Ch. 6

6. Everything spontaneously

The usual division of labor followed. The lovely femininity took care of the salads, while the glory took the grill out of the cellar and placed it on the balcony. After dinner, Monika's brother went to his college friend to check out his latest computer game. The C64 had just come out.

We had saved our exuberant mood from the outdoor pool and more or less cuddled around. My hands were trying to get to Maria's breasts and similar acts of desperation were taking place with the other couples when Monika suddenly asked: "Do we want to watch some porn again?"

"No, don't feel like going to Beate Uhse now. Are they still open?"

"Not to BU. I found one with my parents."

"You have something?"

"You are amazed, aren't you? Our producers are not culture-contemptors either."

We laughed sheepishly. When we imagined that our parents - these films - which were definitely made for us - at such an age? Was there sex at all from 30? Or did that fall under mummy desecration?

"And what does it show?" Asked Renate.

"How naive do you have to be?" Gerd asked back. His laugh took the edge off the saying. "Couples having sex, of course."

"Also," Monika gave a description of the contents, "but in the cloak of enlightenment. So teacher - student mode. How do I satisfy a woman, for example."

"So you mean teaching materials for inexperienced young men?" I asked directly.

"Well, I didn't mean it that way, but if you need guidance ..."

Of course, we rejected this malicious insinuation, but you could see.

I found it boring and somehow strange to watch porn dressed up in the heat when we had been walking around naked all day, but I didn't dare to openly suggest the idea of ​​undressing beforehand. So I suggested:

"How about we play a game of spin the bottle beforehand? It's much more exciting."

"Yes, for tensioners," came from Renate, who was sober enough to see what I was up to.

Maria looked at me indecisively. Unexpected help came from Helga.

"Then let's play strip poker first, spin the bottle is boring."

"Hello Monika", I called before any objections could arise, "can you bring your tickets with you right away?"

" Cards?

What cards? " " For strip poker.

"I haven't," she yelled back and came back in with the film in hand. "What do you want with that?"

"Some of your guests have probably not seen enough naked meat today," Renate commented sarcastically.

"Don't be silly," I protested. "What's wrong with it? We walk around in Adam's costumes all day and, of all people, when we want to watch a Danish cultural film, do we get dressed?"

"For my part, I'm already dressed," Renate muttered.

"Why don't we just undress like that if everyone wants to?" Asked Monika, interrupting our dispute and ignoring Renate's objections.

"Because it's boring," repeated Helga. "

"I wouldn't see it like that now", Maria interfered, "after all, I only know the boys when they are limp." You could tell that the alcohol had its effect. "We could spin the bottle if there weren't any cards."

Monika had a vote. Surprisingly, even Renate agreed with a pout. "But only under protest!"

Said and done. We put the table and chairs aside and all sat on the floor. Since Bernhard was at the front of the alphabet, I was allowed to run first. Unfortunately, the neck was pointing at me.

"Hey, we haven't even made out how many pieces everyone is allowed to wear," I noticed.

"And whether jewelry counts," added Dieter.

Everyone briefly listed what he or she had to take off and we found that the difference was a maximum of two pieces. For the sake of simplicity, a few pieces of jewelry were exchanged and parity was established. I was able to return the bracelet I had just "won" straight away.

When the first had only 1 or 2 pieces to lose, the next question arose.

Guido wanted to know: "And what does the person who has nothing more do? Sitting around naked or is the game over or what?"

"Well, if you lose, you have to watch the stupid film on your own," suggested his Renate.

Somehow she was in her destructive phase. Otherwise no one agreed with her suggestion.

"If you get bored, you can jerk off", Dieter tried to be funny.

Guido protested, but he hadn't expected Moni's reaction.

"Oh yes! Show us how big someone like that gets", she suggested briskly.

"The alcohol must have clouded your brain!"

Guido didn't seem to think much of the idea. No wonder, I would have felt pretty stupid too. Not to mention the fact that I didn't expect such a development at all. Monika either seemed to have drunk more than I thought, or she was planning something.

"I think the idea is good. I have never seen a piece like this in full size before," said Maria for the second time on the same topic. "At least in real life," she added, blushing.

'And I've never had a wet cunt,' I thought to myself.

In retrospect, the purest kindergarten!

What followed was a heated discussion about whether we should continue playing at all. The girls even disappeared briefly into the kitchen to be able to discuss among themselves! Finally, after a few more apple grains, they came up with a suggestion that put us men at a disadvantage: the girls only had to show their sanctuary to their partner, while we boys were naturally marveled at by everyone. The lovely femininity was free to show itself a little more openly (which we men found only fair!), But we did not have much hope. Only Renate hadn't agreed, but he had no choice but to join in and hope that the goblet would pass her by.

Dieter hit it first. He played himself briefly on the mast and already he had brought him just above the German average. I watched how Renate involuntarily licked her lips. She couldn't quite escape the situation after all.

"Well, Helga, what do you think of your lollipop?" Maria turned to her neighbor on the left.

Some stupid saying was to be expected. Typical women: first shamelessly exploit our curiosity and then blaspheme!

Helga turned bright red and was speechless. Dieter turned the bottle and the neck pointed exactly to her cunt.

"Could you please dim the light a bit? I would be a little better with it," she asked.

Monika did her a favor. But no sooner had Helga spread her legs

"You are mean!", Helga complained, but kept her legs in position. "I hope you have enough to stare?" She asked with a sarcastic undertone.

Not really. In our inexperience, we hadn't taken into account that these damn labia stuck together and denied us any insight.

I swallowed anyway because my mouth watered for some reason. Guido and Gerd mumbled an embarrassed, lying "yes"; only Dieter saw even less. He sat right next to her and looked down at her bush from above.

"Only I don't notice anything again!" He complained.

"Then take a look." Helga stood up swaying and stood in front of Dieter. Exactly at eye level, she grabbed her crotch and slowly opened her labia with both hands. As if a flower were opening its blossom.

"Do you like my pussy?" She asked him, looking straight down at his face.

Damn it! Why am I not in Dieter's place?

Dieter, whose strap was now stretching up without help, nodded speechless. His head jerked forward, and before Helga could react, he quickly kissed her pubic hair.

"Oh!", Helga winced at the unexpected touch.

She sat down frantically and continued to turn the bottle. It shimmered damp between her legs. The look she gave Dieter from the side could mean anything: perplexity, bewilderment, curiosity, even lust. Spin the bottle wasn't as boring as I feared.

It was Guido next. We already knew from the outdoor pool that he had a thick acorn. His half-mast actually looked quite normal. What he then wanked up, however, was a rather large tail about 22cm long and correspondingly thick.

"Now I know why you hid it from me," Renate whispered in awe. "Woman can get scared there."

"Not me," I heard Monika mumble.

"But how am I supposed to ever blow this monster?" Thought Renate.

"Yes, you will have a problem there," laughed Monika.

Renate realized to her horror that she had probably been thinking out loud, and she turned fiery red. Guido, on the other hand, smiled quietly to himself and took his Renate comfortably in his arms.

Then it was my turn. I had already thought of a new variant.

"Are you helping me?" I asked my friend Maria, who was sitting across from me.

"You pig!" She smiled at me. Somehow her words didn’t match what she did. For the first time, her hands grasped my cock. My tail shot up in a flash. I thought "damn cool grip", then my best piece spit off. Three jerking movements from her were enough and I shot her my cream on the tits. She was just as surprised as I was.

"Can't you warn me in advance, you little piglet? How do I look now?"

Typical woman. I embarrassed myself with premature ejaculation and she worries about her appearance!

"Sorry, I didn't expect that myself. But your grip was so great. Where did you learn that?"

"Nowhere, what do you think?" she hissed at me. "You were my first."

"Well then, I want to be there when you've got some practice."

Everyone laughed. Then Maria did something I hadn't expected. She took her index finger, dipped it in the sauce on her right breast, and licked it off.

"Hmm, tastes good. Anyone else want?" she asked and turned around.

Renate refused, shaking her head, but Monika accepted the offer. She licked her sample straight from Maria's tits. I couldn't believe my eyes and thought I was in the wrong movie.

"You're right. Tastes better than it looks," she explained, and again ran her tongue over Maria's plump nipple. She couldn't help groaning.

"Hey, I'm not a lesbian, but if you keep going like this, I could think about it."

"No thanks, neither do I. But that looked so cool on your tits and it would be a shame if it dripped onto the carpet."