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All Things Come... Ch. 01

By: satyricon.21



September.

Frau Kurtz tapped her pencil against her teeth. She was short and plump and ugly and immaculately dressed, and I was absolutely positive that she was a complete bitch. I smiled cheerfully at her and waited.

'You're unlike the other candidates,' she said at last. Her English was slow and she had a heavy accent. 'Could you tell me why you are applying for the position?' I'd wondered about that myself.

'I was invited to attend this interview by the parents of... I forget their names, I'm afraid. I have a certain reputation for persuading difficult pupils to apply themselves to improving their English. I'm here out of curiosity, mainly. I've never lived in Austria, but they sent me the air ticket, so...' She frowned.

'You seem a rather unsettled person, and you are very casually dressed.' I stood up.

'If that's all, Frau Kurtz, I'll be on my way. I'm sure that there are many suitable candidates anxious to be insulted.' I didn't really care what she thought about me. I like myself a lot and I'm the one that counts. Also, I knew there weren't any other candidates. She scrambled up as I turned towards the door.

'Herr Lancer, please. I did not mean to be critical. Let me tell you about Karl and Ulrika.' I let her soothe me and sat down again. I was employed again. No surprise.

* * * * * * *

'I have a certain reputation...' I smiled to myself as I unpacked my one suitcase. The house was plenty big enough and they'd given me a room on the top floor, with an adjoining one that I'd use as a classroom. We'd struck the standard deal. They housed and fed me until the summer and gave me regular spending money. If the student passed the exams they paid me a handsome cash bonus, equivalent to one year's fees at a private school. I always make my bonus. This year there were two students. Bonanza. 

All upper class parents in Europe want their kids to speak fluent English. I'm not a particularly gifted teacher, but quite early on in my career I found out that if I spend enough time with someone, and concentrate on feeling my way into their skin, I can somehow tune in to their mental wavelength and find out how to modify their attitudes. It's not automatic: in fact it takes time to make stubborn kids receptive, but once it happens and they want to learn it's easy to fill them so full of English that they slosh when they walk. Being a private tutor means I get to spend enough time with the student to tune in properly. I'm useless with large classes or with students who only want a few hours a week. Karl and Ulrika were going to spend three hours a day with me after school, and I guessed they were going to be very grumpy bunnies at first. Spoiled rich kids who've come to the end of the conventional educational road are my speciality, and by now I can pick and choose. I'm the teacher of last resort.

There's an unexpected bonus too. As I've become more experienced with tweaking these kids' motivation buttons so that they want to learn, I've discovered that I can influence them in other ways. It's not control exactly; it's more being able to sense their psychological profiles and apply a little pressure here and there. It's difficult to explain. The nearest comparison is yachting. It's not the wind that dictates the course of a sailboat: it's the guy who sets the sails. If he does it right the boat goes where he wants it to, even against the wind. I started off applying this principle to work attitudes and study techniques, but now I've broadened my approach. I'm not an unscrupulous guy, but.... temptation is a terrible thing.

I finished unpacking and looked round the room that would be my home for the next few months. Karl and Ulrika's father was the CEO of a very large engineering conglomerate and it showed. The room wasn't over furnished, but what there was, was top of the range. The bathroom was luxurious, the shower stall was modern and spacious, and the bed was large enough for a cocktail party. Simple and tasteful. This would be another good year. I put my laptop on the dressing table and lay down on the bed, wondering about Karl and Ulrika. They sounded like typical rich kids: alternately spoiled and neglected. 

* * * * * * * * * *

One floor below, Ulrika lay on her bed, seething with resentment. School was bad enough: the nuns watched over them like hawks, and now there was going to be a private tutor as well. Her father was away most of the time and her mother was wrapped up in the endless whirl of Viennese high society, but Frau Kurtz was housekeeper and jailer and was as bad as any nun. There wouldn't be any chance of avoiding the extra classes. She didn't know whether to feel anger or despair. Frau Kurtz had said that the new tutor would be eating with them tonight, so that they could get to know one another before the classes started. She'd said he was English and in his thirties. So, an old man with a sad job. Just her luck. She swung herself off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror.

A slim beauty stared back from the glass: blonde hair cut in a pageboy and framing her face gently, sullen blue-green eyes, and a wide mouth with a defiant pout. She was still dressed in the school uniform that she hated. A white blouse with a Peter Pan collar and long sleeves hid the upper part of her body and a knee length tartan skirt covered the rest. White socks and 'sensible' shoes completed the outfit. The nuns checked skirt lengths every day and she felt like a frump. Gazing at her reflection she began to undo the blouse.

As she undid the buttons slowly she felt a tingle of anticipation. She loved this game. She took her time untucking the blouse from her skirt and ran her hands up her body. As they brushed over her breasts the tingle increased, and she sensed her nipples stirring and stiffening. She unbuttoned the sleeves and let the blouse fall to the floor. Her breasts pushed against the plain white bra that the school insisted on and she could see the little bumps of her teats breaking the smooth curve. She stroked them again, guiltily enjoying the sensation.

She lowered her hands and ran them inside the waistband of the skirt, then undid the button and zip. The heavy material slid down her legs, pooling round her ankles, and she stepped out of it delicately. Conservative white panties reached almost to her navel. The nuns checked those as well. Anything even slightly daring was rewarded with detention. She pushed her hand under the waistband of the panties and stroked her pubic tuft with two fingers. She could feel a hint of dampness beginning to form between her legs and she clenched her thighs, forcing the moist petals of her pussy gently together. She withdrew her hand and tugged the panties up tight against her crotch, rubbing the material between her folds, shivering as the flow of moisture increased. She turned round and looked at her buttocks, admiring the way they filled the taut material, then bent over and reached her hand round to pull the panties up tight there as well, watching the fabric stretch and slide into the crease of her ass, revealing the soft globes entirely. With both hands she pulled her cheeks apart and saw a hint of her own pink lips. 

Standing up again, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra. Her breasts weren't large, but their weight pulled the garment forward and she slipped her hands into the cups and ran her thumbs over her nipples. The tingle between her legs was a hot itch by now, and she dropped the bra and pushed her hands into her panties again. Still watching her reflection she curled her middle finger round into her pussy and slid it gently along the crack. As she did so the tip of her nail brushed her clitoris and a tremor ran through her. With her other hand she stroked her buttocks and ran the forefinger down the crease. She paused deliberately and let the finger wander round the rim of her asshole. The muscles in her groin flexed involuntarily and she felt her pussy moisten even more as it squeezed her finger. Now she was impatient; the best part of the game was close. 

She licked the fingers she had touched herself with, enjoying the different tastes, then, pulling the panties down and kicking them off, she stripped off her shoes and socks and walked into the bathroom. The closed shower stall had mirrored walls and she smiled at herself as she turned on the water. The tangle of blonde hair that covered her pussy flattened as the water ran over her and she could see the outline of her lips peeping through. She unclipped the flexible shower head and sank to her knees, splaying her legs and looking at herself in the mirror. She directed the warm spray onto her breasts, and with her other hand fumbled at the soap dispenser. A soft globule of scented gel dribbled onto her palm and she brought it down to her pussy. Gently she rubbed it in, feeling the lather mixing with her own juices and coating her with a smooth layer of perfumed foam. Flexing her body, she rubbed the shower head against her nipples, and bolts of pleasure chased each other from her breasts to her clitoris and back again. She reached down and wriggled the tip of a finger into her asshole, clenching her sphincter and enjoying the smooth invasion of her secret place. With the heel of her hand she maintained the pressure on her clitoris and felt desire swell within her.

In the soap dish there was an old razor that she sometimes used to shave her armpits when she couldn't be bothered to depilate. Now she reached up for it and ejected the blade. The handle was round studded plastic, to improve the grip, she supposed, and she smiled as she thought how apt that was. She rubbed it across her pussy, feeling the little nubs drag across her lips. Her breathing was rapid, and she gasped as she drew the handle across her clit. Rubbing it into the gel again she reached under herself and eased it gently into her anus. Her sphincter was stretched and pulled by the rough handle and she clamped down on it as she moved the razor to and fro. She scrabbled round with her heels and pressed her ass cheeks together with them. Her soft flesh closed over the razor and when she rolled her hips she could feel it move inside her. The strained position had opened her pussy even wider and she could see the delicate folds being pulled apart, and the warm cavern peeping shyly behind them. With the tips of her fingers she rotated the end of the razor and moaned as the plastic handle scraped the rim of her ass again. 

Now she moved the shower head to her pussy, directing the spray at her clit. With her other hand she pulled and rolled her nipples, willing the sensations to travel down to her cunt. As the water washed away the gel she could see her clit, red and swollen, vibrating slightly in the force of the spray. Her lips were puffy and flushed, and she pushed two fingers into herself, sliding them into her tunnel in one smooth wave of bliss. She spread them slightly and could feel the handle of the razor through the delicate membrane that separated her cunt from her bowels. She flexed her thighs again and the muscles of her sphincter closed down on the razor; her fingers curled forward, the knuckles pressing against the back wall of her vagina, and her nails scraped her G spot gently. The spray massaged her clitoris and as her pleasure peaked she convulsed in a shock of pleasure that flowed outwards from the centre of her body and flooded every corner of her. She dropped the spray and leaned back, panting as the sensations faded. Her thighs relaxed and the razor slipped from her body, leaving a feeling of emptiness. The game was always good but it was never quite enough. She rose to her feet and began to wash her hair.

* * * * * * * * * *

At eight o'clock I made my way reluctantly down the wide staircase. Supper, Frau Kurtz had said, so that you can get to know your new students. Well, I was hungry anyway and I'd have to meet them sooner or later. They didn't sound like the nicest kids in the world. Ulrika was the eldest, almost nineteen, but Karl was less than a year younger than her and had turned eighteen the week before. Their behaviour and attitude had meant that they'd been bounced from school to school as one head teacher after another had given up on them. Frau Kurtz had rolled her eyes as she explained.

'Herr Lancer, they're both at least a year older than their classmates, two in Ulrika's case, and their father is at his wit's end. They have a long record of driving teachers to distraction. You come highly recommended, but I sincerely doubt that there is anything that can be done in the short time before their final school exams. In my opinion they need firm discipline and plenty of it.' Sadistic old bitch, I thought. If my parents had neglected me and left me with you I'd be a burnout too. I smiled politely.

'My methodology produces results, Frau Kurtz. We'll see how they respond.' 

The dining room was formal and uncomfortable. I was the first to arrive so I sat at one end of the table and looked round. Portraits and prints, a dresser full of silver, an empty fireplace; I didn't think I'd be eating many meals here.

Frau Kurtz arrived with Karl and Ulrika in tow. She pushed them forward as I stood up.

'Herr Lancer, these are your new students. Karl, Ulrika, greet the teacher properly please.' Karl ducked his head formally and offered his hand. I shook it and looked at Ulrika. She shot Frau Kurtz a glance of pure hatred and then made a reluctant curtsey. I stepped forward and took her hand and shook it.

'No need for formality here: we'll be spending plenty of time together over the next few months. My name's Luke and I'm delighted to meet you both.' Frau Kurtz' mouth opened in surprise.

'Herr Lancer, we must maintain the formalities...'

'Not to worry, Frau Kurtz,' I told her. 'You can call me Luke too. Tell me how I should address you, please.' Her lips clamped tight.

'You may address me as Frau Kurtz, as Karl and Ulrika do. You are sitting in my place.'

'I do apologise. I hadn't imagined that it mattered.' I stepped round her and winked at Karl and Ulrika. They looked startled and Karl nudged Ulrika surreptitiously. I sighed. I'd have to deal with this old cow before long or we'd never make any progress.


As we ate I examined them. They were good looking kids, fair and slim, but there was no spark in them. They were dressed conservatively, in clothes that they certainly hadn't chosen for themselves, and they spoke only when spoken to. Frau Kurtz tried to make conversation.

'Herr Lancer, I hadn't realised that you spoke German. Where did you learn our language?' A wave of nostalgia swept over me.

'I had a German girlfriend for a while, but I haven't spoken German for some time.' I smiled at Ulrika. 'Maybe you and your brother will be able to help me. English in exchange for German: that seems fair.' Frau Kurtz drew in her breath sharply.

'I hope that Karl and Ulrika will be far too busy learning to have any time for teaching,' she said heavily. That was the end of that conversation. We finished the meal in silence and then the kids were sent to their rooms to do homework. As they trailed out of the dining room Frau Kurtz turned to me.

'Herr Lancer, you must be firm with them, with the girl especially. Their father is insistent that they pass their English exams with distinction.' 

'Frau Kurtz,' I said, 'so far your methods appear to have failed quite spectacularly. I'll choose the approach that I feel suits my students best and we'll see what happens.' I pushed my chair back and stood up. 'Good night, Frau Kurtz.'

* * * * * * * * * *

The next evening at five o'clock I was waiting in the 'classroom'. There was a tap on the door and Karl and Ulrika shuffled in, followed by Frau Kurtz. I motioned the kids to seats at the table where I was sitting and looked at the housekeeper.

'Thank you Frau Kurtz.' I waited. She looked round and then sat on a chair in the corner of the room.

'I shall be here during the lessons, Herr Lancer, to ensure that the children concentrate.' Like hell you will, I thought. I turned to Karl.

'Do you have your father's mobile number?' He looked surprised.

'I can never remember it, but it's in my phone.' He dug his mobile out of his pocket and pressed buttons. I took the phone from him and hit "call". 

'I'm sorry that the start of the lesson will be delayed. This will only take a minute.' After four rings the phone was answered.

'Karl, what is it?' 

'Herr Fischer, I'm Luke Lancer, the English teacher that you engaged for your children. I'm afraid that I'll be forced to break our contract.' That caught his attention. When I'd finished he was quiet for a moment.

'Please pass the phone to Frau Kurtz.' I smiled at the squat, toadlike little woman and gave the phone to her. She listened for two minutes and her face grew darker.

'But Herr Fischer...' She was quiet again. Then, 'Yes, Herr Fischer, as you say.' She handed the phone back to Karl, stood up and marched out of the room. I lounged in the doorway and watched as she went downstairs, then came back into the classroom. 

'OK, we can start now. Let's get to know each other.'

* * * * * * * * * *

Karl crept down the corridor and tapped on Ulrika's door.

'Uli, are you awake?' He slipped into the room and closed the door softly. Ulrika was in bed, wearing an oversized tee-shirt.

'Karl, it's nearly midnight. What's up?'

'What do you think of Luke? He was so good with Frau Kurtz. I couldn't believe it when he phoned Dad.' Ulrika smiled at him. The new teacher had made her feel fluttery when he looked at her and she had been thinking the same thing. 

'He seems different. Once Frau Kurtz was gone he was serious though. I mean, he seems relaxed but when he concentrates on you it's as if he's drilling right into your feelings.' Karl nodded.

'I know what you mean. He made me feel a bit ashamed when he told me I wasn't paying attention. He was right, too: I was thinking about last Friday when I went to Fritz' house after school.' Ulrika stretched.

'They're always friendly at first, and then they turn out to be just like the others. Do this, do that, don't do the other, you're stupid, you're lazy, I'll tell Frau Kurtz...' She shook her head as if to clear it. 'What were you doing at Fritz' house? Do you want to tell me?' Karl blushed slightly.

'Will you tell me something too?' She looked at him and her eyes were suddenly heavy.

'We'll tell each other. Sit at the other end of the bed.' Karl climbed onto the old fashioned bed and leaned back against the footboard. His heart was fluttering a little. Uli had invented this game in the summer holidays when they were stuck at their parents' country home with no friends and nothing to do. 

'I'm ready.' Ulrika kicked the duvet aside and hitched herself up so that they were facing each other. She ran her hands over the front of her tee-shirt. 

'Whose turn is it to go first?'

'Mine.' Karl voice was strained.

'OK.' She spread her legs slightly and looked expectantly at him. Karl could see the little nubs of her nipples poking at the thin cotton and his cock twitched in his boxers. Ulrika glanced at him again and he raised his hands and rubbed his chest. She lifted her knees a fraction and he could almost see under the hem of her tee-shirt. She copied him as he began to roll and pull his nipples through the thin fabric.

'So what did you do at Fritz' house on Friday then?' Karl swallowed.

'We were in his bedroom playing with his Gameboy and we heard his sister come in. She was with one of her friends and we heard them come upstairs and go into her room. She's not as pretty as you, but Fritz says she's hot.' His hands moved up under his tee-shirt and he touched his nipples gently. They had firmed and felt like two tiny berries on his chest. The sensation made his cock throb again. Ulrika drew in her breath and did the same, pulling her tee-shirt up slightly. She pinched and rolled her teats, feeling the beginnings of excitement. Karl could see her hands moving under the thin material and the faint shadow of her panties under the raised hem, and he pinched his own nipples harder. Ulrika's eyes caught his.


All Things Come... Ch. 02



ALL THINGS COME....... TO HE WHO WAITS

October 

I sat back in my chair and sipped my third glass of wine. I had fallen into the habit of eating out two or three times a week, just to avoid the stifling atmosphere of the dining room and Frau Kurtz' presence. As the weeks passed I had felt sorrier and sorrier for the kids. Karl had some friends, burnouts like him, trapped in the military style school that was judged suitable for boys of his type, but Ulrika had no-one. She was close to her brother, possibly closer than she should be, I thought, but essentially she was a profoundly lonely girl. When we were in class I could sometimes catch hints of despair that shouldn't have been part of a nineteen year old's make up. When she got out into the big bad world she was going to be a sitting duck.

The pretty young waitress brought me my bill. Apart from avoiding Frau Kurtz, my main reason for coming to this little bistro was about to come and collect my money. We were on first name terms by now, and I always tipped generously. One should always have a fallback position. She came back with the change and I gestured to her to keep it.

'See you soon, Olga', I said affectionately, and left. I thought she looked after me with a mixture of curiosity and fondness, and hoped I was right.

The bistro was only ten minute's walk from the Fischer's house, and it wasn't quite half past ten when I opened the front door. Vienna is a capital city but it's not a patch on Amsterdam or Madrid for nightlife. The house was quiet. Karl and Ulrika were doing homework, I hoped, and Frau Kurtz had her own sitting room where she watched endless soap operas. I went silently up the stairs to the third floor and opened the door of my room. 

As I was fumbling for the switch I noticed a thread of light under the door to the adjoining room. Odd, I thought. Unless Frau Kurtz had had a sudden urge to improve her English grammar there shouldn't have been anyone there. I stepped quietly to the door and opened it. 

Sitting at the table was Frau Fischer, Karl and Ulrika's mother. I'd only met her once before, for a formal inspection, and had been left with an impression of sophisticated and well maintained beauty, a casual attitude to wealth, and a complete disregard for her children, their teacher, and anything else that interrupted the business of being one of the leading lights of Vienna society. It was obvious that the children had inherited her looks. When she was nineteen she must have looked just like Ulrika. She had to be at least forty, but looked ten years younger, and I guessed Herr Fischer had paid some hefty cosmetic surgery bills in his time. Her suite was in the other wing of the house and I hardly ever heard her, let alone spoke. As far as I could see she only paid attention to her children when she remembered about them. As I opened the door she looked up.

'Herr Lancer, I'm glad you're back. Frau Kurtz says you go out quite regularly.' 'Please call me Luke, Frau Fischer,' I said. 'Frau Kurtz is quite right. Your cook's a marvel, but the atmosphere in the dining room is often a little too strained for my taste. I'm a more relaxed type of guy.' She laughed, and I noticed a large glass of what looked like Scotch and ice on the table next to her.

'Frau Kurtz is not a relaxed person. Did you know that she regularly suggests that your contract be terminated?' I shrugged.

'I'm not surprised. We have different attitudes to the world. Have you accepted her recommendation?' She laughed again.

'Certainly not. I received Karl and Ulrika's half term reports yesterday. When I'd looked at them I called my husband and read them to him. He asked me to talk to you. The party I was attending tonight has been cancelled, so here I am.' She took a healthy swig of her Scotch and smiled at me.

'And the reports?' I asked. She spread her hands.

'I couldn't believe them. For the first time in ages they speak positively about the children. Ulrika's form teacher writes that her attitude has improved enormously and her grades are significantly better than last term. The comments about Karl are very similar. Herr Fischer has asked me to express our thanks to you.' I shrugged again.

'You're going to pay me a very handsome sum of money when they pass their exams,' I said. 'Children like Karl and Ulrika are my job, and I take my job seriously.' She took in another mouthful of Scotch and nodded.

'Would you like a drink? I must say, you're not at all like the tutors I had as a girl.' Without waiting for a reply she picked up her glass and started out of the room. I followed her, admiring the way her ass rolled as she walked.

She led me across the hall and up the other staircase.

'You've never been in this part of the house, have you? Herr Fischer and I have adjoining suites.' She laughed again. 'He's here so little that he needs a map to find his own room, let alone mine.' She opened a door and entered, leaving me to close it. The room was feminine and overfurnished. She gestured to a sideboard. 

Drinks are in there. Help yourself.' She looked down at herself. 'I feel ridiculously formal, but I was dressed for the party. I think I'll change.' I fixed myself a glass of wine and sat down, wondering what to do. One never refuses a lady, but on the other hand knobbing your employer's wife is considered bad form in most circles and I didn't want my income stream to dry up. Executive Europe is a gossip mill and Herr Fischer could put the verbal boot right in if he got upset. 

I had expected her to come back in something expensive and revealing, ready to seduce the hired help, but to my surprise she was wearing a pair of sweats and some old slippers. Now I felt overdressed. On the other hand, judging from the way things were moving around she was going commando, at least upstairs. 

'Herr Lancer...'

'Luke.' I reminded her. 'Only Frau Kurtz calls me Herr Lancer anymore. Even your cook and that nice little maid have learned my name.'

'Then you must call me Angela. Luke, I'm not the best mother in the world, but the change in the children since you arrived is astonishing. I was serious when I said that Herr Fischer and I are surprised and grateful.'

'When they pass their exams you can recommend me to your friends. It's how I find work. I don't think I've actually applied for a job for eight or nine years. This is good wine.' I was thinking while we talked and looking at her as casually as I could. She looked back and shivered slightly.

'You're very intense, Luke. Why are you examining me like that? You look as if you're trying to see into my soul.' So much for casual. She was projecting sexual tension and I decided that I'd put my balls on the table. She didn't seem devious. Shallow maybe, but shallow is often fine. Maybe I could trim her sails. Temptation is a terrible thing.

'I'm wondering why you invited me up for a drink, and I'm trying to work out contingency plans.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, either you just want to say thank you and give me a drink, or possibly you want to give me a drink and suggest that we fuck, or maybe you want me to suggest that we fuck after a drink, or maybe it's all a deep laid plot and I'll suggest we fuck and Herr Fischer will spring out of the closet with a shotgun. I'm just not sure.' She laughed again, and this time it sounded genuine.

'Well, you are a surprise. You're right to be cautious. I like that. Let me see...Maybe I should say that Herr Fischer and I have an understanding. His tastes and mine are too similar.' I looked puzzled. 'We both prefer men,' she said, 'and to be honest that suits me fine. I choose who I take into my bed, and I promise you, they're few and far between. On balance though, and after mature consideration, you've managed to make up my mind for me. I think your second scenario is best. Finish your drink and let's fuck.' 

She got up from the couch in one fluid movement and stretched delicately, raising her arms above her head so that the top of her sweatshirt slipped up. I got a glimpse of smooth tanned stomach and a fair sized diamond winking in a pierced navel. I reached forward and drew a fingernail across her abdomen, flicking the navel stud as I passed it. She shivered and lowered her arms.

'Would you like to undress me here or in the bedroom?' I put my empty wineglass down and got to my feet.

'Comfort first, that's my motto.'

She led me into the bedroom and pulled the duvet back carelessly, then kicked off her slippers and lay quietly on the bed. I began to undress, trying not to look as if I was hurrying. Luckily a shirt and a pair of chinos don't take long. She watched me, keeping up a low voiced running commentary.

'Socks off before trousers: that's always a good sign. Better body than I'd imagined. Oh good, a nice fat cock with a decent length to it. Angela, you've chosen well'.'

My prick was throbbing as I approached the bed. Her eyes were half closed but I caught a glint of excitement from behind her lashes. I climbed onto the bed and sat cross legged facing her, and she reached out lazily, cupping my balls in her palm.

'Nice weight to them. Maybe he'll come on my face and in my mouth, or maybe he'll think of something else.' I felt like a prize bull being inspected.

'He thinks of everything, and his first thought is to get us onto equal terms.' I knelt and lifted the sweatshirt gently up over her torso. She dropped a shoulder and let me ease her arm out of first one sleeve then the other. I supported her neck with one hand and slid the sweatshirt over her head with the other. 

'Oh, he's done this before. Angela, you're a very lucky girl.' I bent over her and cut her off in mid sentence with my mouth. She tasted of whisky and lipstick, and my cock jerked. Her tongue slid into my mouth but I pulled away and replaced it with a hand. She continued probing and licking between my fingers, and I leaned further over and swiped my tongue over her puckered nipple. Almost immediately I felt it firming and I closed my lips round the teat and sucked gently. A muffled moan came from behind my hand and I moved it down to her other nipple, wetting it with her own saliva and sliding two fingers round it to twist it delicately. She moaned quietly again and her hand reached out and stroked my prick. Her fingers traced arabesques up and down the shaft, and her nails scratched my balls lightly. Four glasses of wine were slowing me down and I muttered a silent prayer of thanks. My cock was at half stand and as she slid her hand along it I felt it growing and the foreskin beginning to retract. I moved my tongue over the curve of her breast, into the soft valley of her cleavage, and carried on south. 

From close up the diamond in her navel looked real. I ran my tongue round the knotted dimple, then took the jewel in my teeth and tugged lightly. My hands had slipped beneath her sweatpants and I felt her abdominal muscles ripple as my fingertips found the waistband of a silky pair of panties. I probed under the elastic and scraped the soft skin with my nails. She squeezed my prick gently, and a soft finger spread pre-cum over the head. As I moved my hands down her flanks and rubbed the soft globes of her ass she raised herself slightly and let me slip the sweats down over her hips, revealing emerald green bikini panties pulled tight over her smooth flesh. She rolled her head towards my prick and I felt a whisper of warm breath on the head, then a luxurious wave of pleasure as her tongue slid greedily over me. A pair of soft lips encircled the helmet and sucked gently, then her teeth scraped delicately down the shaft as she took me further into her mouth.

I twisted away from her and slid off the bed. Her eyes followed me as I took a small penknife from my trouser pocket then went to the foot of the bed and tugged at the legs of her sweat pants. They slipped over her ankles and I dropped them on the floor. My cock felt hot and urgent. Her body glowed in front of me, her golden tan highlighted by the white sheets, and her blonde hair spread over the pillow in a cloud of spun gold. Her hands were toying with her breasts, rubbing them gently and cupping the nipples, squeezing the areolas so that her teats stood out even further. Her torso gleamed in the soft light and the emerald panties were stretched across her hip bones, leaving a slight gap that begged for exploration. Her thighs were smooth and strong and her legs went on for ever. She watched me looking at her and splayed her knees slightly, thrusting her mound towards me as if for approval. There was no hint of pubic hair through the translucent material and I could see the contours of her fat pussy lips pushing at the taut fabric. A thread of darker green ran the length of her slit, and I watched it expand slowly as the silk drew the juices from her greedy cunt.

I leaned over her and dipped my tongue into her navel again. Her stomach muscles fluttered and she clenched her buttocks, thrusting her pelvis upwards more urgently. A soft purring noise rumbled in her throat and her hands reached down from her breasts and stroked my hair. The purring turned into words.

'Oh, Angela, he's being so gentle and slow with you. You can still spot them, darling, you've done so well... What's he going to do next, I wonder? Are you ready for it, Angela...?' Her voice slurred back into an almost soundless whisper. 

I lowered my mouth to the top of her panties and licked under the waistband, moving my head from side to side. My tongue ran up the slope of her hips and I nuzzled the soft skin, then traced the line of the panties down her groin, almost to the edge of her pussy. Her hands were still teasing my hair and her humming had risen in pitch. The material was smooth against my mouth and the sharp musk of her arousal was strong in my nostrils. I pushed the tip of my nose into the damp material at the top of her slit and inhaled, feeling my cock react to the pheromones, then blew softly, pursing my lips and directing the warm breath over her crotch. She writhed, her hips rolling, and I licked along the edge of the panties, forcing the material away from her body, and running the tip of my tongue along the outside of her labia. 

She was pushing her cunt rhythmically against my face now, and I slipped my hands under her asscheeks and lifted her gently. Opening my lips slightly I planted my face firmly over her pussy and sucked the damp material into my mouth; she gasped and bucked, and I flattened my tongue and pressed the thin silk back into her slit. Her hands left my head and scrabbled at the side of the panties, trying to push them down her body, but I reached up and grasped her wrists. I raised myself and placed her hands back on her breasts then lowered my head back to her cunt. The panties couldn't absorb any more of her juices and a thin trail of lubricant oozed down the inside of her thigh. I licked it up then pulled back. She gave a soft mew of complaint as I stood up, and her eyes flicked open. 

I picked up the penknife and opened it, then leaned forward and traced the tip of the blade down the valley between her breasts and along the slight crease below them. Her eyes widened and she watched the knife fixedly. I dragged the blade down to her navel and flicked the diamond stud, then zigzagged my way down to her panties. I slipped the knife under the waistband and she flinched. Taking care that the sharp edge didn't touch her skin I slid the steel over her hip and began to saw at the material. In a moment the fabric parted and one half of the panties slipped down. Her smooth mound was exposed and I pulled the back of the knife across it, following the line of the waistband again. I pushed the blade under the silk covering her other hip and the material on that side sheared and fell away. I dropped the penknife on the floor and stroked her flanks, feeling the heat of her bare skin. Her hands were clenched tight on her breasts and the purring had started again. 

The loose flap that had been the front panel of her panties was lying across her mound and I caught it in my teeth and pulled it off her body. It slipped between her legs and I saw her pussy fully. She opened her knees wider and exposed herself completely.

Her mound was completely hairless, and the top of her slit seemed to run a little further up her belly than normal. She had the fullest, plumpest cunt lips I'd ever seen; even though her legs were splayed and the skin of her inner thighs was stretched taut, they seemed to be sealed together. Her inner folds were invisible and her clitoris was completely hidden. As I watched, a drop of moisture oozed out of her slit and began to dribble down towards her ass. I reached out with one finger and ran it gently down her crack, from the top of the slit to her puckered brown anus. The lips only parted a little and they seemed to resist my finger and try to clutch at it at the same time. My finger was sweeping more lubricant before it as it moved down, and a tiny flood of her juices trickled over her asshole. I slipped my finger round the rim and then pressed the centre of the tight little rosette. Like her lips, it seemed to reject and beg at the same time. 

My prick was throbbing and I touched my wet finger to the tip, mixing my lubricant with hers, then leaned forward and offered the finger to her. Her tongue snaked out and licked experimentally, then she raised her head and took the finger into her mouth, sucking greedily. I withdrew it and ran it down her slit again. This time the lips parted a little more and I saw the delicately furled petals of her inner sex. Her cunt was sodden and my finger slid through her folds and down to her asshole again, pushing a wave of her musky honey in front of it. The flow dribbled over her anus and I pushed my finger into the centre of the little star. Her sphincter relaxed and my finger slid in to the first joint. She moaned surprisingly loudly as I twisted it and her muscles clamped down hard. I pulled it out and offered it to her again. She took it into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. I could see a pulse beating rapidly in her neck. 

'Please, oh please.' The words were muffled by my finger. Her neck was flushed and she was rolling her body from side to side. Her sexuality was strong and demanding and it seemed as though I could feel her needs through my fingers. 

She released my hand and I lowered myself to her again. Slipping a hand under each soft buttock I raised her slightly from the bed and dipped my head into her crotch, sliding my tongue down the same route that my finger had taken. As the tip of my tongue parted her slit I felt the nub of her clitoris and then the intricate folds of her inner lips. The intrusion released a pent up tide of lubricant which flooded over my lower lip and chin. I swirled my tongue round the rim of her asshole, and then pushed into it. She tasted earthy and thick and I slid my little fingers round from under her buttocks and eased them into her as I withdrew my tongue. I heard her draw in her breath sharply and every muscle in her body tensed. Her sphincter contracted and clung to my fingers as I raised my mouth to her cunt. Her outer lips were still almost sealed and I forced my tongue between them and ran it up the length of her slit until I felt her clitoral hood again. She raised her knees and pulled them up to her chest. As her back curled, my fingers were dragged out of her asshole, and I slipped a hand under her and replaced them with my thumb. 

She began to pant quietly and I hooked my other hand round her raised leg, spreading her lips with my thumb and middle finger. At last she was open to me and I saw the soft opening of her cunt and the tip of her clitoris. I slid my tongue deeply into her. Here her taste was sharp and astringent, softened by the smooth fluid that she was secreting. I felt her vaginal walls ripple as my tongue slid over them, and flexed my thumb in her anus. I pushed my nose into the top of her slit and rubbed it over her clitoral hood. Now her panting became more ragged, and I moved my mouth up to her clitoris. Her hands moved past my head and she held herself open for me, her fingers digging into her flesh. I moved my hand from under hers and looped two fingers into her vagina. As I twisted my fingers into her I rotated my thumb and felt it sliding across the back of her bowel.




All Things Come... Ch. 03



November

The change in Karl and Ulrika was noticeable. It was if a boil had been lanced: the resentment and hostility were draining out of them, and our lessons became more concentrated and productive. As their knowledge had grown and they had realised that they were achieving something, their efforts had increased, and I felt energised and motivated by their feedback. A virtuous circle – the best kind. Of the two of them, Karl was the easiest to influence. He was a natural follower and all he really needed was a role model to show him how adults behaved. I guessed that his own father, absent, and interested only in outward appearances, was not the best one. Ulrika was more complex. She projected a knowing innocence that was both confused and confusing, and her disillusionment with her family was almost total. Neither of her parents had a clue that their daughter was highly intelligent but to me it was glaringly obvious. I felt hints of a strong sexuality, ruthlessly repressed, as if it was a secret that she couldn't share. Sometimes she and Karl exchanged knowing glances, or appeared to share a private joke, but I couldn't quite reach far enough to understand it.

The weather was growing colder and the big house had a chilly feel to it. I made sure that my room and the classroom were pockets of warmth and persuaded Frau Kurtz to permit the empty fireplaces to be used for their proper purpose. In the evenings as we concentrated on our work, pine logs crackled and spat, and the sweet smell of the wood fire helped everyone's spirits. The kids took to doing their school homework in the classroom and I welcomed the feel of other people close. I'd moved the furniture in my room, placing the armchair in front of the fireplace at an angle, so I could stay warm and see into the classroom at the same time. In the evenings, with Karl and Ulrika working quietly and me reading or playing with my laptop, there was an air of cosy domesticity that enchanted me. It was almost like having a family.

It was warm and quiet and I was half dozing in the chair. Karl had gone to his friend Fritz' house to work on a science project and Ulrika was sitting at the classroom table, her head bent over a book. I half opened my eyes and looked at her, trying to reach past her concentration and discover more about what made her tick. She seemed to feel something, for she shook herself slightly and shifted her position. There was an air of repressed excitement about her and I wondered what had happened to animate her. She was still wearing her school uniform and from the angle where I was sitting I could see her legs under the table, long and slim, disappearing into the shadow of the ridiculous tartan skirt. I hadn't moved the chair just to be closer to the fire. Temptation is a terrible thing.

As I watched, she uncrossed her legs and drew one up onto the chair, tucking it under her. The skirt stretched across her knees, and the flickering light of the fire showed me tantalising glimpses of her thighs. She was used to my pre-dinner naps and paid me no attention. She reached under the table and scratched her thigh, pulling the skirt up a little and moving her body so that she was facing the fire more directly. When she raised her hand again the skirt was higher up her legs and the soft glow from the flames showed her parted thighs almost completely. I felt my prick stir. 

I realised that she was displaying herself deliberately. Whether or not she had unconsciously felt me trying to reach her, she had waited till my book had slipped onto my lap and I had seemed to be asleep to begin her fidgeting. I sensed a quiver of her sexual excitement: she seemed to radiate hidden wants that she couldn't express, but which she would allow to peep out as long as she thought I wasn't aware of them. She looked up from her book and glanced at me, then pushed her pen off the table. Not taking her eyes off me she leaned over and stretched down to pick it up. Her slim young body flexed as she did so, then she straightened up and dropped the pen back onto the table. It clattered softly. I stayed still and kept my breathing soft and regular. I even managed a slight snore. She appeared to make her mind up.

I saw a hand move down under the table and pull the hem of the skirt up to her waist. With a shock I saw that she wasn't wearing panties, and the firelight was illuminating a soft nest of blonde pubic hair above the intricate pleats of her pussy. It looked as if she'd never trimmed her little bush and a tangle of curls half hid her delicate lips. My cock twitched and I concentrated on staying still. With her eyes still fixed on me she brought her other hand to her crotch and fiddled with the hair on her mound and along the outside of her lips. She teased it upwards and out so that it framed her young cunt, revealing her genitals completely. The uncertain flicker from the fire made the soft fleece glow like a lewd halo. She held her splayed hand above her pussy, holding the lips apart with her fingers, then ran the forefinger of her other hand the length of her slit, lingering at the top, massaging her clitoral sheath and then dipping into the folds, dragging down the length of her crack. She leaned back slightly to get a better angle and I saw the finger slide round the tiny rosette of her anus and flex slightly as she forced the tip gently into her asshole. I was glad that my book had slipped onto my lap when I'd first nodded off. My cock was beginning to feel hot and I had to concentrate to stop it jerking.

Her wrist rotated slightly as she screwed the finger into her secret place and I saw her stifle a gasp as her hips began to roll. She pulled it out, and ran it back up her slit, pausing as the tip approached the entrance to her vagina, then I saw her thighs spread wider. Two slim fingers disappeared into her depths, and her other hand moved down and started to rub her clitoris lightly. She hadn't let a sound pass her lips and her face was rosy as she struggled to contain herself. I felt as if the book was going to fly off my lap and bounce into the fireplace. Her eyes were still on me but now they were half closed and her hands moved faster. 

I could almost feel the rhythm, and sense the soft clinging moistness that her fingers were encountering as they stirred her recesses, the hard nub of her engorged clitoris sparking waves of pleasure into her core. Suddenly her face turned bright red and her cheeks puffed out as she stopped herself moaning out loud. Her thighs began to quiver and her hands were a blur as her orgasm swept over her. I could see her body rising and falling as her buttocks clenched and relaxed, then the peak hit her and she sat stock still, her head thrown back, her breath hissing through her flared nostrils. The scent of her arousal wafted over me, half hidden by the faint smell of woodsmoke. My cock was like a steel bar and it took all my will power not to get up and kiss her. Her body relaxed and she drew her skirt down, rearranging her legs decorously. She licked her fingers and wiped them on her sleeve and turned to her book again. The whole display had only taken four or five minutes. She must have been hotter than a firecracker, I thought.

Ten minutes later Karl crashed in through the door.

'I'm back, and only just in time. Supper time, Uli. Luke, wake up, it's time to eat'. I stirred and opened my eyes. I didn't need to fake a sleepy voice. My mouth was dry and the words came out slowly and thickly.

'I'll eat out tonight, kids. Give Frau Ugly my apologies. Is all your work finished?' They both nodded. Ulrika's face was still flushed. 'Go on, then. I'll see you tomorrow'. I let my eyes half close again. Karl looked at Ulrika. She shrugged and gathered her books neatly into a pile. They left the classroom quietly and I was finally able to move.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Half an hour later, showered and in clean clothes, I strolled through the chill evening to my favourite bistro. I had resisted the temptation to masturbate and my groin felt swollen and heavy. As I turned into the doorway I saw that there was a party of seven at the big table at the back of the restaurant. I sat in my usual booth and waved hello to Gustav the barman. The place wasn't busy and he bought me a glass of wine without being asked.

'Where's Olga?' I asked. 'Day off?' He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

'That's her party over there. She's leaving – going back to her village. Something to do with he mother being taken ill. We're going to miss her, but family is family. It's meant to be a leaving party with her friends but her fool of a boyfriend refused to come so she's not at her best.' Well, shit, I thought. 

'Gustav, take her a glass of whatever she's drinking with my compliments. I'll go over and say goodbye to her later.' He went off and a moment later I saw one of the waitresses go to the table with a glass. I sipped my wine and tried not to sulk. Suddenly everything went dark.

'Guess who?' 

'Olga, sweetheart, how can you leave me? My life's going to be empty and the food won't taste the same.' I turned round and removed her hands. She had an air of forced gaiety about her and her face was animated, but her eyes said otherwise.

'Thank you for the drink, Luke. There was no need.'

'The least I could do. Gustav was moaning about you going and I don't blame him. Will you be coming back?' She sighed.

'I don't know. My mum's had a mild stroke and needs a lot of care, and my father's hopeless and far too busy with the farm. I've got to go. Nobody's got any idea how long it'll take before she can look after herself again.' Her eyes filled up and I squeezed her hand'.

'Maybe I'll come and visit you and give you news of the big city while we milk the cows'. She managed a faint smile. 'Cheer up, love. You're doing the right thing. If you didn't you'd feel guilty and miserable.' She sniffed.

'I know, that's the trouble.' Her face changed. 'Luke will you join our party? I feel like a spare wheel; Wilhelm wouldn't come because he's sulking about my going and I need someone to cheer me up.' It took me three tenths of a second to make up my mind. I picked up my wineglass and stood.

'Your wish is my command, madam. It'll be a privilege.'

They were a nice bunch, obviously sad that Olga was going and annoyed with selfish Wilhelm. I concentrated on Olga, trying to lighten her mood, and she gradually perked up. By the time we'd reached the coffee stage she was smiling more naturally and even cracking jokes. Her friends began to make their excuses and leave. They all had to work in the morning. By half past ten only Olga and I were left at the table.

'I ought to go home too,' she said. 'I haven't finished packing yet.'

'When are you leaving?'

My train's at three thirty.' She looked at me sideways. I suppose there's not really that much of a rush.' I shook my head.

'No. Let's get Gustav to give us a brandy and I'll see you home.' She smiled.

'Are you trying to get me drunk?'

'Only a little bit and only if you want to.' My heart was thumping and I felt a tingle run down my spine. She didn't say anything and I ordered the brandy. We left a little later. All the staff insisted on kissing her goodbye and one of the other waitresses was crying openly. The wind had picked up and the temperature had dropped, and she shivered as we left the bistro. I put my arm round her shoulders and she leaned closer into me. It began to rain gently. Her flat was twenty minutes walk and by the time we arrived at her door we were both shivering and our hair was soaked. She fumbled for her keys and looked up at me.

'Do you want a coffee or anything? You really didn't need to see me home.' 'I'd love a coffee and a towel for my hair, and then I'll call a cab. Is it always as cold as this here?'

'You just wait till January.' She opened the door and we went into the flat. 'Take your coat off and sit by the heater. I'll get you a towel and make some coffee.' She looked a little nervous and I didn't say anything. She came back with the towel and whisked into the kitchen. In a minute she reappeared.

'The coffeepot's on. When it starts burping and bubbling can you turn it off, please? I'm going to dry my hair.' She shot into the bedroom and closed the door. I rubbed my hair and let the heater warm me up. The room was small and in a minute or two I could feel my face flushing from the heat so I put the towel down and tugged my sweater off, then tried to smooth my hair with my fingers. The coffee pot began to do its thing and I went to turn it off. When I came back Olga was standing in front of the heater drying her hair. She was wearing a long robe with a full length zipper pulled up to the neck. She looked at me and began to laugh.

'Your hair's all over the place. Come and sit down and I'll comb it for you.' I did as I was told and she leant over me and began to straighten out my tangled mane. 'I felt so cold that I had a shower to warm up,' she said. 'I'm not trying to be forward but I thought you'd understand.' I leant against her as the comb scraped my scalp gently.

'You're a little bit jumpy and a little bit emotional and you're wondering if having a strange man in your flat is clever or not. Don't worry.' She finished with the comb and went into the kitchen. I heard clinking noises and she came back with a tray of coffee things. Next to them was a bottle of schnapps. She still looked nervous but now she looked determined as well. The tingle of anticipation coursed down my back again.

'We'll have some schnapps in our coffee to make sure we don't catch colds.' She put the tray on the table and poured. I noticed that she gave herself less coffee and more schnapps. She brought the cups over and sat down at my feet.

'Your turn. Comb mine and let it dry a bit, please.' She leaned back against my knees and sipped her coffee and schnapps mixture. I felt her shoulders relax. 'You're a very calm person, aren't you? Intense and kind and... I don't know, different.' I concentrated on getting the tangles out of her chestnut tresses, running the comb gently over her head. I held her head still with one hand and let my fingertips circle her ear. She shivered.

That's nice. Don't stop, it feels good.' I finished being a hair stylist and put my other hand on her head. I pulled it back gently and stroked her other ear, then reached down and caressed the angle of her jaw. She wriggled. 'It's warm in here, isn't it?' She drained her cup and set it down, then pulled the zipper of her robe down to the top of her breasts. As I rubbed the sides of her neck I could see the dark valley of her cleavage.

'Olga, you're beginning to be a little bit forward. Do you mean it?' I felt her neck quiver.

'Yes.' As I moved my hands from her neck to her chest and stroked the smooth skin lightly, she took a deep breath and pulled the zipper down to her navel. The robe slipped aside and the edges of the zip dragged across her breasts. Her nipples were erect and caught the fabric, and I slipped my hands down and gently lifted the material over her rigid teats. Her areolas were extraordinarily wide and dark and her long, chocolate coloured nipples were rigid. I brushed them with my palms, feeling the sharp tips straining. She gasped and I put my fingers under her left breast. Her heart was hammering, and I stroked both breasts with as light a touch as I could manage. Her hand drifted to the zipper again and she pulled it down as far as she was able, then slipped her fingers inside the robe. I could see her fingers dancing over her mound, and I pinched her nipples gently, rolling them between my fingers. My cock was growing and pressing into the back of her neck. She got to her knees and turned round.

'I'm the forward one so I'm going to go first. Come here.' I lowered myself from the chair and she moved back to make room for me. She was kneeling between my legs, the robe gaping open, and her eyes were hooded and dark. Her breasts were small perfect globes, the astonishing dark areolas covering a full third of their surface, her stomach was flat, and a narrow triangle of trimmed chestnut hair pointed the way to her pussy. She took my shoes and socks off, then leaned forward and undid the waistband of my chinos. 'I'll do these and you take your tee-shirt off.' She unzipped my trousers and slipped her hand into my boxers. Her eyes widened and she shuffled backwards, fumbling with the robe. Pulling the zip all the way down she slipped it off her shoulders and kneeled back, letting me gaze at her. One hand strayed back to her pussy and she ran it over her pubic hair. 

'Your eyes feel as if they're looking at my soul.' She leaned forward and I raised my ass slightly, letting her pull my chinos and boxers down over my hips. As she worked them down my legs I stripped my tee-shirt over my head and leaned back against the chair. My cock was pointing rigidly at my navel and I could feel the warm breath of the heater playing over my body. She tossed my trousers behind her and bent forward, her hair swinging over her face, till her lips touched the tip of my cock. It twitched involuntarily and I sensed her mouth curve in a smile before it closed over the head and her smooth tongue lapped at the underside. I felt the familiar thrill of first contact and stroked the crown of chestnut hair that was all I could see. Her mouth sank lower down my prick, and I felt the sides of her throat closing over the head. She pulled smoothly up again and peered at me.

'You're big. I can handle long, but this kind of thick is a first. Lie down and let me move up.' I shuffled down and lay prone, opening my legs slightly and flexing my prick. She kneewalked round and settled herself again, her knees tucked under her and her rump conveniently placed for my hand. She lowered her head and I felt her tongue sliding over my balls, her soft lips closing round first one and then the other, sucking gently while her hand stroked the end of my cock, her thumb spreading the pre-cum smoothly over the head. I felt her head lower and the tip of her tongue rimmed my asshole delicately, then worried at the centre of my sphincter. I was able to unclench enough to let it slide in a little and she curled it round, rotating her head. Moving back up to my cock she stretched her mouth over the head and drove down again. I moved my hand to her ass and slipped a finger along her slit. Her pussy was leaking slick juices and I gathered as much as I could on the end and licked it. All women taste different. She was pungent and spicy and I let the aroma fill my mouth and nostrils. My cock lurched as her throat grasped it gently and I reached for her again.

She was grunting softly as she pushed my prick further into her and I slipped a finger and thumb into her soaking pussy. With my thumb I spread a slippery coat of lubricant round her asshole. She groaned and I felt her throat vibrating against my cock, then she pulled her head up, panting. I slid a finger over her clitoris. It was large and protuberant and I touched it gently with the tip of my nail. She shuddered and swung her leg over my head. As her mouth sank onto me again she lowered her cunt onto my face.

Her scent was very strong and I pushed my nose into her dripping crack and inhaled. My lungs filled with the aroma of musk and sharp syrup and I let my breath out slowly through my pursed lips, blowing gently against her prominent clit. I felt her muscles ripple and her petals closed gently on the tip of my nose. I stretched out my tongue and circled her clit with it, still blowing softly. She moaned round my cock and her head began to bob up and down. Her body slipped forward over me and I dragged my tongue the length of her slit. When it came to the crinkled rosette of her anus I rimmed her with the tip, then brought my hand up and held her ass cheeks apart with my thumbs. Her sphincter opened slightly and I pushed my tongue into her. I moved my hand down to her warm cavern and felt her anal muscles grip my tongue as I slid it round inside her. I settled my palms against her ass and slid both thumbs into her slender vagina. She was tight and hot, writhing on my face, pressing down with her cunt lips and trying to draw me further into her. I rolled my thumbs round each other and felt the walls of her vagina stretching and slipping against them.




All Things Come... Ch. 04



December (Part 1) 

Christmas was a week away and Karl and Ulrika had finished school the day before. Their end of term reports had glowed and I'd received a typed note of thanks from Herr Fischer, enclosing a thousand euros in crisp new notes. Underneath his signature another hand had written, 'My thanks as well. No Christmas invitation, but maybe one day.' There was no signature. I stuffed the money into my pocket and went down to the dining room. As I slipped into my usual chair Frau Kurtz spoke.

'Herr Lancer, Frau Fischer is joining us this evening. We will be celebrating the beginning of the Christmas Holidays.' She sounded as if the whole idea of celebration was only one step away from eating babies for breakfast, and I grinned at my two students.

'And you both deserve to celebrate.' I turned to the scowling housekeeper. 'Don't you think so, Frau Kurtz?' She didn't say anything and I winked at Karl and Ulrika. The door opened and Frau Fischer floated into the room.

'All together at last. It's a shame Herr Fischer is so busy. But I have some news. I can't stay though: there's a reception at the Hungarian embassy and the Ambassador was insistent that I attend.' The maid came in with the first course and we began to eat. Frau Fischer swallowed daintily and I felt a twinge of nostalgia. I'd hardly seen her since our astonishing night in October, and I remembered her swallowing much less politely. 

'Well,' she said, 'there's a lot to tell you. First, I'm joining Herr Fischer in Estonia tomorrow; we'll be spending Christmas there as guests of the Minister of Development. It seems that there's a big contract in the offing. Brussels money, you understand.' 

I watched Karl and Ulrika. Normal kids would have been clamouring to be allowed to go too, but they accepted the news calmly, as if it was half expected. They were growing up fast, as if they were making up for lost time. I'd adjusted the set of their sails and their courses had changed. Apparently it had rubbed off at school too. I'd seen it happen before, but I was still pleased. Their mother continued.

'Karl, the mother of your friend Fritz telephoned me. She's asked if you could join them for a fortnight's skiing over Christmas and New Year. Apparently Fritz' sister is inviting a friend too.' Karl's face lit up, and Frau Fischer went on more sternly. 'I said that you could go on condition that you spent at least two hours a day studying. I'm sure Herr Lancer can give you sufficient work. Would you like to go?' Karl's mouth was full but he nodded enthusiastically. His mother turned to me.

'Herr Lancer, in order to be fair, Ulrika must continue with classes over the holidays as well. Would you be prepared to do that?' I glanced at Ulrika. 

'Of course, Frau Fischer.' Ulrika looked sideways at me and I thought I saw a gleam of anticipation cross her face. Her mother sighed.

'Herr Lancer, I must explain what happens over Christmas in this household. Naturally, cook and the maid need time off, and they'll be away from the twenty third to the second of January. Frau Fischer visits her mother in Salzburg from the twenty second to the third. I'm afraid that you and Ulrika will have to keep each other company over the holidays.' My warning signals all went off at once. The woman was planning to leave her daughter with me for two weeks with no other supervision. Was it selfishness or calculation? Frau Kurtz was looking as if she'd swallowed a spider. I cleared my throat.

'Maybe we can discuss the details afterwards, Frau Fischer.' She nodded politely and took a sip of Perrier. The meal dragged on. When the maid had cleared dessert I pushed my chair back. 

'If Karl's going to be off tomorrow evening I'd better start preparing a package for him. Frau Fischer, if you could spare ten minutes later I'd be grateful.'

* * * * * * * * * *

I was putting Karl's holiday work together in the classroom when the door opened and Frau Fischer came in. She smiled and kissed me hard.

'Hello properly, Luke. You're wondering what the hell I'm up to, aren't you?' 

'Angela, you're planning to leave your nineteen year old daughter with a virtual stranger nearly twice her age while you swan off to Estonia having made sure that the house will be empty. Of course I'm bloody wondering.' She sighed.

'Luke, I'm not giving you permission to abuse Ulrika. But you've changed them both so much for the better that I'm going to trust you a little. I told you I'm selfish, but it's mostly in self defence. I was Ulrika's age when I married her father and I know how confused she is. When she goes to university she'll be like I was, easy prey for anyone. So teach her some of the things she'll need to know, please.' I was gobsmacked. I didn't know what to say.

'Does Herr Fischer know about this?' She snorted.

'Leave Herr Fischer to me. Why do you think he wants me to meet the Estonian minister? Saving Ulrika from this sort of life is what I'm trying to do. I don't want her to be worrying me with her problems for the next God knows how many years.' Jesus, I thought.

'And what about Ulrika?' She snorted again.

'Obviously, I haven't spoken to her except to tell her to behave. Just remember that she's still got to pass her exams and you've still got to earn your bonus.'

'No promises, Angela. You know I'm cautious.' She leaned over and kissed me again.

'I know. And you're kind as well as clever. That's why I'm trusting you. Now I really must pack. This week's going to be hectic.' She turned and hurried out; I shook my head and went back to organising Karl's holiday task.

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Ulrika lay in bed, reading and making notes. She came to the end of the chapter and put the book down, thinking about the surprises at dinner. Three months ago the thought of Karl going somewhere while she was left behind would have driven her to open rebellion, but now she didn't seem to mind. As she thought about the past three months she realised that she and Karl hadn't played their summer game for since the first class of term. Something was happening to her and she didn't know what, but it was good. And now the Christmas holidays had suddenly turned into an adventure. She slipped a hand under her tee-shirt and began to caress her breasts.

Her fingers stroked her soft teats and they started to come to life. She pinched them gently and tugged them, feeling the firm skin on her breasts stretch. Her nipples felt fatter and fuller and the nerves under her skin were tingling. Pushing back the duvet she clenched her thighs together, feeling the welcome dampness beginning to seep through the folds of her cunt. Her heartbeat quickened, and she licked her fingers and fondled her teats again. She moved her hands down and ran her fingers through the blonde curls that covered her mound. When she twisted the strands together and pulled softly she could feel her lips stretching and twisting and her clit sliding against the walls of its little sheath. She pulled her lips apart and felt her petals stir and unfurl as the dew of her arousal began to flow more insistently, then raised her hands to her nipples again and scraped them lightly with her nails, gasping as a ribbon of warm fire raced through her body. It was as if her breasts and her cunt were joined by thin cords of flame, each feeding on the other.

Reaching over to the drawer of the bedside table she brought out a hairbrush. The wooden handle was smooth and tapering, and she held it to her nose and sniffed gently. The wood smelt faintly of her, and she put the end into her mouth and sucked. Her other hand moved to her clit and rubbed the hood. It was odd, she thought, to be sucking a wooden prick that tasted of her own pussy. She imagined it was a real prick, then the blood rushed to her face as she realised whose she wished it was. Her clit pulsed, thrusting itself out from its shell, and she moved her finger lightly over it. The cords of fire sent the sensation up to her nipples and back again, and her legs fell further apart. She brought the handle of the brush down to her cunt, sliding it along her slit and through her sensitive folds. The smooth wood stimulated without scraping and she gave herself up to the growing spiral of pleasure.

She dipped the brush into her cunt and it slipped gently in, stretching her just enough to send another wash of lust through her. She withdrew it and licked it again. It was slick with her juices, and their musky sharpness filled her mouth. She ran her tongue over it and then thrust it back into the greedy hole at her centre. She felt the walls of her vagina trying to grasp the smooth wood, and shuddered as she rubbed and probed, massaging her G spot softly. Her clit was hard to the touch and she grasped it delicately between the tips of her fingers, squeezing and tugging as she slid the brush out of her body and drew it lingeringly down to her asshole. She rubbed the rim of her anus lightly with the slick handle and her breathing quickened. Her cunt was empty now, and longing to be filled again. She pushed two fingers into herself and rotated her hand slowly, savouring the sensation of her nails scraping the walls of her pussy, gasping as they crossed her G spot, writhing forward onto her hand as her orgasm began to flower. It started deep inside her and she felt the unstoppable tide slowly rising. Her hand was hot and slippery and a rush of moisture slid over the inside of her wrist. As the pressure built, her breathing grew ragged, until with a mew of pleasure she pinched her clit hard and the wave broke. Her lower body convulsed, and she gripped her wrist with her thighs, holding her hand inside her pussy as the tremors faded. She rolled onto her side and basked in the afterglow, feeling warm and content and only a little bit sinful. It didn't occur to her that only three months ago her masturbation had been compulsive and harsh, frenzied, but ultimately unsatisfying.

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Three taxis stood outside the house. Ulrika, Frau Kurtz and I stood on the steps and waved goodbye dutifully. Karl and his skis were in one cab, Frau Fischer was in the second, and the third one held her luggage. They moved off in convoy and we went back inside. I looked round the hall and realised that something was missing. There wasn't a hint of Christmas in the whole house. Not an ornament, not a pine needle: nothing. Frau Kurtz went up to her room without a word. The soap operas were calling her. Ulrika and I looked at each other.

'Come on kid,' I said. 'Time for a little work. Only two hours though: aren't we lucky to be on holiday?' She smiled shyly.

'Frau Kurtz goes tomorrow', she said, 'and cook and Trudi the day after. Are we really going to go to restaurants every day?'

Certainly not,' I said robustly. 'Why don't you ask cook to leave a full store cupboard and to load the fridge. I can cook OK, and if you hate my cooking you can do it instead. The only rule is that the one who doesn't cook has to load the dishwasher, and we can eat out whenever we get fed up. Your mother gave me a pile of cash for necessary expenses.' She smiled again and nodded.

'I'll go and ask now.' In two minutes she was back. 'Cook's got it all in hand and says would we mind eating in the kitchen tonight? Frau Kurtz has got a headache and cook and Trudi are busy getting everything ready for us. I told her fine.' She blushed slightly. 'Luke, can I ask you one thing?'

'Go ahead.'

'While it's just us can you call me Uli? Only Karl still calls me that and it's what I call myself inside. No-one else says it.' I felt a rush of sympathy for her.

'Uli. Sounds better than Ulrika. I'll try not to forget. Come and sit down and we'll get this out of the way. Then we'll decide what time we want to do the lessons during the holidays and then we'll make a list of restaurants for when we don't want to cook. OK?' She nodded cheerfully and we settled down to the mysteries of English pronunciation and spelling.

* * * * * * * * * * Supper was a hilarious affair. With Frau Kurtz absent the atmosphere was a thousand times lighter. I had never really spoken to either of the servants before. Cook was a heavy grandmotherly woman and Trudi was small and dark and vibrant. She turned out to be a natural mimic, accurate without being malicious. Only her version of Frau Kurtz had a sting to it. I sipped the last of my wine and leaned back lazily, letting the alcohol and food open my senses. As I focused vaguely on the ceiling I realised that Uli was feeling nervous about the next few days. Hell, so was I, but her feelings were more complex; her shyness was real, but her brightness was partly bravado, and she was excited and apprehensive. Like any child three days before Christmas, I thought, and then remembered that she was actually an adult. Why did the whole household still regard her and Karl as children? Another faint feeling was drifting in the air, and when I concentrated it felt like envy. I glanced idly round and realised that it was coming from Trudi. She was looking at Uli, and behind the laughter and the sparkle I could sense a prickle of sexual jealousy. I unfocused my mind as I watched her, and felt her unspoken longing to be in Uli's shoes. I turned the new information over. Temptation is a terrible thing. Now wasn't the time, but perhaps she'd like English lessons one day.

The next morning I was out of the house bright and early. I had shooed Uli off to bed after supper and told her to be prepared for a busier time than she expected, then refused to answer any more questions. As I slipped down the pavement, scuffing through the snow that had fallen in the night, I ran through my shopping list.

The taxi I'd been forced to hire dropped me back at the house in mid afternoon. All was quiet and I wasn't disturbed as I hauled my purchases up the stairs and hid them in my room. It took two trips and I was sweating freely by the time I'd finished. I pushed the parcels under the bed and headed for the shower, tugging my clothes off as I went. Nothing beats hot water and soap after a cold day's shopping. I let the spray rinse me off and wondered what the next week had in store. Whatever happened, I thought, it would be Uli who set the pace. She had come a long way in a short time and I wasn't going to be the one who set her back. Feeling virtuous I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I wandered back into my room rubbing my head vigorously. There was a startled gasp and I pulled the towel away from my head. Uli was standing in the doorway, her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were riveted to my prick and I quickly slipped the towel round my waist.

'I'm sorry, Uli, I must have left the door open.' Her cheeks were red, but she managed to nod.

'I thought you were asleep. I knocked, but there was no reply...'

'I won't be embarrassed if you're not, but promise me you won't tell anyone. Flashing your students is against the teachers' rule book.' She managed to smile.

'I didn't mean to stare, it's just that I've never seen one so....' Her voice tailed off again.

'Uli, don't worry. We're going to be here for a fortnight and I'm not going to go round locking doors behind me. Now then, what did you want?' She made a visible effort to talk normally.

'Frau Kurtz left to catch her train. She looked furious with everything and hardly said good bye, even to cook. And cook and Trudi went shopping and I knew you'd gone out too. I just wondered if you'd come back.' I adjusted my towel.

'Go and sit in the classroom for two minutes while I dress and I'll show you some of what I bought.' She stopped in the doorway.

'You're not cross, are you?' I shook my head.

'Don't be daft. When I'm cross you'll definitely notice. It doesn't happen very often. That was just one of those things that you laugh about later.' She looked happier.

Ten minutes later we were kneeling on the floor looking at my swag. She sat back on her heels and looked at me.

'A little tree, some candles and things, silly hats, presents for cook and Trudi, other stuff that you won't show me. Are all the English like this at Christmas?'

'Only the good ones.'

That evening we ate in the kitchen again. Cook had surpassed herself and by the time the meal was over I was in a seriously overfull state. Uli had boldly collected two bottles of good wine from the cellar and plonked them on the table with a flourish. The bottles were empty now and the two girls were at the giggly stage. I cleared my throat and spoke in my best German.

'What I'd like to do is thank you both, cook and Trudi, for the way you've looked after me for the last four months and offer you a small token to show that I mean it.' I took the two little boxes out of my pocket and presented them with a bow. Their faces lit up and cook said something in German too rapid for me to understand. I looked at Uli. She blushed and looked ashamed.

'She said that's it's the first present she's had from anybody in the house since she came to work here. I'd never even thought...' She looked stricken and her face crumpled. Cook shifted her bulk over, wrapping her in a big hug and began to whisper to her soothingly. I looked at Trudi and shrugged. She winked at me and began to open her present. The paper came off and she opened the flat box, pulling out a small silver pendant on a thin chain. Her eyes widened and she glanced up at me. I shrugged again and she looked more closely. She found the little catch and it sprang open. She read the inscription inside and looked up at me again nodding vigorously. The she blew me a kiss and slipped the chain round her slender neck.

Cook had managed to persuade Uli that it wasn't her fault and picked up her own present. When she saw the brooch that I'd chosen in pure desperation, her broad face split into a wide beam and she heaved herself to her feet. I braced myself. She caught me in a vast hug and crushed me to her bosom.

Thank you, Luke, thank you. It's beautiful.' She let go of me and Trudi took her place. She hugged me too and blew in my ear.

'Sooner than you think,' she whispered, and ran her tongue round the folds. I was glad I'd washed. If she'd ended up with a mouthful of earwax it would have ruined her evening. They clucked and cooed over each others' presents, and cook opened the pendant and admired it. She read the inscription.

'It says "May all your wishes come true". That's a lovely thought.' She was beginning to get emotional and Uli was yawning. It was time to break up the party. After more hugging and kissing we went back upstairs and at the top I took hold of Uli's shoulders and turned her towards her room.

'Sleep. I'm getting you up early tomorrow. You've got an early appointment as a pre-Christmas surprise. No questions. Off you go and I'll call you at nine.' She was bursting to ask but I clamped my mouth shut and glared at her. The wine was still working on her and she stepped forward and gave me peck on my sealed lips, then turned and fled. I went up the next flight of stairs to my room hoping that everything was going to work out.

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The next morning I banged on Uli's door at nine sharp. She was in her robe and looked wide awake.

'I've been waiting for hours. What should I wear?' She was bubbling and looked like an excited twelve year old.

'Casual. Breakfast in ten minutes'. I closed the door and headed downstairs. I made coffee and found croissants in the fridge, and put them in the small oven to warm. I was putting butter and jam on the table when Uli came skipping in.

'Where are cook and Trudi?'

'Packing and sleeping, I should think. Cook's leaving at ten thirty and Trudi's off later this afternoon. Eat your croissant and drink your coffee. There's a cab coming for you.' While she ate I went and fetched the two envelopes I'd prepared.




All Things Come... Ch. 05



December (Part 2) 

I was putting the finishing touches to the classroom when I heard the front door open. I'd hauled up a huge basket of pine logs and the fire was crackling happily in the grate. An electric Christmas tree twinkled, illuminating the small pile of presents under it. Assorted Christmas frivolities were draped over lintels and light fittings and a candelabra with five scarlet candles flickered on the table. I'd manhandled the two armchairs out of my bedroom and placed them in front of the fireplace. The effect was a room for two people to spend Christmas in. I slumped into one of the chairs and waited.

I heard footsteps, then Uli put her head round the classroom door. She stepped into the room and turned round slowly, looking at everything, then spotted me.

'Luke, what have you done?' I blew her a kiss.

'Happy Christmas to us. There's champagne behind the candelabra and we're going to drink a toast to ourselves any minute. How was your day?' She came and knelt beside me, putting her chin on the arm of the chair, looking thoughtful.

'Different and interesting.' I poured some champagne and she began to tell me. The spa was wonderful and the woman who'd been looking after had been so helpful and kind. She put the lights on to show me. Her hair had been subtly trimmed from its usual severe pageboy, and the effect was to minimise the girl and accentuate the woman. Her skin glowed, and her finger and toenails had been manicured and coloured. She looked gorgeous, and I felt my cock twitch longingly.

'One thing was odd though,' she said. She was too caught up in the flow of her story to be embarrassed. 'After the massage she did my legs and armpits, really delicately, with scented wax, and then she asked me if I wanted the rest done. So I asked what she meant, and she looked at me... down there, and said she'd never seen such a mess. She got a big book out and showed me pictures. I never knew people did their hair down there. I thought it just grew and that was it, but she told me that hair was fine but beards were for men and whiskers were for cats, not pussies. So I found one I liked and said OK, I'll have that one. It stung a little bit, the wax down there, I mean, and having scissors so close to my ...I was a bit nervous at first, but she was very careful. It feels really different,' I smiled to myself.

'I bet it does. What else?' It had all been wonderful and the woman had given her a tray of things for lunch and a glass of wine and had talked to her as if she was grown up. I listened to her and was glad I'd tipped in advance.

'What about the shopping?' She bit her lip.

'I didn't buy anything. There was so much stuff and I don't really know what's what, so I bought a huge pile of magazines, and I'm going to look at them tonight and then I thought I could go shopping tomorrow.' I cheered silently.

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The next day she arrived back at five, looking exhausted. I came up from the kitchen to say hello and couldn't help smiling. She was sitting on the bottom stair, her purchases piled round her, rubbing her feet and wincing. She heard my footsteps and looked up.

'Shopping is really hard work.'

'That's why men don't like it. Never trust a man who says he'll be happy to go shopping with you. He's a liar. Did you get what you wanted?' She smiled tiredly.

'I think so. I'm one huge ache. I spent the cab fare and had to get the bus back. I'm going to have a quick shower before class.' I put my hand up.

'No. you're going to have a long bath, and then we'll have supper, and then you can show me your clothes. You've grown up enough not to grumble about making the class up later. Go on up. I'll bring your parcels in a minute. I need a shower too.'

By seven thirty we were sitting in the classroom staring at the fire and digesting. She'd eaten hungrily and we'd split a bottle of wine. She'd dressed properly after her bath but I'd just thrown on an old set of sweats. 

'I thought I was going to die when I came in. It was good of you to put the lesson off. I promise I'll make it up when you say.'

'If you behave like an adult I'll treat you like an adult. Jesus, woman, you're nineteen. You can vote, leave home, go to prison, get married, anything you like. When am I going to get the fashion show?' 

'Everything's on my bed, still in the bags. Come and see.' I shook my head.

'I want the full catwalk stuff. I'll go and fetch everything and you can change in my room and come through and model it for me.' She looked delighted.

'Really?'

'Of course really. Don't go away.' I came back loaded, and with her robe as well, dumped everything on my bed, and went back to my armchair. 

The parade was worth it just to see her look of concentration as she explained each item. It seemed as if everything went with at least three other things, but the subtleties of the matter escaped me. I watched and applauded and she beamed and beamed. She was totally alive, fussing over the garments, comparing them for me. I interrupted her.

'You're loving this. Why don't you send off to some design schools? More fun than a Catholic university, I should think.' She stood stock still for a moment and then went on with her explanations. She didn't answer but I knew the seed had been planted. 

Finally she ran down. She came out of the bedroom tying her robe round her and flopped into her chair. I got up and gave her a glass.

'Brandy and Tia Maria. It's too sweet but I drink it at Christmas because it's festive. Sip it slowly or it'll knock you out.' She sat and sipped and looked into the fire. She didn't speak and neither did I. After a few minutes she looked up. 

'You're a very comfortable person to be with.'

'You're pretty good yourself.' She looked thoughtful again, then determined

'I'm going to show you some other stuff I bought, and I want your honest opinion about whether it's alright or not. And if it isn't I want you to explain why.' 

'OK.' She went back into the bedroom and I sipped my brandy. Then she came back in shyly, and stood in front of me. My heartbeat accelerated. She was wearing a short cream silk camisole that reached to her hips, and a pair of wide legged French knickers. Her smooth young flesh glowed in the soft light and her face was serious. The camisole had a scalloped neck line that brushed the top of her breasts and the silk was fine enough to give a hint of the lushness that it covered.

'Is it alright? I love the way it feels, but I don't know when I could wear it.' 

'Uli, it's beautiful, and it makes you look even more beautiful. It's something that a woman would wear for her lover.' She twisted her hands together.

'I sort of thought that. I bought some others that are more for everyday.' She hurried back into the bedroom.

The other sets weren't as erotic as the camisole; but more practical and chosen to go with specific outfits. She made me come into the bedroom while she slid in and out of her new clothes again, darting into the bathroom to change her lingerie, unselfconsciously pointing out why this bra went with this top and why these panties were good with that type of skirt. I sat on the bed and watched her. 

'Uli, enough. None of it's vulgar, all of it's beautiful and so are you. I'm going to have another brandy and try to get my blood pressure down.' She blushed.

'I suppose I should cover up. But I haven't been embarrassed. You're different somehow, Luke. Thank you for being so patient.' I shuffled back into the classroom, trying to hide the bulge in my pants, and she began to put things back in their bags.

She came out and poured herself another brandy and Tia Maria, then sank into the chair opposite me. She'd put her robe back on and stretched her toes out to the fire. She examined her feet critically.

'I like the colour they did these, but I'm not sure about the fingers. You'd have to redo them every time you changed your clothes.' She sipped her drink. 'This stuff is nice. Luke, can I ask you something embarrassing?'

'Embarrassing for who?' She smiled.

'Me, I suppose. You're the only man I've ever talked to except for my father and Karl. That's not normal, is it?'

'No. But it's not your fault, so go ahead: we're here and we're relaxed and we like each other. If I'm embarrassed I'll tell you, and if you are I'll take no notice and never speak to anyone about it.' She looked relieved.

'OK, then. Am I sexy?' I nearly spilt my drink.

'Yes. You don't realise it yet, and when you do you'll be dangerous, but yes. You're the sexiest woman I've met for a long time.' She nodded.

'People were looking at me in the shops and I felt uncomfortable when I noticed them doing it.'

'I look at you too. Does that make you uncomfortable?'

'It makes me feel funny inside sometimes. I've got another embarrassing question.' I looked quizzical. 'It's sort of personal too, but there's no-one else talk to. I mean I go to school and it's the nuns and the other girls, and I come home and it's just Karl and Frau Ugly. The girls at school have their little gangs and boyfriends and all that, but I'm older than them and I'm supposed to be a bad influence, and I feel ignorant and they think I'm snooty.' She looked ready to cry.

'What are you worrying about?'

'About private things. Mother's no help, and Karl's my brother, and there are things I don't understand. I've read books and things but books don't answer questions.'

'Uli, I said we'd talk openly and I can see you're having trouble, so I'll tell you what I've noticed about you and you can tell me if I'm right or wrong, OK?' She nodded nervously and I went on. 'I think you're worried about your sexuality and whether you're normal. I know you masturbate, like everyone in the world does, and I think you probably play sexual games with Karl sometimes. And last of all, I'm sure you want to find out more about that part of yourself before you leave home, and I agree: if you don't you'll be a disaster area. Am I more or less right?' She was blushing scarlet.

'How do you know all that?'

'Well, the first part is easy, or you wouldn't have started talking about it. The games with Karl are a guess, but I've seen how you look at each other sometimes. And I've seen you masturbate. I watched you in the classroom once when you thought I was asleep.' She went even redder

'Why didn't you say anything?'

'Because it was a private thing and spoiling the moment for you would have been an intrusion.' She flung herself off her chair and landed in my lap. Her shoulders were shaking and she began to sob.

'I do it and I don't know if I'm a freak or not, and it's never the way I want it to be, and it makes me feel dirty afterwards. The nuns say...' I interrupted sharply.

'Bugger the nuns. They know nothing at all about the real world and I bet they've been filling your head full of old fashioned nonsense about evil and sin. When I was watching you all I saw was a young woman giving herself pleasure. It was beautiful. Tell me about you and Karl.' She was still crying but she sat up and wiped her eyes.

'You're so calm about everything. It's a game I invented. We tell each other stories and touch ourselves while we're telling them. The one who's listening has to copy what the storyteller's doing. Once we showed ourselves to each other completely and I watched Karl squirt. But we haven't played it since then.'

'You're growing up, that's why. You sound completely normal to me, just criminally under informed.' She shifted in my lap and I gasped.

'What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?' She sounded as if she was going to cry again.

'You caught my bits and crushed them a bit. Guys are sensitive down there.'She got up and looked down at me.

'I can see the outline of you through those trousers and I saw you the other day when I came into your room. Your thing's bigger than Karl's.'

'Penis or prick or cock, Uli. And you've got a vagina, or a pussy, or a cunt if we're talking dirty.' She looked at me cautiously and I could see the brandy had got to her. 

'Can we play the game, Luke, so we can see each other properly? I mean I've seen you and you've seen me, but not to inspect.' She was serious and vulnerable and I couldn't bear the idea of hurting her. I took a deep breath. Temptation is a terrible thing.


'Inspect? OK, we'll pretend it's a biology lesson. But go as slow as you like, and if you want to stop that's fine. You're in charge.' She nodded and went to the table, poured herself another brandy and Tia Maria, and came back to the fire. I wondered if this was ethical and then thought to hell with it. Christmas comes but once a year. 

'Sit on the floor in front of the fire and so will I, and I'll tell the story and you have to copy everything I do, OK?' I slipped onto the floor and settled myself and she did the same. She fiddled with her hair for a moment, then she picked up her glass and took a healthy swig, pulled the lapels of the robe apart, and let it slip over her shoulders. She clasped her hands over her breasts and looked at me expectantly. I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and copied her pose. 

'I was sitting doing my maths homework and I could see you in the armchair. You looked so peaceful. Your book had slipped onto your lap.' Her hands were moving lightly over her breasts but she wasn't letting me see them yet. My prick was throbbing and I could feel it slowly engorging. She squeezed her hands together and her cleavage deepened as she moved her hands in slow circles, rubbing the insides of her breasts against each other. Then she cupped herself gently, lifting them away from her body. I touched my own nipples, feeling the hair on my chest rasp against my fingers and watched her. Her teats were the darkest rose colour, set in narrow areolas of a slightly paler shade. My cock was stabbing at the fabric of my pants, but I didn't move. There was a dreamlike quality to the room. 

'I thought you were asleep, but I imagined that you weren't and I'd deliberately taken my panties off before I came to do my homework, so I was feeling all warm inside, and a little bit scared too, but in a nice way.' Her hands had begun twisting and tugging at her teats and her breathing was becoming faster. Suddenly she took her hands away from her body and stood up. 'I don't want to play the game this way. I want us to feel each other.' Before I could react she let the robe fall to the ground. She was naked and my prick jerked. 

'You left your underwear off deliberately, Uli, didn't you? Go on, admit it, Miss Shy Little Thing.' I pointed a finger at her and she blushed from her breasts to her forehead.

'You know everything. Sometimes I think you're a mindreader.' She looked at the clock. 'It's almost Christmas. My Christmas wish is for you to touch me like I imagined you were touching me that evening. Please, Luke. You said it would be like a biology lesson.' Her voice was soft and I knew that if I reacted wrongly she'd be lost and ashamed. I smiled at her again.

'Come on then. Sit down between my legs and relax and I'll try to touch you the way you want. But first I want to see your new hairstyle properly.' She looked shy.

'I'm not really used to it yet. I was looking at it this morning. I think it makes me look more grown up.' She stepped towards me and thrust her pelvis forward, and I twisted my head up to see better.

'Turn towards the fire a little.' The tangled mass of hair had gone, and her groin shone in the firelight. I could see the soft curve of her cunt lips rolling into each other at the top of her slit, and a faintly darker crack where her clit was pressing to escape. A tapering stripe of blonde fleece led down to the top of her slit, carefully trimmed, with enough length to retain its natural curl. The skin round it was as smooth as silk, and the supple flesh begged to be touched. I ran my finger down the little strip and she shivered.

'It's beautiful, love, and it suits you perfectly. Come and sit down the way I said.' She turned and lowered herself into me, leaning against my chest. Her blonde hair fell back and I could see her clear fine profile. She stretched her body against mine and I lifted my hands and rolled my fingertips delicately round her ears. She began to say something and I put one hand over her mouth.

'Hush. Your game but my turn. Close your eyes and just feel. You can have your go later if you want to.' I returned to her ears, tracing my fingertips through the whorls and folds. I felt her relax against me and make a contented little sound. My hands drifted lower and I began to stroke her jaw and neck, and then lower still, and ran my fingers lightly over the tops of her breasts. She gave a small sigh and her body seemed to melt back into mine. My cock throbbed painfully as I traced small circles over her, lower and lower, until I was grazing the puckered flesh of her areolas. My mouth ached to taste her, but the spell of peace and slow mystery was strong and I forced myself to pour as much of my feelings through my fingers as I could. I knew that no-one had touched her before and I gave silent thanks that the privilege was mine.

I could feel her chest rising and falling as my hands roamed over her, avoiding her nipples as I caressed every other part of her breasts. As I passed round her areolas again, focusing on the crinkled surface that seemed to be hotter than the rest, I felt her take a long shuddering breath. I stroked the edges of her rigid teats and felt her back flex against my prick. Her thighs clenched and I imagined her cunt beginning to produce the aromatic syrup of arousal. I grasped her teats and delicately pulled them. She moaned softly and her hips began the slow instinctive motion of a woman in heat. Her hands fluttered to her crotch, and I released her breasts and drew her arms back to her side.

'Hush, sweetheart, this is from me to you.' I licked my fingers and returned to her nipples, rolling them between the pads of my fingers and milking them gently. I dropped my head and ran my tongue delicately round the rim of her ear and she gasped. I squeezed a little harder and saw her abdominal muscles quiver.

'Luke, when I touch my breasts it never feels like this. I only feel like this when I touch my... pussy. What are you doing to me?' I hushed her again. Her sensitivity was incredible and I poured more of my feelings into my hands as they sought to draw even stronger responses from her. Suddenly her whole frame shuddered and her thighs locked against each other. I saw her toes point and knew that she'd had a small orgasm. Her heart was pounding under my hands but I felt removed from all desire. My cock had softened as I tried to project myself into her emotions. I could feel her shyness evaporating as pleasure rolled through her, and her surprise at her own reactions. I slipped my hands lower, pushing into her stomach, sensing the last soft tremors of her release.

She rolled her head on my chest and her soft hair slid tantalisingly across the skin. Her lips were parted and her eyes half closed, and I massaged her belly gently, my thumbs just touching, and the tips of my fingers brushing the top of the little blonde crest she was so proud of. I fancied I could feel the deepest parts of her body reacting to my touch, and she moaned again as my fingers slipped over her flanks and hips.

I reached behind me and took a cushion from the chair, then lifting her as smoothly as possible, I moved her off my lap and turned her. My stomach muscles were screaming in protest but I managed to manoeuvre her without breaking the aura of eroticism that surrounded us. She was boneless in my arms and I laid her head and shoulders on the cushion and arranged her legs over my thighs. Now I could see the very core of her. 

She lay unmoving, her eyes fixed on my face and I extended my hands again, cupping my palms over the flattened hillocks of her breasts and scraping the tips of her teats with all the delicacy I could manage. She stirred and her buttocks clenched. I moved my fingers down her body and dipped into the soft dimple of her navel, feeling her tremble, then parted my hands and slid them tenderly to her groin. The freshly waxed skin was as slick as glass under the pads of my fingers, and I drew my thumbs down the junction of belly and thigh till they met at the top of her slit. I pressed down lightly and she moaned again, her hips rolling as I stroked the outer edges of her labia, feeling the soft tissue pulsing and watching the lips swell and darken. 




All Things Come... Ch. 06



January 

Christmas had come and gone. We'd been merry, eaten and drunk to excess, faithfully done our lessons, gone out in the days and done simple touristy things. I didn't know Vienna well and Uli had delighted in showing me her city. We'd held hands as we walked, kissed each other goodnight, and I'd gone back to my habit of not wearing clothes unless I was cold or in company, but we hadn't had any further sexual contact. On the other hand we had talked a hell of a lot. Her curiosity about everything was insatiable, and as she realised how unnatural her life had been, it grew even more. 

On New Year's Day we were sprawled in the armchairs reading. We had gone out to see the New Year in with the other revellers in the centre of town, only dragging back to the house as the first buses were beginning to run, and though it was six in the evening we'd only just breakfasted. Uli was wearing her camisole set but I hadn't bothered to dress after my shower and was lying sideways in the chair so I could watch her and the fire in comfort. She raised her head from her book and smiled.

'If you'd told me two weeks ago that we'd be sitting here naked and comfortable I'd have laughed in your face.' 

'You're not naked, but I know what you mean. You've done a lot of growing up pretty quickly.' She raised her arms and slipped the camisole over her head and then wriggled out of the knickers. 

'The silk feels so good that I don't want to take it off, but fair's fair. Luke, how come we're sitting here naked and you're not horny and I'm not feeling nervous or excited or hot?'

'Because we're adults, and adults know there's a time for everything.' She pondered that and I watched her as she thought. Her body glowed in the firelight and the flames sent dancing shadows across her breasts. She rubbed her pubic stripe softly and then sighed.

'It's quite tricky being an adult. Is that why you haven't been pushing me about sex and everything?' 

'Do you want to be pushed?' She dropped her eyes.

'Part of me wants you to jump out of the chair and take me, but I know you won't.'

'That's probably why you can think about it pleasurably. If you really thought I'd do that you'd be in a state of advanced nervousness. I've been watching you since Christmas Night, Uli, and you've been thinking and asking and thinking some more. I'm not going to spoil that. That night was memorable and I've been thinking about it too, but trying to repeat it won't work.' She looked at me curiously.

'I thought men wanted sex and sort of went for it.'

'Some men do. There are men who like sex but don't really like women, and they use the women for sex, and there are men who like women and who like having sex with women they like if they're both up for it. There's part of me that wants to jump out of the chair and take you, but that'd be an abuse of trust, so I won't do it.' She nodded.

'I'm glad about that'. She drew her knees up to her chin and I saw the soft folds of her pussy peeping between her thighs. 'You know cook and Trudi are back tomorrow, and Karl and Frau Kurtz the next day, and my mother sometime soon, don't you? All this will be like a dream. What are we going to do?'

'We'll put Luke and Uli back in their box and get on with making sure you pass your exams stupendously well and maybe think about applying for design school. You've been asking enough sensible questions about it. And we'll both think about the last two weeks quite a lot, and when you've passed your exams and you're not my student and we're not stuck in this awful household, we'll go and have a meal somewhere and talk some more. Does that sound OK to you?' She smiled.

'What was that English phrase you taught us? Oh, yes: "sounds like a plan". It's more or less what I expected you to say. It's like you: calm and thoughtful and exciting.' Her face changed. 'I'd like to give you a New Year present. You gave me that beautiful bracelet that I can't wear in public, and all those other things, and I'd like to give you something too.'

'You don't need to thank me for anything and you already gave me lots, Uli, and a new wallet as well: there's no need for anything else.' She uncurled herself from the chair and kneeled at my feet.

'It's partly for you and partly for me and partly another biology lesson. I want to suck your prick and make you come in my mouth. I bought a book on sex and this is my first practical.' She grinned up at me impishly and ran her tongue exaggeratedly round her lips, then raised herself off her heels and leant over me. Taking hold of my cock she extended her tongue and rolled it lovingly over the tip, then lowered her head and began to draw my flaccid length into her mouth. I shifted slightly towards her and felt her warm lips sliding over my helmet. I could sense her nervousness under the assumed confidence and my heart went out to her. She wasn't really ready for this, not yet, but it was a gift and to refuse it would be shattering for her. Besides, when you're offered a blow job, self justification is easy. Temptation is a terrible thing.

Her mouth stretched as she slid her down my shaft, and I felt myself growing and filling her mouth. Her forehead creased in concentration as she tried to work out what to do with the extra girth and firmness. I felt her hesitate and pulled back from her slightly.

'Just the head today, sweetheart. Never mind what the book said about deep throating. Mouth over the end, use your tongue on the bottom side, and keep your teeth out of the way, please.' She gave a muffled giggle but her eyes looked relieved. I felt her mouth relax and she began to lave my helmet gently, running her tongue from side to side. I felt the rim of the head sliding across the inside edge of her lips and watched her mouth widen as it pulsed and swelled. 

She began to move her head backward and forward, withdrawing almost completely and then gliding back down and closing her lips at the top of the shaft. She dropped one hand to her crotch and started fingering herself. I took her other hand and guided it to my cock, closing the fingers round the base of the shaft, and she grasped me gently and slid her hand up almost to her mouth and then back again. The action pulled my foreskin back completely and my cock jerked as my frenum was exposed to her probing tongue. She began to suck as she rolled me round her mouth and her lips clamped tighter round me. I felt the erotic aura of the moment wash over us and my pulse quickened. This wasn't an experienced woman: this was a young girl working at learning how to give and receive pleasure and I felt privileged to be the focus of her concentration. 

Her hand was moving faster along her slit and I could see her knees slipping further apart as she unconsciously synchronised her masturbation to the caresses of her mouth. Her breath was rasping through her flared nostrils and I knew that if her mouth hadn't been full she would have been panting. I began to thrust gently, trying to find a tempo that would bring us to climax simultaneously. Resisting the temptation to prolong the darts of pleasure connecting my balls and my prick I flexed my cock, tightening my anal muscles and lifting myself to the next level. Her hand was a blur now, dancing over her clit, and I did my best to keep pace with her. I watched her, and when I saw her thigh muscles begin to clench I put my hand over hers and moved it faster and harder along my prick. Her mouth opened slightly and her lips lost their firm grip on my helmet as she took in a shuddering breath. 

The sight of her lust filled eyes and the heart stopping beauty of her face as she came, her mouth half open and my cock jutting into her slack lips, was too much for me and I spewed my seed into her mouth without warning. She pulled her head back instinctively and the next burst splashed across her cheek and nose, I jetted three more times until her face was a smeared mask of dribbling semen, then slowed our hands and let my cock lie quietly in her mouth. The tremors that had wracked her subsided and she closed her lips on me again, running her tongue over my helmet gently, then relaxed and waited quietly as I softened and shrank within her mouth. I let myself slip out and lifted her off her knees, settling her into my lap and encircling her in my arms. I cradled her head gently, then lifted her face and began to clean it, running my tongue and lips over the splashes and smears of cum. As I worked gently down one cheek I tasted a saltier trickle and looked up to see her eyes overflowing with tears.

'That was terrible for you, wasn't it?' 

'No. The worst blow job I ever had was wonderful, and that certainly wasn't the worst.'

'But I got it all wrong,' she wailed. 'I started, and you were much bigger than I thought, and then I got excited and it all went wrong.'

'And the first time you try anything you expect to be perfect? Sweetheart, think straight: you started and you got excited; good sign. If you'd felt revolted that would definitely have been a problem. I was bigger than you thought? So we'll enjoy practicing. It all went wrong? Nonsense. You came, I came, and you got a faceful of cum. Sounds like a win-win situation to me. What about the taste?' She managed a smile and hugged me. 

You're so kind. I wish I were older and knew more. You tasted wonderful, and it made me come even harder. That'll have to last me for a bit though, won't it?'

'Thank you for my present, sweetheart. Let's go and shower and get cleaned up. The real world's beginning to creep back.'

* * * * * * * * * * *

Ten days later it was as if Christmas had never happened. Karl had returned, wild with excitement and boasting of his ski exploits, I suspected that Fritz' sister or her friend might have had something to do with his high spirits, but said nothing, and concentrated on bringing him back to regular study habits. He hadn't completed his holiday work and I kept him for an extra hour a day during the first fortnight of the new term while he caught up, threatening him with Frau Kurtz and his mother's displeasure if he didn't pull his socks up. By the end of the week he was back to heel and I relaxed. I went back to calling Uli Ulrika, and she accepted the term time rules with wry good humour. As she became engrossed in learning again our relationship slipped back into that of teacher and pupil and I admired her new maturity silently. In the second week of January Angela knocked on the classroom door. 

'Luke, it's good to see you. Did you have a good Christmas?' She stepped lightly across the room and gave me a neutral kiss, then sat down.

'Fine thanks, Angela. How was Estonia?' She shuddered.

'The things I do for capitalism. Herr Fischer's consortium will begin some boringly huge engineering project in May, the EU will guarantee payment, and the Minister for Development wants to divorce his ugly wife and marry me.'

'A good time was had by all, then?' She snorted delicately.

'If you say so. I've just come from talking with Ulrika. What on earth have you done to her? I found myself getting interested in what she was saying, for Heaven's sake.' 

'Get used to it. Did she talk about training for a career in the fashion business?'

'She hardly stopped, and she was wearing new clothes too. Rather nice ones, in fact. Did she choose them herself?'

'Angela, I sent her out with most of the Christmas bonus that your husband gave me and she came back with a wardrobe that works. If you go and look carefully at what she bought, you'll be amazed. For God's sake don't let Frau Kurtz start threatening to confiscate them or anything. If you leave her alone to grow up she'll be fine, but if you press her too hard right now you'll have problems like you've never seen before, and I'll walk out. I won't watch my work being destroyed. And no, I didn't fuck her.' She looked at me appraisingly.

'Are you telling me what to do?' 

'I'm suggesting that till I came here you had a pair of disasters on your hands and now you're half way to having two independent young adults who won't resent you and your husband for being shitty parents, and who'll go off and build lives for themselves without interrupting your social whirl. Isn't that what you hired me for?' She looked a little ashamed.

'Not quite as brutally as that, but yes, I suppose so. Why did you bother to tell me you didn't fuck her? I'm sure you want to.'

'So that you know, and because she trusts me, and because underneath it all, so do you. I'm a guy who prefers to earn his money.'

'You're a very unusual person, Luke.' 

'I hope so.' She didn't speak again and after a minute rose to her feet, kissed me rather less neutrally, and left. I sighed and went to bed.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Two days later I was in the kitchen drinking coffee with cook and Trudi. Cook had decided that I was the son she never had and was opening her heart to me.

'This house is happier than it's ever been, Luke. Ulrika's a changed girl and even Karl is politer. Frau Fischer's different too. I can't put my finger on it, but it's happened since you came. When Trudi and I heard that another tutor was arriving we laughed, but we were wrong. Have some more cake.' I shook my head and Trudi winked at me.

'Don't make him fat, cook, or he'll get soft and lazy.' She was out of uniform, ready to go out for the evening, and I looked at her hungrily. It wasn't cake I wanted. Her smooth dark hair shone, and her slim body, lithe and supple, was generating animal energy. She was wearing a woollen sweater and skirt, her breasts straining the weave, and I remembered the soft weight of them in my hands as her tongue and mouth milked me. We'd hardly talked since she came back after Christmas, but today there was an unspoken hint of promise about her. She was full of pent up excitement, swinging her shapely legs, and without warning jumped up and grabbed her coat.

'Things to do, places to be. I'll see you tomorrow, cook. Bye, Luke.' She was gone, and cook looked at me knowingly.

'New boyfriend, I expect. She's been excited and jittery ever since we came back.' I tried not to pout, and went back to my room. The classroom door was ajar and Ulrika and Karl were waiting for me. I waved hello and went to the bathroom to get rid of some of cook's coffee. When I lifted the seat I saw a note taped to the underside. "Unfinished wishes. Bistro, 9.00pm. T, xxx." My heart lifted and I went back to the classroom with a spring in my step. I felt as if I was crackling with energy as we dived into the prepared material. The kids picked up on it and we sailed. They were stupendous, and at the end of the three hours I punched the air.

'You guys are going to piss through those exams. Have you got any more homework tonight?' They both nodded and made faces but didn't really look put out. 'Go and do it now while you're still buzzing, and tell Frau Ugly that I'm eating out tonight. I've scarcely been out of the house for two weeks.' Ulrika looked at me oddly, but they cleared their books and went off and I made a dive for the shower.

At nine sharp, freshly shaved, thoroughly washed, and with all my senses sharpened and humming, I strolled into the bistro and waved to Gustav. He waved back and jerked his thumb at a booth on the side wall. I looked and saw two heads showing over the back. They were close together and my curiosity turned up a notch. I ambled over and slid onto the empty bench, and my smile of greeting widened and became a big shit eating grin.

'Olga, Jesus, what a surprise. Trudi, I thought you looked a bit wired this afternoon. Is this a plot or an accident?' I leaned over the table and kissed them both soundly, and felt a soft tongue slip into my mouth each time. I sat down again and looked at them properly. They were both wearing big smiles and identical looks of suppressed excitement. Trudi took Olga's hand and then mine and held them together for a moment, wrapping hers round them and squeezing.

'A plot of course, dummy. I called Olga and she was able to get away for a couple of days and we decided that she deserves to celebrate and I deserve some more wishes. We're going to have not too much to eat and just enough to drink and then we're going to Olga's cousin's flat. She's away skiing. And when we get there we'll relax and see what comes up.' They looked at each other and giggled and my heart began to pound.

'I'd better have oysters for starters then, hadn't I?'

At ten thirty we piled out of the restaurant. Gustav gave me a thumbs up as we left and I put an arm round each of their shoulders.

'Taxi?' Olga shook her head.

'No need. It's only five hundred metres.' We walked slowly through the crisp night, the girls sandwiching me between them. Olga slowed as we approached a new block of flats and started fumbling in her bag. She found the keys and opened the door.

The apartment was small and luxurious. The heat was on and a wave of warm air hit us as we entered. The girls stripped off their coats and Olga made for the kitchen. Trudi shot through to the bedroom and I was left standing in the lounge feeling happily out of my depth. The combination of Trudi's assertive sexuality and Olga's gentle but equally determined enthusiasm was going to be more fun than I deserved, and possibly more than I could handle. Only one way to find out, I thought, and shrugged off my coat.

They arrived back in the lounge simultaneously. As Trudi reappeared my heart skipped a beat; she'd stripped to her underwear and when I managed to tear my eyes away and turn my head I saw that Olga had done the same. She was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and three glasses on it. She put the tray on the coffee table and nodded at Trudi. They both launched themselves at me and dragged me to the sofa. I felt hands scrabbling at my clothes and surrendered cheerfully. When I was down to my boxers they plumped down on either side of me and leaned towards me, giving me a soft kiss on each cheek. Trudi poured champagne and I regained my breath.

They'd gone to a lot of trouble. They were wearing identical sets of lingerie in a soft cream stretch fabric. Trudi's darker skin glowed and her breasts pushed against the bra. Her nipples were taut, and thrust boldly forward. I could see the faint line of her trimmed bush at the crotch of the panties, and she licked her lips as she watched my eyes travel over her. She looked like a portrait of earthy lust. Olga's lighter colouring and chestnut hair seemed ethereal by comparison. The dark circles of her wide areolas were visible through the material of the bra and her long thin teats looked as if they were straining to break free. My cock twitched in anticipation and I raised my glass to each of them in turn.

'To two of the sexiest women in Vienna: here's to long nights and short rests.' Trudi nodded enthusiastically and drained her glass, and after a moment Olga smiled shyly and did the same. I emptied my own glass and we put them down. The girls looked at each other again and stood up simultaneously. They took a hand each and led me ceremoniously to the bedroom, ushering me in: Trudi eagerly, Olga with repressed excitement. The bed was enormous, filling almost the whole of the small room, and candles had been placed on every available surface. There must have been eight or ten of them and their warm light bathed our bodies. I dived onto the bed and rolled over.

'Come on then, you hussies. Do your worst.' They leapt after me and landed hard, one on each side, laughing and wriggling along the length of my body. A soft wave of overheated girl seemed to be breaking over me and I cupped each hand round a soft and rounded buttock and squeezed them gently, pulling them towards me. Two hands reached out and settled on my crotch and my cock twisted like a hungry animal, stabbing at the fabric of my boxers. I could smell their distinct aromas. Olga's as I remembered, spicy and strong, and Trudi's, lighter and sharper, almost herbal.




All Things Come... Ch. 07



February.

The seductive rhythm of work and progress took over my life for the next month. Scarcely a sexual thought entered my head as I prepared classes and helped Ulrika and Karl to absorb new knowledge, working with them while they practised using it, rejoicing with them as it became automatic and natural and their ability to express themselves grew. As the end of the month approached, and with it half term I went looking for Angela.

'Hello, Luke, I haven't seen you for ages. Is there a problem?' I shook my head cheerfully. 

'Just the opposite. I'm prepared to bet that Karl and Ulrika's half term reports will knock your socks off, and I've come to ask you to declare a three day holiday as a reward. I'd like us to go to Salzburg and hear a concert at the Mozart Hall, and make them think that hard work brings rewards. You can justify it as behavioural reinforcement'. She looked thoughtful for a moment.

'That'll fit in nicely with my plans. It's about time I hosted something, and if you're all out of the house Trudi can get everything ready while cook supervises the caterers'. She looked in her bag and pulled out a Gucci diary. 'I'll tell you this evening which days and Frau Kurtz can order tickets and book hotels. She'll throw a fit, of course'.

'She's got a vested interested in the kids being incorrigible. I'll let you break the news to them. Don't tell them it was my suggestion'. She beckoned me towards her then pulled my head down and kissed me.

'You are something else. I feel another invitation creeping up, but not just yet. You've turned this into a happier house, Luke, and I don't know how or why'. She let go of me and I retreated, feeling pleased.

When I got back to my room Trudi was lounging in an armchair leafing through a book. She looked up as I entered.

'I had to something to get your attention. When you focus you focus, don't you? I could be walking round the house stark naked with a rose between my teeth and you'd still nod vaguely and be absent mindedly polite. I don't know why I'm not offended. Come and give me a kiss'. I did as I was told and flopped into the armchair opposite.

'You want to tell me something and you're a little bit nervous. Anything serious?' 

'How the hell do you know these things?' I shrugged.

'I watch people and sort of know what they're feeling. Tell me what's up'.

She'd come to confess that she'd been spending time chatting to Ulrika, who'd fallen into the habit of going to the kitchen and getting a hot drink before homework.

'We've been having girl talk and I sort of tricked her into saying more than she meant to about Christmas and now I feel bad about it'. She looked at me apologetically and I shrugged again.

'She's in the middle of a crash course in becoming autonomous and she need lessons in what the real world's like, as well as school subjects'. A thought struck me. 'Did you whisper any confidences back to her?' Trudi looked guilty.

'Nothing specific, but she's probably wondering how come I know so much about you. I didn't tell her directly that we're fuck-buddies, but she's not stupid'. 

We'll deal with that if it comes up. How's Olga?' She made a face.

'Back with her mum, poor thing, in the middle of nowhere with just her vibrator for company. I'm going down this weekend to see her and charge her batteries'. She giggled at her own joke and went to make a start on supper.

*********

Angela appeared at the supper table to make the announcement, Frau Kurtz had a head attack, Karl and Ulrika looked overjoyed, and I stayed quiet and tried to look surprised and pleased. After the meal we went up to what I was beginning to think of as the teaching suite, and the kids settled down to the rest of their homework. The fire was glowing and I slumped in my favourite armchair and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew was a pair of soft lips grazing mine and a warm hand stroking my cheek.

'We've finished, Luke. Karl's gone to watch TV and I'm going to have a shower and read for a while'. There was laughter in her voice. You look quite tired, you poor thing. Have all your women been tiring you out?' 

'What's that supposed to mean?' Her eyes were bright and loving.

'It means that I know you're not a one person guy. I'd already worked that out and Trudi's a dead giveaway. I saw her face when she was talking about you, and I was hurt at first, but after thinking about it I'm not going to try to change who you are. You've done too much for me to be selfish. Would you mind if I let Trudi know that I know? She's different from me but I feel as if she could teach me lots of the things that you can't'. I reached up and drew her onto my lap and bit her ear gently.

'Talk to her as much as you can. Underneath all the surface froth she's a sensible person who knows herself and lives happily with the knowledge. That's a good trick to learn. I couldn't do it when I was her age'. I kissed her ear. 'You've been very patient and studious lately'. She squirmed as my tongue traced down her neck.

'I'm trying to copy you. Calm and patient and thoughtful'. She wriggled off my lap. 'Go back to sleep. Maybe you'll need your energy when we're in Salzburg'. She ran her hand down my cheek again and left, humming quietly.

**********

Our plans solidified. Frau Kurtz was told to book a suite and to hire a car so I could get us all down there in comfort and on the Tuesday of half term I watched the kids piling luggage into the boot. Trudi came and stood by me.

'I wish I was coming too. The party's on Thursday and it's going to be horrendous. Still the caterers and cleaners will do most of the hard work'. Her eyes strayed to Ulrika. 'God, she's beautiful. I don't know what you've done to us, Luke. You've taught me not to grab everything all at once, Olga's happier about her body than she ever used to be, Ulrika's turned into someone who's totally different. She's so good with clothes and she's been helping me to alter some of my stuff while we've been chatting. Even Frau Fischer's less tense than she used to be'. She cocked her head and looked up at me. 'Ulrika and I have talked a lot about you, completely honestly, and neither of us resents the other; we still don't know how you do it'. I felt the familiar shrug starting.

'It's a gift. I don't work at it'. She looked at me exasperatedly, then reached up and ruffled my hair. She blew me a kiss over her shoulder as she went back into the house.

***********

Austria isn't a big place and we were rolling into Salzburg by mid-afternoon. Our hotel was a gaudy wedding cake of a building, and I boggled as we pulled up, but Ulrika wasn't fazed. She slipped out of the passenger seat and nodded at the doorman.

'Herr Fischer's party', she said simply, and an army of porters descended on the back of the car. I handed the doorman the keys, feeling like someone important.

The comfort level in the suite was bordering on the sybaritic and I was hard put not to join the kids as they explored it. We were a step beyond mini-bar country, and I opened an elegant cocktail cabinet and extracted a bottle of wine. My case had been unpacked by a cheerful chambermaid and there was nothing to do until the concert the next night. Karl and Ulrika came out of their rooms.

'Help yourself to drinks, guys. You're the ones who've been working, so you get to decide what we're going to do this evening. If you argue I'll cast a deciding vote'.

To my horror they elected to go to MacDonald's and then a movie. I was about to protest but remembered that it was their treat and that this was something they'd hardly ever done. I braced myself and we went out.

Actually, it wasn't as bad as I'd feared. I had a beer and stole some of their fries while they ate greedily, then managed to sleep through most of the film, and as we came out I was planning what to order from room service. We walked briskly, Ulrika between Karl and me, her arms hooked through ours. I glanced sideways and looked at their profiles, flushed and happy, and congratulated myself.

As we entered the hotel Karl gasped and tore himself loose from Ulrika's arm. A girl in the check in queue turned at the sound of his voice and her face broke into a smile. The couple in front turned too. They recognised Karl, and he shook hands with them. Ulrika and I strolled over and Karl introduced us. The girl was one of the party that he'd joined on his skiing holiday and I guessed that they'd been more than friends.

'My sister Ulrika, and this is Herr Lancer, our tutor', Karl was saying to the girl's parents. They looked me over and appeared to approve of what they saw. They were in Salzburg for the concert too, and had arrived later than they intended. The girl, Bea, could scarcely take her eyes off Karl and I smiled at her parents.

'I was about to order supper. Karl and Ulrika ruined their appetites in MacDonald's, but I restrained myself. If you could join us we'd be delighted'. My eyes flicked sideways to Karl and Bea and her father grinned.

'It's most kind of you. In half an hour, shall we say, when we've had a chance to clean up a little?' I grinned back at him. 

'Karl will show you our suite. In fact I think that for only the second time in his life he's going to offer to help someone with their luggage'. Karl's ears turned red and Bea's father smiled again. We made polite goodbyes and Ulrika and I walked sedately across the lobby to the lifts. As I opened the door to the suite she pounced.

'I know you a little bit, Luke Lancer, and you've got a plan. What is it?' I chuckled and unwound her arms from my neck.

'Do you want us to be a trio the whole time we're here? Bea's parents seem nice enough. Let me work on them over supper. I bet they wouldn't mind some time together without her'. Ulrika shook her head and went off to her room to shower.

Supper went like a dream. Bea's parents were relaxed and cheerful, obviously happy that their daughter had met people her own age, and we talked idly as we ate and drank. Karl and Bea were engrossed in each other and Ulrika edged her chair round, pleased to be one of the 'adults'. After an hour Bea's father looked at his watch.

'I've driven too far today, and I'm going to bed'. He looked at his family. 'Come on, you two'. Bea turned to him.

'Can I stay a little while longer, please? I slept in the car. I won't wake you, I promise'. Her mother looked at her husband, and to my surprise he winked at her.

'I don't see why not. Half term only happens once a term'. He laughed at his own joke and they stood up, ready to leave. I saw them to the door and as we shook hands he looked at me. 'If she's down in less than an hour I'll hold you responsible.' He looked at his wife fondly. 'I rather hope that I'm going to get some after driving therapy'. She smiled and leaned towards me.

'Herr Lancer, two hours would be better if you can bear it, but if you get fed up with her just send her away' I looked back at Karl and Bea.

'I'll have to prise her loose with a fork however long it is. Don't worry. Can I tell her that's she's welcome to join us for all or part of tomorrow?' Mother nodded.

'Of course, or if Karl would like to he could join us; he seems to be a nice lad, and Bea's talked of no-one else since she came back from skiing'. They left and I saw them put their arms round each other as I closed the door. Karl and Bea had moved to the sofa and were playing with the TV, zapping channels. 

'If you two are going to do that all evening you'd better do it in your room', I said, 'or I'll go mad and start throwing things'. Bea giggled and Karl tried to look casual as they got up. As the door to Karl's room closed I winked at Ulrika and she stifled a smile. 

'You're really bad sometimes. What next?'

'Go and help them choose a risky film and when they start necking be a good sister and say you'll keep me occupied. I'm going to have a shower'. She smiled a secret smile and stood up.

I was out of the shower and lying on my bed wrapped in one of the towelling robes that the hotel provided when Ulrika slipped in. She'd showered too and her hair was still damp. Her robe was tied tightly and she bounced onto the bed and knelt beside me. 

'They're watching some soft porn and getting really worked up. More lessons please, teacher. Trudi says that you're the best at oral sex that she's ever known and she told me to try it. She says she wants to compare notes'.

'She's a great one for comparing notes that girl. She's been telling you lots, hasn't she?' She nodded.

'I was shocked at first, especially when she told me about you and her and that other girl, and I felt hurt and jealous, but she made me listen and understand. She made me feel better about your cock too. She said she can only manage half of it without choking and she's had lots of practice'. She hitched herself up and straddled my chest, flipping the robe open as she did so. 'Show me what it's like, Luke, and then I'll show you what I've learnt. Trudi helped me practise on a banana'. I sighed exaggeratedly.

'A teacher's work is never done. Move forward a little'. Her little pussy was winking at me and I could see drops of lubricant forming amidst her soft petals as her excitement mounted. She kneewalked up my body and her subtle aroma filled my nostrils as I moved my hands to her firm buttocks and caressed them, pulling them apart slightly. Her pussy gaped wider and I extended my tongue, flicking her asshole and then swirling lightly up and around her pink slit. Even as I watched it darkened and engorged and she gasped quietly. I raised my head and licked delicately round her clit, probing the sides of the hood and running my tongue up to the soft fur above. Her lips and mound were smooth and I guessed that Trudi had been offering some useful advice in that department too. Her hips began to roll gently and she pushed herself more firmly onto my face. I pinched her ass.

'Rule number one, try not to suffocate the person who's eating you'. I heard her giggle, then gasp as I let her sink again and slid my tongue gently into her virgin channel, rimming the walls of her cunt with feather light strokes and moving my mouth over the intricate folds of her inner lips. I let my thumb slide up into her crack and licked it too, then drew it down to the puckered flesh of her anus, probing the little clenched rosette with the tip and feeling her muscles flutter as the thrill of intrusion darted through her. Her hands had moved up to her breasts and she was pulling and pinching her taut nipples, her head thrown back, lost in a world of mounting pleasure. Her sphincter quaked again and I let my thumb glide smoothly into her bowels, moving my tongue back up her slit as I did so. Her clit was straining towards me, begging to be touched, but I deliberately avoided it and merely circled it again, then dragged my tongue down through her pleats, feeling her begin to shudder. The strong muscles in her buttocks tensed under my hands and her breathing quickened.

I eased my thumb out of her asshole and lifted her gently, coaxing her onto her back and arranging her body so that her legs were on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor between them I dipped into her crack and swiped my tongue up and down once, then pursed my lips round her clit, bathing it with my tongue as I pressed a finger firmly into her anus again. Her hips bucked and she grabbed a pillow, holding it to her face to muffle the groan forcing its way out of her. I suckled the little stump of nerve endings and her lower body began to thrust against my mouth as her breathing grew more ragged. I sucked harder and flexed the finger in her asshole. Her slit gaped and I thrust two fingers into her cunt, turning and crooking them slightly so that the pads glided over her G spot. The spongy flesh trembled under my fingertips and the rhythm of her hips quickened. I flexed the fingers in her vagina and rectum and blew on her clit gently, then flicked the tip of my tongue across it quickly and she fell over the edge, screaming softly into the pillow. Her orifices contracted over my fingers and grasped them hungrily as her body shivered and the muscles in her belly tightened and released. I withdrew from her holes, letting my mouth lie quietly over her cunt, pressing gently with the flat of my tongue as she quietened.

'Jesus, Luke, what happened?' I ran my tongue gently over her, collecting her sweet syrup and rolling my lips round the edge of her labia. 

'You came on my face and very nice too'. My prick was straining and had slipped through the opening of my robe. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and I leaned forward and kissed her. Our tongues twined round each other for what seemed like an age. Then she pulled herself free and ran her hand down to my cock.

'My turn now. I'll see if I can remember Trudi's lessons'. We changed positions and I sat on the edge of the bed as she knelt in front of me, drawing a tremulous breath and lowering her head to the plum taut surface of my glans. Her tongue lapped daintily over the head, tasting the pre-cum that was oozing from me, then I felt her mouth widen and she slipped it down over the flaring rim of my helmet. Her lips tightened as she slid further down my shaft, her warm tongue stroking the underside, forcing the tip against the roof of her mouth. A wave of electricity rolled over me, centring itself at the base of my prick, the pool of pleasure throbbing as her soft mouth bathed me in sensation. The pure eroticism of her actions, and her innocent concentration on her task sent bolts of lightning crackling along the length of me and my cock flexed and swelled, pulling my balls closer into my body. 

'It's going to be soon Uli, and I'm not going to be able to stop it'. One hand slipped under me and I felt a slim finger probing my anus, slipping past my sphincter and coming to rest gently on my prostate. She rubbed it softly and my prick lurched again. I felt the pressure in my balls begin to stir and bubble and she changed the motion of her mouth, bobbing her head up and down faster, the suction growing. I lost it almost immediately and hot cum spurted up my shaft and splashed into her mouth. She pulled her head back to the rim of my cock and I felt her throat working as she struggled to swallow my seed. As the last weak jet forced its way out of me she slowed the movement of her head. Her cheeks were bulging and I reached forward and hauled her up to lie on top of me. Our mouths met and I forced my tongue between her lips, releasing a flood of semen. I put my hand over her head and held our mouths together as we rolled my seed round with our tongues and cleaned each other. The taste of her was still on me and our flavours melded into each other as we kissed. Then she rolled off me and lay panting at my side.

'What do you think, teacher?' 

'Terrible. You need lots more practice and a good spanking'. I couldn't keep the laughter out of my voice and she giggled and bit my ear.

'Trudi talked about that too. Maybe one day if you promise not to be too rough. Don't be mean though. Was I good?' I hugged her.

'Yes. Pure sex, pure sensation, pure ecstasy, and all in three minutes. I don't think I've come that quickly for a long time. You'll have to tone down your technique if you want your men to last'. She smiled pleasedly.

'I'm going to go and play big sister with Karl and Bea, or her dad'll be up here wondering what's going on'. She slipped off the bed, tying her robe, and closed the door behind her as she went out. I lay on my back and marvelled at the distance she had travelled.

The rest of our stay was less intense. The concert was like concerts always are, but the glamour of the occasion and the various dignitaries and celebrities that we spotted made it special for my two charges. Ulrika slipped back into the thoughtful mood that had held her all year. She was an undamaged version of her mother, I thought: eager for sensation, but content to let her needs grow until she chose to release them. Her sexuality was more confident and assured, and she was happy to stay close to me when we were alone, but she made no overt sexual moves and I was unwilling to push her. Karl and Bea spent as much time together as they could and I spent both evenings dining with Bea's parents, Ulrika sitting quietly beside me listening to the conversation. I have to admit that I indulged in a little salesmanship as we talked. Bea's father was a high up civil servant and listened carefully as I described my profession, and Ulrika bravely confessed that her grades had soared since I started tutoring her. Bea's father made a note of my mobile number.




All Things Come... Ch. 08



March.

Winter was fading and it was beginning to feel as if spring might really arrive. I was leaning out of the classroom window one afternoon, breathing warm air for the first time in months, and admiring the pale blue sky when there was a tap on the door and Frau Fischer came in.

'Luke, we need to talk'. Her voice was worried and I wondered what had happened.

'Sure, Angela. What's the problem?'

'Frau Kurtz has handed in her notice. She says that she needs to look after her mother, but the truth of the matter is that she can't bear the changes you've caused. So it's your fault and I need your advice. I know she's a terrible old dragon but she runs the house like clockwork and does all the accounts and organises my diary and... and everything. I can't imagine doing without her'. I looked at her.

'Angela, think for a minute. You can get another housekeeper or you can be clever', 

'What do you mean?' Her voice was suspicious.

'You could leave the kitchen to cook, promote Trudi to domestic housekeeper, get a cleaner to come in daily, and hire a nice young somebody part time as your social secretary. You'd probably save money doing it that way. Next question?' She was looking at me in a stunned fashion.

'I don't even know if Trudi can do the arithmetic necessary for keeping accounts'.

'Well, shame on you, Angela. She's twenty seven for God's sake. Ask her and see what she says'. She opened her mouth and then shut it, turned on her heel and marched out. I went back to looking out of the window, feeling cautiously optimistic.

* * * * * * * * * * *

A week later it was settled. Trudi's High School Diploma proved that mathematics and domestic management had been her strongest subjects, and Frau Fischer had agreed to pay half the cost of a short course in bookkeeping for her; cook was overjoyed at the thought of working without constant supervision; Frau Kurtz had stormed off, leaving the monthly bills in deliberate chaos, and I'd hinted to Karl that as he was taking an accounting module at school he might offer to give Trudi a hand at first. When he balked I reminded him that any chance of going to visit Bea, or being permitted to invite her to stay in the Easter holidays was going to be subject to my recommendation. I sat and read and gave my classes and let the house find its new rhythm. Ten days into the new regime an envelope appeared on my dressing table. Inside was a note. 'You seem to have been right again. I don't know how to express my gratitude except with money or sex, so they'll have to do. Money is enclosed, and your invitation will be when you least expect it. A'. Five hundred euros were folded into the envelope. I counted it happily and decided that money and sex were probably the best forms of gratitude to receive.

Two evenings later I received a visit. Classes and supper had come and gone and I was reading in front of the fire, fresh from the shower and wrapped in my old bathrobe. There was a knock on the door and Trudi popped her head round.

'Can we come in? Uli's with me', she said,. I smiled up at them.

'You both look very serious. Is this an official deputation?' Trudi smiled.

'Sort of but not really. We just wanted to say thank you properly and to let you know that we love you, and if there's anything we can do for you you've only got to say'. Uli nodded seriously.

'Not traditional love. We've been talking about you a lot since Christmas and we've decided that you'll probably never love one particular person: you're so wrapped up in your work, and trying to make other people feel better about themselves, and making sure you have the sort of life you want, that commitment isn't on your agenda. But love for you as a person and for what you've done for us, and Karl as well, and even my mother...'

'...and Olga too, and a girl called Inge', put in Trudi. I sat up. 

'What about Inge?' I asked. 'I've never known such a small town as this'. Trudi laughed.

'Uli had already told me about the spa and when Frau Fischer asked me to be housekeeper I decided to celebrate by treating myself to a half day session, and Inge was on the desk, and I told her about how my bosses' daughter had been there, and one thing led to another and she told me all about her night with you. She's dumped her boyfriend and had her nipples pierced and she wants to see you again'. Her eyes twinkled as she finished. I heaved myself to my feet and went over to the bookcase. Apart from books it held a bottle of brandy and four small tumblers. I poured us a measure each and handed the girls their glasses, feeling something in the air. It felt like sex and I did nothing to dampen it. Temptation is a terrible thing.

'Thank you for bothering to say it: there's no need really. Uli was almost right when she said I'm busy making sure I get the life I want. I hate being with unhappy people, so it's a form of selfishness really'. I raised my glass. 'Here's to you both, my sweet ones, and I hope everything goes on getting better for you'. I drained the tumbler and set it down. The girls sipped more decorously, and I looked at them fondly. They had my measure and they didn't mind. In fact they seemed to want it that way. I felt like a cat with a basketful of canaries, smug and spoilt for choice. Trudi went over to the door and pushed it shut, then locked it, and simultaneously Uli went through to the classroom and locked that door too. They came back and stood in front of me again, and Trudi began undoing her blouse. 

'We've worked out that you're not going to actually fuck Uli until she isn't your student anymore, because you're quite serious about your work in a weird sort of way. We don't really understand that, but if it's your private rule, then that's what it is. But to finish our thank you we're going to lay you on your bed and I'm going to ride your cock while Uli sits on your face and watches'. Her skirt joined her blouse on the floor and she reached behind her to undo her bra. Uli had stripped off her sweater and was pushing her jeans down her legs. My prick stirred under the robe and I let out a mock-reluctant groan.

'Nothing but work, work, work. Still, at least it's girls on top. Can I just lie still and pretend to enjoy myself?' By now they were naked, their arms round each others' shoulders, laughing at me quietly. The contrast of the black hair and the blonde, the slim bodies complementing each other, their individual but perfect breasts, Trudi's heavy, with dark nipples, Uli's smaller and softer, tipped with rose, the little tufts of fur decorating their mounds, the totality of their focus on me, brought a lump to my throat. I let the robe slip from my shoulders as I stood up and walked over to them, putting my arms round them and drawing all three of us into a close embrace. 

'I'm lucky and privileged to know you both', I said quietly', and I owe you thanks for understanding what I am'. We were still for a moment, then Trudi's warm hand snaked between our bodies and grasped my cock. She looked down at it.

'Come on, you, and bring Luke with you'. Uli giggled and ran her hand over my ass and we stumbled over to the bed, still holding each other. I lay back contentedly as they knelt over my cock, stroking it gently with their soft hands. I could begin to smell the unmistakeable scent of their excitement. Trudi lowered her head and ran her mouth over the head, holding it away from my body as it throbbed and twitched.

'I don't really see how it'll all go in', said Uli seriously. 'You'll have to make sure you do that slowly so I don't miss anything. I always imagine it hurting, and the biggest thing I've ever put into myself is my old hairbrush handle. When you first did it, was it painful?' Trudi raised her mouth from me and Uli leaned forward to let her lips take their turn.

'My first one wasn't like this. He was called Otto and he was long but thin, so it was quite easy. But if you really want this fat thing to be your first then you'll need to practice on something so you get used to stretching a little. He's not the biggest I've seen, nor the thickest, but when you put the two together he's quite impressive. I told you Olga can only just take him, didn't I?' Uli nodded and I yelped as her teeth grazed my helmet. She pulled her mouth off me quickly.

'Sorry, Luke', she said, 'but it's just that I was getting interested. I'll watch now and ask questions afterwards'. She wriggled backwards and swung one long leg over my chest, crouching on her elbows and knees, her sweet soft ass pushing into my face. Through her legs I saw Trudi's mouth moving onto my cock again and my hips began to thrust as her tongue laved the underside. She squeezed the base of the shaft hard, and her voice was muffled,

'Whoa, tiger, this is an exhibition bout as well as a thank you'. Her mouth slipped over me again and I reached up to Uli's buttocks and pulled them gently apart and down; her little rosette winked at me and I saw the broken curve of her pussy lips running forward to the mystery that lay at her core. I nestled her sphincter onto my tongue and began to lap it gently, not penetrating her, but circling her tight little pucker fastidiously. My cock was as hard as steel, and I sensed Trudi's smile of satisfaction as she lifted her lips from me. 

'What I like is the way it curves up and back to his belly. Olga says it makes him easier to throat, but I think the way he can stroke you forwards and backwards inside is the real advantage'. She sounded like someone demonstrating Tupperware.

The bed shifted as she slipped her leg over me and I felt the straining tip of my prick just touch her pussy lips. Uli's buttocks had begun to sway gently as she pushed her asshole back onto my tongue, searching for the soft invasion that she wanted. Her thighs were almost over my ears when I heard Trudi's voice again.

'Look, can you see? It's a good job that my lips down there are short. If I put the tip just there and push down, my pussy feels him stroking me all round the edge and the muscles start squeezing, trying to pull him in'. I felt her hand raise me to the mouth of her vagina and the hungry rim of her vault clutched at the head of my cock. Uli drew in her breath. Her asshole had slackened and I slipped my tongue into her, revelling in the familiar earthiness. She flexed herself over me for a moment, then raised her hips and settled down again, forcing my mouth down her crack and rubbing the entrance of her pussy over my lips. Trudi let her weight begin to force me into her, the flaring head of my prick sliding past her protective ring, and I heard Uli's indrawn breath as she watched. I eased my tongue into her soaking hole in a miniature imitation of Trudi's action and her body shuddered.

'God, Trudi, I can see you stretching as it goes in. It looks so beautiful, but he's splitting you open. Why doesn't it hurt you? Tell me what it feels like...., oooh'. Her voice broke off as I flicked my tongue forward, finding the head of her clit. I felt the thighs hugging my head tremble and then Trudi's voice, beginning to sound breathless.

'It feels fucking wonderful. He's hard and thick and long and I'm sinking onto him but he's warm and velvety inside me. He's stretching me but all I can feel is him filling me...' Her voice trailed away and she began to pant as her hips found the ancient eternal rhythm of desire. She was holding her body further back than usual, exhibiting herself to Uli's gaze, pulling my cock away from my body and rubbing the head along her G spot. Uli leaned forward, raising her body from my face, and I could see her peering at the point where Trudi's and my bodies were joined.

'Your clit's sticking right out', she said after a while, 'and it looks as if it's waiting to be touched'. Her head snaked forward and Trudi gasped as her soft tongue curled its way round her hungry nub of flesh. Her hips bucked over my shaft and I felt myself clench and thrust involuntarily. I reached forward and cupped Uli's soft breasts, hauling her gently back onto my mouth, and began to dance over her taut little clit with my tongue again, rolling her teats and tugging at them with my fingertips. She gasped and threw her head back. Trudi's hand had found its way to her own clit and her breath rasped as she rocked herself on my cock. She leaned forward and she offered her breasts to Uli's mouth.

'Bite them, please, hard, bite them, make them hurt'. Her free hand grasped Uli's hair and pulled her mouth to her bouncing breasts, guiding it towards one distended nipple. Our dance of three partners began: her thighs squeezed my torso and her pussy rippled over my shaft as she tried to force herself further down me, her hand trapped between our bodies as she twisted her clit between her fingers. Time slowed and became a sweet wave of sensation as bolts of energy stabbed through me and gathered in my groin. The girls' movements grew harder and faster and at last I felt my balls roil and churn, and the warm rush of fluid pumping to the base of my shaft. I pinched Uli's tits hard as and pursed my lips over her throbbing button, sucking hard and flickering my tongue over the head. She moaned and I felt her cunt lips try to grasp the tip of my nose. A rush of sweet liquid dribbled over my face and her teeth must have clamped on Trudi's teat, for I heard a soft scream and the darker girl's body thrust itself fiercely onto mine as I jetted into her. Her fingers brushed my cock as she frigged herself to a second climax. Uli had pushed herself back onto my tongue, and their bodies slumped against each other as our triple orgasm held us in a timeless moment.

When we were still I pushed gently at Uli's buttocks. She gave a little mew of protest and lifted herself a fraction. I spoke round her clinging wet folds. 'Uli, love, you'll have to get off me. I'm used to breathing every five minutes or so'. She straightened up and heaved her body back, looking down at me anxiously.

'Luke, I'm sorry, are you alright?'

'I'm fucking wonderful but I need air. Your lips were trying to suffocate me for a moment there'. She slid off me, leaving a trail of musky syrup over my cheek, and Trudi leaned forward onto my chest. My softening tool twitched inside her and her vaginal muscles gave me a last tired squeeze. I pulled her a little way up my chest, feeling myself slip out of her and suckled gently at her breasts; there was a full set of toothmarks round one areola and I winced in sympathy.

'Kneel over me, sweetheart, and I'll clean you up a little. She shuffled forward and I lapped her sodden cunt gently, drawing my seed out of her. I felt Uli's lips caressing my flaccid prick, her tongue laving it, her lips gathering the dribbles of cum that had forced their way out between Trudi's and my bodies. She crawled back up the bed and our mouths met in a three way cum filled kiss. Then she pushed Trudi off me and lay down, and both girls curled themselves into the crooks of my arms. I held them close and hoped my nose wouldn't start itching. I think I slept for a few minutes, then I roused them and led them to the bathroom. We showered, soaping each others' bodies gently, and as we rinsed under the warm spray, Trudi reached up and stroked my face.

'Over the top again. Sorry'. I squeezed her ass gently.

'Not to worry, sweetheart, but you'd better spend a little time talking to Uli about rough and why you like it'. I reached out and touched the angry toothmarks that circled her nipple and she flinched. Uli gasped.

'God, was that me?' she wailed. 'It must have been when Luke started sucking my clit. Trudi, I'm sorry, it looks so painful...' Trudi smiled.

'At the time it was what I wanted. Luke's right. There's a twisted part of me that likes it a bit too hard. It used to be there the whole time but he's shown me how to keep it under control. Olga's helped too. We'll talk about it'. The intensity of the previous hour had affected all of us. They dressed tiredly and kissed me goodnight like two sleepy children, and I heard their footsteps receding slowly down the corridor.

* * * * * * * * * * * Frau Fischer's new social secretary turned out to be a willowy young man called Klaus. He was polite and charming, with a streak of cynicism, and I knew the minute I met him that he was gayer than springtime. We eyed each other warily for a day or two as he explored the household, and then decided that we didn't threaten each other in the least and could afford to relax. He was on the premises three mornings a week, immaculately dressed and smelling gently of cologne, and I fell into the habit of taking coffee with him and Trudi in the kitchen.

Trudi herself was turning into a professional before my eyes. The household ran as smoothly as it ever had under the iron hand of Frau Kurtz, and she had slipped into her new role and assumed authority without feeling the need to be authoritarian. She was entranced by Klaus, and set about satisfying her curiosity from day one.

'Are you really gay?' she'd asked him out of the blue. 'I mean, I know you are, because Luke told me, but to me it's not obvious. I think you're a slim hunk, if that's possible'. Klaus smiled.

'I'm so gay that I couldn't even find my way back into the closet. The only problem will be jealousy'. Trudi looked confused.

'Jealousy?'

'We're fishing in the same pool. You don't have to worry though. I'm having a lovely time at the moment with a Greek diplomat who thinks I'm wonderful'. Trudi smothered a smile.

'Are you good at advising people about clothes and make up and stuff, and maybe a massage when they're feeling tense?' Klaus beamed.

'That's me. Whenever you say'. I leaned back and smiled to myself. Angela had chosen better than she knew. I resolved to have a word with Karl to make sure that he was up to speed on Klaus.

* * * * * * * * * * * Spring strengthened and blossom began to appear on the trees in the garden of the house. Angela's social whirl continued, but now she was escorted by Klaus, and her life became more regular. Trudi and cook cooperated happily, and I accelerated the pace of Ulrika's and Karl's classes as the date of their exams approached. They were both focused on getting good results. Ulrika had applied and been accepted for a design college in Munich, and Karl was anxious to take a year off, follow the ski circuit, and maybe break into it. I concentrated on helping them to attain their goals and didn't notice very much else. On the last day of the month Klaus knocked on my door.

'An invitation for you, Luke. You're to present yourself in Room 317 of the Hotel Imperial at nine this evening, and a refusal will not be tolerated'. I'm required to convey your acceptance immediately. Dress casual, bring your penknife'. He looked at me quizzically. 'I didn't know you were servicing our employer as well as her daughter and housekeeper and God knows who else. Do they all know about each other?' I wondered what to say and decided that the truth would do.

'I'm surprised she trusts you so much so quickly. You must have hidden depths. Gentle body rubs and pretend pillow talk, maybe? Has she suggested you meet her husband?' He shrugged, and I went on. 'She probably knows about Trudi and I've told her that I won't fuck Ulrika while she's my student. I don't think either of them knows about her and it's probably better it stays that way. Angela doesn't care as long as her life is fun filled and trouble free and the girls don't need the extra distractions. They know about a couple of other women but they don't seem to mind'. 

'That's what I thought. Trudi's told me a bit about you. You've got a useful talent there. If you ever fancy the other side of the road tell me first'. I smiled at him.

'Probably not. I wavered a bit when I was much younger but I could never get too interested. Women engage me and guys don't. But thanks for the offer'. He sighed. 




All Things Come... Ch. 09



ALL THINGS COME....... TO HE WHO WAITS

April.

Out of the blue Angela decided that Karl and Ulrika would accompany her to Berlin for Easter to visit their father. As he hadn't set foot in the house since I'd arrived, and his only contact with his children had been the obligatory weekly phone call, this seemed like a long overdue plan. I hoped that she was taking my "hard work brings rewards" theory seriously, but suspected that she just wanted to show them off. What it meant was that I'd have a week off too, and I teased myself by wondering what do with it. Somewhere warm, I decided, and reached for the phone.

Somewhere warm means somewhere sunny, and somewhere sunny means that an English skin that's been in Austria all winter need some artificial help if it isn't to burn like toast the first day on the beach. Trudi had hinted heavily that Inge would like to renew our acquaintanceship, and pierced nipples sounded like fun. When I called the spa and asked for her, there was a long pause. Then:

'Is that you, Luke?'

'Hi, Inge. Trudi was speaking about you the other day and I've been meaning to call since she jogged my memory. And now I need to ask a favour as well. Does that make me sound cynical and calculating?' Her rich voice came down the line, heavy with affectionate irony.

'Of course not. I know exactly what a spontaneous person you are, never thinking about anything in advance. I'm so glad you called, Luke. What favour do you need?' I explained that I needed some tanning sessions and she gurgled with delight.

'You want me to help you get your clothes off and all that that entails?' I sighed exaggeratedly.

'If that's what it takes to get a winter tan in this city, then yes'.'

* * * * * * * * * * *

The spa looked deserted when I arrived there two evenings later; no lights were showing and I wondered for a moment if Inge had been playing tricks on me. I called her mobile and she answered immediately.

'Luke?'

'I'm outside.'

Half a minute later the door opened and she beckoned me in. She didn't turn any lights on, but took my hand and led me through the lobby to the treatment area, closing the heavy door behind us. I heard her fumbling on the wall and then the click of a switch. I stared at her, awestruck. She was naked except for a heavy gold chain round her neck. Two finer chains ran down from it to her breasts, passing through slender golden hoops that had been inserted into her tiny nipples. The chains continued down and rejoined over her crotch, leading down to her pubis. Her mound was completely smooth and the twisted links disappeared into the folds of her pussy. I felt my cock stir as I gazed at her. Her cropped hair had been trimmed and reshaped and she looked like a goddess of ancient Egypt come to life.

'Jesus, girl, you're hot. Where did the gold look come from?' She smiled happily.

'A bit of me and a bit of who I'd like to be. I told the jerk where to go and he sulked and went away and my life began to improve. So I splashed out to celebrate the new me. Trudi's been coming here regularly, mainly because I give her staff discount, and we've talked a lot; she says there's something about you that helps people be who they ought to be, and I think she's right. Come and have your first session and then we'll have a swim. I've been made a keyholder and no-one else will be here till tomorrow.' She tugged my arm and led me to the changing room. The place smelt exclusively feminine and I inhaled the mixed odour of woman and perfume and cleanliness appreciatively. She squatted and undid my trousers, letting them slip down to my ankles, then tugged at my boxers. Her hands cradled my balls and cock, her warm breath floating over the tip.

'You need a trim', she said, 'but we'll do that after the sun cabin. I'm going to give you the full treatment and then I'll accept payment in kind. Come on.'

Over the next hour I lost track of the number of times my cock rose and fell. Full treatment she'd said, and full treatment she'd meant. Leading me to the shower she washed me gently, then patted me dry and covered me with pre-tan cream. Wearing opaque goggles and nothing else, I stood in the tanning booth for fifteen minutes as the rays bathed my winter pale body, raising a pleasant tingle. She rinsed me and applied after sun moisturiser, making me lie on a couch while she rubbed it delicately into me. Her hands strayed frequently to my buttocks and crotch, and I caught a hint of her musky aroma over the scent of the lotion. The chains that joined her pussy to her breasts and neck swayed as she worked, and I felt myself entering a state of permanent semi arousal. My prick was turgid, lying heavily on my thigh, and I surrendered to her hands, letting all tension drain from me. Finally with a tiny pair of scissors and a razor she trimmed my pubic hair and shaved my scrotum and the base of my shaft.

'You'll have to keep this in shape', she said impishly, 'or it'll itch like hell when it's growing out. You ought to have a weekly appointment really. Come and check yourself in the mirror.' There was an entire mirrored wall in the changing room and we stood next to each other and examined our reflections. I was definitely pinker than before, but I still looked pallid against her warm bronzed body. It crossed my mind that we looked good together and I put my arm round her to complete the effect. The lack of hair made my cock appear larger than usual and I saw her reflection eyeing it with anticipation.

'A five minute dip and then it's payment time,' she purred, and grasped my penis possessively. Without letting go she led me to the pool, flexed her body gracefully and dove in with scarcely a splash. I followed her with rather less style. When we emerged I followed her back to the changing room and she grabbed a pile of soft white towels and laid them neatly on the floor. She motioned me to stand on them and produced an atomiser of scented oil. Kneeling in front of me she sprayed me gently and a nutty fragrance enveloped us as she worked it into my legs and buttocks, then stood to spray my chest and back. When she'd finished I was smothered with a fine layer of lubricant and she handed me the spray.

'My turn', she said. 'It's almond oil and completely natural and everything so don't be shy.' She parted her legs slightly and held her arms away from her body as I worked the spray and enveloped her in a fine mist, then, putting the bottle down, began to rub the oil into her slender frame. My hands felt big and clumsy as I massaged her, sliding my palms along her torso and buttocks and feeling the firm muscles flexing and stretching under her smooth skin. As I worked up the inside of her legs she parted them a little more, then raised her hands to her neck and hooked her thumbs under the fine chains that were suspended from the heavy choker. She moved her hands away from her body and gasped as the links slid over her nipple rings, pulling the tiny buttons of tissue away from her. I caught a glimpse of gold winking from her pussy and looked more closely, holding her lips apart with my thumbs. She'd had her clitoris pierced too, and another ring ran through it, holding the ends of the chains. She tugged again and moaned as the chains tautened, pulling her clit forward from its sheath. My cock rose as if by magic as I imagined the sensations that must be running through her.

Her slim frame was completely slick by now, and I drew her down tenderly to the pile of towels, our bodies sliding smoothly over each other. The oil seemed to heighten every sensation and I felt the tiny harshness of the chains between our torsos and heard the whisper of flesh on flesh as our hands explored each other. My cock was trapped between us, swollen and slippery, and she rolled it in her oily hands, making me catch my breath in anticipation. I grasped one of the nipple rings in my teeth. Her little teat jutted from her slight breast like a dark jewel and as I pulled the ring lightly it was raised further from her body. Her hands stroked my head and her pelvis began to thrust against me. Wriggling over, she lay on top of me, forcing my thigh between her legs. I took a chain delicately in my mouth and nuzzled her gold collar, and I could feel her clit being drawn from her folds as she began to pant and grind her crotch against me.

I released the chain and coaxed the fork of her body over my prick, then grasped her slippery shoulders and pushed her slowly down the length of me. She let out a strangled cry and her cunt walls quaked as she stretched to receive my distended cock. I held her still for a long moment, feeling every inch of her enfolding me. The little gold ring that pierced her was just visible at the point where our bodies joined, and I tugged the chains as lightly as I could while I flexed myself inside her. Her moaning rose in volume and turned into a sobbing wail, and her thighs slithered over my hips as she forced herself further onto me. Then she drew her knees up and swivelled completely, crouching over me, moving herself backwards and forwards as I split her from behind.

'Do my ass, Luke', she panted, 'put your fingers in my asshole'. Her little star seemed to be begging for attention, the puckered entrance shiny with oil, and it opened greedily as I set the tips of two lubricated fingers to her and slid them through her sphincter. Her pussy muscles closed on my prick like a vice and the rhythm of her thrusts grew quicker. Our oiled flesh made soft slapping sounds as she ground herself against me. I didn't want this to end, and relaxed my own ass as much as possible while her buttocks heaved on my fingers and her cunt sucked hungrily at my prick. As she spasmed and arched I concentrated on not coming and was just in time to prevent myself diving into the whirlpool of sensation with her. As her body stilled I withdrew my fingers from her anus and grasped her hips gently, pulling her back onto my straining cock.

'Oh my God, Luke, you're still there...' Her voice faded and she began to whimper softly, moving her hips slowly so that the walls of her pussy milked me. I lifted her off me and turned her round, laying her on the towels that were now rumpled and twisted beneath us. I raised myself over her and gazed down at her body. The muscles in her belly were still fluttering as the aftershocks of her climax ran through her, and she stretched her arms above her head and arched her back luxuriously as she squeezed the last ounce of sensation from her core. The posture tightened the chains that linked her erogenous zones and she bucked her hips gently, searching for more pressure on her shackled clit. Her slim form gleamed in the soft light, the oil highlighting her contours. With her flat chest and slender hips she should have looked boyish, but the person under me was pure woman, lust and luxury incarnate.

I lowered my hips until our bodies touched and my questing prick sought her entrance again. Her cunt was gaping, the petals of flesh surrounding the entrance slippery and welcoming, and I glided back into her with scarcely a missed beat. She thrust her pelvis up to assist me and moaned as her narrow vault was filled again. The head of my prick felt as if it was about to burst and I focused on moving as slowly as possible, intent on holding the moment, surfing the waves of almost unbearable intensity that we were sharing. Slowly my body caught up with my head and I felt my hips accelerate. She'd been almost motionless under me, only her ragged breath revealing the sensations that were sparkling through her, but as I quickened inside her she drew her legs up and wound her arms round my neck.

'Whenever you want', she whispered. 'Take me with you, Luke, and fill me up.' I felt the primitive rhythm of sex take control of me as the pressure in my loins increased, and I thrust harder and faster and finally erupted into her shaking body. As my seed fountained into her, her face contorted and she curled into herself, her arms and legs locked round me, simultaneously accepting my cum and offering her own gushing juices as she clasped me.

We lay without moving for an eternity but finally I raised myself from her and my cock slipped out of her sodden pussy, releasing a flood of oil and semen. We were dripping with sweat and the air in the changing room was thick with the smell of sex. She slithered out from underneath me and sat cross-legged at my head, dipping her fingers idly into her cunt and licking them clean.

'Did Trudi ever tell you you're not an everyday fuck?' I rolled and stretched.

'She might have said something about occasional and not regular, but I was being distracted at the time.' Her lips moved in a secret smile.

'You're so fucking intense and focused and ...there, and I don't think you realise it. We've fucked twice and it's been the best sex I've ever had, but I swear to God I couldn't do it all the time. I'd either die or become dependent, and I don't want either of those things.' She offered me a finger and I licked the cum gently off it.

'I don't want that either, sweetheart. Does this place have more hot water? We need to wash each other gently and let the real world back in.' She hugged me tightly. 

'That's exactly what you do. You drive the real world away for a while and let people be what they are. Will you wash me with your mouth if I plead and beg?' 

* * * * * * * * * * *

On the Sunday before Easter I was packing a holdall. I had an afternoon flight and a taxi was due in an hour to take me to the airport. There was a tap on the door and Uli stuck her head round. 

'We're all off today. I just came to say goodbye quickly. It'll be the first time since September that I won't have seen you every day. It feels strange.' I smiled at her.

'Strange and inevitable. When we get back we'll be on the last lap before the exams. You'd better relax while you can. There'll be no let up from Easter Monday to two days before the exams start, and I'll be fiercer than you can believe if you or Karl even think about slacking off.' She grinned.

'You've changed us too much for that. Neither of us is going to let you down.' She kissed me lightly. 'Have a good time, dear Luke, and come back ready to work me to death.' She turned and made for the door, glancing over her shoulder and blowing me another kiss. When she was sure I was watching she bent slightly and flipped the back of her skirt up over her hips. I just managed to register that she wasn't wearing panties when the skirt fell again. She stuck her tongue out at me and closed the door behind her. I went on packing slowly. I had met a spoilt and neglected girl last September, and in April a vibrant and confident young woman had flashed me. That's progress, I guess.

* * * * * * * * * * *

You have to go a long way south to be sure of sunshine in April, but Cyprus seemed to be right in the groove. I'd stumbled off the plane into a warm evening and spent some time arguing with a group of taxi drivers about who should take me where. The winner had driven me at breakneck pace to an underdeveloped fishing village that boasted one hotel, and I had installed myself, gorged myself on fresh fish and salad, then fallen into bed and slept for ten hours. Now, in the clear morning, I walked along the shore, exploring. A kilometre from the village the low cliffs dropped to the sea and I saw a glimpse of sand. A tiny beach fringed by rocks beckoned and I knew I'd found my daytime retreat.

My sessions with Inge had continued every other day for a fortnight, though we'd only fucked once more, and my body was tanned enough for me to feel no apprehension as I stripped and settled myself to do nothing. All I wanted was to let the work and concentration of the previous six months seep out of me while I absorbed the healing ambience, and that day and the three following I succeeded beyond expectation.

On the evening of the fourth day I strolled into the hotel at sixish, looking forward to a shower and a shave before dinner. The receptionist smiled brightly as I came in. I was the youngest guest by about twenty years and she spent most of her time sitting doing nothing. I was probably a nice change from the geriatrics who made up most of the other residents. I smiled cheerfully back at her. My Greek is basic, but I can get by: survival stuff. If you can order food and drink, ask directions, and be nice to women, then you're fluent as far as I'm concerned.

'Hi, Ariadne', I said. 'Another good day?' She pouted prettily.

'When summer comes it'll be better. More young people and more fun.' She looked at me curiously. 'Why are you here alone? Why isn't your woman with you?'

'I don't have a woman, Ariadne. I'm here to rest.' She nodded.

'No woman.' She smiled again and pretended to shuffle some of the paperwork on her desk. I carried on upstairs to rinse the salt away, and then sauntered down to the harbour for a pre-dinner drink.

Two beers later I sat in the dining room and looked around. I could see what Ariadne meant. All the other guests were retired couples on package breaks, and I guessed that her job was mind numbingly dull. The pretty waitress who ran the dining room brought me salad and retsina, the tangy Greek wine that tastes like turpentine at first, but slips down smoothly once it's anaesthetised your throat. She poured me my first glass, bending over unnecessarily and offering me a glimpse of her deep cleavage.

'Ariadne says you're not gay but you don't have a woman.' she remarked casually, as she straightened up.

'Ariadne's an observant girl, Evi.' I managed to say. She smiled and went off to deal with a table of Swedish pensioners. I wondered what was afoot, but gave up after ten seconds and concentrated on my food. All the same, when I took my after dinner stroll I went back to the harbour bar and had a glass of harsh Greek brandy, just in case. Temptation is a terrible thing.

An hour after I went to bed I was roused by noises at the door. It opened quietly and I heard soft footsteps approaching the bed. A faint noise that sounded exactly like a robe sliding off and dropping to the floor was followed by a creak and the bed tipped gently as it took someone's weight. The sheet was flipped back and a warm bundle of flesh stretched itself against me. I reached out and turned on the light. Evi looked at me from a range of about six inches, her dark eyes alive with mischief.

'Really no woman?' I waved my free arm round the room.

'Take a look.' She let out a muffled giggle,

'Have you ever had a Greek girl?'

'Not yet.' I ran one hand gently over the outside of her breast and down her flank. She quivered like a skittish horse and pressed her body to mine.

'You're different. Ariadne and I have been talking about you all week, wondering about you. Your eyes are like blue fire, and Ariadne said you probably know what we were thinking.'

'You talk to Ariadne a lot?'

'She's my sister,' said Evi simply, 'and we have no secrets.' She insinuated her hand between our bodies and grasped my cock, and her eyes widened. 'This is a lot. Let me see'. She rolled away from me and sat up, and I looked at her properly for the first time.

She was olive skinned, and her flesh seemed to have a luminous quality, every detail highlighted. Her body was ripe and full, her breasts generous, capped by chocolate areolas and thick, firm teats. Her soft stomach dipped smoothly down to a luxurious fleece of dark curls, and I could see fine wisps of hair peeking from her armpits. She smelt of fresh perspiration and delicate musk and my prick twitched as I inhaled her rich scent. She leant over me, holding my shaft in both hands.

'My God, you're a stallion,' she murmured. She bent at the waist and slipped the head into her mouth, rimming the flange of my helmet with her full lips, and I felt myself thickening and beginning to throb. As her mouth slipped slowly down my length I reached out to her breast and fondled the nipple with my forefinger and thumb. She hummed deep in her throat and I felt the vibrations travelling down my cock and resonating deep within me. The aroma of her excitement grew stronger as she lowered her body towards me. I suckled her heavy teats delicately, reaching up to them and forcing them together so that I could take both nipples into my mouth at once. 




All Things Come... Ch. 10



ALL THINGS COME....... TO HE WHO WAITS

May.

The last three days of my stay in Cyprus had been exhausting and inventive. Evi and Ariadne had neglected their duties blatantly and often, and I hadn't had the strength of will to refuse them. It had taken a week of effort to get my head round work and the rhythm of study again: Karl and Ulrika's exams were approaching fast and they were beginning to suffer from anxiety. I exerted as much concentration as I could to keep them on course and the effort was fraying my nerves as well as theirs. I went over their progress since Christmas and felt satisfied with that, and then began to worry about overtraining. If they peaked too soon they'd both be wrecks by the time exam week arrived. I found Klaus and asked him to tell me when Angela's schedule would let her talk about her children for ten minutes. The next morning he appeared at my door.

'Frau Fischer is free now,' he said solemnly. I trailed after him to a room on the third floor. He winked at me as he put his hand to the door, then opened it wide. The room had been converted into a miniature spa. There was a Jacuzzi, a sauna, and a walk in shower, and in the middle of the floor was a chrome and leather massage table, on which Angela was lying, completely nude. She looked up as we entered.

'Hi, Luke. Don't look surprised. I had this done while we were away. What did you need to talk to me about?' Klaus had disappeared into a small alcove off the main room, but now he returned wearing only shorts. Angela began to laugh.

'Don't look so worried, Luke. One of the best things about Klaus is that he can massage me without wanting to climb all over me, and if any part of me wants a little extra attention he can deal with that too and I can be completely lazy.' She began to smile like a Cheshire cat as Klaus dribbled gel along her back and legs and started massaging her with firm strokes. He was better developed than I'd imagined, his muscles well defined, and he was obviously putting some force into his movements. Angela's body rippled as he leaned into her. She eyed me mischievously.

'I said, don't look worried. This is as well as invitations, not instead. You're still in with a chance.' She blew me a discreet kiss. Obviously there were some things that she didn't want Klaus to see yet. I explained my mission and when I'd finished she closed her eyes, letting Klaus work his way down to her buttocks. Watching her submit to his ministrations had made my cock swell, and I adjusted myself unobtrusively. She must have been peeping, because she opened her eyes fully and grinned.

'So I can still get to you, Mr Self Control, can I? Come over here.' She beckoned me to the head of the table. When I was within inches of her head she reached out lazily and stroked a finger down the line of my turgid prick. Her buttocks quivered as she clenched them and her back arched, pushing her pussy down into the soft leather.

'Klaus?'

'Yes, Frau Fischer.'

'I think I'm going to suck Luke's cock while you give me a thorough workout. Do you think you can manage the timing?' He rolled his eyes at me.

'Of course Frau Fischer.' She picked up the tone of his voice and chuckled throatily.

'Don't be jealous, Klaus. You know he's not for you. Luke, just unzip yourself and fuck my mouth. No hands, no nothing. Just fuck it and fill it up with hot cum and then go. Anything you suggest for the kids is fine: I leave that entirely in your hands. Why did you bother to ask, anyway?'

'Because you're paying my wages, Angela, and I take my job seriously.' She licked her lips.

'Between the two of you you're the best investments I've made in years. Carry on, gentlemen.' She propped her chin on the edge of the couch and closed her eyes, then ran the tip of her tongue round her lips again. I looked over her head at Klaus and raised my eyebrows. He shrugged delicately without breaking the smooth rhythm of his hands on her buttocks, and flicked his eyes to my crotch. To hell with it, I thought.

I stepped back and unzipped myself, noticing Klaus' gaze riveted on my groin. As I pulled my boxers aside, my semi erect prick sagged out of my fly, and he made an exaggerated face of excitement. I repressed a grin and laid the tip of my cock to Angela's waiting mouth. Her lips curled round my helmet and she began a gentle suction. I shuffled forward and fed myself into her, feeling a flutter of desire awakening. My prick thickened in her mouth and I began to thrust slowly, keeping my hands in my pockets and concentrating on holding my rhythm. At the other end of the table Klaus leaned forward and changed his stroke, running his hands up the inside of her thighs. His face was creased in a frown of concentration. Angela growled softly round my cock and I caught Klaus' eye again and took one hand out of my pocket, drawing it through the air in time to the rhythm of thrusts, as if I were conducting an invisible orchestra. He nodded and changed his tempo slightly, moving Angela's legs further apart and sliding his hands further up her inner thighs. Her nostrils flared and she inhaled sharply, and I guessed that his probing thumbs had slipped over or into her for the first time.

My cock was fully erect and straining in her mouth but she made no move to cooperate and I didn't try to force it. This was her recurrent fantasy of abuse and control, and as far as I was concerned she could have it. I didn't like this aspect of her at all but I knew I'd see the real Angela again at least once more and as that thought filtered from my brain to my prick I thrust harder into her mouth. Her lips clamped more tightly over my cockshaft and I quickened my imaginary conductors' baton. Klaus responded, and her hips began to grind gently into the padded leather. She moved her hands for the first time and slipped them under her body, and I could see her forearms twisting as she rolled and pinched her nipples. I raised two fingers to Klaus and began to pump in and out of her mouth steadily. He shook his head at me and mouthed the word 'three', and I slowed slightly, sneaking a glance at my watch. I stayed with the rhythm that he was setting and watched Angela's face as his knowing hands worked towards her core. She was flushing, and her body had taken on a tempo of its own, her back arching and her ass lifting to present herself fully to Klaus' skilful manipulation. He and I were looking fixedly at each other now, and I had a surreal feeling that Angela was merely a channel for our communication and that he was actually masturbating me by remote control. It was weirdly erotic, unlike anything I'd ever known and I flexed my cock in Angela's slack mouth, forcing her lips to stretch to accommodate my increased girth.

My whole lower body filled with the lurch of approaching climax as my centre of gravity seemed to sink and my balls drew up towards my body, beginning to churn and roll. Klaus must have read my eyes because his hands quickened between Angela's legs, and her movements grew more frenzied. Her mouth tightened over me and her breath whistled in her nose as she sucked me further into her throat. Klaus nodded and I let go, my legs shaking as hot seed gushed up my shaft and spilled past her greedy lips. Her slim form convulsed, almost lifting from the couch as Klaus pushed two fingers simultaneously into her cunt and her asshole. Her throat worked convulsively but she was unable to swallow and my cum dribbled out of her mouth and back down my shaft, soaking my trousers and dripping and pooling on the floor. Her mouth sagged open and my cock slipped out of her, still half erect and bobbing obscenely from the fly of my chinos. She lay slackmouthed on the couch, a string of semen hanging from her lower lip and chin. I tucked myself back into my pants and turned to leave. Klaus waggled his fingers at me and then continued to massage her buttocks slowly, letting her relax.

* * * * * * * * * * *

When I'd showered and changed I went in search of Trudi. I found her in the kitchen with cook, deep in a pile of accounts. She looked up distractedly when I came in, and I made calming gestures.

'When you've solved it, love: there's no hurry.' I blew them each a kiss and retreated. I had a date with some lesson material anyway and I went upstairs to prepare it properly. An hour later she appeared in the classroom, looking triumphant. 

'Everything balances perfectly,' she announced proudly, 'and I've showed the accounts to Frau Fischer and she's signed all the cheques.' Her face creased in perplexity. 'It's only twelve, but she looked tired and sort of happy, like a cat with a bowl of cream.' I stayed quiet about that and concentrated on my own agenda.

'Trudi, are you still going to the spa?' She nodded.

'Yes, and every time I go Inge asks about you. You must have done something powerful to her: she looks better than she ever used to. Why do you want to know?'

I explained that Ulrika was going to need a session every Saturday, including a deep body massage and all the trimmings, from now until the week before her exams, and that I was still pondering what Karl should do. Trudi looked at me as if I was deficient.

'Send him to the indoor ski school, of course. A full day's training there will wipe him out completely. That's what you want, isn't it?' I got up and hugged her.

'Perfect. He wants to follow the circuit next year anyway. Motivation and relaxation in one go. Frau Fischer will pay. She's given me a free hand to get them up to the exams in a fit state. Can you make the arrangements?' She looked at me fondly.

'Only if you take me out for a meal and have your way with me afterwards.'

'If I have to. You drive a hard bargain'.

* * * * * * * * * * *

On Friday evening I told Karl and Ulrika that there was going to be a change of regime. We were relaxing after a difficult lesson, and they looked anxious as they listened. When I'd finished they looked at each other. Then Ulrika spoke nervously.

'But, Luke, there's so much to do. We can't waste time like this...' I interrupted her.

'Listen, both of you. I've been doing this for a long time now and I haven't made any mistakes so far. You're going to have Saturdays completely clear from now until the exams. But we are going to have a Sunday morning class going over what we've done in the week. And I don't want you to feel upset or worried. Your mother's left it to me, and it's my professional opinion that this is what you need'. I leaned back and smiled. 'It's nearly suppertime. Trudi's made all the arrangements for tomorrow, and she can tell you the details.' Karl leapt up. I guessed he was going to call his friends and tell them what he was doing. As he hurried out Uli looked at me.

'You think of everything, don't you?' I shook my head.

'Not really. I've forgotten to hug you recently. Come here.' I took her hand and led her to my room and sat down in an armchair with her on my lap. She put her arms round my neck and sighed, snuggling into me like a child.

'Do you really think it'll be OK?' She looked up at me trustingly.

'If you don't get too anxious, you'll do brilliantly. The weeks are going to be harder and the weekends more relaxed. That's why I arranged for you to go to the spa. It's not the beauty treatment this time: it's the full works. With luck you'll come home and sleep for twelve hours.' The bell sounded for supper and she got up reluctantly

'Can I come back here after we've eaten? It's been ages since we spent any time together.' I ruffled her hair. Temptation is a terrible thing.

'Sure, but only if you promise not to think about work at all.'

I was sitting sipping brandy when she slipped through the door. She had showered and washed her hair, and it hung in damp tendrils over the collar of her floor length robe. She locked the bedroom door and then the classroom. 

'Can we get naked and sit peacefully like we did at Christmas?' she asked. 'That was such a nice time.' She unzipped the robe and let it fall to the floor, then curled herself gracefully into the armchair opposite mine. I stood up lazily and followed her example, then padded over to the bookcase and poured her a brandy, refreshing my own glass at the same time. She had matured in the last few months, and was more woman than girl. Her body had ripened, her breasts a little fuller, her hips a little more curved. Her legs were the same, long and slim, rising to a smooth mound. 

'You've gone completely clean,' I said in surprise. She smiled.

'I got fed up with just having a little tuft and Trudi said all or nothing so we decided nothing. It's much more comfortable. Luke, are we really going to be lovers?' My cock twitched at the question.

'If you want to, but we'll talk about it some more after the exams. It's a big step, and it can't be undone. On the other hand you should know that the thought's been a big motivator for me. There have been times when self control has been difficult.' She stuck her tongue out at me.

'So Trudi and Olga and Inge are just substitutes, huh?'

'No. People can't substitute for people. I've never been a one person guy and that's one of the things we'll be talking about. No false promises, Uli.' She nodded seriously.

'I think I understand that. You're sort of solitary and self contained and quite selfish, but in a generous way. That sounds silly, but it's the only way I can put it.' She settled back in her chair and half closed her eyes. The room was warm and peaceful and we sat quietly, not feeling the need to speak, for nearly half an hour. Then she rose to her feet and bent over to get something from the pocket of her robe. Her ass was perfect and I could see a hint of her pussy lips in the shadowed valley between her legs. She straightened up and showed me what she had. In one hand she held a large vibrator, moulded to resemble an erect penis, and in the other a small bottle of lubricant.

'I've already made my mind up about you being my first lover, Luke and I'm going to show you I'm serious.' She sat down and hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing herself completely. Her waxed pussy was darker than the rest of her, and I could see a trace of moisture beading on the lips. A mischievous smile flitted across her face.

'Come here. Trudi said this was the closest one to you, but we were working from memory. I want to check.' I obeyed her, my cock rising jerkily as my heart rate quickened. Within moments I was at full erection, my penis bobbing and swaying. She pushed it down a fraction and when she released it, it sprang up and slapped my belly.

'That'll do,' she said, and held the vibrator against me. She squinted at the two pricks. 'Well, nine out of ten for Trudi. You're a little shorter and a little thicker, but it's a good match. Here.' She handed me the lubricant. 'Let's watch each other. I'll get excited watching you and you can look while I show you what I can do. Go and sit down again.' I moved back to the armchair and dribbled some lubricant onto my cockhead, and began to massage it slowly over the glans. As the smooth gel spread over the surface my foreskin rolled back completely and I stroked under the rim, a thrill of excitement tingling through me. There's a little of the voyeur and exhibitionist in all of us, and I was fulfilling both roles simultaneously. 

Uli slipped the vibrator into her mouth and laved it once, her other hand fondling her rigid teats, then drifting down to the petals of her cunt. As I watched transfixed, they unfurled slowly and the dark entrance to her vault was revealed. There was a faint buzz as she switched the vibrator on, then she drew it down her body, circling her nipples delicately, and nuzzled it into the top of her slit, teasing herself. Her eyes were fixed on my cock as I slid my lubricated palm along the length of it. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip and I rubbed it into the head and then licked my thumb, enjoying the faint saltiness. 

Her thighs tensed and she lowered the plastic cock to her vagina, pushing it slowly into herself. Her face was a mask of concentration, and my hand rubbed my prick harder as I watched her cunt stretching to accommodate the intruder. With her other hand she scratched the top of her clitoral sheath, pulling it back gently with the tip of her finger and letting the prisoner within stand proudly out from its little envelope of flesh. I squeezed my shaft hard and watched her as she eased more of the vibrator into her body. She was beginning to pant and her face had a rosy flush as she moved the toy gently inside her. She lifted her eyes from my cock and looked at me.

'That's as far as I can go. Come and look.' Still stroking myself, I knelt down in front of her. The false cock was almost buried within her and the smooth skin round her vagina was taut and strained. Moisture was trickling from her body as she worked the vibrator in and out of her and pinched her clit gently with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. I stood up and smiled down at her.

'Beautiful. Now I'm going to come all over you while you finish yourself off. Do you want breasts or face?' She didn't reply, but her eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth. Her fingers danced round her clit as she forced the humming plastic deeper into herself. Her hips were thrusting to meet it, and her breath was beginning to rasp in her throat. I stood over her and pumped my cock steadily, feeling it swell in my hand. Her eyes followed my movements and I watched her fingers rolling and weaving over her clit. As her hips began to heave more urgently she flicked the switch at the base of the vibrator and the buzzing rose in pitch. She took her hand off it and it slipped out of her slightly, then drew back into her as her abdominal muscles rippled with her approaching climax. The sight raised my own excitement to the limit and I felt the warm semen flowing from my balls to the base of my cock. Her free hand rose to her breasts and she attacked her teats savagely, pulling at them and panting. Her mouth opened wider.

'Now Luke, come on me, oh God, I'm so close, come on my face, in my mouth, NOW.' Her body convulsed and I only managed to pump myself three more times before I sprayed a fountain of hot cum over her face and neck. Her mouth took the second burst completely and I worked my prick desperately, milking myself onto her golden skin. We stayed still for a moment, like a tableau of erotic fulfilment, then I fell to my knees and took her face in my hands. The vibrator was still humming inside her, and she winced and removed it as I kissed her gently. I gathered her up in my arms and carried her to the bed and we lay quietly in each others' arms as our pulse rates steadied. Later, we showered, cleaning each other gently, and when we'd dried each other she yawned.

'If I'm going to have a full workout tomorrow I'd better try and sleep.' She leaned over and kissed me tenderly. 'Thank you, dear Luke. I want you so much and you've never pushed me faster than I want to go. I think I'm very lucky to have met you.' She straightened up and put her robe on, then unlocked the door and slipped out.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

Trudi leaned back in her chair and wiped her mouth delicately with her napkin. 'You said dress up, but I didn't expect this.' She looked round the hotel restaurant. 'It's not the sort of place that people like me come to. Why are we here, anyway?' I sipped my coffee contentedly.

'Because you said I had to feed you and then have my way with you and this is stage one. We'll sit and let it digest a little and then move on to stage two, unless you come over all shy.' She smiled at me, her eyes dancing.

'Come over all shy? You're confusing me with someone else. But why here? It's the flashest hotel in Vienna, and I'm not sure what we're doing here. You're even wearing a tie, and I've never seen that before, I didn't know you owned one.'




All Things Come... Ch. 11



ALL THINGS COME....... TO HE WHO WAITS

June.

Ulrika stretched luxuriously as the masseuse's strong fingers worked the weeks of tension and anxiety out of her back. On the table next to her Trudi was receiving the same care and attention from Inge, her eyes closed in bliss as the dark girl leaned into her shoulders, probing and twisting. Uli rolled her head and smiled at Inge.

'I'm so glad Luke arranged these sessions. It was good before the exams, but now they're over it's just heaven. The only thing is...' Trudi interrupted her

'The only thing is that Luke's gone.' Inge jumped.

'Gone? Where to?' Uli's voice quivered slightly.

'Just gone. He's gone to spend some time by himself, he said, and he'll come back at the end of the month when the results come out. He told Karl and me, and my mother I suppose, and he must have told you, Trudi, but it doesn't make me feel any better. Do you miss him too?' Trudi nodded.

'Yes. More than I thought I would. He's the most compelling man I've ever met in my life, and we've all gained from knowing him, but he's still a mystery. What I'd like to do is for us all to go somewhere after this and try to plan something for when he comes back, a sort of thank you. Olga's here this weekend and I'd like to ask her too. He did as much for her as for any of us. Inge, when do you finish work today?' 

* * * * * * * * * * *

The four of them sat in a booth in Inge's favourite bar and sipped their drinks. Inge was the first to speak.

'Well, here we are, and all we've got in common is that we've had the best sex of our lives with Luke and he somehow taught each of us something important about ourselves while he was screwing us. I know my life's been better since I met him. And the other thing is that we're not jealous of each other. You were right about him, Trudi, and I agree, it's weird.' Olga looked up and nodded. 

'He made me realise that I'm my own person, and I love him for that, but somehow I've never thought of keeping him just for myself, or myself just for him, for that matter. Uli, you've spent more time with him than us: what do you think?' Uli blushed.

'He's already changed me. I was a complete spoiled brat before, wasn't I, Trudi? The really odd thing is that I'm not embarrassed about admitting it. He's turned me into an adult, and he's showed me my sexuality without frightening me once, or pushing me, or anything. But I'm like all of you: I don't know what makes him tick. He's got his own rules but he won't say what they are.' There was silence, then Trudi stirred.

'He took me out last month and gave me dinner, to say thank you for everything this year, he said, and he'd booked a luxury room in the hotel and he fucked me till I didn't know what was happening. I came four times in an hour, proper ones, as if the top of my head was coming off, and he was so slow and sweet until right at the end that I was actually crying with pleasure. Sometimes I worry that he's spoiled me for anyone else. We need to do something special for him, all of us, but only after he's spent some time with Uli. He's on a promise to her and he won't be diverted from that. I'll bet you he's not with anyone at the moment. I've got the feeling that he always closes one chapter before he starts the next one'. The others nodded, lost in their own thoughts.

* * * * * * * * * * *

As I got off the train I felt a twinge of nervousness run through me. I'd got my colts to the starting gate and watched them take off, but as always, I hadn't been able to bear the idea of watching them come back tired and tense after each day's exams, nor wait with them through the agonising three weeks before the results were published. And there was always the chance that they'd collapsed and would make me look like a fool. It hadn't happened yet, but every year the same feelings of doubt battered me and I ran. With nervousness fluttering in the pit of my stomach I joined the line for taxis and tried to look unconcerned as we crawled through the evening traffic to the Fischer's house. To my complete astonishment Frau Fischer opened the door herself. 

'Angela?' She smiled like a cat with a saucer of cream.

'Hello, Luke. It's a plot I'm afraid. Karl and Ulrika are in Salzburg. Bea's parents rang and invited Karl and I persuaded them to ask Ulrika as well, for a change of air; then I gave cook and Trudi a few days off, which shocked them rigid, and I sent Klaus away till the weekend. So it's just you and me for two days. The results are due on Friday, and my phone call telling you they'd already arrived was a complete lie. Don't just stand there, come in.' She stood back and smiled. She was wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, her hair was pinned up carelessly and she wasn't wearing make up. She looked completely wonderful. I gave in to the inevitable and stepped through the doorway.

'Thanks, Angela, what's for supper?' 

'You're so clever. That's exactly it. I'm going to play house and have you all to myself for our last time. Supper's almost ready, and I'd better go and check it. Go and shower, then come down to the kitchen. Don't be too long.' She kissed the tip of my nose and hurried along the corridor. I shook my head and hauled my bag upstairs. 

When I came down, showered and shaved and hungry, the kitchen was full of good smells and Angela was darting about muttering and adding pinches of this and that to bubbling pans. She caught my eye as I came in, and grinned cheerfully.

'I haven't cooked for about two million years. It's quite fun for a bit but I'm bloody glad it's not something I have to do every day.' I poured myself some wine and sat down. She put food in front of me and sat too, watching me while I ate. 'Do you mind me tricking you into coming back early?' she said finally.

'Not really. What made you do it, and which Angela are you today? The last thing I ever thought I'd do would be to eat a meal cooked by your own fair hands.' She looked at her hands and smiled faintly.

'Actually, I've been feeling ashamed of myself. I've never minded being a selfish bitch before, but some of the things you've said and some of the things you made me notice about myself have made me think. I was getting off too much on being Mrs Hard, and you seem to have kicked most of that shit out of me. I like myself better than I did a year ago, so the next two days are a sort of thanks for everything, but with none of the power stuff I got up to before: just Luke and Angela who might have been real lovers if life hadn't intervened. How does that sound?' 

Temptation is a terrible thing. I leaned over the table and kissed her.

'Fucking wonderful. Let's start right now.'

* * * * * * * * * * *

It turned into a dreamlike and separate time, disconnected from the real world. I felt as if we were in a space capsule, far from everywhere. Somehow we had managed to create a feeling of innocence and discovery between us that had brought lumps to our throats and then turned to laughter again. She was funny and enchanting and more sensual than I'd dared imagine. On the Thursday evening we were lying in my bed, resting in each others' arms, when she propped herself on one elbow and looked at me.

'What comes next, Luke? I know you want to take Ulrika away for a little while, at least, I suppose you still do, and then you'll just pack and go? You'll leave three sad women in this house when you do.'

'Three?' She smiled.

'I know perfectly well that you've spent more time with Trudi than with me, and I know Ulrika's a little bit in love with you. Why aren't I an outraged mother or a jealous lover, and why isn't Trudi jealous either, and how did you turn Ulrika into who she is today?' I shrugged.

'I am who I am. I've always liked women, and I've never been able to commit, and I concentrate on the moment, and I don't promise what I can't deliver. You know that: it's why you don't feel betrayed or angry. Do you mind me going off with Uli for a bit?' She shook her head.

'No, it'll be the icing on the cake for her, and she deserves it. She deserves you, lucky thing. Somehow I feel closer to her than I ever have, and that's your doing too.' She stretched and yawned. 'Tomorrow's Friday and I'll be Frau Fischer again, so this'll be our last time together unless fate takes a hand. Let me be Angela for a little longer.' 

She wriggled round and sank her mouth onto my cock, drawing me into the moist cavern, running her tongue round my glans coaxingly, and I felt desire spark in me yet again. As she trailed her soft lips over my shaft I felt the familiar pulse of lust and my prick thickened as blood flowed into it. With gentle skill she rolled my foreskin back, exposing my helmet completely, and the tip of her tongue attacked my frenum with tiny licks and caresses. 

She was crouched beside me, her head bobbing and weaving as she ministered to my growing prick, her warm breath bathing my groin, and her perfect ass presented to my hungry gaze. I ran a finger down the crease of her buttocks and she growled deep in her throat and parted her legs slightly. Her fat cuntlips were holding fast together, smeared with our cum and the juices of our earlier fuck, and I could smell the pungent scent of recent sex. Lazily, I drew my thumb further down the crease of her ass, over her sticky rectum, and pushed gently between her clinging folds, scooping viscous fluid onto the tip, then brought it back and massaged her crinkled little rosette delicately. She growled again, making my cock vibrate and tingle, and her lips tightened on my shaft as I slid my thumb slowly into her greedy asshole. Her buttocks quivered as I worked it further inside her and I felt the ring of muscle that was her sphincter grasp me gently, fluttering with pleasure. Her hand slid over my balls and rubbed my anus and my hips began to thrust as she stimulated me. My hand was lying along the length of her sealed crack and I moved my fingers tenderly, forcing the tips between her puffy lips, feeling the pattern of folded tissue sliding over the pads, and it seemed as if I could sense each tiny individual contraction of her flesh in detail. I eased a finger into her cunt and massaged the back wall lightly, the membrane between her bowel and her vagina slipping through my grasp like butter, and her lower body began to sway and shudder as she tried to force herself further onto me.

I drew my hand out of her body and pulled at her thigh. The vibrations round my cock eased as she swung her leg over my chest and shuffled backwards to my waiting mouth, then she lowered her head and I felt the gentle pressure of her tongue begin to lave the top surface of my prick again. I matched her movements, sliding my tongue through her folds, holding her apart with my hands and swiping lovingly along the length of her exposed slit. Her tiny clitoris was straining from its sheath, and I ran my lips over it, suckling it gently, feeling her increasing lust, her breath beginning to rasp in her nose and throat, and her movements speeding up imperceptibly. Her cunt quaked suddenly and I felt a rush of juices spread over my face. I could taste myself on her and the sharp aroma of our earlier bout was strong in my nostrils. My cock swelled and jerked as pleasure spread through me, her expert mouth teasing me into complete and steel hard arousal. She shivered again, and her hips bucked sharply over me, then her mouth lifted and she spun round neatly and settled her crotch over mine, guiding my swollen, purple cockhead to the entrance of her soft pussy. 

Her eyes locked onto mine and she lowered herself slowly onto me, her thighs quivering as she controlled her descent. I reached up and pinched her teats, standing rigid and proud from the pebbled circle of her areolas, and she murmured something unintelligible and pushed herself completely onto me and leaned forward. The head of my cock was nudging the roof of her vault and she rolled her hips gently as she presented her breasts to my waiting mouth. With the tip of my tongue I worried and stimulated her nipples, pursing my lips over each one in turn, sucking softly, then drawing as much of each soft globe as I could into my mouth. She began her familiar humming, wordless and urgent, and her hips began to rock, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. The first contractions began in her lower belly, and my cock throbbed as her cuntwalls grasped the shaft, rippling gently. She leaned back again, her gaze still fixed on me, and to my surprise I saw tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. I reached up and gathered her into my arms, rolling us over so that I was above her, still embedded in her up to the hilt. I kissed her eyelids and began to pump slowly and steadily, nuzzling her shoulders and neck. 

We fucked unhurriedly, letting the pressure build in us. We both knew that this was the last time, and the knowledge lent an edge of sweetness and longing, lifting fucking to the level of lovemaking. I slipped my hands underneath her taut buttocks and raised her to meet each slow surge of my hips, and her breath was harsh in my ear as the tides of sensation washed through us. Without needing to say anything we quickened our rhythm, each feeling the other's need. My cock seemed enormous, every inch of its surface sensitised. I could feel the soft ridges of her vagina caressing me hungrily as I slid into her, and her engorged labia gripped me tightly as I withdrew, only to accept me again as I glided back into her. My pubic bone was still pressing gently on her clit and she began to gasp with every thrust as the friction increased. I could feel my seed gathering at the base of my cock and my balls stirred, drawing themselves up into my body. Her lower body started to shake and the muscles in her smooth belly spasmed quietly as another small climax rolled through her. She twisted her arms round my neck and bit my ear quite hard.

'Just a little more, please. I don't want this ever to end. Just keep fucking me slowly till we die...' I slowed slightly and relaxed my asshole, holding myself back, then bent my neck and drew one rigid nipple into my mouth, nipping it lightly and worrying the hard little stub with the tip of my tongue. Her belly fluttered again and she raised her legs and locked them over my back. I felt weightless, my entire being flowing through my cock into her, taking her to the same destination as me. 

I took my cue from her ragged breathing, sliding deep into her as she inhaled, and withdrawing gently as her released breath bathed my shoulder and neck. Our tempo quickened again. A mottled flush began to creep down from her neck to her breasts and her heels dug into the small of my back, spurring me on. Her humming had risen in pitch and was punctuated by sobbing gasps, and the centre of my being lurched and dropped into the pit of my belly. My cock grew larger still inside her and she felt me and bit my shoulder as fresh spasms wracked her delicate frame. The sensations were pouring over me now and I thrust desperately into her, seeking release. With a cry I exploded deep within her and at the same moment she screamed softly and her hips bucked frantically under me, her back arching and lifting us both clear of the bed. For a timeless moment we were one fused person, then we sank back, gasping, and lay in each others' embrace.

When I woke I was alone. On the bedside table was a note. 'No more to say or do. Together we are very special. Love, real love, Angela. PS: Frau Fischer has gone to a hotel and will be back in the morning.'

* * * * * * * * * * * 

I'd woken again early and made myself coffee and gone back to bed. I was lying thinking about the past couple of days, marvelling at Angela's ability to be two such distinct people, when my door burst open and a leggy blonde hurricane landed on me.

'Luke, when did you get back? We arrived just now and look, Luke, look.' She waved a letter under my nose. 'I passed English, and all the others as well, and not just passed, I got a distinction!' She flung her arms round me and squeezed till I thought my ears would explode.

'Calm down, Uli, and show me the letter.' I disentangled myself and struggled upright. 'Let's have a look at it.' I ran my eyes over the official German quickly. 'Well, that's that then. You've done it and now the world's all yours, and you're not my student any more. Where do you want to go to celebrate?' A thought struck me. 'What about Karl?' She jumped up at once.

'I didn't even ask. Hang on a minute.' She shot out of the room and I heard her clattering downstairs shouting for Karl. In a moment she was back. 'He got distinctions too, but only in English and maths, but he's passed everything. He's on the phone to Bea already, telling her.' She dived onto the bed again and kissed me hard. 'Thank you, Luke, from the bottom of my heart.' Her voice changed. 'I'm going to lock the door.'

* * * * * * * * * * *

Cook was at the market, and Uli, Trudi and I were in the kitchen drinking coffee before Uli and I left for the airport. Trudi was looking wistful and trying not to show it.

'I wish it was the sort of holiday where I could join you', she said, 'even though I know it wouldn't be fair. But you will be back for a little while afterwards, Luke, won't you?' I smiled at her.

'Don't worry, woman. Whatever you're planning, I'll be here for it.' She and Uli exchanged looks of annoyance.

'How do you know we're planning something?' they asked in unison. I smiled again.

'I've spent a lot of time with you both recently, and I know the way your minds work. And I can smell a conspiracy from five hundred metres.' Trudi shrugged.

'So much for surprising you. Never mind. You'd better not get too tired in Spain though, because you're going to need a lot of energy when you get back.' Uli gave a muffled giggle and kicked me under the table.

'Don't worry about energy, Trudi.' she said. 'Have you ever known him run out of steam before you do?' Trudi blushed and said nothing, and Uli turned to me. 

'Has my mother paid you?' I grinned at her.

'She has indeed, and very handsomely. Half cash and half cheque, just as we agreed. I'm going to spoil you rotten over the next week, and you'd better cooperate.' Her turn to blush.

* * * * * * * * * * *

'Why didn't we screw last night?' she asked the next morning as we lay on the beach and let the hot Spanish sun soak into us. 'I was all ready and everything and you just held me and I fell straight asleep. When I woke up I was quite annoyed.' I turned my head and looked at her.

'Simple reasons. One more day isn't going to hurt; last night you were tired and a little bit jumpy; to tell the truth, I was too, and I don't want it to be disaster for either of us; plus I quite fancy daylight, and there wasn't any of that last night'. She rolled over and draped an arm round my neck, her breasts pressing against my ribs and her mound nudging my hip gently.

'You are something else. If we have a swim, and a light lunch, and a siesta, do you think you could manage to deflower me, or do I have to beg?'

'Race you to the water, blondie.'

* * * * * * * * * * *

We lay on my bed holding each other lightly, looking into each others' eyes. The air conditioning hummed softly and the sun filtering through the slatted blinds painted her body in tiger stripes of gold and shadow. Her eyes were hooded and mysterious, everywoman in the body of a young girl. I could smell two distinct perfumes rising from her. The fresh aroma of health and cleanliness, and under it, growing and strengthening, the familiar musk of her arousal. My prick stirred against her and she smiled and reached down to hold it lightly.

'At last. I was beginning to think I'd have to sort myself out after all. Dear Luke, you've been so patient and gentle, but now I'm ready. I want your cock hard in me and to feel you driving into me and your hot seed flooding me. Please'. She raised herself and began to trail feather light kisses over my eyes and face, then nipped my lips gently with her sharp teeth before moving down my neck onto my chest. My cock twitched in her hand and I felt her lips curve into a smile as they drifted over my nipple and her tongue slipped round it, sending a dart of fire from my chest to my groin. I stroked her golden hair as she neared my cock and drew my breath in sharply when her soft breath wafted over the head,followed by the delicate caress of her lips over the head of the glans. She was twisted over my body and I ran my fingers down the ridge of her spine to the top of her ass crease and she rolled her buttocks towards me as she swallowed me smoothly, sliding her lips down my shaft and letting the head rub against the top of her mouth. 




All Things Come... Ch. 12



ALL THINGS COME....... TO HE WHO WAITS

July.

Coming back was a wrench. As our intimacy had grown the mental link had strengthened until it was almost permanent, and the smallest things gave as much of a shared experience as the most intense sex. We both knew that the magic would fade and there was a bittersweet air to the journey. As the taxi drew up outside the Fischer house the door opened and Trudi came bounding out.

'Uli, can you still walk, you're going to tell me all about it tonight, hello, Luke, I hope you've got some strength left, you've got two days to recover and you'd better take full advantage....' She ran on, and she and Uli went into the house ahead of me, leaving me surrounded by luggage. As I was heaving the last case up the stairs Angela appeared with her arm round Uli. I straightened up and she stepped forward and kissed me formally on both cheeks.

'A year ago my daughter was the brat I deserved, and now she's the daughter I dreamed of. Thank you.' She turned to Uli and they hugged each other blindly. I picked up my case and took it upstairs. There was love in the air around them, but it wasn't one I could share. I decided to go out for lunch and let things settle down, and when I rolled back to the house it was quiet. Food and drink had worked their magic on me and I just managed to crawl into bed before I passed out.

I woke because someone was holding a cup of coffee under my nose. As I forced my eyes open I saw Uli and Angela standing smiling as Trudi balanced the coffee delicately where it would do most good. I struggled upright and drank thirstily, and they moved forward and sat on the bed looking at each other mischievously. Angela spoke and her voice was full of suppressed laughter.

'We're busted, Luke. I had a rush of blood to the head and told Ulrike about us and she just hugged me and said she was glad, and she told Trudi, so now we're sisters under the skin. I haven't felt so light-hearted for years. We've been like three old women, talking about you and everything you've done. You and I have said our goodbyes, but I'm going to contribute to the farewell party they've got planned for you.' She stood up gracefully and leant over me. 'I'll leave you to them, dear Luke, for the moment.' She kissed me hard and left. Uli and Trudi bounced forward and settled themselves beside me. I pinched them both on the ass and they squealed in unison.

'It's a monstrous conspiracy,' I groaned, 'and I'll never recover. What on earth's happened to everyone?' Uli kissed my ear. 

'It's the last piece of magic, Luke. You helped her as well and now she's the mother I should have had. But if I'd been the daughter she wanted right from the beginning you'd never have been needed here. It's all a miracle.' I felt Trudi nod.

'When I saw you hugging and crying I started crying too.' She ran her hand down my chest. 'One of us is going to be at your beck and call for the next two days, and you're not to do anything to tire yourself. I made cook order oysters for you.'

'I'm sick to death of bloody oysters.' I grumbled.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

They kept their word. I felt like a millionaire pensioner as they ran backwards and forwards catering to my every whim while chattering about everything under the sun. It was obvious that they had no secrets from each other. On the evening of my second day back I was showering when Trudi slipped into the shower stall and hugged me.

'Do you need any help?' I ran my hand over her back and buttocks longingly. 'I thought you'd all signed a pact of celibacy until the start of this orgy that you're planning.' She sighed theatrically.

'I know, but the temptation is enormous. Did you really spank Uli? She said you did, hard, until she came, and afterwards when you were licking her better she came again like ten million rockets and almost passed out.'

'Something like that. She was being far too demanding and I'd already warned her. So I had to punish her'. She sighed again.

'I miss all the fun. Wherever you are next year I'm going to come and visit you and you can spend a whole weekend spanking me. There's so much we haven't done'. She'd lathered my body while we were talking and now she began to run her hands over me. 'I'll just make sure that everything's in working order,' she murmured, sinking to her knees. Water was streaming over her, plastering her dark hair to her head, and she was leaning forward to take me in her mouth when there was a noise outside. Trudi's head jerked back guiltily as Uli squeezed into the shower too. They looked at each other and I laughed.

'Busted, both of you. I'm nice and clean anyway, so I'm going to lie on my bed and meditate for a while. Anyone who cares to join me will be most welcome.' I left them glaring at each other accusingly and was leaning back against the pillows when they reappeared, drying themselves. I blew them each a kiss and patted the bed and they settled into heir usual places. As they snuggled into my arms, pressing their damp bodies against mine, their hands snaked out and settled over my cock. Uli sighed.

'What's really strange is that we're not fighting. My mother says that it's your eyes, that there's something about them, but then she shook her head and said that she didn't really know either. Why didn't you tell me that she knew about me and Trudi and everything?' I shrugged.

'It's not a competition and she was my boss and anyway, I don't talk about stuff like that. I didn't tell Trudi about you either, or the other way round. You found out from each other and came to terms with it yourselves. You're all special and all different and I'd rather walk away completely than be forced to choose between you. I feel pretty lucky though.' Trudi nodded happily.

'We're luckier than you, I think. I wish you'd say what Frau Fischer's like in bed but I know you won't.' She stretched. 'Uli, since we caught each other trying to cheat and can't touch him for the moment, shall we give him a show instead?' She rolled out of my embrace and reached across my body to run her hands over Uli's breasts. Uli smiled sensuously and turned her body so that the other girl could explore her fully. Her own hand rose to Trudi's neck and their mouths met in a long luxurious kiss. There was a faint aroma of lust in the air and I hitched myself up to give them more room.

I felt a lump in my throat as I watched them melt into each others' arms. Uli was nuzzling Trudi's neck and the darker girl's hands were roaming over Uli's back and buttocks, searching for the sensitive points I knew so well by now. My prick stirred as I looked at them and I told myself not to be selfish. Maybe I'd just help them along a little. Their bodies were sliding into a sixty nine position as I gazed, Trudi's tongue was flickering over Uli's hips and the blonde girl's hands exploring Trudi's breasts and navel. I drew my feet out of the way and watched them settle themselves, each head buried between a pair of warm brown thighs. I saw Uli's tongue dart out and caress Trudi's slit and the scent of her arousal was suddenly sharp in my nostrils. Trudi moaned deep in her throat and her toes pointed delicately as tremors of anticipation ran through her, then her own tongue slipped lovingly over Uli's darkening labia. I knelt over them and took one young breast in each hand, running my thumbs over their stiffening nipples. When I closed my eyes the differences snapped into sharper focus. Uli's breast was firm and taut, her teat short and solid, the pebbled circle of flesh surrounding it as pronounced as Braille lettering. Trudi's tit was larger and softer, spilling over my palm, her nipple longer and more pointed; I refused to play favourites and danced my fingers gently over each warm handful, pouring the love I felt for them both through the tips as I tried to show them how I felt. Suddenly they gasped in unison and their heads jerked up.

'Luke, what are you doing?' Uli's face was flushed, and she was panting. 'It's like a flame going through me from my breast to my pussy and there's one coming back from Trudi's tongue to my breast as well.' Trudi stared at her.

'That's it exactly, exactly what I was feeling too.' She looked at me, her eyes shining. 'Keep doing it.' Her head disappeared between Uli's legs again, and after a second Uli blew me a kiss and followed suit. I continued touching them gently, my eyes closed, forcing myself through my fingers to their nerve centres. Their bodies began to writhe and quiver under my hands and their breathing quickened. I sensed that Trudi was ahead if Uli and changed the rhythm on their breasts, slowing Trudi a little and pushing Uli until they were both in synch again. Their eyes were closed and sweat was beginning to bead their torsos as their tongues slid over and round each others' cunts. As I watched I felt their bodies begin to tremble and pinched each rigid nipple hard, and they exploded simultaneously, twisting on the bed, each one grasping the other's head and forcing it hard into their crotches. I let go of their breasts and watched them grow still. Uli's head appeared slowly from between Trudi's thighs, smeared with sweat and girl cum. She untangled herself and crawled up the bed to kiss me.

'Luke, I don't know how you did it, but...'

'...it was fucking amazing.' Trudi had reappeared as well. 'Both of us, at exactly the same instant. Uli's not wrong when she talks about magic.' She looked down at me. 'And you're not even hard. What's wrong with you?'

'I was sort of concentrating on showing you how I feel about you.' I said. 'There wasn't any need to join in physically'. They looked at each other.

'More oysters.' said Uli solemnly, and Trudi nodded.

* * * * * * * * * * *

'Where are we going?' I asked as the taxi wound through Vienna's evening traffic. I was sandwiched between Uli and Trudi and hadn't a clue where we were. There had been some talk of blindfolding me, but I'd put my foot down about that one.

'Never you mind,' said Trudi. 'Tell us where you're going to be next year.' 

'Either Lithuania or Brussels,' I said happily, 'and at the moment there's a bidding war going on. There are so many people wanting me that I've put my prices up, but it hasn't stopped them.' Uli looked thoughtful.

'I can't be jealous of people I don't know but I wish you were staying here. In fact I'd love this year to happen all over again. Who will you be teaching?' I shrugged.

'No idea. I think the Lithuanian one's the son or daughter of a diplomatic family and sounds worse than Karl and you put together, and the Brussels job's with one of the Euro delegations. They want their new team to get high level English in a hurry. They're a government so they'll probably pay better but I'll want to see them first. Both lots are sending me air tickets. Will someone tell me where we're going?' As I spoke the cab pulled up outside an expensive looking block of apartments. Uli paid the driver and we climbed out. I looked at the girls questioningly.

'One of my father's friends keeps his mistress in the penthouse here,' explained Uli, 'and mother twisted his arm to make him take her away somewhere and let us have it for the weekend. I think she threatened to tell his wife. We'd thought about a hotel suite, but when mother got involved and wanted to help she suggested this. I hope it's OK.' Trudi punched her arm lightly.

'Of course it is. We'd have heard soon enough if it wasn't.' Uli found keys in her bag and we went into the building. I boggled. Carpets deep enough to get lost in, tropical plants and a fountain in the foyer, a uniformed porter... I began to think I might be in for a very luxurious time. The girls led me into a spacious lift and we were whisked smoothly up, exiting in a carpeted corridor with one door. The penthouse apparently occupied the entire top floor of the building. When Uli opened the door the place was in darkness, but in the faint light from the corridor I could see a small table with a candelabra on it. Trudi lit the candles and took my hand.

'No questions and no comments,' she said cheerfully. 'You just do as you're told.' She led me across acres of floor to a panelled door and opened it. A blaze of light dazzled me and when my eyes had adjusted I saw that we were in the biggest bathroom I'd ever seen in my life. In the centre was a hot tub big enough for a dozen people, full to the brim and steaming gently. Trudi pointed me to a dressing room in one corner. 

'Into the tub,' she ordered, 'and don't take too long. Uli and I have some last minute preparations to make.' They each kissed me and left, and I heard the key turn in the lock as the door closed. I looked around and felt a wave of affection for them. They'd obviously gone to an immense amount of trouble to prepare all this. I undressed and lowered myself into the scented water. The temperature was perfect and I felt my muscles unknotting and a stir of anticipation running through me. Two near perfect women and a millionaire's love nest. Yum yum.

Suddenly the lights went out. The blackness was absolute and I heard the door open softly. I twisted my head but the corridor lights were out too and I couldn't see a thing. I felt a presence behind me, then someone climbed into the water, and a hand began to stroke my chest. I reached out my own hand and encountered a smooth torso, shaking gently with suppressed laughter. My hand moved up and brushed across a breast and I felt a long thin teat, rigid and erect under my palm.

'Olga?' The smothered giggles surfaced.

'I told them you'd know the minute you touched me. Hello, Luke. It's so good to be with you again.' She leaned over and her warm lips brushed mine, her sharp little tongue slipping into my mouth and dancing with mine for a second. I caught a whiff of her sharp scent and slipped my hand into her groin. Even through the water I could feel her lubrication. I swiped my fingers softly along her slit and brought them up to my face, inhaling deeply, then licked my fingers.

'Faint but there, darling. It's a treat to taste you. You've got the most erotic aroma I've ever encountered. Feel.' I guided her hand to my prick which was already throbbing and swelling as I imagined sliding into her tight pussy. Her arms tightened round my neck and she kissed me again, floating towards me and rubbing her pubic stripe across my hip. I was so busy responding that I didn't notice the next arrival till another body nestled against my back and two soft hands dived into my crotch and cradled me gently. I reached back, already knowing who she was, and my hand caressed tiny, sensitive breasts capped by sharp little nipples. My fingers tangled up in a thin chain and I heard a gasp as I tugged at it.

'Inge, sweetheart.' Her body slid over me and she eased herself between Olga and me.

'Move over, Olga, the next two minutes are for me.' Her lips clamped over mine and her hungry tongue stabbed into my mouth. Olga's hands replaced hers in my crotch and my cock continued to grow. As Inge's body rolled over mine, her hard teats with their thin gold rings scraping my chest, I noticed that the lights were beginning to glow. I twisted my head round and saw Uli and Trudi standing in the doorway, naked and beautiful. Inge pulled herself away from me and she and Olga kicked themselves to the other side of the pool. The other two slipped into the water and the four of them sat in a row smiling at me. Trudi winked.

'What do you think, Luke?' she asked gleefully. 'Are you up for all of us?' I leaned back and let myself float in the bubbling water. They were a picture of desire, each of them perfect in her own way. Eight beautiful breasts bobbed in the water in front of me and the hint of four soft pussies shimmered in the soft underwater lighting.

'Of course I'm up for you,' I said. 'Who's first?' They looked at each other conspiratorially, then Uli spoke.

'All of us, actually, but we'll be helping each other too. We're all going to be on your hands and your mouth and your cock and loving you, and we've decided that it doesn't really matter who you come in, or on, or over, or whatever, because we're just one person at the moment.' She stopped and looked at the others. Trudi was surreptitiously wiping her eyes, and even tough Inge looked emotional. Olga leaned over and kissed Uli.

'It's what all of us were thinking, and none of us could have said it better. Now we're clean shall we go to the bedroom?'

'Washing properly first,' said Trudi. 'Luke washes us and we wash him.' As if on cue they stood up and put their arms over each other shoulders, looking at me with love and laughter in their eyes. I sighed.

'My only ambition is to fuck you all and you're making me work first. I hope you've got some refreshments planned.' I selected some gel from the shelf and squirted them all liberally with it. Standing close to them I began to work the gel into their bodies, coating their torsos and breasts with lather, then dropped to my knees and knelt in front of each of them in turn, massaging gel into their asses and nuzzling their warm pussies. The rim of the tub was forcing them into a semi-circle and I only needed to turn my head slightly to have all four of their mounds within easy reach of my tongue. My cock was throbbing steadily as I slid my hands up and down their legs, working my slick fingers into the crevices of their bodies. Under the scent of the gel I could detect their growing odours of desire, and the cunts that I rubbed lovingly were adding their own juices to the gel. I shuffled back from them and stood up. They looked like four beautiful snow sculptures, their slender bodies coated with a smooth layer of foam.

'Right, ladies, your turn.' I stood with my legs apart and my arms raised as they approached, and pushed themselves against me, swaying and flexing as they transferred the lather from their skin to mine. They circled me, rubbing my rigid cock with their mounds, and as each one passed behind me I felt soapy fingers fluttering over my asshole and balls. I wrapped my arms round them and hugged them close to me. Whoever was behind me joined in and we stood still, experiencing the moment. Then I deliberately overbalanced and we landed in a heap, mostly underwater. The lather floated off our bodies and I looked at them properly, wet hair plastered over their faces, laughing at our predicament. Trudi took a deep breath and lowered her head under the water and I felt her mouth slide over my cockhead. She managed about thirty seconds before she resurfaced, and Inge took her turn. When she reappeared Olga and Uli looked at each other and I stood up, my engorged prick bobbing at a sharp angle, and Uli took it smoothly between her lips, running her tongue round me.

'Olga's the expert,' she said as she released me. 'Let's get dry. I want to watch her swallow you.' We showered the rest of the soap away and dried each other gently, and they led me into the bedroom. It held an honest to God two and a half metre circular bed. I couldn't believe my eyes and was still gawping when I noticed Inge whispering to Uli. Then she turned to me. 

'We've all showered with the same gel, and we're all squeaky clean, so we want to try an experiment. We'll blindfold you and then squat over your face, each of us in turn, but not touching, and you must try to identify us just with your nose'.'Trudi grinned.

'And one at the other end blowing you gently, and you have to identify whose mouth as well. Do you think you can do it?'

'Does a bear shit in the woods?' I lay on the enormous bed and Uli produced a length of silk and wrapped it gently round my head, leaving only my nose exposed. The world went dark: not a ray of light penetrated the soft material and I relaxed, trying to focus all my awareness in my nostrils and glans. I could hear whispering and the bed moved as they arranged themselves round me. Then I felt body warmth above me and a soft fragrance reached me at the same time as a familiar pair of lips glided down my cockshaft.