Ch. 8

8. Defloration

Maria knelt in front of me and took my tail in her mouth. This was not the first time she had done this; she had tried it about a week ago. I hadn't expected her visit that day and so I was just on my way to the bathroom. I was totally surprised when she rang the doorbell, came in, knelt in front of me and immediately tried my lolly.

"Eee," she spat again. "You stink!"

"Yes, of course, sorry, I hadn't expected you either."

"But then you can still wash yourself!"

"I would have done too. You can come along, the bathroom should be warm slowly."

"No, thanks, I'm done and put on my expensive perfume.

Too bad. Women are never at a loss for an excuse!

"Well, then I'll just disappear alone."

We then had the misfortune that my parents came back from shopping before I emerged from the shower and hogged us both.

So this sucking number here could somehow pass as a premiere.

"Can you both hold back a little longer?" Asked Monika. "That looks cool, but I'm the main character now."

Bad luck again!

Maria released me again and the six of us looked for a place with a good field of vision in front of Monika, who lay down in the middle of the room on a thick woolen blanket that she had brought.

"Come to me, beloved," she said theatrically, making everyone laugh. "Don't hurt me," she asked Gerd, a little more quietly.

"May I suggest something?", Helga answers.

"Why not?" Answered Monika, surprised. Gerd was about to mount it and paused.

"Why don't you ride Gerd? Then you have your defloration in your own hands and can control the pain better."

Disqualify? Didn't that have something to do with marriage?

"Oh, that's the professional speaking." This time the sarcasm didn't come from me, but from Renate.

"Nonsense, professional. Detailed explanation by my mother, who gave me the tip," said Helga.

Helga's mother didn't seem to have limited herself to theory. It was good to have parents who were practical.

"What do you mean, Gerd? Is that how we do it? Or would you rather pierce my hymen in the traditional way?"

"I can't believe it," I called. "What is there to discuss? It's your skin, it's your pain, and you decide. Basta."

Gerd looked at me a little annoyed at my interference, but Monika was already getting up.

"Helga and Bernhard are right. Come on Gerd, lie down."

The rest of us took advantage of the delay and sat down differently. Now his partner sat in front of every man and we looked over her shoulders.

Monika knelt between Gerd's legs and took his carrot in her mouth.

"Uh, Moni, the hymen is somewhere else." Of course, the comment came from me.

"I know, jerk," she muttered with her mouth full. "I just want to get him nice and wet."

That made sense. Apparently Monika had really planned everything well. Only Gerd didn't take part. With a loud groan, he injected his elixir of life into her mouth.

"Hey, it wasn't meant like that!" His girlfriend complained and spat everything into a handkerchief.

"Sorry. I felt like Bernhard. The stimulus came so well and so quickly that I couldn't hold it anymore."

"And now?"

"You can blow me up again"

"Okay, but woe betide you spray me in the mouth again. Then I'll find another engraver," she threatened.

"Pee break", Maria called in between and almost everyone used the opportunity to knock off their water until it started again. Finally we had taken our box seats again and Gerd gave his ok for the second attempt. This time Monika kneeled to the side of him and took his tail into her mouth again. With one hand she supported herself, the other caressed her own cunt. Since she was kneeling with her bum facing the auditorium, we could watch her finger play closely. I didn't know which looked hotter and tried to see both scenarios at the same time. Her fingers searched for the clitoris and ran lightly over it, then she slipped between the labia and got some moisture from the entrance and then rubbed it back over her clitoris. At the same time she took Gerd's member up to the upper third in her mouth.

With Gerd it was enough for a loud groan.

"Come on now," he gave a somewhat gruff instruction than it was meant to be. Monika let go of him and turned around. Gerd held his lance vertically with both hands and Monika put his spear on her pussy. We held our breath and forgot to scratch our womens breasts. The music had stopped and it was absolutely still in the room. We heard the wall clock ticking lonely. High noon. Clint Eastwood is about to come around the corner and start shooting.

Monika's pelvis lowered slowly. She looked each of us in the eye. Smiled. Then she came up again. Back down a few centimeters. High again. She made it really exciting. Gerd put his hands on her waist.

"Not now. Leave me alone," she urged him to take his hands away.

Monika lowered her pelvis a little lower. She seemed to feel her way forward millimeter by millimeter. High again. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and with a jerk she sat down on Gerd's lap. We held our breath. No sound came from Monika's mouth, only her facial expressions betrayed the brief pain. She shook her head like an unwilling horse, her hair flying. It just looked awesome. Then she opened her eyes, smiled, almost laughed, and slowly began to ride Gerd. A collective moan came from our mouths. We almost applauded like in a charter plane after a successful landing.

Monika increased the pace and came to her first orgasm. We saw her eyes roll, heard her moan, saw her thighs tremble and cramp. It was wonderful to watch. Completely different from what the porn films wanted us to believe, where only the men squirt and the female orgasm consisted of a loud moan. This was real, unbridled lust. Monika turned on Gerd without releasing his tail from her cave. She leaned down and kissed him.

"You did well, my darling," she praised him, although he had actually just kept still.

"Now spray me full," she demanded.

Monika started to ride again and Gerd started his first pushes. It happened the way it had to. Immediately he was outside

"Hey, don't run away, you coward, come back in now!" Monika grabbed Gerd's lance and inserted it again. Both went to work a little more cautiously and adjusted their rhythm. To the left of me, Helga and Dieter lay down next to each other and stroked the primary sexual characteristics.

On the right, Renate and Guido tried a 69 position. He had a bit of trouble getting her abundant pubic hair out of the way, but then he did it and plowed his tongue through her damp crevice. Renate swore against it over his large glans. She was really upset that she only got the top edge in her mouth. She worked the sensitive lower part with her tongue, licking it over and over again. At the same time she scratched his big balls.

"Let me know when you come. Don't spray me in my mouth," she said backwards.

'Why is that now?' I asked myself to myself. A few hours ago she found my sperm still very tasty. Then it occurred to me that she was a woman, so you shouldn't give much for such a change of heart. Or had she just fooled us and now that things were getting serious, she was losing heart?

Maria was still sitting in front of me and enjoying my scratching on her breasts. She looked at the activities of the three couples and did not miss any movement. I stroked south with one hand and tried to get to her pussy. Willingly she adjusted herself a little and gave me access. We heard Monika groan and shortly afterwards Gerd. Obviously both had come.

Maria's fur was totally wet. I rubbed her moisture on her clitoris, then slipped down to her cunt entrance, caressed the swollen labia and came back to her pleasure button.

"Yeah, good, go on."

I had nothing else to do right now, so I granted her request. Monika had got off Gerd and was in his arms. Both were now watching the other couple's hot activity. Monika looked me in the eye and stretched her right thumb up. She seemed to like my technique too.

Guido shouted: "Watch out" and he shot Renate full in the face.

Like a good hostess, Monika handed her the tissues. Renate wiped off the goo and climbed down from Guido.

"Hey, I wanted to finish licking you too," he asked, amazed.

"Then it's our turn tomorrow. I've already said that there are too many viewers here, I can't. I need more intimacy to come to orgasm."

"Are you angry now?"

"No, of course not. It was a wonderful evening, and when we are home tomorrow you will hopefully know what to do."

"Feed the budgie?"

"It has to do with birds, idiot!"

Shortly after each other came Helga, who uttered sharp screams, Dieter, who shot his sperm on her stomach, and Maria, who injected her juice into my hand. I licked my hand with relish, this time without sharing.

Thank goodness my attentive friend did not miss it.

Maria kissed me and asked: "Do you want to try something new?"

"Always", I answered, "what are you going to do?"

She lay down on the blanket next to Monika and Gerd.

"Come back, please."

We switched places. Monika and Gerd took the spectator seats and I went to my Maria on the "stage".

"Come between my tits."

Well, she could have that. A titty fuck!

"Wait!" Monika stopped us. She ran into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of oil.

"Here, rub your boobs with it, then it'll slip better," asked Maria.

But then I preferred to do that myself. I poured some oil into my hands and spread it everywhere, including on the warts and outside, where I would certainly not have any contact. Jerking me up was not necessary. My stand was like a one. I pushed him onto Maria's bosom and she pressed her breasts together with both hands.

"A whole new feeling," I said. "Not like with my hand (although I left it open whether I meant mine or Maria's hand), much softer. I could go on forever."

Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration, the feeling was too strong for that.

"Are you coming at it with your tongue?" I asked.

That turned out to be a little difficult because we didn't have a pillow to put under Maria's head. Monika had the saving idea. She just crawled behind Maria and took her head in her lap. So she could watch us from above and a unique sight opened up to me: my cock between the boobs of my friend, my glans in her mouth, no outside, no now inside again and over it the swaying breasts of Monika and her lustful veiled look.

That was too much and I started splashing. Maria tried to swallow everything, but there was so much freshly produced cream again that it dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her chest. Here, too, Monika handed the handkerchiefs as the attentive hostess. She got up and suddenly snorted.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Maria's hair is totally messed up in the back. She has all my cunt juice in her hair!"

Maria shook her mane with a laugh.

"Then I'll go wash myself. Do you have a shampoo and a brush somewhere?"

"Yes, you will."

They both disappeared into the bathroom. Monika brought sheets, and when Maria came back with her hair washed, the rest of us were all asleep.