Fateful encounter

 The years in Ireland passed and time didn’t stand still for Debby, my beloved wife, for Mom (Debby’s mother) and our twin girls Florence and Jennifer. Debby, Mom and I have had an extremely intimate relationship since my youth - some of which I spent as a language student and as a professional football student in the house of Debby's family - which was cultivated in all its variations. After I had to end my active career after a serious injury, I became a coach and settled in Ireland with my girls. I bought a comparatively huge property in the southwest of the Emerald Isle, where Mom took over the job of caretaker over time. At the same time she was the kind and at the same time strict surrogate mother for Florence and Jennifer, who developed splendidly. By the way, we had twins again, this time a couple, Kyle and Dorothy. From the O'Learys who had sold us the property, we got a husky puppy when we moved in, which - now fully grown - carefully guarded our domicile. Debby had later returned to her job as a nurse, and I had meanwhile taken over the coaching position at a club in the south of the country.
Mom withdrew more and more from our "debauchery". In the end she didn't even care when Debby and I screwed our eyes out of our heads in the bedroom. She stiffened when I wanted to kiss her in greeting in the evening; one day she slapped me just millimeters as I ran my hand down her thigh. One morning, when the twins had been picked up from the school bus and I still had some time before the drive to training, I confronted Mom. That means, I sent Debby, because I didn't feel like wearing a real muzzle, and from woman to woman ...
Anyway, it took longer, and when I got home that evening, Mom wasn't there. Debby told me that Mom got a letter from Dad a few weeks ago. In it he announced that Debby's brother Brian had contacted me again after almost 15 years. He had served three years in the army and was now running the pub with Dad. In the meantime Brian had told Dad his stories from Africa, among other places, and suggested that Dad buy a farm there with him. That meant the pub was up for sale, and Mom was dying to keep it, but she'd have to buy his stake from Dad. Of course, that was in all of us, so Debby anticipated my decision and decimated our iron reserve a bit. Armed with a check, Mom drove straight to Kerry Airport and flown to England. Mom actually didn't come back. In retrospect, however, I am pretty sure that she was having increasing problems with her age and that she believed that she could no longer “keep up” with us.
One day - in Ireland the holidays were about to start, the football season was also over - we were looking forward to our vacation. The O'Learys lived - still in the best of health - in a senior citizens' home in the district town and accepted with great joy the task of taking care of everything during our absence. Preparations for our flight to Mallorca were in full swing when the president of my club called. With immediate effect, he officially appointed me manager in addition to my coaching role. He no longer feels fit enough for this task, which he had previously performed himself. It was actually a matter of form, because unofficially, I didn't do anything else from the start. Under other circumstances I would have been so happy but I should have sent my family to the first week of vacation alone. Debby reassured me by pointing out that she and the children wouldn’t get bored, because we wanted to meet my best friend Peter and his family in Mallorca anyway, and his wife Siggi would surely help her with the two youngest children.
So I took my family to the airport and made a list of things to do in a week. I made contact with the two new players who had to be signed and they really wanted to join us. I immediately made appointments with their advisors and had the contracts signed and sealed two days later. Finding wealthy sponsors was more difficult. The first thing that came to mind, of course, was Ireland's two best-known breweries, and surprisingly, I reached a bargaining deal with one of them. The amount they wanted to make available to us exceeded my expectations, so that theoretically I could have followed my family straight away. If only I had ...
I finished everything on the evening of the fourth day and faxed all the documents to my president in advance and put the originals in an envelope that I posted at the post office. I didn't want to do the return trip of almost 200 km across the island that day and decided to relax for a day or two for myself. I drove a little further south to the coast and found a cute cottage in a sleepy nest near the cliff, the owners of which offered "Bed & Breakfast", rooms with breakfast for those passing through. I checked in and called Debby from the lobby to let her know, and since it was early afternoon I went for a walk. The owners of the cottage advised me to go to the pub for dinner in the nearby village, which I did. It was about half an hour's walk, and after about half of the way I realized someone was following me and stopped. It was a woman, wrapped up in a scarf and hooded jacket because of the rainy weather. She was a good head shorter than me, and a pair of cute eyes peeked out from behind a pair of glasses from the hustle and bustle of clothes.

She stopped in front of me and asked: “Would you like to go out to eat in the pub too?”
I said yes and was already happy that I had a little company. Suddenly I stopped: she had spoken German!
"How do you know that I speak German?" I asked, amazed. I could tell from the position of her eyes that she was grinning, and she replied: “I involuntarily noticed earlier in the cottage when you were talking on the phone in German. So I thought that maybe we should spend the evening together! "
Now that wasn't exactly what I wanted, but I didn't mean to appear rude. She hooked up with me and chatted the rest of the way. She spoke with a slightly hard accent, which I wanted to inquire about. When I arrived at the pub, I was able to take a look at my company: medium-blonde to brunette hair, which hung with a beautiful wave down to the nape of the neck; The scarf and hooded jacket concealed a comparatively delicate figure that was clad in blue jeans and hiking boots further down. Her glasses emphasized the mischievous look from wide-awake eyes, with which she seemed to be constantly looking at me. We ordered a “chicken basket”, chicken in a basket, and the landlord served us a kind of bread basket full of chicken legs in addition to a hearty Guinness. We talked and joked, and some Guinness was still ordered. We moved closer and closer together and talked, and talked ... I found out from her that she was a little younger than me, divorced, that she also had a son who gave her a lot of fun in school and At the moment she was with dad, so she could go on vacation for a few days.
“Vacation in this godforsaken area?” I laughed, already feeling the effects of the Irish beer.
"Live on a rainy island?" She replied, throwing her head back cheekily.
"How do you know? I haven't told you that yet! ”I shouted.
“I have a son and he's an ardent fan of your last club. Just a few days ago he showed me your picture. Although it must have been a few years ago, I recognized you straight away! ”
“ You have such a cute accent! Where are you from? ”I asked and found out that she was from Russia, but had lived in Germany for many years. Her name was Lara.

At some point on the way back the thoughts started to go crazy in my head. I literally saw the angel and the devil sitting on my shoulders. They didn't speak yet, but I could sense that they were preparing for battle. I suddenly asked myself, “Man, what's going on here?”
I hadn't felt this comfortable in ages. Here someone was talking to me in a way I had never seen before: without hesitation, without reservations, with a strange familiarity, as if we'd known each other for years, and more than that ... I caught myself doing it how I told her the most intimate details from my youth and the time so far with Debby and Mom without feeling ashamed or feeling bad.
Not only had we hooked our arms long ago, but we were walking along the deadly quiet country road in a tight hug. We stopped only about 100 yards from the cottage and looked at each other. We knew very well that we could not go back, although the cottage had not yet been reached. What we sank into in the next instant was not a kiss, but a logical consequence. Who gave himself up to whom, who demanded the touch, who drew the other to him? We were so indifferent to all of this, and so none of us would be able to follow the way from the street to her room the next morning. When I closed the door of my room behind us, I first tossed my quilted jacket in the corner and stopped it while I tried to undress. I longed for to reveal the last secrets herself and gently pulled the hooded jacket from her shoulders. Underneath she wore a skin-tight sweater, which I also pushed over her head with great feeling. She helped me by raising her arms and then crossing them behind my head. I pulled her gently towards me and she offered my lips to kiss. Our lips met and our tongues began an infinitely tender game. Then she turns her back on me again. Unfastening the bra she was wearing was easy, and she lowered her arms to let it slide to the floor. She had beautifully shaped breasts that fit exactly in my hands. I gave her a gentle squeeze and lightly pinched her nipples, which were about to harden. I opened the first buttons on her jeans and pulled into her panties, which was already quite damp in the crotch. My fingers slipped into her shell and played with the boldly peeking bud. Her breathing quickened, she turned back to me, and her hands slid down my sides to work on my belt buckle. This was quickly open, as well as the trouser button and the zipper. The pants slid to the floor, and her knowledgeable hands felt the huge bulge in my crotch. Our lips parted and she stared into my eyes with veiled eyes as she slipped into my panties and cupped my shaft with both hands. She massaged my dick and the sack with brisk movements and pushed her tongue into my mouth again. Then she crouched down and pulled my panties down and freed me from all of the undergarments. My giver of joy was right in front of her face. She seemed mesmerized by it, she stared at it so spellbound. She took it again, pulled the foreskin back slowly and with the thumb of her other hand distributed the first droplet of joy that had appeared at the tip. Her mouth approached the glans, which was stretched to bursting, the tip of her tongue felt the opening and penetrated easily. She lightly squeezed my sack of bulging eggs, and suddenly she put her mouth over the top with her narrow lips. I inhaled sharply and began with instinctive thrusting movements, which she skilfully incorporated into her rhythm. Just as I slowly put it in my mouth My giver of joy was right in front of her face. She seemed mesmerized by it, she stared at it so spellbound. She took it again, pulled the foreskin back slowly and with the thumb of her other hand distributed the first droplet of joy that had appeared at the tip. Her mouth approached the glans, which was stretched to bursting, the tip of her tongue felt the opening and penetrated easily. She lightly squeezed my sack of bulging eggs, and suddenly she put her mouth over the top with her narrow lips. I inhaled sharply and began with instinctive thrusting movements, which she skilfully incorporated into her rhythm. Just as I slowly put it in my mouth My giver of joy was right in front of her face. She seemed mesmerized by it, she stared at it so spellbound. She grabbed it again, pulled the foreskin back slowly, and with the thumb of her other hand distributed the first droplet of joy that had appeared at the tip. Her mouth approached the glans, which was stretched to bursting, the tip of her tongue felt the opening and penetrated easily. She lightly squeezed my sack of bulging eggs, and suddenly she put her mouth over the top with her narrow lips. I inhaled sharply and began with instinctive thrusting movements, which she skilfully incorporated into her rhythm. Just as I slowly put it in my mouth slowly withdrew the foreskin and with the thumb of the other hand distributed the first droplet of joy that had appeared at the tip. Her mouth approached the glans, which was stretched to bursting, the tip of her tongue felt the opening and penetrated easily. She lightly squeezed my sack of bulging eggs, and suddenly she put her mouth over the top with her narrow lips. I inhaled sharply and began with instinctive thrusting movements, which she skilfully incorporated into her rhythm. Just as I slowly put it in my mouth slowly withdrew the foreskin and with the thumb of the other hand distributed the first droplet of joy that had appeared at the tip. Her mouth approached the glans, which was stretched to bursting, the tip of her tongue felt the opening and penetrated easily. She lightly squeezed my sack of bulging eggs, and suddenly she put her mouth over the top with her narrow lips. I inhaled sharply and began with instinctive thrusting movements, which she skilfully incorporated into her rhythm. Just as I slowly put it in my mouth and suddenly she pulled her mouth over the tip with her thin lips. I inhaled sharply and began with instinctive thrusting movements, which she skilfully incorporated into her rhythm. Just as I slowly put it in my mouth and suddenly she pulled her mouth over the tip with her thin lips. I inhaled sharply and began with instinctive thrusting movements, which she skilfully incorporated into her rhythm. Just as I slowly put it in my mouth***** , so she lowered her head up and down. I could already feel how it began to boil in my abdomen, then she stopped her game and straightened up again. I took off the rest of my clothes, but she pointed me to the armchair across from the bed. She only wore her jeans and boots, but she made an absolutely hot strip out of taking these off as well. When she was done, she walked slowly to the bed and knelt on it. She showed me the other side of her and ran her hand between her legs. I sat on the armchair and massaged my club as hard as a stick, making sure that I didn't come too early. She pulled her labia apart, facing me, and showed me the rosy, shimmering wet column that was so ready for me.
But I had other thoughts that she seemed to be guessing. "Come on," she whispered, and lay down on her back, knees bent and spread wide. I had to taste this delicious fruit and knelt on the bed in front of her. I gently ran my fingertips from her cuffs up her calves, along the inside of her thighs, until my hands had reached her sparkling clean shaved pleasure center. With my thumbs I pulled her labia apart again, and with my index fingers I teased her already fully extended clit. She reared up and groaned: "Do something, don't torment me!"
I smiled and lowered my face to her overflowing sex. The tip of my tongue gently touched her clit, and again she gasped loudly. Then I jerked my tongue repeatedly through the delicious fruit, from the anus up to the clitoris, which I now pulled between my lips and licked. With two fingers of my right hand I had already disappeared into her swollen shell, while I spread her lust juices on her back entrance with the index and middle fingers of my left hand. Her gasp rose to sharp screams as I entered her darkroom with the middle finger of my left hand and at the same time let my tongue dance on her clit. Suddenly she reared up and screamed out her lust to stretch out after a desperate whimper. But I didn't leave her alone because I knew that I needed my first relaxation in order to be able to hold out longer afterwards. I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, put her legs on my shoulders and shoved my prick into the slimy tomb. She gurgled with pleasure and wrapped her arms around her thighs to put them on even more and let me penetrate even deeper. Then I started thrusting, but not wildly and impetuously, although I could hardly waitfrom ******** . I pulled it out very slowly up to the glans and then with a short jerk sank it back into its grotto. She moaned, screamed and moaned and bucked at me, finally all restraint no longer used. I shouted: "NOW!" And wanted to flow into her, but she pulled away from me in a flash and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she grabbed my penis and started rubbing it, blowing it by all means. When she felt it start to twitch, she took it out of her mouth and rubbed it faster and faster. Finally a middle volcano made its way, and I ******* ea huge load of cream on her breasts and stomach. When the current stopped, she pulled it again between her lips to squeeze out the last drop and ***** it nice and clean .
When we were lying next to each other, completely exhausted, I felt a tremor in my body that I had never known before. I experienced a whirlwind of emotion, and the angel and devil on my shoulders began to drive their comments into my ears.
"What are you doing? Think of ... “the angel pleaded.
“Finish what you started. She's ready next to you! ”Interrupted the devil.
"What is happening here?" I kept asking myself. Are these remorse that I have here? Debby and I had an exemplary open relationship from the start, and I could barely count the women I had had. Debby didn’t let herself be asked for long if she liked a guy, sucked his dick or liked to be pounded by every trick in the book. We also told each other about our adventures, and until recently, that was the case with Mom, who had suddenly given up our love triangle.
But I was absolutely certain of this that Debby would never find out. That was different.
I looked to the side and saw Lara directly in her eyes, who were studying me.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked the inevitable question that no woman can ignore at this moment.
"Nothing ..." I replied just as stereotypically as millions of other men after sex.
When she tried to inquire, I pulled her over to me instead, took her tenderly in my arms, and kissed her passionately. Our tongues played with each other and I felt how she relaxed again under my caresses. I stroked her as gently as I could and made her purr like a cat. My hand kneaded her buttocks and drove between her thighs, which she willingly opened for me. I let two fingers of my hand slide into her still dripping cave and massaged her swollen labia. She released our kiss and turned her head down, where my stick-stiff tail stretched its tip towards her again. She slid down on me and swung her abdomen over my face at the same time, so that we found ourselves in the 69 position.*****n. In the meantime she had grasped my cock with both hands and pulled the foreskin down. Her greedy mouth was halfway around my cock, and her tongue danced with insane speed around my cocked glans. Her head rose and fell in an even rhythm, but I could still hold back. When I very carefully pulled my tongue through the furrow for the first time, she interrupted her brass concert for a moment to let out a long sigh. The faster she continued her tongue play and now also began to suck my part vigorously. I let the tip of my tongue play with her clitoris and took turns pulling her labia into my mouth. She moaned and gasped while blowing, suddenly she cramped and released my prick from her mouth, at the same time she let out a sharp scream and let another gush of her juices trickle down my face. She slid down on my stomach and gasped for air, immediately I knelt behind her, spread her thighs and thrust my penis deep into her pussy. With a smack, my tail sank into her genitals, and I immediately began to thrust her forcefully. She lowered her torso even lower to let me penetrate deeper. She pushed against me and cheered me on: “Strike! Yes! Deeper! Tiiieefer! Yes!!!" With a smack, my tail sank into her genitals, and I immediately began to thrust her forcefully. She lowered her torso even lower to let me penetrate deeper. She pushed against me and cheered me on: “Strike! Yes! Deeper! Tiiieefer! Yes!!!" With a smack, my tail sank into her genitals, and I immediately began to thrust her forcefully. She lowered her torso even lower to let me penetrate deeper. She pushed against me and cheered me on: “Strike! Yes! Deeper! Tiiieefer! Yes!!!"
She reared up and came back. Again and again I pushed and slowly felt how my discharge was announced. I can hardly remember ever having had such an exit. My cream ******* not just simply in her shell, my orgasm almost robbed me of my senses. I never stopped coming, that's what it felt like. Her vaginal muscles clasped my joy donor and milked him until no more drops wanted to come. After this wonderful climax we experienced together, we just fell apart and lay breathlessly next to each other.
I must have nodded off for a moment, and when I came to, she wasn't lying next to me. I heard the shower go next door and crept down the hall to the bathroom. The door wasn't locked, and I actually saw its outline behind the shower curtain. She was shocked when I pulled the curtain aside and smiled tenderly at me when I walked over to her. The warm water had a beneficial effect on my heated body, and we lathered each other. Everyone can imagine that our lower regions were worked on particularly intensively by the other. I devoted myself to her sweet breasts with particular gentleness, which again made her purr. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed my caresses and at the same time lathered my penis and testicles, hitting every square millimeter with dreamlike thoroughness and security. She explored the area more than put any significant pressure behind what she was doing. That made me so horny again that my cock was soon ready for use again. I carefully rinsed both of us off and we each took a towel and rubbed each other off again.
With shaky knees we went back to my room and lay down on the bed. We both shivered a little, so we pulled the covers over our exhausted bodies and fell asleep.
When I woke up, the sun was already shining through the window. With a pleasant grunt, I turned to Lara and was startled: She wasn't there again! This time, however, I had a bad feeling in my stomach. I dressed quickly, crossed the hall to her room, and knocked. When no one answered after the third attempt, I went into the living room of the cottage, which also served as the breakfast room. The landlady was serving breakfast to another guest and waved me over. I followed her into the kitchen, where I asked her breathlessly about Lara, and she replied: "The lady left an hour ago!"
Something broke inside me and I sank into a chair. The landlady put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “She came down with her luggage, asked for the bill, and then went out to her car. She hasn't even had breakfast. ”
“ Did she leave anything behind? Your address? ”
The landlady just shook her head:“ No, she left immediately after paying. ”
“ And, sir, ”she added, when I stood up without a word and was about to leave the kitchen. I looked at her, then she added tonelessly: "... she was crying."

I tried to get a clear thought and went back to my room. It wouldn't hurt to take a walk now, I told myself, and grabbed my quilted jacket from the corner where I had thrown it last night. A note fell down; I picked it up and was not surprised when it turned out to be a letter to me: “Dear Jerry! It was a wonderful night with you and I hope it was just as nice for you. But we're both afraid, you too, I felt that. It doesn't work that way, that's why I will disappear from your life before I can no longer free myself from it. I think I love you! Goodbye L. "
I dropped my hand with the letter and couldn't even cry, although I felt like it. Involuntarily I noticed the film “Dr. Schiwago ”, even the similarity with me: Schiwago was called Juri and I was called Jerry. He and his Lara shared a deep and at the same time forbidden love, which finally broke him.

Maybe it was better that way. I had breakfast and drove to the airport. Debby waited.