**dy bean bags and wall d****s she wanted to contribute to the furnishing of Elizabeth’s room and Elke was talking about throwing a k**’s party at the hotel for Elizabeth’s arrival so that she could meet some new friends. Simon and Peter were offering material assistance in the matter of some repairs that Daniela and Sarah had identified as necessary and even Mr Richardson had weighed in with an offer of help. Apparently he had friends in the furniture business who could do them a good price on bunk beds. Mrs Richardson had an even more astonishing offer. She was still in possession of a k**’s dressing table; a sort of play version of a grown up lady’s dressing table complete with play cosmetics and accessories and an illuminated mirror. It had previously belonged to Nicole and Mrs Richardson hadn’t had the heart to throw it away or sell it. Nicole was slightly miffed about this offer. She’d loved that little dressing table when she was a k** and felt secretly a little aggrieved that her mother was just giving it away without her consent. The general pulling together of all their friends in the common cause had extended even further this morning. Not only was Elrika throwing herself into the fray on behalf of young Elizabeth but Hans-Ruedi, the old handy-man that pottered about in the garden, was now talking about fixing up and repainting an old garden shed that was currently not being used and converting it into a little Wendy House for Elizabeth and her friends. There was no doubt about it... Elizabeth was going to be spoiled!
Sarah glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was just approaching twelve o’clock. She caught Daniela’s attention. “If you’re going to drive down to Buchs you’re going to have to go soon Danny.” she told her, “Otherwise you’ll not be back in time for when this lady arrives.”
Daniela nodded at the wisdom of this. She had errands to run in Buchs and she’d been putting them off all morning. Now she was cutting it a little fine, for the interview with Simon and Peter’s proposed employee was at two o’clock. She pushed her catalogue aside decisively. “You’re right! I’d better get going.” She turned to Elrika. “Do you need anything from town while I’m down there Elrika?”
“Nein danke Fraulein.”
Sarah clicked her tongue. “Don’t be taking any more commissions on Danny! You’ll be pushed for time as it is.”
Daniela stood up. “Ok I’ll get going. Where are the keys for the BMW sweetheart?”
“In the bowl on the hall table where they always are!”
Daniela grinned. “I know! I just keep hoping that one day you’ll let your hair down and do something completely radical like hiding them where nobody can find them!”
Sarah poked her tongue out at Daniela. “I can’t help it if I like to be organised.”
Daniela laughed and bent to kiss her. “I think you’re just lovely!” She held her hands up. “Ok, ok! I’m going!”
“Try to be back by two o’clock Danny.”
“I will do honey. Look if by any chance I do get delayed just make my apologies and entertain this lady until I arrive ok?”
“Oh for God’s sake don’t be long. I won’t know what the hell to say to her.”
“I shan’t be long I promise. Ok I’m out of here!”
For the next hour or so Sarah busied herself making sure the living room was spotless and tidy enough to receive guests and then ran through an inventory of light refreshments in the kitchen. She was gratified to note that there was still some diet coke and a tub of vanilla ice cream in the fridge so at least she would be able to offer the lady’s little boy something. Despite her meticulous preparations however Sarah was still caught by surprise for it was only twenty to two when the door bell rang. Sarah jumped up flustered and hastened to the front door.
The lady stood nervously at the front door was a slim attractive brunette with a kind but somewhat careworn face. Clutching her hand and trying to hide behind her was a young c***d peering fearfully around the shield of its mother. The lady was clearly ill at ease. “I’m very sorry.” she stammered, “But is this the house of Miss Devin?”
Sarah smiled reassuringly at her. “Yes that’s right.”
The lady held out her hand. “I’m Jacqueline Morel. I have an appointment to see Miss Devin. I’m afraid I’m a bit early though. I wasn’t sure if I could find the house so I set off early. I hope I haven’t inconvenienced you.”
Sarah took the proffered hand warmly. She liked the look of this young woman. There was something gentle and warm hearted about her. She felt like the kind of person you would instinctively like to have as a friend. “Not at all!” she reassured the lady. “I’m afraid Daniela isn’t home at the moment though. She had to drive down to town for some things. She assured me that she’d be back by two o’clock so if you don’t mind waiting a little while...”
The lady smiled. “Of course not. Er you must be Sarah.”
Sarah nodded. “Yes that’s right I’m...” Sarah hesitated for a moment. “I’m Daniela’s partner.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you Miss. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Sarah laughed. “Good things I hope!”
“Oh yes!”
Sarah smiled at the young c***d still trying to hide behind its mother. “And this is?”
The lady took a deep breath. “Er this is Chrissie.” She urged the c***d forward gently. “Don’t be rude now Chrissie. Say hello to the lady.”
Chrissie poked a hand out timidly and muttered a tentative “Hello Fraulein.”
Sarah shook the hand gently. “Chrissie? Is that short for something?”
Chrissie’s mother intervened hastily. “Er just Chrissie Miss.” She caught Sarah’s eye and flashed a warning. “It’s really Christian but he doesn’t like to be called that.” The little boy seemed to cringe as his mother forwarded this information and for a horrible moment Sarah thought he was going to burst into tears. There was something odd and something very wrong with this little boy. It was difficult to put your finger on it. Able to see him clearly for the first time Sarah found herself fascinated by him. He was small for his age, very slender and delicate with big brown eyes full of timidity and a touch of sadness. He was clearly unhappy but he could in no way be thought to be neglected or not well looked after. He was spotlessly clean and clearly in his best clothes. The only thing about him that perhaps hinted at neglect was his hair. It was immaculately brushed and clean but it was far too long for a young boy. It fell well over his shoulders. It was not unattractive by any means for he had thick brown hair with a natural wave and a healthy gloss. “What a curious c***d!” Sarah thought to herself. She struggled to find a word in her mind to describe him and the only one that came to mind was pretty. Pretty! The little boy was undoubtedly pretty with his delicate features and long brown hair. But little boys weren’t supposed to be pretty! They could be amusing, endearing... cute even... but you didn’t describe them as pretty! Sarah smiled at him. “Chrissie then. What lovely hair you have Chrissie.” she ventured experimentally.
Amazingly the little boy’s face lit up and he looked pathetically grateful. His mother sighed apologetically. “He won’t let me cut it!” she told Sarah in exasperation. “Every time we go to the hairdressers he throws a tantrum because he thinks I’m going to have his hair cut off!”
Sarah’s antennae were up and waving by now and flashing warning signals at her. Cautiously she reached out to touch the luxurious brown locks of Chrissie’s hair. “Well it’s nice hair.” She told the little boy. For the first time, Chrissie smiled at Sarah shyly and bit his lip. Sarah straightened up. “But please come in both of you. Let me take your coats and I’ll see if I can rustle up some coffee.”
Courteously Sarah ushered Jacqueline and Chrissie into the living room. Jacqueline looked around in admiration. “What a lovely house you have.” she remarked feelingly.
Sarah smiled in agreement. “Yes. I love it. It’s a lot of work though because it’s so big. It’s an old guesthouse originally called the Edelweiss. Some of the rooms were originally dormitories and they’re enormous. Danny uses one of them as her dance studio!”
Jacqueline bit her lip. “May I be honest Sarah?”
“Of course!”
“I’m actually bricking it at the thought of meeting Miss Devin. I had no idea that Peter and Simon’s business partner was somebody so famous. I nearly peed myself this morning when Simon phoned up and said that she wanted to meet me!”
Sarah laughed. She found herself liking this lady more and more. “Please don’t concern yourself Jacqueline. Danny’s no prima donna diva! She’s a lovely friendly down to earth person. You’ll get on just fine with her.” Sarah waved a hand at sofas and armchairs around the coffee table. “Look take a seat and I’ll see to coffee.” Once Jacqueline and her odd son were seated Sarah rushed into the kitchen. Elrika was still pottering about. “Elrika!” breathed Sarah hastily. “Would you be an absolute darling? Our guest has arrived early and Danny’s not back to greet her. I don’t want to leave her alone so would you be a sweetheart and make us some coffee and biscuits or something?”
“Ja, ja! Don’t you worry liebchen. I’ll see to all that.”
“Thanks Elrika!” Sarah dashed back to the living room. “Coffee will be a few minutes.” she told Jacqueline.
Jacqueline raised an eyebrow. “You have servants?”
Sarah laughed. “Oh God no! Nothing so grand! We have an old lady who helps out with the housekeeping part time is all. She’s offered to make the coffee so I don’t have to rudely leave you to your own devices.”
Jacqueline was apologetic. “I’m sorry. I didn’t wish to sound presumptuous. I don’t really have much idea how the rich and famous live.”
Sarah smiled at her. “Neither have I Jacqueline! At least I had no idea until this summer past when I met Danny. Even now we don’t really live ostentatiously. Oh we have a big house and Danny has a Ferrari but other than that we live quite simply actually. We don’t exactly live in the fast lane. We’re a bit boring actually!”
Jacqueline looked unconvinced. “It doesn’t sound boring to me!” she declared. “I mean you’re the partner of one of the most famous celebrities in Switzerland.” She blushed. “I’m sorry! It’s none of my business how you live of course but I can’t help myself being curious. I’m a big fan of Daniela Devin actually. I’ve got all her records. That’s why I’m so nervous about meeting her.”
“Please don’t be. She doesn’t bite!”
Jacqueline grinned ingenuously. “Chrissie really likes Daniela’s music as well.” She told Sarah. “He keeps a poster of her in his bedroom! He’s a bit shy but he’s excited about meeting her.”
Sarah smiled at the strange little boy. “Well if you ask Daniela nicely Chrissie I’m sure she’d love to sign a poster for you. Would you like that?” The little boy bit his thumb timidly but his eyes were sparkling and he nodded eagerly. Sarah found her attention constantly wavering toward Chrissie. She still couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly was so singularly unusual about him. There was something incongruous about him as if what you were seeing was not the whole story. There was something deeper to him; something showing superficially on the surface but not overtly recognised. This was a little boy with a secret. Even his mother seemed a little discomfited by him in a strange way as if she feared he might embarrass himself. Sarah was fascinated by him. There was something about his gestures; his postures; even the way he walked that just didn’t fit with the image of the well dressed young boy he outwardly appeared to be. The elusive nature of him was nagging at the back of Sarah’s mind. Sarah shook the thoughts from her mind and turned to his mother. “Peter and Simon said you come from Graubunden originally Jacqueline.”
“Yes I’m from the Engadin actually; not far from Sils.”
Sarah was pleasantly surprised. The Engadin was the upper valley of the river Inn in the very south east corner of Switzerland. Sarah had visited the region several times. It was a beautiful mountainous region containing the famous resort of St Moritz. “Oh so you speak Romansh then?” Sarah asked. Romansh was the fourth official language of Switzerland spoken by a tiny minority of people in the Confederation exclusively in the Canton of Graubunden.
Jacqueline nodded. “Yes I speak some. My mother speaks Oberengadish or Puter but most people speak German as well. My father is from the Lower Valais though and speaks French naturally.”
“A real multi-lingual f****y then?”
Jacqueline laughed and it lit her face up with warmth. Sarah had the feeling that this was a lady who needed to laugh more often. “I suppose so.” she conceded. “I was brought up with a real mix of languages at home. I suppose that’s what gave me my dexterity with languages. As well as Romansh, German and French I also speak Italian. My last job was in a hotel in the Bergell where I mostly spoke Italian.”
Sarah nodded. “I know the Bergell. I went on holiday there once with my father.” The Bergell was a curious little steep sided valley; the upper valley of the River Mera which flowed from the Maloja Pass at the extreme western end of the Engadine into Italy. There was a forgotten feeling to the little valley cut off from the rest of Switzerland by the mountains and Sarah had found its isolation charming. Sarah grinned. “Maybe you could help me with my Italian.” she remarked. “My parents live in the Ticino and I always have to speak Italian when I go down there. I can speak it somewhat but it’s not my best language I’m afraid.”
Jacqueline regarded her shyly. “I speak some English as well. I understand that you and your partner are both English. We can speak English if you’re more comfortable with that.”
Sarah laughed and shook her head. “We’re only part English Jacqueline. My mother is English and my father is Swiss. I was born in England but I’ve spent nearly all of my life right here in the Toggenburg. As for Danny she’s even more of a mixture. Her mother is part English and part Swiss German while her father is half American and half Swiss French. Danny lived a lot longer in England though so she’s a bit more naturalised to England than I am. We’re pretty much multi-cultural hybrids though.”
Jacqueline puckered her brow inquiringly. “Is it true that Daniela has a c***d as well?”
“Yes she has a young daughter who lives with her grandparents in California for the moment. That’s about to change however. She’s coming over to Switzerland to live with us in the near future.”
Jacqueline’s eyebrows rose with interest. “Oh really?” Then she lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m being nosy again!”
Before Sarah could elaborate on her current favourite topic of conversation they were interrupted by Elrika bearing a tray holding cups, saucers, cream, sugar, coffee pot, a glass of coke for the young boy and a plate of biscuits. Sarah politely served coffee before resuming the conversation. “So what brings you to the Toggenburg Jacqueline?” she asked.
Jacqueline pulled a wry face and took a breath. She looked sad. “Escape I suppose. Things were not good for me or Chrissie back home. There was a lot of talk about us and... well people can be pretty cruel sometimes. Chrissie had trouble at school because... well because of the way he is and I thought we both deserved a fresh start. I spent some time in the Toggenburg years ago and I always remembered it as a place where I found some peace and tranquillity. I suppose I came here to try and rediscover that peace. The last couple of years have been a bit rough on both of us. I don’t really know anybody in the Toggenburg so that was a positive. I just wanted a place where we wouldn’t be prejudged. Most of all, I want a safe place for my son; somewhere where he isn’t known and he can make a fresh start.”
“Won’t he miss his friends in Graubunden?”
“He didn’t have any friends in Graubunden Sarah. I had to pull him out of two different schools and most people who had c***dren his age we knew didn’t want to let their k**s play with him.”
Sarah was shocked. “That’s awful!”
Jacqueline nodded. “As I said people can be pretty cruel.” She reached out to stroke her son’s hair fondly. “I’m sure he’s going to make some real friends here though. We don’t need those people back home. I hope we can both make some real friends here. We deserve another chance.” Impulsively Jacqueline hugged her son. Sarah found her protectiveness endearing. However odd the little boy might be there was no doubt that his mother loved him very much. Feeling a little awkward and not at all sure how to proceed, Sarah was relieved to hear the front door. She glanced at the clock. Daniela had been true to her word. It was almost exactly two o’clock.
As Daniela entered the living room Sarah jumped up to introduce their guests. Jacqueline rose courteously if a little nervously to take Daniela’s hand. Sarah was watching them interestedly. As she had expected Jacqueline melted visibly under Daniela’s formidable charm as she greeted her and apologised for her absence. Even more gratifying to Sarah was to observe Daniela’s reaction to Jacqueline. Although Daniela was invariably charming to anyone she met Sarah was coming to know her well enough to detect when she took a liking to somebody on first acquaintance. Daniela shared with Sarah the instinctive ability to warm immediately to somebody who was just basically a good person. Sarah was even more interested to see how Daniela would react to little Chrissie. The little boy was visibly shaking with a comical mixture of dread and excitement as Sarah introduced him. Under his mother’s urging he offered a limp hand to Daniela with the curiously odd mannerism that seemed characteristic of him but he seemed too awestruck to be able to speak. “Chrissie here is one of your biggest fans Danny!” Sarah told her with a smile.
“Really?” Daniela’s eyes were dancing. Triumphantly Sarah realised that Daniela was as fascinated with the little boy as she was. She took the little boy’s hand and turned on her biggest and most heart melting smile. “Well I am lucky!” she declared. “It’s not every day I get to meet one of my biggest fans! I shall have to be on my best behaviour!” Chrissie smiled shyly quite clearly entranced by the vision of the object of his adoration in the flesh before him.
With a laugh Sarah relieved Daniela of her shopping bags. “I’ll put this stuff away.” she volunteered. “Why don’t you all sit down and I’ll grab an extra cup for you Danny.”
Daniela nodded. “Yes let’s do that.” She took Chrissie’s hand. “Why don’t you come and sit with me on the sofa Chrissie?” The little boy beamed hugely but he could only nod dumbly.
It took a few minutes to stow away the provisions in the kitchen and when Sarah returned with an extra cup she found the atmosphere considerably more relaxed. Nicole had once remarked jokingly that Daniela could put a conference hall full of paranoid schizophrenics at their ease and there was a lot of truth in the statement. Jacqueline was looking visibly more comfortable and smiling more. As for little Chrissie, sat on the sofa next to Daniela and clutching her hand, he looked as if Christmas had come early this year. Daniela was taking particular interest in him and coaxing out a few mumbled words. Jacqueline was looking deeply grateful for the interest Daniela was showing in her unusual son. Reading between the lines Sarah guessed that she was unused to such a positive reaction to him. It was a positive reaction as well. Daniela’s interest went clearly beyond the natural kindness and sympathy of the warm hearted person she was. Daniela could barely take her eyes off him so clearly bewitched by him she was. As Sarah put down a cup in front of her Daniela lifted a hand to stroke Chrissie’s hair. “I was just saying to Jackie here what beautiful hair Chrissie has Sarah.” she remarked.
Sarah suppressed a smile. Daniela had wasted no time in coming to more intimate terms. Jacqueline was now firmly Jackie! “I said so as well Danny.” Sarah replied. “Apparently he won’t let his mum cut it for him!”
“That’s right.” Jacqueline confirmed. “He’s a nightmare at the hairdressers! The last time we went it took me over an hour to coax him inside and even then he made me promise not to let the hairdresser do anything more than just trim the ends!”
Daniela’s interest grew by the second. “So you like your hair long then Chrissie?” she asked him. Chrissie nodded in reply. Daniela smiled at him and took a lock of her own hair. “Well I like my hair long as well.”
Chrissie gazed in fascination at Daniela’s luxurious blond mane. “C..can I touch it?” he stammered timidly.
“Chrissie!” his mother admonished quickly. “You can’t ask Miss Devin something like that!”
Daniela laughed. “It’s alright Jackie.” she reassured her. “Of course Chrissie can touch my hair.” Chrissie reached out to stroke Daniela’s hair shyly. He stroked it gently; almost lovingly quite plainly enraptured by its long silky texture. There was almost a sense of yearning in his fascination. “Do you like my hair Chrissie?” Daniela asked the question gently but she had turned serious and Sarah could detect that she was more than casually interested in his reply.
“It... it’s beautiful.” Chrissie mumbled.
Jacqueline was ruefully apologetic. “I’m so sorry Danny. He always wants to stroke ladies’ hair. He’s got a thing about it.” Sarah frowned slightly. Jacqueline spent too much time apologising for her son.
It seemed as if Daniela thought the same for she glanced at Jacqueline and said. “Please don’t apologise Jackie. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to stroke people’s hair. I find myself wanting to stroke girls’ beautiful hair all the time but I’m grown up and people frown on it a bit, apart from Sarah, and I could stroke hers all day long!”
Jacqueline blushed. “Yes but you’re....” she stopped herself in time. “I mean I don’t think it’s appropriate for him to want to stroke a girl’s hair.”
“Why?”
“Well because he’s a boy.”
Daniela nodded uncertainly and turned her attention back to Chrissie. “When I was a little girl I used to love to stroke my mother’s hair. She used to let me help her brush it out as well. Maybe you could help me brush mine a bit later Chrissie. I could do with the help. Hair like mine takes a lot of looking after.”
Chrissie looked eager. “Oh! Could I?”
Daniela laughed. “We’ll have to see what your mother says Chrissie.”
At this moment Elrika entered the living room. She was a lady convinced that, without her constant vigilance and left to their own devices, people of her acquaintance were all too liable to starve themselves to death. She was carrying an enormous plate of Black Forest Gateau and a fresh pot of coffee. Her entrance gave Daniela an opportunity. She smiled at Chrissie. “I happen to know that Elrika has a blueberry tart and a big tub of ice cream in the kitchen Chrissie! Would you like some?”
“Yes please!”
Daniela looked up at Jacqueline. “Is it ok if Chrissie has some ice cream?” she asked.
Jacqueline smiled. “As if I could stop him! He loves ice cream. Sure he can have some Danny. We only had a light luncheon and it’s ages until dinner.”
Daniela nodded in satisfaction. “Good! Well why don’t you go off with Elrika into the kitchen then Chrissie. Your mum and I have to talk about some boring things now.”
The lure of ice cream notwithstanding Chrissie nevertheless looked reluctant to be parted from Daniela. Elrika held out a hand invitingly. “Come along.” She urged. “When we’ve had some pop and some ice cream you can help me feed the cats and the chickens.” With the prospect of these further adventures in store Chrissie allowed himself to be led away.
Daniela’s eyes followed Chrissie all the way as Elrika led him out. When he was gone she turned to Jacqueline. “You have a very singular and remarkable c***d Jacqueline.”
Jacqueline blinked in surprise. “Oh er... do you think so?”
“Yes I do. You seemed surprised that I think so.”
Jacqueline rubbed her chin ruefully. “Well to be honest Danny that’s the first time anybody ever said that to me. I’ve heard him called a few things but never remarkable.”
“Well perhaps it is about time then that people took a better look at him Jackie. I not only think he’s remarkable but, and at the risk of being intrusive, I’m not convinced that you yourself are aware of just how extraordinary he is.”
Jacqueline gave a wistful smile. “Mothers always think their k**s are extraordinary Danny. I suppose it’s nature’s way of stopping us from strangling them when they get on our nerves. I love my son very dearly but I’m under no illusions about what other people think about him. Most people think he’s a little peculiar at best.”
Daniela laughed. “Well I can sympathise Jackie. I pretty much think my own daughter is extraordinary and she is. Some people are a little taken aback by her though. She’s so intelligent, self assured and mature that you sometimes have to pinch yourself to remind yourself that it’s a little girl you’re talking to and not a grown up! Nevertheless I stand by my opinion. I think Chrissie is a fascinating young c***d.”
Jacqueline frowned and placed her coffee cup down before collecting her thoughts. “May I ask a frank question Danny?”
“By all means.”
“Well I thought that the purpose of this interview today was about the job in the pub but Simon told me you wanted to meet my son as well. May I ask why? I mean we haven’t even mentioned the job. We seem to have talked about little else than my son.”
Daniela nodded in agreement with the justice of Jacqueline’s inquiry. “Yes that’s true Jackie and I think you deserve an honest answer. As far as the job is concerned, from a purely practical point of view, there is no question I think that you are admirably qualified and suited to the position. Simon and Peter are more than satisfied with your qualifications and references. They are of the opinion that you are a highly talented and gifted person who will be nothing but an asset to the business. However the business is more than just the particular skills and qualifications a person brings to the job. There is also the question of whether or not the people working together can get along together. That’s true in any business but it’s even more so in this case because all the people involved are already a close knit community and good friends together. That’s why Peter and Simon wanted me to meet you. I, in my turn, wanted you to meet Sarah. Sarah isn’t actually part of the business. She might well help out part time on occasion but she has her own things to be getting along with. I’m not really involved in the day to day running of the business either. I’m just putting up the money behind it. Theoretically then, there’s not the slightest reason why you should need to talk to either Sarah or myself. But we’re a tight knit little f****y and we mutually support one another. We needed to how you’d fit within that f****y. That of course includes your f****y and that means your son.”
“But why should he be relevant?”
“Well Peter and Simon were concerned about the fact that you are a single mother Jackie and, not only that but that your c***d has special needs. That’s going to put extra pressures on you regarding the job.”
Jacqueline looked stubbornly defiant. “I can cope! I’ve done it before. I really need this job!”
Daniela held up a hand. “Wait a minute Jackie. The position is not dependent on your ability to balance the requirements of being a mother with the job. I’m not here trying to ascertain whether or not you’d cope. What I’m trying to do is think of the best way of helping you to cope. This interview, if you can call it that, ceased to be about the job some time ago. We know what your qualifications are and I’ve seen all that I need to. I know that Peter and Simon think you are perfect for the job and Sarah here likes you.”
Jacqueline blinked. “Oh? Does she really?”
Daniela nodded. “Yes. I know she hasn’t said so as such but I know Sarah well enough to know when she’s taken a liking to somebody. Well that’s decisive as far as I’m concerned. You may consider yourself employed! Now all we have to do is sit down and thrash out how we’re going to make this thing work. Merely “coping” isn’t an option Jackie. We have to find a solution that helps everybody and that includes the needs of your c***d just as I have to find solutions around the needs of my own.”
“Sarah said that your c***d was coming to live with you.”
“Yes that’s right and of course it means I have to make adjustments and arrangements too. I have work obligations as well with concerts, live tours, recording contracts, videos, television appearances and so forth. I couldn’t possibly manage all that and attend to the needs of my c***d without the help of my friends and loved ones and I wouldn’t expect you to balance your work and the needs of your c***d on your own either. That’s why I wanted to see your c***d Jackie. I needed to know just what his needs were so that we could find a way to help you meet those needs. You’ve been trying to do this on your own Jackie and you shouldn’t have to. We can help you.”
For a moment Sarah thought that Jacqueline was going to cry but she mastered herself and took a deep breath. “I... I don’t know what to say Danny. Thank you! This means a great deal to me.” She paused for a few seconds to control her feelings. “I... I really wanted this job Danny and not just because I need the money. Well I do need the money of course but there was more to it than that.”
“Oh yes?”
“Yes. I found out that Simon and Peter are gay and then I learn that you’re involved in the business too and I suppose all Switzerland knows that you’re gay!”
Daniela frowned. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Jacqueline shook her head vigorously. “No, no, no! Not at all! On the contrary it’s why I really wanted the job. You’ve got to understand that I don’t know any gay people. I really wanted to meet some and talk to them. I thought perhaps they might be able to advise me or at least be a bit more tolerant than the people I knew in Graubunden.”
Daniela raised an inquiring eyebrow. “Tolerant? Are you saying that you’re gay Jackie?”
“Not me Danny! My son! My son is gay!”
Daniela looked gently amused. “So you believe your son is gay then Jackie.”
“Well it’s obvious isn’t it? You just have to look at him!”
“Well I’ve looked at him Jackie and it’s not obvious to me! I think he’s a bit young to properly determine his sexual orientation don’t you? I mean how can you tell if he prefers girls or boys? Most boys his age think that girls are pretty gross whatever their sexual preferences turn out to be in later life.”
Jacqueline seemed puzzled. “But I thought from what you were saying that you thought he was gay as well.”
“I have no idea whether your son is gay Jackie. But tell me something. Why do you think he’s gay?”
“Because he’s so feminine Danny! He doesn’t act like a boy. He acts just like a girl!”
Sarah had been keeping an interested silence up until now but at this point she blurted out. “Of course! That’s it! I’ve been trying to put my finger on it ever since I first met him. He looks just like a girl dressed up as a boy! It’s his mannerisms; the way he talks, moves, even the way he walks! God he could easily be a little girl!”
Daniela nodded thoughtfully. “Yes I noticed it straight away. It’s very marked.”
Jacqueline pulled a face. “Everybody remarks on it sooner or later. It gets more marked the older he gets as well although he’s always been that way. The people we knew back in the Engadine used to call him a sissy or a nancy boy. He got into all kinds of trouble at school. The other k**s used to bully him about it and the teachers kept telling him off for pretending to be a girl. A lot of parents wouldn’t let him play with their c***dren because they thought he was queer or something. The lady who used to babysit for me when I was at work had a daughter the same age. She found him one day putting on her daughter’s clothes and she told me that she preferred it if he didn’t come around to their house anymore.” Jacqueline looked sad. “That was when I decided we needed to get away; make a fresh start somewhere else. The people I worked for weren’t very sympathetic. They just thought I should stop him from being such a girl and tell him to act like a boy. It’s not as easy as that though. I tried to make him behave like a boy but he just got more and more miserable. It got to the stage that he was just unhappy all the time and it was breaking my heart.”
Daniela was looking at her with gentle understanding. “I can well imagine it Jackie. I’m sorry for saying so but it sounds as if you knew some pretty ignorant and bigoted people.”
Jacqueline nodded sadly. “I was desperate to tell the truth Danny. I didn’t know what to do. He used to cry whenever I made him dress in boy’s clothes. It was ok if I let him put a pretty top on that was a bit girly but people either frowned at that or laughed at him. I had the devil of a job dressing him this morning. It was only the chance of meeting you Danny that helped me to persuade him.”
“Does he like dressing as a girl then?” asked Sarah in fascination.
“Hell yes! He’s always playing with my clothes. A lot of the time at home he’ll wrap a piece of cloth around his waist so that it looks like a skirt. He likes to play with my make up and things as well. I have to hide my nail varnish or he starts painting his nails! That’s why he won’t let me cut his hair. He wants it long like a girl’s. He even plays with dolls! I have my old dolls from when I was a k** and they’re his favourite toys. All the boy’s toys I buy him, like trucks and things, he’s not interested in.” Jacqueline sighed deeply. “One day at school they were staging a dance for the k**s to perform in front of their parents. They had all the girls dressed up as little ballerinas in pink and the boys in blue shirts and pants. Chrissie was so upset that he couldn’t put on a tutu with the girls I had to take him home.” Jacqueline pulled a wry face. “It’s not the only time he’s had that sort of trouble at school. He likes to draw a lot and one day at school he drew a picture of a girl in high heels and a dress. The teacher asked him who the picture was of and he told her that it was him. Well she told him that it couldn’t be him because he was a boy and he threw such a tantrum that they told me to come and collect him from school. I got called into the headmistress’ office and she recommended that I see a doctor; a psychiatrist about him.”
“And did you?” asked Daniela.
“Yes I did. It didn’t do too much good though. The doctor thought it was some kind of c***dhood phase he was going through and had me follow this program of rewarding him for masculine behaviour and penalising him for being feminine. He told me that the likely cause of my c***d’s behavioural problems was that he’d been raised by a single mother without a male role model in the form of a father.”
Daniela looked shocked. “Please change your doctor at your earliest convenience Jackie because you can take it from me that the one you’ve been seeing is a quack!”
“Well I have changed now Danny because we’ve moved here. I still have to see a doctor though because of the problems Chrissie has had. I can’t put him into a new school without an assessment because he’s been diagnosed as special needs because of this problem.”
“Does he have any other learning difficulties or clinical problems other than this characteristic of his?” Daniela wanted to know.
“No. Not that I’m aware of. He’s actually very bright and generally in advance of the other k**s at school although his progress has been a bit reduced of late because I’ve had to keep him out of school so much. But no, he’s an intelligent k**.”
“He just wants to be a girl then?” asked Sarah.
It’s worse than that Sarah! It’s not just that he wants to be a girl he actually seems to think he is one! He doesn’t even like to be called by his real name of Christian. He wants to be called Christine! Calling him Chrissie is a sort of neutral compromise.”
Sarah frowned. “How does he think about not being anatomically a girl though Jackie. I mean presumably he knows that he looks different between his legs than girls do.”
“Oh yes and he hates it. He loathes the fact that he has a penis. He seems to think it’s a big mistake; that God made a mistake or something by giving him one.” Jacqueline shuddered. “God one day I found him in the bathroom. He’d got hold of a pair of scissors and if I hadn’t come in at that moment I swear he would have tried to cut it off!”
Sarah covered her mouth with a hand. “Oh my God! That’s terrible!”
“Yes I hid anything he could harm himself with after that but it scared me to death. That’s when I knew we had to get away and make a fresh start. I needed to find someone who could advise me Sarah. That’s why this job seemed perfect. I though perhaps gay people would be more understanding and able to help me understand what is happening to my son who just has to be gay.”
“I don’t think you’ve got a gay son Jackie.” said Daniela quietly.
Jacqueline looked taken aback. “I beg your pardon?”
“I said I don’t think you’ve got a gay son. In fact I’ll go further than that. I don’t think you’ve got a son at all. I think you’ve got a daughter!”


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There were a few moments silence following Daniela’s startling remark; a few moments whilst the significance of her words sank in. Sarah stared at her in astonishment but with a tinge of excitement. She realised almost immediately what Daniela was trying to say and she felt a thrill of discovery. This was something she had never encountered before; something that was truly special; one of nature’s more intriguing if somewhat mischievous variations. Sarah, since Daniela had come into her life and f***ed her to reassess her sexuality, had researched widely into the sub-culture of the LGBT community and found the field fascinating. Among her researches she had come across this very subject and she had read some of the rather thin body of literature concerning it as well as watching some documentaries about it on-line. Daniela with her deeper background knowledge had recognised Chrissie for what he truly was a lot earlier but Sarah, the more she looked at it, was increasingly sure that she was right. Chrissie was something very special.
Of course being special was as much of a curse as it was a blessing. Most people don’t want to be special. Society was very good at imposing mundane uniformity and often cruel to those who didn’t fit into its categories of “normality”. There was even a Japanese saying which summed it up; the saying that the nail that stood up was hammered down until it was level with the rest. Gay people of course were all too aware of this. They, most demonstrably, didn’t fit into society’s definition of normality. They were the ones that stood out as different and as a result suffered from the bigotry towards and fear of the different. Sarah remembered the conversation she had had with Daniela on the day they had hiked over to the Voralpsee. Daniela had argued that day that people didn’t fit into boxes neatly. Society was forever trying to fit you into acceptable boxes. Gay people themselves had even bought into the idea by arguing that they were in fact normal ; that there was a perfectly simple box into which they could step and be just as ordinary as everybody else. They sought no celebration of their difference but the obscurity of their normality.
Sarah felt slightly troubled by that and she suspected that was not the way that Daniela looked at the world either. Why shouldn’t society in fact glory in individual difference; revel in the vast complexity of humanity? There were six point eight billion people on the planet and every single one of them was different! You were going to drive yourself mad trying to impose standards of normality on nearly seven billion individuals. Not only could it not be done but it was a miserably depressing thing to even want to. It was the incalculable variation of humanity that kept the species so infinitely dynamic and creative. Why would you even want to reduce that dynamism to a flat level of mundane conformity? How dull and grey life would be!
Were gay people even making a mistake by demanding normality? Were they too ready to accept a definition of themselves as “gay” and therefore trapping themselves into an ordained category which they would be expected to conform to? Daniela had pointed out that even gay people on occasion were far too comfortable in accepting such simplistic definitions of themselves. They too had their problems when it came to categorisation; their own difficulties in squeezing people into boxes. The obvious one was the bisexual person. Life would be a lot simpler if people could be defined as either gay or straight. The bisexual was an irritating variable; so irritating that you had to invent a whole new box for them; a sort of catch all repository for all the people who didn’t fit neatly into the two main categories. The problem was that once you started sub-dividing all the categories then there was no end to it and you ended up where perhaps you should have started in the first place; i.e. the notion that everybody was in fact different from everybody else and the only box you could put them in was ultimately the one that was uniquely theirs! Nobody’s sexuality was going to be the same as anybody else’s so why on earth try to define a normality about it? Humans were not clones. Difference was normal. Who you slept with should not be a definition of you. It should be an irrelevancy.
But if ever there were two categories that were regarded as holy writ; set in stone, then they were the categories of gender. If people were beginning to explore the notion that sexuality was far more fluid than had been previously accepted there was as yet only the glimmer of suspicion that one’s gender might be equally open to variation. You were either a man or you were a woman. There seemed little compromise with that bi-polar view within contemporary society. It was a fundamental bedrock of belief within society; male or female. Anybody who challenged that simplistic view in some respects challenged humanity’s very definition of itself and Chrissie was just such a person. Of all the differences that society might abhor then this was one of the most threatening for it questioned even the most basic premise that people came in but a simple two genders. Life threatened to be difficult for Chrissie but there was an excitement about the challenge that Chrissie and like people presented; an excitement simply because they introduced entirely different ways of looking at human beings; radical concepts calling into question the very philosophy of humankind and how we view ourselves as living beings. Chrissie was a challenge that asked every open minded person to stand back and think again. Chrissie was special!
Jacqueline seemed momentarily shocked by Daniela’s assertion. She seemed to have accepted gradually that her son was most likely gay but Daniela had raised the bar and was suggesting something even more startling. Finally she found her voice. “But... but he’s a boy!” she protested at last.
Daniela raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Is he? Is he really?”
“Well yes... I mean that’s what it says on his birth certificate.”
Daniela laughed shortly. “Which, of course, is a sacred document entirely free of any possibility of error or misinterpretation!”Daniela smiled ironically. “Jackie have you any idea of the prevalence of ambiguity in gender assignment at birth. It’s a lot more common than you would think. Generally speaking a physician or mid-wife upon delivering a baby will examine the external genitalia of the c***d and assign gender on the basis of that examination. Unfortunately that’s not always possible. In a significant minority of cases there is enough ambiguity about the genitalia to call into question the gender. In such cases it’s necessary to conduct an examination of the internal anatomy and sexual characteristics such as gonads, internal ovary structures, hormones and chromosomes. Even then there can be questions and the doctors can get it wrong. The truth is that in reality there is very little difference physically between a male c***d and a female c***d and there are enough possible variations between the two to call into question that c***d’s possible gender assignment. In fact the assignment of male or female at birth is more a societal assignment rather than a medical definition. Until very recently doctors would make a conscious decision on the gender of the c***d on the basis of the information available and if necessary to make the c***d conform to that decision would carry out surgery on the c***d to correct any ambiguities that called the assigned gender into question. The results were often frightful leaving the c***d scarred and mutilated and out of kilter with its own gender identity. Thankfully these days a more enlightened approach is being advocated by some doctors who argue that doctors should not be so ready with surgical intervention upon a c***d who after all is too young to make that decision for itself and is going to have to have to grow up with the consequences of the doctor’s decision. In effect they’re saying that we should let the c***d determine which gender he or she is most comfortable with when old enough to know their own mind.”
Jacqueline frowned uncertainly. “Yes I think I’ve heard about such cases Danny but it doesn’t apply in Chrissie’s case. There was no question about his sex when he was born. He was a perfectly formed little boy and no reason to doubt otherwise.”
Daniela raised a finger theatrically. “Until now Jackie... until now!”
“You mean he’s changing somehow?”
“No I don’t think so. I think he’s always been this way. It was only after he became older that the ambiguity became manifest. Tell me what do you know of Gender Identity Disorder?”
“I’ve never heard of it!”
“Well it’s a horrible name. It implies some terrible malady or disability which isn’t necessarily the case. There is some tendency to use more sensitive terms to describe the condition these days and, while accepting that it is something that must be addressed, there is less prevalence among the medical community to regard it as some sort of debilitating dysfunction. The most enlightened authorities simply consider it as a perfectly acceptable variation of the human condition that, with proper therapy, does not preclude a person from having a fulfilled and happy life. I won’t say an ordinary life because such people are extraordinary by their very nature but certainly a life that need be no less satisfying and complete than anybody else’s. Admittedly life may be much more challenging to people who are born this way but that’s more because of the society we live in rather than the condition itself.”
“Yes but what is it?”
“Well I’ve already said that many c***dren at birth have ambiguous sexual characteristics. These characteristics are most usually first identified with ambiguous genitalia. Actually the genitalia of a male or female are essentially made up of the same material. All foetuses start life as female. The sexual organs can develop one way or the other dependent upon the hormones generated by the body according to whether it has XX or XY chromosomes. Thus with male hormones the organ becomes a penis or with female it becomes a clitoris. Likewise the sac of the scrotum forms from what otherwise would have been the labia majora, the gonads become either testicles or ovaries and so on. The point is that the differences are actually superficial changes that are triggered by the actions of hormones while the c***d is still in the womb.
Well we know that all sorts of things can go wrong with such chemical changes to the body and hence it’s not always possible to tell immediately which gender the c***d is from a physical examination. What some medical scientists now believe is that these hormonal changes go even deeper than was once thought. It is thought by some now that the hormones affect not only the development of the sexual organs but also the brain; imprinting, if you like, a gender identity on the very thought processes of the person. This can be fairly mild to extreme depending on just how much imbalance of the hormones there is. You can get the whole spectrum of severity in other words. In mild cases people may find themselves tending somewhat towards the opposite gender from which they are assigned. You may get rather masculine girls or effeminate boys or simply some people who can empathise better with the opposite sex because of some characteristics they share with them in their own brains. In extreme cases however the person has a gender identity so firmly imprinted on their brains that it simply doesn’t match with their assigned sex. They experience the overwhelming feeling that there has been some terrible mistake. They have been literally born inside the wrong body. Their outward appearance says that they are one sex but inside they are completely convinced that they are the opposite. This is what is called Gender Identity Disorder.”
Jacqueline bit her lip. “Oh God! I think I see what you mean. Chrissie often says to me that he thinks God had made a mistake by making him a boy!”
Daniela nodded. “That’s absolutely characteristic Jackie. As far as Chrissie is concerned he or rather she is a girl! Everything you’ve told me and everything I’ve observed about her tells me that that is the truth. I am not at all surprised to learn that Chrissie has had emotional and behavioural problems. Anybody would who has been raised all their life as the wrong gender! Imagine how you would feel if you were brought up being told all day and every day that you were a boy and you knew inside yourself that it wasn’t true. Everything about Chrissie’s life is a lie and she’s baffled and hurt about it. Jackie I think your little boy is in fact a little girl and she’s been trying to tell you that all her life. Maybe you should ignore that blasted quack of a doctor you’ve been taking her to and try listening to her instead.”
“Are you telling me that Chrissie will grow up to be a transvestite or something?”
Daniela shook her head. “The correct term is transgender Jackie although there is endless discussion about the exact meaning of the words transgender or transsexual. Transvestites are people who simply dress up as the opposite sex. Many of them of course are transgender to some extent or another but transvestism is really descriptive of an act not an identity. If an actor dresses up as the opposite sex in a theatrical role then they are transvestite although it has nothing to do with their own gender identity. It’s just something they’re doing. Of course many transgender people will dress up in the clothes that they feel more readily fits the gender they feel themselves to be but even that isn’t an absolute. It is not uncommon for transgender people to so suppress their inner conviction of their gender as to go through life conforming to their so-called biological gender assignment and living lives of pretence and concealment. Sadly such people frequently live miserable frustrated lives and the suicide rate among them is shockingly high.”
Jacqueline turned pale. “Oh God! Suicide?”
Daniela nodded seriously. “Yes Jackie. I’m sorry. There’s no way to tell you this gently but I’m afraid that the suicide rate among young transgendered people is one of the highest among any particular societal grouping. Some studies suggest that the rate is several times higher even than the rate among gay teenagers who are already as much as seven or eight times more likely to commit suicide than straight people. You can understand why. It is hard enough for gay people to deal with the guilt and shame that comes as a result of society’s ostracism of their sexuality. Imagine how much harder it is going to be for a young person growing up trying to hide the very fact of their own gender; expected to fit into roles that every fibre of their bodies scream at them are wrong. Our gender is so fundamental to us; so central to how we perceive ourselves. Imagine having to live in denial of it every waking moment of your life. It’s a very, very lonely place to be Jackie. Ideally there will one day come a time when society will accept all the variations in a person’s sexuality or gender without the cruel bigotry that it currently imposes on those who don’t fit its comfortable assumptions and such people will be able to grow up without fear. Until that time comes though, people like your Chrissie need and deserve all the help and compassion we can give them.”
Jacqueline squeezed her fists in anguish. “Well what should I do?”
Daniela smiled. “Plenty I think Jackie. You know as an active supporter of LGBT rights I’ve come across quite a few transgendered people now. I can tell you that there’s a lot of heartbreak and sadness in many of their stories. Of course transgendered people gravitate towards the gay community because it’s one of the few safe havens for them in society; the one place where they are accepted. There’s a fuzzy line between being transgendered and being gay in many cases and I suspect that a lot of people who identify as gay are in fact transgender. There is a subtle difference. Transgender refers to a state where you identify as the sex opposite to that which you have been assigned. Being gay, means that you are attracted to people of your own gender. The two things are not the same. I have no doubts about my own gender and neither does Sarah. I think most people would unambiguously recognise us as very female. Yet we are both gay. A transgender person might be gay or straight.”
Jacqueline looked puzzled. “Excuse me? What do you mean?”
“I mean that your sexual identity depends upon your gender identity. If you’re a man and you are attracted to men then you are gay but if you’re attracted to women then you’re straight more or less. But your gender is what you consider it to be. Thus if a person is transgendered then their sexual orientation should correctly be associated with their gender identity. If somebody is born male but is transgendered to female then, should she be attracted to men, she is straight, not gay, in spite of the fact that, from a gross biological point of view, her original gender was male. If she discovers she prefers females then she’s lesbian. What I said earlier is relevant. Most people don’t actually work out what their sexual preferences are until they reach puberty at least and start becoming sexually interested. Gender though is something that comes much earlier. It is characteristic of transgendered c***dren that they know from a very early age whether they’re a boy or a girl. Everybody does that. I’m sure that I was certain that I was a girl long before I ever knew that I was attracted to them as well. Most transgendered k**s know pretty much from the age they are capable of thinking about such things that there’s something wrong with their bodies.”
“We seem to have got off the subject Danny.” Jacqueline noted. “I asked what I was supposed to do.”
“Yes I’m sorry. I transgressed a little. I said plenty and I think that is the case. As I’ve already said I’ve met a lot of transgendered people though my contacts in the LGBT community and there are some pretty horrific tales. With Chrissie though, I’m rather optimistic. I think she’s got something rather good going for her.”
“What’s that?”
“She’s got a loving, understanding and supportive mother who, instead of being appalled and railing against the unfairness of the hand she’s been dealt, is determined to help, support and love her c***d whatever might be. All this time I’ve talked to you I have never found any evidence to suggest otherwise. You have my profound respect and admiration Jackie. Chrissie will have many difficulties to face in life but she is lucky indeed to have a mother like you to help her.” Daniela paused to take a sip from her coffee. “But Jackie you shouldn’t have to help her alone. If you are going to be working with us then we... and I’m sure I speak for Sarah as well... we would like to offer all the help and support that we can.”
“Yes absolutely!” declared Sarah. “I agree with every word Danny has said.”
Jacqueline nodded gratefully. “I... I would value your support a great deal ladies. God knows that you’re the first people I’ve ever met who are so understanding. I... I’m just trying to get my head around all this. I mean if Chrissie is transgendered as you say then what am I supposed to do to help him, or her as you say? I mean obviously I’ll continue to love him and support him but is there anything specific I should be doing?”
Daniela nodded. “Well for one thing you can dump the bl**dy doctor you’ve been seeing! I was appalled when you told me that he was telling you to penalise Chrissie for being female! What a prick! The very last thing Chrissie needs is to be punished further for something she can’t help! God knows what damage it will do to her to be constantly bullied into being something that she isn’t! Not only that, but the bl**dy quack had the temerity to even suggest it was partly your fault for being a single mother! How dare he? Tell him to take his tincture of bat’s vomit and other quack remedies and bugger off back into the dark ages where he belongs! We’ll find you a proper specialist for Chrissie!”
“But where?”
“Well as it happens I know a qualified paediatrician and c***d psychologist who specialises in transgendered c***dren. She’s one of the leading specialists in her field Jackie and well respected. She has her clinic in Zurich and before this afternoon is out we’re going to make an appointment for you to take Chrissie along to see her. That’s the first step.”
“Er I’m not sure I can afford a specialist Danny.”
“Who said you had to Jackie? Haven’t you been listening? I said you don’t have to do this alone. We’re here to help. We’ll pick up the consultation fees. All you have to do is to get yourself and Chrissie to the clinic at the appointed hour and we’ll see what Dr Marcie has to say.”
“Dr Marcie?”
“Dr Marcella Poillette.... she’s an old friend of mine. I call her Doc Marcie. She’s a lovely lady and fantastic with k**s. You couldn’t wish for a better person to counsel you on this Jackie. She’s not only top notch in her field but she also cares passionately about the k**s that come under her care. For the first time you’ll be getting properly qualified advice from a person who knows the subject inside out and back to front.”
“Will it be difficult to get an appointment Danny? I mean if she’s that well known won’t she be pretty full up or something?”
Daniela shook her head with a laugh. “Not at all! Oh she’s a busy lady alright but we can pull a few strings in this case. She’s not only a friend of mine but I’m also the patron of the charity that helps to support her clinic financially. I’ve made some personal contributions myself and...well let’s just say that Marcie owes me a few favours! We’ll get an appointment alright! You’ll see!”
“Well thank you Danny. I don’t know what to say! What do you think she’ll recommend?”
“I should imagine that she’ll want to make a full diagnosis to begin with Jackie. She’ll probably want to question both you and Chrissie at length and determine exactly the extent of Chrissie’s transgendered condition. On the basis of that she’ll come up with some strategy for you to manage Chrissie’s life and possible transition.”
“Transition?”
Daniela regarded Jacqueline soberly. “Yes Jackie. In cases where it’s called for Dr Marcie may well advise her clients to allow their c***dren to assume the gender role that they identify with.”
“You mean allow Chrissie to be.... to be a girl?”
“If that is what she considers to be the healthy option for your c***d Jackie. If she considers that the psychological distress of being f***ed into the wrong gender role is harming your c***d then she may well recommend that you allow that c***d to transition into the gender they feel more at ease in. I’m sure she’ll weigh up all the options but that might well be a possibility. Would that pose problems for you?”
“Oh God! I don’t know! I’ve never even thought about that before!”
“Do you think Chrissie would be happier being allowed to be a girl?”
Jacqueline nodded. “Yes he probably would but.... Oh God I don’t know! It’s a hell of a step! I mean what about school and things like that?”
Daniela regarded her with compassion. “Listen Jackie Dr Marcie isn’t going to do anything without consulting you at every step. She’s very experienced in these sort of problems. Certainly she’ll be able to advise you on how to deal with school authorities and you’d have the backing of her authority if it came to asking for special requirements for your c***d at school. Dr Marcie’s seen it all in this area Jackie. You’d do well to listen to her advice. The other thing she’ll be able to do is put you in contact with help groups of people in the same boat as you. You and Chrissie are not alone out there you know. You are going to be amazed at how many transgendered people there are and how many parents of transgendered k**s are going through exactly the same thing as you are. This condition is far more prevalent than you would have given credit for. Slowly, painfully slowly perhaps, society is changing Jackie. Things like this don’t carry the same stigma they once had. There’s new hope and understanding.” Daniela paused to smile. “You know in many ancient societies and still some extant societies to this day transgendered people were perfectly accepted within society and even sometimes revered; almost as a third gender, celebrated for the diversity they brought to the community. Maybe one day we’ll get back to that level of tolerance and understanding and come to respect people for what they are and not how we expect them to be.”
Jacqueline was wringing her hands in uncertainty. “Yes ok I could let Chrissie be a girl but what about... I mean what about when he grows up and all that.”
Daniela waved a hand dismissively. “That’s way down the line Jackie! You don’t have to worry about that just yet. If it is indicated then later Chrissie may be prescribed hormones to block puberty and prevent masculinisation at puberty. That’s always a critical period. It’s devastating to a transgendered person when their body starts to take on adult characteristics of the opposite gender to that which they identify with so their counsellor might refer them to an endocrinologist to give them the treatment to delay puberty and allow the growing c***d time to decide if they want to complete the transition. Afterwards they may well be prescribed hormone treatment to feminise or masculinise their body according to their gender identity. Later, much later they may well choose to undergo reassignment surgery to change their physical appearance. They may also choose cosmetic surgery to more align themselves with their gender; girls might have breast enhancement, bodily hair depilation or have their Adam’s apple reduced and so forth. But all that’s way in the future yet Jackie. What’s important now is Chrissie’s happiness for the moment. Right now I’m guessing that Chrissie is a very unhappy little c***d. That’s not your fault Jackie but I think you have to give him/her every chance to find happiness now. The future can look after itself and we can look at it when it comes.”
Jacqueline rubbed her hands against her temples. “Oh God! I just don’t know what to think! This is a whole new set of concepts for me.”
“I’m sorry Jackie. I didn’t want to concern you too much.”
“Please Danny it’s alright. I was already concerned! In fact I was desperate. This is the first time anybody has really talked any sense to me about Chrissie.”
“I might be wrong Jackie.”
Jacqueline shook her head. “No I don’t think you are. Everything you’ve said makes sense. It’s just that I’ve never looked at it this way before. I’ve never even heard of that gender... what did you call it?”
“Gender Identity Disorder.”
“Yes that. Do you think Chrissie really fits that?”
“Well of course I’m not a professional Jackie. Dr Marcie will be able to give you a properly professional expert diagnosis on that. However from my experience and having seen Chrissie and talked to you I’d say as a layman that Chrissie seems like a classic case. Have you got internet access at home?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’ll give you the links to some websites on the subject. There’s a lot of stuff you can be reading and there are a lot of documentaries on transgendered people and transgendered c***dren on-line as well. There are several good items on You Tube if you want to look them up. There’s a lot more information out there than you might think.”
“I was watching something the other day on You Tube you might be interested in Jackie.” Sarah volunteered. “It was a couple of interviews with a young German girl who’s transgendered. She’s a singer and apparently one of the youngest ever people to undergo gender reassignment surgery. I can’t remember her name though.”
“She’s called Kim Petras Sarah.” Daniela told her. “She’s a very pretty and talented teenager. She’s quite a media hit in Germany and on-line. I know a bit about her. Apparently she’s insisted from the age of two that she was a girl and she’s more or less been brought up that way. She was counselled by a Dr Bernd Meyenberger at Frankfurt University who’s a close associate of Dr Marcie.”
“She seems very bright.” Sarah noted.
“Oh she is. She speaks fantastic English and she’s a gifted musician. There’re no flies on that girl! She had her first recording contract by the time she was f******n which is more than I managed to do!”
“And this boy.... I mean this girl.... oh hell how do you describe them...” Jacqueline petered out in confusion.
“You should refer to them as the gender and grammatical person appropriate to the gender they identify as Jackie.” Daniela told her. “Thus correctly Kim Petras is a girl regardless of her assigned gender at birth.”
“Ok then... this girl.... you say she was raised as a girl?”
“Yes at her own insistence apparently. I think her parents resisted the notion to begin with but they were faced with a very determined c***d and a clear cut case of transgender.”
“And they let her dress as a girl and everything?”
“Once they had accepted her condition yes.”
“But won’t it become noticeable that she’s not a girl when she grows up?”
“I doubt it Jackie. She’s a teenager now and there is absolutely no difference on the outside between her and any other very pretty teenage girl. Obviously she’s had surgery to reassign her genitalia and she continues to take female hormones to maintain her feminine appearance but you certainly couldn’t tell her from any other very girly girl. She was lucky in that she made the transition very young. It’s much easier to make the transition successfully if you begin before puberty leaves you with body changes that you’re stuck with and might require major cosmetic surgery to correct. Kim was lucky to have supportive parents and a progressive doctor.”
“But don’t other k**s at school pick on c***dren like that.”
“Of course they do.... some of them. There are bullies in every school sadly. A lot of k**s are actually a lot more tolerant than many grown ups are or give them credit for on the other hand. A transgendered c***d has to have certain special requirements at school naturally. That might mean some arrangements for the use of toilets or changing facilities and a considerable degree of understanding by the teachers and staff. Handled correctly there is no reason why a transgendered c***d should stand out too much. At least they shouldn’t stand out as long as they are in the gender role they feel they belong to. A k** who is f***ed to be the wrong gender is going to stand out like a sore thumb and attract all sorts of unwanted attention.”
Jacqueline nodded. “Well that’s been the problem so far with Chrissie.”
“Well then you’ve already been down that route. Perhaps if Chrissie had simply gone to school as a girl then she might simply have blended in and been accepted.”
“The school authorities would have to be very cooperative though wouldn’t they?”
“Oh yes but you’ll have an ally on that one Jackie. My daughter Elizabeth is coming to live with us here in Switzerland.”
“Yes Sarah told me.”
“Well Lizzie’s a year older or perhaps a bit more than your Chrissie and I have to place her in school as well. They’ll both be starting in a new primary school so you and I can go along and tackle the school together. If the school isn’t ok with your Chrissie then I shan’t be placing my daughter there either. After all she is the daughter of a gay woman and, not only that, she is the daughter of a publicly well known gay woman. I shall require very firm assurances from the school that my daughter’s safety and privacy are assured.”
“Do you think she might be bullied?”
“Oh no. Elizabeth is a pretty strong minded girl Jackie. Anybody who tries to bully her does so at their own peril. I’m more concerned about unwanted media attention and all the nuts that come with the price of fame.”
“Yes I can see why you would be concerned there.”
“Well then I need a school which is not only tolerant but also prepared to make special provisions to assure my c***d’s safety. In some respects then we have similar needs Jackie. We’ll go along to the school together. If they don’t satisfy us that our k**s’ special needs are going to be met then we’ll find somewhere else and it’ll be their loss because our k**s are something special!”
“Oh God! Would you do that? I mean would you help me find somewhere for Chrissie?”
“Certainly. We can help each other in many ways Jackie. We’re two families. All of us are going to need the inevitable babysitters and so on with our working obligations. I think we can support each other in all sorts of ways. There’s another thing too. You say that Chrissie has never made any friends. Well I can say for certain that there is one person who will befriend her. Elizabeth is very precocious and she’s perfectly aware of the meaning of transgender. It wouldn’t worry her for a second. She naturally takes more vulnerable k**s under her wing. It’s her nature. She’s always popular at school and something of an opinion leader. If I ask her to look after your Chrissie then it’ll be a very brave bully (and there is no such thing) that gives your Chrissie a hard time. Lizzie would eat them for breakfast and then dance on the bones! She hates bullies with a passion.”
“You mean your daughter would accept Chrissie for what he is?”
“I’d be prepared to bet money on it! My daughter has a gay mother and she’s been brought up to be tolerant and to understand how cruel people can be to those that are different. I think she’ll empathise and bond with your daughter immediately.”
“Oh God! That would be wonderful. Poor Chrissie’s never been able to make friends properly.”
“I think she’s not the only one who needs some friends Jackie. I think you could do with some friends as well.”
Jacqueline nodded solemnly. “You’re not wrong there Danny. It seems like it’s been me and Chrissie against the world for a long time.”
“Well that must change Jackie.” Daniela glanced at the clock. “Look before it gets any later let me try and phone Doc Marcie and see about that appointment.”
Daniela rose to walk across the room to take the house phone and, after looking up the number on her mobile, dialled. Sarah poured some more coffee out for Jacqueline. “Whereabouts are you living now then Jackie?” she asked.
“We’ve got a little flat in Lisighaus Sarah but it’s a bit too small for us I’m afraid. I looked at a ground floor flat in one of those newer houses in Schwendi the other day which would be better. The rent’s a bit more expensive but if I’m working we should be able to cope.”
“Schwendi huh? We’d almost be neighbours!”
“Yes it’s just around the hillside.”
An idea suddenly came to Sarah. “Hey if you’re thinking of moving over to Schwendi there’s a little cottage you might be interested in there.”
“Really?”
“Yes it belongs to my boss and her girlfriend at the Hotel Toggenburg. They’ve used it previously as housing for the hotel’s foreign staff in the winter season but Elke told me that they didn’t need it as staff housing this winter. She was talking about renting it out for skiing parties.”
Jacqueline frowned. “It sounds like it might be beyond my budget Sarah. I mean she could probably charge far more to tourists.”
“Not necessarily. She might be quite interested in having a longer term tenant with a reliable source of income. I don’t think she’d put the rent astronomically high. She’s a good friend of ours and I think she’d be sympathetic. It’s worth trying in any case. It’s a lovely little cottage. I think you’ll like it.”
“Well I could take a look certainly. I suppose there’s no harm in asking.”
“Great. I’ll take you over to the hotel and introduce you.”
“What about school and all that? I mean Schwendi’s nice but it’s a bit out of the way. The nearest primary school is in Wildhaus.”
“Well it looks like both Chrissie and Elizabeth will be attending the same school Jackie so we can share the school runs if you like. Failing that there’s a little mini bus that picks up the k**s from the outlying farms and hamlets for school during term time.”
“Oh that’ll be handy. Does Schwendi get cut off much when it snows?”
“Only rarely. They keep the road down to Unterwasser pretty clear in the winter. We’re not St Moritz or Davos here but this is a winter ski resort and the valley’s well geared up to deal with snow in the winter.”
It seemed as if Daniela had succeeded in reaching the clinic in Zurich for she suddenly spoke into the phone. “Oh hello. This is Daniela Devin speaking. I was wondering if Doctor Poillette is available. I mean is she busy at the moment? I can call back later if you wish... Oh really? Well may I speak to her please? Thank you.” After a short pause Daniela was connected. “Hi Marcie! Danny Devin here. How are you keeping?” There followed a couple of minutes of exchanged courtesies before Daniela came to the point of her call. “Listen Marcie I need a favour. Do you have any slots available for consultations over the next couple of weeks or so? I know you’re very busy but there’s someone I’d like you to see if you can fit them in.... What’s that? ... Oh well she’s a lady who’s a friend of mine with a young trans girl about eight years old.... Sorry... oh yes I think so....Well obviously that’s up to you to decide professionally but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a clearer case.... Oh could you? You’re a sweetheart!... Yes I think that will be fine. I’ll have to ask of course but I don’t think there’ll be any problem. Thank you very much Marcie. I do appreciate it.” There were a few more formalities before Daniela replaced the handset in triumph and turned to Jacqueline. “Sorted! You and Chrissie have an appointment with Doctor Poillette next Wednesday Jackie if that’s alright with you.”
“Of course it is! Thank you so much Danny! I don’t know how to thank you enough.”
“Please don’t mention it. It’s my pleasure.”
“How do I find this clinic?”
“Ah well I was about to come to that. I have to spend most of next week in Zurich myself rehearsing with the band so you and Chrissie could drive through with me if you like and I can drop you off at the clinic and pick you up later somewhere.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Sarah interposed. “If you’re going to be practising all day Danny, then Jackie will be left to her own devices, with a young c***d, in Zurich for the day. If I drive you both through then I can spend the time with Jackie until you’re finished. I need to go to town in any case to buy some things for Elizabeth’s room. I was going to go to Winterthur but I can just as easily find what I need in Zurich and it’ll be company for Jackie. I should imagine it’ll be quite a difficult day for her and she might need someone to hold her hand.”
Daniela smiled in agreement. “I think that’s a fine idea Sarah.”
Jacqueline looked overwhelmed. “Oh really! I can’t ask the two of you to go to so much trouble.”
“Nonsense!” declared Sarah firmly. “It will be a pleasure.” She turned to Daniela. “While you were on the phone Danny Jackie was saying she’s looking for a new place for her and Chrissie. I thought about that little cottage of Elke and Angelica’s.”
Daniela beamed hugely. “Brilliant! That would be perfect. You’re a genius Sarah!”
“Well we’ll have to talk with Elke and Angelica.”
“They’ll go for it I’m sure. The bl**dy place has been stood empty since spring! I’m sure we can negotiate a reasonable rent and if Jackie wants to earn a little extra cash I’m sure Elke can always do with extra help in the hotel on occasion, assuming Jackie’s not too busy in the pub and we’re available for babysitting. I mean it’s only a couple of minutes away.”
Jacqueline shook her head in bewilderment. “Why are you two doing all this for me?” she asked in confusion.
“Because we care Jackie!” Daniela told her. “I think your story and Chrissie’s has touched our hearts. It sounds as if you’ve had too many bad breaks. I think you deserve better.”
“Yes.” agreed Sarah. “It’s our pleasure to help out. That’s what friends are for. I know we’ve only just met but I’d like you to consider yourself our friend. If you like I can take you around to meet Elke early this evening. Are you doing anything for the rest of the day?”
Jacqueline shook her head. “I didn’t have any specific plans no.”
“Well them why don’t you stay for dinner and we can drive over to the hotel afterwards and I’ll introduce you. There’s another person we want you to meet as well. Our friend Nicole is coming over sometime or other.” Sarah glanced at the clock with a frown. “I don’t know where the hell she’s got to though. She was supposed to be here by now. She’s going to be working at the pub as well. I’ll give her a ring in a few minutes and see what’s keeping her. Anyway, how about it?”
“Thank you Sarah. I would love to stay for dinner if it’s not too much trouble.”
“None at all!” Sarah rose to clear the coffee cups and pot away. “I’ll take these back to the kitchen unless anybody wants more coffee.”
“Why don’t you break out a bottle of wine Sarah?” suggested Daniela.
“Ok, Would you like a glass of wine Jackie?”
“Well perhaps just the one glass Sarah. I’d best not drink more than that because I’m driving.”
“If you’re staying for dinner one glass won’t hurt you.”
“Are you cooking Sarah?” asked Daniela.
“Well something simple perhaps. I’ll have a look and see what we’ve got in. I’d best wait until I find out what Nicky’s doing before I make a decision though. She might need feeding as well; and Charlie too, come to that! It would be just like the pair of them to forget to eat!”
In the kitchen Sarah discovered a domestic crisis in progress. Chrissie, it appeared, had contrived to adorn himself with a substantial proportion of his blueberry tart and ice cream. Elrika was frantically endeavouring to repair the damage with a couple of tea towels and a notable lack of success. Sarah laughed and marched the penitent young c***d back into the living room to confront his mother; her mother, Sarah corrected herself. Jacqueline stared at him in astonishment. Chrissie was normally fastidiously delicate and careful while eating. “Chrissie!” she exclaimed. “What the hell have you been doing? Look at the state of you!”
Sarah was embarrassed and apologetic. “It wasn’t Chrissie’s fault Jackie.” she explained. “I’m sorry but one of our cats is to blame. Lady Gaga decided that Chrissie couldn’t possibly be expected to eat all that ice cream without help and so she jumped up to render assistance and managed only to knock the whole bowl all over Chrissie. I am sorry Jackie. I’ve banished Lady out into the garden as punishment.”
Jacqueline groaned. “Oh God! And after all the trouble I went to dress him up nicely today! Who’d be a mother? I’ve got nothing with me to change him into either.”
Daniela laughed. “Well since it’s one of our moggies who’s responsible Jackie we’ll certainly pay for the cleaning.”
Jacqueline waved a hand dismissively. “Oh please. There’s no need. I’ll just shove his clothes in the washer at home. Maybe I’d better pop back home and get him some clean clothes though. He can’t stay for dinner in that state!”
Daniela rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Er I might have some clean clothes here that would fit Chrissie Jackie.”
Jacqueline looked surprised. “You have k**s’ clothes?”
“Oh yes. I always have clothes for the occasions my daughter visits from America. I bought her loads of stuff when she was here last year and there was too much for her to carry back home. She’ll have outgrown most of it by now but it should still fit Chrissie.”
Jacqueline looked uncertain. “You mean... girl’s clothes?”
“Well yes although there are some T-shirts and jeans and things that a boy might wear but...” Daniela hesitated coyly. “But why not let Chrissie wear something a bit girly?”
Jacqueline bit her lip in uncertainty. “I... I don’t know... I mean do you think it would be alright?”
Chrissie intervened decisively. The little c***d’s eyes lit up in hope. “Can I wear some girl’s clothes mam? Please mam?”
Jacqueline surrendered with reservations. “Well alright if Miss Devin here has something er... suitable.”
Daniela jumped up enthusiastically. “Oh I’m sure we can do that! Come with me Chrissie and let’s see what we can find!” Sarah hid a smile. She guessed that Daniela had been dying to put some girl’s clothes on Chrissie. “Why don’t you go and break out that wine you promised us Sarah?” Daniela continued. “You and Jackie can have a drink while Chrissie and I have a rummage about in the wardrobe?” She grasped Chrissie’s hand and led the c***d eagerly upstairs.
Jacqueline watched them go with a haunted look on her face. “Oh God! I hope I’m doing the right thing.” she murmured. “Do you think she’s going to dress Chrissie up in something really girly Sarah?”
Sarah pulled a face. “I’d say there was a pretty good chance of it Jackie! Danny loves dressing people up. She got me to dress up like a girl after all and that took some doing! Before I met Danny I think I could have counted the number of times I wore a dress since I left school on the fingers of one hand. These days if I can get away with pulling a pair of jeans on for one day it’s a result!”
Jacqueline laughed. If she were to have any misgivings then Sarah was just the person to ameliorate them. Jacqueline was quite taken by the beautiful, warm hearted and sensible girl. In fact Jacqueline felt more at ease than she had in many a long day. She had felt somewhat intimidated at the prospect of being interviewed by the famous Daniela Devin but Daniela’s gentle charm had quite disarmed her and Sarah’s natural friendliness had completely won her over. She’d come looking for a job and found friendship and support where she had least expected it. Jacqueline felt her life had reached a turning point. She hadn’t had the best of luck the last few years. Maybe that was about to change.
Sarah picked up her mobile phone. “I’d better give Nicky a buzz.” she remarked before keying the number. When Nicole answered Sarah was in the mood to give her a piece of her mind. “Where the bl**dy hell are you?” she demanded indignantly. “The lady that’s going to be working at the pub is here to meet you and you should have been here ages ago!”
“Sorry Foxy. We’re just on our way. We lost track of the time.”
“Well get your arses over here pronto! It’s rude to keep the lady waiting.”
“We’re on our way. See you soon.”
“Wait a minute Nicky. Have you and Charlie eaten yet?”
“No not yet. Why?”
“Well do you want to stop for tea? I’m just about to start preparing for Danny, myself and our guests. I can just as easily cook for you and Charlie as well.”
“That’d be great Sarah. I’ve got nothing in the house. Charlie and I were going to eat out.”
“Ok then I’ll see if I can rustle up a couple of extra stale crusts for you two. See you when you get here.” Sarah signed off and turned to Jacqueline. “I’m sorry about that Jackie. It’s too bad of Nicole not to be here on time. She’s a lovely girl but she can be a right s**tterbrain sometimes!”
“Please it’s nothing. Listen, if you’re about to start preparing food, could you do with some help?”
“Oh there’s no need really.”
“But I’d love to help Sarah. I can’t let you start to cook for six people without any help. I’m a dab hand in a kitchen anyway.”
Sarah grinned. “Well ok come along then. At least we can have a glass of wine in the kitchen while I run through an inventory of my food stocks.”
Daniela found the pair of them in the kitchen a few minutes later; gossiping away with Elrika over a glass of wine as if they’d known each other for years. It was a touchingly domestic scene. Sarah was rummaging about in the cupboards looking for spices with a frown having extracted a couple of packs of chicken breasts from the fridge. Jacqueline had borrowed a pinafore and was sat at the kitchen table peeling potatoes while Elrika was washing a head of lettuce in the sink. Daniela grinned and, with the air of a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, she gently ushered Chrissie through the door. Sarah stopped what she was doing and gaped in astonishment. Chrissie was smiling shyly but her eyes were radiant with happiness even while she seemed a little apprehensive about her mother’s reaction. Daniela had found her a beautiful pale pink ruffled dress and even a pair of girly slippers to match. She’d tied the dress at the waist with a bright pink sash and she’d found a string of red and white beads and a matching wrist bangle to accessorise the outfit. She’d even fixed Chrissie’s hair and adorned it with a ribbon and an artificial rose. The result was astonishing. Any doubt that Sarah might have retained concerning Daniela’s diagnosis of Chrissie’s gender identity vanished instantly. Chrissie was transformed. The awkward, uncomfortable and unhappy little boy had disappeared to be replaced by a happy and extraordinarily pretty little girl completely at home in her best party frock. “Well what do you think?” asked Daniela, delighted with the affect her transformation had produced on the company.
“Why you’re beautiful!” Sarah told Chrissie in wonderment. “You look just lovely!”
Jacqueline shook her head in amazement. “My word!” she breathed at last. “I... I don’t believe it! You’re so pretty Chrissie!” Chrissie grinned in sheer happiness as her mother so complemented her.
Possibly the funniest reaction came from Elrika. She nodded with satisfaction. “Ja! That’s better.” She declared firmly. “She looks very pretty Fraulein. She looks a lot nicer when you let her wear a dress.” Daniela, Sarah and Jacqueline exchanged glances and suppressed their smiles. It was evident that Elrika had taken Chrissie for a girl all along whose mother had inexplicably dressed up as a boy!
Chrissie dashed to her mother. “Do I really look pretty mam?” she asked excitedly.
Jacqueline stared at her newly transformed c***d and Sarah could see that she was fighting the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. It was rare these days to see Chrissie looking so happy. It almost broke her heart. Jacqueline reached out and stroked Chrissie’s hair fondly. “Yes. Yes you do.”
Chrissie span around joyfully. “Can I wear this at home mam?” she asked hopefully.
Jacqueline fingered the material of the little dress uncertainly. “Well it doesn’t really belong to us Chrissie.” she told her. “Danny just leant us it for the afternoon honey and make sure you look after it because it’s an expensive dress.”
“Oh she can have it Jackie.” Daniela told her. “It’s too small for Lizzie now in any case. In fact I’ve got a lot of stuff Chrissie can have. Lizzie’s grown out of most of them and there’s no point in them gathering dust in the wardrobes.”
“Oh really Danny...” Jacqueline protested. “I can’t accept that!”
“Of course you can! Elizabeth doesn’t need the stuff any more and I’ve got the feeling that Chrissie is going to need a new wardrobe!”
I... I don’t know how to thank you.”
Daniela smiled warmly. “The look in Chrissie’s eyes when she saw that dress is all the thanks I need Jackie. It’s an old party dress of Elizabeth’s and Chrissie fell in love with it as soon as she saw it. So I thought we’d make this a little party day for Chrissie. Doesn’t she look nice?”
“Yes.... yes he...I mean she does. I... I hardly recognised...” Jacqueline stumbled over the object pronoun, “her.” Chrissie grinned from ear to ear to hear her gender so acknowledged by her mother. It made her happiness complete.
A noise from the front of the house caught Sarah’s attention. “Ah that sounds like Nicky and Charlie at last. I’ll go tell them we’re in the kitchen.” A few seconds later Sarah ushered Nicole and Charmaine in and introduced them. “Jackie this is Danny’s new bass player Charmaine; we call her Charlie, and this is Nicole, our friend and Charlie’s girlfriend. Nicky will be working with you at the pub.”
Jacqueline held out her hand politely. “I’m pleased to meet you ladies.”
Charmaine took the proffered hand. “We’re pleased to meet you too.” Her eyes drifted to the pretty little girl hiding behind her mother. “And who’s this little princess then?”
Sarah stepped in smoothly. “This is Jackie’s daughter Charlie. This is Christine!”


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Christine besitzt mich Part 1-4

Gefunden in den unendlichen Weiten des WehWehWeh.
Geschichte über starke-große-muskulöse Frau(en) und kleine-schwache Männer, zum Teil mehr oder weniger Brutal und somit nicht für jeden gedacht (Walküre).


Christine besitzt mich Part 1

Ich saß an der Bar und genoss einen Rum mit Cola um die Zeit bis zum Film im nächsten Kino rumzukriegen als Sie rein kam.
Sie besaß eine gewisse Ausstrahlung als sie selbstsicher zur Bar ging und sich neben mich saß.
Sie war ungefähr 1,67 m groß hatte schulterlanges blondes Haar und grüne Augen.
An hatte Sie ein grünes Kleid mit langen Ärmeln.
Ich hatte sie schon mal in der Bar gesehen, aber es war das erste Mal das Sie so nah bei mir saß.

Zum Zeichen das ich mir ihrer Gegenwart bewusst war, lächelte ich und nickte ihr zu.
Sie lächelte zurück und es war das schönste Lächeln das ich je gesehen hatte.
Sie bestellte sich einen Cosmopolitan und sagte dem Barmann,
dass sie wartete bis ihr Film anfinge.
Ich bemerkte, dass ich auch hier war um einen Film zu gucken
und welchen Sie sich anschauen würde.

Der Zufall wollte es das Sie auf den gleichen Film wartete.
Sie sagte dass ihr Name Christine war und sie in der Gegend wohnte.
Sie hatte ein Hotelzimmer über das Wochenende und wollte den Film schon seit einiger Zeit sehen.
Ich frage ob wir den Film nicht zusammen anschauen wollten, und Sie willigte sofort ein.
Sie fragte ob wir noch kurz in ihr Hotelzimmer könnten dann würde sie sich noch schnell umziehen.

Ich fuhr Sie zu ihrem Hotel, und sie bestand darauf dass ich mit hoch kam
während sie sich umzog.
Das Hotelzimmer war wie eine Wohnung eingerichtet
mit einem extra Schlafzimmer im welchen sie für den Kleiderwechsel verschwand.
Ich wartete im Vorzimmer und nach ein paar Momenten war sie zurück.
Ich hatte Christine bei anderen Gelegenheiten gesehen
aber ihre Kleidung hatten immer ihre Arme und Beine bedeckt.
Sie war ungefähr 70 Kilo schwer mit netten Waden,
aber als sie aus dem Schlafzimmer kam fiel mir die Kienlatte runter.
Sie trug eine enge Bluse mit kurzen Hosen und Turnschuhe.
Ihr Körper war unglaublich und leicht gebräunt.
Obwohl sie nicht übermäßig muskulös war, könnte ich sagen,das sie in unglaublicher Form war.
Ihr Bizeps erschien größer als normal und wenn sie ihre Arme bewegte,
können man die darunter liegenden Muskel gut sehen.
Ihre Brüste waren von normaler Größe und ihr Bauch war schön flach.
Man konnte ganz leicht ihre Bauchmuskeln unter der Bluse erkennen.
Ihre Beine waren wirklich Bemerkenswert.
Sie hatten Masse aber ohne dass sie so muskulös wie ihre Arme aussahen.
Aber man sah ihnen sofort an, wie viel Power diese Beine haben mussten.
Christine hatte keinen Körperbau eines Bodybuilder, aber es war offensichtlich wie
extrem stark sie war und über welche Power sie verfügte.
Dabei büßte Sie nichts von ihrer Weiblichkeit ein.
Als ich mir darüber klar wurde das ich sie anglotze wurde ich verlegen.
Aber Christine gab mir ein weites wunderschönes Lächeln und sagte sie wäre fertig zum Gehen.
Ich drehte mich um und ging zur Tür.

Als ich den Türgriff berührt spurt ich Christines Hand auf meiner Schulter.
Ihr Griff war fest und die Berührung überraschte mich.
Sie zog mich zurück, trat mir gleichzeitig in die Kniekehlen, so dass ich auf meine Knie fiel.
Sie drückt meine Schulter weiter runter bis ich auf meinen Knöcheln saß.
Christine umklammerte meinen Rücken, um mich am Aufstehen zu hindern.
Als ich noch versuchte zu verstehen was passierte, legte sich ihr rechter Arm um meinen Hals,
womit ich in einem perfekten Slepperhold steckte.

Ich griff mit beiden Händen nach ihrem rechten Arm um ihn von meinen Hals zu lösen.
Ich konnte die Power in Christien's Arm spüren und merkte, dass ich in Schwierigkeiten war,
als sich ihr Arm kaum noch bewegen lies.
Ich konnte ihren Griff nur leicht lösen und die Auswirkungen der Umklammerung
begannen meine Sicht zu verdunkeln.
Mit ihrer linken Hand ergriff Christine meinen linken Arm
und klemmte ihn zwischen meinen Rücken und ihren Bauch ein.
Sie schlang ihre Beine mit mäßigem Druck um meine Hüfte,
während Sie den Druck auf den sl**perhold erhöhte.

Sie flüstre in mein Ohr das sie mich in der Bar gesehen hatte und sich von mir angezogen fühlte.
Sie hatte darauf gewartet, dass ich den ersten Schritt mache,
und als ich das nicht tat entschied sie die Dinge selbst in die Hand zu nehmen.

Ich versuchte mich aus ihrem Griff zu lösen aber ihr Griff war fest und ihre Kraft war unglaublich.
Sie sagte das ich nun ihr sei, und es gab nichts was ich dagegen tun konnte.
Sie flüsterte mir ins Ohr das, wenn sie mit mir fertig war,
ich alle anderen Frauen vergessen und nur noch an sie denken könnte. Ich gehörte jetzt ihr.
Sie erhöhten den Druck auf den sl**perhold und den ihrer Beine
und alles um mich herum wurde Dunkel.

Christine besitzt mich Part 2

Als ich aufwachte war ich noch immer in Christines Hotelzimmer.
Ich saß auf dem Boden mit dem Rücken zum Sofa.
Meine Hände waren mir auf den Rücken gebunden.
Christine saß auf einen Stuhl mir gegenüber und beobachtete mich.
Als sie sah dass ich erwachte lächelte sie und sagte Willkommen zurück.
Ich fragte was zu Hölle los war und das sie mich losbinden sollte.
Christine sagte mir, dass sie mich bald losscheiden werde wenn sie mir erklärt hatte was los war.
Sie sagte sie hatte mich an der Bar gesehen und mitbekommen wie ich dem weiblichen Barkeeper
gesagte hatte das es meine Fantasy sei von einer Frau physisch Kontrolliert zu werden.
Christine sagte, dass sie von diesen Gedanken fasziniert war

und sich fragte wie es war einen Mann Körperlich überlegen zu sein.

Sie trainierte mit einem privaten Trainer seit einige Zeit der von ihrer Kraft beeindruckt war.
Wie ich später erfuhr hatte er gesagt, dass sie die von Natur aus stärkste Frau war,
die er je trainiert hatte.
Er erzählte mir wie die Typen sie anstarrten
wenn sie ihre Routine beim Gewichtheben absolvierte.
Christine sagte das sie das Gewichtheben
sogar noch verstärkte als seit sie von meiner Fantasy wusste,
welche sie unbedingt erfüllen wollte.
Sie tauchte regelmäßig in der Bar auf um sicher zu sein,
das ich keine andere Beziehung hatte bevor sie physisch bereit war.

Nach ein paar Monaten fühlte sie sich bereit und traf mich an der Bar.
Als sie mit mir auf das Hotelzimmer ging wollte sich mich mit meiner Fantasy
konfrontierten um zu sehen wie ich reagierten würde.
Als sie sich umgezogen hatte und sah wie ich zur Tür ging
entschied sie die Dinge selbst in die Hand zu nehmen.
Sie packte mich von Hinten und konnte es nicht glauben wie einfach es für sie war
mich zu überwältigen und meinen Körper unter Kontrolle zu bringen.

Christine liebte das Gefühl als ich mich gegen Sie werte,
im Klaren darüber was für einen Ärger es geben würde wenn ich es schaffte.
Als ich am Boden und fixiert war konnte sie nicht anders und sagte mir
wie sich mein Leben jetzt ändern würde.
Als sie merkte wie sehr es sie erregt hatte mich zu Boden zu kämpfen,
wusste sie dass sich ihr Leben verändert hatte.
Das Gefühl wie ich mich gegen ihren Griff werte und es nicht schaffte mich zu befreien
zeigte ihr wie stark sie wirklich war.

Was sie nicht erwartet hatte waren die starken Sexuellen Gefühle die über sie kamen.
Sie wollte nicht das dieses Gefühl aufhörte und sie wusste, jetzt hiss es alle oder nichts.
Deswegen knockte sie mich aus und fesselte mich.
Sie hoffte dass ich die Idee von einer Frau überwältigt zu werden wirklich möchte
und das es nicht nur Gerede mit der Bardame war.

Ich sagte ihr ärgerlich dass ein Angriff von hinten nicht Das war,
was ich gemeint hätte als ich mit der Kellnerin geredet hatte.
Ich sagte Christin weiter, dass ich kein Interesse daran hatte
dies mit einer Fremden zu machen, egal wie hübsch sie war.

Sie sah mich an und fragte ob ich wirklich meine dass sie hübsch sei?
Ich sagte ihr dass ich sie attraktive fand, die Situation aber nicht dem entsprach,
wie ich eine Beziehung beginnen wollte.
Christine erinnerte mich an meinen Wunsch physisch dominiert zu werden
und das war nur ein Teil davon.

Ich sagte ich wolle erst jemanden kennenlernen, ein richtiges Date haben.
Christine sagte das wäre okay bei einer normalen Beziehung, aber dies war nicht normal.
Für so etwas war es zu spät.
Sie sagte sie hätte eine Line überschritte als sie mich angriff.
Und sie war von diesem Gefühl überwältigt.
Sie wollte das nicht aufgeben und sie wollte mehr von diesem Gefühl.
Die Tatsache dass ich passiv dabei saß als sie das sagte zeigte ihr dass ich auch etwas fühlte.
Ich sagte ihr wieder dass sie mich losbinden solle und das dies ein Fehler war.
Christine ignorierte was ich sagte und fragte ob meine Fantasy Wahr waren oder nicht.

Als ich nicht antwortete erhob sie sich vom Stuhl und kam zu mir.
Sie setzte sich hinter mich und legte ihre Beine über meine Schultern.
Sanft legte sie meinen Kopf in ihren Schoss und legte ihre Beine um meinen Hals.
Sie lehnte sich über mich und guckte mir direkt in die Augen.
Sie sagte, dass ich dies genauso Genieß würde wie sie, vielleicht sogar noch etwas mehr.

Ihre grünen Augen waren hypnotisch und ich gestand ihr dass sie Rechte hatte.
Ich hatte auch Gefühle von denen ich dachte sie niemals zu fühlen.
Sie sah mir weiter in die Augen und ich konnte nicht aufhören zu reden.
Ich gestand Christine dass sie, als sie mich von hinten Angriff,
die totale Kontrolle über mich hatte und das ich nicht dagegen tun konnte.

Ich erwähnte dass sie mir bei einem Kampf vom Angesicht zu Angesicht
einen guten Kampf bieten würde, ich aber am Ende triumphieren würde.
Christine lächelte und sagte sie hatte gehofft dass ich das sagen würde.


Ihr Vorschlag für mich war ein "best of three" Wrestling Konntest.
Sie würde mich losbinden nachdem Sie die Regeln erklärt hatte
und ich musste dann eine Endscheidung fällen.

Ich konnte bleiben und mit Christin ringen oder aus der Tür gehen und sie nie wieder sehen.
Christine sagte wenn ich mich entscheiden würde zu bleiben,
würde sie mich weiter sehen wollen egal wie das Ringen ausgehen würde.
Sie fügte auch hinzu das wir beide fremde Gefilde betreten würden,
welche unser Leben für immer ändern könnten.

In meinem Kopf drehte sich alles und das war mehr als ein Effekt
von Christins festen Schenkeln, in dem mein Kopf festsaß.
Diese Frau konnte mich lesen wie ein Buch und seit ihrem Überraschungsangriff
schien Sie mir immer einen Schritt voraus zu sein.
Ich wollte mit ihr Ringen, aber Zuzustimmen bedeutete jegliche Kontrolle abzugeben.
Ihre früheren Worte lagen mir in den Ohren, dass ich ihr gehören würde
und dass ich an anderen Frauen kein Interesse mehr haben würde.
Konnte Sie das wirklich tun?

Sie war in der Lage mich auszuknocken mich zu fesseln
und jetzt steckte mein Kopf zwischen Ihren Schenkeln.
Dazu gezwungen Ihr in die grünen Augen zu gucken.
Vielleicht hatte sie das Ganze schon gewonnen und ich unterlag bereits ihrer Power.
Die einzige Möglichkeit das rauszufinden war ja zu sagen.
Wenn ich gegen Christine verlieren würde,
wären meine Fantasien dann erfüllt und würde sie mich noch als Mann sehen?
Und wieder lass Christine meine Gedanken und sagte, dass eine Niederlage mich in ihren Augen
nicht weniger zu Mann werden ließ.
Sie fand es erfrischen einen Mann zu begegnen
der sich von einer starken Frau nicht bedroht fühlte.

Christine war unglaublich. Sie beseitigte alle meine Ängste während sie mich in einer Position
hatte in der Sie mein Leben mit nur wenig Aufwand beenden konnte.
Ich genoss die Kontrolle die sie über mich hatte.
Ich sagte Christin das ich mich sorgte was passieren würde wenn ich das ringen gewinne.
Das ich das Gefühl von Ihr Kontrolliert zu werden, welches ich im Moment hatte, verlieren würde.
Sie sagte ich solle mich darüber nicht sorgen.
Sie glaubte an eine Beziehung zwischen uns egal was passieren würde.

Ich hatte keine Wahl und willigte letzten endlich ein, worauf ihr Lächeln noch größer wurde.
Christine sagte sie würde die starke Frau sein,
von der ich immer geträumt und in meinem Leben gesucht hatte.
Sie war davon überzeugt dass sie nicht nur die Fähigkeit hatte mich Physisch zu bezwingen
sondern auch sexuell und mental.

Bevor ich etwas zu ihren sexy Kommentaren sagen konnte,
legte sie beide Hände an die Seiten meines Gesichtes und lehnte sich runter um mich zu küssen.
Sie küsste mich auf die Lippen, dann spannte sie ihre Schenkel und knockte mich ein zweites Mal aus.

Christine besitzt mich Part 3

Als ich das zweite Mal erwachte war ich immer noch in Christins Hotelzimmer.
Als sich der Nebel in meinen Kopf lichtete, merkte ich dass ich auf dem Boden lag.
Ich konnte sehen dass alle Möbel an die Wände des Raums geräumt waren,
so dass sich ein großer freier Platz in der Mitte ergab.
Ich lag auf meinen Rücken, unter mir die Decken aus dem Bett vom Schlafzimmer.
Christine saß neben mir, mein Kopf ruhte in ihrem Schoss.

Ich musste mehr als nur ein paar Minuten weg gewesen sein,
damit sie all das machen konnte.
Als ich in Ihr Gesicht guckte strich sie mir sanft das Haar aus der Stirn,
legte eine Hand auf meine Stirn und hielt so meinen Kopf fest.
Sobald sich unsere Augen gefunden hatten erwiderte sie meinen Blick
mit einen wunderschönen Lächeln.

Ich bemerkte, dass Christine kein Makeup benutzte.
Ihre Schönheit war ganz natürlich.
Mit diesem Lächeln und den fesselnden grünen Augen
konnte ich meinen Blick einfach nicht abwenden.

Ich bemerkte auch, dass meine Hände nicht mehr gefesselt waren,
aber als ich versuchte mich aufzurichten drückte mich Christine zu Boden.
Mit Ihren Händen drückte sie meinen Kopf in Ihren Schoss,
mit ihrem linken Bein und rechten Bein drückte sie meine Hände an meinen Körper.
Ich konnte nur meine Beine bewegen aber das war nutzlos.
Jeder Versuch zu entkommen wurde durch Christines Beine verhindert
welche meinen Körper fest im Griff hatten.
Ich konnte die Kraft ihrer Beine spüren und fühlte jeden ihrer harten Muskeln
wenn ich versucht mich zu befreien.

Sie legte ihren Finger auf meine Lippen und sagte schhhhh entspann dich für einen Moment.
Ich habe dich fest unter Kontrolle du gehst nirgends wo hin.
Glaub mir, spar dir die Kraft du wirst du brauchen.

Ich wollte ihr beweisen, dass ich mich befreien konnte
aber da war etwas in ihrer Stimme und ihren Augen das mich davon abhielt.
Diese Frau hatte mich zwei Mal ausgeknockt und hielt mich jetzt fest am Boden.
Ich folgte ihren Anweisungen mich nicht zu wehren, Sie kontrollierten mich schon physisch
aber mental soweit ich wusste noch nicht.

Ich schaute in ihre Augen und fragte sie warum sie mich ein weiteres Mal ausgeknockt hatte
als ich zugestimmt hatte mit ihr zu ringen.
Sie lächelte auf mich herab und sagte sie konnte nicht anders.
Als sie meinen Hals zwischen ihren Schenkeln fühlte und sah wie hilflos ich war,
ganz unter ihrer Kontrolle machte sie das unglaublich an.
Als sie sich zu mir runter beugte um mich zu küssen,
überkam sie ein Gefühl das sie ihre Schenkel fest an meinen Hals drückte.

Christine sagte sie wollte mich nicht ausknocken, aber mein Gesicht zu sehen
und zu wissen, dass ich hilflos war, wegen ihrer Kraft machte sie so an.
Sie sagte sie nahm sich Zeit um mich auszuknocken.
Sie genoss das Gefühl wie ich mich gegen ihre Beine werte,
wie meine Augen und mein Gesicht langsam in der Bewusstlosigkeit versanken.
Sie wollte dieses Gefühl so lange wie möglich halten und hielt mich dabei so lange wie möglich
bei Bewusstsein.

Das unglaubliche Gefühl von Kontrolle die sie über mich hatte
in dem Moment in dem ich das Bewusstsein verlor war wie ein mitreißender Orgasmus.
Sie sagte sie wusste das ich war vollkommen bewusstlos war als sich mein Körper
vollkommen entspannte und sich meine Augen schlossen.
Sie hielt den Druck noch für ein paar Sekunden aufrecht,
weil sie wusste das sie die Zeit zum herrichten des Raumes brauchte.

Als sie alle Möbel zur Seite geräumt hatte legte sie die Decken vom Bett auf den Boden.
Ich war noch immer Bewusstlos als sie fertig war.
Sie sagte ich sah so friedlich aus wie ich schlaff auf dem Boden lag
und sie fühlte sich ein klein bisschen Schuldig weil sie mich ein zweites Mal ausgeknockt hatte.

Aber sie konnte das unglaubliche Gefühl von Power nicht vergessen welches sie über mich hatte.
Sie löste meine Fesseln und legte meinen Kopf in ihren Schoss.
Christine wusste nicht wie ich reagieren würde wenn ich aufwachte
also sicherte sie meinen Körper mit ihren Beinen.
Als sie merkte dass ich mich endlich wieder rührte wusste sie dass ich wieder zu mir kam.
Sie legte ihre Hände auf meine Stirn um mich vom ausflippen abzuhalten.

Ich sagte ihr dass es mich langsam frustrierte von ihr ausgeknockt zu werden.
Sie sagte dass ich es genoss von ihr ausgeknockt zu werden,
mein Körper spannte sich als sich ihre Schenkel fester um meinen Hals schlossen.
Ich wusste das ich sie nicht aufhalten konnte, gefesselt und sie in sitzender Position über mir.
Ich wusste was passieren wurde und war eigentlich darauf vorbereitet.

Da war was an dieser Frau das die totale Kontrolle über mich hatte und mich unglaublich erregte.
Als Christine die Regeln erklärte merkte ich wie sehr sie mich anzog.
Sie war die selbstbewussteste Frau die ich je getroffen hatte.
Ich konzertierte mich auf ihre Worte als sie die Regeln erklärte.

Christine fragte ob sie nicht lieber fünf anstatt drei Kämpfe machen wollten.
Sie sagte nachdem Sie mich zweimal ausgeknockt hatte wollte sie unbedingt mehr davon.
Sie wollte das Limit nicht einfach auf zwei Runden setzen. Sie wollte mich besiegen wieder
und immer wieder und fühlen wie sich mein Körper ihrer Kontrolle beugte.

Ich sagte ihr, dass sie enttäuscht sein würde wenn sie gegen mich verlor.
Ich stimmte den fünf Runden zu und sagte ihr dass sie nicht traurig sein sollte,
wenn sie verlor.
Ich stand dem kommenden Match positiv gegenüber und Sie war eine lohnende Gegnerin.
Christine sagte dass sie sich keine Sorgen machte.
Egal wie es ausging sie wollte mich weiter sehen.

Ich fühlte genau so war aber noch nicht so weit es ihr zu sagen.

Zu den Regeln sagte Christine derjenige gewinnt der die meisten von fünf Runden gewinnt.
Der Verlierer muss zustimmen alles zu tun. Ich frage sie was sie damit meinte "alles zu tun"
und Christine sagte das ist einfach.
Der Verlierer tut alles was der Gewinner will!
Ich war mir nicht sicher was ich davon halten sollte
aber ich willigte ein da ich sicher war das ich gewinnen würde.

Christine sagte das es während des Ringens kein schlagen oder treten erlaub ist
Wenn man in einem Griff gefangen ist der einen verletzen kann,
hat man immer die Möglichkeit verbal aufzugeben.
Dann muss man die Runde erneut auf Händen und Füssen beginnen
während der andere stehen kann wie er will.
Es gibt kein Zeitlimit.
Der Verlierer klopft drei Mal auf den Boden oder verliert das Bewusstsein.
Es gibt zwischen jeder Runde eine zehn Minutenpause die startet sobald man aufgibt
oder wieder zu Besinnung kommt.

Ich erwähnte, dass Christine mich schon zwei Mal ausgeknockt hatte
und dass sie mich beim Ringen wohl auch ausknocken wollte.
Ich sagte dass sie davon besessen war mich auszuknocken.
Christine sagte dass es die absolute Unterwerfung war wenn man ohnmächtig wurde.
Man kann jeder Zeit Aufgeben und die Runde beenden.
Auch wenn dein Körper vielleicht in der Lage ist sich zu befreien
der Geist aber schon aufgegeben hat.
Oder wenn ich dich in einem Griff habe der dir die Kraft raubt, kannst du aufgeben
und neue Kräfte sammeln ohne wirklich versucht zu habe frei zu kommen.

Aber wenn du das Bewusstsein verlierst ist es die absolute Kapitulation.
Es gibt keinen Zweifel das du das Match verloren hast.
Der Gewinner hat die totale Kontrolle über deinen Körper.
Man erlaubt dir weiter zu leben oder kann ganz einfach dein Leben beenden
in dem man den Druck verstärkt aufrechterhält.

Christine sagte wenn sie nur über diese absolute Kontrolle nachdenkt wird sie ganz erregt.
Ich sagte das sie es erregt mich umzubringen.
Christine lächelte und sagte nein Dummkopf, dich auszuknocken macht mich an.
Ich würde dich niemals umbringen wollen. Es gibt so vieles was ich mit dir machen will.
Sie sagte genug geredet. Und fragte ob ich den Regen zustimmte und ich sagte lass es uns tun.
Sie beugte sich wieder über mich, gab mir einen Kuss und lies mich frei.

Auch wenn die Küsse nur kurz waren, konnte ich doch die Leidenschaft
und Intensität fühlen die von ihren Lippen ausgingen.
Mit dieser Frau zu schlafen musste die unglaublichste Erfahrung in meinem Leben sein.

Ich setzte mich hin und zog meine Schuhe aus. Ich beobachtete dabei Christine
wie sie ihre auszog. Ich nahm mir nun wirklich Zeit dafür diese Frau zu betrachten.
Nicht als wunderschöne Frau sondern als Gegnerin.
Sie hatte schulterlanges Haar wundervolle grüne Augen und ein wirklich einnehmendes Lächeln.
Als sie aufstand war ich mir sicher dass sie 1.67 groß war.
Ich war früher von 70 Kilo ausgegangen zählte nun wegen ihrer Muskeln noch einmal 5 Kilo hinzu.
Ich war 31 sie 26 Jahre alt. Ich war 1.81 groß, mit einem Gewicht von 110 Kilo.
Ich war nicht richtig dick aber auch nicht gerade in Form.
Ich glaubte dass mein Gewichtsvorteil ihren Vorteil an Kraft wegmachen würde.
Christine begab sich in die Mitte des Raums und wirkte in keiner Weise besorgt.

Obwohl sie keine Bodybuilderin war konnte man gut die subtilen Zeichen ihrer Kraft sehen.
Man konnte vage ihren Bizeps sehen als sie sich einen Pferdeschwanz band.
Als sie ihre Schuhe aussog sah ich die Muskeln ihrer Beine.
Gemessen an der Dicke ihrer Arme glaubte ich sie in diesen Punkt schlagen zu können.
Aber ihre Beine waren unglaublich.
Sie waren dick und hatten damit mehr Umfang als meine eigenen.
Im Punkto Beine war sie mir klar überlegen.
Ich wusste, dass ich mich von Ihren Beinen fernhalten musste.
Kein Wunder das sie mich zuvor so einfach ausknocken konnte.



Es gab keinen Zweifel darüber dass Christine sehr feminin war.

Aber sie hatte eine zugrunde liegende Kraft welche
leicht durch ihre natürliche Schönheit und ihr entwaffnenden Lächeln
übersehen werden konnte.
Eine "versteckten" Kraft, so das mir alle leid taten
die Christine in einer körperlicher Auseinandersetzung herausgeforderten.
Ich hatte einen Vorgeschmack von Christines Kraft bekommen aber ich war darauf eingestellt.
Ich musste vorsichtig sein jede falsche Bewegung konnte meine Niederlage bedeuten.
Sie besaß mehr Kraft als jede andere Frau die ich kannte.

Christine fing meinen Blick auf und fragte ob ich versuchte sie einzuschätzen.
Ich bejahte ihre Frage. Ich wolle herausfinden womit ich es zu tun hatte.
Christine lächelte und sagte ich solle her kommen und es herausfinden.


Christine besitzt mich Part 4

Als ich Christine gegenüber trat lächelte sie mich an.
Sie sah richtig Kraftvoll aus und schien auf alles vorbereitet.
Aber ihr Lächeln war so entwaffnend das man glaubte sie wurde niemals etwas Gewalttätiges tun.
Ich ging einen Schritt auf sie zu sie ging einen zurück.
Als ich weiter auf sie zuging bewegte sie sich so,
dass zwischen uns immer die gleiche Distanz herrschte.
Als sie den Rand des provisorischen Rings erreichte ließ sie mich aufschließen.

Als ich auf fünf Meter an ihr dran war stürzte sie sich plötzlich
mit einer überraschenden Geschwindigkeit auf mich.
Noch bevor ich Zeit hatte zu reagieren
hatte sie meinen Oberkörper mit ihren Armen umschlungen.
Ich fühlte sofort die Kraft in ihren Armen als sie ihre Arme hinter meinen Rücken verankerte.
Sie stöhnte kurz als sie mich vom Boden hob.
Christine bewegte sich vorwärts und knallte mich mit den Rücken zu Boden.
Sie verschärfte weiter den Druck ihrer Arme und fing an
mich mit ihren Beinen fest am Boden zu halten.

Ich war überrascht wie schnell sie war und das ich die Kraft ihrer Arme wohl unterschätzt hatte,
als es schwieriger wurde unter dem Druck ihrer Arme zu atmen.
Ich entspannte mich um meine Situation zu begutachten.
Ich hatte keinen richtigen Probleme den ich konnte noch atmen
wenn auch nur schwerfällig.

Christine legte den Kopf auf meine Brust und sagte,
dass sie wusste, dass sie mich noch nicht hatte.
Aber es war einfach gewesen mich zu Boden zu bringen.
Sie hoffte, dass ich es beim nächsten Mal besser machen würde.
Ich sagte Ihr dass sie sich nicht sorgen sollte.
Ich war fern vom Aufgeben und wir hatten gerade erst angefangen.

Ich drückte meine Beine runter, und rollte uns zur Seite.
Christine hielt ihren Griff, nun aber lag ich auf ihr.
Ich schob meinen Körper weiter Vorwärts um Christine so unter meine Schultern zu bekommen.
Vielleicht konnte ich ihre Griff lösen und mich von ihr wegrollen.

Sobald ich mich von Ihr weggerollt hatte war sie wenige Augenblicke später schon wieder auf mir.
Ich hatte nicht gedacht, dass sie so schnell sein würde.
Und sie war in der Lage sich fest auf mich raufzusetzen.
Ihre Beine umschlungen die Meinigen und ihre Hände erfassten fest meine Handgelenke
welche Sie über meinen Kopf drückte.
Sie begann damit Druck auf ihre Hände und Beine auszuüben,
und meinen Körper bis zum Limit zu strecken.

Dann hob sie Ihr Becken und rammte es in mich, womit sie mir die Luft aus den Lungen drückte.
Sie wiederholte diese Bewegung in rascher Folge
und ich konnte keine Luft mehr in meine Lungen bekommen.
Als ich nur noch nach Luft japste lies mich Christine los und rollte mich auf den Bauch.
Als ich versuchte mich aufzurichten schlang Christine schnell von hinten
ihre Beine um meinen Bauch.
Ich lies mich nach hinten fallen, so dass wir beide auf den Rücken lagen,
aber das hatte auf ihren Griff keine Auswirkungen.

Wie rangen erst sein wenigen Minuten und ich hatte schon jetzt ernsthafte Probleme.
Ich war dabei die erste Runde zu verlieren.
Ich hatte Christines stärke vollkommen unterschätzt
wie auch ihre Schnelligkeit und Aggressivität.

Ich versuchte auszubrechen aber es war nutzlos.
Sie hatte den Griff perfekt angewandt, und sobald ich auf den Rücken war
hatte ich keine Chance mehr zu entkommen.
Ich konnte mich nur von einer Seite zur anderen rollen um genug Bewegung zu erzeugen
die es mir ermöglichte ihrer Beinschere zu entkommen.

Christine saß auf meinen Po und hob meinen Oberköper vom Boden weg.
Schmerzhaft wölbte sich mein Rückgrat und dehnten sich meine Bauchmuskeln.
Sie drehte mich zur Seite in eine sitzende Position.
Sie schlang ihre Beine um meinen Bauch und zog meine Beine mit ihren Füßen auseinander,
um mich daran zu hindern uns wieder auf den Rücken zu rollen.

Als sie den Druck auf ihren Griff erhöhte wurde mein Kinn auf meine Brust gedrückt.
Ich guckte auf Christines starke Schenkel welche um meinen Bauch lagen
und fragte mich wie ihre Beine so stark sein konnten ohne, dass man die erwartete Muskulatur sah.

Ihre Füße sprießten weiterhin meine Beine
und damit hatte Christine mich kampfunfähig gemacht.
Sie legte ihren Kopf auf meine Schulter und ich konnte ihr Parfüm riechen.
Sie flüsterte in mein Ohr, dass sie mich jetzt hatte. Sie atmete schwer in meine
Ohr was mich langsam erregte.
Ich kämpfte darum frei zu kommen, aber ihre Beine lagen um meinen Bauch
und ihre Arme kontrollierten meine.
Außerdem machte mich ihre schwere Atmung an.

Sie fragte mich ob ich genauso erregt war wie sie.
Ich fühlte wie sich mein Glied versteifte und wollte nicht,
dass sie sah was für einen Einfluss sie auf mich hatte.



Sie fragte ob es das war was ich wollte.
Ich kämpfte erneut darum frei zu kommen
aber ich verlor durch ihren Griff langsam das Gefühl in den Armen.
Sie fragte mich ob es so sei wie ich es mir vorgestellt hatte,
von einer Frau dominiert und kontrolliert zu werden.

Sie verspotte mich und sagte ich solle doch versuchen mich zu befreien.
Sie erinnerte mich daran das ich größer und einiges schwerer als sie war
und warum ich mich aus ihrem Griff nicht befreien konnte.
Christine flüsterte in mein Ohr,
dass sie mich völlig unter Kontrolle hatte und wie sehr sie das erregte.

Sie fragte mich ob ich sie hab gewinnen lassen.
Mein Glied wuchs weiter an und ich konnte nicht glaube
wie sehr mich diese Frau stimulierte.
Ich sagte Christine, dass ich sie nicht gewinnen lassen habe,
und das ich versuchte ihre Umklammerung zu brechen.

Als sie den Druck auf ihren Griff intensivierte, fing sie an,
an meinem Ohr zu knappern, und mir in den Hals zu beißen wie auch zu lecken.
Ich verstärkte meine Bemühen los zu kommen
aber sie hatte mich definitiv unter Kontrolle.

Immer wenn ich einatmete drückten Christines Beine fester gegen meine Taille,
so, dass es immer schwieriger wurde zu atmen.

Ich hörte auf mich zu währen und konzentrierte mich darauf
das bisschen Sauerstoff einzuatmen was ich kriegen konnte.
Christine lies meine Arme frei und ich benutze meine Hände
um mich von ihren Beinen zu befreien.

Ich konnte ihre Beine nicht bewegen und war beeindruckt wie hart sich ihre Schenkel anfühlten.
Ich versuche sie auseinander zu drücken
aber meine Arme waren ihren starken Powerbeine nicht im geringsten gewachsen.
Als ich an ihren Beinen arbeitete war ich unaufmerksam
und bevor ich wusste was los war schlang Christine ihren rechten Arm um meinen Hals
und verriegelte den sl**perhold mit ihren Linken.

Sobald ich den Druck vom sl**perhold fühlte flogen meine Hände zu Ihren Armen.
Ich fühlte den wie sich der Druck ihrer Beine weiter steigerte.
Mein Gott wie stark war diese Frau?
Als ich anfing weg zu dämmern, lockerte Christine ihre Beine und erlaubte mir zu Atmen.
Es wurde dadurch nicht besser da meine Blutzufuhr zum Gehirn nun
von ihren Powerarmen verengt wurde.
Ich war am Rande der Bewusstlosigkeit und fühlte wie meine Arme zur Seite fielen.
Ich versuchte es zu verhindern, da ich nicht zum dritten Mal das Bewusstsein verlieren wollte.
Aber meine Arme reagierte nicht auf meine Bemühungen.
Ich wusste, dass ich die erste Runde verlieren würde.

Ich war kurz davor das Bewusstsein zu verlieren und wusste nicht
ob ich vielleicht schon träumen würde als ich fühlte
wie Christines Beine anfingen meinen Schritt zu reiben.
Als sie das tat reagierte mein Glied und war schnell steinhart.
Ich war total hilflos und unter ihrer Kontrolle.

Ich wusste nicht was sie vorhatte aber ich war nicht in der Verfassung sie aufzuhalten.
Christine rieb weiter ihre Beine an meinem Glied und flüsterte mir sexy ins Ohr
das ich nun ihr gehören wurde und das sie tun konnte was auch immer sie wollte.
Sie fragte mich ob ich jemals gegen meinen Willen von einer Frau zum Höhepunkt getrieben worden bin.
Ich flehte sie an aufzuhören und mir das nicht anzutun.
Christine sagte ich solle mich befreien ansonsten würde sie mich zum Höhepunkt bringen.
Ich war auf der Grenze zur Bewusstlosigkeit und mein Körper reagierte nicht auf meine Befehle.

Christine lies ihren rechten Arm fest um meinen Hals und benutze ihren linken um
meine Arme hinter meinen Rücken zu klemmen.
Ich merkte das aber am Rande der Bewusstlosigkeit konnte ich ihrer Kraft nichts entgegen setzen.
Sie drücke meinen Körper zurück und klemmte meine Arme zwischen unseren Körpern ein.
Mit ihrer linken Hand öffnete sie meine Hose und zog den Reisverschluss runter.
Sie griff in meine Unterwäsche und zog mein hartes Glied hervor.

Sie benutze ihre Beine um die meinigen weiter auseinander zu biegen,
was ihr vollkommen Zugriff auf meinen Intimbereich ermöglichte.
Ich flehte Christine weiter an aufzuhören und sie sagte nur das ich versuchen solle sie aufzuhalten.

Christine begann mein Glied zu streicheln und ich war in einem Status der Erregung
den ich nicht für möglich gehalten habe.
Ihre Hand fühlte sich so gut auf meinen Glied an, wie sie sich auf und ab bewegte
und meine Lust nur noch vergrößerte.
Christine hatte mich physisch besiegt und kontrollierte meinen Körper auch sexuell.
Physisch konnte ich sie nicht aufhalten. Christine sagte sie würde mich zum Höhepunkt bringen
und ich konnte nicht dagegen tun.

In wenigen Minuten hatte mich Christine am Höhepunkt.
Ich konnte ihre Parfüm riechen als sie mir ins Ohr flüsterte ich solle versuchen sie aufzuhalten.
Mit der Kraft die ich noch hatte kämpfte ich um frei zu kommen.
Meine Arme waren fest zwischen unseren Körpern gefangen.
Ihre Beine waren um meine Taille geschlungen und ihre Füße
drückten gegen meine Waden um meine Beine weiterhin zu spreizen.
Ihr rechter Arm war fest um meinen Hals geschlungen womit
der Blutfluss zu meinen Gehirn verlangsamt wurde.
Ich wand und drehte meinen Körper um los zu kommen.

Christine hielt mich fest und sagte sie möchte es sehr wenn ich versuchte mich zu befreien.
Sie verhöhnte mich weiter und sagte ich solle mich befreien um sie davon abzuhalten mich zu
Höhepunkt zu treiben.
Ich flehte sie an aufzuhören, sie sagte sie war zu erregt und würde weiter machen bis ich kam.
.
Ich war wie hypnotisiert als ich beobachtete wie Hand sich auf und ab bewegte.
Das war der beste Sex den ich je hatte und sie nutzte nur ihre Hand.
Ich konnte mir nicht vorstellen wie es wäre, wenn sie ihren ganzen Körper zum Einsatz brachte.

Christine flüsterte mir in Ohr das sie mich kurz vor dem Punkt der Bewusstlosigkeit
und des Orgasmus zu selben Zeit hatte und nicht glauben konnte wie mächtig sie sich fühlte.
Sie sagte sie war so erregt wie noch nie zuvor. Ich bewegte meine Hände und berührte ihren Schritt.
Ich konnte die Hitze in ihren Intimbereich spüren.
Ich fing an zu reiben und fühlte die Feuchtigkeit ihrer Erregtheit durch ihre Hose.
Sie stöhne mir ins Ohr und beschleunigte die Bewegungen ihrer Hand.
Ihre Atmung beschleunigte sich und ich wusste das ich sie mit meinen Bewegungen erregte.

Christine flüsterte in mein Ohr das sich mich jetzt,
egal wie gut sich das Ganze auch anfühlte, zu Höhepunkt bringen würde,um mich dann auszuknocken.
Sie wollte weiter kommen zur nächsten Runde sie hatte da etwas für mich geplant.
Sie intensivierte den Druck ihres rechten Armes und drückte ihre Schenkel gegen meine Taille.

Sie sagte sie würde mich jetzt zum Höhepunkt bringen und beschleunigte die Bewegungen ihrer linken Hand.
Ich konnte sie davon nicht abhalten und wenige Sekunden später explodierte mein Schwärmer und schoss hoch in die Luft.
Christine streichelte mein Glied weiter und ich konnte nicht glaube wie ausgiebig ich kam.
Als mein Orgasmus langsam nach lies spannte sie ihren rechten Arm an und knockte mich mit ihren sl**perhold aus.


Hallo zusammen,
was meint Ihr zu diesen Geschichten? Lohnt es sich noch weitere Geschichten dieser Art zu Veröffentlichen? Es wäre toll von euch einen kleinen Kommentar zu lesen.

MfG
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48 Stunden mit Irene und Christine

48 Stunden mit Irene und Christine

Den ganzen Tag freute ich mich schon auf den Besuch von Irene und Christine. Es war ein heißer Sommertag und ich sprang nochmal schnell unter die Dusche um einen möglichst guten Eindruck zu machen. Es war komisch, ich kannte die beiden jetzt schon so lange, trotzdem war ich total aufgeregt. Seit mir klar geworden war, daß ich mehr für Christine empfinde als nur einfache Freundschaft. Sie wußte davon nichts und ich versuchte mich so normal wie möglich zu verhalten, dennoch müßte sie eigentlich gemerkt haben, daß ich in letzter Zeit immer wieder ihre Berührung suchte. Zumindest hoffte ich, daß es ihr auffallen würde, aber auch sie ließ sich nichts anmerken. Es klingelte und die beiden standen vor der Tür. Christine war etwa 1.70 m groß, schlank, hatte wunderschöne braune Augen und schwarze, relativ kurze Haare. Ihr Busen war nicht sonderlich groß, aber was man durch die Kleidung sehen konnte wohlgeformt und zur Körperstatur passend. Irene war wesentlich kleiner, maximal 1.60 m, auch schlank, blaue Augen, langes leicht gewelltes braunes Haar und einen für meine Begriffe größeren, aber durchaus auch nicht zu großen Busen. Wir begrüßten uns mit einer Umarmung, wie wir es immer taten und ich bat sie, direkt in den Garten zu gehen. Wir alberten ein bißchen rum, bis Irene fragte, ob wie jetzt nicht mit unserem Spieleabend anfangen wollten. Ich sagte ja und wollte gerade die Spiele holen, als Christine meinte: "Eigentlich habe ich bei diesem Wetter gar keine Lust ein großes Brettspiel zu spielen, laßt uns was anderes machen". Ich sagte scherzhaft: "Dann laß uns Strip-Poker spielen, dann bekommst Du sogar noch mehr Sonne ab.", ohne ernsthaft zu denken, daß mich jemand ernstnimmt, bzw. mir zugestimmt wird. Irene meinte, daß sie Poker nicht spielen könne und ich dachte, daß das Thema damit abgehandelt sei, als Christine zu meiner großen Verwunderung einwendete: "Dann laßt uns halt "Strip-MauMau spielen", und setzte dabei ein breites Grinsen auf. Sie hatte es noch nicht ganz ausgesprochen, da merkte ich schon, daß sich nur durch diesen Gedanken in meiner Hose etwas regte. "Also, dann machen wir's so" sagte ich schnell, bevor ein anderer Einwand kommen konnte. "OK" meinte dann auch Irene, "aber lassen wir uns vorher die Regeln klären". "Wer gewinnt, darf sich entscheiden, ob der Verlierer zwei Kleidungsstücke auszieht, oder ob der Verlier nur eines auszieht und sich dafür der Gewinner eines anziehen darf. Der Mitspieler der in der Mitte ist, also weder gewonnen noch verloren hat, muß immer ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen. Sobald einer keine Kleidungsstücke mehr an hat, ist das Spiel beendet". Christine und ich stimmten zu und ich holte siegessicher die Karten, früher war ich ein sehr guter Spieler und deshalb ging ich davon aus, daß das ein leichtes für mich würde die zwei anderen abzuziehen. Als ich mit den Karten zurück kam schlug ich noch vor, daß derjenige der Verliert, den restlichen abend ohne seine Kleider auskommen muß, während die Gewinner sich wieder ankleiden können. Auch hier wurden wir uns einig. Jeder von uns war wohl insgeheim der Meinung, er könne nicht verlieren... Ich mischte die Karten und teilte als erster aus. Und wie erwartet das erste Spiel ging an mich, Christine verlor (zu meiner großen Freude). Christine zog ihre Schuhe und Strümpfe aus, Irene ihre Schuhe. Das war zwar nicht viel, aber es war ja auch erst die erste Runde dachte ich mir und schon ging es in die zweite Runde. Diesmal gewann Irene und ich verlor. Meine Hoffnung, daß sie ihre Schuhe wieder anzieht und ich deshalb nur ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen muß, wurde nicht erfüllt. Und so zog ich halt meine Schuhe und mein T-Shirt aus da ich keine Strümpfe anhatte, Christine zog ihr T-Shirt aus. Schon dieser Anblick von Christine, ließ mich ins Träumen geraten. Ich versuchte mir ständig vorzustellen, was unter den zwei entzückenden Körbchen auf mich warten würde, wenn ich nur weiter gewinnen würde. Die dritte Runde begann, meine Karten waren so gut, ich konnte quasi nicht verlieren und so versuchte ich es so hinzubekommen, das Christine verlieren würde. Und siehe da, es klappte. Ich war mittlerweile so scharf drauf, Christine nackt zu sehen, daß auch ich kein Kleidungsstück anzog, damit sie dafür zwei ausziehen mußte. So zog Irene ihre Strümpfe und Christine gezwungener maßen ihre Jeans und den BH aus. Ein bezaubernder Anblick, die festen kleinen Brüste mit den harten Knospen die in der Sonne regelrecht leuchten. An der Farbe erkannte man, daß sie nicht allzuoft direkter Sonne ausgesetzt wurden, zum Glück war rund um mein Garten hohes Gebüsch, so daß uns keiner sehen konnte, sonst wäre ich wahrscheinlich nie in zu diesem berauschenden Anblick gekommen. In meinen Gedanken sehnte ich mich danach diese zwei geilen Äpfel zu berühren, doch obwohl sie so nah waren, waren sie trotzdem immer noch sehr weit für meine Hände entfernt. Ein Nachteil hatte ich jetzt, bei diesem Anblick war Konzentration fast unmöglich für mich. Aber ich mußte ja nur noch ein Spiel gewinnen und ich hätte den Himmel auf Erden gehabt. So begannen wir die nächste Runde. Die Karten hätten in dieser Runde noch so gut sein können, ich hätte nicht gewinnen können, ich hatte gespielt, als ob ich das Spiel nichtmal kennen würde. Und so, wie soll es anderes sein, hatte ich kläglich verloren. Sehr zur Freude meiner zwei Mitspielerinnen. Meine Erregung kann kaum noch zu übersehen gewesen sein. Christine gewann und zog es vor, sich ihren BH wieder anzuziehen, so daß ich nur ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen mußte, meine Jeans. Auch Irene zog ihr T-Shirt aus. Der Berauschende Anblick war zwar jetzt weg, was ich sehr bedauerte, aber wenigsten konnte ich mich jetzt wieder halbwegs auf die Karten konzentrieren. Halbwegs deshalb, weil jetzt ja auch Irene obernrum nur noch ihren BH anhatte, was schon jetzt tief Blicken ließ, auch sie war schließlich nicht häßlich und auch bei ihr hätte ich gerne ein paar tiefere Blicke gewagt. Ich beugte mich jetzt leicht nach vorn beim spielen, da es mir fast peinlich war wie Steif meine kleiner Mann inzwischen geworden war und ich Angst hatte, daß er mir oben es der Unterhose rausguckte. Die nächste Runde begann. Ich konnte mich wieder konzentrieren und es half. Diesmal verlor Irene. Um kein Risiko einzugehen, zog ich es vor mir meine Hose wieder anzuziehen, so daß Irene nur ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen mußte, die Jeans. Christine zog zu meiner Freude wieder den BH aus. Was wieder freien Blick auf ihre zwei Wunder zuließ. Einen wirklich geilen Anblick gaben die beiden da ab. Und schon ging es in die letzte und alles entscheidende Runde. Und das bei diesem Anblick. Wie sollte es anders sein, ich verlor, Christine gewann. In meinen Augen muß man richtig das flehen lese können, aber es half nichts, sie entschied sich dafür, daß ich mich jetzt ausziehen solle. Ich forderte aber das wenigstens Irene, noch vor mir das Kleidungsstück noch ausziehen solle, das sie laut der Spielregeln ausziehen mußte. Nungut, sie tat es und so blieb mir nicht übrig, als meinen Teil der Vereinbarung zu erfüllen, und das vor zwei so geilen Mädels, die beide barbrüstig vor mir saßen. Ich platzte fast und ich hatte glaube ich, mein Glied nie zuvor so steif gesehen Und dann noch der Gedanke, den ganzen Abend so rum zu laufen.... wie peinlich. Also, zog ich meine Unterhose runter. Die Augen meiner zwei Mitspielerinnen wurden immer größer und wenn ich mich nicht getäuscht hatte, war auch ein kleiner dunkler Fleck in Christine's Slip zu erkennen. Sie rafften ihre Kleider zusammen und meinten, das sie sich ja jetzt wieder anziehen könnten, da das Spiel ja jetzt zu Ende sei. Ihnen war ihre Erregung offensichtlich genauso peinlich wie mir meine. Immerhin hatten wir uns nie zuvor so gesehen, geschweige denn, daran gedacht solche Spiele miteinader zu spielen. Ich wante ein: "Wir können doch jetzt nicht aufhören, seht es mal so, ihr habt beide 6 Kleidungsstücke angehabt, ich nur vier, ihr solltet mir wenigsten mit einem Spiel noch eine Chance geben." "Das hatten wir aber nicht ausgemacht", meinten sie, "und außerdem wenn Du verlieren solltest, hast Du ja nichts mehr auszuziehen". Ich traute meinen Ohren nicht, als ich meinen eigenen Mund sagen hörte: "OK, sollte ich verlieren, erfülle ich euch einen Wunsch, egal was es ist." Christine widersprach: "machen wir es wie mit den Kleidungsstücken, wenn Du verlierst mußt du im für die ungünstigsten Fall zwei Wünsche und im günstigsten Fall einen erfüllen, OK?". "OK, also fangen wir endlich an". Irene widersprach: "Wenn ich jetzt wieder den BH anziehen darf, bin ich auch einverstanden." "JA JA JA", sagte ich hektisch. Ich glaube in diesem Moment hätte ich allem zugestimmt. So begann die nächste Runde. Um es kurz zu machen, ich verlor gnadenlos und Christine gewann. Irene zog wieder ihren BH aus. Dann blickten mich beide von oben bis unten an, hätte ich bis dahin was angehabt, dies Blicke hätten mich ausgezogen. Dann meinte sie zu mir, ich solle warten, sie müßten sich jetzt erstmal besprechen, welche zwei Wünsche sie hätten und gingen 20 Meter weiter in den Garten, wo sie begannen miteinader zu tuscheln, sie waren sich offensichtlich nicht einig, wie weit sie gehen könnten bzw. was sie sich trauten von mir zu Wünschen. Ich verstand nur Wortfragmente, wie lecken oder auch Höhepunkt hörte ich kurz, aber sie schienen das wieder zu verwerfen, dann kamen sie wieder zurück, mit einem lächeln auf den Lippen. Dann meinten sie zu mir: "Du hast doch sicher einen naß Rasierer da, oder?" "Ja" meinte ich, "warum?" "Damit Du Dich rasieren kannst!" "Warum Rasieren ?", fragte ich, da ich heute so gut rasiert war wie selten. "Du verstehst uns falsch, nicht im Gesicht, dort unten." meinten sie, mit einem Blick auf meinen erregten Penis. "Das ist doch nicht Euer Ernst !", meinte ich. "Doch doch und unser erster Wunsch, oder willst Du dein Wort nicht halten ?" Also rasierte ich meine Schamhaare vor den Augen dieser vor Zufriedenheit lachenden Mädels. Christine prüfte mit ihren Händen immer wieder, ob es auch schon schön glatt sei, was mich nur noch mehr erregte. Zum Schluß nahmen die Beiden mein Werk noch ab und waren offensichtlich sehr zufrieden. "Nun unser zweiter Wunsch" sagte Christine während sie in ihrer Taschen nach ihrer Sofortbildkamera suchte, "Irene, sag Du es ihm." "Hmmm, also wir möchte, das Du dich vor uns befriedigst, aber nur bis kurz vor dem Orgasmus" sagte sie etwas verlegen und Christine fügte schon etwas fordernder hinzu: "Aber schön langsam, wir wollen ein paar Fotos davon machen!" Langsam gewann ich den Eindruck, daß die beiden alles schon geplant hatten, noch bevor sie zu mir kamen, denn wer nimmt sonst normalerweise immer eine Sofortbildkamera mit. "Das ist doch nicht Euer ernst ?!?" meinte ich, doch Christine, die offenbar doch die Gefühle, die ich für sie hatte kannte, nahm nur schnell und wortlos meine Hand und preßte sie auf ihre Brust. Ich schwebte quasi im siebten Himmel. Es schien mir Stunde zu dauern, aber in Wirklichkeit waren es wohl nur ein paar Sekunden. "Erfüllst Du uns jetzt unseren zweiten Wunsch ?" fragte sie mit einer süßen Stimme, die mich so betörte, daß ich nur noch "ja" sagen konnte. Also fing ich an, ganz langsam mit meiner Hand meinen Penis zu streicheln. Meine Finger berühren immer wieder meine Eichel und glitten ganz langsam runder zur Wurzel. Fast unmerklich wurde ich immer schneller, während Christine und Irene immer wieder Bilder von mir schossen. Zwischendurch sagten sie mir immer wieder, daß ich meine Beine breiter machen solle, daß sie besser zusehen konnten. Als langsam ein kleiner Tropfen aus meinem Penis kam, meinte sie ich solle jetzt aufhören, was ich auch sogleich tat, da es mir sonst gekommen wäre. "Und was habt ihr jetzt mit den ganzen Bildern vor, die ihr von mir gemacht habt?" fragte ich. "Eintauschen" meinten sie. "Wie eintauschen? Wie stehe ich denn da, wenn jemand diese Bilder sieht?" "Du bekommst natürlich als erster Chance, sie zu bekommen, wenn Du willst. Du mußt nur diesen Vertrag hier unterschreiben, dann sind sie Dir" meinte Irene und Christine streckte mir ein paar Blätter entgegen, die ich sofort überflog.Als Überschrift stand da -Sklavenvertag- und daß ich jetzt aus freien Stücken Sklave von Christine und Irene sei. Wenigstens war er begrenzt er sollte Samstag um 6 Uhr beginnen und endete am Montag morgen um 6 Uhr. Heute war Freitag. Dann stand da noch, daß ich auf Strafverfolgung verzichten würde, falls sich eine solche Situation aus meiner "Benutzung" ergeben würde. Das machte mich zunächst schon etwas nachdenklich, doch beschloß ich zunächst erstmal die Regeln zu überfliegen, die dabei waren. So stand da zum Beispiel: - Du erfüllst jeden Willen Deiner Herrinnen widerspruchslos und unverzüglich. Deine Wünsche und Neigungen sind dabei uninteressant! - Ohne anders lautende Anordnung lieferst Du Dich stets total entblößt (splitternackt) und schmucklos, ohne Vorbehalte zur Vornahme jeder Art von Fesselung, sexuellen Praktiken körperlicher Züchtigung der Gnade Deiner Herrinnen aus ! - Wenn eine Deiner Herrinnen kommt, nimmst du die devote Auslieferungsstellung ein: Splitternackt kniest Du nieder, öffnest leicht die Schenkel und beugst dann den Oberkörper gestreckt ganz zurück. - Wenn Dich eine Deiner Herrinnen anschaut, muß Dein Penis immer erigiert sein und Du mußt Dich in eine anbietenden Stellung präsentieren. -Beim Oralverkehr ist der Scheidensaft stets zu schlucken! - Du darfst deine Blöße nie unerlaubt bedecken! - Auf Anordnung hast Du jederzeit und allerorts einzelne Kleidungsstücke (Schuhe, Strümpfe, Slip, Hemd usw.) abzulegen, Dich teilweise zu entblößen und die Geschlechtsteile (Scham, Penis) frei zu zeigen, oder Dich ganz zu entkleiden und splitternackt zu präsentieren.
Und das war nur ein kleiner Teil von dem, was noch in diesem Vertrag stand. Es kam mir zwar ziemlich hart vor was da stand, andererseits machte mich die Vorstellung mich ihnen ganz auszuliefern unheimlich an. Also unterschrieb ich den Vertrag und bekam sogleich die Bilder zurück. Nun zogen sich die beiden an. Auch ich wollte mich gerade anziehen, als Christine mit den Worten: "Du nicht !!!" einschritt. "Warum nicht, der Vertrag gilt doch erst morgen" meinte ich. "Ja der Vertrag gilt erst mirgen, aber die Abmachung vom Spiel gilt auch heute" sagte Christine, worauf ich zustimmte und meine schon angezogene Kleidung wieder auszog. Der weitere Abend verlief ruhig und ich gewöhnte mich langsam daran, vor diesen zwei Göttinnen nackt rumzulaufen. Den beiden schien es sichtlich zu gefallen, mich so zu sehen und berührten mich beim rumalbern immer wieder wie zufällig. Ich hatte den Eindruck, daß sie meinen Erregtheitszustand auf gleich hohem Level halten wollten, was sie auch schafften. Sie blieben heute wesentlich länger als bei unseren früheren treffen und erinnerten mich immer wieder daran, ab morgen die Vertragsregeln zu halten, da ich sonst die Gerte zu spüren bekäme. Sie sagten daß zwar mit einem lächeln auf den Lippen, doch hatte ich den Eindruck, daß sie es verdammt ernst meinten. Da ich selbst nicht so auf Schläge stand, nahm ich mir vor, alles zu ihrer Zufriedenheit einzuhalten. Es war jetzt Samstag Nacht 1 Uhr und Christine und Irene machten sich langsam auf den Heimweg. Ich fragte, wann ich sie morgen erwarten könne, worauf sie nur antworteten daß der Vertrag um sechs Uhr beginnen würde und ich ab da mit ihnen Rechnen könne.
Es war Samstag 5.30 Uhr und ich zog es vor aufzustehen, um schonmal zu Duschen, falls sie wirklich um sechs Uhr auftauchen sollten. Danach ging ich wieder ins Bett, allerdings nackt damit, wenn es klingeln würde, ich nicht noch Zeit bräuchte, mich wie im Vertrag gefordert, auszuziehen. Um neun klingelte dann endlich die Tür, ich sprang auf und schaute aus dem Küchenfenster, es waren Irene und Christine. Die Erektion, wie im Vertag erwähnt brauchte ich mir nicht erst zu machen, die hatte ich schon bei dem Gedanken an die nächsten Stunden bekommen. Ich drückte den Türsummer und begab mich in die Auslieferungsstellung, dabei stand mein steifer Penis brachtvoll nach oben ab. Sie kamen zur Tür herein und waren sichtlich erfreut über meinen Gehorsam. Christine streichelten mir über den Penis und meinte, ich könne jetzt aufstehen. Als nächstes wollten sie meine Hausschlüssel, da ich sie für die nächsten 48 Stunde ja eh nicht bräuchte. Ich gab sie ihnen Umgehend. Als nächste wollten sie, daß ich draußen aus dem Auto zwei Kisten aus dem Kofferraum hole. Da man bei mir zwar erst auf das Grundstück fahren muß, bevor man vor der Haustür ist, aber dennoch die Straße vom Vorgarten nicht so dicht abgeschirmt ist, wie mein Garten, wollte ich mir schnell was überziehen. Worauf ich glatt einen Hieb mit der Reitgerte abbekam. "Wer hat Dir das erlaubt" fragte Irene. Ich sagte: "Niemand, aber ich kann doch so nicht ans Auto gehen." "Natürlich kannst Du ! Und zur strafebekommst Du jetzt Fußfesseln an, damit du gleich lernst, unsere Befehle nicht in Frage zu stellen," meinte Christine. Irene zog mir die Fußfesseln an, mit denen ich jetzt nurnoch sehr langsam laufen konnte. "Und beeil Dich" meinte noch Christine zumir. So bewegte ich mich nach draußen, einerseits so schnell ich konnte, andererseits sehr darauf bedacht, daß mich keiner sieht. Mich hätte ja wirklich interessiert, was in den Kisten drinnen ist, aber ich traute mich nicht reinzuschauen, da es mir keine von den Beiden erlaubt hatte und mir der letzt Hieb mit der Gerte noch allzugut in Erinnerung war. Als ich zurück kam, bekam ich erstmal ein Lob, da ich wohl schneller war als sie es von mir erwartet hätten, doch dann schaute Christine auf mein, durch die Hektik ganz in vergessenes herabhängendes Glied. "Was ist denn das ?!?" herrschte sie mich an "Das ist ja übelste Vertragsverletzung, daß muß bestraft werden" fügte sie noch kurz hinzu, packte mich an meinem Glied und zog mich in mein Schlafzimmer. Irene nahm schnell eine der Kisten und folgte uns. Dann machte sie sich daran, meine Hände und Füße an meinen Bettpfosten festzubinden, als sie soweit war verband mir Christine noch die Augen und befaßte mich dann mit meinem Penis, der inzwischen wieder prachtvoll herangewachsen war. Sie nahm sein Seil und schnürte ihn zunächst an der Peniswurzel ab, umschlung noch ein-zwei mal den Hodensack und befestigte die beiden Enden des Seils recht fest recht und links am Bett. Das hatte zunächst die Wirkung daß er nicht mehr erschlaffen konnte und zum zweiten, daß ich quasi bewegungsunfähig war, da ich mir durch zu starke Bewegung den Penis schmerzhaft noch mehr zuschnürte dann sagte sie noch zu mir: "Eine Sache mußt Du übrigens noch wissen, als Irene und ich gestern auf dem Heimweg waren, haben wir miteinander verhandelt und ich habe einen hohen Preis für Dich bezahlt, daß heißt daß Irene ihre Rechte an Dir zu großen Teilen an mich abgetreten hat. Folgendes Betrifft Dich direkt: Du darfst nur auf meine Anweisungen zu einen Orgasmus bzw. darf nur durch mich erfolgen. Und Deine Geschlechtsteile dürfen nur von mir genutzt werden, es sei denn ich bestimme etwas anderes. Desweitern kann ich im Zweifelsfall jede Anordnung die Dir Irene gibt widerrufen. Hast Du das verstanden ?" Nach diesem Vortrag war ich ganz in Gedanken, da sie mir ja damit eigentlich bewiesen hatte, daß sie das gleich für mich empfand wie ich für sie. Ich wurde allerdings recht schnell und unsanft aus meinen Gedanken gerissen, als ich einen recht festen Zug an meinem abgeschnürten Penis verspürte. "Hast Du das verstanden ?!" fragte Christine nochmals mit etwas Nachdruck. "Ja Ja, ich habe alles verstanden" sagte ich zu ihrer Zufriedenheit. Sie zog sich jetzt langsam und aufreizend vor mir aus, ich hatte den Eindruck, daß sie sich die Unterwäsche die sie trug extra für mich gekauft hatte, der BH war wirklich sehr hübsch und brachte ihre Brüste in eine sehr schöne vorm, wobei sie auch in Natur nicht schlechter aussahen. Wie ich fand. "Und jetzt möchte ich erstmal sehen, ob Du weißt für was Du eine Zunge hast!" sagte sie mit einer etwas liebevolleren und leiseren Stimme und setze sich auf meinen Mund. Ein süßer Geruch von Weiblichkeit zog in meine Nase und ich wußte da ich jetzt wirklich das beste geben würde. Und ich wurde durch ein heftiges Stöhnen das von ihr kommen mußte bestätigt, sie wurde immer wilder und ich immer nasser, da sie regelrecht auszulaufen schien. Aufeinmal bewegte sie sich von meinem Kopf runter in Richtung Bauch und ich hatte das Gefühl durch ihre Geilheit geduscht zu werden. Dann nahm sie meine Augenbinde ab und meinte zu mir : "Du bist gut und zur Belohnung sollst Du sehn, können wie Du mich jetzt zu meinem Höhepunkt leckst." Auch sie war, wie ich schon eben bei der ersten Berührung mit ihrer Lustgrotte vermutet hatte, vollständig rasiert, was mich unheimlich antörnte. Sie nahm wieder ihren Platz über meinem Gesicht ein, gewährte mir aber diesmal erstmal einen tiefen Blick auf ihre Geile Pussy. Zu meiner größten Freude zog sie mit ihrer Hand dann noch ihre Schamlippen auseinander, um mir einen noch tieferen Einblick zu gewähren. Ohne daß meine Penis die letzten 15 Minuten berührt worden wäre, wäre ich beinahe gekommen, nur mit mühe konnte ich mich zurückhalten, so Geil war der Anblick. Dazu war sie, wenn ich mich nicht verguckt hatte noch Jungfrau. Was mich sehr verwunderte, wenn man bedenkt, was sie hier gerade abzog. Dann setzte sie sich wieder auf meine Gesicht und ich fing so gleich an zu lecken. Sie lief jetzt noch mehr aus, als zuvor und ich versuchte alles aufzufangen, was nicht leicht war, da sie jetzt anfing immer mehr mit dem Becken zu kreisen. Jetzt fing sie an richtig laut zu stöhnen und dann bekam sie ihren Höhepunkt. Sie wurde offenbar innerlich richtig zerrissen, aber ich war nicht minder zufrieden, da sie mir ja durch das Bad, daß sie mir verpaßt hat, den größten Liebesbeweis gegeben hat, den sie mit geben konnte. Sie war richtig fertig, sie legte sich kurz neben mich um sich etwas zu beruhigen, gab mit den besten und zärtlichsten Zungenkuß, den ich je bekommen hatte und meinte dann zu Irene: "Er ist wirklich gut, probier in mal aus. Ich möchte jetzt mal sein können eine Station weiter unten ausprobieren." Irene nahm das Angebot gleich beim Wort, zog ihren Slip unter dem Rock aus und meinte dann zu mir: "Dann wollen wir mal sehen, ob Du auch in der Lage bist zwei Frauen gleichzeitig richtig glücklich zu machen." Dann wurde es Dunkel um mich da sie sich mit ihrer Muschi so über meinen Mund plazierte daß der Rock über meinen Kopf viel. Christine bearbeitete nun zunächst mit ihren Fingern meinen steifen Penis, doch schnell begann sie auch ihre Zunge und den Mund mitzubenutzen. Sie muß förmlich meine Anspannung bemerkt haben, denn kurz darauf sagte sie zu mir: "Vergiß nicht, daß Du nur auf mein Kommando kommen darfst". Was wirklich nicht leicht war, so wie sie mich bearbeitete. Jetzt bemerkte ich, wie sich der Druck auf meinem Gesicht verstärkte, so sehr, daß ich kaum noch atmen konnte. Offensichtlich ein Protest auf die Passivität meiner Zunge, da ich durch Anjas Aktionen so abgelenkt war, daß ich nicht mehr weiterleckte. Natürlich nahm ich jetzt sofort meine mir zugedachte Arbeit wieder auf und gab meine bestes. Christine bearbeitete in der Zeit meinen Penis weiter, jetzt spürte ich immer wieder, wie sie ihre Scheide an meinem Penis rieb, immerwieder spürte ich, wie meine Eichel zwischen die Schamlippen glitt, dort einen augeblick verweilte und dann wieder rauskam. Stückchen für Stückchen durfte sie tiefer rein, und stück für stück spürte ich einen stärkeren Widerstand. Auch wurde Christine wieder merklich feuchter, so daß es immer leichter ging. Auch Irene schien ihrem Höhepunkt immer näher zu kommen und auch siefüllte mich regelrecht mit Scheidenflüssigkeit ab. Aufeinmal wurde es kalt um mein Glied, Christine schien es mit Gleitmittel zu behandeln. Gleich danach stieg sie wieder auf mich und stimulierte sich und mich weiter mit ihrem kleinen Spielchen: Penis ein kleines stückchen rein und gleich wieder raus. Ich glaube ich wurde noch nie so stark stimuliert, ohne einen Orgasmus zu bekommen. Aber ich genoß es sehr. Ich merkte wieder den leichten Druck an der Eichel, die ein kleines Stück in der Scheide steckte, doch diesesmal wurde der Druck stärker, ich hörte wie Christine kurz aufschrie und dann war ich das erstemal ganz in ihr drinnen. Sie hielt einen moment inne und begann dann leicht mit dem Becken zu kreisen, voller Ekstase schrei sie, Du darfst jetzt kommen, ich will spüren, wie Du in mir kommst, sie fing wieder an heftiger zu atmen, richtig zu stöhnen und ihre Beckenbewegungen wurden immer intensiver. Diese laute schienen auch Irene jetzt mehr und mehr zu erregen und sie begann sich mehr und mehr an meinem Gesicht zum Orgasmus zu reiben. Die Aktionen von den Beiden ließen mich natürlich auch nicht unberührt und so konnte auch ich mich nicht mehr zurückhalten. Fast gleichzeitig kamen wir alle zusammen zum Höhepunkt. Ich spritzte eine riesige Ladung Sperma in Christine und mein Penis wollte garnicht mehr aufhören zu pulsen. Irene beugte sich jetzt nach vorn und begann die Mischung von Anjas Liebessaft und meinem Sperma, daß langsam zwischen meinem Glied und ihrer Scheide rausfloß aufzulecken. Mein Penis verlor langsam seine Stärke und Christine rollte sich zur Seite um neben mir zum liegen zu kommen. Sei küßte mich zärtlich und begann dann, meine Geschlechtsteil von den quälenden Seilen zu befreien. Irene war noch immer damit beschäftigt meinen kleinen Mann sauber zu lecken. durch Zufall schaute ich zur Seite, wo ein großer Spiegel hing, ich sah mich an, ein interessanter Anblick, ich sah aus, als ob ich gerade aus der Badewanne kam und diesen Zustand hatte bestimmt nicht zu verdanken, weil ich geschwitzt hätte. Dabei berührten ihre Brustwarzen ganz schwach meinen Bauch, es war ein erregender Kitzel. jetzt begann sie an meinem Penis zu saugen, und ruckzuck war er wieder richtig steif. "Ich habe ihn Dir wieder einsatzbereit gemacht" sagte Irene zu Christine. "Ich wünsch Dir viel Spaß, für mich ist jetzt erstmal eine Dusche angesagt" meinte sie noch mit einem Augenzwinkern und verschwand aus dem Raum. Christine lag noch immer neben mir, spielte jetzt aber wieder mit ihren Händen an meinem besten Stück und flüsterte mir ins Ohr: "Ich hoffe Du bist Dir im klaren, daß Du mich entjungfert hast. Danke, es war ein tolles Erlebnis, nicht so wie man es immer hört. Es war nur ein kleiner kurzer Schmerz, wirklich nicht der Rede Wert. Dafür hast Du bei mir noch was gut." sagte sie, fügte aber gleich noch hinzu: "Aber erst nach den 48 Stunden, die Du mir gehörst". Sie band mir die Hände los und kümmerte sich dann weiter um mein bestes Stück, während ich abwechselnd ihren zarten Busen und die niedlichen Brustwarzen streichelte und damit ihre Knospen schön hart hielt und ihre geile Muschi massierte. Das ihr das gefiel zeigte mir sie, in dem sie ihre Beine immer breiter machte, um mir besseren Zugang zu verschaffen. Hin und wieder steifte ich mit meinen Händen über ihren ganzen Körper, was nicht nur sie erregte sondern auch mich, da ich ja bisher durch die Fesselung meiner Hände nicht die Möglichkeit hatte, ihren Körper so zu erforschen.




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CHRISTINE

Paul Barker was of two minds about his daughter moving back into the f****y home after finally giving up on her no-good bum of a husband. He and his wife, Jessie, had expressed strong doubts at the time, but the headstrong 18 year old had eloped and run off to Reno and, when they returned, it was too late for their cooler heads to prevail. She was married, and had already been pregnant. The baby girl, whom the proud parents named Christine, was born six months after the elopement.

No honest person could say Janice, Paul and Jessie's daughter, didn't really try to make the union work, but her husband was impossible. He was handsome; not even her father would deny that, but lazy and totally good for nothing. He never held a job for more than a few weeks, and the most strenuous thing he did during the entire time they were married was to repeatedly lift cans of beer, all paid for by his wife, to his mouth. His beer drinking was often accompanied by sitting in his easy chair and watching pornographic videos on the television, which also cost Janice a big part of her earnings.

Fortunately for all concerned, they only had that one c***d. One spring day, after almost 18 years of abuse of all kinds, the bum cleaned out what little amount of money his wife had been able to squirrel away in the bank and ran off with a chippie he met in a bar. So broke she couldn't pay the next month's rent even on the cheap apartment they lived in, Janice gave up and moved herself and her daughter back into the big house where she had grown up and which still held many happy memories.

Paul, a widower by then, was happy to have his daughter finally come to her senses, of course, but he had some misgivings about his granddaughter. She was a beautiful 17 year old girl, and seemed to take after her father more than her mother, both in appearance and behavior. She had the same dark hair and eyes, and her face had the same fine features and fair complexion. Both father and daughter were tall and robust but, in the case of Christine, her body was voluptuous, rather than muscular. What Paul did not like was her attitude, which was very much like her father's, had always been, that the world owed her a living. However, being his granddaughter, the girl was accepted by him and made to feel at home. He was even willing to splurge on her eighteenth birthday party a few months after she and her mother arrived.

There was something else about Christine that both distressed and pleased him. After her graduation from high school, she was accepted into a nearby state university and spent most of the warm summer days hanging out with friends or loafing around the house. While doing the latter, her attire was the briefest imaginable – tight cut-off t-shirts with no bra under them and Daisy Dukes, also with no undergarments. After her morning shower she always walked, slowly and totally nude, from the upstairs bathroom to her own room and smiled at her grandfather if his bedroom door was open and he was inside, even pausing to greet him and put her voluptuous body on display.

Paul was a normal man and, at almost sixty years old, retained much of his virility. The sight of the sexy naked or almost naked young woman had the effect one might expect. Besides arousing feelings of lust, they also aroused feelings of guilt. She was his granddaughter, for Pete's sake, and he was such a dirty old man to be looking with lust at her the way he couldn't help doing. At the same time, there had been little contact between Christine and himself when she was growing up, so he had never developed grandfatherly feelings toward her. To his libido, she was just a young hotsy who looked and acted as if she might be sexually available to him.

One morning, shortly after Janice had left for work, the relationship between Paul and his granddaughter took another turn. Having no reason to get up early, he usually slept in and, on that day, he was awakened by what seemed to be sounds of pain coming from Christine's room. Concerned about her, but not wanting to seem nosy, he tiptoed down the hall, peeked through her door, which was ajar, and beheld a remarkable sight. His granddaughter's succulent and completely naked body was lying atop her bed and, in her right hand, she held a dildo, which she was slowly plunging in and out of her pussy. Those moans had been of pleasure, not pain.

They were a pleasure to Paul too, and he watched his lovely granddaughter as she masturbated just a few feet in front of him. He knew he shouldn't be there, but he was too fascinated by the sight of her hairless pussy being pleasured by the big artificial cock and the sounds of joy it was eliciting from her to be able to leave. He watched her body thrashing about on the bed while her head rolled from side to side on her pillow as the sexy teenager's pussy fucked up to meet the toy in her hand. Paul could tell she was receiving far more carnal pleasure from that piece of plastic than her grandmother had allowed herself to get from him in all the years of their marriage.

He was receiving other pleasures too, not just visual. Christine's loud sounds of joy were a treat to his ears, and the aroma of her pussy was one of the most erotic experiences of his life. As he breathed in the delectable aphrodisiac, he was becoming highly aroused, and his cock seemed to be trying to tear a hole through his pajamas.

"I shouldn't be violating my granddaughter's privacy like this," he told himself, but his eyes remained fixed on the incredibly erotic sight before him.

It was obvious from the young woman's movements and noises she was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm and, even as Paul watched, she cried out in joy and started ramming her pussy even harder against the dildo. Her body swung from side to side, and she continued plunging the toy into her pussy, until she howled again, even more loudly than before. Her watching grandfather could see that all her muscles clenched and she bounced extra hard on her mattress, before totally relaxing with her arms sprawled at her sides and her legs spread with the dildo imbedded all the way to the handle in her pussy. The show was obviously over, and Paul was no longer mesmerized but, when he started to quietly walk back down the hall, he was stopped short by Christine's voice.

"I see you there, Grandpa. Don't try to walk away."

Paul turned and faced his granddaughter. Her eyes were open and her upper body was no longer flat on the bed, but was propped up on her elbows. Except for that, nothing was different. Christine's legs were still spread; the handle of the toy was still protruding from her pussy, and the delectable fragrance of her fresh juices was still wafting toward him.

"Why don't you come in here and join me, Grandpa. If you don't, I'll tell Mom you were spying on me."

He didn't want any problems with his daughter or, possibly, with the law, so Paul entered Christine's room. She made no effort to cover up or conceal her body at all, just lay there smiling up at him.

"Do you like my body?" she asked. "Do you think I'm sexy?"

Having been caught watching the young woman masturbate, Paul saw no point in being less than honest. "You're a very beautiful young woman, Christine. And, yes, I think you're quite sexy."

"Then, how come you've been ignoring me, even when there's nobody in the house but you and me?"

Paul had no answer for that question that didn't sound hypocritical and stupid. Christine continued. "Do you think I'm sexy enough for you to eat my pussy?"

He had no easy answer for that either. Before his marriage, Paul had always loved eating a nice, clean pussy, and had brought all his girlfriends and some women he hardly knew to powerful orgasms with his mouth. However, Jessie always believed oral sex of any kind was gross and somehow immoral. Once in a great while, she allowed him to lick her pussy for a minute or so, until she became tired of it and told him to stop, and she never reciprocated at all. He loved her and put up with her lack of desires, but he always wished she could have been just a little more in tune with his sexual wants and needs.

Her granddaughter was certainly in tune with them. He still had a few qualms about sex with her, but they were rapidly fading as he looked down at her sumptuous body and knew it was his for the taking. He still hesitated, and Christine thought she knew a good way to persuade Grandpa to do what she wanted. Carefully, she pulled the dildo from her pussy and held it out to him.

"Here, this is what I smell like down there. How do you like it?"

From a few feet away, the aroma of her pussy had been delectable and, from a few inches away, it was irresistible. He took the toy from his granddaughter's hand and licked off some of her nectar. It was even more delicious to taste than it had been to smell, and his tongue eagerly cleaned everything off the dildo.

She smiled at his enthusiasm. "I'm told it's even better fresh from the source. C'mon, Grandpa, you know you want to eat me out."

She was absolutely right; he had probably never wanted anything more in his life. The sight and the aroma and the flavor, combined with the memory of the way the young hotsy had thrashed about on the bed overcame any sense of propriety that may have been holding him back. His wife had always insisted he wear pajamas to bed, even during their infrequent couplings, while he would have much preferred skin on skin with her. He was sure Christine would place no such silly restrictions on him, so he stripped out of his pajama top. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he also dropped his pants, letting his cock swing free, and stepped up to the bed where the voluptuous young woman was waiting for him.

Christine grinned at her grandfather's nude physique. He was flabby and pale from sitting around the house all the time, but she believed his cock would give her an orgasm after the one she got from his eating her pussy, and that was all that concerned her. She moved to the center of the bed with a pillow under her head and held her big breasts up so he could more easily start by licking her nipples. She knew that was the best way to build her up to a high level of carnal excitement before applying his lips and tongue to her pussy, which was the way she liked her sexual activities to progress.

Paul saw the offer being made, knelt beside his granddaughter and leaned over her body to start licking her nearest breast. The cute pink nubbin was so hard his tongue could feel the individual ridges and the pebbly texture of her areola. This was a bit surprising, because he had seen her reach a tremendous orgasm from using her dildo, and would not have expected Christine to be in such a high state of arousal. He certainly had no complaint, however, and licked her there for several strokes until he transferred his attentions to her other, equally erect nipple.

This one received the same treatment, and he switched back and forth between the adorable nubbins while his granddaughter's body writhed in bliss on the bed under him. When the time was right, he drew one of the luscious orbs into his mouth and started sucking, while his tongue still caressed the areola and nipple, Christine's erotic movements on the bed became more pronounced, and she was thrusting each breast up into his mouth in turn.

"Ooooo, Grandpa, I love that. I love what you're doing. You really know how to give a girl a good time."

Paul smiled on hearing that, but kept sucking and licking. He knew it was true, because it had been said by many women before he married but never by his wife. His granddaughter's body was even more active under his face, and he thought he detected the delightful aroma of fresh pussy juices, in addition to the leftover ones. When he looked toward her pussy, which was just as active as the rest of her body, he saw the fresh juices trickling down her belly and off onto the mattress to be wasted. He knew it was time to kiss and lick and nuzzle his way down her belly to the source of the fragrance.

Christine knew it too and, when she saw and felt his mouth start to work its way lower, she encouraged him. "Yeah, Grandpa. My pussy really needs you," she urged.

That was his goal, but on the way, Paul stopped at her navel and thrust in his tongue. She giggled, a very pleasant sound, and pushed on his shoulders to keep him on the proper path. The stop had been no more than a brief diversion and, when he reached her Mount of Venus, the aroma of her dripping pussy drew his mouth like a magnet. He could have swung his leg over into a 69 position, but he preferred to concentrate on just one pleasure at a time and, right at that moment, his granddaughter's pussy was that one.

He got off the bed but got back on immediately, and walked on his knees to a point between her legs, which were spread wide for him. She saw him coming to her and raised them so he could duck under and let her legs rest on his shoulders. He leaned forward further, wrapped his arms around Christine's thighs, and breathed deeply of the incredible aroma that had been calling him since he had stopped at the open door to her room.

Besides the enchanting scent, her pussy was truly a thing of beauty. Earlier, he had seen she was hairless but, from a few inches away, he was gazing on one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Her skin was creamy white and flawless, and her inner lips were dusky pink and so swollen they were blossoming through her slit. When Paul gently pulled the edges apart and beheld the shiny pink lining and breathed deeply of the fragrant cloud that arose, any misgivings he might have had about what he and what his lovely young granddaughter were doing disappeared without even the smallest trace.

Some of Christine's juices had spattered onto her thighs, and he started licking them from her. The aroma and the flavor and the sight of his granddaughter's pussy and the expressions of pleasure he had been hearing were among the most delightful experiences of his life, but the texture of the skin of her soft and smooth inner thighs had them all beaten. After devouring and relishing everything that had dripped onto her there, he started licking her crotch, when she asked something else of him that made his morning more outstanding than it had already been.

"Grandpa, can you stick your finger in my ass?"

Paul smiled to himself at this suggestion, for he knew the added stimulation would make his and Christine's time together even more lively and pleasurable. As she made the request, she reached under her body and spread her perfect ass cheeks, so he briefly removed his mouth from her crotch in order to wet a middle finger. Like the rest of his granddaughter's body, her pink rosebud was absolutely adorable, so he pressed the tip of the finger against her there. Slowly twisting the digit, he made first penetration, followed by easing it all the way in up to his knuckles.

"Oooooo, yeah," she murmured. "That feels really fab. Now, start fucking my ass with it. And keep eating my pussy."

Those were two things Paul very much wanted to do. His wife had barely even let him touch her buttocks while she was clothed, let alone do something like what he was doing to the much more beautiful young woman under his face. More juices had trickled from the charming place that was producing them, so he licked those up and his tongue started to slowly caress one of Christine's bare outer lips. The sensation was incredible; the lip felt like a satin pillow that has been warmed by the sun, but alive and vibrant. The texture was so smooth and soft, he almost wanted to continue licking her there all day.

But, there were other parts of his granddaughter's pussy that would feel just as good to his avid tongue and would bring her to a more powerful orgasm, so Paul continued licking that lip only until he reached her mons. He kissed the soft mound and brought his mouth back down to where more nectar was flowing from her precious pink hole. After devouring every delicious drop, he started licking her other outer lip, treating this one as he had the first. By the time he reached her mons again, Christine's entire succulent body was writhing blissfully on the bed. When he looked up at her face, Paul was gratified to see her head, with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a grimace of joy, was tossing back and forth on her pillow, as she moaned in bliss.

As much fun as he was having, Christine was having even more. She had been thinking of her grandfather as mostly an old fuddy-duddy, but possibly able to give her some carnal fun to supplement her many boyfriends and her trusty dildo and vibrator, and had loved flaunting her sexy body at him. However, she was finding out he was a master at giving pleasure to a girl. His mouth was driving her to what she knew would be a tremendous orgasm, and his finger going in and out of her ass felt better than some of the many cocks that been there. He was well-hung too, better than most of her sex partners, even if he would only be able to fuck her a single time that day.

"Keep doing that, Grandpa," she told him. "I love that!"

He looked up at her with his face smeared with her juices and grinned. There were other things she much preferred he do with his mouth, though, and was elated when his face ducked out of sight again. She felt his tongue sluicing up all he fresh juices her pussy had produced and, seconds later, felt that same magical organ starting to lick her between an inner and outer lip. Waves of pleasure crashed through her body, and Christine gave herself over completely to the joy of what was happening to her ass and pussy. Her moans of delight started ending in whimpers, and her pussy started fucking up into the face of the man who was slowly taking her to Paradise.

To Paul, it seemed as if he were already there. After getting over his reluctance, he was reveling in everything about eating his beautiful granddaughter's pussy, especially the way she was responding to him. By the time he reached the end of the inner lip, her whole body was thrashing about, and it almost seemed as though they were in risk of bouncing off the bed and landing on the floor. He was having too much fun to care about that remote danger, though.

Once again, he raised his face, this time to gaze on the state of her clit. He was elated to see it was so swollen it had actually pushed its way out from under its protective hood, and resembled a lustrous pearl. With the utmost delicacy, he touched the engorged morsel with the tip of his tongue and he was rewarded by an extra loud sob of bliss and more strenuous movements of Christine's body. When his mouth returned to its original starting point, there was even more of his granddaughter's fresh nectar there, and he feasted on it, while his finger continued thrusting in and out of her ass.

She interrupted her sobs of joy to beseech him, "Grandpa, suck my clit. I need to cum."

"All in good time," he said to himself, and started licking between the other pair of inner and outer labia.

He treated this pair the same as he had the first, licking slowly upward and, when he reached the point where they were close together, canting his head to thrust his tongue between the lips. Paul continued slowly upward from there, relishing the textures of Christine's pussy even more than he had been doing. The wetness of the slick outer lip contrasted with the puffiness of the swollen inner one, and the way her body was pitching and tossing under him made the whole session the best pussy eating he had ever done. When he reached the end of her inner lip this time, he observed how Christine's thighs had turned slightly outward, presenting herself even better to his mouth than it had been before. She was at the peak of her arousal, and it was time for her to cum.


The sexy brunette knew it was time, or past time. She had never before felt as sexually turned on as she was then, not even while actually fucking, and she was begging Grandpa to bring her to a climax. When he took her clit into his mouth and started sucking, while his tongue caressed the sides and top, it only took a minute of those attentions for her to start cumming.

"Oh, god!" she cried out. "Yes! Yes! Keep sucking my clit!"

Her legs clamped onto Paul's temples and her hands grabbed the back of his head to jam his face even more snugly into her pussy. She continued bouncing up and down on the bed, and her long, shapely legs swung from side to side with Paul a very willing prisoner between them. He hung on to her thighs and kept her clit in his mouth and sucked and licked in the same tempo as her pussy ramming against his face. Christine's cries of joy continued, even louder and more incoherent than they had been when she was cumming from fucking herself with the dildo.

When she climaxed, the hotsy gave a loud cry of ecstasy as her back arched and she jammed her pussy against the face of the man who had brought her to that condition. After her orgasm, all her muscles relaxed and her arms flopped out at her sides, but her legs remained d****d loosely over Paul's shoulders. He removed his mouth from around her clit and feasted on most of the nectar that had just been produced, the most delicious he had ever tasted. When he stopped his repast, there was still enough in the pink hole that had produced it to serve as lubrication, and he removed his middle finger from Christine's ass, backed slowly away and let her legs fall to the bed.

Paul had a raging erection; his cock was the hardest it had been for years. His need to fuck was urgent, but he had no condoms in the house. He believed – correctly – that Christine was probably quite promiscuous, and he wanted to take no chances on contracting AIDS or any kind of STD. He knelt between her legs, wondering what to do and strongly temped to stick his cock into her with no protection and take his chances. But before doing anything, he knew he would have to first wash the finger that had been in her ass, so he went to the hall bathroom to take care of that. When he returned, he knelt between her legs again and gazed down on her lush body and her face, which was a mask of bliss. Christine opened her eyes and grinned lewdly at the hard cock pointing in her direction.

"I hope you don't want to quit now, Grandpa. I still need to fuck. There's some rubbers in my left upper dresser drawer."

Paul definitely did not want to quit then. He almost ran over to the dresser and opened the drawer. In among a vibrator, a butt plug and some other toys or devices he didn't recognize, was a large package of condoms. He tore it open, removed one plastic packet and rolled the contents onto his cock. As he did, he noticed many interesting looking bumps and raised stars and pyramids, but he didn't care about them just then. With his cock prepared, he hurried back to kneel between Christine's legs again. She smiled, adjusted her pillow, and reached down between her legs to spread open her pussy lips.

While his right hand was guiding his cock, Paul leaned forward and put his left hand on the bed beside the hotsy to support the weight of his upper body. He lowered his body slowly and, when he felt the tip of his cock against the pink hole that was his target, he rubbed the end in Christine's wetness to spread the natural lubrication. When he felt his granddaughter guiding his cock until it was centered where it belonged, he thrust forward between her index fingers and the soft edges of the wet place they both wanted it. She murmured joyfully as the hard tip wedged its way into her pussy.

Paul thrust forward again, and sighed as almost two inches of his rigid shaft burrowed into the dripping wet hole, and he felt Christine's internal muscles start to work on it. Seconds later, he drove his cock more deeply into her, and her expression of joy was louder and more urgent. Half his cock had burrowed into his granddaughter's pussy, and Paul knew he was in deeply enough that he would no longer need to guide his shaft. He placed his right hand on the bed beside her and slid it and his other hand forward until his wrists were under her shoulders and his weight was supported by his knees and forearms. With one more stroke, his cock was all the way inside, and his pubic hair tickled her clean-shaven skin.

"Oh, that feels just wonderful," Christine sighed. "Let's just lay here for a while and enjoy it."

That was alright with Paul, because he could feel the muscles inside her pussy massaging his cock in a way he had never felt before. He also knew he was extremely horny, from watching Christine and from the delectable aroma and flavor of her pussy, but he wanted her to cum before he did. After waiting for a minute, he slowly backed his cock out from her, paused, and drove it back into her pussy. She spread her thighs even farther, hooked her ankles around his legs and pulled her body against his. They came together with a satisfying "squish," with Christine's juices spattering over both of them. She started moaning from the exquisite pleasure her grandfather's cock was already giving her.

The next stroke was much like the first, slow and deep and pleasurable, as were the many that followed. "Oh, Grandpa," Christine murmured into his ear. "This is really fab! You're gonna make me cum again!"

Paul hoped so. He could feel his own climax building up in his body, as the pussy under him magically caressed his whole shaft. Because he wanted her to cum first, he moved up slightly on her body and started plunging his cock in from a different angle, so he was raking across the base of her clit with every thrust, both driving into her and being withdrawn. After no more than a few strokes in this new position, Christine's blissful moans were starting to end in sobs and whimpers.

"Oh! Oh! That's so fab!" the young hotsy exclaimed. Her body started rocking from side to side, as she fucked back even harder to meet him."

He could feel his climax rapidly approaching, but Paul could also tell Christine was approaching hers. He increased the pace of his strokes; she matched him and the movements of her body were even wilder, thrashing around on the bed, while her hands caressed his back and sides. Her whimpering was in rhythm with his cock driving into her, and Christine's sobs became even louder as her head tossed from side to side on her pillow.

"Uh! Uh!" she whimpered. "Oh, my god," she cried out ecstatically as she began cumming.

Christine's legs clamped more tightly onto Paul's hips, and her arms and hands clutched his shoulders, driving her fingernails into his back. It was painful, but the excruciating pleasure his cock was getting was so much stronger, he hardly noticed. The young woman's legs and arms held him so tightly that, every time he drew back for another stroke, she rode with him and, when Paul thrust forward again, he squashed his granddaughter against the bed, driving his cock even deeper into her pussy.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Christine warbled for as long as she was cumming, until she uttered a joyful but incoherent cry as she climaxed. Her back arched; all her muscles clenched and she rammed her pussy against Paul for an ultimate time. After her orgasm, she collapsed back onto the bed, flat on her back in a state of total sexual satisfaction. Her arms released him and flopped at her sides and her legs let go of their grip, as she completely relaxed.

Her grandfather did not relax or even slow down. Paul continued driving his cock into the pussy under him, but only for a few strokes, until his own climax exploded. He shot a burst of cum into his condom, followed by a second and a third as he continued to pound his cock into his granddaughter. Only then did he stop and sprawl on top of the beautiful and satiated young woman.

They lay in a happy pile, with his cock embedded in her pussy until it softened and slipped out. "Oh, Grandpa, that was wonderful," Christine whispered into his ear. "It was the best I've ever had."

Paul didn't know if that was true or not, but he felt good about hearing her say it. "It was the best I ever had too, Honey," he answered in complete honesty.

"I hope we can do it a lot more. You're so much nicer than some dumb boy who doesn't know how to treat a girl."

"I hope so too, Honey, but I'm pretty old. I don't know if I can do this every day, but my tongue will always be ready for you."

"That's good enough for me, and my mouth is always ready for you too."

Paul felt really good about that morning. For the first time in many years, he was sexually satisfied, and it looked like that happy state would be achieved regularly for the foreseeable future.

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48 Stunden mit Irene und Christine

Netzfund!

Den ganzen Tag freute ich mich schon auf den Besuch von Irene und Christine. Es war ein heißer Sommertag und ich sprang nochmal schnell unter die Dusche um einen möglichst guten Eindruck zu machen. Es war komisch, ich kannte die beiden jetzt schon so lange, trotzdem war ich total aufgeregt. Seit mir klar geworden war, dass ich mehr für Christine empfinde als nur einfache Freundschaft. Sie wusste davon nichts und ich versuchte mich so normal wie möglich zu verhalten, dennoch müsste sie eigentlich gemerkt haben, dass ich in letzter Zeit immer wieder ihre Berührung suchte. Zumindest hoffte ich, dass es ihr auffallen würde, aber auch sie ließ sich nichts anmerken. Es klingelte und die beiden standen vor der Tür. Christine war etwa 1.70 m groß, schlank, hatte wunderschöne braune Augen und schwarze, relativ kurze Haare. Ihr Busen war nicht sonderlich groß, aber was man durch die Kleidung sehen konnte wohlgeformt und zur Körperstatur passend. Irene war wesentlich kleiner, maximal 1.60 m, auch schlank, blaue Augen, langes leicht gewelltes braunes Haar und einen für meine Begriffe größeren, aber durchaus auch nicht zu großen Busen. Wir begrüßten uns mit einer Umarmung, wie wir es immer taten und ich bat sie, direkt in den Garten zu gehen. Wir alberten ein bisschen rum, bis Irene fragte, ob wie jetzt nicht mit unserem Spieleabend anfangen wollten. Ich sagte ja und wollte gerade die Spiele holen, als Christine meinte: "Eigentlich habe ich bei diesem Wetter gar keine Lust ein großes Brettspiel zu spielen, lasst uns was anderes machen". Ich sagte scherzhaft: "Dann lass uns Strip-Poker spielen, dann bekommst Du sogar noch mehr Sonne ab.", ohne ernsthaft zu denken, daß mich jemand ernst nimmt, bzw. mir zugestimmt wird. Irene meinte, dass sie Poker nicht spielen könne und ich dachte, dass das Thema damit abgehandelt sei, als Christine zu meiner großen Verwunderung einwendete: "Dann laßt uns halt "Strip-MauMau spielen", und setzte dabei ein breites Grinsen auf. Sie hatte es noch nicht ganz ausgesprochen, da merkte ich schon, daß sich nur durch diesen Gedanken in meiner Hose etwas regte. "Also, dann machen wir's so" sagte ich schnell, bevor ein anderer Einwand kommen konnte. "OK" meinte dann auch Irene, "aber lassen wir uns vorher die Regeln klären". "Wer gewinnt, darf sich entscheiden, ob der Verlierer zwei Kleidungsstücke auszieht, oder ob der Verlierer nur eines auszieht und sich dafür der Gewinner eines anziehen darf. Der Mitspieler der in der Mitte ist, also weder gewonnen noch verloren hat, muß immer ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen. Sobald einer keine Kleidungsstücke mehr an hat, ist das Spiel beendet". Christine und ich stimmten zu und ich holte siegessicher die Karten, früher war ich ein sehr guter Spieler und deshalb ging ich davon aus, daß das ein leichtes für mich würde die zwei anderen abzuziehen. Als ich mit den Karten zurück kam schlug ich noch vor, daß derjenige der Verliert, den restlichen abend ohne seine Kleider auskommen muß, während die Gewinner sich wieder ankleiden können. Auch hier wurden wir uns einig. Jeder von uns war wohl insgeheim der Meinung, er könne nicht verlieren... Ich mischte die Karten und teilte als erster aus. Und wie erwartet das erste Spiel ging an mich, Christine verlor (zu meiner großen Freude). Christine zog ihre Schuhe und Strümpfe aus, Irene ihre Schuhe. Das war zwar nicht viel, aber es war ja auch erst die erste Runde dachte ich mir und schon ging es in die zweite Runde. Diesmal gewann Irene und ich verlor. Meine Hoffnung, daß sie ihre Schuhe wieder anzieht und ich deshalb nur ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen muß, wurde nicht erfüllt. Und so zog ich halt meine Schuhe und mein T-Shirt aus da ich keine Strümpfe anhatte, Christine zog ihr T-Shirt aus. Schon dieser Anblick von Christine, ließ mich ins Träumen geraten. Ich versuchte mir ständig vorzustellen, was unter den zwei entzückenden Körbchen auf mich warten würde, wenn ich nur weiter gewinnen würde. Die dritte Runde begann, meine Karten waren so gut, ich konnte quasi nicht verlieren und so versuchte ich es so hinzubekommen, das Christine verlieren würde. Und siehe da, es klappte. Ich war mittlerweile so scharf drauf, Christine nackt zu sehen, daß auch ich kein Kleidungsstück anzog, damit sie dafür zwei ausziehen mußte. So zog Irene ihre Strümpfe und Christine gezwungener maßen ihre Jeans und den BH aus. Ein bezaubernder Anblick, die festen kleinen Brüste mit den harten Knospen die in der Sonne regelrecht leuchten. An der Farbe erkannte man, daß sie nicht allzuoft direkter Sonne ausgesetzt wurden, zum Glück war rund um mein Garten hohes Gebüsch, so daß uns keiner sehen konnte, sonst wäre ich wahrscheinlich nie in zu diesem berauschenden Anblick gekommen. In meinen Gedanken sehnte ich mich danach diese zwei geilen Äpfel zu berühren, doch obwohl sie so nah waren, waren sie trotzdem immer noch sehr weit für meine Hände entfernt. Ein Nachteil hatte ich jetzt, bei diesem Anblick war Konzentration fast unmöglich für mich. Aber ich mußte ja nur noch ein Spiel gewinnen und ich hätte den Himmel auf Erden gehabt. So begannen wir die nächste Runde. Die Karten hätten in dieser Runde noch so gut sein können, ich hätte nicht gewinnen können, ich hatte gespielt, als ob ich das Spiel nichtmal kennen würde. Und so, wie soll es anderes sein, hatte ich kläglich verloren. Sehr zur Freude meiner zwei Mitspielerinnen. Meine Erregung kann kaum noch zu übersehen gewesen sein. Christine gewann und zog es vor, sich ihren BH wieder anzuziehen, so daß ich nur ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen mußte, meine Jeans. Auch Irene zog ihr T-Shirt aus. Der Berauschende Anblick war zwar jetzt weg, was ich sehr bedauerte, aber wenigsten konnte ich mich jetzt wieder halbwegs auf die Karten konzentrieren. Halbwegs deshalb, weil jetzt ja auch Irene obernrum nur noch ihren BH anhatte, was schon jetzt tief Blicken ließ, auch sie war schließlich nicht häßlich und auch bei ihr hätte ich gerne ein paar tiefere Blicke gewagt. Ich beugte mich jetzt leicht nach vorn beim spielen, da es mir fast peinlich war wie Steif meine kleiner Mann inzwischen geworden war und ich Angst hatte, daß er mir oben es der Unterhose rausguckte. Die nächste Runde begann. Ich konnte mich wieder konzentrieren und es half. Diesmal verlor Irene. Um kein Risiko einzugehen, zog ich es vor mir meine Hose wieder anzuziehen, so daß Irene nur ein Kleidungsstück ausziehen mußte, die Jeans. Christine zog zu meiner Freude wieder den BH aus. Was wieder freien Blick auf ihre zwei Wunder zuließ. Einen wirklich geilen Anblick gaben die beiden da ab. Und schon ging es in die letzte und alles entscheidende Runde. Und das bei diesem Anblick. Wie sollte es anders sein, ich verlor, Christine gewann. In meinen Augen muß man richtig das flehen lese können, aber es half nichts, sie entschied sich dafür, daß ich mich jetzt ausziehen solle. Ich forderte aber das wenigstens Irene, noch vor mir das Kleidungsstück noch ausziehen solle, das sie laut der Spielregeln ausziehen mußte. Nungut, sie tat es und so blieb mir nicht übrig, als meinen Teil der Vereinbarung zu erfüllen, und das vor zwei so geilen Mädels, die beide barbrüstig vor mir saßen. Ich platzte fast und ich hatte glaube ich, mein Glied nie zuvor so steif gesehen Und dann noch der Gedanke, den ganzen Abend so rum zu laufen.... wie peinlich. Also, zog ich meine Unterhose runter. Die Augen meiner zwei Mitspielerinnen wurden immer größer und wenn ich mich nicht getäuscht hatte, war auch ein kleiner dunkler Fleck in Christine's Slip zu erkennen. Sie rafften ihre Kleider zusammen und meinten, das sie sich ja jetzt wieder anziehen könnten, da das Spiel ja jetzt zu Ende sei. Ihnen war ihre Erregung offensichtlich genauso peinlich wie mir meine. Immerhin hatten wir uns nie zuvor so gesehen, geschweige denn, daran gedacht solche Spiele miteinader zu spielen. Ich wante ein: "Wir können doch jetzt nicht aufhören, seht es mal so, ihr habt beide 6 Kleidungsstücke angehabt, ich nur vier, ihr solltet mir wenigsten mit einem Spiel noch eine Chance geben." "Das hatten wir aber nicht ausgemacht", meinten sie, "und außerdem wenn Du verlieren solltest, hast Du ja nichts mehr auszuziehen". Ich traute meinen Ohren nicht, als ich meinen eigenen Mund sagen hörte: "OK, sollte ich verlieren, erfülle ich euch einen Wunsch, egal was es ist." Christine widersprach: "machen wir es wie mit den Kleidungsstücken, wenn Du verlierst mußt du im für die ungünstigsten Fall zwei Wünsche und im günstigsten Fall einen erfüllen, OK?". "OK, also fangen wir endlich an". Irene widersprach: "Wenn ich jetzt wieder den BH anziehen darf, bin ich auch einverstanden." "JA JA JA", sagte ich hektisch. Ich glaube in diesem Moment hätte ich allem zugestimmt. So begann die nächste Runde. Um es kurz zu machen, ich verlor gnadenlos und Christine gewann. Irene zog wieder ihren BH aus. Dann blickten mich beide von oben bis unten an, hätte ich bis dahin was angehabt, dies Blicke hätten mich ausgezogen. Dann meinte sie zu mir, ich solle warten, sie müßten sich jetzt erstmal besprechen, welche zwei Wünsche sie hätten und gingen 20 Meter weiter in den Garten, wo sie begannen miteinader zu tuscheln, sie waren sich offensichtlich nicht einig, wie weit sie gehen könnten bzw. was sie sich trauten von mir zu Wünschen. Ich verstand nur Wortfragmente, wie lecken oder auch Höhepunkt hörte ich kurz, aber sie schienen das wieder zu verwerfen, dann kamen sie wieder zurück, mit einem lächeln auf den Lippen. Dann meinten sie zu mir: "Du hast doch sicher einen naß Rasierer da, oder?" "Ja" meinte ich, "warum?" "Damit Du Dich rasieren kannst!" "Warum Rasieren ?", fragte ich, da ich heute so gut rasiert war wie selten. "Du verstehst uns falsch, nicht im Gesicht, dort unten." meinten sie, mit einem Blick auf meinen erregten Penis. "Das ist doch nicht Euer Ernst !", meinte ich. "Doch doch und unser erster Wunsch, oder willst Du dein Wort nicht halten ?" Also rasierte ich meine Schamhaare vor den Augen dieser vor Zufriedenheit lachenden Mädels. Christine prüfte mit ihren Händen immer wieder, ob es auch schon schön glatt sei, was mich nur noch mehr erregte. Zum Schluß nahmen die Beiden mein Werk noch ab und waren offensichtlich sehr zufrieden. "Nun unser zweiter Wunsch" sagte Christine während sie in ihrer Taschen nach ihrer Sofortbildkamera suchte, "Irene, sag Du es ihm." "Hmmm, also wir möchte, das Du dich vor uns befriedigst, aber nur bis kurz vor dem Orgasmus" sagte sie etwas verlegen und Christine fügte schon etwas fordernder hinzu: "Aber schön langsam, wir wollen ein paar Fotos davon machen!" Langsam gewann ich den Eindruck, daß die beiden alles schon geplant hatten, noch bevor sie zu mir kamen, denn wer nimmt sonst normalerweise immer eine Sofortbildkamera mit. "Das ist doch nicht Euer ernst ?!?" meinte ich, doch Christine, die offenbar doch die Gefühle, die ich für sie hatte kannte, nahm nur schnell und wortlos meine Hand und preßte sie auf ihre Brust. Ich schwebte quasi im siebten Himmel. Es schien mir Stunde zu dauern, aber in Wirklichkeit waren es wohl nur ein paar Sekunden. "Erfüllst Du uns jetzt unseren zweiten Wunsch ?" fragte sie mit einer süßen Stimme, die mich so betörte, daß ich nur noch "ja" sagen konnte. Also fing ich an, ganz langsam mit meiner Hand meinen Penis zu streicheln. Meine Finger berühren immer wieder meine Eichel und glitten ganz langsam runder zur Wurzel. Fast unmerklich wurde ich immer schneller, während Christine und Irene immer wieder Bilder von mir schossen. Zwischendurch sagten sie mir immer wieder, daß ich meine Beine breiter machen solle, daß sie besser zusehen konnten. Als langsam ein kleiner Tropfen aus meinem Penis kam, meinte sie ich solle jetzt aufhören, was ich auch sogleich tat, da es mir sonst gekommen wäre. "Und was habt ihr jetzt mit den ganzen Bildern vor, die ihr von mir gemacht habt?" fragte ich. "Eintauschen" meinten sie. "Wie eintauschen? Wie stehe ich denn da, wenn jemand diese Bilder sieht?" "Du bekommst natürlich als erster Chance, sie zu bekommen, wenn Du willst. Du mußt nur diesen Vertrag hier unterschreiben, dann sind sie Dir" meinte Irene und Christine streckte mir ein paar Blätter entgegen, die ich sofort überflog.Als Überschrift stand da -Sklavenvertag- und daß ich jetzt aus freien Stücken Sklave von Christine und Irene sei. Wenigstens war er begrenzt er sollte Samstag um 6 Uhr beginnen und endete am Montag morgen um 6 Uhr. Heute war Freitag. Dann stand da noch, daß ich auf Strafverfolgung verzichten würde, falls sich eine solche Situation aus meiner "Benutzung" ergeben würde. Das machte mich zunächst schon etwas nachdenklich, doch beschloß ich zunächst erstmal die Regeln zu überfliegen, die dabei waren. So stand da zum Beispiel: - Du erfüllst jeden Willen Deiner Herrinnen widerspruchslos und unverzüglich. Deine Wünsche und Neigungen sind dabei uninteressant! - Ohne anders lautende Anordnung lieferst Du Dich stets total entblößt (splitternackt) und schmucklos, ohne Vorbehalte zur Vornahme jeder Art von Fesselung, sexuellen Praktiken körperlicher Züchtigung der Gnade Deiner Herrinnen aus ! - Wenn eine Deiner Herrinnen kommt, nimmst du die devote Auslieferungsstellung ein: Splitternackt kniest Du nieder, öffnest leicht die Schenkel und beugst dann den Oberkörper gestreckt ganz zurück. - Wenn Dich eine Deiner Herrinnen anschaut, muß Dein Penis immer erigiert sein und Du mußt Dich in eine anbietenden Stellung präsentieren. -Beim Oralverkehr ist der Scheidensaft stets zu schlucken! - Du darfst deine Blöße nie unerlaubt bedecken! - Auf Anordnung hast Du jederzeit und allerorts einzelne Kleidungsstücke (Schuhe, Strümpfe, Slip, Hemd usw.) abzulegen, Dich teilweise zu entblößen und die Geschlechtsteile (Scham, Penis) frei zu zeigen, oder Dich ganz zu entkleiden und splitternackt zu präsentieren.
Und das war nur ein kleiner Teil von dem, was noch in diesem Vertrag stand. Es kam mir zwar ziemlich hart vor was da stand, andererseits machte mich die Vorstellung mich ihnen ganz auszuliefern unheimlich an. Also unterschrieb ich den Vertrag und bekam sogleich die Bilder zurück. Nun zogen sich die beiden an. Auch ich wollte mich gerade anziehen, als Christine mit den Worten: "Du nicht !!!" einschritt. "Warum nicht, der Vertrag gilt doch erst morgen" meinte ich. "Ja der Vertrag gilt erst mirgen, aber die Abmachung vom Spiel gilt auch heute" sagte Christine, worauf ich zustimmte und meine schon angezogene Kleidung wieder auszog. Der weitere Abend verlief ruhig und ich gewöhnte mich langsam daran, vor diesen zwei Göttinnen nackt rumzulaufen. Den beiden schien es sichtlich zu gefallen, mich so zu sehen und berührten mich beim rumalbern immer wieder wie zufällig. Ich hatte den Eindruck, daß sie meinen Erregtheitszustand auf gleich hohem Level halten wollten, was sie auch schafften. Sie blieben heute wesentlich länger als bei unseren früheren treffen und erinnerten mich immer wieder daran, ab morgen die Vertragsregeln zu halten, da ich sonst die Gerte zu spüren bekäme. Sie sagten daß zwar mit einem lächeln auf den Lippen, doch hatte ich den Eindruck, daß sie es verdammt ernst meinten. Da ich selbst nicht so auf Schläge stand, nahm ich mir vor, alles zu ihrer Zufriedenheit einzuhalten. Es war jetzt Samstag Nacht 1 Uhr und Christine und Irene machten sich langsam auf den Heimweg. Ich fragte, wann ich sie morgen erwarten könne, worauf sie nur antworteten daß der Vertrag um sechs Uhr beginnen würde und ich ab da mit ihnen Rechnen könne.
Es war Samstag 5.30 Uhr und ich zog es vor aufzustehen, um schonmal zu Duschen, falls sie wirklich um sechs Uhr auftauchen sollten. Danach ging ich wieder ins Bett, allerdings nackt damit, wenn es klingeln würde, ich nicht noch Zeit bräuchte, mich wie im Vertrag gefordert, auszuziehen. Um neun klingelte dann endlich die Tür, ich sprang auf und schaute aus dem Küchenfenster, es waren Irene und Christine. Die Erektion, wie im Vertag erwähnt brauchte ich mir nicht erst zu machen, die hatte ich schon bei dem Gedanken an die nächsten Stunden bekommen. Ich drückte den Türsummer und begab mich in die Auslieferungsstellung, dabei stand mein steifer Penis brachtvoll nach oben ab. Sie kamen zur Tür herein und waren sichtlich erfreut über meinen Gehorsam. Christine streichelten mir über den Penis und meinte, ich könne jetzt aufstehen. Als nächstes wollten sie meine Hausschlüssel, da ich sie für die nächsten 48 Stunde ja eh nicht bräuchte. Ich gab sie ihnen Umgehend. Als nächste wollten sie, daß ich draußen aus dem Auto zwei Kisten aus dem Kofferraum hole. Da man bei mir zwar erst auf das Grundstück fahren muß, bevor man vor der Haustür ist, aber dennoch die Straße vom Vorgarten nicht so dicht abgeschirmt ist, wie mein Garten, wollte ich mir schnell was überziehen. Worauf ich glatt einen Hieb mit der Reitgerte abbekam. "Wer hat Dir das erlaubt" fragte Irene. Ich sagte: "Niemand, aber ich kann doch so nicht ans Auto gehen." "Natürlich kannst Du ! Und zur strafebekommst Du jetzt Fußfesseln an, damit du gleich lernst, unsere Befehle nicht in Frage zu stellen," meinte Christine. Irene zog mir die Fußfesseln an, mit denen ich jetzt nurnoch sehr langsam laufen konnte. "Und beeil Dich" meinte noch Christine zumir. So bewegte ich mich nach draußen, einerseits so schnell ich konnte, andererseits sehr darauf bedacht, daß mich keiner sieht. Mich hätte ja wirklich interessiert, was in den Kisten drinnen ist, aber ich traute mich nicht reinzuschauen, da es mir keine von den Beiden erlaubt hatte und mir der letzt Hieb mit der Gerte noch allzugut in Erinnerung war. Als ich zurück kam, bekam ich erstmal ein Lob, da ich wohl schneller war als sie es von mir erwartet hätten, doch dann schaute Christine auf mein, durch die Hektik ganz in vergessenes herabhängendes Glied. "Was ist denn das ?!?" herrschte sie mich an "Das ist ja übelste Vertragsverletzung, daß muß bestraft werden" fügte sie noch kurz hinzu, packte mich an meinem Glied und zog mich in mein Schlafzimmer. Irene nahm schnell eine der Kisten und folgte uns. Dann machte sie sich daran, meine Hände und Füße an meinen Bettpfosten festzubinden, als sie soweit war verband mir Christine noch die Augen und befaßte mich dann mit meinem Penis, der inzwischen wieder prachtvoll herangewachsen war. Sie nahm sein Seil und schnürte ihn zunächst an der Peniswurzel ab, umschlung noch ein-zwei mal den Hodensack und befestigte die beiden Enden des Seils recht fest recht und links am Bett. Das hatte zunächst die Wirkung daß er nicht mehr erschlaffen konnte und zum zweiten, daß ich quasi bewegungsunfähig war, da ich mir durch zu starke Bewegung den Penis schmerzhaft noch mehr zuschnürte dann sagte sie noch zu mir: "Eine Sache mußt Du übrigens noch wissen, als Irene und ich gestern auf dem Heimweg waren, haben wir miteinander verhandelt und ich habe einen hohen Preis für Dich bezahlt, daß heißt daß Irene ihre Rechte an Dir zu großen Teilen an mich abgetreten hat. Folgendes Betrifft Dich direkt: Du darfst nur auf meine Anweisungen zu einen Orgasmus bzw. darf nur durch mich erfolgen. Und Deine Geschlechtsteile dürfen nur von mir genutzt werden, es sei denn ich bestimme etwas anderes. Desweitern kann ich im Zweifelsfall jede Anordnung die Dir Irene gibt widerrufen. Hast Du das verstanden ?" Nach diesem Vortrag war ich ganz in Gedanken, da sie mir ja damit eigentlich bewiesen hatte, daß sie das gleich für mich empfand wie ich für sie. Ich wurde allerdings recht schnell und unsanft aus meinen Gedanken gerissen, als ich einen recht festen Zug an meinem abgeschnürten Penis verspürte. "Hast Du das verstanden ?!" fragte Christine nochmals mit etwas Nachdruck. "Ja Ja, ich habe alles verstanden" sagte ich zu ihrer Zufriedenheit. Sie zog sich jetzt langsam und aufreizend vor mir aus, ich hatte den Eindruck, daß sie sich die Unterwäsche die sie trug extra für mich gekauft hatte, der BH war wirklich sehr hübsch und brachte ihre Brüste in eine sehr schöne vorm, wobei sie auch in Natur nicht schlechter aussahen. Wie ich fand. "Und jetzt möchte ich erstmal sehen, ob Du weißt für was Du eine Zunge hast!" sagte sie mit einer etwas liebevolleren und leiseren Stimme und setze sich auf meinen Mund. Ein süßer Geruch von Weiblichkeit zog in meine Nase und ich wußte da ich jetzt wirklich das beste geben würde. Und ich wurde durch ein heftiges Stöhnen das von ihr kommen mußte bestätigt, sie wurde immer wilder und ich immer nasser, da sie regelrecht auszulaufen schien. Aufeinmal bewegte sie sich von meinem Kopf runter in Richtung Bauch und ich hatte das Gefühl durch ihre Geilheit geduscht zu werden. Dann nahm sie meine Augenbinde ab und meinte zu mir : "Du bist gut und zur Belohnung sollst Du sehn, können wie Du mich jetzt zu meinem Höhepunkt leckst." Auch sie war, wie ich schon eben bei der ersten Berührung mit ihrer Lustgrotte vermutet hatte, vollständig rasiert, was mich unheimlich antörnte. Sie nahm wieder ihren Platz über meinem Gesicht ein, gewährte mir aber diesmal erstmal einen tiefen Blick auf ihre Geile Pussy. Zu meiner größten Freude zog sie mit ihrer Hand dann noch ihre Schamlippen auseinander, um mir einen noch tieferen Einblick zu gewähren. Ohne daß meine Penis die letzten 15 Minuten berührt worden wäre, wäre ich beinahe gekommen, nur mit mühe konnte ich mich zurückhalten, so Geil war der Anblick. Dazu war sie, wenn ich mich nicht verguckt hatte noch Jungfrau. Was mich sehr verwunderte, wenn man bedenkt, was sie hier gerade abzog. Dann setzte sie sich wieder auf meine Gesicht und ich fing so gleich an zu lecken. Sie lief jetzt noch mehr aus, als zuvor und ich versuchte alles aufzufangen, was nicht leicht war, da sie jetzt anfing immer mehr mit dem Becken zu kreisen. Jetzt fing sie an richtig laut zu stöhnen und dann bekam sie ihren Höhepunkt. Sie wurde offenbar innerlich richtig zerrissen, aber ich war nicht minder zufrieden, da sie mir ja durch das Bad, daß sie mir verpaßt hat, den größten Liebesbeweis gegeben hat, den sie mit geben konnte. Sie war richtig fertig, sie legte sich kurz neben mich um sich etwas zu beruhigen, gab mit den besten und zärtlichsten Zungenkuß, den ich je bekommen hatte und meinte dann zu Irene: "Er ist wirklich gut, probier in mal aus. Ich möchte jetzt mal sein können eine Station weiter unten ausprobieren." Irene nahm das Angebot gleich beim Wort, zog ihren Slip unter dem Rock aus und meinte dann zu mir: "Dann wollen wir mal sehen, ob Du auch in der Lage bist zwei Frauen gleichzeitig richtig glücklich zu machen." Dann wurde es Dunkel um mich da sie sich mit ihrer Muschi so über meinen Mund plazierte daß der Rock über meinen Kopf viel. Christine bearbeitete nun zunächst mit ihren Fingern meinen steifen Penis, doch schnell begann sie auch ihre Zunge und den Mund mitzubenutzen. Sie muß förmlich meine Anspannung bemerkt haben, denn kurz darauf sagte sie zu mir: "Vergiß nicht, daß Du nur auf mein Kommando kommen darfst". Was wirklich nicht leicht war, so wie sie mich bearbeitete. Jetzt bemerkte ich, wie sich der Druck auf meinem Gesicht verstärkte, so sehr, daß ich kaum noch atmen konnte. Offensichtlich ein Protest auf die Passivität meiner Zunge, da ich durch Anjas Aktionen so abgelenkt war, daß ich nicht mehr weiterleckte. Natürlich nahm ich jetzt sofort meine mir zugedachte Arbeit wieder auf und gab meine bestes. Christine bearbeitete in der Zeit meinen Penis weiter, jetzt spürte ich immer wieder, wie sie ihre Scheide an meinem Penis rieb, immerwieder spürte ich, wie meine Eichel zwischen die Schamlippen glitt, dort einen augeblick verweilte und dann wieder rauskam. Stückchen für Stückchen durfte sie tiefer rein, und stück für stück spürte ich einen stärkeren Widerstand. Auch wurde Christine wieder merklich feuchter, so daß es immer leichter ging. Auch Irene schien ihrem Höhepunkt immer näher zu kommen und auch siefüllte mich regelrecht mit Scheidenflüssigkeit ab. Aufeinmal wurde es kalt um mein Glied, Christine schien es mit Gleitmittel zu behandeln. Gleich danach stieg sie wieder auf mich und stimulierte sich und mich weiter mit ihrem kleinen Spielchen: Penis ein kleines stückchen rein und gleich wieder raus. Ich glaube ich wurde noch nie so stark stimuliert, ohne einen Orgasmus zu bekommen. Aber ich genoß es sehr. Ich merkte wieder den leichten Druck an der Eichel, die ein kleines Stück in der Scheide steckte, doch diesesmal wurde der Druck stärker, ich hörte wie Christine kurz aufschrie und dann war ich das erstemal ganz in ihr drinnen. Sie hielt einen moment inne und begann dann leicht mit dem Becken zu kreisen, voller Ekstase schrei sie, Du darfst jetzt kommen, ich will spüren, wie Du in mir kommst, sie fing wieder an heftiger zu atmen, richtig zu stöhnen und ihre Beckenbewegungen wurden immer intensiver. Diese laute schienen auch Irene jetzt mehr und mehr zu erregen und sie begann sich mehr und mehr an meinem Gesicht zum Orgasmus zu reiben. Die Aktionen von den Beiden ließen mich natürlich auch nicht unberührt und so konnte auch ich mich nicht mehr zurückhalten. Fast gleichzeitig kamen wir alle zusammen zum Höhepunkt. Ich spritzte eine riesige Ladung Sperma in Christine und mein Penis wollte garnicht mehr aufhören zu pulsen. Irene beugte sich jetzt nach vorn und begann die Mischung von Anjas Liebessaft und meinem Sperma, daß langsam zwischen meinem Glied und ihrer Scheide rausfloß aufzulecken. Mein Penis verlor langsam seine Stärke und Christine rollte sich zur Seite um neben mir zum liegen zu kommen. Sei küßte mich zärtlich und begann dann, meine Geschlechtsteil von den quälenden Seilen zu befreien. Irene war noch immer damit beschäftigt meinen kleinen Mann sauber zu lecken. durch Zufall schaute ich zur Seite, wo ein großer Spiegel hing, ich sah mich an, ein interessanter Anblick, ich sah aus, als ob ich gerade aus der Badewanne kam und diesen Zustand hatte bestimmt nicht zu verdanken, weil ich geschwitzt hätte. Dabei berührten ihre Brustwarzen ganz schwach meinen Bauch, es war ein erregender Kitzel. jetzt begann sie an meinem Penis zu saugen, und ruckzuck war er wieder richtig steif. "Ich habe ihn Dir wieder einsatzbereit gemacht" sagte Irene zu Christine. "Ich wünsch Dir viel Spaß, für mich ist jetzt erstmal eine Dusche angesagt" meinte sie noch mit einem Augenzwinkern und verschwand aus dem Raum. Christine lag noch immer neben mir, spielte jetzt aber wieder mit ihren Händen an meinem besten Stück und flüsterte mir ins Ohr: "Ich hoffe Du bist Dir im klaren, daß Du mich entjungfert hast. Danke, es war ein tolles Erlebnis, nicht so wie man es immer hört. Es war nur ein kleiner kurzer Schmerz, wirklich nicht der Rede Wert. Dafür hast Du bei mir noch was gut." sagte sie, fügte aber gleich noch hinzu: "Aber erst nach den 48 Stunden, die Du mir gehörst". Sie band mir die Hände los und kümmerte sich dann weiter um mein bestes Stück, während ich abwechselnd ihren zarten Busen und die niedlichen Brustwarzen streichelte und damit ihre Knospen schön hart hielt und ihre geile Muschi massierte. Das ihr das gefiel zeigte mir sie, in dem sie ihre Beine immer breiter machte, um mir besseren Zugang zu verschaffen. Hin und wieder steifte ich mit meinen Händen über ihren ganzen Körper, was nicht nur sie erregte sondern auch mich, da ich ja bisher durch die Fesselung meiner Hände nicht die Möglichkeit hatte, ihren Körper so zu erforsche n.... Continue»
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Christine 10 – Mom, Christine and I in the p

Let me tell you, the rest of the afternoon was pretty fucking tense. All three of us knew something would be happening later but we, well mom anyway, acted as if nothing of the sort was afoot.

By about 5:00 o’clock, the guys had had a few more beers and decided to go in to watch the end of a game on the golf channel. Good, check!

About an hour later, mom and Christine go in to get supper for the k**s but we’re not hungry and decide to pass. Mom goes downstairs to offer dinner to the guys, comes back and tells me that they’re both passed out. Good, check!

Christine takes the k**s to the f****y room, turns on the tv, gets the Playstation going and they are also gone for the evening. You know k**s right, glued to the set until their parents f***e them to go home.

The three of us have spent the better part of the afternoon in the water and we’re looking forward to being outside in the dry for a change. The evening is warm but mom turns on the outside gas fireplace and we sit in the gazebo. We all know what’s on our minds.

“Well Donna, you sure know how to throw a party.” My aunt says. “That was a great day dear, the food was excellent, the pool was perfect, this evening is so very special.”

“Yeah mom, you really outdid yourself.”

“Thank you, I like having you around. It’s always really nice.”

“Well, you haven’t “had” me yet,” Christine says with a devilish grin. Mom looks at her, smiles and looks down. She’s shy and doesn’t know how, or probably if, she’ll move forward on all this.

Christine bends over and thanks her by giving her a s****rly kiss but I nearly fainted when mom probably thought she meant otherwise and kisses her instead. Of course Christine doesn’t move away. Fucking sex starved maniac that she is. They’re both sitting on the love seat in front of me. I’m all alone in my rocking chair, nursing a coffee watching the show.

Mom hums when Christine starts licking her lips and starts caressing her legs. I tell you, mom isn’t as shy with Christine as she was with me. Right away her legs open up and she gives access to her s****r’s hand. Mom has changed in a light wool button down sweater and skirt and when she opens her legs I see she’s got transparent panties with light lace in front. Hummm, this is going to be real nice.

“Christine, we shouldn’t. Not in front of Mark honey, not in front of my son.”

‘Why not? He’s old enough to watch his mom getting fingered isn’t he? He’s already fucked you, can’t he watch you getting pleasured too?” And she proceeded to put her fingers right on the lacy part of her panties, the part right over her clit. And kissing her back, lightly licking her mouth.

From my angle, I can see her fingers bringing mom a little higher and I am getting a hard on. Wearing Bermuda shorts, I’ve got lots of room and I position myself “pointing down” as it were.

Mom can no longer resist. She opens her legs a little wider, brings her hips down on the cushion and looks at me. “Please forgive me but I need this right now.”

“Hey, don’t let me stop you girls, this is very nice,” I say rubbing myself through my pants.

“Don’t let us stop YOU big boy,” my aunt says. “Come on, let’s see some skin.”

“No, you show ME some skin.”

Mom doesn’t lose a beat and unbuttons her sweater giving Christine full access to her transparent bra. Ohhh those lovely nipples I hadn’t seen in a long time. Christine grabs a handful of tits and starts caressing mom’s nipples always kissing her. Mom puts her hand under her s****r’s shirt and brushes her hands over both breasts. The heat is rising and any minute now, I won’t be able to keep my prick in my pants for sure.

“Come on Mark, play with us, that’s not fair, you getting a show and not us.” Christine says. So out I come with my now fully hard dick and I start stroking up and down real slow. I’m going to make this last for sure.

“Humm,’ Christine says, now that’s what I call a hard on. None of our husbands can get it this hard nowadays right Donna?”

“You’re right, that’s what I liked when I fucker my son, he was sooo very hard I couldn’t believe it.”

“Mark, why don’t you come over here and let me taste this for a bit.” Coming from my aunt, I can’t resist and I go and stand by them. Christine keeps on frigging mom’s cunt and takes me all in while mom’s watching. This is fucking perverted but I love it. Christine is pumping me with her lips and mom grabs a handful of balls.

“Oh my, son, your balls are so hot,” and she pushes her s****r aside and SHE starts sucking me off. Holly shit people, I’m going to shoot right away. Not losing a beat, Christine is on her knees, opens mom’s legs, takes her panties down and really fucking goes to town. She’s not licking mom’s cunts, she’s sucking her lips in, she’s almost r****g her with her tongue and mom starts to really shake.

I pull out of mom’s mouth and get behind Christine. “You like it from behind, don’t you dear aunt?” Oh yes, fuck me Mark, fuck me right now.” But instead I lay on my back and also start eating her out through her panties. “Oh you little fuck, you’re going to make me soak my panties.” I do the same to her as she’s doing to mom. r****g her cunt with my tongue, I push the material aside and fuck her with my tongue, as deep as I can get, while she’s got mom’s clit in her mouth.

This is so fucking hot, I can’t believe it. Here I am in my backyard having sex with mom and her s****r. I had been dreaming about this all my fucking life.

“Come here Mark, your turn to pleasure your mom.” She says.

“Oh no, not Mark,” my mom says but by then I don’t give a shit. I’m like an a****l and I’m just about ready to **** any one of them. I get on my knees, and put mom’s legs on my shoulders. You know the position right. Vulnerable, wide open. I bend down, circle my mom’s cunt lips with my mouth and I want to finish what Christine started.

“Oh shit, Oh fuck, Mark you’re my son, you shouldn’t be doing this. Oh fuck, I shouldn’t be feeling this horny.” And then I pull my old trick, I know aunt Christine loves this, but of course, having fucked mom only once, I didn’t try it with her.

I take my middle finger, put it up her ass and start toying with her “g” spot. Then she screams: “Wholly shit, what is this? Oh Mark, this is so dirty. Fuck me, my cunt is on fire. I think I’m gonna pee. Get away”, but instead she cums and floods my mouth with her cum juice. Just as she’s almost coming down, I suck her clit in and give her another jolt through her ass, which creates another powerful orgasm.

Her stomach muscles are contracting, she clamps my head with her thighs, closes her eyes and lets herself cum without holding back. My aunt gets up, kisses her mouth. “You’re beautiful when you cum Donna, I always told you so.”

“Humm, wow, that’s incredible” mom says.

“My turn,” Christine tells me. She sits by mom, she’s already taken her panties off, lifts her skirt a little and opens wide. “Come make me happy dear nephew, like you know how.” Mom sits back and watches while I start eating Christine out.

“Don’t play Mark, make me cum right now, don’t let me hang there.” She says and I pull the same trick.

“Oh you little fuck, I love it when you play in my ass. Oh Donna, I discovered that with him dear. He’s the one who can find my “g” spot on demand and know – oh fuck meee – and know just how to play with it. Oh yes Mark, oh yes, you know I’m almost there don’t you. Oh yes, Donna kiss me, make it perfect.” And mom slides over, grabs her tits and kisses her full on the mouth.

When she cums, aunt Christine screams in mom’s mouth, mom pinches her nipple real hard and pulls it. Christine can’t believe it. Her hips shake, her legs open up, she’s on fire. And she cums, once, twice and then a third little wave hits her.

I sit back and watch these two beautiful mature women come down from their orgasms, still kissing a little, smiling that “just fucked” smile, licking each other’s lips, still holding their breasts. This is a sight to be seen people.

“Hey, what about me?”

“Come here dear boy,” my mom says. Opens her legs up, takes her lips and pulls them aside: “Come and fuck your mom again.”

I take my prick in my hand and just put the head in mom’s entrance while Christine watches. “Oh shit you two are beautiful.” I slide my prick up and down her lips while mom tries to make me fuck her, moving her hips down. “Mark, fuck me son, just enter me, take me hard”.

Very slowly I enter mom, her eyes open wide as I hit bottom. She raises her legs, circles my ass and holds me there.

“That’s it Mark, fuck your mom, give it all to her. You and I can catch up some other time.” With Christine’s blessing, I really start to pound mom. In and out I take her. Grab her tits while I feel her cunt hair mixing with mine. My balls start slapping her ass.

When I bent down to kiss her, she sucked in my tongue while I kept moving in and out of her cunt lips. I was in ecstasy.

“Mark, I want you to do something I’ve always been afraid to ask you dad. Fuck my ass Mark.” You should have seen the look in Christine’s face. “You want him to fuck you in the ass? Holly shit Donna, I didn’t know you were so dirty.”

“You made me dirty the two of you. Please be gentle but fuck me in the ass son.”

I pulled out and her asshole was already soaking wet from her juices. So I positioned myself, “mom, you take control, you lead.” So she puts her legs on my shoulders, her cunt is pointing straight up and she starts sliding her asshole down on my prick. Very slowly. Very gently. Fuck she’s so tight I can’t believe it. She keeps sliding until I’m balls deep but she’s still pushing herself down on my pole.

“Oh Mark, I’m so full and so stretched, I love it.” I can’t help myself and start fucking her a little, very gently, in and out. I take my prick out until there’s just the head in her asshole and move back in.

“Oh Mark, that’s so fucking sexy, I like you like that, go deep, I’m ready now, I’m so fucking ready.”

And this is where I lost it. I really start to pound her asshole like a fucking machine. Christine comes over and starts playing with mom’s clit and sucking her nipples. Mom is groaning in Christine’s mouth and moving her hips down on me.

“Let’s take care of your mom lover. Let’s make her cum again.” But instead, I’m only thinking about myself. I’m going to explode so fucking hard in her asshole, I think my balls are going to come off. Her asshole is so tight I think I’m going to rip the head off but I keep pounding for about two minutes.

Mom is losing her breath, Christine is rubbing her own clit and mom’s and this is when I come in mom’s asshole. So hard, I almost pushed her off the sofa. I pushed my prick inside of her and waited until I couldn’t come anymore.

All three of us are sweating like pigs, our eyes are closed, we’re just catching our breath. I pull out of mom’s ass and lie back on the grass, totally spent. A few minutes go by.

Christine says: “That was THE most erotic sex I’ve had of my life, and I’ve had a few.”
Mom, with her eyes still closed: “You’re right, even YOU dear s*s can’t match this.”
“Wow, that was fucking incredible” I reply my prick still kind of moving on its own.

“Let’s go in the water, I need to cool off,” mom said and we all went in the pool naked.

My mom and I have sex every now and then, on special occasions. She’s no longer afraid of screwing up her relationship with dad, everything’s cool.

Aunt Christine however is a totally different story. I could say I’m her full time lover, we have sex almost every week and she’s even dirtier that she ever was.

And oh yes, she loves anal too, in fact, can’t get enough of it.
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The Awakening of Christine: Chapter II

The Awakening of Christine Part 2

Christine lies on top of Jon after he had his fill. Nothing but deep breadths of exhaustion fills the air. I, still outside the bedroom on the living room couch, just stare at their joined, horizontal position. I am hurt, jealous, and want Jon to leave. From the moment he took her hand, Christine submitted willingly to his desires. Would she have done the same for me?

At the same time, my excitement of how Christine swayed, moaned, and reached orgasm under Jon’s thrusting tongue has tempered my angry emotions. The erotic vision won’t leave my mind.

After a minute or so, John puts his hands on Chris’ ass and slowly spreads her cheeks. She kisses him deeply and then turns her head to me, stretches out her arm, and motions me to come to her. I walk over and take her hand.

“Are you OK,” she asks.

“I think so, but I think it’s time for Jon to leave.”

Chris looks at me with a mocking sad face that tells me she would like to stay longer in his embrace. But she slowly rises from the bed and detaches from Jon; their sweaty skin makes a tearing sound as they part. Her pussy is red from pounding Jon and it glistens from saliva and semen. Her stockings show runs and snags from their tangled embrace.

Jon rises, slowly puts on his clothes, and without a word to either of us, leaves the room. Chris puts on a bathrobe and enters the bathroom to shower. I pour myself a glass of wine and ponder the future.

Aftermath

We talked about what had happened over next few weeks. I expressed to her my dread and envy at the thought of what the future might hold. Yet, I also shared about my pleasure at watching another man take her. In truth, the memory of their union and the notion of seeing something similar again we electrifying. I was conflicted. To willingly set a loved one free and see their pleasure and evolution is a foundation of love; but at what cost? Would I lose her? Does this mean I’m not good enough for her?

It took Christine some days to talk about her feelings. And when she finally did, it was with clarity and honesty.

“I love you so much and never want to be apart from you,” she said. “You were the dashing older man when I met you. You helped me grow up, supported me through law school, and have been so generous. You’re a wonderful lover, real wonderful, and always satisfy me.

“At the same time, I’ve always been so serious about everything. My career, our home, making sure to always make the proper impression on other people; I felt I had to be perfect.

“But I’ve changed over the past year. I feel more attractive than ever. I’m wearing clothes that flatter me. I feel sexual, and taking care of that sexuality is more important for me than many things right now. I need to be free to express my sexuality—to flirt, to tease, and to have fun. Remember, I never had the chance to do that before we met.

I want you to take this journey with me. I know it might hurt sometimes, but know you’re the only one who has my heart. I promise I will never lie to you and will always let you know where I’m at, in any way, with any one.”

Though she never fucked Jon again, she made it quite clear to me that if the situation and feelings were right with another man, she would not hesitate to surrender to his will or try to seduce him if it was her desire.

That Evening with Jon

In the meantime, Christine’s and my sex life moved into high gear. I guess this is what I’ve always heard about an affair “spicing-up” your marriage. Once, about a month after the evening she coupled with Jon, Chris was finally able to talk about her feelings and about what happened. I listened as we sat on our couch over a glass of wine.

“I loved the way he desired me,” Chris started. “The way he looked at me. The way he undressed me in his mind as he inspected me from head to toe. He was like a magnet; when he was with me in the bar, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. When he stroked my thigh, I melted.

“In the room when you gave me to Jon, I decided to let go and let him use me as he wished. Just to be able to not worry about what to do was liberating. When he undressed me in front of you, I felt connected to you in a strange sense. It was like you also let go. I had never felt so vulnerable and naked in my life. When I saw you watched as he slid his finger inside me and probed without challenge, I don’t think I’ve ever been that turned on.

“When Jon took his clothes off, his body was so beautiful, much more so than I had imagined. He was so fit and hard. His cock was thick and large. And when I fucked him, he went way deeper in me than you and filled me up more than I ever thought possible. I don’t say that to hurt you; only to be honest.”

I was not hurt.

Paris

After some time, our conversations about that special evening dissipated into the everyday pressures of work. But I was lucky to receive a multi-million dollar bonus as a result of an anti-trust case which we won…I was the lead lawyer. So we treated ourselves in luxury beyond our normal lifestyle, which wasn’t too bad to begin with. But we were both very happy.

Christine continued to dress conservatively sexy and continued to explore, by herself and with me, her sexuality. We continued to watch our DVDs and experimented with “toys” that ran the gamut from anal plugs to wrist and ankle restraints.

During this period, I was asked to visit my firm’s Paris office for a 5-day meeting. I asked Christine to accompany me and just enjoy the city’s sites and shopping to her heart’s content. She gladly agreed and then we decided to extend the trip another 5 days to tour and enjoy France.

From the first day we arrived, I had to work. And while I did the usual boring lawyer stuff, Chris decided to skip the sites and go right to the Des Chanselise and shop the specialty boutiques. She bought beautiful, sexy outfits and lingerie from Prada, Versace, Ferragamo, and hosiery from Wolford and Aubade.

Q

During my first workday at the Paris office, I met a colleague from our Italian office that was in town to work on the same case. He was about my age, very elegant and charming. Before I went back to the hotel after work, we had a few drinks and got to know each other. He was married with grown up c***dren, and told me that, although he loved his f****y, he liked to use a high-end (and extremely expensive) e****t service when he was in Paris. They provided him young women whom he took out to dinner and then back to his hotel room for the rest of the night. He loved doing it and suggested I do the same.

I laughed at his suggestion and tried to be nice by saying that my wife was with me on this trip and I don’t think it would be a good idea. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, “what a pity.” He then handed me a business card with the letter “Q” embossed on it and a phone number. “Next time you’re in town without your wife, I think you would enjoy what this firm can provide,” he said. I pocketed the card and thanked him, and then wished him a good time for later. “By the way,” he added, “they only take new clients by referral, so don’t forget to mention my name.”

I didn’t think much about the e****t service on the way back to the hotel to meet Christine. And any thought I did have was gone the minute I walked into the room and saw her dressed for dinner. She wore a newly purchased Versace dress that fit her like a glove. It was a simple but classic black outfit, made from silk with a hemline about 2 inches above her knees. Her camel-colored stockings ended at a pair of black Prada pumps. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. How was I so lucky to be married to such a beautiful woman?

“And how was your day?” she asked with a quick smile. I could tell she was happy to be in Paris, out of the office, with a credit card that had no limit. “Do you like my dress?” she asked. I kissed her and whispered that “I love the dress, but I love what’s in it more.”

I let her know that the law case on which I was working was becoming complicated, with many international parties involved and I needed to travel to Berlin for four nights later in the week. She would have to stay behind in Paris.

Two Days Later…The Thought

I’m sitting across the café table from Julien. He is a professional e****t to upscale women living and visiting Paris. He is tall, fit, and handsome, with tan skin signifying his North African heritage. Julien is 26 and has been with the “Q” agency for one year. He is an expert lover, experienced in all forms of erotic pleasure that might fancy his female clients. Let me explain how I came to meet him.

I had called Q’s phone number that was listed on the card my Italian friend passed to me. When a woman’s voice answered, and I immediately said I was of friend of *****. She was very polite and, in perfect French-accented English, asked if I was interested in a woman that evening. When I replied that I was actually looking for a male e****t, she said that her service did not service gay clientele and began to refer me to another company. I assured her that this was not what I was looking for, and explained I wanted to provide my wife with company during our stay in Paris. She asked me what type of man my wife would prefer. I gave her my best guess based on Jon, and she said she had the perfect e****t. I agreed to meet him and, if acceptable, hire him for three days.

He was perfect, and I knew Christine would like him. I told Julien to be a companion to her; take her wherever she wanted to go…museums, shops, restaurants, etc. He was not to be proactive with Christine sexually, but only respond to her desires if, in fact, there was no doubt in his mind she wanted to go in that direction. If she did, Julien was to bestow on Christine erotic pleasures using his highly refined skills. And when I returned, he was to report back to me, in detail, he and Christine’s time together. He agreed.

Initial Meeting

“I don’t want you to be alone in Paris, sweetheart,” I said that evening to Christine. “You don’t know the city that well and I would feel better if you had someone who could take you where you want to go, safely.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Christine, replied. “You’ll be gone only four nights and I can just eat at the hotel or in my room.”

“Nonsense! You’re in one of the greatest cities in the world. It would be a shame not to take full advantage of it,” I said. “In the morning before I go to the airport, I want to introduce you to a young man that a gentleman from the office referred me to. He is a professional guide and I hired him to watch over you while I’m gone. He’ll take you wherever you want to go, and make sure you get there and back without trouble. Anything you desire he can make it happen.”

“That’s very sweet, but are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

And so in the lobby of our hotel, I introduced Julien to Christine. After some greetings were exchanged, I hugged Chris. She whispered in my ear the same words she said before I gave her to Jon a few months before: “Thank you.” I needed to catch my plane and I was late.

The Report

The day after I returned from Berlin, Julien, as agreed, told me about the previous days with Christine.

“For the first evening I hired a Mercedes limo with a private passenger compartment, fully sealed off from the driver except for an intercom. I was dressed in Hugo Boss pinstripes, white shirt, and black tie; appropriate for the very special restaurant where I had made reservations, about 30 minutes outside central Paris. When I pulled up to the hotel, I could see your wife waiting by the lobby entrance, standing next to the doorman who was waiting to assist her. And as I had asked her to do, Christine was properly dressed for the evening. In fact, she looked spectacular in her black dress that fell mid-thigh, a petite gold necklace, and dark gray heels with a thin ankle strap.

“Because of the opaque car windows, she didn’t see me until we pulled up and I opened the door. Your wife’s face lit up. She gave me a warm hug and said, ‘Well, you look quite nice. Dare I say hot?’ I laughed and said, ‘of course, and only for you!’ Thus the beginning of our adventure in fine French cuisine

“Dinner was a joy; the food, the company, and the ambiance made for a special evening. As I personally know the restaurant’s owner, he gave us a table in private corner with muted light, which glowed dark red off the cherry-wood walls and on to our faces. Your wife and I sat next to each other facing the dining room but we did not touch each other. I enjoyed being with your wife; talking and laughing with her, looking into her eyes and at her shapely legs as she walked to the ladies lounge. You are a very lucky man to possess such a jewel. She is a testament to the more mature woman.

“After two hours with a full bottle and fabulous meal consumed, I called the limo on my mobile and we began the return trip back to her hotel. As we walked through the restaurant to exit, I noticed how faces turned in our direction. Both men and women gazed at Christine; some nodded their approval, some just stared. It was magical.

“During the return trip, we laughed and joked some more. At one point, I think for a joke, Christine jumped on my lap and put her arm around my shoulders. I remember us talking nonsense to each other’s face and then, naturally, we started kissing; first touching our lips, then our tongues, which finally took us to a complete lock. As I push deeper beyond her lips and moved with her tongue, she began to sigh. We would break our embrace, look at each other, and then lock again, often with your wife exploring and dancing with my tongue. During breaks I kissed her cheeks, eyes, and ears, probing and nipping at her lobes.

“After again caressing and kissing, I placed my hand on her thigh, which was fully exposed by her ever-rising hemline. At that moment you wife opened her previously crossed legs. I then ran my hands under the black fabric and hooked on to her silk thong, pulling it down passed her knees and across her shoes, which I removed in the same stroke. But I did not return my hand up Christine’s dress after I dropped her panty on the car’s floor. Instead I held her close and continued our kissing to allow her to feel the cool air on her exposed and defenseless pussy. With each passing minute, sweat beads multiplied on her forehead. Her breathing deepened and slowed, as the pungent smell of her perfume filled the dim compartment and my senses. I fell into another dimension.

“Once again I passed my hand along her leg, starting from her calf, along her thigh, and finally to her pussy. But I didn’t stroke your wife’s slit; I slipped my arm between her legs to embrace and fondle her behind. Christine began rubbing her pussy on the thin side of my arm, first slowly, then with a steady and accelerating rhythm. Back and forth, side-to-side, she kept her pace, taking advantage of the lubrication she herself provided.

“We stopped kissing and hugged, cheek-to-cheek, as she grew in passion, I could sense her rising excitement as she strived towards orgasm. I have been with a lot of women, but I’ve never witnessed such as sensuous display of self-pleasure in my life. Her dress, now almost totally to her hips, revealed a perfectly shaved and moist pussy that glistened intermittently as the headlights of oncoming cars passed us in the night.

“And as I watch this dance of pleasure, my own excitement begged me to her partner during this moment. So I squeezed and played with her behind; sometimes stroking it lightly to provide variation. And when I felt her climaxing, I took my middle finger, moistened by her sweat, and inserted it deeply into her rear orifice, at which she drew a massive breadth and held it. As she came, your wife’s anal contractions surrounded my placed finger and squeezed it in pulsating surges that seemed to last for minutes.

“After her orgasm, we both lay in each other’s arms until we arrived at the hotel. Exhausted but still full of desire, she asked me to come up to her room. But I declined, wanting to give her, and me, time to understand just what had happened…and if it was to be repeated in an exact or similar manner. We kissed, and then she exited the car with the put-together grace that she had when the doorman opened the Mercedes earlier that evening. I said I could pick her up for afternoon cafe the next day if she wanted, She happily agreed. But what was to come from our rendezvous, I couldn’t have predicted.
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Christine 9 – Easter.

In the very first part of the story I had told you that my description of Christine, the Christmas party and the Easter party had happened. Indeed they did. This is how Easter “came” and went.

It was my mom’s turn to host the f****y reunion. Not much of a f****y mind you. There’s only mom and Christine on the east coast, the rest of the f****y is either back in Oregon or retired in Florida. So there’s my aunt, her husband and two sons, mom and dad and my two s****rs. My b*****r couldn’t make it this year, being committed to his in-laws get together. That’s cool.

It’s a BEAUTIFUL Sunday. The sun is shinning, it’s hot, in the mi eighties, and mom decides to have the get together by the pool. Dad really went all out with this thing about 10 years back. In ground with a built-in spa that is positioned just under a large tree. A bitch to keep clean I tell ya but nice, really nice.

As usual I’m helping along (I’m not ALWAYS a shithead I’ll have you know), serving drinks, helping with the food, you know the usual f****y stuff.

After lunch, I notice that mom and Christine are into the liquid quite a bit. Dad and my uncle are sitting in the shade (like older guys do right?), watching in amusement. I join them.

“The girls are really getting into a party mood aren’t they?” I say.

“Yeap” my dad answers. “I’m not sure what got into them but they’ve been chatting on the phone for the last 2 or 3 weeks. Whispering, laughing, some nights until your mom almost cries. Anyway, it’s very nice to see them. Not many s****rs enjoy this close relationship all their life.”

My uncle chips in: “It’s true and between us boys, Christine has been so horny lately, I can’ fucking keep up”.

Now, I don’t think I’ve really talked about my uncle. Here’s a quick rundown.

Fucking jerk.

OK, maybe that was too quick. As I already said, the guy’s a dentist but not the f****y type dentist. He’s a surgeon and specializes in drilling people’s gums and bones, replacing bent jaws and also does some facial surgery with a partner. That may sound like a very special man and indeed that is exactly what he thinks of himself. “Full of himself” doesn’t even begin to describe him. But that’s not what most irks me. He always talks down to my dad.

My dad’s no slouch. Before retiring, he owned an e-commerce company that he sold to Google. For $7.5 million. Pocket change for Google, absolute comfortable retirement for my parents. He’s truly a self made man. Didn’t go to college for 4 years, he just picked himself up and created his own wealth. We’re all pretty proud of him but uncle thinks that he’s just an entrepreneur and got lucky.

Plus, and that’s no small thing, my uncle gets to boff Christine more often than I do. OK the cat’s out of the bag, I may be a little jealous. So there. Shoot me.

“Well dear uncle, let’s hear it,” I try and dad looks at me with these “are you outta your mind son?” eyes.

My uncle tells us a couple of events of the past 3 weeks, for example Christine getting out of the shower and going to the f****y room fully nude after the k**s are asl**p and mounting him while he’s watching TV. She says: “Don’t let me disturb you, I just need to fuck.” And he says that’s exactly what she did. He continued watching the game while she fucked him, came, got up and went to bed. “Hey, what about me?” he said. “You’re a big boy, you can take care of that yourself”.

My dad and I almost choked that was so funny. Here she was USING him, and I thought “probably thinking about me all the while”. Hey, can’t keep a k** from dreaming right?

“What about your wife” he asks dad. Now I did NOT want to hear about my parents fucking. Not because of what happened before, it’s just fucking creepy don’t you agree? But dad was already a little under the influence himself.

“There’s probably something in the water but she’s been the same. Now I’m not going to go into detail in front of Mark here but let’s say I’m enjoying retirement and being at home most of the time too.”

“Well gentlemen, I’ll leave you to your dirty stories then”, and I got up to join the girls in the spa.

When I got to the spa mom stopped me: “Mark, can you be a honey and get Christine and I some refills please. Vodka and OJ with some ice.” “Sure mom, my pleasure”.

“Mark… if you’re getting drinks for the girls, can you bring out a couple beers for us too please”.

“Sure dad, no prob.”

I made the girls, and myself, pretty strong drinks, but I thought I needed to get the guys out of the way. So I went to the medicine cabinet, crushed 4 sl**ping pills and put them in the beer bottles hoping it wouldn’t change the taste. I am quite the shit sometimes, I know.

I served the drinks, and joined mom and Christine in the spa.

“So what are you ladies laughing about? We could hear you from tight over there”

“Oh, nothing much, just girl talk you know”

“Well shit”, I said. “Can’t stay with the boys because of boy talks, can’t stay here because of girl talk. What’s a guy to do?” I said with a fake frown.

“No of course Mark, please stay” Christine said hugging me, rubbing her tits on my chest. But mom isn’t looking away, she’s looking straight at us and smiling.

“I’m so happy that you too get along so well, “mom says. “It’s not often that a f****y can be this close.” Was it me or did I detect a hint of, what, “understanding” in her voice and her eyes?

“In fact, we were talking about what a nice gentleman you’ve become” said Christine. “Always ready to help, attentive, straight talker always looking one in the eye. Direct. Firm. Exactly what women like isn’t that right Donna?” – That’s my mom, I don’t think I’ve used her real name so far.

“It sure is Christine, he’s a lovely man and handsome too. Look at that chest of his.”

And I thought that this was going exactly where I wanted it to go.

“You girls have pretty nice chests yourselves I might add” and they started laughing. “You think so?” Christine asked.
“Oh, honey,” said my mom, “what a sweet talker you are” and slid over to me. I’m now sandwiched between my mom and aunt Christine and I’m starting to like this a lot.
Under the water Christine put her had on my leg but, unexpectedly, mom does the same. I don’t know what the fuck to do now. Mom and I had never brought up our previous events again, we had come to peace with the fact but we put it behind us. Here she was with her hand on my thigh and rubbing me while aunt Christine was inching her hand up my swimming trunks.

“Honey, I need to tell you something. You aunt told me everything. In detail. In fact I know you two are almost full time lovers. She’s a lucky girl indeed even if that is so totally wrong that I should spank you. But you are past that age are you not?”

“I don’t mind a little light spanking every now and then”, I answered but I was really shocked.

“Christine, you told mom about us?”

“Yes dear, in vivid detail. Remember your mom and I had a special relationship and we’ve been sharing secrets all our lives. She knows I told you our experience in my room that summer, she knows pretty much everything.”

“Why do you say “HAD”? I remember you told me in that room when you were telling me that story that you liked it so much when she DID that to you.”

My mom’s eyes bugged out: “You TOLD him THAT?”
“No, I didn’t Donna really I didn’t.”
“Told him what?” I asked
“Nothing” mom says.
“Look mom, Christine told me of this episode, told me the details but her mind must have slipped because when she was telling me about you eating her out she didn’t say “when she did that”, but she said “when she DOES that.” I noticed it too, so come on, tell me are you too still having sex with each other?”

A thought I had gone too far because both were just looking at my nephews playing in the pool and not saying a word. Except that my aunt’s hand now reached my cock and started playing with it and my mom’s hand didn’t move away.

With my own hand under the water, I reached over and started stroking my girls’ thighs. Christine’s legs opened right up but mom’s stayed firmly put. OK it was way too early to get things underway. The k**s were up and swimming, their husbands were still drinking and talking although I saw their exchange was slowing down a little and it was full daylight.

I spoke first.

“Mom, did you also tell Christine that you and I had fucked the other day?”
“MARK!!!!” my mom said, I thought she would die.
“Honey!!!!” aunt Christine looked at mom. “You didn’t! You little tramp, I love it.”
“It’s not like he said it really.”

“No it’s not mom, you are right. Let’s say we made love and that it was beautiful. Let’s say that I made you cum so hard you didn’t want it to stop. Let’s say that I discovered a great cock sucker and that your only match is your own s****r. Let’s have it out, we’re all adults here aren’t we?”

Christine chirped in: “Donna, I thought we had no secrets.”

“But Christine, this one is just too awful don’t you think?”

“Not at all, honey, to the contrary. Now one thing I did not tell you was that when Mark and I met that day when I told him about our f****y, he said to me that he would love to see us eat each other out and fuck us both.”

“Oh I’m not sure about that. That would be so depraved, I don’t think I can let myself go that far.” My mom said.

“We’ll see later girls. I’ve spiked your husbands drinks with sl**ping pills and I think it’s already taking effect. We’ll see about that won’t we?” And with that I reached my mom’s bush under the water and just stroked her clit a little. Christine got up, went on mom’s other side and coped a feel on her right tit.

I think the evening should be allright.
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C is for Christine

Christine was adopted from China when she was four years old. She was a "banana," yellow outside but white inside. She only had white boyfriends ever. She married a white man. Now she was almost 40 and having dinner with her husband in a Chinese restaurant. As usual, the waiter tried to talk to her in Mandarin and she shook her head. Her husband had an Asian fetish, naturally. He was checking out the Chinese hostess and some of the other Asian girls eating there.

"What is it with Asian people?" he asked. He was on his third Tsing Tao.

"Huh?" Christine asked. She was eating her rice with a fork.

"I mean," her husband said, a little too loud, "Asian women are just the hottest things on the planet, erotic perfect beauty and Asian men are just . . . small and hilarious!"

"Your gentleman friend needs to keep his opinion to himself," a man at the table next to them said. He was an Asian man, maybe older than Christine. Hard to tell. Christine apologized. Her husband ignored him but he was quiet for the rest of the dinner.

Christine's husband didn't want to go home, he wanted a night cap. They went to a bar in China Town where he ogled more women and had a few more drinks. Christine endured the embarrassment as he flirted with several Asian women and was shot down spectacularly. Someone sat on the bar stool next to Christine and she recognized the man from the restaurant. She offered to buy him a drink. He accepted and they talked about nothing for a while, trying to ignore her husband who had just interfered with a game of pool and was offering to teach a girl half his age how to shoot pool. Eventually he wandered over and sat down next to Christine, smelling like stale beer, eyes barely focused. "Do you like my wife?" he asked the man. With embarrassment Christine realized her husband was talking in a fake Chinese accent. "Very pretty, yes," the man said politely. "See," her husband continued, "I always thought it would be a cool experiment to see a real Asian guy if he would like my wife." "She seems very pretty," the man said, "and now I think it's time for me to go home." "Fuck it," Christine thought to herself. "Well maybe I'd like to go home with you," Christine said. "Yeah, great idea" her husband said, "fuck her and I'll do video." Christine whispered something in the man's ear and he nodded.

They went out to the parking lot. "We can ride in my car," her husband said, fumbling for the keys. "I'll ride with him," Christine said, taking the stranger's arm. "You're d***k, I shouldn't ride with you." This made sense to her husband because he was d***k, and he didn't want to argue, since he was about to see something awesome. Christine got in the car with the Asian man and said "Lose him." He backed out, made three quick turns and her husband was nowhere in site. "You want me to drive you home now?" the man said politely. "Do you want to drive me home now?" Christine asked. "Maybe let's go to my place for a while."

They got inside his apartment and he made her real Chinese tea. He looked offended at how she drank it. "It's been so long since I did this," Christine said after a while, "how do we start?"

"It was 12 years since I left my wife in Hong Kong," the man said, "so we will both learn. How about I help you with that?" He helped her unzip her black dress and it fell to the floor. Christine was wearing black stockings, matching black bra and panties.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"You smell funny," he said, "you eat too much fat, you are a little too fat for what a Chinese girl should be, but . . . to me you still look very beautiful." They made it over to his couch and she undressed him.

"Your cock is a bit small," she said, mostly to get revenge on him for what he said about her being fat and smelling funny, "but if it can stay hard, then it's okay with me."

He came inside her almost right away, but Christine was ready to fuck by that point and straddled him, started rubbing his cock back hard and then slipped it inside her and rode him for almost an hour until they were both covered in sweat and she fell against him, cumming harder than she had in a long time.

When Christine got home the next morning he was passed out on the couch. "So did you fuck that Chinese guy?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, sure I did. We fucked all night." Christine said, in her most sarcastic voice.

"I bet he had a micro dick," her husband said.

"Oh yeah," Christine said, "teeny tiny." ... Continue»
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christine und ich

hallo,ich möchte mich kurz vorstellen ich bin der ben und wohne in berlin.
ich bin 27 jahre alt und arbeite für eine bekannte firma hier im südwesten in berlin steglitz/zehlendorf
ich bin 193 und wiege um die 91 kilo bin schlank
es begab sich im november 2010 als wieder eines der großen familienfeste anstand.natürlich kamen alle verwandten und bekannte die meine eltern so kennen.unter den bekannten war auch die beste freundin meiner mutter,christine.sie kennen sich schon seit fast 25 jahre.in meinen augen war die familie von christine immer auch ein teil meiner familie also man stand sich sehr nah.jedoch über die jahre ist der kontakt ein ganz kleines bisschen weniger geworden.ich schweife aber zu sehr ab.zurück zum fest...
es waren fast 60 leute dort und auch die familie von christine.ich hatte ihre kinder marcus und jana begrüßt und dann sah ich auch christine und ihren mann jochen.wie begrüßten uns herzlich aber schon bei der begrüßung von mir und christine war irgend etwas anders als sonst.ich wusste nicht was es war.ich freute mich das alle leute da waren.etwa 45 bis 50 minuten später,die feier war in vollem gange,da setzte ich mich an die seite an einen kleinen tisch an dem auch jochen saß wir redeten über vieles.jochen fragte mich ob ich denn eine freundin habe und ich verneinte die frage,ich sagte ich arbeitete zu viel in letzter zeit.danach redeten wir über die arbeit und noch anderen kram.da jochen in einem Krankenhaus arbeitet und auch wie so oft an diesem abend bereitschaft hatte musste er unser fest leider schon früher verlassen.also verabschiedeten wir uns schon bald von ihm.
christine hatte ich den ganzen abend kaum gesehen,ncht das ich nach ihr gesucht hätte aber sie war viel mit meiner mutter am quatschen und lachen.
als ich dann so gegen halb 10 wieder an dem tisch saß kam christine an den tisch und sie fiel mir zum ersten mal als eine wunderschöne frau auf(schon komisch ich sah sie immer als die freundin meiner mutter aber an diesem abend musste etwas in der luft sein...) .christine ist um die 165cm hat betörende grüne augen,einen noch sehr schönen körper und echt wohl geformte brüste.sie redete mit mir über alles mögliche und auch über sex(!!!)ich wusste nicht was ich dazu sagen sollte und so erzählte sie mir über ihren besten sex...sie flüsterte mir zu das sie ihn nicht mit ihrem mann jochen gehabt haben soll sondern mit einem viel jüngeren...ich saß da und war erst mal sprachlos...und genau so wie sie an den tisch gekommen war,stand sie auf und ich sah sie dann nur noch tanzen mal mit jana,ihrer tochter mal mit jemand anderem.mir gingen ihre worte nicht mehr aus dem kopf "sex mit einem viel jüngeren..." hmm ich dachte mir nichts weiter dabei und bald vergaß ich auch was sie meinte...
tage später traf ich christine mit einer freundin in der schloßstraße. sie waren augenscheinlich shoppen und gerade dabei sich zu verabschieden.ich meinte ich wolle sie nicht stören doch zu meiner verwunderung bestand christine darauf das ich mit ihr ein kaffee trinken solle.ich dachte mir nichts dabei immerhin kenne ich sie seitdem ich ein kleines kind war.wir setzten uns in ein kleines Café ein wenig abgelegen der schloßstraße und sie bestellte den cappuccino und den kaffee an der Theke während ich mich schon in einen dieser großen ohrensessel setzte und zu ihr rüber schaute. sie drehte sich m zu mir und zwinkerte mir zu. ich dachte“ich zwinker ihr zurück. sie kam an den tisch ließ sich in den sessel fallen und seuftzte,schaute mich an und sagte dieser nachmittag gehört uns...ich redete wirklich lange mit ihr,lange und offen.es war schon fast 17 uhr und ich hatte gegen 18 Uhr ein meeting.ich versuchte christine zu sagen das ich los müsse aber genau in dem moment stand christine auf setzte sich direkt auf meine sessellehne schaute mir in meine augen und gab mir einen kuss.ich versteh bis heute nicht warum und was sie dazu bewegt hat.für mich war das meeting mit einem mal in weite ferne gerückt und es zählte nur noch christine.ich spürte ihre weichen lippen auf meinen und ihre zunge stieß vor und spielte mit meiner.ich dachte mir oooh man was mach ich hier ich küsse die freundin meiner mutter. ich erwiederte ihren ihren fordernden kuss und fing an die innenseite ihrer schenkel zu streicheln sie schaute mich an und sagte lass uns zu meinem auto gehen. Wir standen auf und gingen in richtung parkhaus als wir in den fahrstuhl stiegen drehte sich christine zu mir um ging gerade auf mich zu griff mir in den schritt und sagte:heute gehörst du mir!ich war völlig perplex und gab ihr in diesem moment der unsicherheit einen kuss und ich streichelte ihre vollen brüste.der fahrstuhl erreichte die 4. etage wir gingen nun arm in arm bis zu ihrem auto.ich lehnte mich gegen den smart und ließ christine einsteigen.da saß sie also im kleinen smart und zog mich an sie heran sie öffnete meine hose und griff beherzt zwischen meine beine und massierte meine eier.ich stöhnte auf und schaute ihr ins gesicht und küsste sie.sie flüsterte das sie mich spüren wolle.aber das würde hier nicht gehen und zu sich wollte sie auch nicht denn sie hatte die befürchtung das ihre kinder uns erwischen könnten.ich schlug ihr vor das wir zu mir fahren könnten und ohne weiter nachzudenken sagte sie ja.ich stieg zu ihr in den wagen und musste aufgrund meiner größe mein kopf einziehen zum glück waren wir nach 15 fahrt an meinem appartment,wir stiegen aus und gingen schnell zum fahrstuhl .oben in meinem appartment angekommen gab es kein halten mehr.ich zog ihr bereits im fahrstuhl ihre bluse aus und küsste ihre vollen brüste.massierte sie durch den schönen bh.sie warf ihren kopf nach hinten und sagte das sie von mir gefickt werden wollte.ich hob sie auf die kleine kommode in meinem flur und küsste ihren hals,öffnete ihren bh nahm ihre nippel nacheinander in meinen mund und saugte an ihnen.sie wurden sehr schnell sehr hart.sie befreite sich in der zwischenzeit von ihrem rock und ihrem string.da stand sie nun,die freundin meiner mutter nackt!in meiner wohnung und sie will gefickt werden!
Ich zog mich aus,stand mit meinem steifen schwanz vor ihr.sie kam auf mich zu und wir küssten uns.sie massierte mir meinen schwanz.ich schaute ihr tief in die augen und während sie auf die knie ging und anfing sanft mit ihrer zunge an meiner schwanzspitze zu spielen und meine kuppe in den mund nahm.ich verlor mich in ihren augen und genoss ihr zungenspiel
Wir bewegten uns in richtung couch.dort angekommen beugte sich christine über die lehne und nun war es an mir ihre schöne muschi zu verwöhnen.ich ging in die knie und fing an mit kräftigen zungenschlägen ihre feuchte schamlippen zu teilen.ich leckte wie ein besessener an ihrem kitzler saugte an ihren feuchten schamlippen und drang mit meiner zunge tiiiief in sie ein.sie stöhnte und sagte:“komm und bums mich jetzt in meine enge fotze…hör auf mich zu lecken und lass mich endlich deinen großen schwanz in meiner fotze spüren“ich ließ von ihr ab und zog christine an mich heran ich fuhr ein paar mal mit meinem schwanz durch ihre schamlippen die von meinem speichel richtig nass war.“schieb mir dein dicken fickprügel endlich rein!!!“ ich schaute sie an und drang mit einem mal in ihre heiße enge muschi.sie schrie auf denn sie hatte nicht damit gerechnet.sie riss ihre augen auf und sagte mit bestimmter stimme:“und jetzt bums mich…benutz mich…ich will von dir nur noch gefickt werden…komm schon….jaaaah lass deiner eier an mein arsch klatschen ooooh jaaaah…“ich fickte sie mit mäßiger stärker und hielt sie an ihrer hüfte fest.mein schwanz verschwand in ihrer nassen muschi aber nur zu ¾…ich stieß sie jetzt noch tiefer und sie stöhnte lauter und sagte zu mir das sie noch nie so einen langen schwanz in ihrer fotze hatte.mein schwanz ist um die 20 cm lang und ich dachte naja gut dann wollen wir mal die ganzen 20 cm in dir verschwinden lassen.sie atmete schwerer und stöhnte immer lauter.auf einmal schaute sie mich an und sagte:“ich will deinen saft in meiner fotze…jaaa komm in meiner fotze und spritz mich voll…ich will das du mein loch zum überfluten bringst..!“sie war eine so völlig andere person in dieser situation…aber das gefiel mir.
Ich steckte immer noch in ihrer muschi die nun völlig nass war ich rutschte aufgrund dessen mehrere male aus ihr heraus sie steckte ihn aber immer wieder sehr schnell in ihr loch. Wir fickten ungefähr um die 2 std. ich kam am ende bis zu drei mal…zwei mal in ihrer muschi und ein mal in ihrem mund
Bis heute treffen wir uns noch 2-3 mal in der woche und haben sehr schönen sex
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Christine und ich 2ter Teil

Hier ist also der zweite Teil.
Ich will mich hier nicht nochmal vorstellen alles was man über mich wissen muss steht im ersten Teil.Und da setze ich auch wieder an.
Nach diversen Ficks mit Christine und viel Spaß zusammen an den verschiedensten und ungewöhnlichsten Orten will ich euch heute ein vor 2 Wochen in Bad Saarow schon fast zu perversen Fick beschreiben.
Es war Ende Oktober und Christines Mann Jochen war mal wieder auf einer Weiterbildung des Krankenhauses in Belgien.Ich wusste das es wieder an der Zeit war mich mit Christine zu treffen und hemmunglos zu ficken.Wir trafen uns in der Nähe unseres Lieblingscafés in der Schlossstraße.Ich sah meinen geilen Fickengel schon aus dem Auto.Sie hatte diesen Faltenrock und eine dickere Jacke an.Ich hielt neben ihr an und ließ sie einsteigen.Sie gab mir einen langen kuss uns presste meine Lippen auf ihre.Ich spürte ihren heißen Atem an meinem Hals so als wenn sie kommen würde.Wir fuhren also nach Bad Saarow und hatten ein ganzes Wochenende voller Sex vor uns.Es war ein nettes Hotel in dem wir uns eingemietet hatten.Das Zimmer bot viel Platz und das Bett war auch groß genug.Sobald wir ins Zimmer kamen sprang Christine aufs Bett um die Standfestigkeit zu testen und Ihr könnt euch drauf verlassen das Bett musste viel aushalten an diesem Wochenende.
Doch zum Betttest zurück.Christine lag auf dem Bett alle Viere von sich gestreckt und hatte die Augen geschlossen und wartete mit gespitzen Lippen auf ein Kuss von mir.Aber ich ließ es mir nicht entgehen sie ein wenig zu überraschen also legte ich die Taschen ab und öffnete meine Hose und schlich zu ihr und gab ihr anstatt einen Kuss meinen halberigierten Schwanz zwischen ihre heißen Lippen.Es dauerte nicht lange und(mein Schwanz und ihre Zunge waren ein eingespieltes Team)ein dicker Schuss heißes Sperma landete auf der Tagesdecke und in ihrem Gesicht.Sie sagte zu mir "dieses Wochenende werde ich dich trockensaugen und ficken bist du nicht mehr kannst"."WOW" ja,das war auch das einzige was ich zu diesem Zeitpunkt sagen konnte
Wir besuchten am Nachmittag die Saunalandschaft und entspannten dort bis zum fortgeschrittenen Abend.Wir bestellten beim Zimmerservice noch ein wenig Pasta und eine Flasche Wein.Wir zogen uns noch ein seltsamen Klassiker im Hotelfernsehen an aber konnten die Finger nicht von einander lassen.im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes.
Ich begann ihre schon völlig nasse Pussy zu fingern und sehr intensiv zu lecken während sie an meinem Schwanz saugte als würde es kein morgen mehr geben,ich umkreiste ihren Kitzler und stieß mit meiner Zunge immer tiefer in ihr triefendes Loch...ich ließ sie an meinem Schwanz saugen und drückte ihren kopf weiter auf meinen Schwanz.Ich wollte ihr direkt in ihren Hals spritzen aber sie ließ von mir ab und setzte sich mit ihrer von meinem speichel vorgenässten Pussy auf meinen Schwanz und ritt ihn wie vom Teufel gejagt.
nach ungefähr 30 minuten sah sie mich an und sagte "ich will das du mir meine Fotze mit deinem Sperma vollpumpst...los!!!komm in meinem Loch!!"und ich ließ mich nicht 2mal darum bitten und mit voller Kraft pumpte ich mein heißes Sperma in ihre triefende Fotze.Ich sah,nachdem ich meinen pochenden Schwanz aus ihrer Pussy zog,wie ihre Muskeln in ihrer Pussy mir dem Sperma spielten.Wir gingen duschen und auch unter der Dusche ließ sie nicht von mir und lutschte an meinem nur noch halbsteifen Schwanz."es sieht ganz so aus als wenn du deine Versprechen hälst,Christine"sagte ich im Spermarausch.Die gesamte Nacht lutschte sie an meinem Schwanz und ich denke ich kam noch 3 mal.Sie schlief sogar mit meinem Schwanz im Mund ein.Das ließ ich mir nicht entgehen und machte ein photo.Sie wachte vor mir auf und ging unter die Dusche.kam splitternackt wieder und setzte sich auf mich.Sie sagte "du...wir haben heute etwas ganz besonderes vor..!"ich fragte was es denn sei und sie knutschte mich ließ kurz von mir ab und flüßterte "wir werden heute mal was ganz besonderes ausprobieren..."und küsste mich weiter.ich sagte ihr "ok ich lass mich überraschen".Wir ließen nach einer solchen Nacht den Tag langsam und sehr gemütlich angehen.Wir bestellten beim Zimmerservice nochmal das späte Frühstück und O-Saft.Wir ließen nicht voneinander und hatten die Hände und Finger überall,bis Christine aufstand und nach ihrer Handtasche suchte.nicht das es ungewöhnlich war,aber sie kam it einem kleinen beutel zurück.Ich fragte sie was denn in dem Beutel sei.Bekam keine Antwort aber ich ganz bald was sie geplant hatte.Sie hatte eine kleine Pille in der Hand und bat mich die Viagra zu nehmen.ich schaute sie mit großen Augen an und fragte warum!Sie sagte"ich bin süchtig nach deinem Schwanz und will ihn die ganze nacht und den ganzen Tag...also bitte" ich laß mir den Beipackzettel an und nach einigem zögern nahm ich die Tablette.Ich merkte als erstes nichts und dachte wir könnten vielleicht noch bei einem kleinen Supermarkt einkaufen...das hatte Christine sowieso geplant.Wir stiegen also in mein Auto und fuhren die 10 minuten zum lokalen Supermarkt.Irgendwie reagierte ich aber schon verfrüht auf die blaue Pille und ich bekam auf dem Nachhauseweg eine Riesenlatte.ich hatte doofer weise meine Jeans an und keine gemütliche Hose
Es machte Christine wohl Spaß mich so zu sehen aber wollte mich noch ein wenig leiden lassen und meinte zum Spaß das ich doch mal zur Rezeption gehen soll und nach extra Handtüchern fragen sollte.Es war mir unangenehm das zu tun denn die Frauen hinter der Rezeption waren jünger als ich und gackerten herum als ich wieder in Richtung Zimmer ging.Also hatten sie etwas gesehen?Endlich war ich im Zimmer und zog mir die Jeans aus und da kam mir der harte Schwanz schon aus der Boxershorts schon entgegen.Christine sollte aber nicht so leicht davon kommen und ich ging zu ihr ins Badezimmer.Ich stellte mich hinter sie und drückte mit meinem knallharten Schwanz zwischen ihre Arschbacken.Sie quiekte kurz auf aber stöhnte dann erleichtert.Ich schob ihren Rock hoch und platzierte meine dicke Eichel an ihrem String.Den zog sie ganz schnell aus und schon spürte ich ihre nasses Fickloch an meiner Eichel.Ich drang in sie ein.Das ging leichter als ich gedacht hatte denn sie war ungaublich feucht.ich stieß sie hart und massierte ihre Titten Durch den dünnen Stoff der Bluse.Sie riss die Bluse auf und ich hörte diverse Knöpfe in das Waschbecken fallen.Sie schaute mich an an mit einem Blick den ich vorher nicht kannte sie schaute mir in die Augen und der Blick verriet vieles aber das was ich hörte war kaum zu glauben sie sagte"ich will mit dir ein Rollenspiel spielen.ich will das du mich so nimmst wie du es willst nimm mich als wäre ich eine Hure die es hart braucht und ich will das du mich so lange bumst bis ich nicht mehr kann...mit der Pille schaffst du das glaub mir...also hör auf jetzt und komm gleich nochmal ins Bad,dann gehts los,das Spiel"ich zog mein Rohr aus ihrer Pussy und sah meinen glänzenden Schwanz.ich verleiß das Bad und kam allerdings nach wenigen Sekunden wieder rein.Dieses Mal aber stürmischer und fordernder.Sie war etwas überrascht das es dann alles so schnell ging
ich zog den Rock runter und massierte mit 2 Fingern ihre nasse Möse.Sie stöhnte laut auf und schaute mich mit ihren schönen Augen an.Ich leckte sie und merkte wie ihre Hände auf der Suche nach meinem Schwanz waren aber ich ließ sie leiden.Ich fingerte sie nun mit 2 Fingern und schaute sie dabei mit einem Lächeln an.Ich genoss es sie ein wenig leiden zu lassen.Sie schaute mich an und bettelte nach meinem Schwanz.Ich ging mit ihr zum Bett und legte sie hin.Ich sagte ihr das sie jetzt an meinem Schwanz saugen soll.Darum ieß sie sich nicht lange bitten sie nahm meine Eichel in den Mund und sie spielte ungefähr 10-15 mit ihrer Zunge an meiner Eichel und meinen Eiern
ich war kurz davor zu kommen und sagte ihr das ich aber in ihr kommen will und nicht in ihrem Mund.Sie drehte sich um und ich sah ihre glänzende Muschi
ich setzte mit meinem Schwanz an und stieß mit einem mal meine ganzen 20 cm rein und ich hätte in dem Moment schon kommen können aber ich hielt mich noch zurück ich stieß so 30 mal hintereinander und dann spritzte ich in ihr nasses Loch ich zog meinen Schwanz aber nicht herraus sondern ließ ihn in ihr stecken und stieß sie weiter.sie drehte sich zu mir um und schaute mir in die augen und sagte"los fick mich weiter ich wil das du heute alles in mich hineinspritzt...bis ich nicht mehr kann!!!LOS!!!"ich bewegte mich wieder schneller in ihr und während ich meinen Schwanz immer wieder in ihr Loch rammte massierte ich ihre schönen Titten mit den schön harten Nippeln.Wir wechselten die Positionen öfter und nach ungefähr noch 2 mal abspritzen sagte sie eine Pause bräuchte.Das ignorierte ich denn ich war kurz davor nochmal in ihrer,von meinem Sperma verschmierten Pussy zu kommen.Ich spritzte ihr noch ein mal in ihr Loch und dann ließ ich von ihr ab.wir sanken beide auf das Bett und Christine scheif relativ bald ein.Ich schaute sie noch ungefähr 10 minuten an und bewunderte die wundervolle Frau ich gab ihr einen zärtlichen Kuss und dann schleif auch ich ein.Wir wachten relativ früh auf denn ihr Handy klingelte und ihr Mann Jochen war dran.Wir waren schon verwundert denn er rief jeden Tag an.Er hatte offensichtlich wirklich viel zu tun und wollte nur einige Sachen abklären.Nach ungefähr 10 Minuten mit ihm am Telefon verdrehte Christine ihre wunderschönen Augen und grinste mich mit diesem unglaublich verschärftem Mund an und leckte sich über die Lippen.Sie kam zu mir und zeigte auf meinen Schwanz und dann auf ihren Mund."wow"dachte ich mir...will sie tatsächlich während sie mit ihrem Mann am Telefon ist an meinem Schwanz saugen??ich dachte nicht lange darüber nach und manövrierte meinen Halbsteifen in Richtung Mund von Christine.Kaum saugte sie an meiner Eichel entwich mir ein leises Stöhnen und sie sah mich mit großen Augen an."Was wenn Jochen dich hört" stand in ihren Augen;was sie allerdings nicht davon abzuhalten weiter an meinem Rohr zu lutschen.Nach weiteren 5 Minuten legte sie das Handy zur Seite und fokusierte sich nur noch aufs Saugen.Und nach 10 minuten kam ich in ihrem Mund und spritze ihr alles in ihren Rachen und sie verschluckte sich fast an dem heißen Sperma.ich ließ von ihr ab und schlich ins Bad.Christine kam 5 Minuten später ins Bad und meinte zu mir das dass grade das geilste war was sie je gemacht hat.Ihren Mann Jochen am Telefon zu betrügen...
Den Vor-und Nachmittag verbrachten wir dann noch in der Saunalandschaft und hatten fast die Zeit vergessen.Wir mussten nach Berlin zurück und Christine musste ihre Tochter Jana von einer Bekannten abholen.Also machten wir uns noch völlig aufgegeilt auf den Weg nach Berlin.Und Christine konnte es nicht lassen und bließ mir auf der Fahrt einen...ich spritzte fast alles auf die Windschutzscheibe...das war ein unvergessliches Wochenende mit meinen geilen Fickengel Christine


Ich werde euch auf dem Laufenden halten und hier weitere Ereignisse von uns schreiben

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Christine la chaude !


Ma coiffeuse est jolie. Vraiment très jolie. Elle n’est pas grande, mais très bien proportionnée, brune aux yeux noirs à l’éclat intense quand elle vous regarde. C’est elle qui me coiffe depuis longtemps, et personne d’autre dans le salon. Au fil du temps une communication amicale, pour ne pas dire une complicité, s’est installée entre nous. Elle est toujours habillée de façon très chic, parfois sexy, voire carrément provocante. Elle affectionne les pantalons moulants, toujours dans les tons clairs, souvent taille basse, et sacrifie régulièrement à la mode en laissant voir son string dépasser du pantalon, juste à la naissance des fesses. Le salon n’étant pas climatisé, elle porte la plupart du temps des petits hauts minimalistes, sans manches, dans des tissus souples et fins. Bref, dès que j’entre dans le salon, la voir me réjouit la vue, et les sens en général…
L’histoire que je vais vous raconter s’est passée récemment, un jour de juillet particulièrement chaud.
Contrairement à mon habitude j’avais pris rendez-vous en fin d’après-midi, juste avant la fermeture. J’étais le dernier client et, le hasard faisant bien les choses, le patron de Christine avait une course à faire. Alors qu’elle commençait mon shampoing, il lui demanda si, ce soir-là, elle pouvait fermer le salon à sa place. “ Pas de problème, dit-elle, j’ai un double des clefs. A demain. ” Puis elle continua à me laver les cheveux. Comme souvent, elle me frôlait par inadvertance en tournant autour du siège pour faire son travail. Elle ne devait même pas s’en apercevoir mais moi j’attendais, j’espérais ces contacts rapides et furtifs. Tantôt un sein s’appuyait un bref instant sur mon épaule ou sur ma nuque, tantôt une hanche frôlait mon bras ou ma cuisse. Et tandis qu’elle faisait comme d’habitude consciencieusement son travail en devisant avec moi, je frissonnais comme d’habitude à chaque contact et je ne pouvais détacher mon regard de ses fesses rebondies serrées dans son pantalon blanc sans poches ni coutures, du motif en dentelle ponctuant l’attache des trois lanières de son string et de son soutien-gorge couleur chair, visible sans difficulté par l’ouverture de son corsage en mousseline rouge. Sans doute émoustillé par la chaleur, l’absence de son patron et quelques pensées plus érotiques que d’habitude, je remarquai que ses seins avaient une forme parfaite, un galbe admirable, serrés qu’ils étaient dans leur écrin plus qu’ajusté. La maille fine et souple du soutien-gorge laissait voir sans ambiguïté ses aréoles sombres et ses tétons, curieusement tendus et gonflés. Ces visions plus que sensuelles eurent un effet immédiat : je me mis à bander dans mon bermuda comme aux meilleurs moments, presque gêné à l’idée que Christine s’en aperçoive. A ce moment je sentis une pression des seins de Christine sur mon épaule moins naturelle que d’ordinaire, moins furtive, presque volontaire, juste avant qu’elle ne dise : “ Voilà, le shampoing est terminé, si vous voulez passer dans ce fauteuil. ” Elle s’écarta pour me laisser passer et nos regards se croisèrent dans le miroir : il était évident qu’elle cherchait ce contact visuel et quand elle eut accroché mon regard, elle me gratifia d’un large sourire. Je me dis que quelque chose d’inhabituel était en train de se passer. Quoi exactement, je l’ignorais, mais cela ressemblait à un de ces petits jeux de séduction anodins que j’affectionne.
Je m’assis donc devant le miroir et, au même moment, malgré la musique diffusée par la petite chaîne hi-fi posée dans un coin, j’entendis un déclic, alors que Christine revenait vers moi pour me présenter une blouse à enfiler : elle venait de verrouiller la porte du salon ! Mes soupçons (mes espoirs ?) se confirmaient : j’entrais dans un véritable jeu érotique, initié par ma coiffeuse, laquelle allait jouer un long moment au chat et à la souris avec moi, avant une apothéose mémorable !
Au lieu de me laisser me débrouiller avec la blouse, elle tint à me l’enfiler elle-même, glissant ses mains sur mes bras pour remonter chaque manche. Elle appuya enfin ses deux mains sur ma nuque pour m’obliger à baisser la tête afin de nouer les cordons de la blouse. Une fois le nœud fait, elle enfonça brusquement ses doigts dans ma tignasse épaisse pour un massage aussi bref que sensuel. Se faisant elle avait appuyé ses seins contre mon dos (comme je suis plutôt grand, je dépasse nettement du dossier). Comprenant le signal, je voulus empoigner ses fesses en lançant mes mains en arrière, mais je ne rencontrai que le vide : la coquine s’était esquivée prestement ! Alors qu’elle passait devant moi, je voulus récidiver mais je reçus le même accueil, ponctué d’un “ Pas touche ” autoritaire mais souriant. Par contre, me tournant le dos, elle se pencha pour prendre ses ustensiles dans un tiroir, les jambes tendues : je pus admirer à loisir son petit cul parfait, ses fesses rondes et sublimes, littéralement peintes en blanc par le tissu ajusté. Elle se retourna lentement, les jambes légèrement écartées, en posant lentement peignes, ciseaux et rasoir sur la console devant moi. Son regard était vissé au mien, mais je m’en détachai pour admirer son côté face, au moins aussi excitant que son côté pile. Sans que je m’en rende compte, elle avait déboutonné son corsage jusqu’au nombril. Ses seins apparaissaient fièrement entre les pans de tissu rouge, gonflés par le soutien-gorge mais sans doute aussi par l’excitation. Le tissu couleur chair était si fin que ses seins semblaient nus. Mon regard alternait entre sa poitrine et son bas-ventre : son pantalon si serré laissait deviner un gonflement des lèvres de son sexe, séparées par le sillon de sa vulve tracé dans le tissu. La forme de son sexe était si nette que je l’imaginais presque sûrement rasée : un sexe féminin imberbe, même protégé par le fragile rempart d’un string, ne peut se dissimuler bien longtemps lorsque l’excitation le gonfle ainsi !
Il était impossible qu’elle ignore encore mon propre désir : son regard descendit en effet vers mon bermuda, sous lequel la bosse allongée de mon sexe hyper tendu était évidente, et un large sourire éclaira de nouveau son joli visage. Le regard pétillant, elle défit le dernier bouton de son chemisier, l’ôta, puis passa lentement ses mains derrière son dos pour dégrafer et faire glisser son soutien-gorge, en un mouvement aussi sensuel que féminin. A la vue de sa poitrine libérée, je ne pus m’empêcher de lancer : “ On se demande pourquoi vous mettez un soutien-gorge, vos jolis seins n’en ont vraiment pas besoin ! ” Pour toute réponse, Christine me sourit, posa un doigt sur ses lèvres en disant “ Chuuut… ”, avant de lécher lentement son doigt d’une façon on ne peut plus suggestive. J’avais l’impression de rêver : venu pour une simple coupe de cheveux, comme des dizaines de fois auparavant, j’avais maintenant devant moi ma coiffeuse à demi nue et visiblement décidée à ne pas en rester là ! Pour ajouter à ma confusion, elle prit ciseaux et peigne et commença son office, comme si de rien n’était !
Mais là c’en était trop et dès qu’elle repassa devant moi je plaquai mes mains sur ses fesses et l’attirai à moi. Déséquilibrée, elle tomba sur moi et je reçus ses deux seins fermes et bronzés sur mon visage. L’occasion était trop belle et j’embouchai le téton le plus proche, le léchant et le suçant, et le mordillant dès que Christine faisait mine de s’écarter. Avec mes mains, je caressais fermement ses fesses rebondies, je remontais sur les hanches élastiques. Je voulus sentir la peau nue de ses fesses sous mes doigts mais le pantalon lui collait trop à la peau, ce serait pour plus tard. Christine ne pouvait pas se dégager car pour éviter de se blesser elle avait écarté ses mains qui serraient toujours ses outils de travail. Je desserrai mon étreinte pour lui permettre de libérer ses mains et en profitai pour me lever et l’asseoir à ma place dans le fauteuil. Je posai mes mains sur ses seins et commençai à descendre lentement vers son ventre ferme, jusqu’à la fermeture Éclair qui cachait son trésor intime. Je commençai à l’ouvrir, lentement, laissant apparaître petit à petit la dentelle de son string. En même temps, elle commença à tirer sur la ficelle de mon bermuda et à le faire glisser le long de mes jambes, jusqu’à ce que je n’ai qu’à l’enjamber pour m’en débarrasser. Je continuai mon exploration, glissant mes doigts sous l’élastique du string jusqu’à rencontrer une minuscule touffe posée délicatement sur son mont de Vénus, seul vestige d’une toison brune envolée il y avait peu : en effet la peau le long de ses lèvres, gonflées et déjà humides, était encore douce comme du velours. Mes mains continuèrent leur chemin le long de ses hanches, vers ses jolies fesses rondes mais mon approche était entravée par l’étroitesse du pantalon : je pris alors ses mains, occupées à jouer avec mon sexe à travers le tissu qui le cachait encore, et les lui posai sur ses hanches avec un regard qu’elle comprit sans difficulté.
Elle se releva d’un geste souple et gracieux, et commença à faire glisser son fourreau vers le bas, en un mouvement lent et terriblement sensuel qui fit monter d’un cran ma pression interne. Tandis qu’elle se dénudait ainsi, j’enlevai le reste de mes vêtements afin d’être à égalité avec elle. Alors qu’elle se relevait après avoir dégagé ses chevilles de son pantalon, elle fit une pause au niveau de mon ventre, prit mon sexe entre ses mains et l’approcha de sa bouche humide. Je m’attendais à une fellation en bonne et due forme mais ce ne fut qu’un échantillon : elle enroula sa langue pointue autour du gland, le titillant d’une façon experte, tandis qu’elle passait ses mains sous moi afin de me caresser simultanément les testicules. J’étais tellement tendu qu’elle n’avait nul besoin de me tenir la hampe alors qu’elle la léchait lentement de haut en bas, s’arrêtant quelques secondes sur le gland avant de recommencer.
Après quelques minutes de ce traitement, je n’y tins plus et je la prit par les épaules pour la relever, et la plaquer contre moi, afin de sentir la pression de ses seins fermes sur ma poitrine, la chaleur de son sexe nu contre mon ventre, et de pouvoir enfin plaquer mes mains impatientes sur ses fesses si attirantes. Je laissais mes mains la caresser sur toute la peau que je pouvais atteindre, la mordillant au cou et à l’oreille, mais sans l’embrasser : il n’était pas question d’amour entre nous mais seulement d’un coup de foudre charnel, voire a****l. Elle faisait de même avec une fougue qui tranchait avec sa réserve habituelle. Juste avant de la retourner pour me coller à son côté pile, mes doigts firent une brève incursion à l’endroit le plus secret de son corps : écartant doucement ses fesses, je posai un doigt aventureux, préalablement mouillé dans son sexe inondé de liqueur de plaisir, à l’entrée de son petit trou, le massant doucement et exerçant une simple pression sur sa rosette, elle aussi déjà légèrement humide. Je fus satisfait de constater que, loin de s’en offusquer par un quelconque mouvement d’humeur, Christine semblait apprécier cette visite incongrue : elle se tortillait de plus belle contre moi et se cambrait sensuellement afin d’aller à la rencontre de mon doigt, si bien qu’elle le fit entrer en elle d’autorité sur quelques millimètres. Je me retins d’aller plus loin pour le moment et je la retournai donc prestement, la forçant à appuyer les mains sur les accoudoirs du fauteuil. Je pus alors à loisir caresser ses seins aux bouts durcis et surtout appuyer mes doigts sur sa vulve, douce, gonflée et trempée, tantôt la massant de petits mouvements circulaires, tantôt la pénétrant d’un ou deux doigts inquisiteurs. En levant les yeux, je pouvais nous voir reflétés à l’infini dans les miroirs en vis-à-vis, ce qui accroissait mon excitation et sans doute celle de Christine.
Au bout d’un moment, je la poussai devant moi vers le canapé du coin salle d’attente. Après l’avoir allongée, j’écartai doucement ses jambes pour jouir de la vue de son sexe nu et incroyablement gonflé. Les lèvres de son sexe brillaient de son liquide intime et j’approchai lentement mon visage de ce sanctuaire sexuel si attirant. Avant de passer aux choses sérieuses, je lapai son suc tel un chaton lape son lait et je lui fis goûter en lui tirant la langue, qu’elle téta avec un sourire amusé. Peut-être était-ce la première fois qu’elle se goûtait ? Je retournai vers son ventre pour enfin faire pénétrer ma langue entre les lèvres de son sexe. Je la léchai à grands coups, m’arrêtant régulièrement pour titiller du bout de ma langue le bouton rosé de son clitoris, ce qui déclenchait des spasmes de plaisir dans son corps. Je la soulevai légèrement et passai mes mains sous ses fesses afin de plaquer le mieux possible son ventre doux contre mon visage. Tout d’un coup, elle m’empoigna par les cheveux, me releva la tête et me dit d’un air faussement ingénu : “ Je n’aime pas recevoir trop sans donner un peu. ” J’eus à peine le temps de m’interroger sur ses paroles sibyllines qu’elle m’allongea à sa place sur le canapé, se retourna pour placer ses jambes de chaque côté de ma tête et s’installa pour un 69 très bien venu ! Tandis qu’elle replaçait son sexe au-dessus de mon visage, elle emboucha d’un seul coup mon sexe dressé jusqu’à ce qu’il bute sur sa joue, et commença à faire aller et venir sa tête, appuyant délicieusement ses lèvres le long de ma tige, et les refermant en un baiser torride sur le gland à chaque aller-retour.
Un désir différent s’emparant de mon corps, je la repoussai doucement et la basculai face à moi sur le canapé. Je lui relevai les jambes sur la poitrine, appuyant mes bras au creux de ses genoux pour exposer de façon totalement impudique son sexe luisant et ses fesses parfaites, encadrant son petit trou rose et plissé. Ainsi immobilisée, elle ne put que subir (mais avec un total consentement) la pénétration de mon sexe tendu dans son vagin impatient. Elle était tellement mouillée que je sentais à peine le contact de ma chair dans ses chairs. J’entrai lentement et profondément en elle, jusqu’à ce que ma toison frotte son ventre délicat et nu. Je m’arrêtai un instant pour jouir du plaisir intense que cette position me procurait, et me délecter de l’expression de pur plaisir qui se lisait sur le visage de Christine : elle retenait son souffle, un sourire radieux éclairant ses yeux et ses petites dents blanches mordillant sa lèvre supérieure.
C’est elle qui donna le signal de l’action et ondulant du bassin sous moi afin de sentir mon sexe bouger en elle. Je perdis alors toute retenue et je commençai à la baiser à grands coups de reins : j’allais si profondément en elle que je sentais son pubis cogner contre le mien et je quittais presque son fourreau de chair à chaque impulsion vers le haut. Après un long moment ainsi, je fis une pause pour lui éviter l’ankylose et j’en profitai pour la retourner, l’agenouiller le long du canapé et lui appuyer les seins sur les coussins en velours. Elle se cambra naturellement, ayant compris que la vue de son petit cul m’était plus qu’agréable. Sans la faire plus attendre, je retournai dans la profondeur accueillante et brûlante de son ventre. La position était plus confortable pour elle et lui donnait plus de latitude pour bouger, ce dont elle ne se privait pas. Afin de me maintenir en elle, j’empoignai fermement ses hanches élastiques et continuai à la pistonner avec autant d’ardeur. Ayant trouvé une coordination parfaite de mouvements, nous fîmes ainsi l’amour comme lion et lionne pendant de longues minutes, jusqu’à l’apothéose. Sentant ma semence prête à jaillir, je m’arc-boutai et collai mon ventre à ses fesses, agrippant avec tant de f***es ses hanches que j’imprimai la marque de mes doigts sur sa peau mate, tandis qu’elle se figeait sous moi : nous jouîmes exactement en même temps, mêlant nos cris de plaisir sexuel dans le silence du salon, avant de retomber, elle sur le canapé et moi sur son dos perlé de sueur.
Au bout de longues minutes, nos respirations se calmèrent enfin, et, reprenant conscience de l’univers qui m’entourait, je remarquai que la chaîne hi-fi jouait Europa de Santana. Je me redressai doucement, étalant du bout des doigts la petite flaque de sueur nichée au creux des reins de Christine. Avant de me retirer de son sexe inondé, je flattai son petit cul d’une tape amicale. Mais, à mon grand étonnement, au lieu que mon sexe ait repris des proportions plus que modestes, je bandais toujours de façon plus qu’honorable ! L’atmosphère chaude et la situation inhabituelle devaient en être la raison. Je décidai alors de ne pas laisser passer une si belle occasion et, avant que Christine ait commencé à se relever, je lui maintins le buste penché et la croupe tendue vers moi. Glissant mes doigts entre les lèvres de son sexe, je les enduisis le plus possible de son lubrifiant intime et les approchai de son petit trou. Je le massai précautionneusement pour l’humidifier, d’abord sur la corolle puis à l’entrée. Avec un doigt, puis les deux, j’explorai sa grotte étroite, tentant de l’assouplir autant que je pouvais. Christine ondulait des hanches, visiblement peu gênée par mon incursion intime. Quand je sentis que mes doigts allaient et venaient sans difficulté en elle, je les fis quitter leur cachette et pointai mon gland à l’entrée de son cul, bien plus accueillant que seulement quelques minutes auparavant. Le premier round d’amour m’ayant quand même émoussé un peu, ma tige était plus souple et je fus obligé de la guider tout en avançant lentement dans ce fourreau aussi étroit qu’attirant. Pendant que je regardais mon sexe s’enfoncer millimètre après millimètre, j’entendais les soupirs d’aise de Christine. Elle était complètement détendue et ne bougeait plus, attentive à accueillir en elle cette tige de chair. La progression dura un long moment, permettant à nos sens de s’échauffer de nouveau, jusqu’à ce que mon ventre bute contre ses fesses : j’étais enfin entièrement en elle, au fond de son cul que j’observais, que j’admirais (que je convoitais ?) depuis si longtemps dans ses écrins de tissu.
Tout alla très vite ensuite. Je recommençai des va-et-vient de plus en plus rapides, tandis qu’elle ondulait sous moi de droite à gauche (sans doute était-ce le mouvement qui lui procurait le plus de plaisir pendant la sodomie.) Mais la pression sur mon membre du tunnel de chair où j’étais logé était bien plus forte que celle de son sexe, et la jouissance ne tarda pas à monter et à exploser. Comme la première fois, je m’agrippai à ses hanches au moment de jouir, et l’orgasme qui me submergea fut d’une intensité rarement atteinte : c’était dû sans aucun doute au fait de jouir deux fois de suite de façon si rapprochée. Complètement vidé de toute énergie, je m’écroulai sur le dos de Christine, non sans remarquer qu’elle n’avait apparemment pas encore joui. Mais en même temps je la sentis changer de tempo et agiter son ventre d’avant en arrière afin de me faire coulisser amplement entre ses fesses : c’était plus facile car après mon double orgasme, mon membre avait nettement rétréci et n’offrait plus que très peu de résistance. Il ne lui fallut que peu de temps pour me rejoindre en un orgasme qui fut tellement fort qu’il lui coupa le souffle : elle rejeta la tête en arrière, la bouche grande ouverte, mais aucun son ne sortit d’elle, puis elle retomba sur le canapé, comblée, apaisée et inerte.
Savourant le plaisir intense que nous venions de nous donner mutuellement, nous restâmes sans bouger encore quelques instants, avant de nous désunir, et de nous rhabiller tels quels, afin de garder encore quelques heures le souvenir de ce moment unique, à travers mon sperme, son suc et notre sueur.
Au moment de quitter le salon, je prononçai les seules paroles dites depuis longtemps : “ Au revoir. Je rappellerai pour prendre de nouveau rendez-vous. A bientôt donc. ” et j’empruntai la rue qui conduisait au parking où était ma voiture, sans me retourner, mais la tête et le corps emplis de souvenirs charnels et érotiques inoubliables.... Continue»
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Aunt Christine 1 The Christmas Party

Aunt Christine 1 Intro and the Christmas party

My mom’s parents had 10 c***dren. The last one, aunt Christine is 17 years older than I and the baby of her f****y. She has 2 k**s, both boys, and we as cousins always got along even though we never really hung out. Her husband is a dentist. They’re what one would call, a “perfect” f****y. 



Christine is really one fine woman. 5’6” about 135 lbs, legs that come up to her armpits and D cups, I would say although I’ve not yet measured them if you know what I mean. By far, her best assets are her legs. Perfectly shaped, great thighs, she’s in nylons and skirts most of the time with open toes shoes. I could let you build your own picture but Susan Sarandon comes to mind if you want a public figure, including hair that comes down to her shoulders and are always brushed kinda like it’s not set but in fact she’s spent a good amount of time getting it like that.



THE CHRISTMAS PARTY

A few years back Christine invited the whole f****y for a Christmas party. Around mid December, we were all in the holiday spirit. They have a very large dining room and we all had our own seat at the table even though we were cramped a little. Now, I’m the type to always help around and I asked her to help with anything that could make things easier for her. Now, don’t get your minds going, I’m talking about serving food, cleaning up shit. You know boring stuff. 



“You’re such a sweetheart, thank you, I’ll gladly accept”, and then she whispers, “You know I think I invited too many people, just thinking about the next 4 hours and I’m already tired”, and then she flashed me her beautiful smile, turns around and goes to the kitchen. 



So in order to be close to the action she asks that I sit next to her at the table, close to the kitchen. Sure, no problem. We serve the soup and salad and we sit. Now with this many people around the table, despite its size, we’re a little cramped and my aunts legs are right up against mine, and yes folks this is where my mind starts growing, and where my dick is playing tricks on me. I’m single and I haven’t had a good fuck in over a month. My mind is really in overtime right now. Christine is her usual great hostess, laughing and joking with people, moving about on her chair and not moving away from me one bit. In fact, I’m thinking that maybe she’s enjoying rubbing against me. 



Her skirt rises up a little and – oh shit – I see skin. She’s not wearing pantyhose; she’s wearing those clingy type nylons that come up to mi-thighs. In a fit of madness, I would want to put my hand up her skirt and grab her pussy, but again, this is happening in my mind except that my dick doesn’t know the difference between fantasy and reality and gets ready for action. Ahh shit, how am I gonna get up to help her now?



We’re finishing up the soup and salad, I rearrange the snake trouser down my leg and knowing that I’ll be up in a minute, it starts to get back to normal. Wow, I won’t look like a sex-starved a****l after all. 



So we go to the kitchen and Christine opens the oven, bends down a little and her skirt opens up a little. You know the type with a slit in the back up to the top of her nylons? Well, that’s what she’s wearing. High heel shoes that form her calf perfectly. She really looks like a woman, a real, full-bodied, mature, self-assured woman. My type exactly. 



We are alone in the kitchen and there is ample room that we don’t even need to get close to one another but when she brings the roast to the cutting counter she brushes against me when she puts the roast on the board. OK, that’s cool but she SHOULD have moved a little but doesn’t. 



“Thank you again Mark, I really appreciate the help” and she kisses me on the cheek, like an aunt does. While I’m cutting away, she doesn’t move, that would have been the time for her to do so, but no, she’s right up against my leg. “You’re welcome aunt Christine, I really like helping you anyway” and I want to return the kiss on the cheek but she turns her head and kisses me on the mouth. Not a lingering kiss, just a peck, but she DID turn and she DID offer her lips. 



“Holly shit, what was that?” I think. “Probably just the wine that’s getting to her a little”



We serve everyone, get back to the table but when she sits down, Christine actually lifts her skirt and displays that little bit of thigh at the top of her nylons. No-one can see, there’s just the two of us at the very end of the table so I’m fantasizing that this must be for me. Again, she’s acting like there’s nothing going on, talking away, serving wine to all, including me, giving me this great smile and looking into my eyes when she does so. If I was in a bar, I would say that this woman is coming on to me. 



I finish my meal but being the polite boy that I am, (well not at a “boy”, I’m in my twenties by then), I wait for them to finish. But I have a plan. Since I have nothing to do with my hands, I simply rest them on my lap but my fingers are to the side, almost touching Christine’s legs. Since we’re so close, she moves around and her legs touches mine but she can feel that my hand is there. She looks down, smiles at me, and moves her leg a little closer, her skin touching my hand. 



OK, there can be no pretense now. She definitely feels this, she’s definitely letting me put my hand on her skin. She’s definitely NOT moving away. I can’t let myself go but after a few minutes and in a moment of boldness, I put my hand on her thigh just to test the waters. She turns, looks at me and smiles. I inch my hand up and caresses her skin but this is where she draws the line. She takes my hand and moves it back down her nylon, not off her legs, just down a little. 



I did not want this moment to end but we had to get up to go back to the kitchen and when we got there we didn’t say a word. She starts cleaning up cutting area and when I got behind her, I brushed against her skirt and she puts her ass out a little. I put my hand on her skirt and move down to that heavenly opening. 



When I reach in, she sighs: “Oh Mark, don’t do that please”. Of course I ignore her and start caressing her skin in the back of her skirt, moving up to her ass. No panties. Holly shit, I can’t believe it, she’s not wearing panties. 



“Wow,” I say, “Aunt Christine, you’re a naughty girl aren’t you?”

“Don’t tell your uncle, in fact don’t tell anybody, I’d be so embarrassed” 

“Of course not, this will be our little secret.”



I go back to the dining room, leaving her almost breathless in the kitchen, smiling at me when I leave. 



I think I may have a plan here.... Continue»
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Christine 2 – Playing in the kitchen

“Where’s your aunt?” my mom aks.
“She’s just cleaning a little getting coffee and desert ready” I answer. Smiling all the while.

A few minutes go by and Christine yells out
“Mark, coffee’s ready, can you give me a hand please”

Of course I practically run to the kitchen and Christine is still at the cutting board, coffee cups all lined up, cappuccino machine going.

“How can I help you aunt Christine?” I ask going behind her and rubbing her ass very gently.

“Hmm, don’t please, It’ll show that I’m hot. You know me my skin gets red when I’m turned on”
“Oh, so you’re turned on now are you?” and I keep massaging her ass but she just cannot move away. My hard on is starting to show, I get real close to her ass and hold myself so close she can feel it, and starts to rub her ass against me.

From behind, I quickly grab her tits and kiss her neck.

“Oh no Mark, stop this right now, someone may come in.” So like a good boy, I move away but she’s almost beet red by now and her skirt has risen up to where I can see flesh.

“I think you dropped something aunt Christine”, and I bend down, put my hand on the inside of her leg and slowly go up to where I meet skin, at the top of her nylons. She sighs, and I keep going.

“Oh Mark, don’t. Don’t touch me like that please you’re making me shiver”, but of course, I’m not ALWAYS a good boy and I keep going up to the point where I feel her cunt hair. It feels like it is closely cropped but not shaved. She seems to have a full, but short, bush. I love it.

From behind, my hand goes up to her cunt and I start caressing the inside of her thighs, the bottom of her ass. I cup her cunt in my hand feeling its fullness when she really opens her legs and grabs the counter.

“I’m so on right now you could make me come any minute, please stop”

Instead I insert my thumb in her cunt and rub her clit with my index finger. She moans and spreads her legs even wider.

“What’s taking you so long”, my mom says as she comes in to the kitchen.

I get up from behind the counter and say “Christine was making a mess back there, I had to wipe off some coffee, we’ll be right there”

“Let me help” mom says. “Are you OK Christine, you look like you’re about to faint”
“Oh it’s nothing probably a little too much wine”.
“You’re all flushed. Go and sit down, let Mark and I take care of coffee and desert. You’re working yourself too hard, I’ll take it from here. Go, Shoo. Go sit with the rest.”

And with that she goes.

“What was really going on here Mark?” my mom asks in a tone that she uses when she will not tolerate bullshit. A tone I’ve heard a few times since my teenage years.
“Like I said mom, Christine dropped some coffee and I was wiping it off”
“Were you looking up her skirt when you were down there? I’ve been watching you watch her legs and her skirt since we got here. Attractive isn’t she?”
“Well she is, but she IS my aunt. So nothing weird going on mom”
“You’re a big boy and she’s a grown woman. Just don’t do anything stupid OK?”
“Mom, nothing’s going on alright!”

And I thought my mom is a little more aware that the old gal I thought she was.

So the evening progressed, coffee, brandy and dessert were just fine, thanks for asking. We played it cool from the kitchen episode since I thought mom was keeping an eye on me more that usual.

Around 10 o’clock, people started leaving and at 11:30 there were just my mom and dad, myself, Christine and her f****y left. So my mom says: “Well we better go too, it’s been a fantastic evening Christine, thanks for inviting us” and she looks at me with these “come on let’s go” eyes.

“Mark, can I ask you one more favor and stay a while just to help us clean up, the kitchen is really a mess. I’ll drive him home tomorrow”, since I my parents had given me a ride, thinking I would drink too much to drive.

“Sure, I don’t mind, it’s true the house really needs some cleaning, even more that the kitchen. We can do the kitchen tonight and I’ll help for the rest tomorrow if you guys want.”

“Oh you’re a sweetheart,” Christine said smiling like she’d just won the lottery.

So we walk my parents to the door and when mom pulls me aside and whispers: “Don’t you go and do something stupid”.
“MOM!” I strongly whisper back, “she’s my aunt for Pete’s sake”.
“You don’t know you’re aunt that way, she’s done stupid stuff before, I know”.
“Mom, please, she’s my aunt, don’t worry willya?”
“OK son, I won’t, have a good night”

Before my parents are out of the driveway, I start picking up glasses and empty plates in the living room, take them to the kitchen.

“Your uncle is really beat. He asked me if it was OK if he helped you tomorrow instead of tonight and went to bed. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

OK folks, this is where I know she’s set me up. Now we’re alone in the kitchen, uncle is upstairs, probably already asl**p, in fact he wasn’t “beat” he was “d***k”.

I waste not a minute and grab her in my arms and kiss her, passion is rising, my tongue goes in her mouth, back out, licking her lips, I grab her ass and lift her skirt up.

She lifts her leg and lets me run my finger down the crack of her ass, down her thigh, those nylons are driving me fucking crazy. I turn her around and sit her on the counter and just dive. All of this in about 2 minutes.

“Oh, you little fuck, you’ve been driving me crazy all night. I’ve been thinking about you eating me and fucking me since you first rubbed my ass. Come on little stud, eat me.”

And I thought: “What the fuck is this? My aunt? A sex starved maniac?” while I’m running my tongue up her slit. As I thought she’s not shaved, she’s got a full bush but trimmed. I love it. She puts her legs on my shoulders, puts her hands on the counter and lets me eat her out like she’s never gonna get fucked again in her whole life.

When she starts breathing fast I know she’s on the verge. I bring her forward a little and insert my middle finger in her ass and start rubbing her G spot through that little membrane that separates it from her asshole.

“Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck, I’ve never had this done to me, Oh shit,” and she comes hard against my mouth, rubbing her cunt up and down my face. Clamps her legs around my head and moans deep.

When she comes down from her orgasm she kisses me and licks my lips, tasting herself. “Man she’s a real hot MILF this one” I think, and I hope she’ll let me fuck her. Of course.

“So you liked my little slitted skirt didn’t you? Well now you can fuck me from behind like I know you’ve been wanting to do all night”. She turns around and instead of hiking her skirt, she brings it down just letting the crack of her ass to show. “Come Mark, take me from behind”

By now, I could cut steel with my dick and I slowly enter her cunt from behind, I grab her tits under her white satin blouse and really pound her. Trusting so hard I think I’m going to lift her up the floor. I fuck her for a about 10 minutes when she says “Fuck my ass dear nephew, go slow and easy but fuck me in the ass”.

Now believe it or not, I had never done this before. Wanted to, but never did. She’s so wet by this time that I just get some cunt juice on my dick and I go in verrrry slowly but ball deep.

“Oh yes,” she says, “oh fuck yes. Come deep in my ass Mark, make your aunt come from her ass”. Not able to hold back anymore, I pound her ass until I spurt and squeeze her nipples making her cum again.

We never in fact finished cleaning up the kitchen. We kissed passionately before she went up to her shower and her room. I used the f****y room shower, got into bed and, I think I probably passed out instead of just falling asl**p.

My aunt is one hot bitch.
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Christine 4 – Going all the way.

Where were we? Oh yes. Christine just kept on driving after I had made her cum in her car while she was driving me home.

But as the other story says, she wanted me to be her slave for a few hours.

You might remember Christine. Long legged aunt, who always wear skirts and nylons that just clings to her skin. So I sit back in the Mercedes’ warmed leather seats and I let her take charge. She’s driving, and I turn around a little, ogling her. Her breasts are pointing forward and, since she just came, her nipples are still poking out of her sweater. She didn’t even bother to bring her skirt down giving me an unobstructed view of the top of her nylons, the skin of her thigh and a little bit of her laced panties.

We drive for about 20 minutes when she pulls into a hotel parking lot.

“Wait here”. She goes in but I lose sigh of her. She comes out with her room electronic card key, smiles, reaches over and kisses me. You know like lovers do. A tender, warm, full of passion kiss. The type of kisses that aunts don’t normally give their nephew. “Follow me dear boy, I’ve got things to show you.”

By now, I think I’m like a little puppy. I would follow her through quick sand, through a hurricane; I’d follow her anywhere. The room is three floors up but she wants to take the stairs and leads the way. All three flights of stairs, I’m looking at her ass and her legs. Her high heel boots, her nylons. I think she’s making a show of her ass, exaggerating the swing a little.

We get in the room, oversize king size bed. The room is warm but smells wonderful, the curtains are drawn, it’s a little dark but we can see where we’re going alright.

“Go take a shower while I get the place ready”, she instructs. Not domineering like, just something that I should do.

I run to the bathroom, strip and get in the shower. I’m soaping away but the door opens and she comes in, stark naked.

“Want company?” she asks.
“… … …”, I can’t speak.
“What, cat got your tongue?”
“You’re beautiful aunt Christine”.
“Why thank you Mark, that’s very nice of you.”

Naked, she’s got legs that almost come up to her armpits. Long, perfectly formed with a waist that tapers off her hips just perfect. Flat stomach with just a hint that she’s had two boys. Round tits with nipples that point straight out. I already told you about her trimmed bush but now I’m looking at it and it looks trimmed a lot closer that I seem to remember from feeling it last night.

To me, she’s what an ideal mature woman should look like. So she gets in, and embraces me, kissing my neck, running her hands down my back down to my ass.

“Oh Mark, I want to make love to you so bad. Will you fuck me later?”

Does a bear shit in the bush as my dad used to say?

I don’t think that an answer is needed. This is, as they say in literature, a rhetorical question. (OK I’ll stop the lessons right here folks, sorry). I still have my soap and I start lathering her back but she moves away a little and I soap up her tits as she closes her eyes. Down, to her legs, I bend down, wash her calf, go up the back of her legs and I go to lick her but she stops me. “No, not now. Just keep touching me all over.”

I oblige. My warm soapy hands are all over her body. I go behind her, grab her tits from behind, run my hand down her stomach, hover over her trimmed bush with the tip of my fingers, inside the legs with both hands going down each thigh. Of course by now, I’m hard as a horse and I slip my dick between her legs.

“OK my turn” she says. But she uses a different technique than I used. She goes behind me, reaches between my legs, grabs my balls and starts stroking my dick from behind. You know the feeling guys. Warm soap, a hand that is just firm enough. She’s playing with the shaft but every now and then strokes the tip. I’m sure my prick is going to rip at the seam.

“I think we better stop here” she suggests. I want to keep you rock hard for me later on.

We dry off, she takes my hand and takes me to the bed that she’s prepared for us. The white sheets are turned back, the pillows are ready, we get in.

“Make love to me Mark, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to make love to me”. Of course, I think I’m dreaming. I start kissing her all over. Sucking a nipple, caressing her stomach, stroking her legs, She grabs my hand as lovers do. You know, fingers intertwined? I start kissing her, I get on top of her and naturally, hard as I am, I put the very tip of my prick at her entrance.

“I’ll fuck you when you ask me my dear aunt, not before”. The tip of my prick almost enters, fuck she’s wet and hot. Her lips open a little and she raises her hips to meet me but I pull back. “Oh no you don’t.” I say which makes her groan. A deep a****l groan. “Oh come on you little fuck, don’t make me beg for it.”

I give one push. Ball deep and then I come out as she takes a deep breath. “Oh that was deep, of fuck, I love it, Oh shit, fuck me Mark.” Instead down I go, kissing her tits, kissing her stomach making my way to her cunt.

You cannot imagine this feeling of having my aunt, fully nude, writhing almost under me. Her cunt lips are moist, open; and her closely trimmed bush is inviting. My tongue brushes her lips, opens them and slowly, from her asshole to her clit I lick. A full wide tongue lick, covering her total hole, both her lips and then I feel her clit. By now she can’t stop moving her hips. Up and down, while I grab both nipples and squeeze a little. I move my hands to her ass, grab both cheeks and lift her up a little. Now able to push my tongue into her cunt, I enter her and lick some more.

“Don’t stop now you little fuck. Don’t stop, Oh I‘m gonna cum with your tongue inside of me. Oh shit. Oh you little fucker, you’re making your aunt come with your tongue. Oh Mark, Oh Mark,” she sighs, “Oh shit I can’t believe my nephew is eating me out. This is so fucking nice and depraved. Oh fuck this is nice.” I put one finger in her ass and start playing with her G spot. My little trick works. She scream. “Ahhh, what is that?, How are you touching me?” But by then she can no longer speak. There are just noises and grunts coming from her. My tongue massages her clit, my finger is rubbing her from within her ass and Christine lets go. Her stomach contracts, her legs shake, tears are running down her face. She pees a little in my mouth. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before, I’m so sorry”, but since I keep licking she knows I don’t mind. Another wave hits her but she’s flat out on the sheets, only her stomach is moving. I snuggle her clit and graze over it with my mouth. Another small wave, she’s just out for the count I guess.

“Come up here and fuck me. This was so intense, I can’t even move.”

I go up, start kissing her face, her neck and her mouth. I take her in my arms and start rubbing the length of my shaft between her cunt lips. Moving ever so slowly, she raises her legs and puts them behind my back. “Mark, make love to me, take me right now.” My prick goes in balls deep and I stay there, sucking her tongue, playing with her right breast.

“Hummm”, she groans and starts moving her hips to take me further in still. This is so fucking sexy. We fuck for about 10 minutes like that. Slllllllow and sexy. Deeeeep, so deeeep. At one point she just lays there, looking at me and smiling. “Oh Mark, this is so fucking perfect. You’ve been hard for at least ½ an hour and you just keep going. Let me ride you.”

We don’t even decouple. We roll over, aunt Christine still on top of me. I lay back when she sits up showing me her perfect firm tits. This is when she does what drives me fucking crazy. She doesn’t go up and down, but rather she rotates her hips. This I cannot stand. She puts her fingers inside of mine and looks down with this smile of hers that just drives me in lustful ecstasy.

“Oh aunt Christine, don’t. Not like that, I’m going to cum in a minute of you keep this up, I’m so deep inside of you.”
“I now, I want you to cum deep, I’m not getting up until you cum.” And she keeps rotating slowly until my balls tighten, then she stops. I groan.
“Like that do you little one?”
“Oh, it’s my turn to beg now, please Christine, make me cum, I’m so hard, I’m going to spew bl**d”

We’re so wet, you can hear the sucking noises our coupling is making. Christine bends down, kisses me, sits up, puts my hands on her breasts. “Here you come my darling”.

Rotating ever so slowly, she takes me deeper still, it that’s possible, I can feel my balls rubbing against her ass. I’ve got a handful of her full breasts, she’s smiling down at me when I come. Oh man, this is fucking intense. When she feels me cuming, she stops, closes her eyes and smiles again. “Hummm I can feel you inside of me Mark. Ohhh wow. Oh fuck, you hot little stud. You’re mine now.” Feels like I’ll never stop cuming but of course I do.

This ended with my aunt and I laying in each other’s arms, kissing. I grab the blanket, cover us up and we fall asl**p.

THAT part wasn’t not cool. Remember the song “Wake up, little Suzy” by the Everly b*****rs? Some bits goes like this:
“We’ve both been sound asl**p, wake up, little Susie, and weep
The movie’s over, it’s four o’clock, and we’re in trouble deep”

Except I’m not at the fucking drive-in with my girlfriend. I fell asl**p in a hotel, some morning with my aunt. She drove me home early afternoon, decided to come in to say hi to my mom, her s****r. When I got in my mom says: “Where you guys been, your husband is looking for you.”

My aunt grabs her cell phone, ringer was off and he had called 6 times.

“Oh shit.” she says, “I took Mark shopping and then lunch and I had my ringer off. Was there anything special?”

My mom’s an old mind reader I think. “No he didn’t say. Anything special on your part?”

“No, we just went shopping and then had lunch. That’s all”

Of course we did not kiss good by. Not even a aunt’s kiss. When she left my mom says: “Mark, you and I need to talk.” You know the mom look?

But that’s for another time.
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Christine 5 – A conversation with mom.

You remember I had left you with my mom wanting to talk to me after aunt Christine dropped me off at home. I was NOT looking forward to this, let me tell you.

My mom poured me a coffee, and we sat down at the kitchen table. We were alone, dad was looking for shit at the Home Depot or something. I tell you after the morning’s events, I was in no mood to talk to mom, but she IS my mom after all so I braced myself and waited.

“Mark, we need to talk about Christine, my sweet, dear s****r Christine. I saw you two last night, I saw her wrap you in like a spider catches flies with her net. As much as I love her, she’s always had a very high sex drive and could never get enough. Now married for over 10 years, I’m sure that her love life with Jack is not up to “her” standards and I fear that you are going to be her next victim. And that’s exactly what I mean, a victim. She’ll use you and drop you without notice.”

“Mom!” I said “you’re talking about your s****r and your son like we were lovers for Crissakes! We went shopping, we had lunch and here we are. Jesus almighty on a crutch mom, we were just hanging out. Now do you REALLY think she would come on to her own NEPHEW?” I knew I was talking too loudly to my mom but I thought, “shit, she knows. I don’t know how, but she knows.”

“Mark, settle down. I’m not saying anything like that but let me tell you I would not be surprised a bit. She’s already done some damage in our f****y and, young as she is, I’m afraid her path of trouble isn’t over. I love you Mark and I just don’t want anything to happen to my f****y again.”

“What do you mean mom, “our f****y” and “my f****y”? “

“Oh nothing special son, it’s just that I’m afraid.”

“Come on mom, if you’re so afraid you can’t just tell me half a story. I’m a grown up mom. If you think there are things I need to know, well tell me.”

“Mark, you have to promise, on your grand father’s grave, that this will be between us.”

“Of course mom, I’ve always trusted you with my secrets and you know you can do the same.”

“In fact, it started at my own wedding. Christine got a little d***k, not falling down d***k, just giddy d***k. Being years younger and a beautiful girl, she’s always been stunning you know, guys started dancing with her. Uncles, guests, even your dad who was then her b*****r in law, if only since a few hours.

As the evening progresses everyone was getting a little bolder with her and she was making no move to stop them. Hands ran down her back, I could see some of my uncles grabbing her ass, running their hands down the side of her dress and she not resisting a bit. In fact, a lot of people were laughing at uncle Harry, you remember him don’t you, he’s since moved to California, because he got such a large hard on – pardon my French – that he couldn’t hide it.

I went to her and told her in no uncertain terms that she should slow down a little, she was making a fool of herself and she replied to me that I was just jealous that I wasn’t the center of attention. I couldn’t believe it and I just thought that this was because of her slightly d***ken state.

She then proceeded to ask your dad to dance, a slow dance, something from Wam if I remember well. Dance they did all right. She practically clung to him and he, being a guy, probably felt bad but did not stop or push her away. I could see her pushing her tits on your dad’s chest, rubbing her thighs between his legs and whispering things in his years. When you dad came back to the table, I reached to him to kiss him and wanted to feel him up under the table. He was so hard I couldn’t believe it. “Did she did that to you?” I asked. He said he was really thinking about me and how he couldn’t way to get me in the room to change and fuck me. – Oh my, I’m really opening p to you am I not? I’m not sure I believed him, but I loved him for telling me this.

After a while, I couldn’t see aunt Christine and went looking for her. I didn’t want her to get in trouble. Since I couldn’t find her I went outside to look and a little farther down the parking lot I could see Harry leaning against his car, it looked like he was smoking a cigarette and I walked up to him. When I was about 10 feet away I could hear him say: “Yes suck me you little hot cunt. I love your tongue on my prick, take me all the way.” And I was afraid of what I would see. I creeped up to the car and of course, it was her giving him a sloppy blow job. “My god” I said “what are you two doing?” Of course, Harry tried to put his cock back in his pants and Christine got up with eyes as big as saucers but no one could pretend I had not seen what I had seen.

“Oh shit, please don’t tell my wife” he said. “Oh shit please don’t tell mom or dad” she said. “You two are disgusting” I said and walked back to the ballroom.

“What the hell, did you see a ghost” you dad said to me, and I should have lied but I was too shocked so I told him the truth. You dad though it was funny having old Harry getting his cock sucked by his little niece.”

By then I was getting my own hard on listening to my mom talking about Christine that way. I could just imagine her sucking my dick that way and I couldn’t wait to see her again. In reality, I was planning to use her instead of the other way around, and I already had a plan.
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Christine 6 – Christmas party

In the previous part of this story, my mom had confided some pretty hot stuff about aunt Christine at my mom’s wedding. Which left me in an uncomfortable state, if I might put it that way.

But life is not a never ending sex fiesta. Life normally is, err normal (having a slow day here people but stay with me). Just to put you back in context, this is around the holiday period and we’re planning our own, intimate f****y Christmas party. Just our own closely knit f****y. My mom, my dad, 2 s****rs, my b*****r and I with spouses. A pretty nice happening. My mom is an excellent cook and she’s prepared this roast beef with the veggies and everything. My b*****r and I got the wine, the girls brought desert.

We’re a pretty fortunate f****y, if not money wise, certainly from a loving, close group.

Dinner ends and I know that a lot of people are going to sl**p over because we’ve all had too much to drink. When my siblings moved away, my parents decided to keep the house for a number of reasons. So when these events happen, everyone has their own bedroom back – very comfortable.

So it’s around 8:00, we’re in the downstairs f****y room, the fireplace is going, some music and we start a game of pool, winners stay, losers give up their spot. I’m sitting there with dad by the fireplace, both nursing our proverbial Johnny Walker red label and we’re chatting away. Being a little d***k, I venture into never visited territory, with dad anyway.

“Dad you know mom talked to me about being careful with aunt Christine don’t you”
“Yes she told me about it but I didn’t agree. I don’t think we’ve got any business meddling in your affairs – if you pardon the bad pun.”
“Well I appreciate that dad, thanks for saying so. But she did anyway and I must say it was a very nice talk. Nothing threatening, just a mom to son talk and I understand where she’s coming from really.”
“What did she say?”

So in a minute or so, I proceed to summarize our talk. When I mentioned the fact that mom had told me that dad had come back to the table with a hard on after his dance with Christine, I thought he would have a heart attack.

“She told you THAT?”
“Sure, nothing to be ashamed off dad, we’re boys right? And she did say that you had told here it was because you wanted to get her back to the room and fuck her.” Of course I’m whispering all of this.
“But that’s not something a son should hear about his parents.”
“Oh come on dad, don’t you think I’ve got a bit of a clue as to how we all got here. Plus mom is still a good looking broad right, I’m sure you must still “do it” tight dad, wink wink nudge nudge”. Since we’re both Monthy Python fans he started laughing, just about spilling his drink.

“What’s so funny”, my mom says, coming over a little tipsy herself.

“Mark and I were just having boy talk that’s all.”
“”And what was it about?” she asks
Dad says: “Wouldn’t be boy talks if some broad was invited in now would it?” and with that my mom slapped his leg. “You dirty rat”, she says smiling at him, “make me some room willya, let me sit on your lap you old unpleasant man.” So she sits on him, gives him a kiss and puts his arms around her waist.

I must say, she’s a good-looking woman. Just turned fifty, she takes real good care of herself, in fact dad does too. They both play golf and run together. I’m very lucky to have parents that still enjoy each other’s company, and it shows, nothing fake here.

Did I imagine or did he just cop a feel of mom’s tit? And did my mom just wiggle her bum on him? I love these parties where the alcohol flows just enough to loosen everybody’s inhibitions. You know me by now, my sex radar is always “on” and I’m looking for sexual signs and actions everywhere and tonight is no exception.

“So tell me boys, what was it that you were talking about?”
“Mark was telling me about you little talk and the fact that you had told him, I still can’t believe it, about the fact that I wanted to fuck you so bad at our wedding night.”
“Is that all he told you?”
“No in fact, and this is worse still, he told me that you had seen me come back at the table with a hard on after dancing with your s****r. Now even I had forgotten about that. Man that’s ages ago.”
“A woman doesn’t forget these things. I also told him about Christine in the parking lot and the fact that you thought it was funny that uncle Harry had gotten a blow job from her.”
“You DID? Geez honey, Mark doesn’t need to know all of that.”
“I think he does, Christine is weaving her web around your son and I just wanted him to know it.”
“You know how I feel about it dear, it’s none of our business.”
“Oh well, doesn’t matter, we just agree to disagree on that. No big deal.”

And as she’s talking and turning to look at dad, then at me, her skirt rises up, showing her nylons. She doesn’t wear those clingy things like Christine does but she’s got killer legs anyway. When she turns to put her arm around dad’s neck, her blouse opens up and I’m looking at a transparent bra with lace all around the edge. No nipple, shit. I’m fucking mesmerized by that.

Dad hugs her real tight and now he cops a feel for sure, there’s no mistaking it, he’s got her tit in his hand and mom grunts a little. She kisses his neck, her skirt raises up a little more – panties – oh fuck, I’m looking at my mom’s panties and I’m getting a semi hard on. Shit, this has got to stop, I can’t be walking around my house with a hard on. I get up to go to the washroom and put to this in its place.

“Anybody want more drinks?” I ask. I feel like a fucking waiter now but anything’s better than sitting there, looking at my parents groping each other and getting a hard on.

People need a few refills, dad hands me his glass and wants another drink. “Thanks son, you’re the man.”

“Here, let me help you Mark, you’ve got too many drinks to take down, you’ll make a mess” my mom says as she gets up.

Oh no, shit please don’t come up to the kitchen with me mom, oh no, please, let me die with my hard on safely in its place. But of course, this pleading is only happening in my head, she gets up, straightens her skirt, and arranges her white satin blouse and starts to go up. I’m picking up glasses and follow her up the stairs, looking straight at her ass. Oh shit, I’ll need to go take care of this little problem over her and beat it (pardon the pun) into submission.

Mom stumbles on the way up and almost falls. My hands are full, I can’t do anything, dad runs up.

“Are you OK, are you hurt?” he worries. “I’m OK, I’m ok really, I just missed the tip of the step over here. These high heels are not good for balance when you’re a little d***k,” mom says to both of us. She gets up and continues up the stairs.

“Wow, I was worried there too mom, it looked like you really crashed.”
“Thank you son, I just missed the step by an inch, nothing hurts but my pride. I AM a little d***k I suppose, I should stop.”
“Oh come on mom, you’re in your own home with your f****y, not going anywhere. We know you mom. You’re the best mom a f****y could have, you can let yourself go for one night.”
“I don’t think I can Mark, oh no, I really don’t think I can let myself go.”
“By the way mom, thanks for telling me about aunt Christine, I know you mean well and I really appreciate it.”
“That little bitch isn’t gonna get my baby son as a lover – over my dead body she is.”
“MOM, come on. Relax it’s OK.”

But then mom started crying.

“Mom,” I said taking her in my arms, “what is it? What’s going on?”
“Mark, I’m just jealous. As god-awful as it is, I’m just jealous. I have to tell you that I’ve pictured her with you and I want to scream. I know how attractive she is. I tell you, if she ever does this with you I’m going to have my revenge and fuck her oldest son. You’re MY son, and you’re MINE even though there can never be THAT relationship between us.”

Holly shit, this had just taken a 90 degree turn.

“Mom, I love you and I will never do anything to hurt you.” I took her in my arms and she clung to me. Stroking her back, I feel her bra and she’s not moving, except getting closer to me if that’s possible. My hard on shows up at this most inopportune moment.

“Mark, is this me?”
“Yes mom, this is you. You’re so desirable; I love the feel of your body on mine. I know we can’t go further but I think you’re the sexiest 50 year old girl alive.”
“Oh Mark, that’s so nice.” She looks at me in the eyes and I can’t help but kiss her.
“Humm”, she says grinding her pelvis into my dick. I grab her ass and make a move to feel her tit but she moves back.

“Oh no Mark, we can’t have that. I’m sorry son, I’m so sorry but we can’t have that.”

I’ll have none of it and kiss her again. This time she lets me slip my tongue in her mouth and really gives in. I grab her tit with my right hand, my hard on is raging, I want to fuck her so bad. I lift her skirt, grab her ass and move to the front; start stroking her clit through her nylons and panties. In a flash, I’ve got my hand down her panties and I’m feeling her bush when she opens her legs and moves back a little.

She’s looking at me with glazed eyes, her nipples are hard and she’s letting me play with her clit. I know this cannot go further and I let her hang, horny and panting.

“Oh Mark, this was so not right. Please don’t ever do that to me again.”

“Didn’t like it mom?”

“I can’t say I didn’t, it’s just so not right,” and she turns around, puts everything back in its place and starts preparing drinks. We make our way back downstairs with drinks, sit back down in front of dad and resume our little conversation as if nothing happened. Except, mom frowns when she sees me lick my middle finger, the very same that was up her cunt 2 minutes before. But we both know it did.

That night I heard mom and dad fuck while I was jerking off in my room. I could not help but think that maybe my mom was thinking this was me fucking her
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Posted by Ticlem69 2 years ago  |  Categories: Mature, Taboo  |  Views: 1712  |  
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Aunt Christine Ten Years Later

I've previously wrote about fucking my Aunt when I was 16 and she was 36. She moved away and icontinued with my life. I was now 26 and much more involved with women when lo and behold, Aunt christine reappeared in our lives. she was now 46 and had put on about 20 pounds. Her big tits were now bigger as was her ass. She moved in with another aunt and i hardly saw her for months. It was the friday of Labor Day weekend when my mother asked if I was busy? It seemed that my Aunt Christine had a job interview for a housekeepers position. it was ten miles away and she had no ride. Could i take her there? I really had no choice so i departed to my other aunt's house to pick her up. She was waiting outside when i got there. She was wearing a blue waitress like uniform. She got in and i couldn't help notice how big she had gotten. As we drove, no mention was made of past history. Actually there was no conversation at all. The address of the house was out in the country. I navigated the back country roads and found the house without a problem. She got out and rang the bell. They let her in and I just stayed in the car. After about 20 minutes, my aunt reappeared and got in the car. She was not happy. i asked how she did and she said she did not get the job. I gave my condolences and started the journey home. Christine asked how i had been and i said fine. I looked over at her and noticed that her dress was up by her fat thighs. She smiled at me and asked how my big cock was? I started to get hard and said it was fine. She raised her dress up over her thighs and I could see some pussy hair. I don't have any panties on she said because i wanted to give the interviewer a good shot at my pussy! I miss that big cock of yours. Why don't we stop out here and the sticks and fuck? I agreed and said that i had a blanket in the trunk that we could lay on. She smiled and pulled her dress all the way up, exposing her bushy cunt. I wanted to fuck her bad now so i found a woode area and drove down to it. I parked the car, got out, and opened the trunk to get the blanket. I spead it unde a tree and started to takemy pants off. Christine had already removed her dress and stood there in a bra, nylons, and bare feet. As I approached her to remove the bra a voice starled me. Stop right there Sonny said the cop that had pulled up behind us. Looks like I'm going to spoil your fun. Officer , said christine, can't we work this out? She then removed her bra and the gigantic tits fell out! What do you have in mind said thecop? Let me suck that sweet prick of yours, she said. The cop looked around and then walked to the blanket. Christine got on her knees and unzipped him. His semi hard dick sprung out and Christine gently grabbed it and began blowing him. He lasted about 10 minutes and then shot a load of jism all over her face! She swallow some of it and then smiled. Are we ok now, she asked.You have one hour until i come back here and you both better be gone. After the cop left I went to retrieve the blanket, but my aunt layed down and spread her legs showing me her wet, juicy cunt. We still have time to fuck, besides Imissed that beautiful hunk of meet. She then got to her knees and started sucking me hard. It didn't take long to get hard and then I shoved my cock all the way in her wet box. We fucked for about 15 minutes, changing positions twice. Finally in doggie style, I shot my load on her fat ass. Even though she had gaine weight, she was still a great piece of ass! We left and i thouht we were finished but i would fuck my aunt again 20 years later when she was 66. But thats another story.... Continue»
Posted by dollarbill365 2 years ago  |  Categories: Mature, Taboo  |  Views: 3358  |  
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Aunt Christine Part 3

I worked in the movies as an usher and wouldn't get off until 10 o'clock. I kept thinking about the surprise Aunt Christine was going to give me. Time dragged, and I saw Stanley, so I knew he wasn't at my house, fucking my aunt. Ten o'clock finally came, and I left for home. As I approached my house, I saw a strange car parked in front. I went around the back and let myself in. I entered the living room and there was my aunt and a blonde lady sitting on the couch. They were drinking Thunderbird wine. Hi, honey, my aunt said. Have a glass of cold wine. This is Dora. Dora was wearing a white halter and blue skirt. She wason the thin side, but had a pretty face. Ilet my aunt pour me some wine and i chugged it down, More please, i said. Dora said what is the big surprise you want to show me, Chris? Aunt Christine poured me some more wine and then grabbed my crotch. Wait til you see this, Dora! She unzipped my pants and pulled out my limp, but growing cock. She started jerking me off and I responded by getting hard. Umm said Dora, it is really nice. I've been fucking it for 2 days said Christine and this boy knows how to use it. I,m a little sore now and i thought you would like some. I'd love it said Dora. Let's go upstairs and party my aunt said. We went up to the bedroom and began to undress. Dora had small tits but really big nipples. When she took of her skirt and panties, I saw she was not a natural blonde. She immediately took my cock and started sucking it. It was really good and I was in heaven. Meanwhile, my aunt, who was also naked, started to kiss and suck Dora's clit. I felt a load coming on and sure enough, i came in Dora's mouth. Damn, she said, I wanted that big boy in my pussy. Don't worry said Christine, he'll be hard again in about 5 minutes. Sure enough, I was and Dora lay on her back, I plunged my new hard on into her tight cunt. She wasn,t as big as my Aunt, but the tight pussy put me in heaven. Meanwhile, Christine sat on Dora's face and got her cunt eaten. She faced me so I could kiss her and play with her tits. After i shot a load in Dora, Christine ate it out of her pussy and then kissedher deep. We continued to play all night. i fucked Dora 3 times and my sore pussy aunt twice, Little did i know that more was to come the following evening. To be continued........ Continue»
Posted by dollarbill365 2 years ago  |  Categories: Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, Taboo  |  Views: 1783  |  
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