Wilfried

My mother — who was, strictly speaking actually my grandmother — resisted bravely against fate and held the city apartment as long as she could. After some time, however, she had to give up the city apartment and moved with me to a village on the outskirts of the state capital, for she was completely destitute father's death. That time must have been very, very difficult for her, I understood only much later. For a long time we had to find shelter for days at a time with this or that acquaintances, until my mother finally found a small one‐room apartment with a kitchen, but there wasn't much room. We had only a small bed, a table with two chairs and a kitchenette with a sink. For a long time it was not an issue to use the provisional cot, which was lovingly in a corner, because at night I was still scared and slept with my mother. That my mother gave us from my father's nest egg escaped me completely; also her panic when everything was used up after a few months.

I still had quite great fear of loss and clung to my mother at night. She also missed father very much, because when she sometimes cried for him, then she held me very, very tightly against her. After some time, she no longer cried, but she continued to hold me close, gently and naturally. It seemed to comfort us both when our bare skin touched each other. We wore at first long nightgowns — she had specially shortened one of hers for me — because that was somehow the way it was supposed to be, but it was quite natural to get rid of the annoying tissue in the dark under the annoying tissue, at least partially.

I loved to snuggle up to her and was restless until the nightgowns were pushed up fully and I could feel her bare skin. I lay warm and comfortable in the hollow, feeling her skin against mine and pressed my back against her belly and her thick breasts. I loved it when she pressed me like a little ball against her frizzy hair tickled my buttocks while she cradled me gently. When she touched my little penis as if by chance I would slide back and forth a little bit, because it was was very pleasant. I usually got wild palpitations, but I also soon fell asleep. It was a nice, carefree time.

The change of school didn't bother me I didn't mind the change of school, it was rather exciting, especially as I was able to successfully fake the "city dweller." I had no trouble keeping up at school, even though I burst in in the middle of the school year. In that one class there were 9‐15 year olds, and the teacher must have had some trouble with that. Also because of the common way to the school, a close friendship developed with one of the big, 15‐year‐old lad, and Willi, as the lad was called, benefited at school from the clever little fellow, just as the latter had more courage, knowing that he had a real Goliath behind him.

When summer came, my mother decided to leave me with Willi's family, while she took care of the recent move to the city — she didn't want to stay in our village forever. I moved into my quarters at Willi's, came for the first time into close contact with chickens, goats and a large, shaggy farm dog, to whom I had only previously encountered with fearful distance. Willi had an older adopted sister, Hildegard, who was deaf and dumb and a little brother, who with his two years rather into the category of "annoying fly" and usually stayed with relatives. I saw his mother only once, she was always ill and bedridden. The silent father managed the farm with Hildegard, whose pride and joy were the 15 or so cows. Willis family was poor, but content and had with the farm their living.

Willi taught me to smoke, to spit contemptuously and climb trees. I learned drive the tractor and to look for the distance immediately, if Willis father came loudly scolding and the behemoth turned it off again. I learned to turn the hay and load it onto the cart, despite child‐friendly small pitchfork a heathland work. I learned to drink cider and to dismiss the slight feeling of dizziness as a buzz; I heard from Willi but also any gossip about this and that, even that Hildegard was only a half sister, because his mother initially had no children. That the mother never got up again after the birth of the little one, and that the father was now doing it with Hildegard. But that was all right, the farmer's wife was ill and and Hildegard was not clever anyway and a bit mentally retarded.

Willi had, like many of the village children, an interested and not at all prudish attitude to sex. I was relieved, because now I did not need to conceal my insatiable curiosity, on the contrary, we got right down to business without any start‐up time. Already on the first evening, when we were supposed to go to bed, he simply sat up in our bed and said: "I'm going to do it now" and started rubbing his cock. I was at first stunned, but as I watched, I became curious and horny, but I didn't dare to do anything with my cock, although I felt how stiff it was. Willi squirted after a short time and wiped the semen in the grubby sheet. That was the prelude.

He was, as mentioned, a big and simple‐minded fellow, nearly 16 years old and was intensively engaged in sex; he jerked off daily two‐three times and sometimes more. Besides, he knew about everyone and everything, he liked to tell me sex stories only to get horny from it, which in turn resulted in jerking off and semen cum as a result. Pretty soon he asked me to join in, and after some initial hesitation, I took out my little cock out and rubbed him, but at that time could not yet squirt. Sometimes I had the twitching already, but more than just one drop did not come. Willi pretended to be clever and said that this was normal for my age, that will come yet. Of course Willi and I also played all the other games that children of our age play and which do not have to do directly with sex, but about that another time.

His favorite place was the upper floor in the hayloft. There we sat for hours, smoked the stolen cigarettes and jerked off diligently. Willi thought and then said that today was Thursday, when his father and Hildegard here in the hayloft to fuck. I almost swallowed, when he said that so incidentally, and wanted to run away, but he held me back and laughed at me. "You'll see," he said, "they're coming here after work. He'll go to the well to wash first and she'll go ahead to the hayloft, then they'll hump." He paused to savour with relish my impatient suspense. "And we will watch them from above!" he continued with a grin. Hildegard was in her early twenties, short and stocky, but had large bouncing breasts that sometimes showed through her blouse, when she was sweating. Willi had told her that she had already once had had a miscarriage and since then could no longer have children.

I stood the first time indeed fears of death, but it was just as he had said: in the late afternoon Hildegard and the father came up the path, the father went to the well, and Hildegard came straight to the barn. The barn was built as an extension of the stable, and the constant noises made by the animals were too loud for anyone to hear us, there up there, in our airy hiding place. We held our breath anyway, when Hildegard sat down on the old mattresses, after a while reached under the skirt and felt the tuft of hair between her legs slowly and circularly began to crawl.

Hildegard stopped with the rubbing and pulled her skirt back into place, when the father came through the barn door. The farmer stopped in front of Hildegard, slipped back his suspenders, let his pants slide down and pulled out his cock. Hildegard grabbed the large, semi‐stiff cock with one hand and rubbed it gently for a while until it was completely stiff and the red glans protruded steeply from the foreskin. He pushed up her skirt, stroked her ass cheeks a few times and over her ass cheeks a few times and then slowly and carefully pushed his stiff cock into the tuft of brown hair. Hildegard sighed as the farmer began to thrust rhythmically into her. They did not speak a word, only a short gasp or sigh was sometimes heard. All at once they stopped, the farmer stood stiff and motionless, and one could see by the rhythmic contraction of his ass cheeks that he was pumping deep into Hildegard. Then he pulled his cock slowly out of Hildegard and dressed again; nodded silently to her and walked out of the barn.

Hildegard sat up, wiped between her legs and leaned back with her eyes closed. After a long pause, her hand crept slowly over her chest and belly to her thighs, and then came to rest on her tuft of hair, but only briefly; then she began to look at the slit in the tuft of hair, bobbing her thighs and rubbing them faster and faster until she was panting loudly and rubbing like crazy fast. All at once her abdomen reared up and her knees knocked together violently. Then she went limp and lay there, breathing heavily, her bosom heaving. After a long pause, when she had caught her breath again, she got up, straightened her skirt and went out.

Willi explained to me again everything exactly, as if I still had no idea; that with fucking and then how Hildegard had jerked off, yes, only that women just did not squirt out semen. Hildegard would do it almost every time after fucking, but sometimes she would also come to the barn on other days and jerk off. Then came Willi's obligatory wanking and jerking off again, fast and wild. While Willi was still panting, he said that he also sometimes fucked Hildegard, yes, and if I didn't believe him, he would arrange it so that I watch them do it. Willi was much too simple‐minded to lie to me.

He told how Hildegard had first taught him how to jerk off and then how to fuck. Screwing she had taught to him. He was still a young, inexperienced bastard, maybe only 13, as he happened to pass by the barn and had caught her jerking off. With open mouth he had stood there and stared at her, as she squatted in front of the hay bales and rubbed with her hand under the skirt. But she was already very horny and just laughed, then she continued and let him watch. He had been very excited by watching, had his little one and rubbed it awkwardly while Hildegard came to the end. He was half crazy with lust, when he saw her orgasm for the first time. Afterwards she had watched him for a while, smiling as he clumsily and hastily rubbed and tore at his cock, then Hildegard had grabbed him and had really jerked him. Very quickly she had him squirt into the hay.

From then on she jerked him many times always with the same procedure: first she let him watch her masturbate, pushed up the skirt and spread wide, so he could see everything. Then, when he had become really horny and her orgasm had already subsided a little, then he was allowed to between her thighs, and she jerked him off quickly, let him squirt in the hay or on her thigh. This went on for months, often and often he stood between her thighs, until it pushed him pushed him more and more to her. He no longer wanted to squirt on her thighs, more and more often he tried to squirt on her pubic area or into her vagina.

One day she masturbated him, as she always did. When his cock already started to throb and the first tiny drop appeared, she smiled and pulled him to her, embraced his buttocks and gently pressed his cock carefully into her vagina. He exploded immediately, without having fucked her. She held him gently while he squirted into her warm, soft vagina. Later, he would sometimes hold back and fucked her with a few thrusts, as often as she would let him; but most of the time she jerked him until he squirted, and only then into her vagina only when he was already bursting to squirt. Often she jerked him on purpose too long, so that he was already squirting violently and continued squirting into her vagina when he penetrated. For many months they would have jerked until her father took her, from then on Hildegard rarely let him fuck her. It goes without saying that Willi had to squirt his hard‐on immediately after this story.

Already a few days later it was so far, Willi ordered me to hide me above in the hayloft hide, just above the old mattresses. I waited an eternity long, until finally the gate was a little pushed open and Willi and Hildegard came in. Hildegard looked a little indecisive, but Willi went purposefully to the old mattresses and pulled her behind him, gesturing her to sit on top. He stopped in front of her, opened his trousers and pulled his cock out, stretching it directly towards her. Hildegard smiled a little, looking at Willi's thick and stiff cock. Then she grabbed gently slide the foreskin back and forth, and sometimes, when the red glans was protruded, she gently ran the tip of her thumb over it. She jerked him with abandon and already I thought that Willi would soon no longer be able to stand it, then she leaned back with a sigh and let her knees slide apart, opening her thighs willingly. Willi pulled her skirt up to her belly button with one hand, spread her hairy slit with his fingers and pushed his cock in with a jerk. Then he looked briefly in my direction and winked.

Hildegard had leaned back, stroked with both hands under the blouse her stiffened nipples and let himself be fucked by Willi. But after only two or three thrusts Willi had to squirt, Hildegard embraced his buttocks and pressed him firmly against her. I saw how his pelvis twitched while he squirted deep inside her. Hildegard waited motionlessly until he had squirted it all in, then she pulled and back and forth and fucked herself for quite a while, until he shook his head with a sigh of relief and gasped his panting, pulled out his flaccid cock. His viscous white slime dripped from her half‐open vagina. After a long, silent pause, they slipped out of the shed.

Later Willi came to me on the hayloft and bragged mightily how fine the fucking had been, how great it was to put the cock in the vagina and to squirt in, that was much better than jerking off. And Hildegard was still a slut, because she had already jerked him again before fucking almost to the point of jerked off, she still does. Almost embarrassed, he confessed, that sometimes he could not even hold out until he fucked her, she was so good she could jerk off, like no other.

Except perhaps Anni, who wanked each cock masterfully, said Willi. And while Willi now further and further told and the miracles of the fucking described, we two had long since our cocks again in the hand again in the hand and jerked, only the squirting, that I had to leave to him. In contrast to Hildegard, said Willi, Anni herself would not jerk off so gladly, she rather wanked others, he said with a grin. And to fuck she was still too small and too young.

Hildegard fucked regularly with the farmer; with Willi, however, she fucked only rarely, maybe two or three times a week. Once she stayed after fucking on the mattress until Willi had left, in order to masturbate long and lustfully afterwards. Otherwise, she would often sneak into the hayloft, squat down in the corner and did it very quickly, one hand jerking back and forth under her skirt, then she puffed loudly and left again after a minute, not suspecting that two spies watched her from above.