It was a busy day in the office. Finally the door of my little apartment, to which I had withdrawn since my divorce, fell shut. It was Friday, two relaxing days lay by me, the weekend, lying on the balcony in the sun, long evenings watching TV, reading. I slipped my shoes off my heavy feet, lay down on the sofa, closed my eyes. I was finally at home in my own little world that is only mine.
I must have fallen asleep, a penetrating sound that wouldn't stop woke me. While still half asleep I located the source of the noise, felt for it with half-closed eyes, held the telephone receiver in my hand. Who on earth would bother me now, penetrate my oasis of peace and solitude. Yes, I've been lonely since the separation from Ralf, but it was a self-chosen loneliness, I wanted to isolate myself from everything after he, my ex-husband, had humiliated me so much. Who on earth wanted to bother me now, tear me out of my little world, which belonged only to me, in which no one else had a place. Probably again one of those penetrating friendly voices who wanted to sell competitions for me to sell magazines or what do I know what.
"Hello, Claudia" answered a happy voice on the other end of the line, which I immediately assigned to Elvira, my best friend. Elvira, who stood faithfully by my side during the difficult time with Ralf, when I could talk myself out and cry, leaned on her shoulder while her hand slipped through my long, black hair. Often she touched more than my hair, as if by chance my breasts, her hand rested on my legs, caressing them. I didn't attach any importance to any of the coincidences that arose, but it was rumored that Elvira was more fond of women and their bodies than just friendship. Much more devoted. Sometimes in these situations I found myself thinking how Elvira's skin might be, delicate, cream-cared for or rather a little rough, like her breasts, when they tumble out of the cups of the bra in the evening, tight and taut, or whether they need the bra to keep their shape, how their lips, which could smile so beautifully, are tender, tasty, the way their kisses feel she is tender or wild, demanding. I discarded these thoughts, even if I felt a certain moisture in my pleasure center in these situations - after all, Elvira was my best friend.
"I hope I don't bother you". "No, no," I lied. "Not at all". Yes, Elvira bothered me a lot, right now. But I couldn't and wouldn't tell her. Not only out of gratitude for her help in my difficult time, no, also, or especially, because she was my best friend. “Watch out,” Elvira continued, “I'm going to have a spontaneous party in my house today, a couple of acquaintances are coming that I would like to introduce you to. No, don't worry, we're girls among us, I haven't invited any men. Girls only. No, you have no chance to refuse, I only accept a ´Yes´. So, today at 8pm with me. No dress code, but slightly elegant, maybe a cocktail dress, that would be nice. So, see you then ”. The connection broke off, Elvira hadn't even waited for my answer.
Punctually at 8 p.m. I was standing in front of my girlfriend's house in the desired outfit. Music reached my ear, laughter. The party seemed to be in full swing, Elvira gave me the same impression when she opened the door for me. Red cocktail dress, black nylons and high heels, the half-empty Prosecco glass in hand. “It's nice that you could come in”, Elvira greeted me with the obligatory cheek kisses, “come in. I introduce you to the girls. Elvira turned the music down a little. “Hello, girls, may I introduce you to the new one in our group. Claudia. Now we have an even number again ”. I counted, actually came to 6 girls, if you don't include Elvira. So there were eight of us, an even number, although I didn't know what was so important about whether we were an even or an odd number.
Elvira took me by the hand, introduced me to the other girls, explained the course of the evening to me. It was under the motto masked ball. Each of the girls had brought their latest achievements from various noble, hip boutiques with them, which the others would attract, be admired by their friends, and possibly even get one or the other buying interest for the following days. "It's a shame, we decided on the motto of the evening at short notice, too short to reach you," regretted Elvira. “Otherwise you could have brought us something from your wardrobe. But next time. Watch out, this is your first time here. Do you want to open the evening as our guest of honor, so to speak? "I gladly agreed, Elvira is looking for something suitable among the noble robes that are scattered everywhere, came back with a touch of nothing, a black silk bra with lace, matching panties, stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? a black silk bra with lace, matching panties, stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? a black silk bra with lace, matching panties, stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? Stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? Stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? actually didn't want to show me to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: “Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? actually didn't want to show me to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: “Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie?
My clothes slid down my body, I stood naked in Elvira's bedroom, put on the silk bra that wrapped itself around my breasts like a second skin. We had the same cup size. The panties also fit like a glove. Somehow I started to get excited about wearing Elvira's lingerie, real pieces of jewelry that probably no one had seen her in before. In any case, I have never seen her in the company of men, although suddenly I was no longer so sure whether men played such a big role in Elvira's life, and I believed the rumors about her ever more.
There were the light, accidental touches of late. Also the party guests - all girls, very good-looking, for whom some men would have given a lot, done a lot, but apparently at least they weren't unsympathetic.
I sat down on my friend's bed, grabbed the nylons, wrapped them over my legs. A pleasant shiver penetrated me when I got up, tied the suspender belt around my hips, fastened the nylons. The high heels were still missing and I was finished, looking at myself in the body-high mirror. Everything was perfect, as if made for me. I slowly opened the door, stepped out to the waiting girls, proud to be able to open the ´Masked Ball´.
The girls awaited me, greeted me with applause. I felt how their eyes were on me, feeling me, like greedy hands, caressing me, sliding over me. I enjoyed their looks, would not have refused, Elvira and her friends would have explored me with their hands. It was a relief to have what was closest to Elviras on my hat. I enjoyed what was as close to her erogenous zones as mine is now. It tingled in my stomach, ants were roaming around in it, I felt my crotch getting wetter and wetter, began to moan softly, let my hands slide over my body, my breasts. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I let it happen, enjoyed it, and probably wanted it too. Applause accompanied me out of the living room.
I was back in the living room again, Elvira greeted me with a hug, we were close to each other, body to body, only the fabric of our clothes was between us. The masked ball continued, each of the girls showed themselves in the clothes of the other, I was also allowed to show off one more, a business suit that belonged to Chantalle, a black-haired, slim half-French woman.
Almost on command, the doorbell rang and the catering was served. Elvira spared no expense in pampering us, the most exquisite culinary delights were served. We girls stood together in small groups, nibbled from the buffet, Prosecco glass in hand, held small talk about insignificant and irrelevant things. Just when it was starting to get boring, Elvira turned down the volume of the music, addressed the word to us: “Girls, what do you think of playing? What do you think about OUR game? ”Elvira's proposal was received with applause, I joined the general enthusiasm without knowing exactly what she meant OUR game.
“Watch out,” Elvira took me aside, “we're playing a special game. Please see if you like it first, you can still get in ”. I agreed with Elvira, wondering what kind of game would be played. Slips of paper were distributed, each of the girls wrote something on them and handed them back. “Sit in a circle on the floor,” said Elvira, “Claudia is sitting with us, but at the moment only as a spectator. She can still get in ”. Elvira sat down with us, put an empty Prosecco bottle in the middle. "I'll start," she decided, starting to turn the bottle. When the bottle came to rest, she pointed to a long-haired blonde: Eva. Elvira held out the completed slip of paper and let her draw one of them. "Do a striptease for us," Elvira read out Eva's task.
"Gladly," agreed Eva. “I'm going to change my clothes, you will execute everything. I need a chair and you guys dim the lights. Elvira, please hang up your Joe Cocker, you know which title I need ”.
The light went out, a piece of furniture, apparently a chair, was adjusted, something rustled. Elvira whispered to me to sit down with the other girls on the sofa. A spot went on, I didn't know that Elvira had installed a complete lighting system in her living room, it threw a cone of light into the middle of the room. The beam of light caught a chair, Eva sat on it, her back turned to us, her legs spread. As if on cue, Joe Cocker's “Keep your head on” sounded. Eva turned in the chair, let her legs play in the air, tore the blazer from her body, threw it over her head, threw it away. She also tore off her blouse and scattered the buttons around the room. A hint of Nichs came to light, a more than small, tightly fitting bra, which only barely covered her shapely breasts. Apparently Eva seemed to present this show more often, her pants were only held together by Velcro fasteners, which Eva only had to open to remove the trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Apparently Eva seemed to present this show more often, her pants were only held together by Velcro fasteners, which Eva only had to open to remove the trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Apparently Eva seemed to present this show more often, her pants were only held together by Velcro fasteners, which Eva only had to open to remove the trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. which Eva only had to pull up to get rid of her trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. which Eva only had to pull up to get rid of her trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts.
Her wild dance continued, she only wore her hold-ups and the bit of fabric that was stretched between her legs. She visibly enjoyed being touched and caressed by greedy hands, but again and again provocatively eluded access. A grip between her legs, even the last scrap of fabric had disappeared from her body, revealed her most intimate areas. Slowly but purposefully Eva danced towards me, sat on my lap with her legs apart, let me sniff her panties. I couldn't help it, I had to touch her, feel her tender, solarium-tanned skin. The music was long gone, I had the feeling that Eva's show was just for me from now on. My hands slid up and down her body, excitement seized me as she pressed very close to her, breathed a kiss on the lips. She jumped up, made one last wild dance move, tossed me her panties as she turned, and ended her performance with a splits.
There was applause as Eva left the room, gathering her clothes, which had been strewn all over the room.
Elvira suggested that we interrupt the game briefly and turn to the buffet. “Did you like the show?” Elvira asked me during our buffet break. Eva does this more often, I have to confess to you, not professionally, but she could. I agreed with Elvira, sipped my Prosecco glass, enjoyed her hand, which lay on my arm as if by chance, caressing her tenderly.
The second round was ushered in. Again we all sat in a circle, again Elvira, the envelope with the tasks in hand, turned the empty Prosecco bottle. It hit Chantalle, the half-French woman I had already met. Elvira held out the slip of paper with the tasks on it, let her draw it herself, read aloud: “Satisfy yourself in front of our eyes. Until orgasm. You can choose whatever tools you want ”. Elvira took Chantalle by the hand and led her into her bedroom. After a few minutes they both returned, each carrying some of Elvira's sex toys that Chantalle had chosen. Her clothes fell, Chantalle lay down on the table in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of us. “Nobody is allowed to touch them,” ordered Elvira. She is not allowed to get any help and is responsible for her orgasm. Again she switched on part of her lighting system, aimed the spot directly at the half-French woman who was already naked on the table. She began to caress herself, everywhere, her body, her breasts, her pleasure grotto, lifted the pelvis to reach the bottom as well. Was it a coincidence or was it intentional that her most intimate part, which she provocatively highlighted, was exactly in my field of vision? In any case, I had never seen another woman's wetland so close to me. was exactly in my field of vision? In any case, I had never seen another woman's wetland so close to me. was exactly in my field of vision? In any case, I had never seen another woman's wetland so close to me.
Her fingers slid over her slim body, between her legs, stimulating the clitoris, her buttocks. With the other hand she slid incessantly over her body, played with her breasts and nipples, pulled on them, played with her tongue, her lips. Again and again Chantalle took a finger in her mouth, played with her lips on it, drooled it in, let it slide down in the direction of her pleasure center. The salivated finger sank deep into her, followed by a second. The first moan came from her mouth, the free hand found its way down, slid backwards, looked for her bottom, a finger disappeared, almost up to the stop, in him. The moaning became more intense, when I looked around I noticed that some of the girls began to caress themselves in the crotch,
Chantalle's hand looked for the large love balls, inserted them, then her hand felt the ball chain, which, due to its smaller size, could only have one goal, slowly disappeared ball by ball in her bottom, Chantalle switched on the remote control. Her excitement was felt all over the room, the moaning was real, not artificial. Soon, in my opinion, she had to come, scream her orgasm out, but Chantalle apparently wanted to make it a little more exciting, enjoy her excitement and the attention of her friends who lay on her, slowly pulled the anal dildo out of her body, then the love balls as well , slowly with a slight whimpering moan, she gave both to Elvira, who licked the love juice Chantalle from the love balls. The air seemed to be boiling, charged with electricity. Other vibrators were used, toys that I had never seen in my life. A gold colored vibrator seemed to have done her especially, she stroked her body with it, introduced a second one provocatively slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, is riding, at a peak of pleasure and excitement, but has not yet had enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to that I had never seen in my life. A gold-colored vibrator seemed to have done her especially, she stroked her body with it, introduced a second one, already provocatively, slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, is riding, at a peak of pleasure and excitement, but has not yet had enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to that I had never seen in my life. A gold-colored vibrator seemed to have done her especially, she stroked her body with it, introduced a second one, already provocatively, slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, is riding, at a peak of pleasure and excitement, but has not yet had enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to she stroked her body with him, introduced a second, provocatively slow, into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, rides, on a peak of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to she stroked her body with him, introduced a second one provocatively slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, rides, on a peak of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to Twenty centimeters in front of me lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already in her climax, rides, on a summit of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to Twenty centimeters in front of me lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already in her climax, rides, on a summit of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us toFrom ***** n on. I got one too, licked it as a matter of course, enjoyed Chantalle's most intimate body fluid. It was the first time I enjoyed this woman's body fluid, I was really enjoying it.
Two vibrating eggs disappeared into her two body orifices, she worked her clitoris with a vibrator until she found her release in a loud staccato of screaming, relaxation, her orgasm. Her body twitched for a long time before she lay exhausted on the table.
Chantalle lay sweaty and exhausted on the table, surrounded by the girls. Slowly she pulled out the vibrators that were still in her body cavities, gradually returned to our planet, left the paradise of pleasure in which she was for a short time. To the applause of her friends, Chantalle left the living room, showered and dressed, then came back to us. Again Elvira let one of the girls choose the bottle, spinning it like a roulette ball.
The incorruptible glass lucky fairy slowed down her rounds, staggered, pointed to another girl. Petra, I only got to know her very briefly, a likeable woman in her mid-thirties, with medium-length brunette hair. Petra drew her own note, her task. “You will be our living fruit salad,” Elvira read aloud. “Your naked body is sprayed with cream, which we dip with pieces of fruit from you. Finally we ***** the cream from your body ".
"Mhmm, ***** r, " said Petra happily, "may I nibble on it too ?" "You are the buffet," laughed Elvira, "since when has a buffet been eating by itself?"
Elvira took my hand, "come help me", led me into the kitchen. “I wanted to talk to you alone, hope you are not too shaken by our games, but I wanted to show you them once. If you want to play along, tell me, if you just want to watch, that's fine too. I just wanted to get a taste for it; Men have disappointed you, women will not. ”“ I have suspected for a long time that women appeal to you more than men, ”I replied. “The accidental touches of my legs, my breasts, the kisses that were more than just friendly. I don't know if I will eventually have a lover, sex with a woman. So far it has only been men, but what I experienced here with you today makes me doubt. Maybe someday I'll be ready but not at the moment. I like to keep watching you guys, I will now also take part in the fruit / cream thing. But please don't rush me. If I ever say 'yes', it has to come from me. All by myself ".
“Nobody will push you here,” Elvira assured me. “It's nice that you want to play something now, especially with the more harmless games. You will surely enjoy it. Come on, the others are waiting. Help me carry the cream and fruit bowls into the living room ”. Elvira opened the refrigerator, gave me some bowls, took the rest of it himself. Together we went back to the living room, where Petra was already naked and expectantly on the table.
Laughing, the girls emptied the contents of 5 aerosol cans of cream on Petra's body, placed the bowls with strawberries, oranges and apple slices around them, and the erotic fruit cocktail could begin. Elvira was the first to dip a strawberry in the cream, take it with relish in her mouth and eat it. In a sense, the starting shot had now been fired. As if the starting gun had been fired, the girls pounced on the bowls, dipped the fruit in the cream, and ate everything with relish. Very early on, some began to ***** the cream of Petra, sprayed again and again. I stood aside for a long time, watching the bizarre spectacle. It stimulated me, made my head spin, I was already wondering whether I should go forward, grab a strawberry or a piece of orange, and stick it in the cream. What would that mean? I would only eat some fruit with cream, perhaps presented a little idiosyncratically, but nothing else. Several times I caught myself trying to take the first step, but then flinched back again.
The cream orgy was in full swing. The girls dipped their pieces of fruit deep in the cream, fed each other with it, laughed, played wildly. Elvira smiled and waved to me to join in, and actually she was right, my train of thought also reflected it: It was a game, a way of eating fruit, very peculiar, but nothing else. Yes, I wanted to join in, bravely went to the girls who were still playing boisterously, took a strawberry, dipped it deep in the cream. Another, another. I found myself dipping my strawberries very close to Petras Schlitz, suddenly wanted more. I dipped one of the next berries deep into Petra's pleasure grotto, ate it, enjoyed the love juice that adhered to it. I had never enjoyed this gift from a woman, it was the first time but the game was starting to please me. I dipped the next strawberry in her mouth, kissed it before eating it to the applause of the girls. At that moment I made up my mind. Decided to play along, yes, I wanted to try it, to know what it is like to exchange caresses with a woman. I licked the cream from Petra's body like mad, tongue by tongue. I didn't notice how the other girls withdrew, left Petra completely alone, cleared the playing field, for me - myself. I kissed Petra, cream or what was left of her flowed out of mine into her mouth, I always licked the white one to play along, yes, I wanted to try it, to know what it is like to exchange tenderness with a woman. I licked the cream from Petra's body like mad, tongue by tongue. I didn't notice how the other girls withdrew, left Petra completely alone, cleared the playing field, for me - myself. I kissed Petra, cream or what was left of her flowed out of mine into her mouth, I always licked the white one to play along, yes, I wanted to try it, to know what it is like to exchange tenderness with a woman. I licked the cream from Petra's body like mad, tongue by tongue. I didn't notice how the other girls withdrew, left Petra completely alone, cleared the playing field, for me - myself. I kissed Petra, cream or what was left of her flowed out of mine into her mouth, I always licked the white one***** from her body, shared with her. Playfully I licked the cream from her breasts, played with the excited, towering nipples, enjoyed Petra's moans, felt how her body reared up beneath me. The journey continued, down to her subtropics, her wetland, sank my tongue deep into her. Yes, at that moment I wanted to enjoy it, sip its juice like a bee the nectar of a plant. Petra began to twitch all over her body, it was probably not only because of the certainty that I was having sex with a woman for the very first time with her, The other girls were with her again, licking the already slightly runny cream from Petra's body, until she came in a very violent orgasm.
Elvira smiled at me, came to me, kissed my mouth. For the first time, I not only let it happen, even kissed it back, noticing how our tongues played lightly with each other too. When I remember back, I had always enjoyed feeling her body, but today it was special to me. Today I felt her body nestling against me, not as that of a friend, but as that of a lover. Hadn't I loved Elvira for a long time, just didn't want to admit it to myself? I took her by the hand, pulled Elvira into the next room, wanted to be alone with her, in private. The kitchen door closed behind us, but long before I heard the sound of it closing, we were in each other's arms, kissing and caressing each other. "I always knew it, we are both made for each other, ”said Elvira, pleased with my change of heart. I kissed her without a word, again and again. “I want to play,” I asked Elvira. "Reluctantly, she smiled at me. “I'm jealous, don't want to share you. But okay. Come along". Hand in hand we returned to the living room, wanting to show everyone our young love. “Girls, announced Elvira,“ from now on Claudia will play with our game ”. The circle was closed again, Elvira turned the bottle, the tip of which pointed at me when it was idle. "Let me go," asked Elvira, immediately pulling the penultimate piece of paper out of the envelope. “Choose one of the girls and sleep with her in front of our eyes,” Elvira read aloud. Smiling wordlessly, I took my lover's hand, pulled it to me, kissed it: "Do we want to show everyone our young love here?" I asked Elvira. A long, tender kiss from my beloved was enough for all of us.
Elvira and I began to caress each other in the living room, exchanged tender, demanding kisses, literally tore our clothes off each other, eager to sleep together, to show our love to everyone. I felt. How moisture arose in me even now, whether all my body fluid knew only one goal: my moisture delta. Followed by the girls, we went, hand in hand like two teenagers in love, into the bedroom, where Elvira's large playground was waiting for us.
Smiling, Elvira pushed me onto the bed, followed me, my arms closed around her. “You are doing this for the first time. If you want, I'll lead you, ”she whispered to me. Our lips joined in a long, tender kiss, our tongues danced with one, two snakes in the love dance. My hands slid over Elvira's back, slowly, gently, I explored her body, down to Elvira's firm, perfectly shaped bottom. At last I was allowed to feel her, caress her skin, it felt like a liberation; had I loved Elvira before today, just didn't want to admit it to myself? It almost seemed to me as if my marriage to Ralf was just a farce, it was definitely a mistake. And it was she who helped me to correct this mistake, a time when we often came close, a closeness,
Elvira's tongue slid over my face, cheeks, nose, forehead, her teeth nibbled at my lips, like electric shocks, flashes of perfect pleasure penetrated me. Our bodies were close, very close, they almost merged into one, Elvira kissed my neck, played with her tongue on it. It slid ever deeper; every second she seemed to know what was best for me at that moment. My hands detached themselves from her bottom, rummaged through her hair, clasped her again, held her to me, very close, very close.
I have never experienced such feelings, never have I been so caught up in the frenzy of lust. Six pairs of eyes were directed at us, eagerly following our every movement, but this was more than secondary for us at this moment, since at that moment we were only allowed to surrender to our love, a love that for a long time, at least unnoticed by me, in Hidden slumbered, but now it broke out like the eruption of a volcano.
Elvira's tongue slid deeper and deeper on my body, her lips slid. She played cheekily with the gentle elevations of my breasts, drooled them slightly, licked them off again, played around them, circled them, played with the lips that towered high with excitement, kissed them, let her tongue circle around them, bit them, tenderly, but but full of desire. Unable to move, to react to Elvira's tokens of love, I lay there, enjoying the tenderness she gave me, feeling the raging fire of lust, noticing how all my body fluids seem to collect at a certain point, my pleasure center.
The blood pounded in me, my pleasure grotto twitched, she must have noticed, pushed a hand down, caressed my crack, the pearl, without stopping to caress my breasts, electric shocks of excitement made me twitch, rear up before I did my whole Lust screamed out of me, experienced a climax like never before, intense and lustful.
I lay exhausted on the bed, Elvira's arm wrapped around me, her lips played with mine, her hands caressed me. I had never known such a feeling of being desired after the orgasm, to be caressed, not to be put aside like a simple object of use. I pulled Elvira to me, kissed her, grateful and happy about what I had just experienced. Again flashes of pleasure came up in me, yes, I wanted to continue enjoying what Elvira gave me, enjoyed how her lips continued where they had just left off, her tongue played with my breasts, dipping deep into the valley between them, a trail of wet saliva drew down to my belly button.
Her tender journey continued on my body, Elvira climbed the gentle heights of the Venus hill, lovingly pulled my legs apart. I spread my legs expectantly, awaited her kisses, her caresses in my most excitable place, but she did not touch them. Not yet. Elvira kissed the insides of the thighs, played with her tongue, the area around my clitoris, neglected it, my most sensitive part of all, but completely, it seemed.
Apparently she wanted to drive me crazy, I seemed close, very close, trembling, whimpering with pleasure, until finally the explosion came, finally her tongue dipped into my floodplain. Light moans from my mouth alternated with wild, lustful groans, with screams of excitement, to become quiet moans again. My pearl has never been so pampered, never before has a person caressed it in this tender, lust-giving way. A finger played around my lust lips, first gently, then more intensely, more demanding, until it sank deep into my body cavity, Elvira moved it gently, lovingly, tenderly. A second finger followed, took me on a flight on a soft cloud in which there was only me, Elvira and our love and lust. The finger of her second hand slipped under my bottom penetrated easily and carefully into this as yet unexplored body opening, gave me an intoxication of the senses, an unexpected feeling, finally to give the person I loved so much my most secret, best kept. I reared up again, again I screamed my lust in the direction of the ceiling, again I was lying on the bed, sweaty, trembling, happy, wishing that this moment would last forever.
Elvia and I played together, cuddled and caressed each other, still accompanied by our friends' six pairs of eyes.
Now it was up to me to spoil Elvira, I knelt in front of her, took her toes, her foot in my mouth, while the other slipped over my breasts, playing gently. Slowly I kissed myself up her slender legs, the slightly opened insides, played something with the rock-hard pearl, let my tongue slide over Elvira's body, reached the trembling breasts, the raised nipples, higher and higher, up to their tasty, tender ones Lips. The journey went downwards, downwards in the direction of her pleasure center, played with her, her excitement, lust and lust, as she played with me. Elvira pulled my head close to her, moaned with greed “If you stop now, I'll kill you”, enjoyed being loved by a girl who was intimate with a woman for the first time. Your orgasm, a single scream of pleasure and relaxation. We lay on the bed for a long time, we had looked for and found each other, discovered our love for one another. We were long alone in the bedroom, our paradise of love and lust. The girls had long since withdrawn, formed three couples, indulged in their own passion. But we, Elvira and I, we had each other. Our love that had to wait so long. But an insatiable fire of passion kindled in us all the more. Our love that had to wait so long But an insatiable fire of passion kindled in us all the more. Our love that had to wait so long. But an insatiable fire of passion kindled in us all the more.
Tomorrow I'll give up my apartment and move in with Elvira, my dearly beloved. It slumbered in me for a long time, Elvira must have noticed it long ago, just waiting for the moment to wake it up in me. It is something unique, wonderful - to love a woman as a woman.
I must have fallen asleep, a penetrating sound that wouldn't stop woke me. While still half asleep I located the source of the noise, felt for it with half-closed eyes, held the telephone receiver in my hand. Who on earth would bother me now, penetrate my oasis of peace and solitude. Yes, I've been lonely since the separation from Ralf, but it was a self-chosen loneliness, I wanted to isolate myself from everything after he, my ex-husband, had humiliated me so much. Who on earth wanted to bother me now, tear me out of my little world, which belonged only to me, in which no one else had a place. Probably again one of those penetrating friendly voices who wanted to sell competitions for me to sell magazines or what do I know what.
"Hello, Claudia" answered a happy voice on the other end of the line, which I immediately assigned to Elvira, my best friend. Elvira, who stood faithfully by my side during the difficult time with Ralf, when I could talk myself out and cry, leaned on her shoulder while her hand slipped through my long, black hair. Often she touched more than my hair, as if by chance my breasts, her hand rested on my legs, caressing them. I didn't attach any importance to any of the coincidences that arose, but it was rumored that Elvira was more fond of women and their bodies than just friendship. Much more devoted. Sometimes in these situations I found myself thinking how Elvira's skin might be, delicate, cream-cared for or rather a little rough, like her breasts, when they tumble out of the cups of the bra in the evening, tight and taut, or whether they need the bra to keep their shape, how their lips, which could smile so beautifully, are tender, tasty, the way their kisses feel she is tender or wild, demanding. I discarded these thoughts, even if I felt a certain moisture in my pleasure center in these situations - after all, Elvira was my best friend.
"I hope I don't bother you". "No, no," I lied. "Not at all". Yes, Elvira bothered me a lot, right now. But I couldn't and wouldn't tell her. Not only out of gratitude for her help in my difficult time, no, also, or especially, because she was my best friend. “Watch out,” Elvira continued, “I'm going to have a spontaneous party in my house today, a couple of acquaintances are coming that I would like to introduce you to. No, don't worry, we're girls among us, I haven't invited any men. Girls only. No, you have no chance to refuse, I only accept a ´Yes´. So, today at 8pm with me. No dress code, but slightly elegant, maybe a cocktail dress, that would be nice. So, see you then ”. The connection broke off, Elvira hadn't even waited for my answer.
Punctually at 8 p.m. I was standing in front of my girlfriend's house in the desired outfit. Music reached my ear, laughter. The party seemed to be in full swing, Elvira gave me the same impression when she opened the door for me. Red cocktail dress, black nylons and high heels, the half-empty Prosecco glass in hand. “It's nice that you could come in”, Elvira greeted me with the obligatory cheek kisses, “come in. I introduce you to the girls. Elvira turned the music down a little. “Hello, girls, may I introduce you to the new one in our group. Claudia. Now we have an even number again ”. I counted, actually came to 6 girls, if you don't include Elvira. So there were eight of us, an even number, although I didn't know what was so important about whether we were an even or an odd number.
Elvira took me by the hand, introduced me to the other girls, explained the course of the evening to me. It was under the motto masked ball. Each of the girls had brought their latest achievements from various noble, hip boutiques with them, which the others would attract, be admired by their friends, and possibly even get one or the other buying interest for the following days. "It's a shame, we decided on the motto of the evening at short notice, too short to reach you," regretted Elvira. “Otherwise you could have brought us something from your wardrobe. But next time. Watch out, this is your first time here. Do you want to open the evening as our guest of honor, so to speak? "I gladly agreed, Elvira is looking for something suitable among the noble robes that are scattered everywhere, came back with a touch of nothing, a black silk bra with lace, matching panties, stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? a black silk bra with lace, matching panties, stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? a black silk bra with lace, matching panties, stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? Stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: "Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? Stockings and suspender belt. "That'll look good on you," she smiled. A little embarrassed, I looked at the bit of material that she was holding in my hand, actually not wanting to show myself to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? actually didn't want to show me to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: “Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? actually didn't want to show me to complete strangers as only Ralf had seen me until our separation, but Elvira had the right trump cards ready: “Come on, do it for me, huh? It's from me, I've also worn it, but for now. Come on, don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie? don't be a frog ”. Elvira pouted. “You can change over there. Nobody is watching you ”. I knew Elvira would not accept any objections here either, and accepted my ´fate´. What's the matter with showing me a few girls in expensive, beautiful lingerie?
My clothes slid down my body, I stood naked in Elvira's bedroom, put on the silk bra that wrapped itself around my breasts like a second skin. We had the same cup size. The panties also fit like a glove. Somehow I started to get excited about wearing Elvira's lingerie, real pieces of jewelry that probably no one had seen her in before. In any case, I have never seen her in the company of men, although suddenly I was no longer so sure whether men played such a big role in Elvira's life, and I believed the rumors about her ever more.
There were the light, accidental touches of late. Also the party guests - all girls, very good-looking, for whom some men would have given a lot, done a lot, but apparently at least they weren't unsympathetic.
I sat down on my friend's bed, grabbed the nylons, wrapped them over my legs. A pleasant shiver penetrated me when I got up, tied the suspender belt around my hips, fastened the nylons. The high heels were still missing and I was finished, looking at myself in the body-high mirror. Everything was perfect, as if made for me. I slowly opened the door, stepped out to the waiting girls, proud to be able to open the ´Masked Ball´.
The girls awaited me, greeted me with applause. I felt how their eyes were on me, feeling me, like greedy hands, caressing me, sliding over me. I enjoyed their looks, would not have refused, Elvira and her friends would have explored me with their hands. It was a relief to have what was closest to Elviras on my hat. I enjoyed what was as close to her erogenous zones as mine is now. It tingled in my stomach, ants were roaming around in it, I felt my crotch getting wetter and wetter, began to moan softly, let my hands slide over my body, my breasts. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I let it happen, enjoyed it, and probably wanted it too. Applause accompanied me out of the living room.
I was back in the living room again, Elvira greeted me with a hug, we were close to each other, body to body, only the fabric of our clothes was between us. The masked ball continued, each of the girls showed themselves in the clothes of the other, I was also allowed to show off one more, a business suit that belonged to Chantalle, a black-haired, slim half-French woman.
Almost on command, the doorbell rang and the catering was served. Elvira spared no expense in pampering us, the most exquisite culinary delights were served. We girls stood together in small groups, nibbled from the buffet, Prosecco glass in hand, held small talk about insignificant and irrelevant things. Just when it was starting to get boring, Elvira turned down the volume of the music, addressed the word to us: “Girls, what do you think of playing? What do you think about OUR game? ”Elvira's proposal was received with applause, I joined the general enthusiasm without knowing exactly what she meant OUR game.
“Watch out,” Elvira took me aside, “we're playing a special game. Please see if you like it first, you can still get in ”. I agreed with Elvira, wondering what kind of game would be played. Slips of paper were distributed, each of the girls wrote something on them and handed them back. “Sit in a circle on the floor,” said Elvira, “Claudia is sitting with us, but at the moment only as a spectator. She can still get in ”. Elvira sat down with us, put an empty Prosecco bottle in the middle. "I'll start," she decided, starting to turn the bottle. When the bottle came to rest, she pointed to a long-haired blonde: Eva. Elvira held out the completed slip of paper and let her draw one of them. "Do a striptease for us," Elvira read out Eva's task.
"Gladly," agreed Eva. “I'm going to change my clothes, you will execute everything. I need a chair and you guys dim the lights. Elvira, please hang up your Joe Cocker, you know which title I need ”.
The light went out, a piece of furniture, apparently a chair, was adjusted, something rustled. Elvira whispered to me to sit down with the other girls on the sofa. A spot went on, I didn't know that Elvira had installed a complete lighting system in her living room, it threw a cone of light into the middle of the room. The beam of light caught a chair, Eva sat on it, her back turned to us, her legs spread. As if on cue, Joe Cocker's “Keep your head on” sounded. Eva turned in the chair, let her legs play in the air, tore the blazer from her body, threw it over her head, threw it away. She also tore off her blouse and scattered the buttons around the room. A hint of Nichs came to light, a more than small, tightly fitting bra, which only barely covered her shapely breasts. Apparently Eva seemed to present this show more often, her pants were only held together by Velcro fasteners, which Eva only had to open to remove the trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Apparently Eva seemed to present this show more often, her pants were only held together by Velcro fasteners, which Eva only had to open to remove the trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Apparently Eva seemed to present this show more often, her pants were only held together by Velcro fasteners, which Eva only had to open to remove the trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. which Eva only had to pull up to get rid of her trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. which Eva only had to pull up to get rid of her trousers. Colored beams of light followed the dancer's every step, she threw her head back, let her long golden hair fly. Joe Cocker was still roaring in the background. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts. Eva stood in front of us, her legs spread in her tight lingerie, white holdups. With several turns she changed her position in the room, grabbed the clasp of the bra during the turns, opened it, twisted it over her head like a trophy, chose one of the girls on whose lap she sat down, her bra in stuck her mouth, let her caress his breasts.
Her wild dance continued, she only wore her hold-ups and the bit of fabric that was stretched between her legs. She visibly enjoyed being touched and caressed by greedy hands, but again and again provocatively eluded access. A grip between her legs, even the last scrap of fabric had disappeared from her body, revealed her most intimate areas. Slowly but purposefully Eva danced towards me, sat on my lap with her legs apart, let me sniff her panties. I couldn't help it, I had to touch her, feel her tender, solarium-tanned skin. The music was long gone, I had the feeling that Eva's show was just for me from now on. My hands slid up and down her body, excitement seized me as she pressed very close to her, breathed a kiss on the lips. She jumped up, made one last wild dance move, tossed me her panties as she turned, and ended her performance with a splits.
There was applause as Eva left the room, gathering her clothes, which had been strewn all over the room.
Elvira suggested that we interrupt the game briefly and turn to the buffet. “Did you like the show?” Elvira asked me during our buffet break. Eva does this more often, I have to confess to you, not professionally, but she could. I agreed with Elvira, sipped my Prosecco glass, enjoyed her hand, which lay on my arm as if by chance, caressing her tenderly.
The second round was ushered in. Again we all sat in a circle, again Elvira, the envelope with the tasks in hand, turned the empty Prosecco bottle. It hit Chantalle, the half-French woman I had already met. Elvira held out the slip of paper with the tasks on it, let her draw it herself, read aloud: “Satisfy yourself in front of our eyes. Until orgasm. You can choose whatever tools you want ”. Elvira took Chantalle by the hand and led her into her bedroom. After a few minutes they both returned, each carrying some of Elvira's sex toys that Chantalle had chosen. Her clothes fell, Chantalle lay down on the table in the middle of the room, surrounded by all of us. “Nobody is allowed to touch them,” ordered Elvira. She is not allowed to get any help and is responsible for her orgasm. Again she switched on part of her lighting system, aimed the spot directly at the half-French woman who was already naked on the table. She began to caress herself, everywhere, her body, her breasts, her pleasure grotto, lifted the pelvis to reach the bottom as well. Was it a coincidence or was it intentional that her most intimate part, which she provocatively highlighted, was exactly in my field of vision? In any case, I had never seen another woman's wetland so close to me. was exactly in my field of vision? In any case, I had never seen another woman's wetland so close to me. was exactly in my field of vision? In any case, I had never seen another woman's wetland so close to me.
Her fingers slid over her slim body, between her legs, stimulating the clitoris, her buttocks. With the other hand she slid incessantly over her body, played with her breasts and nipples, pulled on them, played with her tongue, her lips. Again and again Chantalle took a finger in her mouth, played with her lips on it, drooled it in, let it slide down in the direction of her pleasure center. The salivated finger sank deep into her, followed by a second. The first moan came from her mouth, the free hand found its way down, slid backwards, looked for her bottom, a finger disappeared, almost up to the stop, in him. The moaning became more intense, when I looked around I noticed that some of the girls began to caress themselves in the crotch,
Chantalle's hand looked for the large love balls, inserted them, then her hand felt the ball chain, which, due to its smaller size, could only have one goal, slowly disappeared ball by ball in her bottom, Chantalle switched on the remote control. Her excitement was felt all over the room, the moaning was real, not artificial. Soon, in my opinion, she had to come, scream her orgasm out, but Chantalle apparently wanted to make it a little more exciting, enjoy her excitement and the attention of her friends who lay on her, slowly pulled the anal dildo out of her body, then the love balls as well , slowly with a slight whimpering moan, she gave both to Elvira, who licked the love juice Chantalle from the love balls. The air seemed to be boiling, charged with electricity. Other vibrators were used, toys that I had never seen in my life. A gold colored vibrator seemed to have done her especially, she stroked her body with it, introduced a second one provocatively slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, is riding, at a peak of pleasure and excitement, but has not yet had enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to that I had never seen in my life. A gold-colored vibrator seemed to have done her especially, she stroked her body with it, introduced a second one, already provocatively, slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, is riding, at a peak of pleasure and excitement, but has not yet had enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to that I had never seen in my life. A gold-colored vibrator seemed to have done her especially, she stroked her body with it, introduced a second one, already provocatively, slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, is riding, at a peak of pleasure and excitement, but has not yet had enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to she stroked her body with him, introduced a second, provocatively slow, into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, rides, on a peak of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to she stroked her body with him, introduced a second one provocatively slowly into her pleasure cave. Her moans turned into a rattle, a scream of pleasure, became uncontrolled, almost unspoiled. Here, twenty centimeters in front of me, lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already at its peak, rides, on a peak of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to Twenty centimeters in front of me lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already in her climax, rides, on a summit of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us to Twenty centimeters in front of me lies a woman who wants her orgasm, who celebrates it in advance, is perhaps already in her climax, rides, on a summit of pleasure and excitement, but not yet enough. A woman who wants everything, really everything. More toys disappeared inside her, you could literally see the love juice flowing out of her, every toy she had used she gave us toFrom ***** n on. I got one too, licked it as a matter of course, enjoyed Chantalle's most intimate body fluid. It was the first time I enjoyed this woman's body fluid, I was really enjoying it.
Two vibrating eggs disappeared into her two body orifices, she worked her clitoris with a vibrator until she found her release in a loud staccato of screaming, relaxation, her orgasm. Her body twitched for a long time before she lay exhausted on the table.
Chantalle lay sweaty and exhausted on the table, surrounded by the girls. Slowly she pulled out the vibrators that were still in her body cavities, gradually returned to our planet, left the paradise of pleasure in which she was for a short time. To the applause of her friends, Chantalle left the living room, showered and dressed, then came back to us. Again Elvira let one of the girls choose the bottle, spinning it like a roulette ball.
The incorruptible glass lucky fairy slowed down her rounds, staggered, pointed to another girl. Petra, I only got to know her very briefly, a likeable woman in her mid-thirties, with medium-length brunette hair. Petra drew her own note, her task. “You will be our living fruit salad,” Elvira read aloud. “Your naked body is sprayed with cream, which we dip with pieces of fruit from you. Finally we ***** the cream from your body ".
"Mhmm, ***** r, " said Petra happily, "may I nibble on it too ?" "You are the buffet," laughed Elvira, "since when has a buffet been eating by itself?"
Elvira took my hand, "come help me", led me into the kitchen. “I wanted to talk to you alone, hope you are not too shaken by our games, but I wanted to show you them once. If you want to play along, tell me, if you just want to watch, that's fine too. I just wanted to get a taste for it; Men have disappointed you, women will not. ”“ I have suspected for a long time that women appeal to you more than men, ”I replied. “The accidental touches of my legs, my breasts, the kisses that were more than just friendly. I don't know if I will eventually have a lover, sex with a woman. So far it has only been men, but what I experienced here with you today makes me doubt. Maybe someday I'll be ready but not at the moment. I like to keep watching you guys, I will now also take part in the fruit / cream thing. But please don't rush me. If I ever say 'yes', it has to come from me. All by myself ".
“Nobody will push you here,” Elvira assured me. “It's nice that you want to play something now, especially with the more harmless games. You will surely enjoy it. Come on, the others are waiting. Help me carry the cream and fruit bowls into the living room ”. Elvira opened the refrigerator, gave me some bowls, took the rest of it himself. Together we went back to the living room, where Petra was already naked and expectantly on the table.
Laughing, the girls emptied the contents of 5 aerosol cans of cream on Petra's body, placed the bowls with strawberries, oranges and apple slices around them, and the erotic fruit cocktail could begin. Elvira was the first to dip a strawberry in the cream, take it with relish in her mouth and eat it. In a sense, the starting shot had now been fired. As if the starting gun had been fired, the girls pounced on the bowls, dipped the fruit in the cream, and ate everything with relish. Very early on, some began to ***** the cream of Petra, sprayed again and again. I stood aside for a long time, watching the bizarre spectacle. It stimulated me, made my head spin, I was already wondering whether I should go forward, grab a strawberry or a piece of orange, and stick it in the cream. What would that mean? I would only eat some fruit with cream, perhaps presented a little idiosyncratically, but nothing else. Several times I caught myself trying to take the first step, but then flinched back again.
The cream orgy was in full swing. The girls dipped their pieces of fruit deep in the cream, fed each other with it, laughed, played wildly. Elvira smiled and waved to me to join in, and actually she was right, my train of thought also reflected it: It was a game, a way of eating fruit, very peculiar, but nothing else. Yes, I wanted to join in, bravely went to the girls who were still playing boisterously, took a strawberry, dipped it deep in the cream. Another, another. I found myself dipping my strawberries very close to Petras Schlitz, suddenly wanted more. I dipped one of the next berries deep into Petra's pleasure grotto, ate it, enjoyed the love juice that adhered to it. I had never enjoyed this gift from a woman, it was the first time but the game was starting to please me. I dipped the next strawberry in her mouth, kissed it before eating it to the applause of the girls. At that moment I made up my mind. Decided to play along, yes, I wanted to try it, to know what it is like to exchange caresses with a woman. I licked the cream from Petra's body like mad, tongue by tongue. I didn't notice how the other girls withdrew, left Petra completely alone, cleared the playing field, for me - myself. I kissed Petra, cream or what was left of her flowed out of mine into her mouth, I always licked the white one to play along, yes, I wanted to try it, to know what it is like to exchange tenderness with a woman. I licked the cream from Petra's body like mad, tongue by tongue. I didn't notice how the other girls withdrew, left Petra completely alone, cleared the playing field, for me - myself. I kissed Petra, cream or what was left of her flowed out of mine into her mouth, I always licked the white one to play along, yes, I wanted to try it, to know what it is like to exchange tenderness with a woman. I licked the cream from Petra's body like mad, tongue by tongue. I didn't notice how the other girls withdrew, left Petra completely alone, cleared the playing field, for me - myself. I kissed Petra, cream or what was left of her flowed out of mine into her mouth, I always licked the white one***** from her body, shared with her. Playfully I licked the cream from her breasts, played with the excited, towering nipples, enjoyed Petra's moans, felt how her body reared up beneath me. The journey continued, down to her subtropics, her wetland, sank my tongue deep into her. Yes, at that moment I wanted to enjoy it, sip its juice like a bee the nectar of a plant. Petra began to twitch all over her body, it was probably not only because of the certainty that I was having sex with a woman for the very first time with her, The other girls were with her again, licking the already slightly runny cream from Petra's body, until she came in a very violent orgasm.
Elvira smiled at me, came to me, kissed my mouth. For the first time, I not only let it happen, even kissed it back, noticing how our tongues played lightly with each other too. When I remember back, I had always enjoyed feeling her body, but today it was special to me. Today I felt her body nestling against me, not as that of a friend, but as that of a lover. Hadn't I loved Elvira for a long time, just didn't want to admit it to myself? I took her by the hand, pulled Elvira into the next room, wanted to be alone with her, in private. The kitchen door closed behind us, but long before I heard the sound of it closing, we were in each other's arms, kissing and caressing each other. "I always knew it, we are both made for each other, ”said Elvira, pleased with my change of heart. I kissed her without a word, again and again. “I want to play,” I asked Elvira. "Reluctantly, she smiled at me. “I'm jealous, don't want to share you. But okay. Come along". Hand in hand we returned to the living room, wanting to show everyone our young love. “Girls, announced Elvira,“ from now on Claudia will play with our game ”. The circle was closed again, Elvira turned the bottle, the tip of which pointed at me when it was idle. "Let me go," asked Elvira, immediately pulling the penultimate piece of paper out of the envelope. “Choose one of the girls and sleep with her in front of our eyes,” Elvira read aloud. Smiling wordlessly, I took my lover's hand, pulled it to me, kissed it: "Do we want to show everyone our young love here?" I asked Elvira. A long, tender kiss from my beloved was enough for all of us.
Elvira and I began to caress each other in the living room, exchanged tender, demanding kisses, literally tore our clothes off each other, eager to sleep together, to show our love to everyone. I felt. How moisture arose in me even now, whether all my body fluid knew only one goal: my moisture delta. Followed by the girls, we went, hand in hand like two teenagers in love, into the bedroom, where Elvira's large playground was waiting for us.
Smiling, Elvira pushed me onto the bed, followed me, my arms closed around her. “You are doing this for the first time. If you want, I'll lead you, ”she whispered to me. Our lips joined in a long, tender kiss, our tongues danced with one, two snakes in the love dance. My hands slid over Elvira's back, slowly, gently, I explored her body, down to Elvira's firm, perfectly shaped bottom. At last I was allowed to feel her, caress her skin, it felt like a liberation; had I loved Elvira before today, just didn't want to admit it to myself? It almost seemed to me as if my marriage to Ralf was just a farce, it was definitely a mistake. And it was she who helped me to correct this mistake, a time when we often came close, a closeness,
Elvira's tongue slid over my face, cheeks, nose, forehead, her teeth nibbled at my lips, like electric shocks, flashes of perfect pleasure penetrated me. Our bodies were close, very close, they almost merged into one, Elvira kissed my neck, played with her tongue on it. It slid ever deeper; every second she seemed to know what was best for me at that moment. My hands detached themselves from her bottom, rummaged through her hair, clasped her again, held her to me, very close, very close.
I have never experienced such feelings, never have I been so caught up in the frenzy of lust. Six pairs of eyes were directed at us, eagerly following our every movement, but this was more than secondary for us at this moment, since at that moment we were only allowed to surrender to our love, a love that for a long time, at least unnoticed by me, in Hidden slumbered, but now it broke out like the eruption of a volcano.
Elvira's tongue slid deeper and deeper on my body, her lips slid. She played cheekily with the gentle elevations of my breasts, drooled them slightly, licked them off again, played around them, circled them, played with the lips that towered high with excitement, kissed them, let her tongue circle around them, bit them, tenderly, but but full of desire. Unable to move, to react to Elvira's tokens of love, I lay there, enjoying the tenderness she gave me, feeling the raging fire of lust, noticing how all my body fluids seem to collect at a certain point, my pleasure center.
The blood pounded in me, my pleasure grotto twitched, she must have noticed, pushed a hand down, caressed my crack, the pearl, without stopping to caress my breasts, electric shocks of excitement made me twitch, rear up before I did my whole Lust screamed out of me, experienced a climax like never before, intense and lustful.
I lay exhausted on the bed, Elvira's arm wrapped around me, her lips played with mine, her hands caressed me. I had never known such a feeling of being desired after the orgasm, to be caressed, not to be put aside like a simple object of use. I pulled Elvira to me, kissed her, grateful and happy about what I had just experienced. Again flashes of pleasure came up in me, yes, I wanted to continue enjoying what Elvira gave me, enjoyed how her lips continued where they had just left off, her tongue played with my breasts, dipping deep into the valley between them, a trail of wet saliva drew down to my belly button.
Her tender journey continued on my body, Elvira climbed the gentle heights of the Venus hill, lovingly pulled my legs apart. I spread my legs expectantly, awaited her kisses, her caresses in my most excitable place, but she did not touch them. Not yet. Elvira kissed the insides of the thighs, played with her tongue, the area around my clitoris, neglected it, my most sensitive part of all, but completely, it seemed.
Apparently she wanted to drive me crazy, I seemed close, very close, trembling, whimpering with pleasure, until finally the explosion came, finally her tongue dipped into my floodplain. Light moans from my mouth alternated with wild, lustful groans, with screams of excitement, to become quiet moans again. My pearl has never been so pampered, never before has a person caressed it in this tender, lust-giving way. A finger played around my lust lips, first gently, then more intensely, more demanding, until it sank deep into my body cavity, Elvira moved it gently, lovingly, tenderly. A second finger followed, took me on a flight on a soft cloud in which there was only me, Elvira and our love and lust. The finger of her second hand slipped under my bottom penetrated easily and carefully into this as yet unexplored body opening, gave me an intoxication of the senses, an unexpected feeling, finally to give the person I loved so much my most secret, best kept. I reared up again, again I screamed my lust in the direction of the ceiling, again I was lying on the bed, sweaty, trembling, happy, wishing that this moment would last forever.
Elvia and I played together, cuddled and caressed each other, still accompanied by our friends' six pairs of eyes.
Now it was up to me to spoil Elvira, I knelt in front of her, took her toes, her foot in my mouth, while the other slipped over my breasts, playing gently. Slowly I kissed myself up her slender legs, the slightly opened insides, played something with the rock-hard pearl, let my tongue slide over Elvira's body, reached the trembling breasts, the raised nipples, higher and higher, up to their tasty, tender ones Lips. The journey went downwards, downwards in the direction of her pleasure center, played with her, her excitement, lust and lust, as she played with me. Elvira pulled my head close to her, moaned with greed “If you stop now, I'll kill you”, enjoyed being loved by a girl who was intimate with a woman for the first time. Your orgasm, a single scream of pleasure and relaxation. We lay on the bed for a long time, we had looked for and found each other, discovered our love for one another. We were long alone in the bedroom, our paradise of love and lust. The girls had long since withdrawn, formed three couples, indulged in their own passion. But we, Elvira and I, we had each other. Our love that had to wait so long. But an insatiable fire of passion kindled in us all the more. Our love that had to wait so long But an insatiable fire of passion kindled in us all the more. Our love that had to wait so long. But an insatiable fire of passion kindled in us all the more.
Tomorrow I'll give up my apartment and move in with Elvira, my dearly beloved. It slumbered in me for a long time, Elvira must have noticed it long ago, just waiting for the moment to wake it up in me. It is something unique, wonderful - to love a woman as a woman.
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