Chapitre 2469: @2
I had an internship for the summer of 1973 with a publishing firm reviewing manuscripts for spy novels, a genre I was very well read in. I had bought a car so I could make my weekly treks to Washington to see Carla. On Fridays I would drive to Brooklyn and park my car where it was cheaper than in Manhattan and take the subway into work. After work I would make the four and a half hour drive to Washington.
Carla worked incessantly for the Congresswoman, sometimes even consuming most of our weekends together. I didn't mind. Every moment with Carla was transcendental bliss. Most of all, we promised each other we were going to have fun and enjoy ourselves.
My internship was over the last week of August and I didn't have to leave for Germany until the second week in September, their semesters ran differently than ours. For those couple of weeks I stayed with Carla. We consumed as much of each other as we could handle.
My group was scheduled to fly out of JFK on a Sunday afternoon. Carla took a couple of days off work and came back to New York to spend with me and my mom before I left.
"Isn't morning sex the best," Carla said lying in bed with my mom and me that Sunday morning of my departure after a hot round of sex.
"I need to have a little talk with both of you," mom seemed to get serious. "You are young and full of life with an expansive future ahead of you. Please don't hold each other back with promises and jealous ideas of what your commitment is to each other."
I looked at Carla wondering where my mother was going with this.
"If on your adventures," mom went on, "other people come into your lives don't be afraid to let them in. Don't be afraid to love them because of your love for each other. If there's anything that has made your relationship, our relationship, grow over the past couple of years, it's our acknowledgement with each other that love is expansive, not restrictive."
Carla kissed and hugged mom, then we hugged together.
"One last thing," mom said. "Also, don't be afraid to share with each other, tell each other your adventures and feelings knowing that we are bound by love, a truthful, honest love."I arrived in Heidelberg with the group in the Junior Year Abroad program. Each of us was assigned to a student housing unit. Mine was on the fourth floor of a twelve story building. Each floor had fourteen individual rooms that consisted of a bed, a desk, a table and a sink. The common areas on each floor had a kitchen, living area with a television, several chairs and a couple of sofas, four individual 'water closets' and a shower room that had four stalls. There was a dressing area for privacy for each of the showers.
It was still a couple of weeks before the semester started when we arrived so there weren't many students on campus yet. In my unit there were only four of us, Jamal, an engineering student from Afghanistan, Lauren, from Italy and Anita, a petite, spunky young German woman from an area she referred to as Schwaben in southern Germany. It was Anita who helped me get accustomed to the norms of the living unit. She was outgoing and somewhat of a flirt which made me feel comfortable.
The second week there, the other students began to arrive and I kept busy meeting them and trying to remember their names. Friday nights, it would turn out. Would be when most of us gathered communally for dinner. Other than that evening, we were on our own.
Carla, my mother and I agreed that we would write each other weekly, no matter how boring or mundane the week was. We also agreed to hold nothing back, share all of our emotions and about the people we met. Mom wrote back interested in what I shared about Anita. Carla also expressed how happy she was that Anita took an interest in me, wanting my experience to be fun and fulfilling.
The first week of classes was a whirlwind of adapting to my new environment and getting to know my new living arrangements. Friday of that week I ran into an awkward situation going to take a shower in the morning. Anita had told me that it was easiest to wear a robe and carry a small basket of toiletries along with a towel when showering. That Friday morning Anita and I got to the entrance of the shower room at the same time. As I was taught to be a gentleman, I opened the door and ushered her in. Three of the four stalls were taken.
"You go ahead," I told Anita. "I'll go back to my room and wait." Anita gave me that flirtatious smile.
"Let's shower together," she said. I was a bit surprised and off guard at her bold suggestion. She grabbed my hand and pulled me along into the dressing area of the only unoccupied shower stall.
Anita disrobed. I was aware that European women were not accustomed to shaving their body hairs. I had noticed previously that Anita didn't shave her legs which were covered with fine black hairs. Then I saw she didn't shave her armpits either like most American girls do. What really caught my eye was her massive hairy bush of black pubic hair that seemed out of proportion on her petite body. Anita's small breasts were consumed by large brown areolas and large, thick nipples that protruded disproportionately. Anita's exotic naked body had my cock starting to swell slightly.
"You have a very nice looking penis," Anita said. "Are you Jewish?" she asked bewildered.
That question took me by surprise until I realized that most German men were probably not circumcised like many Americans.
"No," I replied. "In America boys are circumcised when they are babies," I explained.
"I like it. It is beautiful," she said feeling my growing cock. "I heard that American girls also shave their body hair," Anita commented. "Does my hair bother you?"
"No," I replied. "It is exotic," I said not really knowing how to respond. I remembered how Carla would trim her pubic hairs so they wouldn't show when she wore a bikini. My mother's and sister's pubic hairs were fine blonde which I hardly noticed. I suppose exotic was a good description of Anita.
"My mother is from Spain," Anita explained. "That's where I get the dark hair from," she said taking my hand and rubbing it on her mound.
We finished showering and I had to stay behind for a minute after Anita left to let my erection deflate so it wouldn't stick out from my robe as I walked back to my room.
My mind flashed back on the morning shower with Anita during the course of the day. I couldn't get the image of her naked body out of my head. Later that evening we had our communal dinner and sat around drinking wine and beer telling each other about ourselves and what we were studying.
Around eleven o'clock everyone made their way back to their room. I settled in and began to write Carla about my encounter with Anita when there was a knock on my door. I got up from my desk and opened the door to see Anita there in her robe as if she were about to take another shower.
"Come and help me," she said. "Do you have a razor?"
"Yes," I responded confused.
"Help me shave my legs and underarms," Anita said. "Get undressed. We will do it in the shower."
I undressed, put on my robe and grabbed my razor and shaving cream. First I snipped her underarm hair and then had her raise her arms as I lathered them up and shaved them. I shaved one leg and had her shave the other. We ran the water to rinse off when Anita handed me the scissors again.
"Trim my pubic hair," she said. "Like the American girls in their bikinis do."
I had watched Carla trim herself a few times so I had an ideas what to do. Touching Anita around her pussy was not only getting me aroused but it was also getting her. I lightly slipped a finger inside her outer lips so I could gauge how close to snip her hairs. Anita was giving off the aroma of arousal as I lingered cutting the hairs around her vulva. It was an exotic smell unlike I was used to.
I ran the water again so she could rinse the loose cut hairs off her. Anita took a hold of my cock and looked up at me.
"Bumsen?" she asked. I looked at her puzzled. I had a good German vocabulary but this was a word I wasn't familiar with. "Ficken. Fuck," she said.
We were obviously both ready and desirous. I really wanted to get a taste of her exotic pussy.
"My room," she said. We dried off and put on our robes and quickly made our way to Anita's room. We kissed while we let our robes drop to the floor. I picked up her petite body and placed her on the bed, spreading her legs, diving face first between them to taste her womanly juices.
"Nein," she cried out pushing my head away from her vagina. "I smell," she said.
"You smell divine," I responded. "I want to taste your sweet nectar."
Anita looked at me as if I was crazy.
"You will love it," I assured her. "I will make you orgasm."
I went slowly back to licking her labia. She didn't resist. I spread her lips open and exposed her clit. Like her nipples, her swollen clit was much bigger than my mother's, sister's or Clara's. I licked it and sucked on it, driving her to an amazing climax. Anita's body bucked and writhed.
I hardly let her calm down when I pushed my cock slowly into her wet gushing pussy. Anita cried out as I stretched her tight opening with my hard cock. It was her intoxicating aroma, exotic body, I held while pumping my cock in and out.
"Ah, ah, ah," Anita panted. Then a loud "Ja," she cried out as she came to another orgasm. I didn't slow down. I kept thrusting harder, my cock bathed in her erotic cum.
I started to feel my orgasm building so I pulled out and sprayed my sperm all over her tiny belly and tits. We laid there in silence for several minutes recovering from a fantastic fuck.
"That was my first time," Anita said. "My first time ever to have an orgasm."
"I'm happy I could do that for you," I said. I went to the sink and got a washcloth to clean my cum off her. "I better get back to my room," I said before kissing her and leaving.
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I wrote Carla and my mother about Anita giving them a detailed account of our encounter. Carla was the first to write back.
Bill,
I am very excited for you. Anita sounds intriguing. Isn't it wonderful you can share your magic? I read your letter in bed and guess what I did? I got so wet and my fingers worked me to a frenzy. It was the first time I had an orgasm since being with you and your mom before you left. I hope you and Anita have some more hot sex. I love reading about it.
Like I told you, I have been engrossed in work. It is very satisfying to be engaged in the front lines of feminism. Next month we are going to a conference and rally in San Francisco. It is for NOW. I am becoming very active in the Washington chapter. I am trying to get your mom to be active.
I love you, Bill.
Carla
I was so happy that Carla was doing the work she loved.
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Several weeks later Anita caught me before I headed off to class. She had something urgent to tell me.
"I answered an ad for a model at the art school," she said. "I got the job and I told them about you because they also needed male models."
"What did you tell them about me?" I asked.
"That you have the most beautiful penis," she said. "Can you come with me later this afternoon and talk to them. We wouldn't model together but is thirty-five marks each session."
"Alright," I said not sure I knew what Anita was getting me into.
Later that afternoon we went to the art school were Anita was going to work her first session as a nude model for the students. She introduced me to the instructor, a woman who appeared to be in her early fifties. She explained that each session was about two hours. I would not have to hold the pose the entire time, they allow for breaks.
I told her that I could be available Monday and Wednesday afternoons so she set that on her schedule. I would start the following Monday.
When I arrived on Monday, Gisela, the art instructor showed me to her office where I could undress and wear a robe to the studio. She led me down the hall to a large room with a high ceiling. The one wall was glass windows, letting in natural light and allowing passersby to peek in and look at the models and the artists' work. There were twelve students arranged in a semi-circle around a platform.
I took off my robe and Gisela positioned me in a pose. She didn't make any introductions, just told the students that I would be their male model for the next couple of months. I didn't really look at any of the students while I was posing, concentrating on not moving a muscle.
During the ten minute breaks I talked with a few of the art students, getting to know them a little like all the people I ran across since I arrived in Germany. There was a trio, Rolf, Anna and Hedwig who appeared to be good friends and seemed receptive to befriending me.
A few weeks after starting the modeling, Anita and I went out to club to go dancing on Saturday night. The 'Disco' craze and electronic music was beginning to take hold in Germany as it had back home. That Saturday night Anita and I went to the bar for a beer when Rolf, from the art school, came up to us and invited us to sit at a table with Anna, Hedwig and himself.
"Are you a couple?" Hedwig asked.
"I don't know," Anita laughed, "but we are more than good friends."
"Like you bumsen?" Rolf joked.
"Exactly," Anita replied.
We all danced with each other throughout the night, having a good time. When the club thinned out getting ready to close, Hedwig and Anna asked Anita and myself if we wanted to go to their apartment for another beer.
Their apartment was more like a large studio with easels scattered about, a small kitchen, a sofa and a mattress on the floor.
"We are like Bohemian artists," Anna explained. She motioned for Anita and me to sit down on the sofa as she handed us a beer.
I noticed one of the partially finished paintings appeared to be two women having sex. Their likeness resembled Anna and Hedwig. I stood up to take a closer look.
"That's how we imagine ourselves," Hedwig said to me. "We are working on getting into erotic art," she explained further. She took me over to another canvass that was only so far as a sketch. It depicted a man kneeling in front of another man, about to give him a blow job.
"That's Rolf with one of his friends," Hedwig said. I hadn't picked up on Rolf being homosexual.
Anna was showing Anita some prints she had of erotic art. We all sat back down as Hedwig explained the direction their art was going.
"There are a lot of people who appreciate erotic art," she began. "Rolf, Anna and I are thinking of opening a studio and gallery of erotic art here in Heidelberg."
"Yes," Rolf added. "We are looking to do a small scale version of a gallery in Paris and invite different artists to join us. A place where they can get exposure for their work."
"Both of you are models," Hedwig said. "Would you like to model for us? And maybe other artists?" she asked directing her gaze at Anita and I.
"How about we go to Paris next weekend," Rolf interjected. "You will see the kind of art we are talking about."
I looked at Anita to get her reaction. She smiled slightly before speaking up.
"I would like to see this gallery in Paris," Anita said.
"Good," Hedwig said. "There's a cheap hotel nearby. They don't care how many people we have in the room so it won't be expensive."
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The following Friday afternoon the five of us piled into Rolf's VW Van and headed to Paris. During the six hour drive, a lively discussion came up about sexual taboos. It was funny how the homosexual community felt about taboos sometimes differently and sometimes in line with heterosexual folks. Rolf explained.
"I don't think sodomy is deviant," he said. "But people think we are deviant because that's how we fuck," he went on. "Some straight women think it's taboo to have anal sex while others love it."
"That's why we can express those taboos in art," Hedwig added.
"What's the most taboo thing you ever did sexually?" Anna asked me. "I mean most Americans seem sexually frustrated, but not you. Have you done things some people might think are deviant?"
I thought about it for a moment, wondering how far I should confess my incestuous relationship with my mother and sister.
"You are hiding something," Anita said candidly.
"Alright," I hesitated. "I have had sex with my mother and sister," I blurted out.
"Both. At the same time?" Hedwig asked.
"Sometimes alone, sometimes together and sometimes with my girlfriend Carla," I told them.
"Oh my god, that is so cool," Anna said. "How did it start? Who initiated it," she asked.
"My mother initiated it," I responded. "She taught me all about sex and how to please a woman."
"He can really please a woman," Anita complimented. "The way he licks and sucks my pussy sends me to heaven," she added.
"Really?" Anna joked. "We'll have to see if he's as good as Hedwig," she laughed.
Rolf pulled the van up to the hotel. We waited there until he came back out with Anna after having secured a room. It was too late to go to the gallery, we would spend the day there Saturday. Once in the room we opened a bottle of wine and passed it around.
"I love the way your body is so clean," Anna said to Anita. "How did you go about shaving your hair and trimming your pubic hair?"
"Bill is the one who inspired me and helped me out at first," Anita responded.
"Both of you have beautiful bodies," Hedwig added while she began to get herself undressed. "We have all seen Bill and Anita naked but they haven't seen us," she told Rolf and Hedwig, prompting them to also remove their clothing.
Minutes later we were five naked bodies sitting together closely on the hotel bed, drinking wine, talking about sex while lightly touching each other's skin.
"What about that pussy eating challenge," Rolf quipped. "I'd like to see if a man can do a woman as well as a woman."
"And we should also see if a woman can suck a cock as well as a man," Anita said.
Anna laid back and spread her legs inviting me to feast on her pussy. I dove in slowly feeling her soft blonde pubic hair what reminded me of my mother's and sister's. Anna was already getting wet from my attention and also from the sexually charged atmosphere in the hotel room. I licked her slit while not forgetting to let my tongue linger on her butthole during the motion.
It wasn't long before I decided to tongue fuck her sphincter before ravishing her clit. I could tell this was a new sensation for her, she reacted surprised but her body moved like she was desirous to have me continue. I went for her clit, just one lick and her pelvis bucked in my face. I continued licking and sucking on her love nub until she exploded, spraying my face, ejaculating her juices in streams in her intense orgasm.
"Oh god," Hedwig screamed. "I've never seen a woman do that."
Anna took a while to come down from her climax. Hedwig stroked her arm lightly. I rubbed her thighs which were covered in her cum.
"I heard about women ejaculating," Rolf said. "How do they say it in English, 'squirting', I think. I never thought I would actually witness it."
"I guess that settles that debate," Anita said proudly.
I noticed that both Rolf and I were hard. It wasn't surprising for me but I didn't think Rolf would get so turned on. He was stroking himself as we all paid attention to Anna.
"Now to the next man-woman challenge," Anita said moving over on the bed toward Rolf. She gently removed Rolf's hand from his cock and lowered her head to take his penis in her mouth. Rolf closed his eyes, reacting to the pleasurable sensations of Anita's lips and tongue.
It took less than thirty seconds before Rolf shot his load in Anita's mouth, Anita gagged, Rolf's cum dripping down her chin onto her perky small breasts. Rolf appeared to collapse back onto the bed as if he let go all his sexual energy in one burst.
Anita smiled cleaning Rolf's spunk off her face and body.
"Look at him," Anita said. "I bet he never came that hard from a guy sucking him," she claimed.
"I've never seen him cum like that either," Hedwig added.
"You have seen him have sex with men?" I asked Hedwig.
"Sometimes we double date," Hedwig explained. "We have wound up in bed but only having sex with our partners," she went on.
"Bill?" Anna began to ask. "If it's alright with Anita, will you fuck me? I want to know how a cock feels inside me."
"Sure, we are not tied to each other. We are just 'Ficken Freunden'," Anita responded.
Anna kissed me. "I never had an orgasm like that," she whispered in my ear. "I want to try more." My cock was still hard, the sexual tension in the room was intense. Hedwig positioned me on my back, my cock standing up in the air. Hedwig directed Anna to lower herself slowly down on me. Anna moaned loudly as my cock stretched her tight pussy.
"Move however it feels good," Anita advised.
"I feel so full," Anna cried out. "Oh god." I felt good inside Anna. I needed to take charge, I thrust my pelvis up and down, creating a rhythm that Anna synchronized to. I rolled Anna over and kept going on top of her.
"Cum inside her," Hedwig. "Let her feel the whole experience."
"Ahh," Anna screamed as I pumped my semen in her with several powerful thrusts.
We managed to get some sleep after watching Hedwig jump on Anna after I got off her, watching Hedwig fuck Anna, grinding their pussies against each other. I had never seen Carla or my sister or my mother fuck each other that way. It was erotic.
Saturday afternoon we went to the gallery of erotic art. There were paintings, drawings, photographs and sculptures of mem with women, men with men, women with women and groups of bodies entangled in all sorts of positions, bondage and sexual acts. Some of it was hard to understand, some of arousing and some of it provocative.
We spent another night at the hotel experimenting with sexual satisfaction across our sexual identities. Hedwig fucked Anita, Rolf fucked Anna, I fucked Hedwig and Rolf sucked my cock but I couldn't bring myself to reciprocate with Rolf. Sunday morning we drove back to Heidelberg, sharing our feelings of the weekend sexual experimentations with each other.
"I'm not attracted to men or penises," Anna said, "but it sure did feel good inside me. How about you Hedwig? Did you like it too?" she asked her friend and lover.
"Oh yea, it felt good. Different but I didn't orgasm like I usually do with you Anna, even though Bill is fantastic," Hedwig answered.
"Sex always feels good to me," I offered. "Emotions are a different thing and so is attraction."
"Sex energizes me," Anita said.
"What about the erotic art, Anita? Did it turn you on?" Rolf asked.
"Yes. But how are you going to draw or paint Bill and me having sex?" Anita responded.
"I think we need to capture the expression and the passion," Hedwig said. "Maybe take pictures or film so we can always return to the moment."
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Bill,
I had the most amazing time at the NOW conference. I met a very special person. She goes by Hannah even though she was born a man. Hannah is transitioning from a man to a woman. She is very sexy looking. She has been on hormones for a few years. Hannah is a powerful woman.
I am very much attracted to Hannah. We had sex. She has nice naturally developed small breasts that I adore. Her butt is beautiful. She has the same magic tongue as you. We had a wonderful time together.
Bill, I had a lot of emotional feelings with Hannah. It wasn't as casual as you and Anita are. I want to find a way to keep her in our lives. I know you will fall in love with her.
Love you, Carla
I felt the intensity of Carla's emotions in her desire to want Hannah in our lives. This has been as much of a journey for her as it has been for me. My time in Germany has been an exploration in sexuality, Carla was on her own exploration into feminism.
I also received that day a letter from my mother.
Billy,
I am glad you are having a good time and getting to understand yourself as a sexual being. Sounds like you are deeply into eroticism. I had always fantasized sexual situations with other people, groups of people doing all sorts of things. I was never able to act on any of them because of your father.
I have been dating a man I met at the grocery store of all places. It was like a comedy routine how we met. I wasn't paying attention and ran the grocery cart into him and knocked him over. I slipped when I tries to help him up and fell on top of him. We both started to laugh. His name is Mark.
I invited Mark over for dinner. Made him lasagna which I thought would hook him in. I was getting desperate with you being gone. Well, it worked. He is an amazing lover. That first night we went at it all night. I was surprised and pleased by his stamina.
Love,
Mom
That was great news.
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Anita and I decided we would model for Rolf, Anna and Hedwig when they opened their studio and gallery. We were having fun and the idea of us being immortalized in erotic art had its appeal. Several artists joined the studio and we modeled on Saturday and Sunday mornings. There were other models who joined us for various poses.
The first painting that sold from the gallery was one Hedwig had done of Anita and me in the sixty-nine position. It was amazing how Anita was able to keep me erect for a half hour at a time. Modeling in these positions was more difficult than at the school but we were promised a commission on any of the art that sold. The gallery became very popular.
Anita was beginning to enjoy sex with women so we wound up having a foursome with Hedwig and Anna on a weekly basis. Anna became adept at fucking me by riding me. Hedwig, though, never really wanted my cock. Hedwig was having Anita pose with other women.
The first semester came to a close. There was a two month break before the summer semester began. Anita said she needed to go home and visit her family for a week and invited me to come along but I chose to take a trip to Italy with Hedwig and Anna.
When we were all back in Heidelberg, Anita and I spent most days hanging around the studio with the artists doing erotic poses for them. The gallery was getting full of paintings, water colors and drawings of Anita and myself. One day Hedwig brought a couple back into the studio where I was posing with Anita and another woman. The scene was me kneeling beside Anita who had my cock in her mouth while the other woman had her face buried between Anita's legs.
"She is an exotic beauty," I heard the older man say.
"Very expressive," said the woman.
"Can you all take a break so I can introduce you to buyer," Hedwig said. So we did and Hedwig made the introductions.
"Mr. Krula has decided he wants to purchase eleven of the works of you," Hedwig said to Anita.
"Wow. That's quite a lot," I said.
"Gabrielle and I are opening an erotic club in Berlin in a few weeks," Mr. Krula informed us. "We are going to have performances where the guests can participate. I am enamored at the exotic beauty of this woman so I would like to adorn the walls with this artwork."
"What kind of performances?" I asked being a little naïve about sex clubs. I knew about swingers clubs but I never heard of clubs with performances.
"The performances are actors engaged in erotic sexual acts," Gabrielle explained. "We encourage the guests to join in with the actors. It makes for a great party."
"We would like to invite you and the artists to the grand opening," Mr. Krula said to all of us. "And if you are so inclined we would love you also to pose as you are in the art. We will pay you very well."
"You can engage as much or as little with the guests," Gabrielle told us. "Whatever level is comfortable with you."
"It would be quite an honor," Hedwig said.
I glanced at Anita. She smiled back.
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Bill,
Mark and I have been dating several months now and we are having a great time. We are having amazing sex and he even took me to a swingers party. He is very much the opposite of your father. Mark is generous and outgoing.
When I told Mark about you he suggested we take a vacation to visit you, I hope you will be alright with that. I want to see you very much. I have been honest with Mark about everything except my relationship with you and Lisa. I will let you know when we can come.
Love, Mom
I wrote mom back and told her I would love for her and Mark to visit me. When I told Anita she was also thrilled to have the opportunity to meet my mother.
"Does your mom's boyfriend know about you and your mom?" Anita asked me.
"No, not yet," I told her. "I'm not sure how my mother is going to handle it or even if she is going to say anything."
"You better write her back and tell her when we will be in Berlin in case she plans on the vacation soon," Anita warned. "Besides the new semester is starting right after that."
I did as Anita said and a week later I got a response.
Bill,
When I told Mark about the erotic club event in Berlin he was excited and wants to go. Can you get the information and the cost to attend? The whole idea of seeing you in that setting is fascinating and I am looking forward to it.
Love,
Mom
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It was easiest to travel across East Germany by train rather than in a private vehicle that required special permissions and visas, especially for me being an American. We arrived in West Berlin two days before the Grand Opening of Nakt Nacht as the club was named. The day before we went to a dress rehearsal to see how we were going to be staged.
The club was set up in an old warehouse that was elegantly remodeled inside. There was a large room where the main event was to take place. There were bars in each corner. There were beds, sofas, love seats and chairs scattered through the room along with several platforms for the performers.
Ranier, Mr. Krula, took us on a tour. He showed us the ten private rooms where guests could go for intimate sexual activity if they didn't want to publicly engage in the large room. In each room hung a piece of artwork with Anita as the subject Ranier bought from the gallery.
Then he showed us the eleventh, a painting Hedwig had done depicting Anita and myself lying on our sides facing each other's genitals in a sixty-nine position, which was on an easel next to a bed. He informed us that the guests could meet both the artist and the subjects just as they were in the painting. Ranier suggested to Hedwig that she could be naked but didn't have to be if she didn't want to. Hedwig told she would feel out of sync with Anita and me if she was clothed.
Later that day Anita and I took a cab to the airport to greet my mother and Mark. I pointed out my mother to Anita as she walked toward the baggage claim. Mark was a distinguished tall man with greying hair and a muscular build.
"Mark is very handsome," Anita said jabbing me in my side with her elbow. "I hope I can get a piece of him myself," she joked.
"Billy," mom called out as she ran up to give me a hug and a kiss. She kissed me on the lips unabashedly.
"Mom, this is Anita," I introduced my friend. "And you must be Mark," I said extending my hand. Mark had a strong grip as we shook hands.
"I am very pleased to meet both of you," Mark said.
We took a cab back to the hotel where mom and Mark made reservations. Anita and I had been staying with the group from the gallery / studio at a cheaper hotel near the club. We had a pleasant dinner and the conversation was about catching up with our lives.
"Carla wrote me and said you met Hannah, her friend," I said to my mom.
"Yes. Mark and I drove down to DC one weekend to spend time with them," mom started out.
"Carla is beautiful but Hannah is an absolute darling, wouldn't you say so Jenny?" Mark added addressing my mother.
"She has a strong but humble and generous personality. You are going to fall in love with her," mom said to me.
"Tell us a little about yourself," Mark said to Anita who had a mediocre command of English.
"I'm from a kleine farm town in the Schwaebishe Alps," Anita told them mixing some German in with her English. She explained how she grew up in a strict Catholic family and was now enjoying her freedom exploring life.
Dinner was over, mom and Mark were tired from traveling all day so they went to their room. I had explained that we needed to be at the club a few hours before the event started so we would see them there.
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The guests were all given silk robes that were color coded based on their stated preferences for engagement. Red indicated that they were open to anything, public or private; Green indicated only voyeur; Blue was for those who would engage others but only in the private rooms; White was for those who will only engage with their own partner.
Anita was getting a lot of attention from both the men and women. A couple wanted to take Anita to one of the private rooms so Hedwig stepped in and reminded them the artists and their models were not performers who were there to engage with the guests.
Mark and mom came up to Anita and I in red robes. I introduced them to Hedwig as they admired her painting.
"You have really captured Anita's beauty and passion," Mark said to Hedwig. Anita stood up and put her arm around Mark's waste.
"Nice to see you in a red robe," Anita said in her broken English to Mark. "Do you want to fuck me here?" she said to my mother's boyfriend. I saw her reach in and take ahold of Mark's cock which was getting bigger by the second.
"Billy, I think we need to let them have the bed," mom said to me. We both stood up and watched Anita push Mark down onto the bed. His robe was wide open and his cock pointing up. Anita straddled him and started bouncing up and down wildly.
"Ja, Ja," Anita moaned. An audience was gathering, there were a number fingers rubbing pussies and hands stroking cocks I observed.
"Scheiss," Anita screamed. I could tell she was having an orgasm. It was obvious to everyone.
"I'm going to cum," Mark called out. Anita jumped off him and grabbed his cock. Anita directed Mark's cock to cum all over her face.
"Erotisch," commented one of the spectators. Anita stood up with Mark's cum dripping off her.
"Bill," she said to me, "jetz fuck your Mutter."
I knew mom wanted me to fuck her. I had her lay on the bed and I spread her legs open. I could see she was already sopping wet, I had to have a taste of her. I dove in face first, my tongue working the 'magic' she taught me.
"Oh fuck, Billy," she cried out. "Don't stop. Don't stop." I had no intention of stopping until she had a full blown orgasm, bathing my face with her hot slick juices. I sucked on my mother's clit bringing her to a body shuddering climax.
"Fuck me Billy," mom shouted. "I need your cock in me."
I mounted her and started pumping my stiff rod in and out of her hot cunt. Mom was flailing from the impact of my thrusts going deep inside her. Mom set off on a series of orgasms, each one more intense than the last. My cock was at home again in my mother getting ready to explode a stream of sperm.
"Yes Billy," she screamed, "cum, cum in me, cum Billy."
My groin tensed, I felt my balls tighten, I shot stream after stream of my milky white spunk deep in my mother's vagina.
"Oh god, Billy," mom cried as she felt my spunk filling her pussy.
The intensity of fucking my mother tapped my energy. I collapsed onto her trying to kiss her amidst the pants of physical recovery.
"It is even more erotic when a son fucks his mother," I overheard Hedwig say.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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