The Performance
A kiss woke me up and I looked around in the slightly confused state of half-sleep.
It wasn't Linda who had kissed me.
But I was in her bed.
And my morning-hard dick was buried in a tight pussy.
It wasn't Linda's.
I vaguely remembered: It was Meg's.
But she was still asleep.
She hadn't kissed me.
Then I realised it.
Nina had.
Meg's mum.
Ah.
"Sorry to wake you up," she said. "I'd had loved to do it in a different way." She winked. "But Oscar and I have to go to Aunt Fanny's funeral." And no, it wasn't a joke. Her aunt's first name
was Fanny. "I just wanted to remind you about Linda's performance this afternoon."
"Oh yes, Linda," I said. "Performance. This afternoon. Yes."
"Whassup?" Meg said when she opened a bleary eye and kissed me. "Oh hi Mum."
"I just wanted to remind you about Linda's performance at the Bull's Eye this afternoon." She stroked Meg's hair. "Dad and I are going to Aunt Fanny's funeral." She looked at us. "Good I was the first to get up here — I'm not so sure Dad would appreciate the door wide open and you two together." 'Up here' was the fourth floor, where the children's rooms were.
Meg jerked upright. "Sorry Mum. We just fell asleep. I wasn't aware that the door was wide open."
"No harm done, Honey." Nina kissed her daughter. "Try to be a bit more circumspect the next time." She looked around. "And where
is Linda, by the way?"
"Oh," I said. "She bunks at Jakob's place. It got a bit late and nobody could give her a lift."
"Oh, OK." She patted Meg's head and then mine. "We're off to the funeral."
"Bye Mum."
"Bye Nina. Take care."
"Bye!" Nina closed the door behind her and Meg took the opportunity to stretch in a way that almost made me come.
She looked really sexy with her sleepy half-smile, her smooth, soft, dark skin and her puffy areolas with diamond-hard nipples. She pushed her plaits back and began to make love to me in honest.
"Gosh," she said. "I can't get over that we have been together the whole night. Literally. Joined at the hip." She smiled.
"Yeah," I said and tried to hump her back. "And you've slept like an angel on top of me. I've never tried that before." I caressed her back and kneaded her bum, letting a finger touch her anus. "I could get used to sleeping like that."
Meg yawned while she kept up her languid movements on my dick. "I slept surprisingly well too. I've never felt more safe and secure ... and content in my life. Normally I feel like a balloon drifting in the wind, but you gave me the tether and held me steady against the hurricanes of my dreams." She bent down and kissed me tenderly. "And I love you, Big Sister's Boyfriend. Just so you know."
I held her face close and kissed her back. "And I love you, Girlfriend, Sister of my Girlfriend." I could feel the pre-orgasmic tension build in both of us. "And I love making love to your tight, sexy, wet, underage pussy."
"And I love your big dick filling me to the brim, touching all the right places inside my hot pussy."
Then we came. As one. It was not an explosive orgasm, but rather a love-filled release of tension, where I kept pumping my thick sperm into her ready pussy in drawn-out squirts. When we had finished cumming, Meg slumped on top on me and we just lay there, basking in the aftermath of sweet lovemaking.
After a while, Meg propped herself up on one elbow and put her index finger under my chin. "I need a shower, Loverboy. And I'd like you to come with me."
"I'd love to, My Black Beauty."
Meg slowly lifted herself off of me and a thick stream sperm ran down her leg as she did. "You certainly fill me good," she said with a wry smile. "I love the feeling of your big dick pumping sperm into my pussy. It's just so ... right!"
"And I love filling you, Lovely Lady."
We went into the shower and managed to get clean without getting into further 'trouble'. We went downstairs and had our breakfast (more like brunch) before dressing. I wore a pair of track bottoms made of thin and supple cotton that did nothing really to hide the contents and a tight-fitting tank-top that showed off my muscles. Meg chose a short, patterned skirt and a semi-transparent top, the latter hiding even less than my track bottoms did. She sure looked sexy ... and nobody would think she was only ten.
We walked hand in hand to the Bull's Eye, a shopping centre in town. The name stemmed from its form with four concentric buildings around a cylindrical building at the centre. The four buildings were connected with 'spokes' and the cylindrical building in the centre was an entertainment facility with cinemas, a fitness centre and a multi-purpose theatre.
We walked slowly around the centre, looking at shops and commenting on whatever took our fancy.
"What do you think about this?" Meg asked, looking at a dress in one of the fashion shops.
"I think that has been in and out of fashion at least three times in the last century," I said with a smile.
"Yeah," Megan laughed. "It's strange that people keep falling for stupid fashion stuff like that. I think that people wearing fashion clothes, just because it is fashion, is like sheep being led. I mean, who in their right mind would like to be told what to wear?"
"I totally agree," I said and bent down to get a wayward price tag out of one of my flip-flops. "I couldn't care less about fashion. I wear whatever I fancy."
"You're not vain. But still, I like the way you dress."
"Thanks," I said. "You're a good dresser too." I ran a hand up under her skirt and felt her bare bum. "And I do like your exquisite choice of underwear ... or rather lack of same."
She laughed. "I feel so wickedly wicked when I know everyone can see my bare pussy if I bend down." She bent over as if she was doing something to her sandals, giving me (and the rest of the people around) a choice view of her most intimate body part. I could just see the slightest inkling of her pink innards.
I started to get hard, which is not the best idea when you are wearing track bottoms and no underwear. They tented.
"You are one hard guy," Meg said when she stood again, grinning from ear to ear. She unashamedly grabbed my dick through the fabric. "We'd better get that down." She let go of it and directed me to the toilets. "Get in there," she ordered, holding the door to the disabled toilet open. "We'll have to deal with your disability." She swatted my hard-on lightly. Well inside and the door locked, Meg pulled my track bottoms down and drew a heavy breath. "I still feel almost overwhelmed every time I see this," she said and ran her fingers along my erection. She turned around and bent over the toilet. "Enter the Dragon," she said and I complied readily.
I kept thrusting, despite being startled by some people testing the door.
Meg looked back at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come, Big Dragon. Spew your hot fire inside me and I'll douse it with my sea of love."
It felt quite mad and intensely exciting making love in a public place. I know the door was locked and that it was really no worse than doing it at home, but all the same, it added some extra spark to the experience. And Meg obviously felt the same for she was really into it now. She huffed and puffed and moaned and groaned and pushed back at my pounding dick.
Suddenly she let out at plaintive shriek and shuddered in an orgasm and I realised that she felt even tighter than before and that I slapped against her bum. It took a few milliseconds before I realised that I had passed her cervix and entered her womb. That was just too intense for me and I couldn't hold back. The floodgates opened and I sent my hot fire directly into her pre-teen womb where her sea of love couldn't quench it.
We were both breathing like long-distance runners after a race, hearts pounding in our chests, threatening to give in at any moment. Minute by slow minute the heartbeat slowed down and after a good five minutes, we were able to move again.
"Wow!" we said as one.
"That was way intense," I said.
"Yeah that was right cool." Meg turned around and gave me a hug and a kiss that said more than a million words. She smiled brightly. "And we'd probably better get out of here soon, I can just imagine the line of wheelchairs outside with people writhing because of full bladders."
It wasn't so, though. When eventually we got out, nobody was outside, which was a bit of a disappointment, although I would have felt bad if some disabled person had wet him- or herself due to our escapades. But luckily it didn't seem to be the case.
We continued our leisurely stroll around the centre, slowly nearing the entertainment cylinder as we went. I had to forcibly stop myself from thinking of what we did in the toilet as I would otherwise have wandered about with a raging erection, which could be a bit of an embarrassment. We met one of my friends and he just couldn't keep his eyes from Megan. I don't think he looked at me a tenth of the time we talked despite talking mostly to me. But honestly, she was an extraordinary stunner. What she lacked in breast size she had in every other aspect of the female anatomy, I think. It probably helped that I'm not a breast fetishist. Small breasts
do look fabulous on small girls ... and most bigger girls too, in fact.
I looked at the big clock in front of us. "We'd better get ourselves to the theatre, the performance is in fifteen minutes."
Meg looked surprised. "Gosh, you're right. Time flies when you're in good company." She kissed my cheek.
We went to the theatre and got into our seats in good time before the show. I bought a programme and Meg bought a bag of sweets we could share. The bell rang to announce the start of the performance and after another three bells, the doors closed and the lights were lowered.
Soundlessly, the curtain rose and the dancers were in positions, ready to go. Linda was surrounded by the boys, all dressed in black and white. She wore a black dress with white trimming and the boys black tops and something that looked like a white ribbon around their lower parts instead of trousers or shorts. They started an enticing dance to some easy flowing modern music that slowly changed into music with a more pronounced beat and halfway through the performance the percussion became dominant until it eventually took over completely with African inspired rhythms. The dancers dropped their black clothes and were dressed only in a single ribbon. It went around their hips, around their crotch, just hiding their privates, continued up their bellies and around the shoulders for the boys and around the breasts for Linda. The fabric was very thin and outlined every feature as much as covering them. Linda's labia were prominently outlined and the boys' dicks as much. And Matthias's dick wasn't big. It wasn't huge. It was enormous. Gigantic. No wonder Linda felt she was filled when he had stuffed her bum with his dick. The ribbon was wide enough only to cover less than half her breasts, so basically her nipples and aureoles were covered while the rest of her beautiful and full breasts were on display.
The last half of the performance was a square drama with the three boys each proposing to get Linda's affection in different ways. Jakob was the timid but sweet guy who would do anything for Linda, even help her towards one of the other two, if he felt she wanted that. Mikka was the smart guy, who tried to convince Linda that what he might not have in other assets, he had in brains. Matthias was the vane bully that knew he was so good looking that no girl could resist his charms. This pas de quattre continued for a long time with Linda showing little interest in any of the three, which obviously made them more interested. Just before the end, a young girl danced onto the scene and went past Linda. She blew her a kiss and Linda lit up. Without further ado, Linda and the girl danced together, leaving the boys to themselves. Just before the final curtain, the girls kissed and walked off the scene hand in hand like lovers and the boys were hanging their heads low.
It was a remarkable performance and nobody that saw them could believe they were amateurs. They got a standing ovation and were called out five times before somebody turned up the lights to indicate we should get ourselves out. People were talking among themselves and the fragments I heard were all praising the dancers for their performance. A splendid job, indeed.
Meg and I found our way to the changing rooms and was met with a chaotic vision of the people undressing for a much needed shower after the performance. Linda sat naked on the edge of a couch with spread legs and Mikka and Jakob were discussing who should do her the honour of being the first to fuck her after the performance. Linda grinned as she saw us and called, "Hey Meg, if you can get one of these horny beasts off of me, I can give the other what he wants."
"OK, Sis," Meg said and instead of trying to pull one of the two away, she quickly dropped her few pieces of clothing and sat next to Linda with her own legs spread. Mikka just stared at her naked pussy and didn't move, which Jakob quickly took advantage of. He pointed his erection at Meg's wet pussy and entered her without further delay. Mikka just shook his head and entered Linda instead.
"
Scheisse," Matthias said. "That leaves me all blue-balled." He seemed to talk mostly to himself in his thick, German accent. "Pia didn't need a shower and has left the theatre already." He turned his head as if he had just realised I was there. He looked me up and down and couldn't help but see my rather prominent erection. "
Ja gut," he said. "
Vielleicht er ist ..."
I couldn't help staring at his oversize erection. It was literally as long as my underarm and almost as thick. He tentatively made a move towards me and I didn't shirk, which he apparently took as a yes for without further ado, he pulled my track bottoms down and let my erection out.
"What a beautiful rooster you have got," he said.
I couldn't help myself and had to laugh. "Cock, you mean."
"
Wie viel? Oh Yes, cock.
Ja, das ist war." He went down on his knees and before I knew what was going on, he had swallowed my hard-on to the root. He made purring sounds of approval and went up and down it in a way I had never experienced before. Looking at the other people having sex and being blown at the same time was more than my over-sensitive brain could take and I shot my load into his mouth much too soon.
I had to admit to myself that Matthias's blow-job was the best I had ever had. And I had had a few. But I wasn't finished. Not by a long shot (and this had been a short one, if you get my pun). I was horny and determined to take advantage of what was on display, so I turned Matthias round and posed him over the make-up table, bum sticking out. I found a tube of hand cream on the table and spread some on his brown sphincter and some on my erection. I grabbed my hard-on, directed it to his well-greased anus and slowly pressed it in.
"
Mein Gott," Matthias exclaimed when I entered him fully. My first time with a boy. And if I deciphered his signals, his first too. At least on the receiving end.
I couldn't reach around and masturbate him while buggering him, but I needed not worry as he had it well in hand himself. The tension in the room went up and up and when it seemed near the level of nuclear fission, it exploded. Linda came with an ear-splitting scream. Meg came with a muffled whimper. Jakob was spluttering in Danish while he pressed hard against Linda, obviously filling her with his sperm as best he could. I think Mikka sang when he came. I'm not quite sure, but it sounded like he at least tried, being stopped only by his lack of singing abilities. Matthias kept repeating "Mein Gott!" as he hosed the floor. It was almost unbelievable, but his dick actually touched the floor and he hardly bent his knees. I didn't say anything apart from some guttural grunts while I again and again slammed hard against his tight bum, unloading my molten lava inside him.
After we stopped squirting, the girls laughed and started to make out. Before long they did it in earnest and when Meg turned around, they managed to 69, much to the delight of four horny spectators. We were all hard again and were masturbating freely, looking at one of the most lovely sights in the world: Two beautiful sisters eating each other out with such love and tenderness.
Despite making love to Meg in the toilet and emptying myself inside Matthias, I couldn't hold back any longer. With an animalistic grunt, I shot across the two girls. The other boys came too, as if my orgasm was the trigger they had waited for and shot their hot sperm on the girls like so many hoses of goo. The girls, in turn, shook and shuddered, and no-one was in any doubt about their orgasms.
What an intense experience.
When we were finished, a shower was much needed as we were sweaty and covered in sperm. We played around a great deal in the shower, but nothing really happened. We dried ourselves leisurely and chatted easily. Luckily, nobody was jealous or embarrassed, which made everything so much easier. I have been with people that get so intensely embarrassed after having sex that they can't carry a proper conversation. Boring. And so unnecessary.
We split up outside the theatre and Linda, Meg and I walked back home, me with an arm around each of the scantily clad beauties. They were beautiful and smart and confident and sexy ... and mine. How lucky can a man be?
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