and what happened next

Rebecca never saw Conny again.

She remained in the clutches of the predator for over 5 months. Oh, she found out very quickly where her limits were. But the monster drove her further and further. He would only stop when Rebecca committed suicide in despair. Despair yes, suicide no!

Rebecca only managed to land three direct hits. First, she got him to get a divorce, his ex ripped him off and settled for a few billion. He raged and swore like a cab driver, but he paid for his freedom. Freedom for just one day, because second, he had to marry Rebecca the next day. Separation of property, yes, and inheritance of everything too. And third, Rebecca detonated the bomb. Of course she did.

His ex had placed the bomb on his yacht, the EGO DUCO, before she left smiling. As was to be expected, he spent his honeymoon on this luxurious favorite yacht. For weeks, Rebecca endured the unbearable, painful humiliation and only found refuge and comfort in the arms of the crew. In the arms of everyone.

On his last day, he was like a helpless child, pumped full of heroin. The handcuffs held him to the bed. Rebecca's beautiful body reminded the dazed man of the beautiful child Yui Aragaki, the underage child he had brutally deflowered and heartlessly fucked until, after months, he had had enough of the delicate virgin. Of course, he wanted to be admired by the whole world, so his billions put the divinely beautiful Yui in the leading roles, then he could forget her. Until Rebecca appeared, with Yui's beautiful body. He was lost in the first minute, but he didn't know it yet. He was convinced that Rebecca was Yui's child, his child. The thought of fucking his own daughter, even making her his wife, clouded his dazed mind. No, he wouldn't drive her to death like the others. No, she was there for incestuous fucking, made for it. Contrary to his previous vice, he only let very few of his buddies fuck his daughter. He never let her out of his sight for a moment, even when she was being fucked by his buddy. She was his, his property and a girl who could orgasm incessantly like a wonder of the world. Yes, Rebecca was definitely a wonder of the world!

Rebecca had him where she wanted him. Handcuffed to the bed while high on heroin. She danced naked over him, masturbating and watching him get an erection. In no time she was on top of him and fucked him. Yes, she fucked him to pieces, he was completely worn out after the third round, she didn't leave a drop of sperm. She squatted on his face, laughing and pissing on his face.

Rebecca announced over the loudspeaker that there was a bomb on board, everyone into the lifeboats!

Rebecca gave him the remaining 8 morphine injections to put him out of his misery. Then she jumped into the last lifeboat. The men rowed for their lives, just to get away from the yacht! When they had gone 300 meters, Rebecca pressed speed dial. The yacht exploded with a terrible bang, which the only passenger experienced at close range.

Days later, Rebecca staggered into her apartment. She searched every corner, but there was no sign of Conny. She fell onto the bed, exhausted to death, and only got out of it after days. She slept like the dead, masturbated like crazy and slept on. Masturbated and slept, slept and masturbated nonstop. Only hunger drove her out of bed. She staggered to the screen and emailed Yumi and Sakura to send a sign of life and to organize the next wild threesome. After a long time, her lesbian tendencies broke through briefly.

Weeks later, she was herself again, Yumi and Sakura had awakened her zest for life again, with clit rubbing, clit licking and clit fucking like always. During the endless clit games, Rebecca was glad to have Yui Aragaki's beautiful, sensitive clit, and not the small, useless and insatiable worm of earlier times. Yumi and Sakura had bombarded her with questions as they caressed her new body to ecstasy. Now she was a widow, a pretty rich widow though. She bought each of her two maids a nice apartment, she was really grateful and generous.

She almost fell off her chair when she called up her account, she wanted to know how well the Marie Antoinette hentai was selling. Oh, my God! She was a billionaire, a billi-o-naire!

Her mind was made up. She didn't need the fee, but she was an artist, she had to draw the next manga! Unfortunately, she decided to continue Marie Antoinette's story, despite Conny's concerns. For weeks, Rebecca went from orphanage to orphanage to find, to discover Charlotte and Louis. She found them, the inseparable 12-year-old twins Lin and Pang. She only wanted to "borrow" them for a few weeks or months as a model. The famous painter, the rich woman, got them.

Lin was no longer a virgin, many men had already abused her. But she preferred to give herself to Pang, night after night. The twins' love was tangible, Rebecca felt it. Yumi made a wide, transparent undergarment, and Lin became Charlotte with it. Rebecca taught the naked Louis to kneel under the undergarment and lick his sister Charlotte. Rebecca made hundreds of videos, Charlotte became better and better at imitating the innocent virgin. Louis learned to lick her clit perfectly, Rebecca took close-ups of his tongue and her clit. Yes, they even imitated the secret clit licking perfectly. Charlotte clearly had no idea about sex, she just loved the explosions more than anything. Mademoiselle De Neville had done a great job, she had corrupted Louis forever. Charlotte lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide and let Louis lift her skirt. The little predator licked his sister to the point of explosion. She let him fuck her because his little cock fit through the big hole in her hymen without damaging it. Charlotte had no idea that this was fucking, she only knew that her little Louis had to squirt in her hole every day. But that wasn't sex, that was just child's play!

Yes, and then Louis had to fuck the queen in the Bastille, every time after Marie Antoinette had been raped. Rebecca played the queen perfectly, Pang completely immersed herself in the role of the fuck-mad Louis. Rebecca hadn't been fucked by a little angel for ages, oh, what wonderful memories! Louis stood between Marie Antoinette's legs and fucked her greedily, over and over again. Rebecca recorded everything on video, full and close-ups as well. When she had everything in the bag, she gave Lin and Pang a lot of presents and drove them to the orphanage. Then she sat naked in front of the screen, as Conny had taught her, one hand holding the electronic stylus, the other her Aragaki clit.

Rebecca could have sworn that Conny was guiding her hand. But Conny wasn't there, not even when she was obsessively masturbating! The story was good, she painted page after page. The ugly, sex-obsessed De Neville resisted her pen, Rebecca mostly left her face out, she gave the child molester an ugly but greedy pussy and a huge clit, which Louis had to practice and practice and practice on every evening. She let him squirt insidiously, every drop! Neville was the only one who needed so much work. Marie Antoinette's horror was real when the guards raped her for the first time. She had been faithful to the king and her lover Axel von Fersen with all her heart, both mentally and physically. And now the enormous cock of the guy who was supposed to protect and guard her, penetrated her tight virginlike cunthole. Daily.

Then it was decided not to take Charlotte and Louis away when the queen was fucked. Charlotte was paralyzed when she saw her mother's hairless little pussyhole for the first time. Her eyes widened as the monstrous cock forced its way into her tightness. Marie Antoinette asked her children to look away. Charlotte couldn't, Louis knelt in front of Charlotte, under her skirt. He slyly licked Charlotte's clit until she fell to her knees, squatted and exploded with her eyes wide open.

Rebecca leaned back satisfied. Here too, she adhered to all the publisher's specifications. 180 pages, no pubic hair, no old beggars.

Of course, she immediately sent samples to Yumi and Sakura, who were very enthusiastic. The publisher went to work internationally, Rebecca had saved the text captions separately, so translating into 8 languages ​​was easier. The hentai sold like hot cakes, both in magazine form and online. Rebecca had agreed with Jerry and Jack not to seal the paywall completely. Every reader could motivate others.

Rebecca had two or three one-night stands every day, preferring young and virgin angels. It was the highest of all pleasures to be the first girl to pull the innocent angel's foreskin back over the tip of his penis. To kiss the tip of his penis gently, very tenderly. To take the cock in her mouth, to lick it very hotly, to let it squirt deep into her throat and to drink his sperm with a blissful smile and coo. This way the boy was able to fuck her two or three times. Rebecca kept a list on the screen, first name, age, how often he squirted and comments. There were 472 this year, she noted with satisfaction.

She treated herself to a vacation in the Caribbean, renting a sailing yacht with crew. She had let the entire crew fuck her, day and night. She was tanned and very relaxed when she came back after three weeks.

She had read an exciting autobiography that was on the banned list. She had to read it three times in a row; it was definitely the material for the next manga. She asked Jerry to check whether she was violating copyright, but the author was anonymous. Rebecca's decision was made. She sat down naked in front of the screen after masturbating to exhaustion and was now ready to work. She began and stuck closely to the template.

Yoi Nakamura was 31 and came from one of the most distinguished families. He had volunteered as a kamikaze pilot and married his fiancée Yuki just before the mission. He swooped down on Allied warships like an eagle and was shot down and captured; he was an important hostage. His wife Yuki and her twin sister Michiko accompanied him voluntarily to a bunker on an island. Michiko's children, the 12-year-old twins Lian and Hiro, also went with him; brother and sister were inseparable.

There were two bedrooms in the bunker, a large one for Yoi, Yuki and Michiko and a small one for Lian and Hiro. The rooms had no doors, just a curtain, so that the children could easily spy on the adults. The twin sisters Yuki and Michiko shared Yoi peacefully; they already had nice, round bellies in the meantime. Yoi had a big, magnificent cock like the guys in the pillow books, enough for two young girls.

Michiko reported with downcast eyes that Lian regularly let Hiro fuck her after one of the Americans, an Amerikahito, had brutally deflowered and fucked the 12-year-old, and after him his friends. Of course, she and Yuki had also been raped on the first day and had been properly fucked hard by several Amerikahito before they were allowed to see Yoi, but they were grown girls and Lian was still a child.

Yoi couldn't believe that the children were fucking each other. He questioned them individually, but neither the boy nor the girl admitted it. Only Michiko seemed to believe it.

Yoi and his family were treated with great respect; he was an important trump card in the occupiers' card game, the Amerikahito. He was given pencils and drawing pads because he was a well-known artist. He only drew naked bodies; he had studied in Bologna, Italy. He despised the Japanese art of drawing branches, grass and birds. They all had to stand or lie down for him. He placed great importance on the detailed depiction of his wives' and daughter's pussies. He drew Hiro's cock with great precision: flaccid, erect or squirting. He drew his pregnant wives sleeping, masturbating and making love like sisters.

Whenever a drawing pad was finished, the Americans took it from him and the next day brought five large steaks with potatoes and vegetables, a real feast. The two bottles of wine completed the feast. The adults were more than just tipsy. Yoi laughed as Lian lay on his back like a horseman while he fucked Yuki and later Michiko really hard. Hiro begged Yuki to let him fuck her. Yuki, hesitant at first, looked searchingly at Yoi and Michiko. Michiko looked down in shame. "Yes, I had let it happen, once or twice." She burst into tears because she had let it happen much more often. Yoi, tipsy at least, laughed loudly and nodded. "Fine by me, you little whore!" Yuki sank into the ground in shame, but she obeyed her husband. Hiro fucked her under Yoi's booming laughter.

Lian begged too. Yoi, however, did not allow himself to be seduced. "I don't fuck children, Lian! I'm not a child molester like the godless Americans!" No matter how much Lian sulked, he remained firm, no matter how drunk he was. He drew very diligently, but in return there were steaks and wine in the evenings, and Joi loved both a good steak and a good bottle of wine. Hiro now unashamedly fucked Aunt Yuki at every party. But when she didn't want to or was too drunk, he fucked Michiko, not for the first time. Michiko hid her face in shame.

Yoi had a strange attitude towards masturbation. Yuki and Michiko were only allowed to masturbate if he wanted to draw them. He painted them true to life and in full devotion to the forbidden vice, only drawing the clits larger. Yuki and Michiko usually only masturbated in secret when Yoi was sleeping.

Lian, however, got caught once a week. She loved his angry punishment, there was no doubt about that. He grabbed the girl, who was secretly grinning and winking at Hiro, by her hair and dragged the little girl into the big room. He sat down on an armchair and pulled Lian onto his thighs, his lap. She had to lie on her belly on his thighs, her head on the ground, her legs dangling to the left and right, her ass and her wide open pussy facing him. Now the punishment began.

Yoi hit Lian's ass cheeks with his bamboo stick — not very hard. Lian spread her pussy hole with her fingers, because her deflowered, far too often fucked fuckhole horrified him, so that he had to put his cock on her ass crack to stop staring into it all the time. The light blows excited Lian, she loved having her ass cheeks hit with the bamboo stick, and now she was finally allowed to masturbate for as long as she wanted. Yuki and Michiko sat to the left and right of Yoi and, like Yoi, stared at Lian's clit and her busy finger. Of course, both masturbated secretly, but Yoi didn't notice anything. Yoi then stared into Lian's twitching, spasmodic pussy hole during her orgasms. The punishment lasted a very long time, and no matter how often Lian brought herself to orgasm, Yoi had to squirt at some point. He would never fuck the little slut, so he stood up, put the tip of his cock right at Lian's fuckhole and squirted from the outside directly into the hole, although some of it squirted into the crack of her ass. He always waited until his sperm ran over her crack into her hole. That was the end of the punishment. Smiling contentedly, he let Lian go, immediately grabbed the drawing pad and drew Lian's pussy, her violated pussy hole and the finger rotating on her clit. He drew a dozen pictures of the punishment. Lian, however, went into the small room and snuggled up close and ashamed to her brother.

Rebecca read the autobiography over and over again. It was pure pornography, the author probably a man. The text was so clear and detailed that Rebecca had to keep putting it down to masturbate herself to madness. She retouched and added a lot, and it took almost 5 months to finish. It was difficult to limit herself to 180 pages. She could even have made a double volume of 360 pages, but Jerry didn't go along with it.

She had to leave out a lot, a lot that she had been working on for a long time. Michiko pulling back Hiro's foreskin for the first time to look at his untouched glans. The magic that radiated from it and forced Michiko to take the glans and the cock in her mouth. For weeks she only let him squirt in her throat, only much later did she let him fuck her, just once or maybe twice, maybe even much more often.

She had to shorten Lina's punishment, oh, how much heart and soul she had put into it! She made 4 pictures into one miniature picture to save it. It was painful to have to almost completely erase Yoi's drawing skills, even though she had spent many, many hours drawing Yuki and Michiko masturbating. Pressing them together into six miniatures made her burst into tears. She cried for a whole day, unable to continue drawing.

Wasn't it Conny's hand that guided hers? Wasn't it Conny's whisper that advised her to save the finished pictures before slicing them together? Conny often fucked her in her dreams, but she avoided her as often as she could. Rebecca usually managed to let her 32 inches fuck her, but Conny disappeared silently after the sacrifice, no matter how much Rebecca cried.

The hentai about Yoi ended with a single picture instead of 16. A hail of bombs destroys the island, everyone dies. The heavily pregnant Yuki and Michiko and little Hiro, who had fucked Michiko for the last time that night. The Amerikahitos all fell, only Yoi and Lian survive, fearfully pressed close together in a rocky grotto. They stay in their hiding place for days and Lian demands to be fucked by Yoi. He shakes his head in denial, but she masturbates right in front of his face, so that his cock gradually becomes stiff, ready to squirt inside. Finally Yoi gives in, he fucks the little witch to pieces until she collapses unconscious after many orgasms. The end.

Rebecca sits naked in front of the screen for 24 hours. It is the first time that Rebecca cries and cries and cries before the delivery.

The hentai was practically snatched out of Jerry's hands. He was not sentimental like Rebecca, he was a businessman and not a bad one at that. He had Rebecca immediately produce the two volumes, each 180 pages long, as a double pack and the printing presses were running at full speed. A million double packs. Those who traded in the first edition only paid the difference. No, many kept the original too. No, Jerry proved that he had the right instinct. The money flowed in streams.

Rebecca was on television more often than the Prime Minister. She dressed so provocatively that everyone's mouths watered, but the strict censors didn't raise an eyebrow. Her pictures, with inadequately retouched labia between her carefully crossed legs, adorned the lockers of boys and girls alike. She asked the audience to write to her and tell her what she should draw next. She acted very modestly, but that was precisely what made her so magical.

Rebecca hadn't had time for lovers for six months, her annual balance sheet didn't include 100 names. She had only drawn, slept and masturbated as much as she did when she was 12. Boundlessly obsessive, hungry like a she-wolf, her eyes fixed on the slide show of her best, sexiest pictures. "I really need to work on that," she murmured under her breath as she turned off the computer and went to bed. Of course she would masturbate until long after midnight, for 3 hours or more. She was no longer 12, but the unsatisfiable she-wolf had awakened inside her again.

She dressed as sexily as possible, after she had been featured naked in Playboy last month as Playmate of the Month. She enjoyed the looks of men and - amazingly - women too. That, damn it, that really turned her on! The women's looks twitched right into her pussy, goddammit! She was a lesbian all the time in her youth, until Conny came along. Or - wasn't Conny a girl too, the 32-inch cock just an addition like the additions to the constitution, an appendage, so to speak? Rebecca shook herself like a dog shaking off the water. No, she was definitely bi, bisexual. She loved not only girls, but boys too, damn it! The younger the better, she said silently and had to grin.

Now she had to do interviews with all the major media. She dressed so slutty that the lenses of the cameras fogged up every time she crossed her legs. Or, as a small paper titled it, she was "Miss Labia of the Year", M-LOTY. People laughed, but they looked too. The serious, classy papers printed it with a black bar, of course. Of course. But her fame, her reputation, her social score increased. Rebecca smiled, but partly, what a bunch of idiots there were around her.

The phone rang before breakfast, she hadn't finished her morning exercise, the well-known finger game. Only a few people knew the number. The blaring sound indicated that the caller was not one of her favorites. It was the head of the orphanage. Lin and Pang. Rebecca was deeply shocked. What was wrong with the two of them!? The director quickly calmed her down. No, the two of them were fine, they had been on a trial basis with a wealthy couple for months, they will probably adopt both children, it looks like. A weight was lifted from Rebecca's shoulders.

But that wasn't why she called, said the director. No, she had brought in a girl today whose parents had died in a car accident, only she and her younger brother had survived. She was already a good 12, he about 11. He is still in the hospital with a head injury. He would be out in about a week. Authorities were still looking for relatives. She had remembered Rebecca when she was looking for Charlotte and Louis. She didn't just have a problem with space, no. She wanted to spare the children a career in an orphanage. The director was silent, full of expectation. "I'll be with you in 45 minutes, Ms. Wang," said Rebecca and got started. No time for make-up, get in the car and go.

Wen was actually already 13, tall and precocious for her age. She was well-behaved and very quiet. She was grieving for her parents, that was obvious. She and Pichi, her brother, were alone in this world. That shocked Wen the most. She gradually realized that young Miss Rebecca could take her and her brother in, at least for the time being. Miss Rebecca was a wealthy benefactor who could take them both in, and only until relatives could be found, said the director. "We don't have any relatives, Mom's sister lives in California," said Wen in a clear voice. "She has never visited us, and Mom says she's on the wrong track, with drugs and booze." She thought for a moment. "But I don't know where that track is," and lowered her head.

Rebecca had decided. She would take Wen and Pichi for as long as necessary. She took Wen by the hand and drove home with her.

Without thinking twice, she dropped her clothes, because ever since she met Conny, she had always walked around the apartment completely naked. Only now did she notice Wen's staring gaze. "Oh, don't think anything of it, little one. I'm a painter, I draw hentais, pornographic hentais, and that's why I'm always naked at home." Wen asked what pornographic meant. Rebecca explained as gently as she could. Wen nodded, she had heard of it. She took off her shoes, jeans and jacket. She hesitated with her T-shirt. "I only have tiny little breasts, Miss Rebecca," she said dejectedly. "You're probably laughing at me, Miss!" but Rebecca pulled the T-shirt over her head with a friendly smile. "Well, they're nice for a 14-year-old!" Wen took a step back. "I'm only 13, Miss!" she corrected, her cheeks glowing. "13, Miss, for 8 months." Rebecca replied, "Please just say Rebecca, not Miss." She made a sandwich for both of them, with lemonade, and sat down in front of the screen. Wen watched curiously as Rebecca reworked a picture "by Yoi," Yuki and Michiko having girl sex. Wen's eyes sparkled. "Girl sex, we did that too."

Rebecca continued to paint with concentration, the two young pregnant women were her creations after all. At the same time she asked Wen questions. No, she had never played with boys. Not a bit, she had only seen the little worm of Pichi a lot, he never hid him very well, the stupid little guy. Wen cried a little, Rebecca let her cry in peace. Later she asked, what kind of girl sex? Wen became talkative. All three of them had learned to masturbate and lick clits from Jacky, a waitress. "We're now all three lesbians, Mi... Rebecca. Does that bother you, Rebecca?"

Rebecca turned to her with a smile. "But no, my little one. At your age, all girls are lesbians, I was too, back then. Back then, we didn't dare to look at or even touch a boy's cock. So no, it doesn't bother me at all! The only thing that bothers me a little is your green panties, especially since they're a hideous color. Look over there, that's beautiful underwear, my tangas, my thongs, made of silk." Wen looked at the luxurious underwear and opened her eyes wide. "If you like, I'll gladly buy you some tomorrow."

Wen's eyes grew wide, her fingers slid to the hem of her green panties. "I would be completely naked, Rebecca, I'm usually only naked with my friends when we have girl sex. I'm never naked otherwise. Never."

Rebecca put her hand reassuringly on the girl's hand. "Leave it, no problem." But Wen had made up her mind and took off her panties resolutely. Rebecca continued working on the screen, but looked closely at Wen's pussy out of the corner of her eye. The pussy was hairless, the slit slightly red, probably from all the masturbation. The clit was not visible. At least not at first.

Undeterred, Rebecca continued her work. Two pussies, two clits, two fingers. Rebecca continued to work with great concentration for four hours. Wen sat restlessly next to her, she saw pornographic images for the first time, as Rebecca had to watch videos of lesbian lovers over and over again, mostly homemade ones. Wen caressed her own body incessantly. Rebecca murmured, "Wen, go ahead, it doesn't bother me!"

Wen still didn't dare. But the pressure was getting stronger and stronger, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen, where Rebecca and Charlotte were having intense girl-girl sex. Rebecca murmured, "When I first saw girl sex on the screen when I was 10, I spent the whole afternoon, all evening until midnight, watching video after video, masturbating like a she-wolf the whole time." She paused for a moment, "Masturbating is the right name for clit rubbing." Wen nodded as if she understood everything. "Did you also mas-tur-b-ing next to your mom?" she asked, pressing the heel of her hand to her pussy.

Rebecca smiled and stopped painting. "No, little miss, no. You can ask curiously, but I'll only answer when it suits me. No, I was sitting alone in front of the screen because Grandpa lay down with Mom at lunchtime and they didn't want me to watch this time, so I was left alone with the screen and my finger until the next morning." Wen tugged at her labia with two fingers to think hard. "Grandpa lay down with your Mom?" Wen asked with wide eyes.

"Well, I don't really like talking about that, it's their private business. But OK, I'll tell you. My grandpa lay down next to my mom almost every day and fucked her a little bit, but he always had to squirt quickly. I was usually there and sat next to them because they thought I was a little kid until I was 12 or 13. It really annoyed my grandfather that my mom, his daughter, liked to be fucked by a certain neighbor because he could fuck her really well with his big cock. I was allowed to sit there too until I was too old at 12 or 13. But it was always clear to me how much Mom loved this often brutal fucking with the neighbor and how she screamed loudly in ecstasy! — Grandpa wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't told on him. — Do you even know what I'm talking about? Have you ever watched or been allowed to watch someone fucking?"

Who shook her head emphatically. "No, never, Rebecca, I swear! Pichi often spied on our parents, even though spying is strictly forbidden. He told me that if I wanted to know, I would have to look for myself!" Wen's lower lip trembled. "Sometimes Pichi can be a real creep. But I only learned the word 'fucking', not what it actually is." Wen pulled at her labia with her fingers. "Pichi is becoming more and more of a toad, a bag of lies. For weeks he has been sneaking into Mom's bedroom before breakfast and comes back grinning a quarter of an hour later. He claims he can squirt in her throat every morning! What nonsense! Squirt what? His Lulu?" Wen's look showed her incredulous indignation.

Rebecca thought it was wise to keep quiet now. She asked, "So you have no idea about fucking!?" Wen nodded uncertainly. "Should I have spied despite the ban?" Rebecca shook her head. "No, it's okay that you didn't do it, your parents would certainly not have liked it!" She stroked Wen's tiny breasts very lightly. "You are a very sweet and honest girl, just stay that way!"

Wen shuddered when Rebecca touched her breasts. "I, ..., I need it, really badly, Rebecca!" Rebecca smiled. "Of course, my love! Close your eyes and forget that I'm here!" Wen really closed her eyes and let her finger circle around her clit. Rebecca immediately noticed how skillfully and expertly Wen worked on her clit. Rebecca looked at Wen's clit with the eyes of an artist. A beautifully shaped, medium-sized clit. She secretly filmed everything.

Rebecca called up one video with Charlotte after another. Wen stared at the screen while masturbating and only closed her eyes briefly when her naked body spasmed in orgasm. After about an hour she had calmed down. Smiling, she looked into Rebecca's eyes, who smiled back kindly. Rebecca hugged her, pressed their naked bodies gently together and kissed her lips. "I have to keep going, I can't leave work!"

The sun had set and Wen went to the kitchen counter. She made two great sandwiches. Rebecca had turned off the computer and they were eating. Rebecca pointed to the large bed. "You can sleep on the floor OR in my bed, I'd really like some nice girl sex. What do you think?" Wen blushed deeply and stammered. "I, .., I don't know. I'd also like some ... girl sex, but I've never done it with an adult, only with my ... friends." Rebecca pulled her onto the bed with a smile. "We'll start very slowly, we won't rush anything." Wen lay at her side, snuggling up to her. Rebecca questioned her thoroughly until she had told her everything about her previous sex with girls. One thing was on her mind.

"You said you had never seen a man's cock or a boy's cock up close or held one in your hand. But you live in the same room as Pichi, how can that be?" Wen snuggled up close to her body. "Mom has a curtain in our bedroom so that we have a private area. Pichi sometimes spies next to the curtain when I masturbate on my bed. I've always pulled his hair and scolded him, but it only lasted for a few days."

"And you've never seen his cock?" she asked the girl. Wen shook her head. "My friends have seen cocks and described them to me. It's long, thick and stands erect. I've seen Pichi's cock many times, he doesn't always cover it. But he only has a very small, flaccid worm. I've already asked Mom, but she fobbed me off. Since then I've been worried about Pichi, is it an illness? He's my only brother!"

Smiling, Rebecca explained to her the basics of how a cock works. A lot of new information for Wen. "I've already let hundreds of cocks fuck me, so you can believe me!" said Rebecca. Wen sat up halfway, "Hundreds!?" she asked in disbelief. Rebecca laughed. "Yes, hundreds, many hundreds!" She smiled warmly, but slyly. "If you lick my clit right now, you can take a good look at my pussy hole. It's just as beautiful as it was on the first day, not worn out at all!"

Wen looked closely at Rebecca's pussy hole. "You don't have a hymen anymore, Rebecca, like Fan, my younger friend, but Min still has hers, like me too, I think. I felt very sorry for Fan back then, she was only 11 when her daddy penetrated her hole and tore her hymen apart, the brutal guy! Since then he has fucked Fan almost every night, her pussy is always red. She says that fucking with daddy never makes her hot, just intimidated and ashamed. That's why she loves girl-on-girl sex so much!"

Wen was a little shy when they started having girl-on-girl sex. But she soon thawed out and they did it well after midnight, taking turns to bring each other to ecstasy. — The ice was broken.

Rebecca worked about 10 hours a day, she and Wen sat naked in front of the screen and Wen masturbated nonstop, feeling liberated. Rebecca smiled, she had masturbated just as often and intensely at that age as little Wen. Rebecca called the hospital every day to ask about Pichi. He was recovering slowly and a psychologist asked Rebecca to contact her personally when she had the chance.

Naturally Rebecca soon arrived at the hospital and Wen was allowed to sit at Pichi's bedside. The psychologist got straight to the point. Rebecca had explained to her that she did not know Pichi and that she was only allowed to take the two of them in until relatives could be found, a few months, half a year perhaps, shorter or longer. The psychologist explained to her that Pichi's head injury was serious. His frontal lobe had been slightly crushed and would only heal in half a year to a year.

Rebecca did not know much about the brain, she questioned the psychologist in detail. All of this gradually became clear to her. Pichi was a completely normal 12-year-old boy, but he is currently at the mental level of a 6 or 8-year-old. He would recover quickly and after a few months he would fit back into his age group. No, he would just be a little impatient sometimes or seem aggressive, but he would certainly not become violent. Rebecca got a whole series of tips, then she drove home with Wen, after she had also sat by the sleeping Pichi's bed.

Wen had settled in well, she watched Rebecca's work with attention and got hot watching the videos of Rebecca's girl sex. She masturbated very often during the day, like a wild she-wolf. In the evenings and at night she lay completely relaxed in Rebecca's arms. They had girl sex until late at night, they both needed the sex. Rebecca often thought of Conny, who had said that every orgasm was a sacrifice, an expression of devoted love to the Great Goddess. The week flew by, they drove to the hospital and picked up Pichi.

Pichi was still wearing a woolen headgear from the hospital, which he didn't want to part with for a long time. He was very friendly and curious. He cried on Wen's chest in the car when she told him about the death of his parents. But when they arrived at the apartment, he walked through the apartment in amazement. "Where is the children's room?" he asked Wen, the big sister. There wasn't one, Wen explained. She also explained to him who Rebecca was and that they were staying with her for a few months. That she drew or painted pornographic hentai during the day, that they were naked in the apartment day and night, that was what Rebecca wanted. And at night they had girl sex. The best girl sex. Pichi's eyes widened. "We stay naked the whole time, all three of us!? And at night you have girl sex with her, like at home with Fan and Min!?" Wen gently grabbed his sleeve. "You spied on us!?" she shouted with mock horror. Pichi grinned, childlike innocence itself. "Of course, didn't you know that!?" Wen gave him a smile, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Of course, you toad!" she lied, smiling. She didn't want to expose herself, at any cost.

Wen's and Pichi's parents actually came from Denmark, so they were both white-skinned and light-blond. Wen was very slim, only her hips hinted at her blossoming womanhood. She was only a few centimeters shorter than Rebecca. Her breasts were little more than swellings from a bee sting and above her slit only a few light-blond hairs were visible, the beginning of a fluffy down. Pichi was smaller, a very slender guy with a remarkably large cock when it was erect. Even then the foreskin covered the entire glans. Rebecca suspected that this cock had experienced more than Wen had in her entire life.

Pichi's cock grew and stiffened as he undressed and sat down next to the two naked girls at the screen. Rebecca took her hands off the keyboard. "Come on, Wen, now we'll take a closer look at Pichi's cock!" Pichi had no objections, this promised to be fun!

Rebecca put Wen's hand on Pichi's cock, letting her fingers wrap around it. "Just look very closely, this is what a nice boy's cock looks like when it's stiff!" Wen looked at the cock very carefully and Rebecca continued. "You see, there's a bump up there under his foreskin, that's the glans, a very important part!" Wen nodded, she recognized the bulge. She doesn't know what the glans is, Wen whispered. "Even when erect, it is covered by the foreskin that protects it. Now, pull the foreskin back slowly, no, just the skin, until the glans is completely visible!"

Pichi squealed with delight. He was very curious about Wen's reaction. Wen looked at the glans and pulled the foreskin back even further, as Rebecca said. She ran her fingertip over the glans. "I see, there is the hole. The man pees through it, and the baby squirts through it into mom's hole?" Rebecca nodded, "Yes, you listened carefully." Wen asked what the sack was for? Rebecca said that his balls are in there, two of them. That's where the juice is produced, which then shoots out of the squirt hole. Wen studied the glans closely. "Well, it is normally covered by the foreskin. But when he wants to pee or squirt inside, he has to pull it back completely. Right?" asked Wen. "Yes, for peeing, for squirting inside and for masturbating," Rebecca confirmed.

"And for squirting in the mouth!" crowed Pichi, the cheerful boy. Now Rebecca questioned him, carefully feeling around. Yes, for the past six months he had been allowed to slip into bed with Mom every morning, she rubbed his cock and then took it in her mouth, which felt wonderful. Then he was allowed to squirt deep in her mouth and she swallowed it all. Mom had said it tasted a little salty, but quite good. She didn't want him to squirt on the sheets, it would be disgusting to lie in the dried sperm.

Mom was pretty angry when she caught him spying. But she believed him that he was always just curious about fucking. She took him on her naked lap and explained everything to him, everything about fucking. He really wanted to put his cock inside her hole. He begged until she gave in. He put his cock in, but she held him tight. "Only daddy does fuck me, that's the deal. So don't move, you curious bastard!" It felt incredibly good, warm and silky. She held him tightly, he couldn't and wasn't allowed to move.

After a few long minutes, it squirted out of his cock, all by itself, like it normally only did in her mouth. She stared at him in shock and he felt very uncomfortable. Mom looked into his eyes for minutes, she seemed to blush deeply at first, then again for long minutes. Then she got really sad, she pulled out his limp cock and licked it clean like always. She didn't say anything, but after that he was only allowed to squirt in her mouth and she could laugh again. Pichi grinned, "It was great fun with Mom!"

Wen snuggled up to Rebecca and Pichi to Wen as the screen work continued. Pichi didn't seem to find it strange that Wen masturbated nonstop until dinner. He asked her if he could squirt in her mouth tomorrow morning, now that mom was in heaven? — Wen pushed him aside indignantly. "Of course not, you've never squirted in my mouth before, you brat!" He snuggled up to Wen again, "That's fine, big sister!" That settled the matter.

After dinner they all went to bed. Pichi sat up and watched Rebecca and Wen having girl sex, it was incredibly exciting. He held his stiff cock with both hands. He obviously didn't know how to masturbate. Over and over he asked Wen, gradually becoming angry, to squirt in her mouth. Rebecca intervened. She pulled Pichi to her. He could squirt in her mouth, she was OK with it.

Pichi agreed immediately, he crawled over Wen's beautiful, virgin body, which was still shaking from the last orgasm. "Did you hear, I can squirt in Rebecca's mouth!" Wen gently stroked his buttocks. "Yes, go ahead, little brother!" she said, smiling, and sank back onto the pillow.

Pichi stood in front of Rebecca, Wen sat down very close. Reluctantly and hesitantly, Wen took Pichi's cock in her mouth and let her tongue play as Rebecca had told her. In those minutes, Wen understood how to give a blowjob. When Pichi got really excited, Wen let go of his cock, just in time Rebecca took it in her mouth. She completed the blowjob and Pichi squirted into Rebecca's throat, panting and laughing quietly. She swallowed the sperm, grinning and smacking her lips.

Pichi was very sad. After squirting in her mouth, he always stuck his cock in Mama's hole and she, his Mama, sighed deeply. She scratched the hair on his neck and called him a little rascal, then held his buttocks so that he couldn't move. For ten minutes, tears rolled down her cheeks, then his cock squirted all by itself. Mama pressed him against her buttocks for several minutes until his cock had shrunk completely. Sometimes she would whisper, crying, "Come on, make me a child, my Pichi, because Papa can't do it anymore!" and Pichi would also have to cry on her soft breasts because he didn't know how to make a child.

Wen turned pale. Could Pichi be to blame for Mama's growing belly!? Pichi looked at Wen in confusion, "why me?" Wen explained to Rebecca, Mom was already pretty round when she had the accident. Wen had to rub cream on her round belly every evening, from her breasts down to her pee slit. A few times Mom had looked at her very, very sadly and begged Wen to lick her clit. Dad had knelt down in bed and watched sadly as Wen licked her clit, a little juice dripped out of his foreskin. Pichi grinned when Wen was finished. "Ever since the baby grew in Mom's belly, I had to fuck her every day after school before you came home. Really fuck her, and she had mumbled that it didn't matter anymore. I had to go out right away because the neighbor upstairs was coming to fuck Mom too. I was spying, of course, because he was the only one who she would let her really fuck her!" Wen started to cry violently, but she didn't say why.

Rebecca laid him on top of her and guided Pichi's cock into her pussy. "You can squirt inside, and even fuck me properly if you like, my poor boy!" she whispered softly. She didn't know if it was all true. Maybe he had just fantasized or made it all up. But no matter, Pichi squirted into Rebecca's throat every morning and then fucked her really well, the sweet, blond-haired angel. Rebecca felt her preference for sweet little angels awakening again. And Pichi was definitely an innocent little angel, the 12-year-old with the cock of a 14-year-old and the mindset of a 7-year-old.

Wen watched her little brother fucking, with growing desire. But she would never do it, it was somehow dirty and disgusting and at the same time wonderful. Rebecca's face beamed with an unearthly beauty, as Pichi was already pretty good at fucking. In these moments, he seemed to be an adult to his older sister. Rebecca, in any case, happily sang a little song in the shower and continued humming while preparing breakfast. She sat diligently in front of the screen until dinner and painted her pictures, Wen and Pichi sat naked next to her and let Rebecca paint their genitals. Rebecca still had no concrete idea which hentai story would fit with the two of them's beautifully shaped genitals.

"Oh, if only you would fuck!" she often exclaimed quietly. Pichi was of course all fired up, Wen hesitated for weeks. Rebecca had explained the exact process of deflowering to the two of them, she sensed Wen's fear. She took her little daughter in her arms and rocked her gently, kissing her on her lips. "It's like a bee sting, nothing more!" she breathed into Wen's ear. "My own deflowering wasn't even like a bee sting, more like a scratch. I didn't have to scream or cry, I was just so happy to finally be a woman and not a baby anymore!" It still took weeks until Wen was ready, until she wanted it herself.

Rebecca decorated the dinner table, they ate by romantic candlelight. After the girl-on-girl sex, Rebecca let Wen lie across her chest. "Are you ready, are you hot enough, my love?" and Wen nodded with a big lump in her throat. Rebecca grabbed Pichi's cock and guided it into Wen's entrance to her pussy hole. "Hug her gently and push in very gently, don't hurt her!" she admonished Pichi, whose cheeks were all red with excitement. He nodded absently and thrust slowly. Wen took a sharp breath, but whispered that it didn't hurt at all! Rebecca stroked both children as they fucked, tears of emotion running down her cheeks.

Pichi sat up. "I'm about to squirt, big sister!" and Wen hugged him tightly. "Yes, go ahead, Pichi, my darling!" Rebecca pressed one hand on his ass cheeks so that he didn't slip out. She had seen that Wen had had a strong orgasm right at the beginning and then, staying at a high level of excitement, staggered from small orgasms to orgasms. A weight was lifted from her heart, Wen was as light-going as she was and would love the fucking because it made her orgasm so easily. Rebecca checked Wen's hymen immediately. It was still there, a half-moon-shaped membrane, the hole exactly as before. That was amazing!

Pichi fucked Wen every evening, usually in the middle of their girl-on-girl sex. Rebecca checked Wen's hymen after fucking, but Pichi's fucking never broke the crescent. In the morning he fucked Rebecca, bringing her to orgasm in both rounds. He only rarely squirted in her mouth.

Rebecca had been given the well-paid job of painting a few saucy, juicy pages as a birthday present for Adam Elliot, the creator of the film 'Mary & Max'; she managed to produce 24 pages. The 8-year-old, bulbous-nosed, bespectacled Mary visited her 44-year-old bulbous-nosed pen pal Max in New York. They were both still very inexperienced, Max had only touched his mother a few times in fear at night when she had drunk herself unconscious. One time he could no longer hold back. Of course he never dared to fuck her properly! He just stuck his swollen little cock in a little bit and squirted instantly. He never did that again!

Mary stubbornly insisted that Max deflower her and fuck her, which is why she flew over from Australia. Rebecca now had a good use for Wen's pussy and Pichi's cock, which Mary and Max got. She had captured the filmmaker's absurd sense of humor quite well when she made the shy Max wait helplessly for ages in Mary's vaginal entrance. He was startled when a fat, squinting-eyed fly landed on his ass with a loud splash. Startled, Max pushed forward and penetrated Mary's childish fuck hole with a loud plop. From then on, the fly told everyone that she had actually deflowered Mary. Rebecca delivered the gift on time, but she never found out whether Adam Elliot had even liked it.

The aunt was found in Houston, Texas, but she never had the children. She was a prostitute and had alcohol- and drug problems. Wen stayed with Rebecca until she fell in love with a civil engineer at the age of 20. She married him and followed him from construction site to construction site. Pichi stayed with Rebecca for a long time, initially fucking her in the morning and at night. Later, when he was already at university, he had less time and perhaps less desire. Shortly before his diploma, he introduced Rebecca to sweet little Yumari, and the two were very well suited to each other.

Rebecca was now 30. She still looked like a 20-year-old and her annual list included around 400 sweet angels and young men and dozens of girls. She had taught many teenagers how to fuck and filmed everything. She usually kept the girls longer so that the girl could fuck several guys. The girls thanked her for this, not a single one complained.

She had delivered her nineteenth manga at the end of the year, it was about the life and suffering of St. Carmen of Toledo in early medieval Spain. Jack, who had remained a loyal fuck buddy, had got her the pornographic novella. She didn't have to think long, the story was juicy and spicy.

She felt Conny's light touch, guiding her hand as light as a feather. Conny still didn't come back. She only came in her dreams and fucked her wordlessly with her 32-inch cock. She just nodded to her briefly afterwards and disappeared into the fog.

Rebecca knew that Conny would never come back. She spoke to her former mentor before and during the fuck. She had learned that Conny gave her heart a good, warm feeling when she wanted to confirm or encourage Rebecca. Otherwise, however, the signal was missing. Conny was a good spirit and could do nothing bad, not even leave behind a bad feeling.

Rebecca never married, nor did she have children of her own. She continued to collect sweet little angels and young boys. Every few years she took in a girl or a brother and sister, she taught them to masturbate and to fuck, which she always did. At 60, she wrote her will, dividing her fortune between her protégés, her children.

One night, Conny lay down next to her. Conny in the flesh. Rebecca knew that this was the last time they would fuck. Nevertheless, her joy was much, much greater than her confusion. Conny spoke to her, for the first time in decades. Conny gave her many orgasms, hugged her constantly and excited her with deep French kisses. Conny listed Rebecca's good deeds, she judged according to her standards, not according to man-made "regulations". Rebecca felt safe and secure with Conny. Only when dawn broke did Conny get up and stretched out her hand to her.

"Come, my love, I will lead you into the light, to the Great Goddess!"

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