Writing inhibition

I moved to this small island half a year ago. I had to overcome my writing inhibition in a new environment. The daily events did not interest me, honestly said, at all, on a single day the criminal in the Kremlin released the atomic bomb attacks. He was pushed into the corner and he wanted to stage a heroic Götterdämmerung like the other criminal in Berlin, 80 years earlier. Even that he did not accomplish and was now only a broken old man in a prison. Europe, Russia and the USA were partially contaminated. On that day, the pen fell out of my hand, I could not manage a single line.

For the first few months I lived with the widow Plunkett, whose hospitality went far beyond the rented room. Nothing to be proud of, sharing the bed of the sexually starved widow was not a conquest, it was a service she desperately needed and which saved me from masturbating. After 4 months I bought the little house and moved in, I was the 34th family to inhabit the island. I had only 2 neighbors, the already known widow Plunkett, whom I dutifully visited every evening for dinner with dessert‐fucking, and a little further away Tom Barlow, whose large family I was able to meet during my friendship visit. His face was somehow familiar, but I couldn't place him anywhere.

As I said, I still visited the Plunkett every night then because I was the dessert and we chatted superficially. I didn't need more, no philosophizing mind, to block me further. My new home was very simple, a large bedsit, a small kitchen and a small bathroom. There was electricity, water and a good internet connection, for free. The island's agriculture was state of the art and had taken care of that. On the large dining table my screen had enough space, the lines remained empty. I had sent photos and a floor plan to my partner‐in‐love Rosi and she would come here in the next few days with our "son" Jack. Jack was neither my nor Rosi's child, but Rosi had picked him up somewhere half a year ago and taken him with her. I wasn't much help to her with the authorities, since I was just finishing my last novel and therefore she alone had guardianship over the 13‐year‐old. (Should it really be my last novel?!)

I pushed back my plate, I was full. Plunkett came around the table as she did every night and sat on my lap. She wore only a short negligee with nothing underneath at our dinners and she was ready for me, the dessert. She was a well‐preserved widow, watching her figure and keeping herself fit. Her face was usually sorrowful, but as soon as she sat on my lap her mood brightened. Since her husband had died, she had started masturbating again and did it greedily, hornily and obsessively. Fucking me was a wonderful foreplay, when I had gone she would continue masturbating for hours until she fell asleep from exhaustion.

I picked up Rosi and Jack with the electric cart from the small port. Electricity was free thanks to the agricultural barons and everyone drove such a vehicle, there were no cars. We purred home and I told Rosi what I had agreed with Plunkett. I would visit her one evening a week and Rosi grinned wryly. "You must recharge her batteries once a week, eh?!" she laughed, because in sexual matters we both did what we wanted. But I could sense how much she was looking forward to seeing me. The widow Plunkett was the first affair I had since I lived with Rosi. Rosi especially loved masturbating and she had a busy lesbian sex life before me. She kept up the lesbian lovemaking until we adopted Jack. She told me often and in great detail about lesbian lovemaking, because I had no idea about it. She had made hundreds of videos with the smartphone and transferred them to my laptop. I only knew the last girls, but I would never have guessed they were lesbians. Bi, Rosi said, bisexual. I deleted the bad or blurred shots right away. But the others I must have watched hundreds of times and I still watch them a lot because they were better than any porn on the internet. The girls masturbated oblivious to herself and I watched their facial expressions, not just their clits. Sometimes Rosi had recorded her own pussy and the girl that masturbated her or licked her clit with her tongue and lips. Quite exciting I found the shots when a girl fucked Rosi clit‐to‐clit. These close‐ups made me hopelessly horny, it was highly exciting when the girl fucked Rosi to madness. Sometimes we watched some clips together, it turned us both on to fuck. — Jack sat in the back of the truck, fishing for luggage that was not yet used to my driving and threatened to topple overboard. "Next time I'll drive," growled the boy who usually almost never spoke.

I ran Rosi a hot bath, she threw the prosthetic leg into the corner, cursing. "Two days nonstop, that's enough!" I understood and massaged her sore leg stump. "No, don't, you piglet!" she scolded pro forma, "wait until I'm cleanly bathed and in bed!" At that, even the word‐shy Jack had to laugh. While Rosi bathed, I prepared dinner with Jack, I had bought vast quantities of food. During and after dinner, they talked about their adventurous journey, by bus, train and ship, and finally by ferry. We had to laugh a lot until we went to bed.

I hugged Rosi and Jack again and again today. I had missed them both very much. Birthdays were not my strong suit. Jack had to be about 13 or 14, Rosi was just over 20, maybe already 22? I kept forgetting. We had been together for 4 years, I had met her at 17 or 18. She fascinated me from the first moment, she was exactly the muse a good writer needed. When and how she had lost her leg, I asked at the beginning, but she never answered. She had a small stump of a leg in her groin, it was as if a swordsman had severed the leg with a diagonal cut. When we lay together for the first time after a few weeks, I looked at the damage very closely. She explained to me that the prosthesis was sufficient for mobility, but still very uncomfortable to wear. She was a very clean girl and shaved her pussy every day since we were together. She had told me frankly that she used to love to masturbate. But she gave me her virginity and let me fuck her very enthusiastically. She joked that she didn't miss her leg when she masturbated or when she fucked. That's how she was. Black pageboy hair framed her smart face, her eyes were sometimes light blue, sometimes light green. She was quite slim with round, womanly hips and her beautiful labia hid her jewel. I loved to fondle her firm, round little breasts endlessly. She was much more educated than her peers and that attracted me a lot.

We had agreed that we would not use contraception and that we would welcome a child. Then she met Jack. He slept on the floor next to our bed for the first few nights until my last straw and I took him into our bed. He soon left off his pajamas and snuggled up to the naked Rosi. He was fearful and curious at first when I fucked Rosi or when Rosi masturbated naked on the bed. As far as I know, he did not masturbate then. He would thrust his stiff cock against Rosi's naked body until he fell asleep. He would wake up completely confused when he had poured himself all over Rosi in his dream. Rosi soothed the half‐asleep whispering that he had only squirted finely and stroked him to sleep. The nocturnal outpourings came almost regularly before I went off to find a place to write poetry.

Now they were here. I was fucking Rosi, who was having a wonderful orgasm. Jack pressed himself against Rosi from the side during the fucking, his hand resting on her pussy as always until she relaxed after the orgasm. He snuggled into her arms and soon fell asleep. We continued to talk in whispers, there was so much to tell. Rosi suddenly fell silent and pointed at Jack's cock. The lad made slight fucking motions and poured out onto Rosi's belly. He seemed to wake up and Rosi stroked his hair lightly, then the boy immediately went back to sleep. "This happens every night now," she whispered and I nodded, what could I say? "I've been thinking about it," she whispered, "I'm going to show him how to masturbate." She paused and I knew I had to wait in silence. "I've never masturbated a boy," she continued, "but there's advice galore on the net. I waited to do this because I wanted your opinion." I nodded in agreement, it was okay on my part.

I was startled out of the dream. It was a bank robbery, things were going haywire. Just a fucking dream. The bank robber's mask slipped. It was Tom Barlow.

I slept on dreamlessly, intense smell of coffee woke me up. Jack was already sitting at breakfast, Rosi had made fresh coffee. We drank coffee and I was finally awake, ready to go. Rosi smiled. "Welcome, Jim!" She pointed her chin to the floor, there were three crosses marked with chalk. Chalk? Where the heck did I keep chalk in the house?! "If we install three poles here, I can move all over the kitchen without a fucking cane." "Sounds like a good idea," I muttered, "where am I going to get the poles?" Rosi smiled broadly and grinned impudently. "When was the last time you were in a dim, seedy bar in the red light district, dearest James?" I was so surprised that I stared at her open‐mouthed. Rosi laughed brightly. "I know, you've never been there. But that's where the beauties of the night swing up on poles, up and down. Horny, right?" Okay, I understood.

There was not a single store on the island. A call was made to the mayor, who got everything from the mainland, from screws to milk to men's suits. I called immediately. "Max, if you laugh at me, I'll buy from your neighbor in the future." Max laughed booming, his neighbors left and right were sheep pens. I laughed now too and said, "Max, I need three poles like the dancers have in the night bars." I would have given a fortune to see Max's face. Max certainly didn't make a face. "Jim, I have a lot of serious work to do. Fuck with who else!" And Max hung up, he actually hung up! I immediately called back. "I'm not kidding you. Three bars, adjustable if possible, and don't forget the stuff for a secure attachment." I glanced at the note Rosi slid to me. "The room height is exactly 2 meters 26, yes, 2.26 exactly. And anything to fix it, a plate or something, screws, etc." I listened. "Yes, wood on top and bottom. 2.26, yes." Max droned, "I've got it all written down and I'll call back when they're delivered. And don't you fuck with me, it'll cost you!" I grinned into the receiver. "When I get everything installed, you really need to come by and I'll show you my bar with the poles for the girls. Okay?" Max made to get rid of me crazy fast.

I had gotten a small desk for Rosi and Jack, with 2 laptops. If it got too crowded, you could put your laptop somewhere else. That's how it was most of the time, Rosi preferred to sit in bed with the laptop on her knee, Jack and I sat at the table. I had chosen the best seat, with the window open I could see our wide green meadow and the green hills in the background, where millions of sheep grazed and did everything sheep do. Between meals there was to be Silentium, silence for the poet.

I sat in front of my screen, a notepad and a dozen finely sharpened pencils. Everything was ready, except the poet, who still had a concrete wall in front of his head. I typed half a page, deleting it as I read over it. I followed with great interest what was happening in front of me on the bed. Rosi had invited Jack to join her on the bed and made him take off all his clothes. Jack was completely devoted to her and always did what she said. She had pushed the laptop aside and pulled her silk negligee up to her hips. I listened intently.

"You've seen me masturbate a hundred times, Jack. Look closely, come bend over and take a good look at everything. This, this is my clit, lightly covered by the foreskin. Put your finger on it, yes, exactly there. That's the clitoris or clit, it's there for us girls to masturbate, nothing else. This is the outer labia, and there, starting from the clitoris, are the inner labia. Some girls have much larger labia minora, but that doesn't mean anything. And here, look closely, that's where the vagina starts, that's for fucking and having children. When a child is born, it is pushed through the vagina, the vagina can stretch insanely wide, this is also good when a man fucks me with a big or thick cock. I shaved my pubic hair away, it makes me feel clean and hygienic. Some do not shave, that should make each as she wants. The Fucking you have also seen a hundred times, so if you want to know something, just ask me.

When fucking, the man injects his semen into my vagina, you do that so far in your sleep and it confuses you, and it does not have to be that way. Just like I masturbate to release my tension, you can masturbate to release your tension and squirt out the semen if you like it and not randomly squirt sometime during the night. All the men I know do this when they don't have a woman to fuck. That's okay, that's normal and it's healthy to squirt your semen out. I will do it to you now and then as often and as long as you want. You can come to me anytime you get a stiff dick, that's the sign that the body wants to squirt the semen out."

Rosi reached for Jack's cock, "See, it's all stiff, so it's high time to cum." Rosi pulled back the foreskin over the glans with two fingers, with her fingertips. I was about to intervene, tell her to do it with her fist, but I held back. She continued for a very long time and Jack squirted for the first time. She did it right and kept rubbing him very gently until he finished squirting. "Just watch carefully, one day you will do it yourself." Rosi glanced briefly at me and I nodded quickly. She had done it perfectly, explained it perfectly.

Jack dared to ask and Rosi was always ready to rub him for a shot. Three, four, five times a day. Even after we fucked in the evening, she saw his erection and rubbed him without words. I said nothing, she did everything right and I watched in peace. Finally I was able to type a few pages. No publisher would print that, pure pornography. But, the typing felt really good. The only thing missing was the igniting spark for the next book.

In the middle of it all, Tom Barlow came to mind. I was sure I'd seen that face before, but where? It had to have been in one of the newspapers I read regularly. I looked into it; I could browse the archives online for a fee, back to World War II or longer. I drew a grid on my notepad, newspaper/month, so I could proceed systematically. I was only briefly interrupted by Max, the bars for your bar are coming tomorrow. I drove to the port and picked everything up from the ferry.

For an afternoon Rosi, Jack and I installed the bars, they were adjustable and really tight. In the evening Rosi swung from pole to pole, it was perfect. I appointed her Tarzan h.c., Tarzan honoris causa. We cleaned up and I called Max, everything had worked out and he could look at our bar anytime, only he would have to bring the whisky, mine was running out. "So, a home delivery of whiskey," Max bawled into the line, and I added, "by the boss himself!" Max seemed to pause for a moment. "My motto, no evening without a whisky!" and he would be there in half an hour with the lifesaving fluids.

He arrived, slightly late and slightly illuminated, he had to choose the right brand to go with a world‐renowned writer first. Then he entered our home. "I see, I see" he said and sat down, not understanding what the bars were doing in the living room. Now Rosi came through the air, from pole to pole. She had on a rather short skirt and no underwear, she flashed her pussy briefly, frivolly and unashamed, then she sat down at the table. "Mr. Mayor, may I introduce my wife and this one, our Jack. Yes, Jack, shake hands with Mr. Mayor, he is the most important person on the island, without him we would be sleeping on the floor and starving!" It turned out to be a fun evening, we drank half a bottle and Rosi flitted here and there and good Max tore his eyes open when she flashed her pussy. He kept hitting the table top, what a clever boy I was, my wife could go flying all over the place. I was concerned when Max got on his e‐mobile swaying and said, hopefully he won't get into a traffic stop. He bristled. "But, we don't have any police on the island!" and then he laughed boomingly. "My good Molly knows the way all by herself!" and then he buzzed off.

I patted Rosi's ass cheeks. "You sure gave him a run for his money," and she snapped, "you old macho, that's what we barflies are for!" She knew me well enough to know that I didn't want to be macho and didn't condescend to women. Rosi whispered, "This morning, when you were in the port, Jack masturbated for the first time by himself. But he didn't enjoy it very much and said I make it much better for him!" We went into the house, after fucking Rosi masturbated Jack, who beamed all over his face. We fell asleep and I dreamed of Tom Barlow.

I sat in front of my screen and just wrote away, my pornographic story was progressing, I saw twists and surprising turns that made writing so easy for me. But I always looked up from the screen when something was happening on the bed. I had the impression that Rosi was now masturbating much more frequently during the day than before. Jack sat naked at the foot of the bed when she masturbated and squeezed and pressed his cock. He was insanely excited when she raced toward orgasm. Her face contorted with effort and she looked Jack almost piercingly in the eyes before throwing her head back in orgasm and her body shook and trembled. It seemed very touching to me how the big boy crawled to her, embraced her intimately and caressed her hair, her head and her face and body. She became very soft and snuggled up to her big son. She didn't make him wait, she touched his foreskin with her fingertips and rubbed him very slowly and gently until he cum. They whispered to each other and I heard out that she wanted to steer him to masturbate himself. He resisted many temptations. For example, she suggested that they masturbate at the same time. But he obviously liked that she made him squirt.

I read the newspapers one after another, each in a month, and it was backbreaking work. I looked at every picture to see if Tom Barlow appeared anywhere. It took me 4 days to do a month and I was sheer despair. I kept my schedule, time for writing, time for the papers. I remembered the event of many articles, but Tom Barlow was nowhere.

Rosi chalked up a small success. She would start masturbating him as before, but he had to do the finale and at the end he was allowed to squirt on her breasts. It worked, he fist masturbated in excitement without anyone showing him and grinned with a contorted face when he was allowed to squirt on her breasts. Jack's eyes fell out of his head when Rosi collected his semen with her finger from her beautiful round breasts, put the finger in her mouth and swallowed it. "Do you really swallow it?" he asked incredulously, and she nodded, saying there was nothing to it, and it tasted very good! I was almost sure she was going to tempt him to squirt it in‐her‐mouth, but she didn't.

Instead, she offered him that if he masturbated himself from the beginning, he could put his glans on her labia while masturbating and squirt on it. On the labia, on the slit, directly, skin to skin. Jack's eyes lit up briefly, but he didn't accept her offer until the third day. I liked to sit on the stone bench that ran around the house in the nice weather and smoked. I got my head clear while smoking and looking at the sheep across the hills, that brought peace and order to my thoughts. Jack came out of the house naked and sat very close to me. I put an arm around his shoulders, he had something on his mind. I lit a cigarette and he shook his head, saying he didn't smoke yet. Then he formulated his question awkwardly, as he always did when he was struggling. Whether one did not squirt too often, whether it was not harmful to health to squirt so often? "I have already squirted seven times today," he finished his question. I reassured him that only the suppressing of the squirting was harmful. Even if you had already shot all your juice, it was okay to masturbate without squirting if you felt like it. "So don't worry about it, dear Jack!" He still had something on his mind. Rosi had allowed him to squirt on her slit, on her labia, would that be okay with me? "Yeah, sure, squirting all over her labia is a really horny pleasure!" Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Jim, that helps a lot!" Seconds later he disappeared back into the house, laying down with Rosi. I went back to my screen.

Rosi had long since taken off her negligee and had masturbated while Jack sat outside with me. She instructed him how to kneel best and she dabbed her labia with his glans, drove the glans up and down in her slit for a while. Then she asked him to masturbate. She held his glans on her labia with one finger and murmured how well he was doing it. He masturbated well, with his fist and quickly. He straightened up, he had to squirt. Rosi pressed his glans firmly on her labia and made him squirt. He sank to his heels and sputtered how nice it was. Rosi wiped up the semen with her finger and swallowed it. He hugged her gratefully and lay down to doze. I read the next paper looking for Tom Barlow.

Many weeks passed, spring came, summer was drawing to a close. I had read through a whole year, my pornography was already a good 60 pages long and Rosi usually masturbated four or 5 times a day, sometimes more. Otherwise she was reading about the French Revolution on the laptop, which didn't surprise me, she wanted to study history at one time. Jack worked on his laptop through the material of the next class, whose exams he wanted to pass in the fall as an extern. But he got up a dozen times and lay down with Rosi. He always masturbated himself now, allowed to slide his glans into her slit while masturbating so it wouldn't slip. He squirted in her slit as he pleased, she stroked his hair and hugged him after he had squirted. She was very pleased that he always masturbated himself now.

When Rosi sat down with me on the stone bench and had a smoke, she had something to talk about without Jack. She smoked nervously, then dampened the cigarette and started. She had, while I was searching a house on the island, had several gynecological examinations done. This morning the final results had come. She was infertile, 80%. That meant she would only have a 20% chance of having a child. She had already suspected this and now she had it in black and white. I kept silent, what could I say to that? She saw my expression and took my hand. "It's okay, we'll put this away, right?" I nodded, we could always adopt a baby, ease the little one's suffering. "Yeah, maybe later," Rosi croaked, angrily wiping a tear from her eye with the back of her hand. She hated to cry.

I couldn't see the transition, because Rosi was talking about her accident for the first time. She was 7 and the children were playing by the railroad tracks, jumping over the tracks on a dare in front of the trains that slid along in slow shifts. She tripped and the train cut off her leg. It was a similar feeling now, something medical was happening and there was nothing you could do. The goddamn fainting.

Once again, I didn't understand the transition. "I'll be 23 in two months," she said, and I hid my surprise, muttering that it was "her birthday again." She laughed brightly, "every year, about the same time!" We laughed, as I was reminded by my computer every year by complete surprise. "Jack will be 18 in February, he really wants to graduate from high school after that, but he doesn't know yet if he can go to university after that or not. I have assured him that we can and will finance him, he should think about, what he wants to study." Rosi lit another cigarette. "I assured him the financing, and is that okay?" Of course it was okay, Jack was as much my kid as hers. "I suspect he'll study something to do with computers, we've talked about it several times." We'll give him a good start, there was no question about that. I hadn't had anything to do with universities, maybe she was inquiring if Edinburgh or Aberdeen would be right? Rosi nodded, she would see to it.

When she lit her 3rd cigarette, I knew there was something else. "I'm going to fuck Jack soon, really fuck him." That wasn't a question, that was a statement. I thought about where we were now in our development. For months now Rosi had been letting him penetrate deep into her vagina to squirt, it had taken him a while to get up the nerve. He had asked me during a cigarette break and of course I didn't mind. I took it a step further. I had never touched a cock before, but for a few weeks, after fucking Rosi, I grabbed his cock in the middle of his masturbation, I masturbated his beautiful cock for minutes and inserted it into Rosi's cunt to squirt, put it in very deep and continued masturbating his cock root until he had finished squirting. Jack was beaming like a gold coin after squirting in, it visibly did him good. He squirted a lot this way and now didn't need it as often during the day. I masturbated him every evening after we fucked from start to finish, he found it insanely horny and Rosi beamed too. "That's what he needed, to be masturbated by a knowing male hand and cum in a pussy. That's what our Jack needed!"

I considered how I was going to tell Rosi my thought, regarding fucking. "He should experience it as something beautiful, as very intimate, also for us men the first time is an important experience." Rosi nodded, "rely on me to do it right. He is as dear to me as he is to you." I stroked her hand, we were a good team. I said, "since you masturbate so much during the day, I have the impression that you orgasm much more often when you fuck me in the evening!" Rosi beamed at me. "Isn't that right, so fucking is a lot more fun for both of us!" I nodded, so it was.

I jumped up from the screen. Tom Barlow. I had him! No doubt, no question, it was him! I read all the related articles. His real name was Tadeusz Brezinski, he was from Poland and had served half his life in prison. The 55‐year‐old was, as the newspapers portrayed him, a felon and a gang leader. It was about a bank robbery in the city of Edinburgh 4 years ago, 8 million loot and one dead guard. Brezinski was on the short list of suspects, but they had nothing on him and couldn't hold him. When weeks later DNA‐evidence conclusively convicted him as the killer, he was gone and untraceable. The young, inexperienced guard had struggled with the masked Brezinski over his gun, and a shot had gone off, hitting the guard in the abdomen. He died at the scene. The Royal Bank of Scotland could spare the money, but the poor fellow left behind a 20‐year‐old widow and a month‐old baby. The Royal and the government chipped in to at least provide financial security for the poor woman. With that, I closed the file, ran out to the stone bench and smoked in satisfaction. Rosi came rushing out and dropped down beside me. It was customary between us to wait in silence until the other was ready to talk. I looked at her and reported that I could identify the guy and told her the facts. She asked what I intended to do now? I knew immediately that there was not a minute's delay.

I picked up the phone and spent the next hour and a half trying to find the detective in charge. He made me tell him everything twice and got my consent to record our conversation. I heard many other voices in the background, of course, and I answered all the questions as far as I could. When I hung up, Rosi beamed at me. "That you are a hero, I don't need to tell you. But that you might have the material for your next novel..." I interrupted her immediately. "I am not a crime‐writer, I would be able to type maybe 20 pages from the 20 lines of facts, but that is nothing. I am a porn‐writer, now at least, a hundred pages of really juicy sex I have already typed and there I go on. It will never get published, but it is good exercise in writing‐reading‐correcting and keeps my brain going. As for the next real work, I haven't a clue. It's called writer's inhibition, plain and simple. It's what I've been suffering from for months. The uncertainty of whether there will ever be a next work." We sat holding hands on the bench for a long time, then I had to leave. Plunkett was already waiting.

I woke up first thing in the morning and made coffee. That night, after I fucked Rosi and she rewarded my efforts (or ours) with a beautiful orgasm, I masturbated Jack as I did every night and made him cum in Rosi's fuckhole. He really enjoyed inserting only half the cock so I could masturbate the rest until he had squirted it all in to the last drop. I sat down with the coffee to my screen and watched the waking up of the two late risers.

Rosi kissed Jack awake. They whispered very softly and she told him she was going to fuck him now. She explained how he had to guide his cock to excite her g‐spot and wait to cum until she reached her orgasm. He nodded, dazed and confused. Then he looked up and looked at me. I nodded with a smile and made the okay‐sign with my thumb and index finger. Now he was wide awake. Rosi caressed him, stroked him, hugged and kissed him all at once. He returned her caresses still a little clumsily, but full of love and devotion for her.

Slowly she piloted his cock to her cunt. I clutched my coffee mug excitedly, I have never seen Rosi fuck anyone else. Jack's cock was bigger and thicker than mine, now slowly penetrating her fuckhole. Her swollen labia dilated and contracted again when he withdrew his cock. He fucked slowly and deliberately, striving to slide along her g‐spot as he thrust in, she had explained this to him quite well. I could see it quite clearly as her orgasm slowly approached. She clutched him tightly, thrusting herself faster and faster against his thrusts, and I heard her squeezed gasps as she came to orgasm. Jack was irritated for a moment and held still. I couldn't see their faces, but I assumed he was surprised by her contorted grimace, which faded into a relaxed smile. I heard her whisper "Come now, fuck me really fast and hard and then squirt!" Jack started moving again, he fucked very fast and thrust in hard, after a long time he squirted and kept thrusting until he finished squirting. She held him tightly in her embrace and caressed him reassuringly, then let him slide to the side. She put her arm around him and let him doze off.

From now on he fucked Rosi as often as he could and she gladly let him fuck her. She was very happy because she got an orgasm almost every time Jack fucked her. She alternated between the French Revolution, fucking Jack and occasionally masturbating. I was making great progress with my pornographic story and was already at over 150 pages. Rosi read the first 150 pages very attentively and laughed brightly in between. She sat down with me and we went through her notes very carefully, as if she were my editor. She simply discarded the long section where a protagonist described in flashback her obsessive masturbation in childhood and adolescence. We sat down outside in the sunshine so as not to disturb Jack while he was studying, and Rosi told me in great detail how a young girl really masturbates, what triggers her, and how she experiments with all sorts of things. It was the first time Rosi told me about masturbating in her childhood and adolescence. Some of the details were hard to get out of her mouth, sometimes she was red with shame. I absorbed every word, my description was really completely superficial and rather described the experience of a boy with a clit.

Max, our mayor, called me all excited (as he did call all the other residents). "Imagine, there appears a detective superintendent from the capital with 50 armed men and informs me, the mayor in charge, that they had arrested one Tom Barlow, yes, the one from The Whickets, with him his brothers, sons and cousins and all the wives and children, they are taking them to Edinburgh! He is said to be a wanted bank robber and murderer, here, with us, on my island! I don't even like to imagine what a serial killer could have done here!" I let Max rant about the carnage for another 10 minutes. I asked how much the Barlow still owed him, it wasn't a large amount. I told the stunned Max that if he could arrange for me to buy The Whickets, I would not only pay Barlow's debt, but I would also buy a whole lot of dance poles for my wife from him. "You remember the dance poles for my wife?" Max laughed booming, The Whickets was only rented, but he'd take my word for it, he'd look for the contract right today, he still had to give formal notice to Barlow. He would call me when he had it all sorted out.

Rosi looked at me in amazement. She didn't know The Whickets and wanted to see it first, "you don't buy a house on the phone! So, what don't you like about our cottage?" I enumerated. Here, there was only a view of green meadows, green hills and green sheep. The Whickets towered over the sea, the waves, the surf and the screeching seagulls. "Green sheep, screeching seagulls — keep it up, my animal‐loving Jim!" I skipped over that. "It had at least 5 or 6 rooms, for our adopted children, for example. And from a purely structural standpoint, it was in better shape than our palace. And there was a stable out back, so I could put my electric cart in there and you could put your riding horse in there." "Riding horse!" snorted Rosi in mock indignation, "a riding horse too, maybe a real zoo?" We laughed together, then I got serious. Maybe it's just a snap idea, I saw it from the outside for three minutes two years ago when I paid a neighborhood visit to Tom Barlow. "Fiddle‐dee‐dee," Rosi interrupted me with a laugh, "you were just scouting to see if the landlord had any daughters of fuckable age!"

Max called early in the morning, he would be there in half an hour, he had everything on hand. I woke up Rosi and Jack, get dressed! I put on extra coffee and put cookies and Danish on the table, then Max already rumbled in the door. We had coffee and he showed me the notice. I put it next to the lease and shook my head. "Effective immediately, you're welcome to write whatever you like, Max," I said stretching, "but according to the lease contract, it's not effective until the end of next month at the earliest, which is a good 6 weeks from now." Max stumbled, "I thought you were a writer, not a lawyer," he said meekly. I said, a writer can be a bit clever, can't he? Rosi gyrated around the table to join me in studying the floor plan. It was a nice, big house, suitable for a larger family. It was only 30 years old, there really was the barn, even with water and electricity. The cozy loggia in front of the house was not drawn. I asked Max how much land was there, he rummaged in his notebook and put down a sheet. It was several thousand square meters, the cliffs to the beach, the winding path and a 75 meter wide sandy beach were also part of it. Rosi's eyes flashed as she asked Max if the path could be widened to allow electric carts to go down and up? Max scratched behind his ear. He would lay it out wider and not as steep, but it was doable. Maybe you should hire a mainland company, old George likes to do that kind of thing too, and cheap, but he wouldn't give it to George, he'd been retired a very long time. Rosi nodded, refilled Max's coffee and pushed the Danish pastry towards him. She was good at sizing up crooks and honest guys.

I had read who owned The Whickets. "Yeah," Max said, "I already talked to him on the phone last night, he wants" Max leaned over and whispered the purchase price into my ear behind his hand. It was less than I had guessed and more than I wanted to spend. I counted it over in my head; it was about as much as Book No. 12 (or was it 13?) had brought me three years ago. I still had a fat reserve, though; my books had sold splendidly. I scratched my head and pretended awkwardly. "I, we, still have to inspect it first, of course. I have to inspect the roof first and foremost, that's something I know about." I lamented the breadless fate of a poor writer (they do exist) and quoted a price, about 90% give or take, plus/minus, as I told Max. He didn't know what plus/minus meant any more than I did, but it just sounded good. I read in his face that this cut into his finder's fee. But I didn't have to feel sorry for Max, he was business savvy and made a good living from his island. He gave me a bunch of keys, we should visit everything and ask him everything. After all, he was the mayor of the island and he wanted decent people on The Whickets, not mass murderers and bank robbers. He took his pieces of paper and buzzed off. Rosi and I stared at Jack, who laughed uproariously. "Can I call him King Max or Gröbmaz? The greatest mayor ever?" We were perplexed, Jack had a sense of humor and could make a pun with a history reference to the Greatest Commander of All Time, 80 years ago. "Damn it, Rosi, our boy is growing up!" Sure enough, half an hour later we buzzed the 3km to The Whickets.

The summer was coming to an end, Jack only fucked Rosi four or five times during the day, and I was making giant strides towards the 300‐page‐mark of porn. I was able to negotiate Max down another 15,000 ("the roof is due in 10 years") and bought The Whickets in my and Rosi's name. I drove to our new house with Rosi every day and discussed with her everything that needed to be done. I told her to direct the work and learn to drive electric carts. That went quite well with one foot. I had made a good deal with Max. He received 5% of the sums and "only" had to hire the companies on the mainland and supervise the work. Rosi was in charge, I had to write. Max licked his lips, that was easy money.

Rosi had me read her 650 pages on the French Revolution. That I didn't check the facts was clear. She wrote fluidly and excitingly, thrilling even for a layman. She used many footnotes and referred to other sources. There were a lot of places where I suggested changes, because some seemed a bit wooden. I had to give her a long lecture to keep her work from drifting into pornography. Even if there were facts here, a publisher could not print porn, never. She gradually understood that "it" could only happen in the reader's mind, not in black and white. She mourned her wording, she had tweaked it so much and given her heart and soul. She started making corrections.

I had talked to Rosi about it and she agreed. I called the Plunkett, I would come to dinner for two, that's all I revealed. I walked the 300 meters with Jack and explained to him on the way that it was right if he fucked other girls too, not just Rosi. The widow was pretty much fuckable and had a whoring nature, she would fuck every cock she could get. What Rosi thought of it, he wanted to know, and I reassured him. It was her idea and she wanted him to fuck other pussies too as experience. Jack nodded his understanding and remained silent until the end of dinner. The Plunkett was pleased to meet my son and at first was irritated at what I suggested. She was only 42 and older than me, but I maintained that I didn't want to take on too much, two women were just too much for an old man. Gradually, I steered her into the right alley. I asked Jack to step in front of her. She unwrapped his cock very expertly and cradled it to her hand. Her curiosity aroused, she turned it back and forth, checking its firmness, and nodded with glittering eyes. It was nice, really big and she would like to try it, of course, said the fake snake with greedy glitter in her beautiful eyes. Jack wouldn't let me go, I should stay with him. Okay, I said, without asking the Plunkett. We went into her bedroom. She was already naked, with my son still struggling with his shirt buttons. I pulled a stool to the foot of the bed, from there I had the best view into her cunt as she was being fucked. She quickly pulled him onto the bed and hugged him. No foreplay was necessary, she fluted, she had already been doing foreplay all day because she was expecting me for the evening. Jack didn't understand a word, but I grinned. The Plunkett was quite a pretty young widow, slim with round, large breasts that were beautiful like ripe large apples. She had her pubic hair shaved smooth because it was fashionable now. She had long, reddish‐blond hair, shoulder‐length and proof that her ancestors had conquered the island in dragon boats. She bent over Jack, licking and sucking his cock, murmuring over and over how nice and big his cock was. The poor guy looked confused at me, but I nodded reassuringly, the licking and sucking and taking it in‐her‐mouth was okay. He settled back reassured and enjoyed the frivolous play from the widows tongue and her lips. She lay down in fuck position and pulled him between her thighs. She had a beautiful cunt with large labia swollen with excitement like Rosi's, but her clit was much smaller than Rosi's. Her vagina was also swollen and waiting for his cock, pretending to be tight. Jack penetrated slowly and carefully, testing the depth, and then he began to fuck in his usual manner. After a short while I heard the excited gasp of Plunkett, her labia widened and closed like Rosi's. He did an excellent job, she hooked her heels into his ass cheeks and she pressed her pussy harder and harder against him. The Plunkett never got an orgasm while fucking me, but now I watched with rising excitement as she orgasmed with Jack. He paused for a few moments while the beautiful woman's distorted face was torn by her convulsions and she relaxed, smiling in relief. Jack knew he could now concentrate on his own orgasm and fucked away, Plunkett let him fuck her squealing with pleasure and that's when he squirted. She smiled proudly at me and caressed her hero. Jack's cock wasn't done yet, she licked and sucked it with gusto and took it in her mouth as deep as she could, her lips sliding up and down tirelessly. I was sure that if she didn't stop soon, he would cum in her mouth. At the last second she allowed him to penetrate her and his firm thrusting brought her up to speed quickly. She was about to orgasm soon, but Jack squirted to early and had to stop. I was so horny that I gently pushed him aside and continued fucking the hopelessly horny Plunkett seamlessly. I could feel her orgasm approaching with each thrust and she squirmed around me so as not to miss a single thrust. The orgasm tore her off her legs, making me squirt in an instant. I thrust and fucked her in her orgasm until we broke away from each other completely exhausted.

Jack and I got dressed, she asked Jack if he wanted to come back tomorrow and he looked at me seeking help. I replied we would love to come back tomorrow for dinner. She walked us to the door naked and grinned, she had had a good main course and now it was on to dessert, "because I have a sweet tooth!"

On the way home Jack asked if he had done well. I advised him to calmly and confidently squirt in her mouth, if she licked him for the second round, then he would last longer in the second round. He asked unbelieving, to really squirt in her mouth? I explained how to do it and he nodded, he had never done that before. We quietly lay down next to Rosi, who was already asleep. Jack looked at me with wide eyes, would I please do it to him now? I masturbated him, because I could do that pretty well by now and did it to him with pleasure.

Rosi laughed when Jack told her our adventure in the morning, I was already sitting with my coffee and brooding. My porn had taken shape at now over 500 pages, humanity lived on huge platforms on the oceans after the nuclear war. My main characters fucked themselves the brains out, I shifted the focus from one person to the next from time to time. At the same time, a serial killer was tracing his bloody trail through the story, the detective lady always came a tad too late and fucked her brains out of her alcoholic body in improper manners. I wasn't dissatisfied, it certainly wasn't porn like any other. I started typing, although I suffered from writer's inhibition.

I accompanied Jack to Plunkett night after night, he boldly squirted into her throat and held out better. Nevertheless, I did not let myself miss it to fuck the horny widow at the end really through. I fucked Plunkett as hard as I could, I held her ass cheeks firmly in my hands and thrusted as hard as I could. Her aroused screams drew me insane, I thrusted and squirted in a devilish mood in her pussy and let her go when I had finished. I was astonished, how much she loved my roughness.

Rosi showed me again and again photos on her smartphone, how well the work progressed. Max made sure that the work was done properly. He had a hell of a respect for the one‐legged Rosi and ducked when she objected to something. I drove the electric cart down the new road to the beach, it was perfect and they had not destroyed the footpath. Winter announced itself, it became cold and inhospitable. The work was stopped, until spring.

I showed Rosi the videos I had secretly made of Jack fucking Plunkett. She watched the footage over and over again, I copied it to her smartphone. She thought that the Plunkett still looked very good for her age, she had a nice pussy and reacted very impressively to Jack's fucking. She watched her orgasm ten times in a row in slow motion. When she saw the Plunkett take his cock in her mouth and suck it, she shook her head, "she spoils my boy!" But she kept watching my videos, they were arousing.

Jack studied obsessively, eager to graduate from high school in May and June. I still admired his manhood, the boy fucked some days even ten times. I was much older, around 40, but more than once wildly fucking Plunkett and a second time with Rosi I brought no more. I told Jack I'd been taking him to old Plunkett for over three months now, but he should stand on his own two feet and go to Plunkett without Daddy. "Don't you like her? She fucks like a world champion after all!" he said. I grinned, of course the horny widow fucks wonderfully, but it was too much for me, I was too old for so much fucking. He didn't give up on Plunkett until he left the island.

I had another long phone call with my publisher. I still had the goddamn writer's block, and no bright idea for book #16. He commiserated and hoped the muse kissed me again, and soon. I made more phone calls to the editor and a few others, then I had three tips for pornographic publishers. I cautiously contacted all three.

I stood next to Rosi on the porch of our new house. The view of the storm‐tossed sea was breathtaking. Rosi leaned against me. "Since you stopped fucking Plunkett, you and I have been fucking a lot more often." She paused thoughtfully. "I like that a lot, because I love you a lot. And next year, when Jack goes off to the university, we're taking in a kid. Our second child." I nodded and stared at the surf that had rolled over the sandy beach and was crashing mightily against the rocky cliffs. "But a girl this time," I said grinning slyly, "maybe around 14 or older, but definitely already very horny and fuckable!" Rosi nudged me in the ribs with her elbow. "You're a real piglet, you know that? I'm talking about giving a kid a home and you're thinking about fucking first!" We both laughed at the same time into the stormy wind. She would look for a girl who would fit to that, she said quietly.

We had a deal.

Four months later Mia came to our house. Where exactly she had tracked Mia down, Rosi did not immediately reveal. Mia was perhaps a year younger than Jack, who had only a few exams ahead of him and a firm commitment to study in Edinburgh. Something to do with computers, I didn't remember the rest. He would be leaving in two months. The four of us sat around the table and got to know each other. I looked at Mia under almost closed eyelids, she seemed to have a cheerful, a little cheeky disposition. Beautiful, reddish‐blonde hair down to her shoulders, slim and taller than Rosi. Her hips were still childlike and not very womanly. I only listened with half an ear, something about a correspondence school, starting next fall. She could take care of herself well, but she wanted to be accepted into our family and wanted to help out in the household, she was almost contemptuous that women have to be able to do that in our patriarchal society. "In our household Rosi is the boss, I'm just writing, you won't find patriarchy here." Mia looked at me very strangely, but she wisely kept her mouth shut.

Rosi woke me up from my lethargy, I composed the next steps in my porn. "Mia is still a virgin, so leave her alone, guys!" she said to me and Jack. Was there a mischievous twitch around the corners of her mouth? Mia interrupted my thoughts. "Virgins are only allowed to masturbate, of course I do that a lot. But if you like a handjob or a blowjob," she said turning to Jack, "I can do both pretty well!" Before I could have said "beep!", Jack muttered, "Blowjob, of course!" We all laughed.

Rosi was now explaining to Mia that our new house wasn't ready yet, therefore all 4 of us would have to sleep in the big bed, there was plenty of room for everyone. "I always sleep in my pajamas," Mia let out, "and I need my earplugs, I can't fall asleep without my music!" Jack straddled her, he was the older one and the only patriarch after all. "Do you snore, Mia? Because Jim, Rosi and I don't snore. Definitely not." I grinned, one will win, one will lose, and it wasn't me. Rosi had another one in her quiver. "TV only until dinner, dinner usually starts at 9, so 9pm, then sleep. Period. Okay, fucking can happen, masturbating for my sake too. When everyone has done their thing, it's sleep time." Mia ducked her head. "Fucking when all four are in the same bed? And masturbating too?" Rosi nodded in agreement, "Fucking and masturbating, we do that together" and did not want to discuss it. I gave Mia a friendly nod, "be welcome, my dear, and I'll sit over there to write."

After dinner then the big moment. Rosi, Jack and I lay naked on the bed, the bathroom door opened and Mia came out, wearing ridiculous pajamas. White, covered with little colorful bears. A child's pajamas. She came unsteadily to the bed, Jack made room and she lay down beside him. I turned off the big light, the small one always put out the last to fall asleep. Rosi and I looked up only briefly, then we continued cuddling, it was our time. Mia watched us curiously and whispered softly to Jack. "Last week in a single cell in juvenile detention, today in a very nice family, and all sleeping naked in one large bed!" Jack nodded, "but we have to be quiet now and not disturb them!" Quite unspectacularly and as every evening Rosi and I fucked, she strolled towards orgasm, gradually ran faster and finally raced into orgasm, I tensed and squirted while she quivered and trembled in orgasm. We held each other for a long time, then I sank to the side and Rosi lay down on the other side, on her leg and would soon begin to masturbate as she did every night, no one dared bothering her. Jack and Mia whispered very softly, but I understood every word.

"I have never seen the fucking before, they both had enjoyed it seemingly!" Mia had her head resting on Jack's chest during the fucking, her hand resting on his stomach, just inches from his cock. "Do you want me to give you a blowjob?" she whispered and Jack nodded. Mia did it really skillfully, rubbing his cock properly with her fist and taking his glans between her lips. The tongue quickly played lambent in the right place and after a short while Jack already drew in the air sharply. He squirted into her mouth, she let the semen run out left and right, she let it drip out of her mouth onto his belly, where she rubbed it with the flat of her hand. Jack had already put one hand under the rubberbelt of her pajama pants during the blowjob and was obviously caressing her pussy, she allowed it or ignored it. Jack was relaxed again after a minute and now whispered, "do you like me to masturbate you?" and Mia whispered in a squeezed way, "Can you do that? Usually I always masturbate myself, only sometimes my girlfriends masturbate me." Jack laughed softly. "I've won trophies in masturbation contests — oh bullshit, I'm just fucking with you! I think, I'm pretty good at it!" Mia lay down in his arms and spread her legs. Then she glanced at me and Rosi, but we were already asleep. Determined, she took off her pajama pants and spread her legs willingly. I saw that she had only a light fluff on her pubic and caught a glimpse of her slit. She snuggled up to her "big brother" as she usually snuggled up to her girlfriends and Jack made his way to her clit. He masturbated her as he had seen Rosi do and she pressed herself even closer to him. It was soon audible that her breathing was quickening and she let the orgasm take her by surprise. She clung to his arm, her abdomen twitched several times and she cringed into a hemisphere, then relaxed. "You're right to have that trophy," she joked. Jack asked why she didn't swallow his semen and she shrugged. "Never have," she whispered. "The Widow Plunkett always swallows it," Jack whispered, and she immediately asked who that was. He said, "I'll tell you tomorrow," and asked if she didn't need it again? Mia answered belatedly, yes she did. He rubbed her clit as before and quickly brought her to orgasm. She snuggled up to him and kissed him on the cheek. "You're really good at it," she whispered softly. "I need it again in a minute, Jack!" He pulled her pajama shirt over her head. He saw, as I did, her small, budding breasts, quite lovely ones. Jack gave her a third orgasm and again she thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. He was tired and suddenly fell asleep. She released herself from his arms and turned to the side. I watched her back for a while longer, she masturbated quite unobtrusively and curled up in orgasm. She searched for the switch for the small light, it took her a while to turn off the light.

Early in the morning I was the first to get up, as usual, and prepared coffee. That was my half hour, all to myself, I could gradually wake up and mentally prepare for the next chapter. My commissioner had gotten completely drunk at home and was drowning in self‐pity. The doorbell had rung, she had woken up from her doze and staggered to the apartment door. She opened the door to a strange young man, also quite drunk. Here I had to continue. Was he one of the criminals she was hunting? Or a pathetic stalker who just wanted to get her laid? Or was it the serial killer terrorizing the city? I glanced at the bed; all three were still asleep. Mia had moved. She had Jack's morning wood clamped between her ass cheeks and was moving. She must have been dreaming something horny, her ass cheeks rubbing comfortably against his morning wood. She and Jack winced at the same moment, he had cum in her ass crease. Dazed, they awoke for a moment, she turned to him, put an arm over his shoulder, then they both went back to sleep. I woke Rosi quietly and fixed her coffee mug, lots of milk and three spoonfuls of sugar.

I told her in a whisper how Jack had masturbated her yesterday, she had made herself a 4th orgasm before falling asleep. And then this morning, she was rubbing his morning wood with her ass in her dreams and he had cum in her ass crease, but they were both sound asleep. Rosi nodded, "I'm going to order the pill online today, I can't take any risks, virgin or not." I asked her and she said Mia would be 17 in three weeks, she had been in juvie many times for shoplifting and for giving blowjobs to boys in public, most recently. Her foster family was very happy that she took the defiant and petty criminal Mia, who unabashedly gave blowjobs in the parks. All done over the internet, sure. Once again, I marveled at her ability to do everything online.

Rosi looked at them both seriously at breakfast. "Blowjob is okay. Masturbating is okay, too. But," she looked very stern, "fucking is absolutely NOT okay!" Jack nodded guiltily, Mia muttering that she was still a virgin and was not fucking. Rosi slapped the table top with the flat of her hand. "And that's exactly, why NO fucking, even in the early morning!" She had put her foot down, at least Jack had caught on. Rosi walked over to the bed and dropped her negligee. Unfocused, she scrolled through the laptop, it was now the usual time for Jack to come over to her and fuck. He came too, took off his t‐shirt and shorts and lay down next to her. "I get it, Rosi, no fucking." I turned to my hungover commissar, Mia undressed and snuggled up to the big brother (he had won, I guess.). He was cuddling with Rosi, I was only looking with half an eye. Minutes later he pushed Mia aside and started fucking Rosi. Mia watched with wide open eyes. He dropped down next to Mia and she stroked her hero's chest, which rose and fell. Rosi didn't feel like masturbating at the moment and went to the French Revolution. Jack and Mia whispered softly. My God, she was hot! She asked about the widow and he told her everything. He felt how hot she was, of course, rubbing her pussy on his hip. He would show her something new and explained how she could slide flat on his cock back and forth while rubbing her clit on his cock. Quickly she mounted him, breathless with horniness. Rosi called out softly, "but don't fuck!" and laid her head on Jack's chest. She paid very close attention that Mia only slid flat back and forth. It was a pleasure to watch the three of them. Mia didn't even have to slide for 10 minutes, she suddenly increased her stroke rate and writhed in orgasm. Moments later she had calmed down and Jack demanded she do him. Mia slid on his cock for another 10 minutes, wincing as he squirted. Rosi worked on the laptop, I steered my overtired commissioner to the next bloody crime scene and the two whispered. Mia said, since she was little she played with her clit at night, she paused before orgasm and kept going, only at the end she gave herself a real orgasm, she always did that in this fashion. He wanted to see it right away. Usually she only let her girlfriends watch, she said, but.

Mia made sure Rosi and I were focused on our screens and spread her legs. I surreptitiously took pictures and enlarged them on the screen. Mia had beautiful, large and swelling labia like Rosi, but she had a much larger clit. It seemed to have hardly any foreskin, with the small labia going down on the left and right side. She masturbated cautiously, pausing to delay orgasm. She did it several times and let the orgasm roll over her at the end. She curled up and Jack took her in his arms.

Jack whispered about swallowing semen. He said it was a bit hurtful when the girl spit out the semen. He described how the widow swallowed the semen after sucking it, it was very satisfying. And, had it never occurred to her that even though she spit, she swallowed a little bit each time? Mia was thrilled at how smart he was. She promised to try the swallowing. There was no hurry. The two told each other about their past lives, Jack was one hundred percent convinced she should finish school. The modern woman found no respect anywhere in being a school dropout. Mia had heard this sermon a hundred times and remained snippy and screwed up. But I supposed I sensed a little insecurity in her stonewalling. Maybe in the next few weeks Jack would manage to talk some sense into her. We as parents, as the older generation, were hopeless.

I reread Rosi's French Revolution, she had listened to me well and improved a lot. That 25% were still missing, she knew herself, but the flattening of events after the protagonists were all eliminated was certainly difficult to describe. Above all, the ending was missing, which was the hardest part of many books. My serial killer was making more and more mistakes, the detective was really on his tail. Jack studied doggedly and didn't let Mia irritate him. She mainly watched YouTube‐videos, gave him a blowjob in the afternoon and swallowed the semen. She slid her labia and clit on his cock when he fucked Rosi after breakfast. She had mastered that perfectly by now. But she only masturbated at night when everyone was asleep.

The two had developed something new. Every morning Jack woke her up with his morning wood, he stuck it from behind between her ass cheeks, along her pussy slit. She let him fuck and cum there. It made her really horny, it was like fucking but without fucking. Mostly she masturbated afterwards, turning her back on the rest of us. Rosi had checked the first time that they weren't fucking regularly. But it was fine, and they did it every morning. Jack still went to Plunkett's every night and when I asked him, he was fine with it. The widow might have a whorish character, but she fucked divinely, he said. Rosi had been right when she sent him to the Plunkett.

I started the 750th page and let the first, inconclusive shootout between the serial killer and the detective play out in an abandoned factory lot. Hit in the leg, he escapes one last time. She takes blood samples from the floor for a DNA‐match.

Mia settled in very well. She lovingly stroked Jack or Rosi when they fucked, she smilingly swallowed Jack's semen during blowjob and got instigated and horny when she saw Rosi masturbating. She had lost her shyness and now masturbated at the same time as Rosi. All the many masturbating and orgasms during the day made her much calmer, it seemed to me. The day was drawing nearer and nearer, Jack's departure for Edinburgh casting its shadow. The three of us — and probably also Plunkett — will miss him, although we wanted to keep in touch, email and Skype were nothing unusual after all. I didn't have time to fret about it at all, I was finishing the porn book. It was a very unusual thriller, an unusual porno. I was still puzzling over what pseudonym to use, but I was determined to send it to all three publishers at once and let them make offers. It was damn good stuff and I wasn't going to sell it short. I had my pride.

I didn't have as much advice to give Jack as Rosi did. A gentle reminder about the purpose of condoms, the thoughtful use of his credit card, and that it paid to double and triple check boyfriends and girlfriends. I'd be available anytime he needed me, but I wasn't a mother hen. "Neither is Rosi, really," I said to him, "but she's releasing a child into the wide world for the first time, and she knows how fucked up it can be there sometimes. Cut her some slack." I hugged him close at the port as he boarded the ferry.

Rosi and Mia were inconsolable for days. They held each other crying in each other's arms, Rosi told her so many beautiful sexy things that soon Mia was masturbating together with her. She sometimes let Rosi masturbate her, but she didn't dare to reciprocate yet. I hugged both of them tightly in the evenings and cuddled with both of them, Mia was allowed to press her hot body against both of us and caressing us and our genitals when we fucked.

I had sent out my manuscript and had much more time during the day to take care of them both. I fucked Rosi at least twice a day and once in the evening, Mia overcame her shyness and let me masturbate her. I only noticed on the sidelines that Rosi talked to her about fucking. I did not interfere. I was of the same opinion as Rosi, that it was Mia's business when she wanted to start fucking.

Jack was doing well. Rosi talked to him every day, he had settled into the dorm, the lectures were exciting. He had bought exactly the laptop that seemed most appropriate, it was important for studying. He had already met several girls, but fucking in the dorm was proving difficult. I laughed into the screen. "Would you like me to send old Plunkett to visit you sometime?" I joked, but he grinned, "difficult, I said, Jim, but not impossible." We grinned at each other, my boy wasn't stranded on an uninhabited island.

Mia lay with us every night, I placed her up close next to Rosi so it seemed like I was fucking them both. She lay down very close to Rosi's pussy at the place where the leg was missing and spread her legs wide apart, she offered me her pussy open to get every one of my thrusts. She did it so skillfully that she almost came to orgasm too. She then needed only two seconds to trigger the orgasm with a finger. She asked if she could do it that way and after that she let me fuck her pussy all the more from the outside. She pestered Rosi with a thousand questions about fucking, hymen, deflowering, for weeks. I knew that she had been on the pill for months, her period always came on time and usually lasted only a single day. That was amazing even for Rosi, since she herself got her periods completely irregularly and that usually lasted two or three days. Those were the only days she would masturbate me in her mouth, let me cum inside and swallow the semen. Mia was ready, it just took a little push.

Mia asked shyly if I could fuck her in the morning just like Jack did? I exchanged a look with Rosi and said, "of course I can!" In the morning I was the first awake, I lay down behind Mia's ass cheeks and drove my morning wood along her ass crease carefully forward, between her labia, up to her vaginal vestibule. She stirred restlessly and became only half awake. I fucked slowly and deliberately, there was no hurry. She groped to her clit and widened the vaginal entrance with her fingers, but I remained on guard and did not penetrate. I didn't want to deflower her just like that, as a mishap, that would have been a shame. I fucked her for quite a while and felt her finger flying over her clit. Usually she got her orgasm long before me, I remained motionless until she relaxed again. I kept going until I came. I had to be very careful not to penetrate her, although she opened her pussy quite wide and willingly while masturbating quickly. I squirted in her vaginal vestibule and sometimes very gently on her hymen. I wiped my cock on her ass crease and withdrew. She always turned around to me and hugged me passionately and gratefully, before dozing off again. Rosi was usually still asleep or watching us with a smile. We did this every morning now, before I made coffee and enjoyed my half hour in silence.

The first publisher wanted a thousand changes and made no convincing offer. The second made a better offer and gave me time to think, it wasn't a bad thing. The third took a long time, they obviously had a lot to do. But they had the highest bid, wanted worldwide rights for translations, and offered an upfront payment for the second book. Damn, had I become a porn writer now? I was mourning my former self, I had written more than a dozen good books, they were well and conscientiously researched and were novels with exciting lifelines, history, culture and philosophy were not neglected. These were works, they made me rich. Porn was far too superficial, sex and crime were in the foreground. Of course, I wrote as skillfully as any author should, I knew how to build suspense even in such primitive situations as a detective who swallows the wrong pills, stays in bed for 24 hours and under the influence of the pills she must masturbate nonstop as if possessed. Anyway, I consulted with Rosi, canceled two publishers and signed with the third.

In the evening Rosi asked Mia, "are you asking or should I?" Mia was pushing around for a long time, but then she brought it out, do I want to deflower her? She's on the pill, I don't need to be afraid of a pregnancy. I gave her a big lovely hug. "Of course I do, little one, if you want me to?" Mia was terribly excited, Rosi took her in her arms and calmed her down. "I'm with you, Mia!" she kept saying. Mia lay down next to Rosi expectantly and clung to her. Rosi put her flat hand on Mia's belly until she was breathing calmly. Then she nodded at me.

Mia's deflowering was completely easy and smooth, not as painful as Rosi's. Mia didn't make a peep as I tore the hymen and penetrated very deeply until I felt the end of her vagina. I looked into her face, she shone like a gold coin and nodded sweetly, so I began to fuck her. It went on for a long time because I had already fucked Rosi in the afternoon and my erection really lasted until the end. Mia's vagina was much tighter than Rosi's, but I couldn't penetrate that deep as in Rosi's. Rosi didn't take her hand off Mia's pussy when Mia's breath quickened and announced the orgasm. The girl gradually raced towards her orgasm, clutching me tighter and tighter and thrusting her pussy towards me. She dug her heels into my ass cheeks and was now clinging to me, having almost detached herself from the sheet. She contorted her face in orgasm, her vaginal muscles tensing and relaxing again and again. I managed to squirt on the spot and held her ass tightly until I was done. We let go breathing heavily.

We talked about the event for a long time. Rosi renounced on that evening and I fucked Mia a second time. She was a natural wonder and came easily and without effort to orgasm. After watching us Rosi lay to the side on her healthy leg and masturbated with concentration. I soon slept away, it had really exhausted me. After a few days we had found a rhythm, I only wanted to fuck twice, after lunch and dinner. Most days I had to fuck three or four times. Rosi and Mia snapped it out among themselves who's turn it was to fuck me and when. It was of course too little for both of them and they masturbated as often as they wanted. I took on the French Revolution, filed, hammered, sawed and modeled until it was very good. Then I sat down with Rosi to the screen and we researched which publishers she should write to. I left the small, unknown ones out and aside. Rosi had to go big, I drilled that into her. It was pure nonsense to send it to the faculty where she had heard some lectures. No sentimentalities, a book wanted to be sold properly. I was right (I'm always right).

Shortly after Jack had left and I had deflowered Mia, there was a quiet knocking at our front door after the midday fuck. Mia and I were sound asleep and Rosi woke up, pulled on her negligee and swung to the door. "I'm..." and Rosi added, "the Plunkett!" They shook hands, "Jane Plunkett," and no sooner had Rosi closed the door than the Plunkett shed her winter clothes. Determinedly she walked naked toward the bed. "I want a piece of the pie, too," she whispered to Rosi, who replied dryly, "if you divide the cookie among too many, everyone gets only crumbs!" but the Plunkett stretched out on the bed.

"Jane," Rosi said energetically, "first you have to earn your place!" I woke up and called Plunkett's name in amazement, Mia hiding behind my back. Rosi demanded a lesbian act from Plunkett, first. Plunkett nodded, but she had no idea about fucking clit‐to‐clit. Rosi looked at the widow's beautiful body and stroked her pussy with glistening eyes and her clit with great pleasure. "All right," Rosi relented, lying down provocatively beside her, "then do me with your finger!" Jane Plunkett began the entrance exam without mincing words and, by God, she was excellent at it, she had decades of practice at it. Rosi visibly relaxed and after a few minutes I observed that her breathing quickened. Jane's finger also sped up and Rosi clung to her arm. With fine feeling she brought Rosi to orgasm and did not stop, I heard Rosi gasp and let out sharp little cries like never before. But the Plunkett continued energetically and prolonged Rosi's orgasm by minutes. Never before had I seen Rosi orgasming so long and intensely as now, until she fell close to tears in Plunkett's arms and ended it twitching and quivering.

Rosi curled up on her side to catch her breath. "There, now I've earned it," said Plunkett, turning to me in satisfaction, for Rosi's masturbation had visibly aroused me. I let her lie on her back and penetrated without any foreplay. I was annoyed at her intrusion into our private life, though of course I understood her. I reached under her ass cheeks and lifted them, fucking her like a wild savage man. Rosi forced a finger onto Jane Plunkett's clit and rubbed it just as wildly as I fucked her. Moments later, her orgasm erupted, but neither Rosi nor I stopped. On the contrary, Plunkett was fucked and masturbated so wildly that she lost hearing and seeing. She had orgasm after orgasm, and I only let go of her when I had squirted wildly inside her pussy. Rosi let go of her, Jane Plunkett had lost consciousness for a moment and regained consciousness again.

Henceforth she came every week. Rosi showed her fucking clit‐to‐clit and she could now fuck Rosi and Mia every time before she got me. Rosi had immediately refused when she wanted to come more than once a week, once was enough. But she had to earn the wild fucking with me every time and first fuck Rosi to madness. She got used to it, Rosi, Mia and I didn't mind the change. We kept it up because we all got our money's worth. Later, when we were in the new house, she drove the electric cart the 3km to The Whickets once a week.

It was Christmas vacation, Jack came home for the 4 days, the Plunkett had gone to the mainland for Christmas. Exactly 10 minutes after our stormy greeting, Jack and Mia were already lying naked on the bed. He knew it from Rosi, of course, and heartily embraced Mia. They fucked day and night without stopping, I said to Rosi. I sat in front of my screen, but I barely wrote some pages on my second porn. I cleverly wove in Rosi's fucking with Plunkett and made the detective suffer lustily in the bed of a iron lesbian criminal. I watched the two of them fucking, they were one heart and one soul and fit together well when fucking. Rosi's eyes shone moistly when she lay next to the two and caressed their sweaty bodies and genitals from time to time. Rosi liked it very much to touch and caress their genitals during the fucking.

I sat outside on the stone bench smoking despite the cold wind and driving snow, I let my eyes glide over the white hills, it was so peaceful here. Rosi masturbated in the warm room and the kids fucked their brains out. Rosi masturbated more often than ever before and her ability to orgasm while fucking had really increased and intensified, according to my impression. Jack sat down next to me and pulled the wool blanket tighter around his naked body. "That Mia, she's a natural wonder! She fucks light as a feather and orgasms like no other. The girl comes and comes nonstop, she comes so easily and effortlessly to orgasm, it's a madness! I say that, I've fucked a few dozen!" I smiled and looked at him from the side. "So like that, a few dozen?" This time he laughed. "Jim, I take my studies seriously, dead serious. But I buy my roommates a beer when I have a lady visitor, and with some, they get to fuck right along. Seven out of 10 female students have nothing on their minds but to fuck as much as they can. And for the remaining three I would have to waste precious hours to get them around. I'll take the 7, all it takes is a friendly word and an appointment, we won't waste any time." I patted him on the shoulder. "Then do your best and don't forget, manhood goes downhill after 40. I don't even like turning 40 for that reason." Jack froze and went back inside, lying down with Mia to warm up. It was almost perverse when the four of us fucked side by side in the evenings, but the kids goaded Rosi and me to do more and more. It was a nice, very nice Christmas.

It took two months before a publisher bit and made a good offer. Rosi's eyes shone suspiciously as she signed the contract. That night, after Mia's turn, I fucked joyful Rosi too, she deserved an extra!

Three weeks later we moved to the new house.