Woodstock

The gentleman pianist had to give another concert, this time in Dublin, Ireland. Robert's mother suspected that something else was up, and she didn't want to share her Mr. Pianist with anyone. So she decided to fly to Dublin as well, and the pianist soon gave up trying to talk her out of it. He hastily informed his alto soprano that his patron mistress was accompanying him and quickly hung up without listening to her whining protest.

Robert remained stubborn and stroppy. Dublin? No, thanks. He would stay at home, four days would be no problem, and besides, he was already 13 over, almost 14. He was already big enough to stay alone for a few days. Robert was instantly silent when he thought about being alone in this big, scary house. He made another attempt: or go to Grandma's. Robert's mother fought it off in horror, but the thought ate at her little brain. Grandma, the Woodstock–grandma.

The Woodstock grandma was called that because she had been to Woodstock once; no, not at the real Woodstock festival in 1968, but one or two years later, on some Belgian meadow of some Belgian backwater, Woodstock was re‐celebrated then and umpteen times since. And she was there, told everyone she met. You had dope and were high from morning till night, drinking and doing it with everyone. That was her Woodstock. Smoking weed, boozing and fucking, depending on what you wanted at the time. She was already in her mid‐20s at the time and still hadn't had anything in life. Her rich parents had forced her into a convent boarding school at a very young age, after which she lived at home, well protected and suspiciously guarded, until her friend Susanne took her first to this Belgian Woodstock and later to the movies. The strictness of her parents' home fell off her like a burst sausage skin at this Woodstock–revival, because there were boys, boys galore! Her silent, frozen yearning for the opposite sex, which had been fanned years ago by a few clandestine little adventures and stifled again by parental strictness, flared up again; a young lover tore her hymen at 16 and she fucked secretly with a couple or more different lovers since. All you had to do was get close enough to one and it was on. It was the great fucking of her life. She was stoned for days and drank vodka, rum and other things by the bucketful.

When she finally began to design fashionable clothes, rags and other bric‐a‐brac, the rift with the bourgeois parental home was perfect. Although she was very successful professionally, her love affairs remained short and violent, never lasting. Only very late did she decide to marry the old colonel on his retirement; the wealthy old gentleman still became a general, but not three quarters of a year older. He left, in addition to real estate for his two daughters (from various relationships), this fine country house on the outskirts of the town along with a large garden and swimming pool for Woodstock, along with a well‐filled bank account. She was very fond of the old beau, but since he had not yet grown too close to her heart, she did not weep for him for long and afforded herself a lover from time to time. If he was any good, even for several days.

Now Robert was with her, the small, friendly and well‐mannered Robert. Robert didn't want to watch TV, Robert didn't want to read, Robert wanted to sit with his grandma in the terrace balcony among the hemp perennials. He sat well‐mannered in front of his lemonade glass, Woodstock drank her drink sip by sip in time to Bob Dylan, my God, what did the boy know who this Bob Dylan was! Woodstock was lying on her chaise longue, a comfortable showpiece from the sixties, and since there were no immediate neighbors, she wore only a pareo because of the summer heat, which covered her only below the navel, leaving her large, heavy old breasts exposed nakedly in the shadows. Usually she lay completely naked on the balcony, reading or sleeping or oiling her body with fragrant oils. This sometimes aroused her lust, but there was no one to watch her do it except the good Lord.

She was stuffing herself with a little pipe, her slim little pipe that she had gotten at Woodstock that time. The smoke drifted pleasantly over her tongue, deep into her lungs, and then back up her nose. Peace and well‐being spread, peace all over the world, this whole shitty old world! Woodstock sucked deeply again and drank small sips of her vodka–secret again, the peace spreading comfortably and warmly through her mind, relaxing her. Bob Dylan clocked on dryly and Robert asked if that was a regular pipe. Woodstock smiled and shook her head. "It's a peace pipe, little guy, but a real one!" and sucked in the smoke deeply. There was now even more peace, even deeper comfort, and Woodstock dozed a little, or more accurately closed her eyes, but kept the vodka glass securely in her hand. Later, Robert carefully took the peace pipe from her hand, as it threatened to fall from her clammy fingers.

Robert had read all about cannabis. About mescaline, too, of course, because Grandma Woodstock had answered Castaneda's call and gone to workshops and seminars and all that shit, had miraculously resisted the charms of the little bearded wonder man, and since then had been regularly supplied with everything that could be smoked by her friends over there. Robert, of course, had no way of knowing what was in the pipe, but since he had already held it in his hand and saved it from falling to the ground, he twirled it thoughtfully between his fingers. Cannabis doesn't make you blind, nor does it give you nasty pimples, he told himself, and bravely took his first drag. And felt nothing, absolutely nothing.

The fairy tale of the peace pipe! It tasted little different from the cigarettes he sometimes stole from his mother and smoked in secret. He felt a certain relief, a kind of elation that all this was not true, and sucked on the pipe. He drew on, he drew very hard, and inhaled. He had not inhaled before, but now he did. The smoke drifted down deep into his lungs, his eyes made slight staggering movements, and Robert coughed, coughed at the top of his lungs, because something that strong had to irritate his lungs.

Woodstock woke up and looked around. She noticed that the coughing Robert was clutching the small pipe, laboriously catching his breath. His pale face said it all. She lifted the lemonade glass and gave Robert a drink. "Silly boy," she said reprovingly, "must try everything, though!"

Robert quickly recovered from his coughing fit. He felt light and buoyant and the granny suddenly looked so funny. After all, the pareo was almost transparent and you could see the sparse pubic hair and her cleft underneath! He had always seen her only with some rags around the body, which covered provisionally what was to be covered, but only now he noticed this fact consciously. His gaze wandered over Woodstock's body and he realized with surprise that she really was completely naked under the pareo. Robert laughed wildly, because this was something great, he had never seen her so naked, so cute–naked, so funny–naked, so nakedly–naked. He laughed and giggled, the pareo coiled around Woodstock's body like a cunning little snake, luring his gaze back to her cleavage again and again. Robert suddenly felt an irrepressible need to be naked himself. Quickly he undressed, threw his clothes carelessly to the floor and sat down again. Woodstock looked at him in amazement, and Robert laughed out loud as her eyes grew larger and larger, spinning like tops. Her tangled white hair blew billowily around her head and she seemed to float on the couch. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he was rapidly getting an erection.

Before Woodstock could stop it, Robert reached for her pipe for the third time and sucked, sucked on it like crazy. He inhaled deeply and immediately acknowledged it with a loud coughing fit, at the same time laughing because Woodstock was moving doughy and spongy on the couch and one of her three or four arms reached across the table like a windblown flag and took the pipe. Robert stood up quickly, he even thought he was floating, and reached for the vanishing pipe as well, grabbed the blown arm. He had the pipe, but the pipe had him too, pulling him across the table, making him float around the edges and land on Woodstock.

"Hey, hey!" cried Woodstock, holding the little wobbler tightly, "we've been hit pretty good there!" She laughed and put the pipe in her mouth, taking a deep drag. Ahhh, did that feel good! She made a little room and let Robert rest against her hip. Robert ran his fingers over the mound that was her hip and looked with wide, wondering eyes at the flag that waved over the mound, the transparent pareo that he playfully pushed away. His hand fumbled on her pubic and his fingers – the submarine‐boats played with her cleft and labia, he loved it! Robert's hand was now a fighter pilot, chasing the pareo and landing on Woodstock's butt again and again to refuel or reload ammunition. Most of the time the plane had to bounce over her butt or it would have crashed, but it made great turns and landed on her shoulder and bosom. The plane did a park lap on the bosom, then went around the nipple in circles. Then the submarine–boats came back into action and attacked the labia head on. Woodstock fumed and leaned back, for what the boy was doing she had been deprived of for a very long time.

Also, this was no longer the small, thin boy's penis she remembered, erect this looked like a grown man's, was nothing smaller than some she remembered. Robert's cock had grown thick and gnarled in contrast to his slender boyish body, thick and bulging it stood slightly bent forward. The glaring red glans had pushed out from under the foreskin. Woodstock rolled over in her head that Robert could barely be 15 or 18 and yet already had such a magnificent cock, strong and firm and ready to penetrate her, to fuck her. Slowly her face blushed and also her breasts, the longer she looked at the cock. She felt the slight, familiar tingling behind her ears as the thought of fucking him flashed covetously inside her – they were not related by blood, though she was commonly thought of as Robert's grandmother, yet the word incest flickered briefly through her mind like a bolt of lightning.

"Wow, wow," she said, and asked, "What are we doing there?" Robert replied with all the seriousness of the intoxicated, "I'm flying around on your boobs and doing laps around your nipples!"

And the Woodstock–grandma blinked because Robert kept reaching down and tugging and fingering his cock as he did so. "Well, you little fighter pilot!" said Woodstock, "sure is exciting to land on my boobs?" and giggled because Robert's hand plane was tickling her nipple. "Yes, very exciting!" replied Robert, continuing with his tricks, "I'm going to do two double laps around the nipple!" and sure enough, his hand made four delicate circles around her nipple while he impatiently kneaded his cock with his other hand.

Woodstock took a deep sip from her vodka glass and reached for the pipe again. She had to re‐stuff a little tobacco and something from the plastic bag and relight it, but now the strong smoke was doing its work. As she busied herself with the pipe, it escaped her notice that Robert had brazenly grabbed her glass and emptied it in one go. Woodstock, after a few deep puffs, leaned far back into the cushions, pressed Robert against her, and let him fly his circles on her bosom. Involuntarily, her gaze kept sliding down and lingering on his cock. Her desire grew, although at first she shamefully suppressed these thoughts. But Robert was very excited, his penis standing firm and erect. Woodstock noted to her amazement the lustful thoughts and horny feelings that rose in her, triggered by the contrast between the delicate, slender boy's body and that thickly swollen cock, whose veins at the sides seemed to pulsate distinctly, that coarse prick whose bulbous glans seemed almost like a foreign body. Apparently his mescaline intoxication triggered a strong sexual arousal, as he kept reaching for his cock and nervously pulling the foreskin a little over the glans, tugging on it briefly, and letting it go again. It excited her that Robert would sometimes pull the foreskin all the way back over the glans and then for fractions of a second rapidly flick it back and forth with three fingers as if he were masturbating. She sighed and smiled as the horniness moved slowly from her loins to her pubic area. He and Woodstock were nestled close together on the lounger, he still had his fighter resting on Woodstock's bosom, and he was excitedly pressing his cock, which was by now terribly bursting stiff, against her hip through the pareo. Woodstock fended him off half‐heartedly, leaving her hand where it had gone as if by accident: right on top of Robert's stiff, throbbing cock.

Like pink soap bubbles, he watched the arousal rise before his eyes, little pink soap bubbles that floated up and beaded back down over Woodstock's shoulders. He wrenched his eyes open as Woodstock held his cock, lost in thought, and he felt the tugging in his loins grow stronger as he slid back and forth a little in her hollow fist. Woodstock was daydreaming to himself, holding the boy tightly, and her hand, which was sandwiched between their bodies, was holding his cock tightly. She had once again reached into the space between their bodies and grabbed the little naughty boy properly. How many cocks had she had in her hand, my God, countless ones! Now she lay there with her little Robert and his thick erect lance stabbed hard into her side. But now she was dreaming of the past, of Woodstock and of the many men she had done it with there and afterwards. One or the other had remained particularly in her memory, but the others were too much for her memory or were washed away with vodka and mescaline. But one or two she remembered, stroking Robert's cock slowly and tenderly as she thought of earlier. She remembered the shipper from Essex who used to come and visit her for some time after the festival, but only until she figured out that he was already married. The shipper's name was Jones, Woodstock thought, Jones was the guy's name and great it was with him until, wait, well.

She thought of Jones and his tender, knowing way of fucking girls right. She had orgasmed with him so many times, and not at all with many others. She now held Jones' cock in her hand and smiled, the cock was, after all, stiff to bursting and about to spurt. Woodstock made a few slow movements to make it easier for Jones to cum, but Robert looked with big blurry eyes at Woodstock, who pressed his cock lightly against her pubis and rubbed gently. Woodstock daydreamed to herself, making love to Jones once again and rubbing him, gently and softly. Robert felt the warm pink arousal rising as if through a veil of mist, Woodstock rubbed him like a little clockwork and he sighed happily. Her hand was like a gentle snake wrapped around his cock, rubbing it. Woodstock remembered how sometimes boys she had a date with would drive her home and she would give him – a quick squirt on his cock before getting off, more out of gratitude than lust, and because many were not satisfied with making out and kissing only. — It was so common in those days, back in the days of big Cadillacs and Oldsmobiles, and many a boy was surprised at how adept Woodstock was at petting. Dave, for example, the rascal who always wanted to squirt between her thighs.

Woodstock was dreaming with her eyes closed, feeling the excitement rising in Dave's cock. Dave, the nice boy who wanted more than anyone else when it came to petting, Dave, whose cock she had to put in the front of her cleft a little bit before she squirted, just a very little bit in the front without it penetrating properly. Dave, who loved her running his glans up and down between his labia until he squirted. She closed her fingers tightly to make it good for him, and pressed Dave's little one firmly between her fingers. Robert pressed harder and harder against her pussy, wriggling impatiently in her gentle hand. Woodstock sensed he was about to come and was now purposefully and firmly pulling her hand back and forth. Not wanting to stain the Cadillac, Woodstock was a wise girl and held her hand in front of his cock as Dave moaned and poured into her hand. Robert's eyes teared up as his seed squirted into Woodstock's cupped hand. Woodstock made another–two hand motions and Robert wondered in his frenzy that his milky white custard was squirting over her hand like little twitching snakes.

Woodstock's eyes widened. It wasn't Dave, it was Robert, lying gently in the crook of her arm, spurting his innocent seed into her hand. She smiled and stroked his hair, "Well, squirted fine?" Robert looked shyly into her eyes with a blur, then whispered, "For the first time!" and when she looked at him questioningly, he lowered his eyes and whispered incoherently, ".... For the first time ... Of a woman ...!". He could not see into her face, for it was radiant and so bright, washed with bright white hair, and her eyes gave off funny little sparks, that he could not see into them. Especially not when he was so stoned and boldly lying.

Woodstock was still pondering Jones, to whom she owed a painful clap. Then she wiped Jones away, out of her mind. What had Robert said? The first time? Woodstock stroked his head, his cheeks. "My boy," she whispered, "my good boy!" She didn't know why either, but she kissed him on the crown of his head and hugged him tightly. "It must have been good!" she observed. Robert whispered and lied without blushing, "I've already looked up everything about masturbating, but how to do it isn't written anywhere. Now I know, though." She had to wonder about Robert's expression, because none of the children she knew spoke in such a stilted way. A time passed, they lay still and silent beside each other.

Woodstock had gotten up, prepared a snack, and then they lay on the cot again. Woodstock drank a sip here and there, then she stuffed the little pipe and smoked. She said nothing when Robert reached for the pipe and carefully took a puff, then another. Half the evening passed with Robert at her hip, dozing, and her daydreaming in disjointed snatches of thoughts about the past and drinking quite a bit. They took turns smoking, Robert drinking nonsensically, inhaling deeply, and Woodstock smiled because his reaction to the sacred smoke was very drastically sexual. She watched as he slowly tensed and leaned against her. He had one hand on her breast, shifting restlessly back and forth his buttocks, and after a while whispered, "It wants to again!" Woodstock pretended not to understand him at first, but then she saw his dark look and looked down at him, at the steeply erect cock. She laughed deeply. "That's nice!" and giggled, for she too was already heavily intoxicated. She looked down at the stiff cock with a smile, anticipating the throbbing with which it was growing thick and firm again. "Well, what are we doing?" asked Woodstock, and it came nicely and lovingly to Robert. "Please, again!" whispered Robert after some hesitation, hiding his face coyly against her bosom. "What do you mean 'again'?" asked Woodstock, though she knew exactly what he wanted. There was silence for a long time. Robert awkwardly fiddled with his cock and stroked Woodstock's breasts. "Make it squirt out of my cock again, please!" he whispered so softly it was almost impossible to hear, but Woodstock seemed to have fallen asleep. Behind her closed eyes, thoughts raced, white and black arguing relentlessly, making her melt.

He propped himself up after a while and looked at Woodstock's body in the semi‐darkness. Although Woodstock was very old, she was somehow beautiful now that she seemed to be asleep. Her breasts were old and wrinkled, but they were still large, round, feminine breasts that could greatly excite a boy. Woodstock deliberately spread one thigh to the side, her hand falling next to her pubic as if by accident. Her desire to show herself naked and thus tease him suddenly sat on her neck like a little giggling devil. As if asleep, she sighed deeply and let her thighs fold even further apart as if unintentionally, and her heart thumped loudly as she lay open like a ripe fruit before him. Robert knelt up, then carefully bent down very low and looked at her cleft. His erection was getting fiercer, he felt for his cock and kneaded it impatiently.

Concealed, her hand approached her pubic fold, fingers gently and excitingly slowly tracing over it. Robert's eyes snapped open and he immediately thought of Tess. During the next few minutes, he nervously palmed his cock, as Woodstock stroked herself without it looking like purposeful masturbation, caressed her cleft, and sighed. She had to open her eyes just a tiny crack to see that the boy was crouched on his heels opposite her, watching her actions with greedy eyes. Her fingers were playfully caressing her pubic and labia, lambent and tender.

She glanced under the lashes at Robert, somehow satisfied at how violently he was becoming erect, how nervously he was tugging at his glans. Woodstock became aware all at once of how much it excited herself to show herself to the boy, to expose herself naked and bare to his gaze. She lolling even more, palpating her shame and sighing with excitement, for Robert's erectile response was unmistakable. Again and again he gripped his cock, spreading the moisture with his fingers and tugging at the foreskin, pulling it back a few times in a flash and then continuing to knead nervously, apparently not daring to masturbate in front of her. The cultural inhibitions stirred within him, but his greed and hotly rising desire were much, much stronger. Woodstock was happy and desperate, not knowing how to go on and yet actually knowing. The alcohol and the smoking pot had intoxicated her so much that the greedy horniness and anticipation made her smile widely. She saw that he was ready and lolling determinedly.

"Come on, Robert, do me!" she whispered, reaching out a hand to him. Robert startled and looked at her dumbly, for he did not understand her, and yet he understood her. He had read all about animal and human mating and knew everything, theoretically, of course. Woodstock whispered hoarsely in a luring voice, "Come, your first time!" Her hand felt its way to her cleft, parted the labia, and opened them playfully. From half‐closed lids she looked at him obliquely, "Come, fuck with me!" Robert heard exactly what she said, but he didn't want to comprehend it. It could not be, after all, that she, Woodstock, that she – no!

She settled better, then put a leg around him so that all at once he was kneeling between her thighs. She groped greedily for him and motioned him to approach between her thighs. Fearfully he followed, his fingers still curled around his cock. Lustful and horny, she groped for his cock and pulled the foreskin back over the glans a few times. Robert wondered why he hadn't read anything about it in the illustrated dictionaries. His heart raced and pounded all the way up his throat as she pulled him even further forward, pulling him to her on her chest. Silent and feeling awkward inside, Robert experienced this first closeness, this exciting, unknown, strange closeness, and was startled when she guided him with her hand into the entrance of her cleft, gently pulling his cock inside her. "Come on, little man, give it to me!" she whispered in a rough voice, reaching out with one hand and grasping his hip, grasping his butt cheek and directing him, pulling him deeper into that soft, very tight hole that opened willingly for him. Infinitely slowly, the brand‐red glans penetrated it. Robert shuddered a little when he felt how narrow and tight her vagina was, but it was slippery wet and warm. Woodstock sighed deeply and sucked in the air sharply, for it hurt for a moment as the thickly swollen penis entered her slowly, infinitely slowly, for it felt even firmer and thicker than she had thought.

Slowly his fear subsided, but he remained motionless, listening with closed eyes for the signals of her hand caressing his testicles. Immediately and long before he did, she realized with mild disappointment that he was about to squirt and whispered tonelessly that he should hold it back. Woodstock pressed Robert against her, who suddenly looked at her quite sadly and remained motionless inside her while he jerkily squirted. She stroked his buttocks delicately, though she accepted completely unexcited and somehow indifferent as it twitched and squirted inside her.

She had tears in her eyes and gently enclosed him in her arms, smiling at him and holding him very tightly, stroking him and murmuring soft words of love, whispering in his ear what a big guy he was now and how great he fucked and squirted, she felt it great. Robert felt sad and exhausted, but the old lady's caresses made him proud. He had his first time, and he had squirted great! It had to be so right, Woodstock had said he had squirted prima! He straightened up and kissed Woodstock, the first time in his life. Until now, the withered and wrinkled lips had frightened him when she kissed him, but now he kissed her, gratefully and sincerely.

Robert beamed all over his face. "Wow, did I fuck great!" he said boastfully. Then he let himself sink back and closed his eyes in exhaustion. Woodstock grinned guardedly and brushed away the semen stains. Robert was silent, for he didn't know how to tell Woodstock how he felt. He moved forward and hugged Woodstock, burying his face against her bosom and caressing her. She hugged and hugged him because she guessed how vulnerable he was at the moment. Robert never told Woodstock that at that very moment he made the decision to fuck Tess, but this time to fuck her properly, no matter what the cost!

Robert awoke in the first light of morning with one hell of an erection. It took a few seconds for his confusion to subside and he knew exactly where he was. He knelt up and looked at Woodstock closely. She was instantly awake, but pretended to still be asleep. Robert had bent down low and was staring strained at Woodstock's cleft under the light, sparse pubic hair. She grasped the situation instantly as it came back to her that this had been his first time. With his thumb and two fingers, he clutched the foreskin and quickly and hastily pulled it over the glans with jerking movements, while staring strained at her cunt. Her heart grew soft and gentle, and the furtive look with which she gazed at the excitedly trembling boy was romantic and almost tearful. She bent one knee so that he could see her cunt better. Robert almost stopped, so fascinated was he by the moist cleft surrounded by darkly wrinkled skin. With a quick glance, he made sure Woodstock was still asleep.

Woodstock got slightly excited when she saw under the almost closed eyelids, how he with rapid, unrestrained movements again and again pulled the foreskin over the glans, which ran dark red and secreted a first drop. Robert sat up on his heels and supported himself with his left hand behind. Woodstock let her knee tilt to the side and spread her labia and thigh a little. He masturbated very quickly, with his eyes fixed firmly on her cunt, he let his hand race back and forth. Woodstock's arousal rose by leaps and bounds as she looked at the delicate, slender boy's body with the grotesquely enlarged penis that was swollen so incredibly dark red and thick. It excited her tremendously that Robert stared so greedily at her cunt and worked this monster with his delicate fingers as if possessed, letting the glans advance in a rapid rhythm.

Yes, something like a serene mood and excitement rose in her, just willingly and unnamed shamelessly she spread herself for his greed, looked under lowered eyelids at Robert and spread her thighs so hard that the labia opened slightly. She held her breath because the boy crouching on his heels looked as if he were aiming his cock right into her cunt, as if his body stretched like a bow and in its extension the arrow he was rubbing wildly – it seemed to her almost as if he wanted to shoot it into her. Robert had his eyes fixed rigidly on her cunt and was masturbating as if possessed. Suddenly he tore his eyes wide open and quiveringly spurted the first white jet over her cunt, the second splashed on her inner thigh. The slender boy's body reared up and slumped far forward, so that the semen, which shot out of him in violent jets, spilled onto her cunt and thighs.

Robert remained perched on his heels, breathing heavily as he realized that he had spurted all over Woodstocks cunt in his rage. But she still seemed to be asleep, he noted with relief, and tried to catch his breath again, to calm down slowly. Woodstock squinted her eyes and tried to ignore her arousal, but she couldn't. The boy had cum on her hornily and aggressively, and she was amazed at how horny she had become letting him cum on her while she slept. She could feel her vagina getting wet and slippery, the old wrinkled skin swelling with arousal she hadn't felt in a long time. Under half‐closed eyelids she watched Robert, who increasingly calmed down. The minutes passed, but in her soul it continued to bubble, the arousal continued to build. Robert lay quietly next to her and listened to the pulsing of his heart. At some point, Woodstock's eyes also fell closed.

Woodstock later got up quietly and prepared breakfast.

Then they spent the morning splashing in the pool and lazing around, reading and eating breakfast again. Then, as they were already firmly smoking pot and drinking vodka again, Woodstock brought up fucking. Gently and carefully approaching, she explained to him how fucking really goes, and Robert was increasingly unsure if he had done it right yesterday. Woodstock was already slightly aroused again by her own description and the smoking of pot and looked at Robert, who only gradually took up the pipe again. The more clearly she explained to Robert what was expected of a young man, the more she got into an increasingly horny mood. With her knee drawn up, she sat quite unabashedly opposite Robert, who kept looking at her cleft with red ears, trying to imagine what she was telling him. It was obvious that he was trying to imagine it quite clearly, because he kept groping at his erect cock. Woodstock furtively played with one nipple and let one hand slide to her cleft for a split second to touch it inconspicuously. But of course, that wasn't enough for her.

After some time – occasion offered the common use of the pipe – she sat down beside him and propped up one leg, her hand wandering carefully to the fold of her pubis. Horniness and arousal throbbing in her throat, she drank and smoked, letting her hand rest on her pubic fold. Only when she was sure he couldn't overhear, she sank a finger and teased herself secretly. Oh, how that felt good, her clit hardened and her arousal rolled over her, though she wanted to give him a longer break. She silently groped for him, clasping his penis and stroking it gently. Robert's eyes snapped open as she touched him, but he said nothing. She lollied back and better adjusted herself, putting one leg around him so that all at once he was between her thighs. Wordlessly, she groped for his cock and pulled the foreskin back over the glans a few times. "He needs to get tighter!" he thought he heard her whisper, but then he thought he was wrong.

But she let her fingers slide nimbly over the glans, up and down again and again, for minutes. She tested its firmness with her fingers, but seemed satisfied only after she masturbated him again, fast and hard, so that he almost lost sight and hearing. His heart raced and pounded up to his throat when she indicated that he should kneel down. Robert obeyed, again enjoying that thrilling, strange excitement as she carefully guided his cock into the entrance of her vagina. Woodstock sighed, but only a little, as he slowly and carefully tried to penetrate her. Robert's thick cock would not go into her tight vagina, so he already thought it would not go at all. But she reached down between her thighs and with a loud wail pushed his cock resolutely into her vagina.

As she had done yesterday, she grabbed his hip with one hand, clasped his buttock, and guided him. Obediently, he moved back and forth, listening for her signals. Soon he found his beat, thrusting in and out with concentration. When she let out a little sigh with each of his thrusts, he looked up. She held him gently and her body was pushed back and forth by his thrusts, her wrinkled breasts moving rhythmically. Each time he penetrated her again, she sighed deeply and sucked in the air sharply, smiling encouragingly at him. Robert intuitively grasped the essence of fucking, recognized the connection between thrusting and sighing. He lost the initial shyness and fucked her, thrusting violently into Woodstock's vagina, waiting a split second for her to sigh and thrust again. He watched as her breath began to fly, as she gasped and squeezed her eyes shut again and again, but it was sheer pleasure and not pain.

Robert's body worked like a well‐oiled machine. Without knowing why, he pulled his whole cock out except for the glans and then thrust into her tight hole again, which seemed to please her just fine. Paying attention to her sighs and tuning into her beat, he could clearly feel Woodstock's arousal, feel her sighing deeper and deeper, her body slowly writhing and stiffening. He soon had figured out how far he could pull his cock out without the glans falling out and how deep he needed to thrust in. He moved even faster and saw in her face the weather glow of immense pleasure, which spurred him on even more. All at once she contorted her usually smiling wrinkled face into a painfully distorted grimace, bared her teeth and the corners of her mouth, and her eyes twisted briefly. Then a loud, long‐drawn sigh escaped her chest, fading into heavy breathing. Her vagina held him tightly, clearly he felt the quivering and undulating of the soft flesh that vigorously embraced his cock. She suddenly opened her eyes with a radiance he never forgot. As if in spasm, she embraced Robert, one palm sliding to his ass, and he felt that flat hand steering him, driving him on and on to more and firmer fucking. Her joyful glow made him smile, too, and he moved his ass as fast as he could. "Oh!" was all she said, "oh!" and Robert felt her experience another small pleasure with each "oh!".

Then her tension collapsed with a thud. Woodstock was completely exhausted and let it all wash over her, her body shaken like a lifeless doll by Robert's thrusts. He continued to fuck her for a long time, paying no attention to the soft, plaintive wails of the defenseless woman in whose confines he doggedly continued to fuck. Then he thrust deep inside and remained motionless inside her while the semen shot out of him in bursts. She did not move and felt him twitching and squirting deep inside her. Robert slowly and carefully pulled his softened cock out of her hole and lay down beside her with a deep sigh.

They lay side by side for a long time, Woodstock emptying glass after glass, smoking her pipe, and Robert lying exhausted beside her. He hastily drank down a few glasses, which got him drunk pretty quickly. They smoked a pipe together again and again, Robert enjoyed the effect of the drug and so did Woodstock, for her youthful lover, in his intoxication, told all the secrets he would not have told anyone else and let her tell him many stories of the Woodstock–Festival in Belgium. How different the stories sounded now, where she no longer had to censor and delete what was exciting and interesting! Robert also told everything that was really secret, how he had earlier been allowed to thoroughly examine cousin Tess after much begging, and that she had somewhat vaguely explained female anatomy and sex and masturbation to him.

Tess was very aroused after all this groping and showing and wanted to get rid of him quickly, but he had begged for so long after that she had given in. She said it was secret and he mustn't tell anyone, but she needed it now very, very badly and then she had let him watch her masturbate after all. He had read everything about female masturbation before, but nowhere did it say exactly how it was done. Now he saw it. Woodstock laughed a little embarrassed and asked what had happened to him and Robert lied, he had stood naked in front of the bed at Tess' behest and had a huge boner, Tess had touched him a few times while masturbating but nothing else, she had completely ignored him afterwards. Woodstock and he laughed boisterously as he performed a wild pantomime of Tess masturbating and her touching him.

They stayed in the garden all morning, on the comfortable, wide lounger. Woodstock stuffed her pipe and Robert slept, curled in her lap like a polar dog. The hasty fucking and his horny purrs had gotten her quite aroused after all, and since she had experienced only a tiny orgasm while fucking, she still felt very orgasm‐hungry. She moved away from Robert a little, lay on her side and turned her back to him. She closed her eyes and fantasized fiercely and hornily, later she stroked herself and as the arousal rose, she masturbated slowly and quietly. She took her time and every time she came her whole body shuddered, but she suppressed the trembling in her pelvis as best she could and carefully held her breath so that the boy would not wake up. It took a very long time, then she fell deeply asleep.

During the last two days, they practiced almost nonstop. Skillfully, Woodstock kept arousing Robert and then letting him mount her, often after only a few minutes. When he was already almost breathless, she let him sleep for a while and used the opportunity to fuel her arousal. Then she would go back to stroking the sleeping boy's cock, and he would soon wake up and be ready again. Robert realized how much Woodstock liked to get on all fours and let her take him from behind, he rammed her with pleasure and squirted for all he was worth. Even when taking his leave he had to strip again to mount her quickly and hastily, only then did she let him go.

It wasn't until Robert had said goodbye to Woodstock and trotted home that his lies came back to him, but why he had lied to Woodstock about Tess he couldn't figure out. In reality, Tess, about two years older than he, had started patting down the toddler very early and playing show‐and‐tell games with him. Her nature wanted that she absolutely had to have the say – the power – on the other hand she discovered to her astonishment how much it excited herself when she posed naked in front of the young boy. Then, when he got hard from gawking and staring, she would grab his cock and masturbate him. Often she would also lie on her back, spread her thighs with both hands like a frog and command the greedy gawker to masturbate and cum again and again upon her cunt until he could take no more. He was allowed to look at her chnt but never touch it. It was a very one‐sided business, which he was quite aware of, because she didn't masturbate when he was there. One day, after a long back and forth, he managed to wrest the concession from her to watch her masturbate. For years he had been spying on his mother when she went to the bathroom, squinting one eye through a crack in the folding door, but he could never really see clearly under the bath foam and the water colored a toxic green by bath additives exactly how she was doing it – mostly he only saw her face and the quick movements of her upper arm as she quietly masturbated. Sometimes he did it a second time right away if his mother took a very long time to finish.

Immediately after Tess had given in to the debate about letting him watch, she had half regretted it. She sat up on the edge of the bed and said surely this couldn't be one‐sided, so he had to stand naked between her thighs. He stared again at her dark‐haired pubis and at her small round breasts while she clutched his cock and rubbed it restlessly; she couldn't bring herself to keep her word.

Tess let herself fall backwards, spreading her legs wide in frog position and playing with her labia with her fingers. Robert looked at her small breasts and fantasized quite far ahead how she would show it to him now and soon thought that was already masturbating and stared down, although he was already so aroused that he almost couldn't concentrate his gaze on Tess' play anymore. She posed in front of him, spread her legs and closed them again, then lay back again spread wide and continued to play with herself, of course without masturbating properly.

Robert stood there with his head high and his wet, stiff cock and had a huge erection again, because watching her made him very horny. Tess never intended to show him her masturbation, of course not. Tess played dreamily with her labia, pushed them delicately apart and fucked herself a bit with a finger. Then she pulled the finger out again and stroked the little skin under which her clit was hidden. Lightly she pressed on it and rotated very slowly, because she had a lot of time, needed a lot of time to get warm. Her dark eyes kept looking at him, curious and almost watching. Robert got hornier and hornier and got a hard throbbing erection. Suddenly she sat up and jerked him very hard and fast, much better than usual. Robert sighed deeply, because it shot hot from his loins, but Tess let his semen splash on her breasts this time, rubbing his glans wildly on her semen wet breasts, and this obviously horned her up insanely.

She lay back again and now it was no longer a game. She closed her eyes, in her arousal now completely indifferent to the fact that Robert was now staring fascinatedly at her racing fingers. She masturbated wildly until she had almost climaxed, then she also took her other hand to help her and fucked herself violently excited with two fingers in her vagina. She came loudly and violently while her face changed to a grimace, her legs, her whole abdomen jumped and quivered convulsively. Then she gradually calmed down and told Robert to lie down beside her. Still panting violently, she blurted out, now he had it seen!

After a short pause, she said that he could kneel between her thighs and watch very closely at eye level. Robert crouched down in front of her, she stretched both legs up and spread them wide apart. He asked again about the clit and Tess paused, then she pulled the skin way back over the clit. He was allowed to feel and palpate her clit for the first time, but when he tried to rub it with one finger, she said he was pressing way too hard and he had to let go again. As she now slowly and deliberately satisfied herself, Robert followed her every move with curiosity and growing excitement. Alternately, she palpated her semen‐wet breasts or thrust a finger humpily into her vagina, while another finger excited her labia or clit. Rapidly, one finger rubbed the clit while another finger slowly humped inside the vagina. When the orgasm came, she humped herself with two fingers until it subsided. She paused for a moment, exhausted, and whispered that it would go on in a moment, and then she went on, doing it again and again, only releasing her horny spectator when she didn't want any more.

They resumed their games in the following period, but it was only occasionally that Tess became so aroused that she forgot herself – she much preferred to masturbate alone. Their play changed again when Tessa, sitting cross‐legged, took him in her arms like a baby and then played with his cock. She allowed, no, later even demanded vehemently, that he lick her tiny round bosom with his lips, that he gnaw gently on the nipple and tease the teats with his tongue. She threw her head into her neck and laughed with horniness, her hand rubbing him quickly and making him squirt violently. It sometimes happened then that she had become so horny from licking and nibbling that she reached between her legs and masturbated quickly, so that Robert was just shaken around. But even that soon came to an end.

She turned to her peers and had no more time for Robert, who followed with jealousy and sadness the hissed rumors that Tess was fucking this or that, yes, actually all of them, and when he then took heart to visit her and want to fuck her too, she wanted to send him away again without having achieved anything. But while he was still asking, pushing and begging the doorbell went and that–is–Robert–my–little–cousin crept dejectedly past Tessa's admirer, out.

That she was really going off the rails, drinking and doing drugs, and then getting pregnant by her lead engineer — whom everyone just called that — made his heart grow heavy.

The year before, just when he was 14, his family – the mother, her pianist and he – were at the lake for the entire summer. While the two adults went to town or lounged lazily in the garden, Robert was at the lake, looking enviously and longingly at the couples and young girls, imagining what it would be like if. But he was still far too frightened and inhibited to even approach girls. He knew that he would immediately start to stutter or turn bright red; so he let it stay. After a short time, he noticed an exceptionally elegant young woman who went to the boathouse every day around noon to change clothes. Robert was curious, and curiosity was stronger than his fear.

He laid in wait, only to find that he really couldn't spy on her from a distance. He examined the area and the boathouse closely and realized that he could dive into the boathouse from the seaward side and hide wonderfully among the boats and the mess of sail bags, lines, and miscellany. He actually dove through and remained there, just his head above water, motionless clinging to a rope. No one came, he saw no one, and no one saw him. He stayed in the dimness of the boathouse for a few more minutes, filled with a relieving sense of triumph, now she could come, he would be there. The next day he was already waiting for her in his hiding place.

Suspecting nothing, she changed, far too quickly for him to see any of what he really wanted to see. Only when she was in her bathing suit did she stop, listening, and look around, then after a while she went out into the sun. Robert waited until the palpitations subsided and carefully left his hiding place. Thus two days passed, but on the third day she undressed and sat naked on the edge of a boat. She remained seated, took a bottle of suntan oil from her beach bag and rubbed it on slowly and very, very conscientiously. Robert almost passed out, his stiff cock throbbing and he tugged and rubbed to master his horniness. Then, almost at the peak of his masturbation, their eyes met.

Robert froze in shock. Then, in an instinctive reaction, he wanted to dive off in a flash, to disappear, to run away. But she raised her hand, gestured for him to stay, and her dark, warm voice told him to stay, that she didn't mind. Indecisively he remained, only his head sticking out of the water. No, she said again, she didn't mind, on the contrary, he should just go on and then she made a clear obscene movement with her hand, so that Robert's blush rose to his face. He remained motionless in the water, stiff with shock, looking at her.

She twisted and turned as she sat, her silver‐blond hair falling to her shoulders and covering the base of her already ripe, heavy breasts. Her figure seemed heavenly even to him, although she was rather plump and chubby, but her legs were slender and flawless. When she moved her legs, he saw her pubis, which to his astonishment was clean‐shaven, leaving the slit visible as a fine pink line. He stared open‐mouthed and she turned, lifting one leg and placing her foot on the coaming of the boat. Minutes passed without Robert being able to take his eyes off her, then she stood up and put on her bathing suit. On her way out, she said lightly that she would come tomorrow at the same time and hoped he would be back. It seemed to him that she had floated silently out the door, for it was minutes later that he awoke from his torpor. She would come, she wanted to see him again!

So nervous and restless he was, he had never had a day as long as this one. His heart was pounding like crazy thinking that she wanted to see him again! He hardly slept and ran to the beach already after breakfast, looked expectantly at the sun, whether it would soon, whether it would finally reach the noon point! Then it finally became noon. Impatiently he dived under, took another deep breath and dived into the boathouse.

His imagination was going crazy. Although she wasn't there yet, he could see her when he closed his eyes. His erection became unbearable and he rubbed himself slowly to keep the anticipation going for quite a long time. Then, after ages, she came quietly and quickly into the boathouse. She stopped indecisively and waited until her eyes adjusted to the semi‐darkness, then she caught sight of him. Lightly she went to her boat, laid down the elegant beach bag, and slowly, looking at him again and again, undressed; she laid down each article of clothing as slowly and carefully as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Sunlight fell glaringly on the boat through the empty window cavities.

She sat down right here in the bright light where her immaculate nakedness stood out brightly from the dim darkness of the boathouse. She closed her eyes and seemed to shiver as, with a soft sigh, she spread her thighs slightly in infinite slowness, offering her open paradise to his eager gaze. Robert, heart pounding, stayed where he was. For minutes they just looked at each other. Then she nodded at him and made a hand gesture for him to come closer, and when he still didn't move, she quietly told him to come a little closer. Carefully he came closer until he reached the edge of the board floor about two or three meters in front of her and held on to it. She sighed and relaxed, her thighs slowly folding quite wide apart. Robert's breath caught as he strained to look up her thighs in the dim light, recognizing every detail in her cleavage. He had to swallow hard, because now she stroked one hand along her body down to her hip, then lifted one leg and boldly propped up her foot.

"Exciting, isn't it?" she asked, looking up into his face. He nodded involuntarily and looked away, for he was ashamed.

"You don't have to be afraid," she smiled softly, "I like it when you look at me!"

Robert looked to her, and sure enough, she was smiling at him. She had seen him in the water for a few days, she said, and it excited her a lot when she saw him masturbating in the water. That was fine for her, she always liked to see a boy masturbating, it was really fine for her. She liked boys masturbation very much, she had horny feelings then. His gaze slid over her body again, lingering on her breasts for just a brief moment, and went lower. He glanced at her cleft and thought of Tess. He was embarrassed by his erection, though he tried to cover it with one hand under the water. The minutes ran through the hourglass while they remained motionless like this. This repeated itself over the next few days.

Once again he was at the very front by the plank, like a seal just poking his head out of the water, looking at her. She glanced to the side and Robert tried to cover his erection as usual. But the heart‐racing horniness grew stronger and stronger, more and more often his hand clasped the shaft and first bent it downward, pulling it back up. He hoped that she could not see what was going on underwater and stroked himself carefully, then more and more violently. When she looked at him, he froze in mid‐motion.

"No, don't, keep going!" she said, making the obscene jerking motion with her hand, but Robert didn't move, barely daring to breathe. But she turned her open thighs to him and smiled encouragingly, then she looked up at the ceiling rafters and, leaning on her elbows, leaned far back so that her light hair fell back. Her loins, the tender girl's cunt between her wide‐open thighs had such an electrifying effect that Robert, overtaken by his horniness, jerked off like crazy underwater and, letting out a loud sigh, cum. She had watched him, for sure. Time passed slowly as he recovered, panting. Slowly she raised her face and looked at him kindly. Somehow it seemed to him that she was triumphant. She waited a few more moments before standing up and slowly slipping on her bathing suit. Before walking out, she suddenly squatted down and gently stroked his dark mop of hair.

"It was nice, I enjoyed watching you masturbate very much, really!" she said softly smiling and stood up again, "see you tomorrow!" and floated quietly out the door. Robert was exhausted and somehow sad, but also happy and calm. She had watched him, she had touched him, she had praised him! No, she seemed to have meant it sincerely, she liked it that way. He was still confused at the thought that she wanted to arouse him with her body and that she wanted to see him jerk off. He dismissed this thought at first, but then he thought of Tess again and recalled past events. Reviewed today's situation again and trembled with excitement when he realized that she really meant it as she said it.

Another day he waited in vain, she did not come. He already thought that she had forgotten him or that she had changed her mind and hung around the boathouse all afternoon like a wet misery. When the sun was already very low, he trotted home and went to his room without eating, much to the amazement of the pianist and his mother. He shook his head and said, no–no, it was all right, but then he quickly went upstairs and sobbed his pain into his pillow.

She was back. He saw from a distance that she was going into the boathouse and he plunged into the water, bliss gave him wings and he swam and dived into the boathouse as if drunk. Her dismayed expression brightened as his head popped up.

She laughed and said, "I thought you weren't coming!" and smiled as she quickly brushed off her clothes. Robert beamed inwardly and looked at her – I wonder how old she could be? She could be as 18 as 28 – he didn't know. As she slowly slipped off her bra, she looked at him in such a strange way that it made him feel strange. Then she slipped the panties over her bottom, lifted her legs and pulled the panties over her feet. She smiled when she saw his expectant look. Then she stretched and stretched, gently stroking her breasts and hips. She sat down like a pin–up–girl from the 50s and looked at him. He held onto the floorboard with one hand and regarded her with bated breath. His eyes kept sliding to her narrow cleft and his erection came violently. He groped with one hand to his cock and held it tight. Just tight – he could have looked at her like that for a lifetime. Her eyes scanned him curiously and one eyebrow rose, lowered and rose again.

Robert still wasn't sure if what she had said the day before yesterday still applied today. But her look told him what she expected of him. Slowly, she lifted one leg and propped it against the edge of the boat; the thigh slid gently to the side, revealing her slightly open cleft. Her gaze was firm and demanding as she slid her hand over her belly and very briefly over her labia in a definite manner. Her fingers delicately parted the labia, then she raised her hand and made that inviting obscene hand motion again. Robert stroked himself slowly, then more and more violently, and rested his lowered head with his forehead on the hand that held him to the floorboard. He jerked and quivered as it came to him, but when he looked up he saw her gaze shine.

She beckoned him toward her, "yes, come, come even closer!" and then said, "come, sit here!" and pointed with her finger to the board floor, one–two meters in front of her. He gave a jerk, got out of the water naked as he was, and she gestured for him to sit down. Then, as he sat directly in front of her, she opened her thighs wide and said he was welcome to look at her, she leaned back. He looked at eye level into her slit, which she played her fingers around and also widened her labia. She watched in fascination as his cock slowly awoke from its resting position, became semi‐stiff, and then quite passably stiff. "Do it again," she said, "do it again, I like watching you masturbate!"

He groped for his cock and looked questioningly at her, she nodded eagerly "yes, please, do it for me!" and he began to masturbate very slowly. Unfazed she looked at his cock and his masturbating, unfazed he looked at her pussy, labia and fingers playing erratically and erratically with her clit. The longer he masturbated, the more purposefully her finger tongued the clit, which, up close, was about twice the size of Tess'. He masturbated thoughtfully, watching her keenly as her clit play became more vigorous the longer he lasted. After relatively long clit stimulation, she suddenly threw her head back, a quick trill on her clit and she orgasmed, restrained and very controlled, looking him straight in the eye. Robert saw the gleam in her eyes.

He masturbated very quickly and squirted in her direction, his semen slapping the boards and she tightened her feet so as not to get anything off. She smiled at him with bright eyes and asked if it was okay for him, and he nodded vigorously, having a thick lump in his throat. She put on her swimsuit, nodded to him very sweetly and said on her way out, well, see you tomorrow! He swam back, went to his room elated and he could have even hugged Mr. Pianist for happiness.

The next day he was already in the water when she arrived. She quickly undressed, sat down in her sunlit spot and beckoned for him to come out. She gave him an encouraging nod, opened her thighs wide so he could get a good look, and they masturbated together again. Again he delayed until she orgasmed and came second to squirt. Since it was his first orgasm of the day, he squirted all the way and his semen hit her pubic with pinpoint accuracy, as did the second jet, the rest went on the floor. She quickly got up and washed herself, but she smiled mischievously at him.

Then she sat down close, directly opposite him, and let him look, up close, watching his cock stiffen again. After a few minutes she looked at him questioningly and stroked her clit. He nodded delightedly and immediately masturbated again. She moved very close until her feet were behind him and at arm's length from him she masturbated, her gaze fixed on his cock, orgasming again in complete control and without violent kicking. Then she watched his masturbation until she realized that he was about to squirt. She pulled her labia apart with both hands and smiled promptly, letting him squirt directly onto her open vagina. She then jumped into the water and washed herself. When she had put on the bathing suit, she gave the seated Robert a kiss on the crown of his head and murmured, see you tomorrow, my dear! and went to the beach. Those were the only words spoken. Robert almost drowned with bliss, he almost forgot to swim.

At lunchtime, he was already in the boathouse when she arrived. Like yesterday, she undressed without a word and they sat down again very close to each other, smiling at each other expectantly and quite sweetly. She started to masturbate and he waited a long time until she almost came and moved a little closer, his hard‐on touched her labia and she immediately stopped. He moved even closer and his cock slid into her vaginal opening. She sighed and looked into his eyes in wonder, but she embraced him at the hips and Robert could feel her pulling him to her. She wanted him, he could feel that clearly and heard her whisper softly that he could fuck her and cum all over it, it was completely safe. She kissed him several times in the middle of the mouth and whispered hoarsely, come let's fuck!

His cock was already practically in her vagina, but still he hesitated. She nibbled on his earlobe and whispered that she wanted it and that he should be allowed to squirt very deep inside her vagina, that's what she wanted, yes, really! Her whispered desire amazed him, she kept whispering and encouraging him, because she was convinced that he had never done it before. That was the special charm that made her, after two weeks of abstinence, seduce this boy, whispering horny words of love in his ear. He grabbed her by her buttocks and lifted her onto his lap, his cock sliding ever so slightly into her warm, wet vagina. She hugged him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. He began to fuck her and she sighed and moaned in pleasure as he fucked her gently but forcefully. She looked into his eyes in wonder as she quivered a tiny bit and her vagina betrayed that she was orgasming by a slight, persistent twitch. Still gazing at him with star‐sparkling eyes, he spurted instantly and she felt his hot seed shoot into her. They sat motionless embraced for a few minutes and she kissed the cheeks, neck and shoulder of the little boy she towered over by more than head length.

Robert sensed that his cock was still quite stiff in her vagina and let his hands again move from her back to her buttocks, then he pushed her very lightly and slowly to give the cock time to stiffen. She was completely astonished when their eyes met, she nodded in affirmation and willingly let him fuck her. The second time it took a long time and she noticed that he was getting a little tired. Her hand stole down, her fingers teasing her clit and she brought herself to climax very quickly. She looked into his eyes again and he felt the slight tremor and quiver of her orgasm. When it subsided, her fingers reached for his cock and she held it so that it no longer plunged all the way in, but was only partially inside her vagina. With seasoned professionalism she masturbated his cock as he was already very tired and watched his face. She could soon sense that he was ready now and took her hand away. He made two–three deep thrusts and squirted and squirted until nothing more came. They remained seated, weary and tight, embracing, and she felt his cock shrinking in her vagina.

With a grip that suggested great experience, she pulled his cock out of her cunt and jumped into the water to wash. When she came out, she crouched down next to him and kissed him on the mouth. Robert said that he couldn't French kiss yet and she smiled and showed him. I'm Rikki, she said, I'm studying history in Munich and I'm 26. He said that he was Robert, 16 and a student, here on vacation with mom and her.... uh, lover, XY, the famous pianist. He was a little ashamed because he had made himself older. He went on to lie that he hadn't had much experience and had only seen his cousin naked and masturbating a couple of times, but masturbating he could do since he was 9, and that he sometimes did it several times a day.

But she also lied when she said she had also learned to masturbate when she was about 9 and did it every day, usually before she got up, rarely more than once. She had her first time at 17 and had only slept with 4 men so far, she did not have a steady boyfriend, she was writing her doctoral thesis and had no time for a boyfriend. But sometimes a non‐committal handjob resulted, back in school, she had already done a lot of handjobs, certainly more than 150, the first time when she was 12 or 13. Almost all of this was true, except for the 4 lovers. After all, she had been financing her studies as an expensive escort–girl for about 3 years now, she was beautiful, young and educated and had probably let herself be fucked by more than 200 men. But she didn't want to tell him that.

He was happy all around, and in the hours afterward he imagined how everything would be, how everything would be different if he were just a few years older. But all this fantasizing didn't help, the next day the suitcases were packed and they went home. So gladly he would have waited until noon and gone to the boathouse to say goodbye, awkwardly kissed her goodbye and swore eternal fidelity to her; but the suitcases were packed, the cab driver seemed impatient and nervous, and his mother sent him up twice to see if anything else had been forgotten.

Robert pondered for weeks after his first time with Woodstock how he could get to Tess. And in the process, one day it just happened on its own. As he did every day on his way home from school, he walked past the house where Tess and her mother lived, but no one seemed to be there. He looked upstairs and there was Tess lying on the bed, completely naked and out of breath. He stopped indecisively in the doorway, thinking sheepishly about what he was going to say now, because he knew immediately what he had just disturbed her with. Tess didn't feel disturbed, tapped the mattress next to her and told him to sit down. Then he sat next to her, she impatiently swallowed one of her pills and waited to see if he finally said what he wanted. Robert looked at her seriously and then he blurted out that he wanted to copulate with her. Tess nearly choked. She was almost 17 by now, pregnant and a drug addict. He was little Robert, well, they had played kid games, but that was about it.

What do you want, to copulate me!

Robert swallowed and nodded. Tess, who had earned her drug money mostly from handjob–service and casual prostitution, respectively, and who also didn't know exactly who the father of her unborn child was, marveled at the little guy's direct impudence, yet she now had great respect for his courage. She ran her hand over her belly and asked how he would have imagined it? Robert explained it to her in detail and she smiled, because that's not what she had meant, fucking she could already do quite well herself. Robert remained silent. That he was so young? And, when did you have your first time? Tess thought. She was not even 14 at that time. Robert grinned. Oh, and I'm supposed to be too young? He caressed her belly, stroked her thighs. "I don't mean any harm," he said, groping her pubic area. "I'm old enough already, and I just want it. And I don't want to do it with anyone but you. We already know each other, after all, and you are the dearest and most beautiful to me." He felt her labia very gently and stroked them.

Tess was flattered, but didn't let on and asked if it was really his first time. Robert lied: yes. Tess thought for a long time. Robert had burst in earlier in the middle of her afternoon masturbation, and actually she had wanted to continue. In pregnancy, after all, she always had lust, immense lust, and she had plenty of time to indulge that lust. Well, if she could not continue alone, then just with Robert. Yes, damn it, why not, it wasn't incest, they were only step‐cousins. She looked up at Robert and nodded. Yeah, come on then!

Robert undressed in a flash and lay down next to Tess. She stroked his face and hair, she kissed him on the mouth and said that the first time was very important, that's when you should get comfortable so it would be a nice experience. Slowly she felt along his body and briefly held his semi‐hard‐on in her hand. Then she slid down and took Robert's cock in her mouth, her lips and tongue playing with it until it was completely stiff. She paused for a moment, then said he couldn't lie on her stomach because of the baby, but she would think of something. Quickly she took two head pillows and put them on top of each other, then she lay backwards on them. Robert stood next to the bed because he understood: so her vagina was at about the right height.

Tess lay down on the cushions and whispered, "Now come on!" then pulled her knees up and spread her thighs wide apart. Robert stood in front of the bed admiring her beautiful body. She was a very beautiful girl, but the drugs had already begun to draw her features. But her chest was flawless, her small, pregnant belly stood up well to her pubic area, which she had fashionably shaved except for a tiny strip of hair. Her labia were a soft pink and a fold of pink skin covered her small, pink stiff clit, though she spread herself quite wide. Woodstock and Rikki came into his mind and for a moment a guilty conscience seized him toward her, but he shooed away all thoughts. "You're a beautiful girl," he said to Tess, and she could tell he meant it. "Come on," she said impatiently and a little harshly, because she couldn't very well say that she had been working that poor clit for hours today, that she was still hopelessly horny and now eagerly awaiting the next orgasm.

Slowly Robert approached and had to bend down just a little bit, then his cock was in the right position. Tess closed her eyes as Robert slowly penetrated. How different Tess' cunt was! Much softer and wider than Woodstock's tight hole, although Tess was much slimmer. Rikki's vagina was also tighter and firmer than Tess's. Tess made some movements and encouraged him to finally do it. Robert obeyed and held onto Tess' knees while he fucked her. Tess relaxed, Robert stared at her face, which still twitched a bit when he thrust into it. Tess whispered for him to go ahead, Robert sped up. She grabbed his shaft with both hands and teased Robert with her fingers. He could safely squirt, she added, she was pregnant after all, and laughed out loud. "Come on, sweetheart! Squirt, squirt me full, I need it so badly, darling!" and so on rang out her false bursts of emotion and then she held her belly with both hands as she saw him get round googly eyes. "Squirt already, damn it!" she cursed, pulling her labia apart with her fingers. Immediately he squirted, penetrating deep into her vagina and jerking as he continued to squirt, thrusting and spurting until it was over. Then he lay down beside Tess, panting heavily.

Tess asked him if his first time had been nice and Robert answered truthfully, nicer than ever. Tess asked if he had enjoyed her masturbating then and Robert said yes, it had been very appealing to him and very pleasurable. Did he like it when girls masturbate? He replied that he didn't know, she was the only one he had ever seen masturbate. Tess continued to ask, whispering, if he knew that women can have orgasms much more often than men, and Robert nodded. Tess nodded and felt that she was in safe waters. She said she could also very often when she was filled with pleasure and then she almost couldn't stop. Robert sleepily said he wanted to sleep for a few minutes and Tess gently stroked his hair, just sleep my little lover, just sleep, she said.

Tess was not uncomfortable with the memory of letting Robert watch her earlier, but in general she felt masturbating was very intimate and at the moment did not want him to watch her. She breathed a kiss on his forehead and waited until he was asleep with long breaths, then playfully and silently groped herself. She fantasized to herself, becoming aroused by her fantasies, and slowly and pleasurably played with herself, masturbating gently and stopping immediately to continue quietly teasing herself. Robert, who had woken up, watched her secretly and got hard again. Now he turned to her and continued dozing.

Tess saw his erection and immediately stopped. She wanted to feel him inside her again, carefully she touched him. Robert awoke and looked at her questioningly. They didn't speak a word, then Tess turned around on all fours and stretched her ass invitingly towards him. Robert understood and knelt behind her, then inserted his cock into her vagina with one hand under the crease of her ass. It didn't go easily, because Tess was very aroused and her vagina was swollen. He fucked Tess, who moaned softly to herself, in the same manner as Woodstock. He pulled his cock out almost all the way and pushed it in deep very quickly. He fucked her very slowly, enjoying each thrust and caressing her beautiful ass, and she caressed her clit. She was getting very close to climax when Robert felt her raging finger. Now he couldn't hold back any longer and squirted, squirting all the way deep into Tess's vagina and feeling the vagina accept the semen and milk it until nothing more came, then he sank back on his heels. Tess was nowhere near ready and kept going obsessively, suddenly throwing her head back and groaning in orgasm as her vagina worked and squeezed his seed back out and the juice ran down her thigh. She was quite disappointed, for it had ended too quickly and was unsatisfying for her, but he would probably learn that.

Robert slept a few minutes while Tess was downstairs in the kitchen squeezing a fruit juice and called his mother that she was alone and it would be very pleasant if Robert could stay with her until tomorrow, he was handy and she could use a helping hand. No sooner had she said it than she smirked at the double meaning of her words, but Robert's mother was glad as hell that her good‐for‐nothing son was needed elsewhere and she had a free Saturday night with her pianist. Then Tess went back upstairs to continue fucking Robert.

Robert didn't like the missionary position with pillows and the dog position very much. He asked Tess to lie on her side and penetrated from behind in the side position. She liked it because this way she had both hands free and could masturbate while being fucked or hold the baby belly with both hands when Robert was in the final and rammed quite wildly. This became their favorite position because it was good for both of them. Robert really enjoyed being able to penetrate deep into her vagina, which was especially important to him when he was squirting. Tess masturbated all the time and kept having her little orgasms. When Robert was only thrusting with difficulty the third or fourth time, she reached deep down and masturbated his cock until he could squirt.

Robert had learned quite a bit about masturbating girls from Rikki and had tried it out. He surprised Tess when he pushed her fingers aside and masturbated her. At first he was gentle and tender and told her to sit back and relax completely. She followed, as it was very fine the way he did it. He soon started harder and Tess gasped and moaned with pleasure, but he kept increasing and she protested that it was enough, but he didn't give in and held her ironclad even though she wanted to stop. Then he brought about the finale, she gasped, whimpered and shrieked and cried out, because she had since long time not experienced such a violent orgasm. Instead of stopping abruptly, as she always did, he continued to stroke her very gently until her involuntary twitches subsided. She lay there exhausted, saying only "wow! That was great!" From now on she let him masturbate her more often, because after that she was thoroughly satisfied for a while. Fucking in the side position she liked very much and when he could stay stiff or became stiff after a rest, they fucked several times in a row.

The only time they met was when Tess was home alone. She sometimes did him with her hand when she didn't want to fuck. Her belly quickly thickened, soon she rarely dared to fuck and sucked his cock instead. Robert was not surprised, it did very good and was a good substitute. That Tess swallowed his semen confused him at first, later he got used to it, but she also sucked the cocks of her patrons. Mostly, however, when the squirting came, he was allowed to stick the glans into her vagina after the sucking and fuck her very carefully with the glans and squirt inside. Tess only allowed herself to be fucked very carefully and in slow motion, because she was hell‐bent on making sure he didn't start fucking wildly and hurt her baby when he squirted.

The baby came way too soon, precipitously. After the terrible birth and the operations that followed, Tess had become infertile, skinny and sad. He visited his cousin in the hospital, but they did not meet for many months after that. She had health and financial problems, plus her stepfather was urging her to finally marry her longtime beau, but whom she thought was an idiot. Finally she broke up after 3 months, she doesn't want to marry the idiot. So after 3 months Tess called Robert's house and asked if he could come babysit.

Of course he could.

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