WINDOWS TO THE GARDEN

 Ralf and I lie in the shade of the terrace of our finca, doze off in front of us and enjoy the idleness, the chirping concert of the crickets and the otherwise heavenly peace. A distant engine noise mixes in our idyll and I register that it is approaching. It is getting louder and louder, there are clearly several motorbikes, and the noise is rustling in front of our finca.

"Man, that's Jessica and her friends!" I call to Ralf and I'm already on the way to the front, closely followed by Ralf. And so it is. It's Jessica and her friends who are parking their machines, all three of them I feel almost overdressed with Ralf in our normal swim shorts.

"Hi," says Jessica, "here we are. I hope we don't disturb".
"I've already experienced more unpleasant disturbances," says Ralf and grins, "hi!"
"Hello," I say, this is my buddy Ralf. "

" I almost thought to myself, "says Jessica," and that's Annika and Yvonne ".
"Hello", say the two and Yvonne continues "We brought something to eat so that you two don't fall off the meat."

"Let's look like that?" I say, and pat my belly at the place where it is likely to make sooner or later even a Schmerbäuchlein noticeable.

The three are concerned about their saddlebags forth and carry a few plastic containers for days, baguettes and Wine bottles.

"Red wine," says Ralf.
"Exactly," says Yvonne, "red wine is one of the best gifts for old boys. My father always said."

"Do we look like old boys?" Ralf wants to know and takes a bodybuilder stance.

"No, you can not just say," "not in appearance at any rate, but you never know. Probably holding red young boys longer young and strong. We'll see." Represents Yvonne by an appreciative gaze,

"Where to put the Stuff? "Asks Annika.
"Off to the kitchen!", I conduct and the entourage moves there. "What's up?" I ask.
"Won't give away," says Annika and laughs.

Annika is a tall brunette, at least as tall as I am, and when I was at school I was always one of the five longest, and looks extraordinarily strong and well-trained. "Don't wine in the refrigerator," she says, "the rest can stay outside." And so it happens. She seems to be in charge of the three, now even of the five of us. But as long as she doesn't order unpleasant things, it's fine.

"You live in a real luxury hut," says Jessica and looks around in admiration. "You can say," agrees Yvonne, "when I think of our shack ...! Can you take a look around? "

" Sure, says Ralf eagerly, devouring Yvonne with his eyes, "The tour of the palace will take place immediately," bows and takes action.
I take Jessica around my waist and we follow them. "I don't feel like going home," says Annika, "I'll go into the garden."

After we have reached the lower floor with a huge living room and a panoramic view of wonderful undulating hills with completely dried out bushes and some bonsai pines, the bathroom, the workshop, the fitness room, the pantry behind us, accompanied by enthusiastic outbursts from Jessica and Yvonne, who Ralf and I digest nonchalantly, we don't own the shed, but of course we like to participate in its affluent charisma, we climb the brick stairs to the upper floor. And I have the clear impression that Ralf has to use force to keep himself from biting Yvonne's juicy ass through his uninterrupted chatter.

Yvonne is one of those very petite, well-proportioned women with Irish red, long, curled hair, very light skin and completely covered by freckles. Streuselkuchen, I think we said about it earlier. Is her pubic hair just as red and frizzy? But I don't need to worry about that, I'm pretty sure that Ralf can answer the question if I should ask it. But I'm just as sure that this question is unnecessary because I can see it with my own eyes.

When we get to the third and last bedroom on the upper floor with her French beds and risk a look out the window onto the garden, we see Annika under the garden shower. Her thong hangs over the water regulator, she lets the cool water run over her head and body, moves her ass rhythmically back and forth and works alternately with both hands on the pubic mounds and breasts.

"Looks good," I say and grab Jessica by the tits.
"I think so too," says Jessica and puts her hand on the bulging part of my swimming trunks. "And so you know it the same and you will save frustige pickup line. Annika is a lesbian, but not quite a hundred percent and total"

"But you do not, or" asks Ralf, staring frankly appalled at Yvonne?.
"No," smiles Yvonne, "Jessica and I are both bi. We take it as it comes. Whatever the mood. Don't be afraid, my little one, you'll come to something."

"Oh, that means now what, "says Ralf, visibly happy, and grabs her between her legs.
"Yes, exactly," coos Yvonne, "what else? Do you have another idea? ", And tries to slide her hand into Ralf's swim shorts.
" And what's the name of little one? ", Complains Ralf," what do you mean by that? "
" Forget it for the moment, "breathes Yvonne and has to stand on tiptoe to close Ralf's mouth.

My Jonny has become so obtrusively tough that he urgently conveys his need to Jessica. And Jessica understands this and also has a need, something that is noticeably opening up. My Jonny penetrates her slowly and steadily from behind while we watch Annika's movements accelerate in the shower. And Jessica doesn't do anything to speed up the process, either. We ***** with relish and relish restrained passion and watch how Annika does it herself. Window with a voyeur view.

Ralf and Yvonne are now on the French bed and organ to measure and notes. Although it is not entirely clear to me which of the two is setting the pace and who is still able to read notes. But that’s also a bugger for me. Maybe they have some kind of internal computer program that reads itself.

Annika now remains in a slightly cramped position in the shower, moves her ass a few more times slowly, and as I can well understand, with relish back and forth, stands very still, shakes her head like a bitch her fur. Drops of water fly from her hair as if they came to life during the day, and shimmering and glittering stars woke up through the air and water the lawn.

My Jonny radioed my brain for the second or third time that he would now like to be ready for the time being and I can express my solidarity with him. I look at Jessica, who says “We can finally!” In response, I give her pussy a few quick, violent thrusts and she slams her tight ass cheeks against my pubic bone, so that both hearing and seeing would pass, but not feeling guaranteed . Now the full bottle discharges the pleasure that has been painstakingly pent up in both of us. I ******* einto her and for a moment I have the image of a fire hose in my head, which is being turned on and from which a spray-like water-air mixture comes out at the beginning, then the full jet comes there too, I squeeze her breasts with my hands, she claws her fingernails into my ass cheeks. We cling to each other like two monkeys in free fall together.

With a look out of the corner of my left eye I notice that Annika is lying down on one of the comfortable garden loungers, her thong is still hanging on the shower, and with a look out of the corner of my eye I notice, albeit over both ears, that Ralf and Yvonne made good friends. Or what should you call that? Ralf pushes into Yvonne in his inimitable shrimp-like manner, who has pulled her knees up almost to her ears and is delighted with Ralf's efforts extremely intensely.

“Come on, little one, go on! Further in! Yes, that's good! Go on, go on, go on, my little one! Don't stop! "And then" Yes! Yes! Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes yesaaaa ....! "

Ralf rams and rams and then it's good for him too. He has put his hands around Yvonne's ankles and spread his arms and her wonderfully speckled legs and feet wide apart, looking like Christ on the cross of the female from behind. He pinches his ass cheeks together and moans "Now! Now! I'm coming!" And Yvonne cheers: “Yes, finally! Give it to me! Everything you have, my big one! "

My Jonny is just shrinking out of Jessica's pussy and becoming a ****** ." Come on, let's go down to Annika and keep her company ", I suggest and Jessica says:" Yes. I could use a shower now. At least externally ".

We are on our way. As we go down the stairs, I can just hear Ralf's voice. “I could eat you, eat you, suck it off, suck it off. And Yvonne “Do it, little one, do it! Don't force yourself ".

Then we are already in the garden and open our loungers next to Annika.
" There you are finally back, I thought I would have to sleep here alone and lonely, "Annika greets us in a good mood." Did you enjoy yourself? "

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I ask back and stretch out on the lounger. Looked like this from above. "" Of course, "says Annika," your garden shower is brilliant. At first it is very friendly and warm, almost too warm, and then the water becomes cold, ice cold. If you stay under,

She is lying there naked next to me on the couch, Jessica on the other side and I am certainly wondering whether I would even like to fuck her, this not quite one hundred percent lesbian. Would she do that? A tail in her shell? Would she like that? Has she ever had a cock in her clam? A real, stiff tail? And by that, by the right one, I mean mine, of course. Maybe when she feels my Jonny in her shell, she takes off completely and never wants anything more than tails, tails, tails and more tails. Men, men and only men. And above all mine. And I would have converted her.

Converted? I wonder and wonder about myself. Convert to what? What better?

“Don't we want to play something, do something together?” Asks Annika, “we brought Hugo with us, it's a fun board game and not too demanding in this heat.”

“No,” I immediately refuse, “I know Hugo I don't and I don't like to play. At least not such games. "Jessica is not particularly enthusiastic about Annika's idea either.

But Ralf and Yvonne, who are just coming out of the house naked and hugged ." Hugo is exactly the right thing now, "enthuses Yvonne, "Hugo number two, so to speak", and swings Ralf's limp tail back and forth on its skin-like tip.

The three of them sit down at the garden table under the huge parasol and start playing. Jessica stands in the shower and lets herself be showered extensively.

The cheering and the committed comments of the three Hugo enthusiasts somehow turns me on and I stand by them to watch. Hugo has something to do with a ghost and the dice have to be rolled, and when the Hugo symbol is on top of the dice, all three are always particularly vocal in their comments.

Then Jessica stands behind me, leans her cool, wet body against my back, puts her arms around me and pats my balls with one hand, plays with the other on my cock, which after a short time salutes thanks. The three of them start a new game, but are a little distracted by the fact that Jessica moves her hand up and down slowly and regularly on my stand. This kind of play instinct seems to get you moving more than the game on the table. But that can of course also be due to the fact that it is more of an instinctual game.

My stand is pretty close to Annika's head. Suddenly she turns it, stares at him with big eyes, like a rabbit hypnotized by a snake, comes closer with her mouth and encloses the tip of my tail with her lips. Doesn't matter, wait and see. Jessica is stopping her manual labor and we both, Jessica and I, wait for things to come, maybe to come. I have the feeling that my Jonny is still puffing up a lot in Annika's mouth, if that's even possible.

Yvonne and Ralf demand “Keep playing! Keep playing! ", And Annika does that too, but probably not as Ralf and Yvonne imagined. She throws the dice again, Ralf and Yvonne roar Hugo in unison, and I feel joyfully testing her tongue carefully a few times nudges the tip of my tail, then circling it. I feel an extremely pleasant sucking and my stiff slides quite a bit further into Annika's mouth.

Annika's hands are not idle, are between her legs and, as I can see, she has at least two fingers on each hand in its shell.

Yvonne and Ralf are also not idle. Yvonne treats Ralf's cock like the hilt of a two-handed sword, Ralf has some fingers in Yvonne's pussy and slobbers on her breasts like two identical Ibizan hills from Malaga, crowned with raspberries.

Suddenly Yvonne screeches: "We forgot to put the ice cream in the refrigerator!", Jumps up and disappears into the house. Ralf hangs down on his chair and is amazed. Ice cream is probably exactly what he needs least at the moment .

Then he gets up, stands behind Jessica and tries to push his cock into her pussy from behind. For a moment, Jessica's hands clasp my balls and the part of my cock that is not in Annika's mouth, like the handles on a bus that suddenly brakes, then her grip loosens again and she says with an effort in a friendly manner: “No, no , better leave it. Maybe later. Right now I really have enough of one tail, Siggi's tail! "I am really grateful to her for this decision.

Ralf takes a step back and stands around in the area even more depressed than before Yvonne's ice loss with his gnarled, but currently not coveted branch stump. I pull my Jonny out of Annika's mouth and Jessica says to Ralf: "Maybe there's something for you to do here?", Turns to me and we rub each other like two buttered toasted breads.

"And what about me?" Annika asks indignantly, doesn’t anyone ask me what I want? ", opens her mouth. Ralf doesn’t trust himself at first, then approaches hesitantly and his tail disappears between her teeth. But Annika obviously didn’t bite, otherwise Ralf wouldn’t have one of those blissful expression.

"Crap! Shit! ", Yvonne's voice shrills from the house," all mush, all mush, why do I always have to think of such crap! " Something rattles and seems to clatter on the terracotta floor in the kitchen.

Jessica leans back, supports herself with her elbows on the table top, directs my Jonny in front of her thermal baths and I push. To penetrate Jessica, which means to penetrate, to accept her invitation to visit, is always like the rediscovery of an apparently familiar territory, exciting, inspiring.

Annika, still dutifully Ralf's stiffeners between her lips, has stopped all activities and is watching Jessica and me. Then she opens her mouth and lets Ralf's stiff stand on the left. "And now?" Asks Annika, "what do we do now?"

"Yes, what do we do now?", Ralf says, frustrated. The answer is taken

away from you . "Do it as well as we do," suggests Jessica in a fragile voice, "just like that, that’s something!" not like that! ", I chant, just go! Just do it like that! ". And Jessica chants with" Just pop! Just pop! "

Ralf reaches under the armpits of Annika, but doesn’t need to lift her up, Annika is standing in front of him in full height. "Let's not just try it," suggests Ralf, pulls her close and pushes his hard-on between her legs. "But not like her," says Annika and says Jessica and me, "I don't feel like being in a missionary position."

"Nobody prescribes us," says Ralf, "
"Intense," says Annika, "intense!"
"We can give it a try", Ralf urges and tries to fit his boner into her pussi as they stand in front of each other. "Maybe with an enema?"

But she has something against that. Ralf fiddles with her tits, then orders a hand one floor down, organizes a kind of drum roll on her clitoris, which apparently does not behave any differently or more reluctantly than anyone else.

But Annika is simply tall, as tall as Ralf, if not taller. He can't just rivet them down! He has a problem. And Annika too. Although at moments like this there shouldn't be a problem.

I still have my Jonny in Jessica's thermal baths, but we're doing slow motion at the moment because we're both watching Ralf and Annika.

"Now I've got it!", Yvonne announces from the house, "now it's inside."

"Well, that would be my stand too, for example in your pussy," says Ralf, and then Annika says: "We can do it try, I would find it very exciting, "lays back on the table, lifts one of her legs and offers him her fig.

" Fig! Fig? "It shoots through my head. "No, you can't say cowardly," I say to myself, "she is definitely not cowardly!"

Ralf applies his piston and pushes it into Annika's mortar. Will she get him down, his piston? Somehow I have the thought, in a moment, in the next moment, Ralf's flagship runs onto a sandbank, is ground up, torn, crushed, squashed by sharp teeth .

But nothing like that happens.

Ralf fights his way into Annika's ***** without any major problems , which is well lubricated after the entire foreplay. And he pushes in and in and in again and again. Annika has nothing against it, but nothing for it either. She just leaves it with her, or better, with her *****happen. She shows almost no reaction. Watching with interest how Ralf's cock drives his car in and out of a garage in her ***** like a learner driver . In fact, I've never seen anything like it.

Jessica and I are now fucking like two lame parrots who are used to language, so hardly at all. But what the two of us mutually organize, I like much better than the soulless fiddling that Annika and Ralf are trying to do.

And then Yvonne is over Ralf and Jessica. "I'll save our ice cream, and you guys just screw up!", She yells. Her voice rolls over and I conclude that she's serious Two off. I think that's shitty. And you don't like Hugos at all, you old, stupid, lesbian ***** ! " With that she is probably addressing Annika.

Yvonne seems jealous. Addicted to Ralf's eagerness to work with the wrong woman? She throws a barrage on Ralf's ass and back with her fists and thus has the success she hopes for. Ralf bangs Annika no further, Annika dismisses Ralf's stand, who has to cool off again in the erotic Ibizan air within a very short time and swings elastically from the table top. "You're right," she says firmly, "this poking around doesn't do me any good," and begins her self- sufficient boobs game on one of the chairs next door.

"I'll continue with Yvonne", Ralf grumbles, grabs Yvonne, drapes her next to Jessica on the table top, whereas she fights half-heartedly, pushes his stand into her with gentle force from behind***** and begins the continuation **** .

Yvonne does that audibly and visibly well. She can't stretch her ass towards him as far and as wide as she apparently would like. Your ***** seems to be blazing. I wonder for a moment that Ralf's stand doesn't burn to tinder and ashes. When she was just busy with ice cream. And then Ralf doesn't do anything anymore, practically rivets her to the edge of the table with his hard-on, takes a deep breath, tastes Yvonne's ass cheeks, her back, her tits, her stomach and lets her fidget.

Annika sits to my left like a cut and unfolded roll from which the bratwurst has been withheld and continues to indulge in the manual operation. In front of me I have Jessica with my boner in the***** . We don't move an inch. Outwardly Inwardly, Jessica does something like stretching exercises, enclosing, letting go, pressing, liberating. Rhythmical. She obviously has some practice in this. She grins at me. “Well, how do you like this all-round massage?”

Ralf Yvonne is worried to the right of me. Or the other way around, if you like, Yvonne will take care of Ralf. Somehow they care for each other. And pretty heated right now.

"I don't feel like standing up anymore," I say to Jessica. Although we haven't ***** at all in the last five or ten or fifteen minutes , or at least as good as not at all. It just gave enough to watch.

"Luckily," says Jessica, "sometimes you seem to be a real sweetheart. I'm tired of it too. Not that ***** , but this inconvenience, my darling."

"I honey, you treasure chest," I flaunt . "Chest?! Are you serious? "She flutters back." Treasure chest, too, if you want, "I chirp," and besides, there's something when it's both comfortable for both of you when you are birding. "We can continue over there," I say and pull her after me in the direction of the half-empty, limp, lightly moss-covered air mattress in the far corner of the garden under a holm oak, on which Ralf pretends to be doing yoga exercises late in the morning .

On our departure I just notice that Yvonne is now munching on Annika's labia and moaning into a microphone, while Ralf makes her happy from behind in reggae beat. All three obviously enjoy it. Nice, I think, so cheerful. ”

It works too. A residue of lukewarm rainwater has remained on the battered air mattress. It's in the shade and I'm the first to lie with my back in it and it's pleasantly cool. At least for the moment. But then things get hot and Jessica is responsible for that, who incorporates my Jonny. I think it's great that she only wanted Siggi's cock, mine, and not Ralf's too.

"Strong woman," I think to myself, and I cannot and do not want to assess what monogamous, thunderstorm-gray clouds are rising up in my remaining brain cells. In any case, I feel a strong woman, and that is precisely what is much more important to me right now.

What Jessica in the next half hour or so with, pulling on me, is not an event, it's an event. And not only that, it's a special kind of experience.

She spoils me and my Jonny according to all the rules of the art. Art? Which one Art?

My thoughts drift to Mona Lisa with her forever smiling mouth. Maybe it smiles that way because Leonardo had his boner in it before. And she couldn't open her lips because otherwise she would ****** would have run out between the lips. Or maybe she just fucked Leonardo before, and the mixed juices are running out of her vagina while she is smiling so maliciously, and she is smiling because the juices run down her anus, tickling and tingling. Or she just has a cock in her vagina and smiles so mysteriously because nobody can see it in the picture, she feels it anyway and she thinks that a clever observer or, above all, a clever observer will see it naturally, her real and can guess the real situation.

I am intoxicated by my interpretation of the Mona Lisa and now I finally know what to make of this unfathomable, enigmatic smile. And almost forget about it to *****and that I wonderful Jessica ge t **** will. Jessica's friendly pampering really brought me to Mona Lisa. To the smile of a so-called lady, so somehow also a stupid smile.

Mona Lisa back and forth, despite in-depth analysis, I'm really not really interested in anything visible about her. No bare tits, no legs spread ready to receive. I wouldn't swap a Mona Lisa for Jessica with her genuine, unaffected passion for any price in the world.

Because Jessica's lips smile not only unfathomably, but, at least the lower ones, invite me to fathom them, their depths, their slipperiness, their hardness and limits, their widths, their softness and bonyness.

Jessica has several advantages over the Mona Lisa. First, it is three-dimensional. Second: I can piss me off on her tits and she can poke my hands on her tits. Third **** s we together, and the bulk of the action takes Jessica. And fourth, Jessica is blonde. And fifth, my Jonny is in Jessica's ***** and is pampered by her, and sixth, my Jonny is in Jessica's pussy and spoils her. And that is real art.

After all, it is a common genital art that is embodied in the truest sense of the word and understandable for all people. Always renewable and always new, in spite of all techniques and experiences, full of passions, higher and lower, and only present as work in progress in the moment in which it is carried out. Unique, never the same.

And anyway: My brush stirs and rumbles in Jessica's cleansing fields and is thoroughly brushed and squeezed out by her. When he thanks, as if in spite of it, with a load of opaque white, Jessica flushes with an additional hot shower.

After we have promised each other with applause, we recover from the creative process and enjoy ourselves, completely relaxed, like a couple of wrung out towels lying on top of each other, as a total work of art.