Traudl and Rémy

I am Edeltraud, called Traudl. I am very God‐fearing and live chastely, I have consecrated my life to St. Carmen of Toledo, who was publicly raped by the evil Moors for days in the marketplace of Toledo and fucked by everyone until she died in supreme rapture and exstasy. For a long time I still believed the fairy tale that her rapture and ecstasy were of divine origin.

In our small village near the capital, as young girls we masturbated like crazy in a big round. Some girls also let themselves be fucked by the boys, but not me, I wanted to remain a virgin for my father and only watched the fucking secretly from a distance.

My father, whom I loved idolatrously, used to come to my bedroom every night, then to put a finger through the hole in my hymen and nodded in satisfaction, then watch me masturbate until I got tired. His finger in the hole of my hymen always found my G‐Spot and he rubbed me there diligently in my orgasm. He masturbated kneeling between my thighs and lay on top of me for squirting, to fuck quite wildly without tearing my hymen, he grabbed my little baby ass with his paws and squirted contentedly humming deep into my pussy. The mother was not allowed to know that, of course! After all, she masturbated day‐in and day‐out and only reluctantly let him fuck her sometimes, masturbating was much much better, she said! He came every night until I was 18 and moved into the rectory. Often the mother caught us, then she hit him on the head and scolded wildly, what he was doing with that fuckin' dirty slut, incestuously fucking and squirting into that baby hole, but of course he did not give it up. I always wanted to give him my virginity, but he shook his head firmly, I must remain a virgin until my wedding! For his sake, I masturbated every night wildly and let him fuck me, although I had the new priest vowed in high and holy words to be chaste and not to masturbate anymore.

The new priest was against all sex, that was for sure. He made a "Wall of Shame" that was hung in the hallway of the school until the Lord Bishop had it removed. To make the wall of shame, the new young priest accompanied the photographer and hung our pictures, one board for girls, one for boys. This is the sin of the flesh, it said above it in big letters, on the left were us girls, on the right the boys. The girls were photographed masturbating, the boys while jerking off. There were 4 pictures of me, one after masturbating, just my pussy and clit, which the photographer had artificially enlarged. The other three in the middle of orgasm, the priest and the photographer had both crawled between my legs to get good close‐ups. They made me masturbate five times in a row until they got enough good shots. You could see all in close‐ups, my blurred finger racing over the clit, of course my cunt with the hymen, my big proud breasts and my face contorted with lust and effort. It was much the same with the other girls. At the board table with the boys, a large cluster of curious girls always formed, the boys only occasionally dared to look at the girls' wall of shame. I cheated myself in between to secretly see the squirting cocks. Some squirted really high into the air, with some the sauce only tiredly poured out of the glans. The priest kept coming by and giving speeches about the carnal sin, the worst of all sins that we children could ever commit. The priest made us all take the great pledge of honor that we would not masturbate anymore, and I kept to it, ironclad. Of course, I masturbated very wild in the evening to make my father happy before our fucking, but that doesn't count.

With 18 I got the freed apartment upstairs in the rectory and could sublet the second bedroom to other girls. I work half days in the bakery as a saleswoman, what better I did not find. But I was godfearing, chaste and went to morning mass with the priest every morning. There was only a thin wall between my bedroom and the sublet room, full of framed pictures of saints in both rooms. Someone had drilled a hole in the wall to peek over. I enlarged the hole until it fit me and hung an almost transparent picture in the other room, so I could watch the girl masturbate every evening from half a meter away. Thank God the hole was never discovered. My vow of no‐more‐masturbating wobbled precariously because watching the girl masturbate behind the wall made me terribly horny. She was up for grabs, her bed was right under the hole and I could see every little hair, she was that close. I could hear her gasping and panting as she strained to work up one orgasm after another. I asked St. Carmen's forgiveness when I again had to masturbate quite a bit every night after spying.

The new strict priest called me to him. I was a good, chaste girl the priest said, and therefore he entrusted me with a special little sheep of his herd, a young Negro from Africa. He introduced me to Rémy as his new landlady, but the priest didn't have to stutter along in English, the Negro Rémy spoke fluently German. He was a handsome man around 18, but unfortunately he had very dark black skin. He studied in the capital and he was related to the priest in some confused way. Of course I agreed, although I had never had a man as a lodger before and I was afraid of his black skin. That's how I met Rémy.

Rémy called me every morning in the shower, I should wash his back. After a few minutes I was no longer afraid of his black skin, and when he turned around and I saw his thick, long snake dangling down for the first time, I covered my bra and panties with my hand in shock, because the first day I didn't wash him naked yet. He grinned and let me lather and scrub his front. "My cock too," the guy said cheekily, "it doesn't bite!" This outraged me a bit and I really washed him vigorously, making his snake‐long cock thick and very stiff. "You're not done with rubbing my cock," he said with a very naughty grin, and I was very shy and shameful to grip his cock. I blushed and got hot red cheeks when he demanded to rub his cock. I turned my head away, because I was so shy and full of shame, when I did it, trembling in arousement and fear of a devine punishing lightning. I stopped before doing it and took my bra away, my heavy breasts immediately falling down under my belly navel, but spoiling the bra, I didn't want. Thinking for a second I took down my slip too, for his fingers where touching my cunt already. Now I was ready and grabbed his giant cock. So it came to pass that every morning after showering I masturbated his long cock and let him squirt in the bathtub. I had never done the masturbation of cocks before, only watched my father. But I very soon learned to masturbate Rémy's long cock. It was so long that when I clasped it with both hands, it only half covered it. So much for the dimensions. It was only a little strange the first day, after that it was nothing special at all to stand naked next to him and masturbate his cock. I must also say to his credit that he never touched me indecently or tried to fuck me. He fondled my beautiful, large round breasts with horny pleasure and fingered my pussy with increasing lust before he cum. It was all chaste and fine.

I come from northern South Africa, at 8 years old Missy took me to her bed and I stayed with her for 10 years until she sent me to Germany to study with an uncle who was a pastor.

The Missy, whose real name was Doris, had us 8 year old boys line up, all 14 of us, to pick her next Boy. Her husband lived a day's ride away at the other end of his plantation. There we 14 boys stood, naked and hopeful, in the blazing afternoon sun, because it was an important issue. Her Boy was only there for fucking and Missy‐masturbating, not for the strenuous physical field work. I had the biggest cock of all and was sure she would choose me. She lay down on the bench and one by one, all 14 of us, had to fuck her. I was the last, I tried hard and held back the squirting as long as I could. The Missy straightened her skirt, said a friendly thank you to everyone and from then on I was her boy for the next 10 years. The Missy could not be fucked often enough, in the afternoon, in the morning with my morning wood and at night until I got tired. After fucking she spread her arms and legs apart and I had to masturbate her with a finger to a twitching, shivering orgasm. She stroke my hair in a thanking sense but never kissed me. Her husband came over every Sunday morning because they went to church together. He fucked Doris with all the hunger that he had accumulated in a week and watched grinning and benevolent when I fucked the Missy too. That went great for 10 years, then I was sent to Germany to study, that's what my Missy wanted.

So I was busy every morning masturbating Rémy's cock in the shower and he held back a lot because the priest had said I was a chaste girl, which was kind of true. But Rémy got lady visitors almost every afternoon, he liked to fuck young girls as much as married ones. It had spread like wildfire that the black boy fucked like a world champion! As often as I could, I pressed my face to the hole in the wall and watched their fucking. It was always so awesome to watch Rémy's long, stiff snake slowly diving into her pussy. Most of them couldn't take Rémy's cock all the way in, but they all groaned, moaned and gasped, because Rémy was obviously very good at fucking. All the girls and married women had shaved pussies, so I asked the gay Rosi shave me three times a week, and she was allowed to masturbate and fuck me as payment, so to speak. She really masturbated me so excellently that I lost my breath. And when she lay on me and fucked my clit with her clit, I had one wonderful orgasm after another like Saint Carmen of Toledo. And she fucked, fucked and fucked in a row until she had a violent orgasm. After a few months I shaved myself, the lesbian fuss of Rosi was just too embarrassing for me.

How can I put it? I was getting hotter every day to let Rémy fuck me. I watched every day the happy fucking, became horny as hell and masturbating brought only short relaxation. The holy Carmen of Toledo had already withdrawn long ago from my unchastity, unfortunately. One night I gathered all my courage and crept naked into Rémy's room.

He was lying on the bed, rubbing his long cock very slowly, absorbed in his reading. It was a booklet full of nudes and fuckers, a fine study, that! He looked up and I sat straddled on the foot of his bed. "I want to fuck you, Rémy," I said in a thin voice, my heart pounding. He took an in‐depth look at my cunt. "You're still a virgin, Rosi," he stated, and I nodded. "But I am the Traudi, you know" I reminded him, "if you like, then you may deflower me! I've wanted it for a very long time, but I never dared to ask!" He nodded thoughtfully, "dare, Traudi, dare!" he grinned, "come lie down with me and relax, it's an important moment for you and it should be as romantic as possible!" I lay down with him, skin to skin and trembling with excitement. He was very gentle as he inserted his cock. It only made a tiny prick, then I was deflowered. He fucked me and his whole cock went exactly fully into my pussy. It was beautiful, I thanked him with lots of French kisses and cuddling. I loved his fucking very much and got very violent orgasms after he allowed me to masturbate while fucking. My ass and pussy twitched and pumped wildly like a wasps ass trying to lay an egg in vain.

Since then I fuck him every night and it is always exciting, horny and never boring.