By the Pond

The pond’s cool, pitch-black peat water offered the perfect contrast to the oppressive, almost palpable heat of the Vienna Woods. Jack felt the rough, slippery rock beneath the soles of his feet — anchoring him in the depths — while Lila lay in his arms, floating almost weightlessly in the water. The lake’s coolness seemed only to accentuate the heat radiating from her skin. Every breath she took made her body tremble on the surface, and in that moment, Jack was acutely — and delightedly — aware of the situation’s total nudity. It was his first afternoon with this uninhibited community, yet the initial sense of awkwardness had long since given way to a fascinated openness.

Lila was visibly enjoying his closeness. She lay there with her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly back, while the dark water gently lapped against her contours. Her questions were direct, devoid of circumlocution or false modesty; she wanted to know everything about the young student’s life. When he spoke of his work for the publishing house — of the digital manipulations that transformed ordinary images into erotic works of art — she slowly opened her eyes. An amused, almost challenging smile played upon her lips. "So, you create the perfect illusion of nudity on a screen," she murmured, her voice taking on a husky, almost purring quality. "And here, you have the reality — completely free of pixels."

Jack did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly lifted one hand from the cool water. The water droplets glittered like liquid glass in the bright sunlight as he gently spread them over her heated skin. He stroked her collarbone, letting the water run in small rivulets over her shoulders, and felt a faint shiver spread across her body at his touch — despite the sweltering heat of high summer. His fingers followed the gentle curve of her waist, steadying her, while the deep black water enveloped them both like a protective, intimate cloak. Lila’s gaze remained fixed on him — intense and knowing — as the soft lapping of the pond underscored the shimmering silence between them.

Digital Nude Artist

Lila slowly lifted her head, letting her wet hair fall heavily back over her shoulders. Dark, peat-stained water dripped in glittering beads from the tips of her hair, tracing damp trails across her chest. She studied Jack with a look that made his youthful self-consciousness melt away completely. "And tell me, Jack," she whispered, gliding a little closer to him in the water so that her bare skin lightly brushed his chest, "how would you work on me? What pose would you choose for me if I were your model?"

The young man swallowed involuntarily, feeling the pleasant warmth of her body and the intense contrast with the cool water of the pond. His hands, still holding her, instinctively adjusted to the curves of her hips to keep her balanced. He let his gaze wander slowly over her face, her shimmering shoulders, and the soft contours shadowed just beneath the black surface of the water. "I wouldn't," he finally replied, his voice thick with emotion. "There’s nothing to correct with you. Nature has already provided the perfect template." After a moment, he added, "Your tits — I’d enlarge them with a digital brush and make them look sharp and pointed, like combat tits. I’d have to thin out the fuzz over your pussy a bit, too — these days, people want to see a pussy, not just guess at it. That’s the fashion these days, Lila."

A soft, deep laugh escaped her throat — a sound Jack felt as a subtle vibration against his own skin. Lila placed a hand on the back of his neck; her fingers were cool and damp, yet her grip was firm. She pulled him down toward her until their faces were mere centimeters apart. The air between them seemed to burn in the shimmering afternoon heat. "A charming attempt, my dear," she murmured, her warm breath brushing against his lips. "But over the next few days, you’ll have to prove to me exactly how good your eye for detail really is." He nodded. "Okay — challenge accepted!"

He’s Shivering

Her damp fingers slid slowly down from the nape of his neck, across his collarbones, leaving a trail of cool water droplets on his heated skin and sending his blood racing. Jack held his breath as she pressed even closer, their naked bodies touching along almost their entire length in the pitch-black water. He felt the soft curve of her breasts against his chest and the gentle, rhythmic friction of her thighs against his legs, moving in time with the small ripples they created in the pond.

“You’re shivering, Jack,” she teased in a suggestive whisper, gazing deep into his eyes as her hand wandered lower beneath the water. Her fingers grazed his stomach softly, tracing the contours of his muscles and moving inexorably toward the place where his body’s heat was pooling. The afternoon heat seemed to hang heavy over the peat lake, and the cool water did nothing to soothe the searing tension building between them, ready to erupt. Her hand closed lightly and playfully around his cock.

He gripped her waist more firmly, lifting her higher out of the water with a sudden, masculine surge of strength, so that her wet upper body glistened in the bright sunlight. “I’m not shivering from the cold, Lila,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her damp lips. Her challenging smile shifted into an expression of pure desire as she felt just how unmistakable his reaction to her closeness beneath the water’s surface already was.

Lila bit lightly on her lower lip as her hand traced a path of pure electricity across his skin beneath the water. She could feel exactly how intensely his cock was responding to her touch, and that power seemed only to spur her on. With a fluid movement, she turned in his arms so that her back was to him, leaning the back of her head against his shoulder; her wet buttocks pressed firmly and warmly against his pelvis.

“Can you feel how warm the water is here on the surface, Jack?” she whispered, taking his arm and wrapping it tightly around her waist. His hand now rested flat against her wet, smooth skin, just above the curve of her pubic mound. “The sun is beating down mercilessly. But in the shade of the forest... that’s where things get really interesting.” She moved her hips in a tiny, circular motion against him, driving him nearly out of his mind.

Jack breathed heavily against her ear, inhaling the scent of summer, the lake, and her warm skin. His fingers splayed across her belly, pressing her even closer — gently but firmly — as he laid his lips against her wet shoulder. Every little shiver that ran through her body transferred directly to him, and the deep black water of the pond seemed to stoke the heat of their pressed-together bodies even further.

I wonder how old she is?

Jack turned her around again so she was lying on her back in his strong arms, her eyes turned toward the sky. She had beautiful, small, firm breasts; she was slender and athletic, with only a delicate blonde fuzz covering her pussy. He would have guessed her to be in her mid-thirties, but her face — and especially her hands — revealed that she had to be older. — He mentioned that he was nineteen and a half and cautiously felt his way toward finding out her age; he said he guessed she was in her mid- or late thirties.

Lila laughed out loud — a bright, carefree sound that echoed across the mirror-smooth surface of the deep black pond. “Thanks for the lovely compliment, Jack! I’ll be turning fifty next year; as for my current age, you’ll just have to figure that out for yourself,” she teased him with a happy, utterly self-assured smile. She was visibly enjoying the effect her words had on the young student. “And don’t you dare call me Aunt Lila — if only because it makes me feel ancient. Besides, whatever Irene gets up to with you... I would never do that with my own flesh and blood — certainly not with my nephew! I’m not into incest — God knows I’m not!”

Jack was speechless for a moment as he continued to let her glide through the water in his strong arms. In the bright sunlight, her slender, athletic body looked impossibly youthful — hardly that of a woman nearing fifty. Her small, firm breasts rose and fell with her laughter, and the delicate blonde down covering her pussy shimmered like pure gold against the dark, peaty water. It was only when he studied her profile and saw the fine lines around her eyes — marks of a life rich in emotion and laughter — that he realized she was telling the truth. That maturity lent an even more fascinating, almost dangerous quality to her flawless nakedness.

“Fif... forty-nine...” Jack finally stammered, slowly pulling her a little closer. His hands held her fit body firmly, and the initial sense of distance had long since vanished. “I never would have guessed.” Lila turned her head toward him, her gaze watchful and amused by his visibly aroused confusion. The cool water of the Vienna Woods pond was no longer enough to dampen the crackling electricity intensifying by the second between the mismatched pair.

Jack joined in her laughter; the last traces of reserve were gone for good. “Well, I actually wouldn't mind a bit of incest with my aunt!” he managed to say between giggles. Her loud, ringing laughter echoed across the dark pond water, breaking the final barrier between them. With the trained eye of a photographic artist, he studied her closely. Her contours in the bright light, the firm symmetry of her body — she was simply flawless. “You still look really great and spicy, Lila — despite being forty-nine, Auntie!”

Nude Model and Porn Star

She looked at him with wide, amused eyes. “Is the nude-art painter in you speaking now?” Jack nodded with a smile. Lila paused for a moment, gazed thoughtfully at the glittering water, and began to tell her story: “Oh, ages ago — when I was a young girl — I used to model nude at the academy for aspiring painters, sketch artists, and sculptors. Someone eventually introduced me to a photographer who took thousands of nude shots. Through him, I got into film production. Back then, I was the star of some pretty wild, explicit flicks and thoroughly enjoyed the adventures with hot-blooded men. Although fucking in front of the camera isn't half as much fun as people think.”

She brushed a wet lock of hair from her forehead. “But then I got married. My first husband was rich and ancient. I inherited a lot of real estate from him — which is, incidentally, how I know Irene; she’s active in the same industry and owns a lot of property, too. My second husband later left me his electronics components company in his will. I draw a monthly pension of nearly ten thousand euros from it. These days, my connection to the business is purely on paper; I could barely tell a microchip from a washing machine. But he was the most stubborn man alive. His car broke down on a railway crossing. Any normal person would have gotten out to save themselves. Not him, of course — he kept trying to start the engine until the express train arrived.”

Peter’s Ascension

Lila’s voice grew a little quieter; the memory seemed to make her shiver briefly, despite the heat. “It was my third husband who finally convinced me that I’m a sort of ‘bride of death.’ He was the dearest man on God’s earth and an incredibly passionate, tireless lover. His cock was a ‘fleshy’ one — just like yours — meaning he could fuck wonderfully even without an erection. I adored him — and not just for the great sex; no, he was like a ray of sunshine. Everyone couldn't help but smile whenever he showed up; he brought sunshine into even the darkest hole, you know? He loved flying and had thousands of flight hours under his belt. But while flying over the Tauern mountains in his Fast Eagle 3000, he ran into fog and a storm cloud; the electronics failed completely, and he plummeted like a stone. That was two years ago, and I mourned him for a long time.”

She looked Jack straight in the eye as her hand slid slowly and thoughtfully down over her belly, stroking the wet, soft blonde fuzz of her pussy just as Peter used to do. “I’ve lived like a hermit ever since. Irene must have decided that my chaste abstinence had to come to an end — which is why she sent you to me. But I don’t know... I’m not sure if I’ve put enough distance between myself and my Peter to fully open myself up to this again. I haven't fucked a man or a girl in over two years, Jack!”

Fucking on Camera

He wanted to steer the conversation away from the previous sad topic and asked what it was actually like for a woman to fuck on camera. Lila began to smile slowly, and the shadow of sadness that had just rested on her features gave way to an amused, almost nostalgic gleam in her eyes. She ran two fingers gently through the water, tracing small, concentric circles around Jack’s chest as she slid a little closer to him. “You’re pretty curious for your age, Jack,” she teased in a husky voice. “But fine... if the artist asks so directly, I’ll give you an honest answer.”

She tilted her head and gazed up at the treetops of the Vienna Woods, as if replaying images from the past in her mind’s eye. “It’s a world of its own. At first, there’s that blinding, hot glare of the studio lights that strips away any sense of intimacy. You’re aware of the camera, the director’s instructions, the crew’s sweat. It feels artificial. But then — when the movement starts, when the fucking begins, when the other person’s skin burns against yours — you forget everything else. It turns into a kind of rhythmic dance, only completely uncensored. You’re playing a role, but the desire you show has to be real in that moment, or else it looks cheap.”

Her hand now slid back beneath the water’s surface, tracing a teasing path from Jack’s thigh to his cock while she held his gaze. “It was thrilling to feel absolute power over the camera and the audience. To know that you were desired. But do you know what the biggest difference is compared to today?” She paused briefly, moved close enough for her wet breasts to brush against his nipples, and whispered against his lips: “Out here, in the black water — with no cameras and just the two of us — there’s no script. That makes it so much more intense, interesting, and a little bit wicked.”

Painting the act of fucking?

Jack shook his head when she asked if he had ever portrayed people in the act of fucking — live.

Jack slowly shook his head as the gentle lapping of the water provided a backdrop to their conversation. "No, I’ve never captured anything like that live," he admitted honestly, gazing into her captivating eyes. "My work happens on a screen — sterile and controlled. Sterile? Well, except for a bit of jerking off in between. Sketching a couple during real, passionate lovemaking live... that holds a completely different kind of intimacy — almost voyeuristic. You don’t just look; you feel the heat in the room." He swallowed hard at the thought, his eyes lingering on her wet lips.

Lila smiled at his honest answer and tilted her head back slightly. "Perhaps you should give it a try, my young artist," she murmured, her eyes gleaming in the bright sunlight. "It trains the eye to spot those real, unposed moments of ecstasy. When muscles tense, breath grows shallow, and every movement is pure, unfiltered desire. There’s no comparison to your sterile computer pixels."

She floated a little closer to him in the water, her bare thighs gently brushing against his hips. Jack felt his heart rate quicken. The stories of her wild past only made her more desirable in his eyes — a woman who had lived out her sexuality without regret and with absolute freedom. His hands, which were still supporting her in the water, slid slowly down her wet back, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin and holding her fast, while the hot air of the Vienna Woods hung heavy over the pitch-black pond.

Papa films his girl naked wanking

"I only did it for two years, but even that was enough, my dear. I was proud of my body, and I only had the jitters during the first session because I’d never done it in front of a camera before — except when Papa filmed me naked when I was younger, and later, at ten, while I was jerking him off, of course; but that was totally harmless and didn't involve fucking, my boy. At first, Papa’s cock would dangle down long like an elephant's trunk, but then it would get hard, and he’d have to jerk off, pressing his cock against my little girl-pussy and cumming. Later on, I took over jerking him off once I was old enough — and by then, my dear Papa was already fucking me quite vigorously after the filming. We usually filmed on Sunday afternoons; as I got older, I joined Mom, whom he had filmed alone up until then. I usually only jerked myself off only once, but Mama did it much more often than I did in front of the camera — she was starved for it! It wasn't until years later — when I was 15 or like — that Papa fucked me right in front of her eyes after he had fucked her in front of me; so now she would watch us jerking herself off like a madwoman, while I jerked his elefant trunk off — after he’d stopped filming — I was stroking his hard cock like a madwoman... Mama wasn't even allowed to masturbate herself off at night; he’d always tie her hand to the bedpost — the dirty bastard, Mama grumbled, because she could never masturbate with the other one. But she was ingenious: she bought a soft rubber dildo and then fucked herself with her non-dominant hand once he was already snoring — and that usually worked well." Jack got goosebumps.

"What surprised me was that I didn't reach orgasm every time I fucked — that was actually new to me. But the busy crew, the hoarsely shouting director — none of that made for a particularly hot setting. And what also surprised me was that things went best with the guys from the Eastern Bloc. For one thing, they didn't understand everything the director was barking, and for another, they wouldn't have obeyed him anyway. They showed up because there was a pretty girl to fuck and they got a fistful of cash. That made it simple for them — transactional, as people would say today. It was about thirty years ago, my dear; back then, the guys from the East were still dirt poor and not yet obnoxious machos."

The first load has to go

After rinsing off the cool, pitch-black peat water under the warm spray of the garden shower, the scent of fresh soap enveloped them both. Lila lathered Jack’s athletic body from head to toe with practiced, almost businesslike movements. However, the dynamic shifted the moment her hand lingered appraisingly on his cock — which was visibly aroused. She looked up at him with an intense, uncompromising expression. "Come on, boy — get it over with and relieve that initial pressure; jerk the juice out yourself! I don't want to take your full, unbridled load inside my pussy later — *brrr*!" she demanded bluntly.

Jack realized instantly that she was dead serious and would brook no argument. He couldn't help but make a grim mental comparison to Irene, who had never minded when he gave free rein to his passion after showering together. Irene hadn't cared if he shot his full load inside her after a shower — often three times in a row, he thought bitterly. *Good old Lila is in for a surprise over the next few days,* he mused, a defiant, masculine urge rising within him. To spur him on, she placed his own hand on his cock, took a half-step back, and watched him with her arms crossed and a predatory smile — a smile like the famous Cheshire Cat.

He took a deep breath and focused entirely on the intense stroking. The tantalizing prospect of bedding a woman as fascinating and experienced as Lila after two days of abstinence fueled his imagination immensely. He stared hungrily at her pussy, and as the pent-up tension finally broke and his semen spurted and splashed in thick, viscous streams onto the wet wooden planks, Lila watched the spectacle with a satisfied, almost approving hum. Without another word, she turned on the tap and rinsed the remnants of the white foam and his passion from his legs with cold water.

Lila turned off the shower tap with a sharp, decisive movement and, without looking back, walked ahead into the small cottage bathed in the soft light of dusk. Jack followed her, his skin still faintly steaming from the day's heat. In the bedroom, she was already lying on the pristine white sheet, arms loosely crossed behind her head, watching him with a deep, demanding gaze. "Come on, my boy — Irene promised me wonders about her son!" she murmured as he slid onto the mattress beside her.

Act One

She reached for his cock with easy familiarity and sensed that, while the initial storm had passed, the embers were far from extinguished. "Shall I jerk you off a bit until it’s rock hard again?" she asked with a suggestive smile, but Jack calmly shook his head. "It’ll go in just fine as it is, Lila. It’ll get hard and stiff again on its own," he rumbled confidently as he slowly moved over her. Lila looked up at him, almost pleadingly, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Please, take it slow and gentle. I want to feel you, not get run over by an express train."

Jack nodded in understanding, knelt gently between her outstretched thighs, and gazed reverently for a moment at her delicate, flawless pussy — the same one he had admired earlier in the pitch-black pond. "Just tell me if you want me to do anything differently, Lila. And if you like, feel free to use your finger on your clit — though I can get you off without that, too." As the sun finally sank behind the trees of the Vienna Woods outside, bathing the room in a warm, orange glow, he slid — millimeter by millimeter — into her wet, tight cunt. Lila gently guided his cock with her experienced fingers, controlling the penetration and savoring the sensation of being slowly filled. She kept her hand wrapped firmly around his cock — something Jack was perfectly happy with. He far preferred an experienced, self-assured woman like her — or Irene — to the uncertainty of a hesitant girl.

Irene certainly hadn’t exaggerated. "Lila has a tight, almost virginal cunt," Irene had confided in him. "She hasn't let a man near her for two years — not since her Peter died in that crash. You two are going to have a hell of a time fucking, Jack," she had whispered back then, almost as if speaking of something sacred.

Jack now moved inside Lila with a deliberate, almost reverent slowness — far more gently, with more control and at a slower pace than he had ever managed with Irene. He could feel exactly how tightly she enclosed him and sense the rhythm that was right for her. Within minutes, their breathing and movements were perfectly synchronized, a seamless rhythm unfolding in the room’s warm, dim light. Lila had placed her hand between her legs and was stroking her clit with focused intensity until her body began to tremble slightly from the rising pleasure. Yet, just before the peak, she paused, took a deep breath, and consciously held back the full release of her orgasm, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as possible.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, with the heat in the room almost palpable and his own climax drawing unstoppably near, he raised himself up over her. "I’m going to cum now, love," he murmured in a deep, husky voice. Lila simply nodded silently, her eyes heavy with desire. Jack reached beneath her firm buttocks and lifted her hips slightly, causing her sex to open wide and invitingly before him. She then began to rub her clit furiously, stroking it with rapid, intense speed. He waited patiently for a few more seconds, watching in fascination as pure ecstasy made her features tremble, and then thrust deep and hard into her. Thrust after thrust, he hammered his pent-up seed deep into her tightness and unleashed his full load right inside her pussy. Lila let out a soft cry, climaxing wildly and widening her eyes in disbelief — completely overwhelmed by just how much hot fluid the young guy still had in him after jerking off in the shower.

Anatomy and Clit-Licking

They sat comfortably at the head of the bed, backs against the wall, smoking in silence and completely relaxed. A sense of blissful contentment filled the room; they were happy after that first, highly successful round. Yet Jack’s mind was already turning again. He simply couldn't curb his curiosity; the words spoken earlier kept running through his head. How on earth did Irene know the details of Lila’s anatomy so incredibly well?

Lila smiled softly, blew a stream of bluish smoke into the evening air of the room, and watched the rings slowly dissipate. "Oh, my boy, it’s obvious," she said with disarming ease. "We meet twice a month at the sauna — a regular group of six or eight girls. For instance, we all know Irene has a weak heart — so you have to pace the clitoral licking carefully and not overdo it. You’ve even picked her up by car a few times when she was too shaky and unsteady on her feet after our gatherings. That’s how we know all these things about each other."

Jack’s thoughts suddenly went into a whirl. Sauna? Clitoral licking? Yes, of course he’d known Irene went to the sauna regularly, but she had never mentioned a single detail to him about the specific activities that took place there. He knew — and could see — that she sometimes engaged in clitoral licking with her girlfriends. "Are you all lesbians, then... you and the other girls?" he finally asked, his voice noticeably raspy as he tried to process what he’d just heard.

"Oh, goodness no," Lila replied with amusement, looking at him with a warm, almost maternal gaze. "We’re all just a little bit bisexual — some more, some less — there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that!" Jack nodded silently and lit another cigarette with slightly trembling fingers. In that moment, it suddenly dawned on him just how little he actually knew about Irene’s true love life. The fact that their family situation was tangled was nothing new to him — after all, he knew he was the biological son of the father they shared, and that his own grandfather was therefore also his father. But that had never bothered him or struck him as odd. Irene had simply told him only the bare minimum. Back then, he’d had little choice but to pump his grandfather for information. The old gentleman — always a cheerful, high-spirited fellow — hadn’t needed much coaxing; on Jack’s eighteenth birthday, he had willingly spilled the beans. Yet, only now did Jack grasp just how much of Irene’s mysterious world remained shrouded in darkness for him.

Lila smiled indulgently, brushed a blonde lock of hair from her face, and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. “You’re only nineteen or twenty, my boy; no one expects you to know the ins and outs of all this just yet,” she said in a calm, warm voice. “Being bisexual simply means you fool around with both men and girls. You fuck men, and with girls, you lick each other’s clits until you’re driven wild. That, in a nutshell, is the whole secret of bisexuality.”

Lesbians

Jack nodded slowly as he let the information sink in and took a drag on his cigarette. “I’ve never licked a woman or a girl, Lila. Honestly, I always thought that was something only those bony, hard-faced lesbians did — the kind you see in those TV clichés.”

Lila promptly gave him a light but noticeable smack on the back of the head. “Drop those hideous, clichéd stereotypes — it would really be for your own good, my dear,” she admonished him with a knowing look. "Very few women who love women are bony or hard-faced — take my word for it. They are often the tenderest, softest lovers in the good Lord’s entire great zoo. And they have to be, too, because we girls simply like things tender and infinitely soft. None of us wants to have an express train come barreling over us — NONE."

Jack instinctively ducked his head, feeling caught out. It suddenly dawned on him just how many unexamined, stupid prejudices he had been carrying around in his head until now. He sensed that he could believe every word Lila said; she was completely open and honest with him and possessed a vast wealth of sexual experience from which he could only learn. Gathering all his courage, he looked at her and asked very tentatively, "Do you ever lick Irene's clit... and does she lick yours in return?"

"Yes, of course — both!" Lila shot back instantly, without a hint of hesitation. Her tone was as matter-of-fact as if she were discussing the weather. "It’s just that, as I said, you have to be damn careful with Irene. Her heart mustn't be overstimulated under any circumstances; all of us girls in the group know that perfectly well and make sure to watch out for it."

Jack reached for his briefcase, which was sitting on the floor beside the bed, and pulled out two carefully rolled joints. Lila watched him with a gleam of approval in her eyes — she was certainly not averse to a bit of weed. They lit up the herbal blend and smoked in silence side by side, watching the thick, sweet-smelling smoke drift slowly toward the ceiling. Jack felt the high from the joint gently take hold, relaxing his mind and lifting him into a state of light, floating ease where all his inhibitions completely fell away.

The sacred smoke settled over them both like a protective, intimate cloak, and in that thick, suspended atmosphere, Jack dared to voice the question that had been burning to be asked the whole time. “Irene’s been fucking Grandpa since she was a little girl — you surely know that, Lila,” he began in a calm, husky voice. “But what about you, in that regard?”

Lila and Papa

Lila paused, inhaled the smoke deeply, and then impatiently tossed her blonde mane, as if trying to shake off an unpleasant image. “Jack, I don’t really like talking about that,” she said, an uncharacteristically serious, almost cold expression settling around her lips. “But to tell you the truth: yes, there are parallels. Though probably nowhere near as frequently as with Irene. For starters, my cousin Reginald took my virginity and fucked me good at summer camp — I was nearly fourteen by then. Papa made me jerk him off in front of his camera a thousand times and fucked me regularly from the time I was fourteen, even though Mama was horrified. My father simply wasn’t a gentleman; he was a real brute. The fucking itself was actually okay back then — honestly — but a brute is a brute, after all. He was rough, and the worst part was: later on, he even had his buddies run a train on my Mama and me. A true gentleman doesn’t do that, believe me.”

Jack sensed the underlying pain and old bitterness in her words. To soothe her and show her she was safe with him, he placed his hand very gently on her warm mound of Venus. His fingers stroked the soft, blonde down reassuringly, offering silent comfort while simultaneously savoring the velvety warmth of her skin. Lila visibly relaxed under his tender touch and leaned her head back against his shoulder. Yet the information kept swirling in Jack’s mind — his curiosity about the dark depths and secrets of these women had been irrevocably and unstoppably awakened. He continued to caress her gently rounded mound of Venus. "Did you enjoy fucking when you were a young girl, or did you feel like you were being 'taken' — in the literal sense of the word?"

Lila exhaled deeply and savored the soothing warmth of Jack’s hand resting gently on her mound. The bitter memory of the past seemed to recede into the background, eased by his gentle caress and the relaxing effect of the weed. She turned her head toward him, her expression now noticeably softer and more open. Lila took a drag from her joint; it made her feel light and buoyant, and she didn't find his questioning intrusive at all.

"Actually, it was my older cousin who took my virginity; he was a tender, considerate, old-school gentleman. Papa was a brute, through and through. Yet, from the time I was fourteen, I loved fucking Papa far more than the secret nightly masturbation I simply couldn't give up. Even with that brute, I experienced ecstasy and desire — Mama felt exactly the same way. Even when his buddies fucked me, the peaks of sexual bliss were undeniable; there’s no getting around that. When I called him a brute, I was referring to his general behavior; his fucking was exquisite and wonderful. I was just a tad smarter than Irene, though — I took the pill, religiously. It was one of Papa’s buddies — a genuinely pleasant guy — who got me into the academy to work as a nude model."

“You know, Jack,” she murmured softly, placing her hand over his and interlacing her fingers with his, “life leaves its mark on all of us, one way or another. We never expected anyone to hand us a lollipop. But the most important thing is what we make of it. Irene and I... we learned to claim our own freedom. We decide for ourselves who we let into our bed and how we enjoy pleasure. That’s our way of taking back control.”

Jack felt the deep resonance of those words. His initial curiosity about the dark secrets gave way to a profound fascination with Lila’s strength and her immense vitality. He leaned toward her and planted a gentle kiss on her temple, while the sweet smoke of the joint continued to envelop the room in a dreamy, floating atmosphere. The heat of the Vienna Woods evening still lingered outside the window, yet in here — in the dim light of the small cottage — they had found a peaceful rhythm all their own.

Nude Model

The thick, hazy atmosphere of the weed still enveloped them as they chatted on about those wild years. Lila spoke with a lively, almost youthful excitement about the countless hours at the academy, the freedom of posing nude, and the uncomplicated, passionate encounters of those days — the unbridled fucking in secret corners. Jack, his hand still resting warmly on her soft mound, felt the vibrant energy radiating from her whenever she thought back to that time of casual pleasure and fucking. Back then, she simply hadn't let a single opportunity slip by.

“Lila, what do you say... up for round two, or would you rather just jerk off before falling asleep?” he finally asked, a suggestive, challenging grin in his eyes.

Lila’s eyes lit up instantly, and a broad, happy smile spread across her lips. “I thought you’d never ask, boy! Of course, both — one after the other; that sounds perfect!” she laughed lightheartedly. And that is exactly what they did.

Jack mounted her again and fucked her with deep, intense desire. He synchronized his movements perfectly with her breathing as she moved beneath him, visibly savoring the rising wave of pleasure. This time, just before the end, she allowed herself only a light, trembling orgasm that made her body shudder gently and brought a glittering sparkle to her eyes. When he tried to slowly withdraw afterward, she held him close. “No, please leave the light on,” he whispered to her. “I want to watch you closely.”

He likes to watch

Lila closed her eyes and placed her hand back on her pussy. She began to jerk herself with quick, practiced movements, focused and completely lost in her own pleasure. Within just a few minutes, arousal was driving her up the peak once more. Jack, completely inflamed by the sight, could hold back no longer. He thrust deep inside her again, matching her increasingly wild rhythm and moving in sync with her hand. He struggled to contain the mounting pressure until he felt her body tense up in the throes of her final orgasm. At the exact moment she found her release with a loud moan, he, too, shot his hot load deep inside her with full force.

When the storm had passed and they lay side by side, breathing heavily, Lila gazed up at the ceiling with a dreamy, slightly distant smile. "It made me think of my cousin Reginald again for the first time in ages," she said softly, sighing deeply. "He was my very first lover... and probably one of the finest to this day."

They spent the following day almost entirely in the cool, shimmering water of the pond, for the heat in the Vienna Woods had become scorching — heavy and stiflingly humid. Yet, neither of them let it spoil their mood. Jack fucked her twice while standing securely on the submerged rock, guiding her fit body through the water. They laughed exuberantly, enjoying the tingling sensation of weightlessness, and made love in the deep, dark water — completely undisturbed and at one with nature.

As evening fell and hunger set in, a delivery person arrived with fresh, steaming pizzas. After the meal, she was immediately drawn back to the inviting white sheets, while the old fan on the dresser sent a pleasantly cooling breeze over her naked skin with a soft whirring sound. By now, they were fucking with such natural ease, as if they had been doing it together their entire lives. Lila repeatedly showed her immense, uninhibited delight at his thick, ever-ready cock, which perfectly matched her mature, experienced desires.

Irene’s Fist

Later, as they lay relaxed side by side, they smoked a joint followed by a few cigarettes. Lila, who still hadn’t shed her shameless curiosity, began questioning him in detail about his past love life. Jack shrugged; from his perspective, there wasn’t really anything all that spectacular to report. He told her openly that, back in the day, Irene had mostly just fisted him. It was only in the last few years that he’d been allowed to fuck her properly, and a steady rhythm had developed: usually, he’d cum three times in quick succession inside her pussy first thing in the morning, and then his sexual needs were satisfied for the rest of the day.

Lila listened, fascinated, as Jack went on to explain that Irene would sometimes bring a female friend or two over for coffee and cake. Naturally, she had noticed the way he stared appreciatively at the swaying asses of these high-class women. Under Irene’s critical yet entirely approving gaze, he was then allowed to fuck the woman in question — and do it right. No, Irene had never been jealous; for both of them, it had been pure casual sex from the start — never some silly romance. He had fucked a few girls his own age at university, sure, but they were invariably dim-witted and simply boring once things got down to business.

Lila thoughtfully blew smoke toward the ceiling and watched the rings drift upward. "I’ll never understand girls like that, Jack," she muttered, shaking her head. "How stupid do you have to be as a woman not to have a blast while fucking? Even if it’s hard to orgasm, you’ve at least got a finger — every girl’s best friend, right?"

Jack seized the moment’s relaxed atmosphere to cautiously ask a question that had been on his mind for hours: Who exactly was that young girl who had sat completely naked on the bank that afternoon, watching them fuck underwater so intently? Lila had to think hard for a moment, taking a drag on her cigarette. “Oh right, that was Lina Wawranek,” she recalled. “She’s around twenty-one or twenty-two, I think, and is training to be a seamstress. I don’t really know much else about her, though.” She turned onto her side and fixed him with a knowing grin. “What’s up, my boy? Getting a bit hot under the collar? Got your eye on her?”

Jack hemmed and hawed a bit, dancing around his answers because he didn’t want to make Lila jealous or upset her under any circumstances. But her reaction was completely free of resentment. Her grin only grew wider and more suggestive. “It’s a deal, then! I’ll just invite the girl over for coffee tomorrow,” she decided with an amused wink. “But you’ll have to handle the rest all on your own, big guy.”

Coffee with Lina

And that is exactly how it happened. When Lina arrived at the cottage that afternoon, Jack and Lila were just stepping out of the water, feeling refreshed — and completely naked, of course, as was the custom for everyone in this laid-back community. The three of them sat around the round table in the cooling shade of the large plane trees right in front of the house. At first, the conversation flowed lightly and casually, giving Jack plenty of time to inspect Lina’s body in detail. She was an absolute delicacy, a real feast for his eyes, and the mere sight of her made his mouth water.

Lina’s Papa

In the end, it was Lila who — with her characteristic directness — ventured the decisive move and steered the conversation toward more intimate topics. Lina instantly turned beet-red, but after a brief hesitation, she answered in a low whisper. "He’d taken me for the first time years ago and fucked me regularly after that — every day, whenever Mama wasn't home," she confessed, her gaze lowered. "He was my first and only; I’ve never fucked anyone else, Lila," she concluded her confession. At that moment, all three at the table knew exactly who she meant by "him": her Papa. However, Lila showed enough tact not to press the issue further, as the memory was clearly uncomfortable for Lina. Instead, Lila tapped the table and smiled encouragingly: "But let me tell you one thing: my Jack here, he fucks absolutely beautifully and is damn experienced — oh yes, he is!" Naturally, at these words, Lina kept stealing glances at Jack’s cock, which simply refused to go soft under the table; semi-erect and visibly challenging, it bore constant witness to his deep desire.

"Go get him, tiger!" Lila suddenly exclaimed cheerfully, giving the young girl a light slap on the arm with her open palm. "I’ll just lie down passively nearby to make sure neither of you sprains an ankle!" That was Jack’s clear cue. He stood up, gently took Lina by the hand, and led her straight into the little cottage. Lina had flushed crimson all over, yet she followed him without a moment’s hesitation. In the bedroom, she willingly let herself be laid down on the white sheet and readily spread her thighs. She cast a brief, fearful glance at Lila as the other woman lay down close beside her in the bed — just as promised — but then she wrapped her arms tightly around Jack’s neck and focused her entire attention on him. “Please, be very gentle with me, Jack,” she whispered in a trembling voice, “and please don’t get me a child; I’m still much too young for that.”

Please don't get me a child

Jack nodded reassuringly, slid between her legs, and began to fuck her with deliberate yet powerful thrusts. Lina’s pussy was noticeably tighter than Lila’s or Irene’s, giving him an incredibly intense sensation. Out of sheer self-consciousness, Lina didn't dare touch herself during the act, even though Lila had whispered suggestions for her to do so from the side. She climbed higher and higher toward the peak of pleasure in rhythm with his movements, yet she paused just shy of the summit, stopping short of plunging into the burning ecstasy of orgasm. To absolutely rule out any risk of pregnancy, Jack withdrew his cock from her tight embrace in time and jerked off, spraying his hot seed in thick streams specifically across her inner thighs.

Lila, instantly recognizing the young girl’s unresolved heat, didn't hesitate. With a fluid, graceful motion, she gently nudged Jack aside and pressed her lips directly against Lina’s pussy. The young girl gasped in surprise and instinctively started to protest, but Lila’s skillful tongue was far faster than any words. Lina’s eyes flew wide open, gazing straight into Jack’s with a look of wide-eyed innocence; she felt terribly embarrassed, as no one had ever licked her clit before. Yet in that moment, she read nothing but deep kindness and a silent "let it happen" in Jack’s gaze. Finally, Lina closed her eyes, shielding her shyness behind her lids, and surrendered completely to her own arousal. A powerful orgasm racked her body, accompanied by a soft, stifled cry, while Lila continued to lick her devotedly until the rhythmic trembling of her body had completely subsided.

Lina reached for both their hands and held them tightly in her own. "Thank you both — that was truly the best sex I’ve ever had," she said, her voice still trembling from the ecstasy she had just experienced. She looked down in embarrassment and added quietly, "And it was the very first time anyone has ever licked my clit. No man, no woman, even not a girl. He... he always just fucks me really fast, like a rabbit. He just wants to cum quickly, and he doesn't care at all that it’s never enough for me. I often lie awake half the night masturbating like crazy until I finally fall asleep from sheer exhaustion."

Filled with compassion, Lila and Jack leaned toward her and tenderly kissed her on the lips, one after the other. Lila stroked her hair soothingly. “Girl, I already suggested earlier that you could just use your finger while it’s happening — almost everyone does that; there’s nothing to it. And as for him coming inside you...” She turned to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and fished out a thick glass jar, which she pressed into Lina’s hand. “I’ve got about two hundred ‘morning-after pills’ here. Just take one the next morning if he’s ejaculated inside you. Go ahead and let him come inside without a worry; that stuff works like a charm, and there is absolutely no chance of you getting pregnant.”

Lina examined the jar critically, weighed it in her hand, and then looked up. “Okay... so in the future, he won’t have to pull out beforehand and jerk off onto my thighs, right?” Lila nodded reassuringly. “Exactly, my girl. Just let him come deep inside you — who knows, with all those juices flowing, you might not even need to use your finger afterward.” She gave Lina a warm, knowing smile. “Besides, we’re all adults here, not babies. If a girl needs to use her finger to get the full experience, then so be it. Nobody in this house is ever left high and dry without an orgasm — you can count on that absolutely!”

And so, a sweet, intimate routine developed over the following days. Lina now came out to join them every afternoon and often sat in the water with them, though she always moved very cautiously and fearfully, as she could not swim and clung to Jack only in the shallows. Lila, however, adamantly insisted that, before anything else, they first enjoy a leisurely coffee with cake or torte in the cool shade of the plane trees — after all, that was how civilized people did things here in Vienna, no matter how uninhibited things might get later on.

Sheltered by the little witch’s cottage, Lina learned step by step how to fuck properly and without false shame — exactly as Mother Nature and the good Lord had intended from the start. Under Jack’s tireless, powerful thrusts, she was now reliably reaching orgasm almost every time. She quickly got the hang of it: while fucking, she would usually just keep her finger pressed steadily against her clit to build up arousal, and only when the inner wave broke would she rub herself like a possessed fury, driving toward the peak. Because she had rock-solid faith in the effectiveness of the "morning-after pill," she allowed Jack to penetrate her deeply every time and ejaculate right inside her at the precise moment of her highest ecstasy. "You come so much harder and hotter than he does," she would often whisper against his neck afterward, utterly exhausted yet filled with desire. "He only spurts a tiny bit, like a dog does pee-pee."

The young girl also quickly lost any fear regarding female intimacy. She was more than happy to let Lila lick her clit, closing her eyes and savoring the gentle, soft artistry of her older friend. Yet Lina didn’t want to merely receive — under Lila’s patient guidance, she soon began to practice eagerly herself, tasting the mature woman’s velvety clit and becoming determined to master this wonderful instrument of pleasure from the ground up.

Lila and Jack listened in silence as the sweetish smoke of the joint drifted lazily back and forth between them. Lina held the roach gently between two fingers, taking only the faintest of drags and savoring the unfamiliar sensation that was slowly making her feel a little drowsy, yet completely at ease. The familiar circle seemed to give her the courage to reveal another layer of her peculiar family history.

Lina’s Mom

“When I told Mama back then, she was deeply shocked at first,” Lina continued quietly, looking down at her bare knees. “She’d drilled it into me from a young age that I had to remain a virgin until marriage because that was the only way to please God. But when I confessed how it had gone down — and how he’d only ever focused on his own nut and just left me lying there — her expression changed. Of course, I didn’t tell her it was Papa; I’m not stupid. Suddenly, she nodded quite understandingly. And then... then she simply hiked up her skirt to give me a practical demonstration of how a girl jerks off herself.”

Lina paused briefly and took another gentle drag on the joint before passing it to Lila. “I whispered to her that I’d been doing it myself for ages anyway, but there was no stopping her demonstration. That was the day I saw her naked pussy for the very first time — and also the first time I watched another woman masturbate. Since then, she masturbates quite openly when we’re sitting alone in the kitchen — Papa really hates it when a girl, or especially his own wife, masturbates — she does it often right in front of my eyes, laughing. Mama said she likes doing it in front of someone; it gives her a huge kick!”

Lila took the joint, inhaled deeply, and exchanged a knowing, amused glance with Jack. “See? There you go, girl,” Lila murmured with a deep, knowing smile as she slowly exhaled the smoke. “So, in the end, your dear mother did teach you something sensible about life — fear of God notwithstanding. When all’s said and done, everyone’s just cooking with the same hot water, and no one wants to come up short.” Jack grinned silently and tightened his arm around Lina’s soft shoulder as the afternoon heat drifted sluggishly through the open windows of the little witch’s cottage.

The Fine Brothers

Lina, now completely buoyed by the floating, warm sensation of the weed, blurted out more intimate secrets in her uninhibited state. "A few months ago — maybe more than half a year ago — he even demanded that I let his brothers, Carl and Dave, fuck me too," she recounted, a sudden flare of genuine defiance in her voice. "But I put my foot down — firmly! What does he take me for? His own private little whore, or what? In the end, I only gave the brothers a handjob — first one, then the other, okay? — just to get them to finally leave me alone. But really... what was he thinking, letting me get passed around like a whore?!"

Lila shook her head vigorously at these words, her expression instantly turning serious and protective. "Exactly — well done, girl!" she affirmed, squeezing the younger woman's hand tightly. "The only things that really matter in this life are your own worth, your self-respect, and your dignity — no matter how much he might trample on them. Stay strong, for the sake of your own soul! Never let yourself be forced into anything you don't want to do of your own free will."

Jack nodded silently and lowered his head thoughtfully as he took a drag on his cigarette. A deep sense of revulsion rose within him. What incredible assholes there were out there — men who would so shamelessly try to exploit the good nature and inexperience of such a young girl! He was glad that Lina had found a safe place here with them, where she could discover pleasure entirely on her own terms and without any coercion. He gently pulled her a little closer and planted a soothing kiss on her forehead.

Lina felt emboldened. "For months, I’ve only been giving Carl and Dave handjobs — there’s no harm in that. Those scoundrels are always staring at my untouchable pussy; they’re too stingy to visit the gutter-slags. He’ll never forgive me for refusing to let his brothers fuck me, but I made my choice and I’m sticking to it, no matter how angry he gets. To hell with those horny brothers, really!" Lina said with genuine indignation. — "And why do you give them handjobs at all? Why don't you just chase them out of the temple!?" asked Lila.

Lina took a deep breath and tugged defiantly at her lower lip. "Because otherwise they’d blackmail me, Lila!" she blurted out, a mix of anger and resignation in her voice. "Every time I leave them empty-handed, they threaten to tell Mama what’s going on between Papa and me. Mama has no idea we’ve been at it for years — she still believes the fairy tale about the innocent virgin! If that came out, her whole world would fall apart. So I just give in to those two scumbags every now and then to keep their damn mouths shut. It’s like paying a ransom, you understand?"

Lila slammed her open palm against the mattress in anger, making the small glass pill jar rattle briefly. "Those wretched, blackmailing bastards!" she fumed, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Taking their own cowardice and greed out on you... that is the absolute worst! But you’re completely right, Lina: never, under any circumstances, let them go all the way inside your pussy. The hand is the line you draw, and those bastards damn well have to stop there."

Jack felt his stomach turn at this revelation. The thought of this young girl being besieged and emotionally cornered by a whole clan of brothers left him stunned. He rubbed her back with firm, soothing pressure. "If any of them ever gets too close or actually fucks you against your will, Lina, you tell me," he said, his voice unusually hard and dark. "I’ll go over there and smash their faces in — you can count on that." Lina looked up at him, and in her eyes, alongside tears of emotion, shimmered a deep sense of relief — the feeling of having genuine protectors by her side for the first time in her life.

Lina looked up at him, an honest, almost liberated smile on her lips. “Thanks, Jack — you really mean well. And yes, I’ll undoubtedly enjoy it when you eventually smash those guys’ faces in.”

Then she leaned back slightly and reflected for a moment, wanting to answer Lila’s question with full depth. The joint had loosened her tongue, and the truth flowed easily from her lips, free of false shame. “Why do I give the guys handjobs? Well, there’s the blackmail aspect, sure. But there’s something else, too — something I only realized over time. I feel something while doing it... a kind of power over them.”

She glanced back and forth between Lila and Jack, her eyes gleaming in the dim late-afternoon light. “Yes, a kind of power over those wretched cocks. And thirdly... it just looks hot when they cum in my fist, shooting out like fountains. I have to admit it — it’s true. Seeing those fountains with my own eyes, watching them tremble with lust, beg, and completely lose control — it gives me a massive rush, Lila!”

Lila let out a throaty, genuine laugh and clapped her hands in sheer delight. “There you have it!” she exclaimed, casting a sparkling, respectful look at Lina. “Sweet, seemingly innocent Lina has a devilish streak! And you know what, girl? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Let them shoot their loads in high arcs and fountains! It’s an intoxicating feeling to reduce those arrogant guys to their most primal urges and watch them turn into begging little puppies in your hand. That kind of power is a hell of an aphrodisiac. You simply take what you enjoy and let them believe they’ve won.”

Jack listened, fascinated. This unexpected, unsparing confession suddenly revealed a whole new, dark, and immensely arousing facet of the young girl. She was not merely the defenseless victim of her circumstances; instead, she was beginning to grasp her own sexual power — and to revel in it in her own way. The vivid image of her handling the two guys with her small, delicate hand and delighting in their hot spurts made the blood in his own veins instantly run hotter.

He stroked her bare thigh gently, yet with a hint of newfound respect. "A hell of a kick, then," he rumbled approvingly, while his cock — which had only been half-dormant anyway — instantly began to throb and harden again. "So you turned a damn necessity into a real virtue, huh? A pretty hot, squirting kind of virtue, at that."

Lina absently stroked his cock, feeling the throbbing of the hardening flesh beneath her fingers, and took another gentle drag on her joint. Smoke swirled around her as she gazed at Jack with wide, thoughtful eyes.

Is she forcing him?

"Can I ask you something personal?" she whispered softly, passing the joint to Lila. "Do you fuck Irene because you want to... or does she force you into it somehow?"

Jack paused for a moment, then broke into a grin that stretched from ear to ear. A hearty laugh escaped his throat. "Well, first off: never in my entire life has a girl or a woman forced me to fuck," he stated with amused certainty. "No, I do that all on my own. First, because my cock and I are damn good friends who wholeheartedly enjoy this fun together — and second, because I’m just a filthy, dirty pig, truly!"

Lila snorted loudly and nearly choked on the sacred smoke as she grinned and nudged him in the ribs. "We’ve known that for ages, you big stud!" she laughed, soothingly stroking Lina’s shoulder. “A man with an appetite like that doesn’t need any coercion; he seeks out his nourishment quite willingly.” Jack’s honest, lighthearted answer seemed to visibly put Lina at ease; she snuggled closer to his side, relishing the feeling of being in a circle where desire was not a tool of pressure, but pure, unadulterated joy.

Jack continued with a grin, staring at the ceiling and savoring old memories. “Of course, Irene noticed right from the start how I’d ogle the tight asses of her dear friends. She’s got eyes in her head, after all. And what does she do? Sometimes she’d just bring one friend or another over for coffee — all very innocent, wearing a lovely summer dress, no ulterior motives, naturally. Then she’d settle back comfortably in her armchair and watch with amusement as I thoroughly banged the high-class babe in question — just as it ought to be done. And let me tell you: not one of them ever put up even the slightest protest or complained afterward. How could they? They were all sick — sick to death — of the boring, bland monotony of their married lives back home!”

Lila giggled loudly, and, caught up in the floating high and the relaxed atmosphere, Lina joined in the giggling too. “That Irene... she really has no fear of God or respect for patriotic duty — by God, she doesn’t!” Lila exclaimed with amusement, shaking her head. “She’s quite the naughty one, our dear Irene — don’t you think so, Jack?”

Jack nodded with a grin as he stubbed out the last of his cigarette in the ashtray. “Yeah, maybe a little bit — you’re probably right about that. But fear of God and honor for the fatherland... aren’t you aiming a bit too high with those big words, dear Lila?” he teased, grinning broadly and raising his eyebrows.

Lila just gave a short laugh and brushed the idea aside, as if such lofty concepts carried little weight in the stuffy, joint-hazed air of the little witch’s cottage. “Oh, let it go, Jack,” she said with a smile, flicking the ash from her joint. “Words are like smoke — they rise up, dance a little, and in the end, simply vanish into thin air. What matters is what we have in here, not the grand speeches being spouted out there in the world.”

She stretched out luxuriously, her limbs heavy and relaxed, and looked at Lina, who was hanging on her every word with wide, inquisitive eyes. “We’re our own world here, Jack. And in this world, we’re enough for each other.”

Jack dropped the subject, for she was right — philosophical discussions were a waste of time in this weather and with this mood anyway. He felt the weed’s high drawing him even deeper into the moment. He watched as Lina sat up slightly; her movements were still somewhat shy, yet growing more confident by the day. She brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and glanced over at him, her gaze a mix of admiration and childlike curiosity. It was obvious that she felt safe in this environment, far removed from the moral constraints of her home. Jack moved closer to her, draped his arm around her shoulders, and savored the proximity of the two women — one so experienced and self-assured, the other so new and full of undiscovered potential.

His 18th Birthday

One morning — it was a rainy summer day — Lila asked if it was true that his grandpa had given him the student apartment for his eighteenth birthday.

Jack nodded. "Yes, Lila. Grandpa — always cheerful and full of effervescent zest for life — used to drop by quite often after Grandma died, to weep against Irene’s lovely bosom and let her comfort and soothe him. We were sitting there with coffee, cake, and whipped cream when Grandpa planted a kiss on the crown of my head and wished me the best for my eighteenth birthday. 'Today is the day you learn everything; a man needs to know where he comes from and where he’s going. So listen. Irene and I have been fucking since she was fifteen — for years, timelessly, you might say. I got her pregnant, and she had you. So I’m her man, your Papa, and your grandpa all rolled into one, mind you. So show us both some respect — Papa and Grandpa!' he joked. Irene sat there stiff as a board, staring fixedly at the cake. I was stunned and needed a moment to collect myself, so I stood up and fetched the old French cognac and three small glasses from the sideboard. We raised our glasses, and I looked into Irene’s eyes. She lowered her gaze — yes, it was true, and Grandpa still dropped by now and then to have his grief soothed. Now it was out in the open; the secret was gone. Up until then, I’d never pressured Irene, even though the question of my father had always nagged at me. Then I kissed her on the lips. And ever since, I’ve been living in my student digs — though it’s a one-and-a-half-room den of kinky lust, mind you."

Jack continued his story. It was late afternoon on my birthday at my grandfather’s stately home when he asked Jack to join him in his study. The room smelled of heavy oak, old tobacco, and fine leather. Grandpa sat in his massive wingback chair, with an opened bottle of premium cognac and two crystal glasses on the side table before him. He studied his grandson with a look that held a rare blend of the wisdom of age and a mischievous glint.

“Sit down, Jack,” the old man said in his deep, slightly gravelly voice, gesturing to the empty chair opposite him. He filled the glasses, swirled the golden-brown liquid briefly, and handed one to Jack. “It’s time we had a frank, no-nonsense talk — time I laid it all out for you plainly.”

Irene had entered quietly and noiselessly, taking a seat on the servant’s chair in the farthest corner without Grandpa noticing her presence. Jack accepted the glass, not yet fully grasping where this was heading, and nodded expectantly. Grandpa took a hearty swig, leaned back, and fixed his gaze on him. “You might think us old folks don’t notice anything anymore. But in my youth, I was no better than you. I know exactly what kind of restless, horny dog ​​you are, my boy. You check out every skirt and take whatever you can get. And you know what? I don’t blame you one bit. Quite the opposite.”

A broad, knowing grin stole across the grandfather’s wrinkled face. “Life is too short to waste on false morality and uptight chastity. As long as the women are willing and having fun, you should enjoy life to the fullest. And so that you aren’t constantly under scrutiny — or forced to hang around seedy hourly hotels — during your... let’s call them ‘academic and private studies’ in the city, I have a little gift for you.”

Grandpa reached into his waistcoat pocket, pulled out a heavy, old-fashioned keyring, and dropped it onto the table with a metallic clatter. “Here. This is the key to the small apartment downtown. It belongs to me. Officially, it’s your student pad — somewhere quiet for you to study for your doctorate. Unofficially... well, let’s just say it’s your private love nest. Set it up however you like. Screw whoever you want, as often as you want; throw parties, let loose — but keep the damn place clean and don’t cause any trouble I have to deal with later.”

Jack stared at the keys in disbelief, then looked up at his grandfather. A grin as wide as the old man’s spread across his face. “Grandpa... I... I don’t know what to say. That’s... awesome, genious.”

“Don’t say a word, my boy — just finish your drink,” the grandfather laughed heartily, raising his glass to toast Jack. “Make the most of your youth while the sap is still flowing strong! Here’s to your studies — and to the women who’ll be part of them!”

Grandpa took another deep swallow of cognac, let it linger on his tongue, and fixed Jack with a look that positively sparkled with memories of sin. “And since we’re being completely open here, my boy, let me tell you exactly why I know you’re in the very best of hands with Irene.”

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial, gravelly whisper. “That magnificent woman... I had her back when she was in her absolute prime — fourteen or fifteen — when she was young, firm, and insatiably horny. For years, I fucked her thoroughly and with the utmost pleasure — oh, man! We made use of every spare moment — on this sofa, in that student digs, wherever the chance arose. Even back then, she was a wild, voracious, and truly sweet little vixen who could never get enough.”

The old man chuckled and stroked his chin. “We went at it until the juices were flying — recklessly, without a care in the world — until, in the end, she got pregnant by me. Yes, that’s how it was back then! A direct hit born of our wild, unbridled desire. Things naturally quieted down once you came along, of course, but you never forget the fire of love from those days. So, my boy: the flesh is weak, but the pleasure is eternal. Stick with Irene; she knows exactly how to make a man happy, and she knows all the dirty tricks inside out!”

For a moment, Jack sat there thunderstruck, his glass frozen halfway to his lips as his grandfather’s spicy revelation exploded in his mind. Then, however, he burst into loud, incredulous laughter and clinked glasses with the old man. What an incredible family story!

Grandpa leans a little further forward, his eyes narrowed and glistening with a mixture of deep emotion and undiminished, ageless lust. He places his heavy hand on Jack’s knee and lowers his voice even further. “You know, my boy... ever since your grandma died and left me here alone in this big house, the loneliness sometimes becomes crushing. In moments like that, I go visit Irene more often. She opens the door, sees exactly what I’m feeling, and simply holds me in her arms without a word.”

A deep, rough sigh escapes the old man’s chest as he visibly immerses himself in the intimate memory. “You see, I loved Amalia — your grandma was my half-sister, and we grew up together in the big children’s room, the two of us, those sly little rascals. Everyone saw two beds in the room and nodded with satisfaction, but we clever little devils took turns sleeping in one bed and then the other. Yes, that’s how it went.

So Irene pulls down her dress, and I get to rest my whole weary face against her magnificent bosom. She simply holds me pressed against her heaving breasts, rocks me, and lets me sob until the initial pain has faded. And then... then she doesn’t hesitate for long. With her warm, experienced hands, she grabs my old cock, brings it back to life, gives me a quick jerk-off, and rams it deep into her wet, hot cunt. And all of that, Jack, just to comfort me, to breathe life back into me! When I’m inside her, and she moans, and I feel how good that flesh still feels after all these decades — well, for a moment, I forget about old age and death.”

Grandpa slapped Jack enthusiastically on the thigh and downed his glass of cognac in one gulp. “Irene is a hell of a woman, I tell you! A woman with a huge heart and — goddammit — the best cunt in the whole city. So don’t you go taking her away from me; we’ll share her like brothers, the way real men do!”

Jack glanced briefly back at Irene, who was sitting quietly and listening. He swallowed hard as the image of his grandpa lying against Irene’s magnificent breasts rose up in his mind’s eye. It was exhilarating, absolutely absurd, and at the same time possessed such a wonderfully unvarnished, life-affirming audacity that he had no choice but to burst out laughing again. He raised his glass and offered a respectful toast to the old warhorse. “To Irene, Grandpa. To you, to Irene, and to my filthy student pad!”

Jack rested Lila’s head against his shoulder and lightly stroked her breasts and her peaked nipples. "Grandpa is a truly noble man, Lila. And I’m glad he still finds pleasure in Irene’s pussy, even though he was so devoted to his Amalia. I hope he lives to a ripe old age and dies right on her bosom, after one last, wonderfully horny climax." Lila took his hand and kissed his fingertips. "You have a lot of that gentlemanly quality in your character, my boy. I didn't know much about this triangle — Grandpa, your mother, and you — until now. But I admire your family history, Jack. And I really don't give a shit about the word 'incest,' as you well know."

End of the Holidays

The carefree days of vacation in the Vienna Woods were drawing to an inevitable close, and the oppressive summer heat was gradually giving way to the cooler evening air of late summer. As they lay together comfortably on the bed one last time, Lila turned toward him and looked at him with a knowing, slightly provocative smile. "Tell me, Jack... could I come visit you at your pleasure den in Vienna sometime, if my pussy starts itching like crazy again in the middle of everyday life?"

Jack immediately grinned from ear to ear and leaned his head back in a relaxed manner. “Of course, dear Lila — anytime! Just give me a call beforehand so I’m sure to be around. There is one thing I need to tell you first, though, just so you know: Monika is living with me at the moment. We’re both up to our necks in work, writing our doctoral theses — I’m working on Wernher von Braun, and she’s researching Saint Carmen of Toledo. Yes, things have gotten pretty serious with Monika, and it’s going really well. We’re both quite kinky — the good Lord arranged that rather nicely. Respectable, yet kinky. And we have an absolutely open relationship; we each have our little flings on the side, and it actually works out great.”

He paused briefly, smiled at the memory, and added, “Monika even spent five weeks straight with Irene once — completely lost in a whirlwind of sensory ecstasy and having her clit licked. The two of them were inseparable. So yes, don’t give it another thought: definitely come by and let me give you a really good time again, my dear Lila!”

Lila’s eyes lit up with amusement at the prospect, and she nodded contentedly, while Lina — lying beside her — listened intently. She secretly resolved to visit Jack in his wicked love den as well. The promise of continuing this wild freedom in the city hung in the air like a sweet secret, while outside, the crickets began to chirp, caught up in their own amorous frenzy.

The Last Arrow in the Quiver

Lila grinned mischievously; she had one very last arrow ready in her seemingly inexhaustible quiver of desire. She leaned forward slightly and whispered to him, her eyes shining: "You know, Jack... if you could give me a hand with the technical side of transferring the files... I’ve still got thousands of professional nude photos from my younger days saved on my laptop — shots taken by a photographer. Plus, a few hundred uncut, raw videos straight from the porn studio back then. If you like, you can have them and get off on them with Monika whenever you two are feeling horny amidst all those doctoral theses. I don’t even like looking at them anymore — my skin was flawless and dewy back then, and my pussy was the best-groomed and best-toned in the entire Empire. — It includes all the nude photos and the masturbation videos Papa took of me; he shot the first nudes when I was nine, and I was ten or eleven for the first masturbation video. He never filmed the actual fucking, though — the rascal — just Mama and me masturbating. Mom’s masturbation videos are in there too — the whole collection. It started when she was nineteen, right after they got married, and went on until quite recently. He only lets her masturbate if he’s filming her." She smiled; did he even want all this stuff?

Jack certainly did want to! At the prospect, his heart instantly began to race, and the mere thought of that untapped archive sent his curiosity soaring. "You bet I do!" he replied with a grin.

No sooner said than done. Fifteen minutes later, they set to work on the old laptop. Thanks to Jack’s technical savvy, he transferred the massive volume of data without a hitch and organized the files on his own laptop. He could hardly contain his amazement at the sight of the first high-resolution clips and the razor-sharp images from Lila’s wilder days; his pulse was pounding in his throat. She had been a truly beautiful young girl! After all, Lila had been a nude model and a porn star long before he was even born. Yet he strictly adhered to the code of honor, giving Lila his solemn word that he would treat these racy treasures with absolute confidentiality: he swore faithfully never to pass the data on to third parties — with perhaps one small exception: Monika. For if anyone appreciated that kind of aesthetic, it was his equally kinky doctoral student back home — no one else.

Jack said goodbye to Lila with a long, deep, tongue-filled kiss; he had grown truly fond of her during this brief, intense time. They exchanged one last, meaningful look that required no words — both knew this wasn't a final farewell.

The Journey Home

As he finally packed his things and got dressed, a strange, almost unpleasant feeling washed over him. After two weeks of carefree, joyful nudity in the Vienna Woods, the idea of ​​wearing ordinary clothes against his skin again felt almost like an imposition; the fabric felt alien and constricting.

Outside the little witch’s cottage, his old Mercedes sputtered briefly just once before the engine purred to life. Jack shifted into gear and drove off. The drive home flew by, filled with all the wonderful, heated memories of the past few days — of the cool pond water and the women’s carefree laughter.

When he finally unlocked the apartment door at home, that familiar, sinful atmosphere greeted him immediately. As always, Irene was ready for anything: she was waiting for him stark naked, stretched out on the large bed’s spotless white sheets, a knowing, provocative smile playing on her lips. Jack didn't waste a moment. He stripped off his bothersome clothes in record time and quickly joined her in bed, ready to pick up right where the summer’s pleasures had left off.

Mama’s Got Her Jack Back

No sooner had Jack cast off the clothes he’d worn for the journey than he felt the cool, smooth sheets beneath him and the familiar heat of Irene’s skin. She had clearly been longing for his return and wasted no time on lengthy greetings. Her lips found his in a hungry, demanding kiss that tasted even more intense than the memory of the summer breeze at the little cottage in the woods.

“You still smell of sun, forest, and... other women,” Irene murmured against his lips with a deep, almost predatory smile, her hands wandering purposefully up his thighs. Her grip was firm, and she could tell right away that Jack didn't need a moment’s rest despite the long drive. His cock was already rock-hard, standing proud and pulsing with heat.

“I told you I’m an incorrigible pig,” Jack whispered back, grabbing her by the hips and turning her beneath him in one fluid motion. "You were absolutely right, Irene. Lila is a real hot number — God help us! And then little Lina Wawranek joined us for a threesome — truly exquisite!" Irene moaned softly, threw her head back against the pillows, and willingly spread her legs. Her pussy was already completely wet and hot, ready to take him fully inside her again after their days apart.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jack thrust deep inside her in one powerful, sweeping motion. Irene wrapped her legs tightly around his hips to feel him even deeper as he settled into a steady, hard rhythm. It was different from his time with young Lina — here, pure, seasoned passion was at play; they were a perfectly synchronized team that knew exactly how to drive each other to the brink of madness. As Jack rode her with tireless stamina, Irene’s hand wandered instinctively to her own sex; her fingers rubbed rhythmically and skillfully against her clit, perfectly timed to each of his thrusts.

“Cum inside me, Jack... just like with the girls in the Wienerwald... give me everything!” she gasped as the climax began to wash over her like a wave. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock. That was the signal for Jack: with a few final, wild thrusts, he plunged into the heat of the moment with her. He groaned aloud and shot his hot seed in thick, powerful spurts deep into her pulsating core, while Irene, trembling beneath him, surrendered to her orgasm.

Afterwards, they lay on the sweat-drenched sheets, breathing heavily and wrapped tightly in each other’s arms. Irene tenderly ran her fingers through his hair and whispered into his ear, “Welcome home, my tiger. The city has got you back.”

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(Created with light AI assistance from Gemini.)