Weekends at Schoeneberg
  (A Soldier Making Extra Money)

by: Peter

(© 2009 by the Author)

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Chapter 1

I was stationed in Germany in 1960 at about the start of the sexual revolution back in the states. I was glad to find how successful it was when I got back, but I was discovering that the USA was already way behind Europe in that regard. I was at Coleman Kaserne at Gelnhausen with the 33rd Tank Battalion. I drove a tank. Great duty. I’m Clay Hunter Dalton, Corporal, U.S. Army. I’m six-one, 230 pounds, solid.  Still had my crew cut.  A lot of guys, most, let their hair grow out after landing at their first duty assignment stateside, but I liked the look and feel of short hair. It was easier to take care of and I thought it looked studly; military. Not bragging, I’m not hard to look at. Even guys in the outfit kidded me about my good looks. Said I should be on a recruiting poster. I got a lot of kidding in the showers, too, not just because of the way I’m built, but because I’m hung. Above average. Well above average. Okay, fuckin’ huge! I should say I’m well above average, hanging; huge when I’m hard, although the guys don’t know that because I don’t sport a hardon in the showers. If you can believe it; a fraction under ten inches, and thick so my hand doesn’t reach all the way around it. Guys kid me that I should’ve been black.  Even some of the black guys are jealous.

Gelnhausen is a beautiful city and the people were friendly, especially the frauleins, but the real action was in Frankfurt, about 30 miles west.  It was sort of like the difference between my hometown of Portland, Illinois, and Chicago. On weekends when I could get a pass I headed for Frankfurt. One of those trips, after a night of drinking and whoring around, I went the next morning to a big department store to buy some new civies while I was in town; a sports jacket and a couple pairs of pants.

The Germans being a meticulous race, the sales clerk measured me like he was my tailor. I didn’t see the need for it; I was buying pants off the rack.  He measured me around the waist, slipping his fingers down inside the waist to check the fit. I thought that was a bit intimate but I didn’t say anything. Actually, I didn’t mind him feeling my hard stomach, which was what I thought he was doing. I was proud of my solid abs. When he measured my inseam, he checked and double-checked the measurement, nudging his hand up into my crotch, and pressing his hand against my thigh. He was real attentive, to say the least. He picked out several pairs in my size and came right into the changing booth while I tried them on, to make doubly sure they fit just right. He wasn’t the least bit shy about the watching me strip down to my shorts. I half expected him to make a move on me but he didn’t. I wasn’t sure what I would do if he did.  Mann, how things would change in just a few short weeks.

I hassled over which jacket to buy. The one I really wanted was way too expensive, and I was ready to sacrifice one pair of pants in order to buy it. Then while I was trying it on for about the fifth time, the clerk came over and told me it was on sale; the same price as the other one. When I was checking out I found that the bags contained more than I had purchased. I’d bought two pairs of pants and a jacket, just like I’d planned.  Digging around, I found the jacket, five pairs of pants, a package of three T-shirts and three pairs of briefs and a sport shirt.

“I think you bagged up somebody else’s stuff with mine,” I told the clerk.

“No, it’s all your purchases,” he assured me.

“I only bought two pairs of pants and a jacket. That’s all I paid you for,” I said.

“I know. I was instructed to include the other items,” he said.

“Instructed by who?” I asked.

“The gentleman over there looking at ties,” he replied.

I looked around to see a tall, blonde, slender-built German, well dressed, looked to be in his mid to late thirties. I walked over to him.

“Excuse me sir, but the clerk said you…….”

“Yes, do forgive me, but I saw you trying to decide which pants to buy, and the jacket.”

“And you just bought ‘em?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“I can’t let you do that,” I said. I didn’t know whether to be indignant and pissed, or grateful and accept his generosity but I wasn’t one to accept charity.

“It’s already done. Please don’t make the poor clerk cancel the sale and lose his commission,” he said, and I noticed him looking at my nametag.

I thought about his feeble argument. “You paid for the jacket, too; that wasn’t on sale, was it?” I said.

“Yes. No, it wasn’t on sale, and I bought it.”

“You were going to let me walk out without thanking you,” I said.

“My card is in one of your bags, if you wanted to get hold of me,” he said with a smile.

“Oh.  Okay.  Why?” I asked.

“A small token of appreciation for what you’re doing here.”

“How do you know what I’m doing here?” I asked.

“Well, I can see that you’re a corporal in the US Army. That’s a 33rd Tank Battalion patch on your shoulder, so you’re stationed at Gelnhausen where you and your comrades are keeping the Soviet tanks at bay.”

I blinked with surprise. The guy knew a lot about me and what I was doing there. I sort of appreciated that.

“Well, it’s not something you need to thank me for this way,” I said, holding up the two bags.  “Uncle Sam pays me for doing what I do.”

“Please, let me. I know you soldiers aren’t overpaid. Oversexed, maybe, but not overpaid.”

I laughed. “Well, you’ve got that right, on both counts,” I said.

“If you will permit me to further show my appreciation, I would like to invite you to my home your next weekend pass.  I live a few miles outside of Frankfurt. It will cost you nothing. I will pay your train fare from Glenhausen and my car will pick you up at the station.”

This guy was really freaking me out. I’d never run into any German who expressed appreciation for us being in their country; most of them acted like they would just as soon see us leave, except for what we did for their economy. A lot of the older generation outright resented us; those who still secretly bore allegiance to Hitler and regretted his downfall. There was one segment of the populace who appreciated us being there; that was the German girls. Maybe it was true about us American GIs being oversexed.

“That sounds great, but I don’t know when I’ll get my next pass,” I said.

“Whenever you do, just call the number on my card, collect. I probably won’t be the one to answer, but I will get your message.”

“All right,” I said, nodding. “Thanks. I’ll be in touch. And thanks again for the clothes,” I added, holding up the bags.

“Don’t mention it,” he said.  “Oh, when you come, wear your uniform, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” I said.

I left the store and headed for the station, still wondering about the guy. If he was, say, thirty-five, he would’ve been twenty when the war ended, fifteen when it started; he would’ve known something of what was going on in the Third Reich. Maybe he was trying to make up for it. I wondered if he’d been part of the Hitler Youth. He certainly filled the bill for the Arian super-race. By the time I got back to base, I’d decided I wasn’t going to worry about it. It was too far in the past for me to be concerned with it.

Back at the barracks, I opened the packages of shorts and T-shirts the guy had bought for me.  They weren’t what I was used to wearing, probably because of the price, and because I’d never seen any like them.  The shirts were soft and sort of stretchy so they fit snug without being tight. They had a good neckband that hugged my neck higher than my other shirts, making it look even thicker than it was and the short sleeves were banded to hug my biceps and show them off to good advantage. The shorts were a whole other story. I held a pair up and wondered how I was supposed to get into them. Skimpy was an understatement. They were little more than a waistband with a pouch attached. But I slipped a pair on, pulled them up my thighs and stretched them around my butt as best they would cover, and hefted my manhood to lift it into the pouch. I fill up a pair of regular briefs pretty good; I overflowed these. I tugged the waistband up but the weight pulled it back down, making it dip down in front, almost in a V, right down to the hairline. The bulge in the pouch was almost indecent. The material was sort of clingy and I could actually see the outline, the rim of my cockhead. But I liked them. I liked the look and the feel. I hefted the pouch and let it fall and bounce a couple of times.  It felt good.  The stretchy material made the pouch bounce when I walked. Wearing them around the barracks was another story; I wondered what kind of guff I would get from the guys. I was standing with my back to the door when my roommate, Ryan Stucker, walked in and whistled.

“Damn, stud, you didn’t need to buy special underwear to show off that tight, hard ass of yours,” he said. I turned around and he did a double-take when he saw the front.  “Wow! Where’d you get those? I would like to get some.”

I told him. Other guys noticed when I got brave enough to wear them in the hallway, coming back from the shower, and they asked where I got them. I suspected the store was going to have a run on the things.

 I put in for another pass the minute I got back. We were heading out to Grafenwoehr on maneuvers for three weeks so it would be at least a month before I could get away. 

I didn’t mind maneuvers all that much.  It wasn’t the comfort of the barracks but I loved driving my tank and blowing things up. I loved the camaraderie of being with the guys in the field, and heaven forgive me, I liked playing war games and the prospect of a real war. I dared the Russians to come through the Fulda Gap. And as an added bonus, we didn’t have to shave while we were out there. Oh, and I admit, I sort of liked the special camaraderie of bunking in a two-man tent with Stucker. Not that I had a thing for him—although I think I wished secretly that he would have a thing for me—I just liked being in his studly presence. I think because he was the nearest to me of any other guy in the barracks, in looks and build, and they say birds of a feather flock together. I guess you could say he was my kind of bird.

  The day finally came. Saturday morning inspection went well and by 10:00 o’clock I was on my way to catch the train for Frankfurt.  I was both anxious and curious. As the train pulled into the Hauptbahnhof in Frankfurt I wondered how I was to find the car being sent for me.  I needn’t have worried.  When I got off the train, I saw a man holding a big sign overhead with my last name on it. Not just a man, he was in a uniform and cap, like a real chauffer, which he was. I walked over and introduced myself.

“I’m the guy you’re looking for,” I said.

“Come with me, sir,” he said in crisp English.

I followed him outside to a big, black Mercedes limo. He even opened the back door for me. I climbed in and spread out across a seat that was big enough for a bed. There was a glass shield between the driver and me so there was no conversation. Once he asked me over an intercom if I was comfortable, and told me I could help myself to a drink from the bar. A “few miles out of Frankfurt” turned out to be well over an hour’s drive, counting going through the city.

Almost anywhere in Germany there is only the scenic route, but this was more scenic than anything I’d ever seen.  Some distance outside the city we turned off onto a narrow road that wound around like a snake, leading upward in a gentle, but steady climb. It was hard to tell how far we drove but I was enjoying the scenery and imagining what this guy’s house must look like if this was his front yard. We finally turned off and coasted up to a tall iron gate that swung open majestically.  We crept through the gate, and it closed behind us, then went another half mile or so along a heavily shaded drive till we pulled up in front of the “house.”

“Geezusss!” I whispered under my breath.  This wasn’t a house; it was a mansion. Almost a castle. I was on a fuckin’ estate! I wondered who the guy was, and what he did for a living. The driver got out and as I started to reach for the door handle I pulled my hand back; the guy came around to open my door for me.  As I exited the limo another man/servant came down the wide steps to greet me.

“Welcome to Schoeneberg,” he said with a slight, dignified bow as he took my small travel bag.

“Thank you,” I said. I followed him up the dozen or so wide steps and preceded him through the huge door that he held open for me. Inside, the foyer was the size of a large room with a big round table in the center, graced with a vase that held about a bushel of fresh cut flowers, just like in the movies.

“This way, sir,” he said, with a wave of his hand toward a pair of tall doors to the left. I followed him, but not without getting a glimpse of one of the maids that happened to be leaving the foyer. She was dressed in a black and white maid’s outfit that looked like that of a French maid in a porno flick. High heels and a skirt that came a bare few inches below her butt. I had to turn for another look before he opened the doors for me but she was out of sight.

“Dauummhh!” I swore under my breath, bringing a tight, discreet smile to the man’s face.

“Corporal Hunter Dalton, sir,” the man introduced me to the man who had bought me the clothes at the Kaufhoff. He stood and came across the room to greet me. It was a good distance across the room; the library, or drawing room, I never knew which was which.   

“Welcome, Corporal Dalton,” he greeted me warmly, taking my hand. “I trust you had a comfortable ride.”

“Very,” I said. “The countryside is beautiful. As is your house. When you told me you had a house in the country, I never dreamed it would be anything like this.”

“Thank you. It dates back to my great, great, great something or other grandfather, from the days when the Germanic states were still feudal states.”

“Looks like your grandfather won the feud,” I said, bringing a chuckle from the man.

“I want you to enjoy it while you’re here,” he said. “Everything you see is at your disposal.”

“I never got your name when we first met,” I said, still looking all around the room in awe, and I’d forgotten what it said on the card.

“Kurt Keppler,” he said.

“Keppler. I’d heard the name, and it suddenly dawned on me.  “Are you…..?”

“Yes, that Keppler,” he said with a smile.

“Hell yes, everybody’s heard of Keppler,” I said. “Everybody I know who can afford it, is buying a Keppler stereo to ship back to the states when they go.”

“That’s good to hear, it takes a lot to keep this place running,” he half joked. “Would you like a drink before I suggest the plans for the day?”

“I’ve become partial to German beer,” I said.

He pulled on a thick corded rope and a moment later the manservant appeared.

“Two beers, Hans,” he said.

“Right away, sir.”

“Do you like to ride?” Kurt asked.

“I haven’t ridden since I used to go riding on my grandfather’s farm,” I said.

“After you’ve enjoyed your beer, Hans will take you to your room and outfit you with proper riding attire. We don’t want to mess up your uniform. Do you shoot?” he asked. “Of course you do, you’re a soldier. I planned that we would ride up to the shooting lodge….it’s a pleasant ride….where we will have lunch, then if you like, we can go to the range. Or you can simply lounge around the lodge and enjoy the scenery. The choice is yours.”

“I think I would like to try your shooting range,” I said.

“Very well. We will see how capable you are of protecting our country.”

“I’m an expert rifleman,” I said.

Hans came with our beer and Kurt showed me around his library, pointing out the books that graced the walls all the way up to the ceiling.

“How many of these have you read?” I asked.

“Very few to completion,” he said.  “Most have probably never been opened. But it’s comforting to have all this knowledge around me.  There are the classics, ancient and modern history of about every civilization known to man, the complete works of Shakespeare, Schiller and Hugo, sports books, science manuals, and even an extensive collection of pornography.” He laughed when he saw my expression. “I happen to believe pornography is a form of literature and art,” he said.

“I’ll drink to that,” I said, raising my beer.

“Do feel free to browse while you’re here,” he said.

“Is there a Mrs. Keppler, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“There is a former Mrs. Keppler. She lives in the city,” he replied. He didn’t volunteer anything more and I didn’t ask.

“What kind of a staff does it take to run a house this size?” I asked.

“Not as much as you might think; my driver and butler, the gardener, the stableman, and two maids, and casual labor as needed. All other work is contracted out.”

“I think I saw one of your maids when I came in,” I said with an arched brow.

He laughed heartily. “That would be Elga, or Nina,” he said.

“Wouldn’t matter to me which one it was,” I joked, causing him to laugh again.  “When you said everything I see is at my disposal……”

“They are certainly not out or reach or off limits, if you wish to get to know them better, I’m sure they would be very accommodating,” he said.

“I definitely would like to get to know them better, at least the one I saw,” I said. Things were looking up already.

“They are both equally beautiful,” he said. “Well, shall we get you outfitted for riding,” he said.

He rang for Hans who took me upstairs to my room, which turned out to three rooms plus a bath with a large dressing area.  It was like a luxury apartment. The bathroom alone was bigger than my room that I shared in the barracks. There was a huge tub resting on clawed feet and a larger sunken, enclosed sauna with shower sprays overhead. I wondered if the fixtures were gold plated or solid. There was a large fireplace. The bed was a huge four-poster, the posts the size of tree trunks. When I inspected them closer I found they were carved tree trunks. The bed was piled high with mattresses and pillows.  An ornately carved wardrobe took up nearly one wall and was at least eight feet tall.

Hans showed me around, including the rope I could pull to bring him running, then laid out my riding clothes and left me to change.

“If you need help with the boots, just ring for me,” he said.

“No, I think I can manage,” I said.

I stripped down to my briefs—the little ones that Kurt had bought for me, because I thought I should wear them—and donned the riding outfit. Not that he was going to see me in them, but it seemed the right thing to do. The pants fit like they were tailored for me; tapered in the legs and tight around the thighs. Tight everywhere, actually. My butt was really stuffed into the back, and the cut of the cloth left a rather large bulge in front. I would learn later that Kurt had gotten my measurements from the clerk at the clothing store and had the outfit specially made for me. The shirt fit snug across the shoulders and chest so it looked like I was bulging out of it. A pair of high, dull-finish riding boots sat at the foot of the bed. I found out what Hans meant about possibly needing help; I had a hell of a time getting the boots on. When I was dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. Hell, even I was impressed with the clothes and the way I filled them out.  I looked like something out of a swashbuckling movie. I flexed my pecs and could see them jounce beneath the snug material. I thought if I flexed my arm, I might rip the sleeve. I brushed my hand down over the front of the pants and gave the bulge a push but it came right back. Nothing I could do about that. I went down to meet Hans.

We walked the good distance to the stables where two fine looking horses were saddled and waiting. I noticed a large swimming pool off to the side and looked forward to going for a swim later. A strikingly good looking young man, almost a boy, held the steeds while we mounted them. It felt good to sit in a saddle again. We rode at a leisurely pace up the long, rugged trail that led to a rustic lodge nestled in the dark, thick woods. Inside, a rather elaborate lunch was waiting. We ate at a leisurely pace, and drank more beer. Afterwards Kurt showed me the shooting range, built into the side of the mountain. I demonstrated that I was more than capable of protecting his country. Kurt was a pretty good shot himself.

“Were you ever in the German Army?” I asked. 

“Yes, for two years, but it wasn’t active duty as you have in your army, full time soldiering,” he said. “We learn the basics, but our country depends primarily on you American GIs.”

After shooting, we went back to the lodge to relax with brandy.  I would’ve preferred beer, but Kurt didn’t ask.

“When we get back to the house you can browse the library, or use the pool, as you wish,” he said. “Personally, I do not like the water, but I’m sure you would like to go swimming.”

“I would, very much, but I didn’t bring a suit,” I said.

“You don’t need one here,” he said.  He smiled.  “The staff is quite used to nude swimmers.”

“Elga and Nina, too?” I asked with a grin.

He laughed out loud.  “They often swim nude as well,” he said. “My staff has full privileges on the estate; riding, shooting, swimming.”

My eyes must’ve lit up.  “I don’t suppose they would be permitted, or convinced to join me in the pool….Nina and Elga, I mean,” I said with a mischievous grin.

“Absolutely,” he said. “I will tell Hans to tell them you invited them.”

“Just like that?” I asked, blinking with surprise.

“My staff is at your disposal, Corporal,” he said with a knowing look.

“Don’t say that unless you mean it, Mr. Keppler,” I said.

“Please, Kurt,” he said. “Of course, I don’t force them to do anything they’re not comfortable with, but I’m sure they would be more than comfortable with you. The estate is completely private. I invited you here to enjoy yourself. And be assured that Elga and Nina are of good quality. They visit the clinic on a regular basis, so you won’t go back with any kind of uncomfortable or embarrassing condition.”

“That’s good to know, but I don’t want them to feel like they’re obligated to……”

“Oh, I hardly think they will feel obligated once they meet you,” Kurt cut in.

“Whew! You’re making me anxious to get back,” I said. Fuck I was getting horny.  I wasn’t sure what the setup was at Schoeneberg, but Kurt was offering me the company of two gorgeous, built frauleins, if Elga looked anything like Nina; or vice versa; I still didn’t know which one I’d seen.

When we got back to the house, Hans met me at my rooms with an armload of heavy towels. He laid them on the bed and took one and folded it long ways and spread it neatly across the bed. “I’ll leave this one here for you to wear down to the pool, and put the rest of them at the pool. There is a back stairway to the deck, down the hallway and to your right,” he said.

“Thanks, Hans,” I said as I took off my shirt. “Hans…..”

He paused at the door and turned around.

“The two maids….Elga and Nina….are they, uh….I mean, do I….can I just….have them….you know what I mean?” I stammered.

  He took a moment to look me up and down. “I daresay, they will probably have you, sir,” he said.

I blinked and laughed and he smiled.

“I will tell them that you’ve invited to swim with you, as Mr. Keppler said.”

“Yes, please do.”

Okay, they apparently didn’t want me parading through the house naked. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist and knotted it. There was barely enough to make a knot. I wondered about the way Hans had folded it, so it barely covered my butt, and it didn’t cover me completely in front, so what was the point in wearing it. I glanced in the mirror and there was a good two inches of my cock hanging out.  I tugged the towel lower on my waist, down to the hair, and only the tip of the head showed. I made my way down the hallway and down the back stairs that opened up on the deck. The water looked inviting. And the pool was big enough for swimming some serious laps. Hell, the width of it was enough for swimming laps. There was no diving board but the depths were marked, from three feet to nine feet. I looked all around, feeling suddenly conspicuous, about to bare myself to nature and everybody. I think I was looking for Nine or Elga.  I doffed my towel and walked to the length of the pool to the deep end.  I didn’t like wading in like a pussy or sticking my toe in the water to see how cold it was; I liked to dive right in and get over the shock.

My cut through the water when I dove in wasn’t as good as it could’ve been; I was out of practice. I swam the length of the pool then back, and was heading back to the shallow end when I had to surface for air.  When I broke the surface I was greeted by a sight that guys only dream about. There was Elga, or Nina, standing at the end of the pool, stark naked. I was momentarily stunned.  She was so perfectly molded that she looked like a statue. The thing that struck me was that she was shaved.  I nearly gasped when I saw smooth flesh right back between her legs. I’d never even seen a shaved pussy before. I liked it. It sent chills through me.

“May I join you?” she asked in perfect English.

“Yes, please do,” I said as I swam up and grabbed hold of the edge of the pool. It was an instinctive move, at first, to hide my manhood from her, but then I realized how foolish that was. The sight of her took my breath away….there I was, looking right up between her legs, within easy arm’s reach….and I had to take in a hard breath of air. When I saw she was going to wade in, I stood and put my hand up to help her. I saw her eyes rake over my body and drop to my manhood with a look that I could only describe as surprised appreciation. I don’t shrivel up much when I’m in the water and the water wasn’t that cold to begin with. I think my cock thinks all water is a shower, and it loves the shower. I helped her into the water and stood back from her, to look at her and to let her look at me. 

“Are you Elga or Nina?” I asked.

“I am Nina. Elga will be out in a moment,” she said.  “Your name is Hunter?”

“Yes.” I dove sideways and swam to the deeper end of the pool before my cock turned into a steel anchor and pulled me under. No doubt, Nina was there for a reason but I didn’t want to rush things. I stood in water up to my neck and watched as she tilted back gracefully to float on her back. Oh, Fuck! The way she undulated her body in the water drove me nuts. Her legs spreads out a little, teasingly, made me want to swim up between them and dock my tongue in her smooth pussy. I’d never eaten pussy before but I knew instantly that I wanted to try it and I was drooling over this one. It was a good thing I had my feet planted firmly on the bottom of the pool because my cock was acting up in a big way. I ducked under and swam toward Nina. I surprised her by swimming under her so our butts rubbed together. She squealed with delight and floundered to stand in the water that was not quite up to her tits. Fuck, talk about flotation devices! I swam past her and she smacked my bare butt playfully. I decided to get bold too. I twisted over so I was on my back and floated past her with my cock sticking up out of the water like a periscope. Nina let out a little gasp and clasped her hand over her mouth when she saw me. Okay, we had that out of the way—my size—in case she wanted to rethink things. I’d never had a girl run away screaming with fright but I’d had a few who gave it serous consideration before taking me on.

“So big!” she said, giggling, when I swam back towards her, this time face down.

I shrugged, as if to say, nothing I can do about it. Just then Elga came out, also naked, and also shaved. Kurt was right, they were both equally beautiful. The two started chattering in German which I didn’t fully understand, except that I figured out that they were talking about me, my muscles, and the size of my cock. I saw Elga’s eyes light up when Nina apparently told her how big I was. She let out a little gasp and a squeal when I came up out of the water to help her wade out into the pool, and to prove whatever Nina said was true. I should’ve been ashamed for being such an egotistical showoff but I wanted to impress these girls, and I could see that a big cock and muscles impressed them.

We swam and cavorted around for a while, playfully, not really making overtures to each other, but all of us making it pretty clear that overtures would be welcomed. My cock alternated between hopeless, dejected rubberiness and proud, hard anticipation; like it wasn’t sure it was going to get any or not and there wasn’t any sense in standing tall and showing off if it wasn’t. All the while I was thinking about how I was going to bury my face in these gorgeous twats. Geezusss, I couldn’t remember ever being so hungry for pussy.  Ever.

Elga climbed out of the pool and stretched out on a large padded, mattress thing, face up, tits standing firm and her pussy winking at the sun. I looked at Nina and she glanced over at Elga with a knowing smile. The message I got was, she’s ready and waiting, go have at it. Okay, time to establish a beachhead.  I swam down to the ladder to climb out of the pool so I wouldn’t drag my cock against the side of the pool climbing up over the edge.  I brushed the water off my chest and stomach and it ran in a river, right down my cock like I was pissing.  My cock lolled out proudly, impressive but not threatening. I think it was still waiting to be sure of some action before it bothered to get hard again. It doesn’t like rejection. By the time I walked the length of the pool to where Elga was lying it was standing up at a sharp angle, throbbing and quivering; yeah, that quick.  My cock can sense pussy a mile away. Little did it know that it was in competition with my tongue this time. I wanted to eat this pussy! Something my cock definitely was not used to.  It was okay with playing second fiddle to my fingers now and then, but not my tongue..

I stood at her feet, stroking my cock, caressing it for her benefit. She cooed something and her eyes sort of fluttered. As I moved down on one knee, she cocked her knees up. When I was on both knees, she set her feet wider apart in a welcoming gesture. Yeah, she was sure as hell putting herself at my disposal.  I put my hands on her knees and she lifted her legs high and wide.

“I am ready,” she said with a moist gleam in her eye.

She didn’t have to tell me. Lying there holding her legs out wide, pretty much gave me the picture. And if that wasn’t enough, I could see her pussy was palpitating in a steady, sensual rhythm, winking at me, as if to say, come on big boy, show me what you can do. I moved up over her on all fours and lowered my face to her right tit.  I love sucking tits, especially when they’re nice and firm with big nipples.  She had ‘em. I like big/huge tits, too; like to bury my face between them, and I love fucking through a pair of huge tits, into a woman’s mouth.

I sucked on her tit for a moment, causing her to moan and writhe under me, actually thrusting herself at me, then moved to the other one. She put her hands on the back of my head and guided me from one to the other. Her nipples got bigger. Meanwhile, my cock was throbbing and bucking down there between my legs, begging me to move closer to the target.  I did and the head of my cock kissed her pussy and rubbed against it each time I throbbed. Within a couple of minutes, my cock had poured out enough precome to lubricate a crankshaft.

“Please…..I am so ready,” Elga whispered again, sounding anxious.

  “Yeah, so am I,” I said as I eased my hips forward, nudging my cock against her. My cock was like a heat-seeking missile. It found the target and penetrated like a bunker-buster going through concrete, without much help from me. Only it wasn’t concrete, it was soft, warm folds of pussy opening up and enveloping me.  I didn’t plunge into her like a rocket; I eased in slow but steady, gauging the depth by her eyes and her tiny moans and gasps of surprise.

“Oh, my Godd!” she gasped at one point and I stopped.

“Too much?” I asked. She felt snug and I didn’t want to hurt her. I mean, I know I’m a horse, I don’t need to prove it by plowing in like a Clydesdale. I glanced down at our juncture and saw that I had about four inches to go.

“Nooo,” she cooed.  “So big, but not too much when I get used to it.”

I fed her the last four inches nice and slow, pausing and twisting my hips around to make my cock lob around inside her and maybe stretch her. Finally, she wrapped her legs around me, locked her ankles around my butt and pulled me all the way in tight.

She moaned and closed her eyes and there was another tiny moan that wasn’t mine and I looked up to see Nina standing right in front of us. She looked sort of helpless, horny, jealous….she looked like she was wanting something and I could see her smooth pussy palpitating. I watched her as I fucked Elga with long, easy, full-cock strokes. She was able to handle me real good. I was able to bury it and wish I had more to give her. She loved it when I buried it hard and deep and twisted my hips around. I think I was rubbing her clit because her eyes got real wide when I did that.

Suddenly I realized my mouth was watering from watching Nina’s pussy. I mean, I was swallowing mouthfuls of spit.  I’ve been a bona fide pussy-hound since I was fourteen but I had never gotten this excited over it. I instinctively flicked my tongue out, realized I did it, and did it again, on purpose the second time. I slid my tongue back and forth across my lips and flicked it like a snake poised to attack. Nina got the hint and moved up to stand astraddle her friend, squarely in front of me so I was face to face with her pussy.  I leaned forward and lapped my tongue up between her legs. She moaned and set her feet apart so I could lick her pussy. She pulled the lips open for me to expose her cunt and her clit. She smelled like roses.

Fuck, I went nuts!  For a guy who had never eaten pussy, I guess I was doing okay. Nina clasped her hands around the back of my head and ground her pussy in my face. I curled my tongue up inside her as far as I could reach and felt her clit rubbing against my upper lip. She squealed with pleasure, which brought Elga’s eyes open. I wasn’t ignoring Elga; my tongue and my cock were working in tandem, giving them both pleasure at the same time, not to mention what I was getting out of it.

Suddenly, I wanted to give Elga the same pleasure I was giving Nina. I eased my cock out and crouched back and buried my face between her legs. He pussy was wide open from my cock and I literally buried my mouth inside her, reaching way up inside her with my tongue.  She yelled and clasped her hands on my head.

I was in a quandary. I was so hot and turned on and I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to eat pussy or fuck it. I did both. I raised up and drove my cock back inside her and leaned up to lick Nina’s cunt. Then I returned to eat Elga’s pussy. Then an idea came to me. I guided and maneuvered Nina into a position where she was half-lying on top of her friend, supported on her hands and feet so both of their pussies were right there in front of me.  Talk about doubling your pleasure.  I began licking and tonguing them in turn, and fucking them each in turn. Nina let out a loud, surprised gasp when she first felt my cock prying her apart but after that it was only moaning and writhing and begging for her turn on it. It was the wildest sex I’d ever had. Not the first time I’d been with two women at the same time, but those other times were nothing like this. I couldn’t get enough, and they couldn’t get enough of me. They moaned and squealed and begged me to fuck them, lick their pussies, fuck them, eat their pussies, fuck them….shit, I could barely keep up with their demands.

I was as hot as I’d ever been in my life and so wrapped up in what I was doing that I lost my concentration, and suddenly I felt the trigger click down behind my balls. 

“Ohh, Fuck!” I swore as I grabbed the base of my cock in an attempt to thwart it, but it was too late.  I was frantically trying to find the nearest pussy to plunge into when Nina realized what was happening.

“Let us see!” she cried, as she moved off to the side so her friend could watch too.

It wasn’t the way I’d planned the grand finale, but if that’s what they wanted….I raised up and started fisting my cock like a teenager. Fuck, it was going to be a ball-buster. It was going to turn my balls inside out and make my asshole draw up in a tight pucker.  It was going to make my asshole hurt. I worked it up with a frenzy till I felt it coming then I slammed my fist hard in my pubes and waited. My cock bolted steel hard in my fist, the head swelled out to an enormous size, all tight and purple, then I felt the powerful jolt of semen gushing through the thick seminal vessel along the bottom of my cock. I eased my grip to let it out. I came so hard it jolted me, jerking my hips forward. The stuff shot out like a long, thick rope, a solid six-foot rope of cum, before it detached from my cock and sailed further, shit, way up over Elga’s head, to land with a slippery splat on the deck. It was thick, too; it looked like a giant, white slug had suddenly crawled up on the deck. I’d squeezed my cock to hold back and let the pressure build up and when I released it I shot off another rope that slithered up across Elga’s face and hair and puddled on the deck above her head.  Another splattered squarely in her face when she lifted her head to get a better view. Nina, not wanting to miss out, leaned over her friend to receive the next one in her face. She squealed with delight and opened her mouth for the next one. I landed it. I don’t know how many times my cock belched, maybe a dozen, but by the time I was done my asshole ached and my balls were tight in my crotch from the trauma. Nina and Elga were streaked with semen, ropes of it clinging to their faces and tits and in their hair. It was not only a powerful load, it was so fuckin’ thick. Fuck, I was damn near proud of it.

I teetered on my knees like a tree in a windstorm, feeling a little lightheaded.  I let go of my cock, surprised at the powerful throb it gave my fist before it sort of fell straight out to salute the two pussies it had just serviced.  I leaned to one side and stumbled to my feet and more or less fell into the pool. It was the most incredible fuck I’d ever had.

When the two girls had wiped themselves off and mopped up the semen off the deck, I thought they would come into the pool with me. Believe it or not, I was recuperating fast and getting hungry again. But they laughed and smiled with satisfaction and waved at me as they headed back into the house, chattering excitedly.  I swam a little bit, mostly I floated, I was so weak, and enjoyed the total relaxation in the warm sun.

When I thought my legs would support me, I climbed out of the pool and grabbed the towel I’d worn down and wrapped it around my waist.  Walking to the house, I wondered where Kurt was; I hadn’t given him a thought the whole time. It was late in the afternoon. My legs were so weak I could barely get up the stairs. Hans met me in the hallway.

“Did you enjoy your swim?” he asked with a tight, knowing smile.

“Yes. Very much,” I replied.  I hadn’t given Hans a thought, either, but I suspected the old guy had watched everything. “I think I’ll take a nap, if that’s all right.”

“Certainly. I’m sure you need it. I’ll wake you in time for dinner.”  Yeah, he had watched us. Hell, I didn’t blame him. I would’ve watched too if I were him.

I stretched out on the bed on my stomach, naked. The bed was so big I felt like a little boy taking up the space. I let my mind wander back to my boyhood days, specifically when I was fourteen.   

To be continued...

Posted: 12/04/09