A Very Exciting Teenage Holiday

Dear readers,

Is there anything more exciting for a young man than being introduced to the secrets of physical love by a significantly older, attractive, sexually experienced woman? Well, I am one of those who actually had that luck as I was 18, and I thank Ariane for making this possible for me, to this day. I'm also grateful to Ulrike, the sweet girl with whom I had the chance to expand my new sexual experience in a wonderful night and several days and nights after. Ariane and Ulrike have had a special place in my heart ever since!

The following story actually happened exactly as I tell it here. I have added nothing and omitted nothing that I could dig up from the depths of my memory. But now please join me in my memories of my experiences that took place in 1980 at a horse riding farm in Malente, a tranquil town in northern Germany. The farm was called "Hof Bast" and still exists under this name today as a holiday paradise for horse-loving and nature-loving people.

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My very special Horse Riding Holiday

It was going to turn out as a hot summer for me in every respect. Although I was already eighteen, I still had one school year to go, due to an involuntary "honory lap" after fifth grade [German school ends with grade thirteen]. Even though I was one oft he oldest in my class, I still didn't have a steady girlfriend. I was completely inexperienced when it came to girls, and especially when it came to sex! At that time, I found fulfillment in athletics, which represented a kind of substitute satisfaction for me, as I was at least quite successful in that area.

It was supposed to be my last summer vacation before I left school to start my physiotherapy studies. This time, my parents had, as an exception, sent me alone to a riding stable in Malente, a small town on the Holstein Lake District, way up in the northern region of the Country. They wanted to use the time to do some renovation work on our house and get me out of their way during this project. I had already spent the previous summer vacation at the same riding stable with my parents, having a lot of fun, because every day I had the opportunity to go on long rides with a group of young people in my age and spend the evenings around the campfire. Accordingly, I was looking forward to this second vacation in Malente, but this year it was to take a completely different course. But more on that later.

Mr. Graage, the old riding instructor and farm owner, who had taken us on many rides the year before, had unexpectedly passed away a few weeks before my arrival. For insurance reasons, horseback riding outside the farm was no longer possible this time, as the substitute instructor hired at short notice lacked the necessary qualifications. So, riding was limited to a single lesson a day, during which I, in a group of mostly small children, could do little more than ride around in circles in the indoor riding arena. With the exception of a girl about my age named Ulrike, who was actually quite sweet but somewhat brittle and aloof, only much younger children spent their vacation with their parents at the riding stable this summer. Ulrike spent the entire day arguing with her parents over silly things, which is why I didn't particularly like her from the start. So, it seemed like it would be a particularly boring vacation this time!

My room was in the attic of the farm and, although small, was comfortably furnished. Next to my room there was a shower room, which was open to the public, and on the other side was Ulrike's room. I could clearly hear Ulrike through the thin wall as she washed in the morning or moved noisily in her bed at night. Once, I heard her sneeze, which was as loud as if there had been no wall separating us! It's a shame she was such a bitch. If she had been a bit more sociable and less bitchy, I certainly wouldn't have been averse to a little holiday fling, especially since she was really very pretty.

Since I didn't know how I was going to kill time all day after my morning riding lesson, I spent most of the day in my room reading an erotic novel by Emanuelle Arsan, which I had bought at the train station bookstore before heading north. Emanuelle and the other protagonists of this novel really got me worked up, so I had to relieve myself several times a day by reading the same passages over and over again.

Whenever I didn't feel like reading, I would go to the nearby Kellersee lake to observe fish and amphibians or simply relax. After a few days, however, the lake had lost its appeal, and I'd finished the erotic novel. So, out of sheer boredom, I explored the farm, the stables, and the surrounding grounds. The indoor riding arena was reserved for a vaulting group that afternoon, and since I couldn't imagine what "vaulting" meant, I simply went there to satisfy my curiosity. Ulrike, who was obviously bored as well, asked me if she could accompany me. Of course, I had no objections, and so we made our way to the indoor riding arena together.

Training had already begun, and a horse was trotting along on a lunge line in the middle of the arena. A little girl of about eight years old stood on its back, performing various gymnastic exercises. At the trainer's call, another girl ran into the circle and also swung herself onto the horse. One by one, each of the five children present had a turn and was able to demonstrate their skills. Ulrike and I certainly had a lot of fun watching and thoroughly amused ourselves, especially when an exercise went wrong and one of the children desperately tried to stay on the horse's back.

When I spontaneously burst out laughing at one of the slightly botched exercises, the trainer noticed me and asked me directly if I could do better. I should please come to the middle of the gym and show what I was able to perform on horseback.

I didn't need to be asked twice. Firstly, I wasn't afraid of horses, and secondly, I was a pretty good pole vaulter back then, so I was not completely inexperienced when it came to body control. I quickly found myself on horseback, and since I was obviously quite skilled, I soon had one of the small children on my back, while at the same time, on all fours while galloping on the horse, doing my best not to lose my balance. The trainer praised me for my skill and asked me if I would like to take part in the training regularly. She seemed to assume I was from the area and was visibly disappointed when I confessed that I was unfortunately only spending two holiday weeks at the riding stables. In any case, I had a lot of fun with the whole thing, at the end of which I slid off the horse, drenched in sweat. I couldn't help but notice that after my time on horseback, Ulrike gave me admiring glances and suddenly looked at me with a completely different expression. Apparently, I had impressed her immensely, because she clung to me like a leech afterward. But this didn't bother me, because I had already labeled her "not my type of girl" on the very first day of my vacation!

In any case, from that day on, I was the absolute hero among the large group of mostly younger children on the farm! I was constantly having to play the clown, especially for eight-year-old Verena, who was spending her vacation alone with her mother at the riding stables. That was the case that afternoon, too, as we all played soccer on the large lawn behind the farm. The sun was shining mercilessly in the sky, and sweat was pouring down my back. We had just started a new game when Mrs. Graage, the owner of the riding stables, suddenly appeared and asked everyone who wanted to go on a trip to the nearby Kellersee in the big horse-drawn carriage. Naturally, all the children were thrilled, and so it happened that I suddenly found myself alone on the lawn with Verena's mother.

Verena's mother had made herself comfortable on a deck chair in a secluded area of ​​the lawn behind a tool shed and put down her newspaper after the children had left. "Would you like to sit with me for a bit?" she asked, pointing to the empty deck chair next to her. "My name is Ariane, by the way!"

"My name is Michael," I introduced myself and gratefully accepted the towel she handed me.

She watched with interest as I rubbed myself dry with the towel before lying down on the empty deck chair. I felt somewhat flattered to be spoken to by her. Secretly, I was even glad to finally be able to exchange a few words with an adult again. Hanging out with small children all the time can be quite exhausting!

"You're really great with small children. Do you have any other younger siblings?" she asked me.

I told her that I only had one brother who was two years older than I, but that I'd been coaching a children's track and field group since a few years.

"I always thought you were into sports, because I admired your powerful leg muscles yesterday while you was doing vaulting."

„Oh, you have watches me?"

„Well yes, and I was very impressed by your skills and your athletic body."

In fact, back then, as a track and field athlete, I had very muscular thighs and schoulders, but I never thought anyone else would notice.

"How old are you, actually? I'd guess you're around 20."

I told her my actual age and was secretly proud that she guessed I was older.

"And why are you spending the vacation all alone and not with your girlfriend?" she wanted to know. She responded with disbelief to my answer that I unfortunately didn't have a girlfriend. "Unfortunately, I haven't had a man for five years either, after I kicked that old bastard out."

When I asked her, she told me that she had discovered that her husband was having an affair with a younger colleague and that she had been living alone with Verena ever since.

We lay silently next to each other in the sun for a while. "How old do you think I am, Michael?" she suddenly asked.

I wasn't prepared for this question and therefore didn't immediately know how to answer. She had a slim, athletic figure, which showed off very well in her bikini. Her stomach was flat and gave more than just a hint of the contours of her well-trained abdominal muscles. I liked her breasts most, the nipples of which were clearly visible through the bikini and magically drew my gaze, at least when I felt unobserved. The small wrinkles around the corners of her mouth and around her eyes suggested a more mature age, as the years had clearly left their mark there. Of course, I didn't dare say this openly, so I simply lied, "Late twenties or early thirties, I'd guess."

"Oh, thank you for the sweet compliment, I'm 42!"

"You don't believe that yourself, do you, with that great figure you have!" I replied.

"Do you really think I have a great figure? What do you particularly like about it?" she wanted to know.

On the one hand, I was a little embarrassed by this question, but on the other, I was intrigued by the intimacy inherent in her answer, so I plucked up the courage and openly confessed my admiration for her slim figure, her flat stomach, and her very beautiful breasts. Inevitably, I felt my penis pulsate and fill with excitement at my own words. It began to erect inexorably. It's hard to imagine that she hadn't noticed! I tried to change my position so that the bulge in my pants was no longer too obvious and half turned my back on her.

"How is it that such a nice and handsome guy like you doesn't have a girlfriend?" she wanted to know, giving me a pitying smile in return for my confession that I always fall for the wrong girls.

"Actually, it's not healthy at all for us to be grilled here in the blazing sun without sunscreen!" Ariane said, getting up to get a bottle of sunscreen. "Don't run away, Michael, I'll be right back!" she commanded me with a smile and disappeared toward her apartment.

Shortly after, she returned with a large bottle of sunscreen. She had swapped her colorful bikini for a much skimpier, snow-white two-piece, the fabric of which was almost see-through. Even from a distance, I could see the darker shade that separated her areolas from the surrounding tissue of her wonderful breasts. Her pubic hair and the contours of her labia were also clearly visible through the thin fabric of her panties. The mere sight of this was enough to make my heart rate increase and make me feel like all my blood was rushing to my penis which instantly swelled to its full size. It made me want to sink into the ground out of shame.

Luckily, Ariane rescued me from my predicament. From a distance, she called out to me, "Lie on your stomach, Michael, I'll put sunscreen on you!"

I was only too happy to comply, as this way I could at least hide my erection from her and resolve the very embarrassing situation. However, it wasn't quite that easy, as I had to force my penis downwards, and I hoped without her noticing, in order to even lie on my stomach.

Ariane simply squatted over me on the lounger and sat on my bottom. I could clearly feel her intimate area on my sacrum. She laughed about me being shocked when she let a large amount of the cool sunscreen drip onto my back from a great height. While she rubbed sunscreen onto every square millimeter of my back with endless patience, I thought I could feel a circular movement of her pelvis. However, this seemed so unbelievable to me that I wasn't sure whether I was just imagining it.

After she'd finished with my upper body, she slid down and, with the same patience, began working on the backs of my legs. As her hands slowly worked their way up the inside of my thighs, I felt even more blood rush to my penis, pressing it almost painfully against the firm cushion of the deck chair. Although Ariane didn't let it show, she certainly hadn't missed it. Again and again, one of her nimble fingers would sneak under the fabric of my wide-cut shorts as if by chance and touch the tip of my swollen glans for an agonizingly brief split second.

"Now, the front!" she suddenly demanded that I turn over.

I was terrified, but just managed to wedge my erection between my legs as I turned over. The idea that I could please her by showing her the bulge in my pants would never have occurred to me, and I thought it would have been very embarrassing for me if she had noticed my level of arousal. Moreover, she was now squatting on top of me again, just as she had been squatting on my bottom before. If I hadn't gotten my hard cock out of the way in time, I would have shoved it right between her legs. Of course, I didn't know at the time that she had deliberately sat on me in such a frivolous manner. In my youthful innocence, I wasn't yet able to recognize this as a deliberate maneuver.

With the sun glaring from above, I closed my eyes and simply tried to calm myself and entrust myself to Ariane's tender hands, which spread the sunscreen evenly and with unbeatable slowness over my upper body. When I again, and this time even more clearly, perceived a circular movement of her lower body, which she actually pressed against mine, I began to suspect that Ariane was aiming for more than just mutual rubbing of sunscreen. At that moment, I regretted having hidden my erection between my thighs, because the idea of ​​being seduced by a mature woman was beginning to fascinate me!

After Ariane had finished with my chest, she slid back down to take care of my legs. I was completely unprepared when she suddenly lifted one of my legs, and my completely erect penis was suddenly released from its supposedly secure grip on my legs. Like a switchblade, it shot upwards and stretched the fabric of my shorts like a tent roof! Ariane could only utter an astonished "Oh!" and gave me a mischievous wink. Her gaze fixed on the bulge in my pants. She took more sunscreen from the bottle and slowly began to spread it all over my legs. Starting with my feet, she slowly worked her way up my lower legs, kneeling between my legs so that she was spreading them further apart. Slowly, her hands moved in circular motions, higher and higher. When she finally reached the very top of my thighs, her fingers dipped under the wide leg opening of my shorts and into my groin, where they repeatedly, as if by accident, brushed over my testicles, sending a thousand lightning bolts through my nervous system. Because my penis was erect, it was beyond the reach of her fingers. I don't know what I would have given at that moment if she had wrapped her creamed fingers around my manhood!

"Now it's my turn!" she suddenly exclaimed, abruptly tearing me from my reverie. She pressed the bottle of sunscreen into my hand, lay face down on the lounger, and made herself comfortable. Still completely dazed, I opened the bottle cap with trembling fingers and knelt down next to her with the sunscreen. Squatting on top of her the way she had done to me seemed too daring.

"Please take off my top, I don't want it to get smeared with sunscreen," she begged me with a seductive smile no man could have resisted.

Since I was rather clumsy trying to open her top, she sat up and removed it on her own in one swift movement. For a brief moment, I had her shapely, bare breasts right in front of my eyes before she lay back on her stomach. The sight of her cherry-pit-sized, erect nipples hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I had to restrain myself from instantly ejaculating. Despite my limited personal experience, I knew only too well from my erotic holiday literature what kind of mood such hardening of the nipples in women indicates, especially when it's not cold outside, but the sun is burning mercilessly from the sky!

So I knelt down next to Ariane again and began to rub cream into her back just as gently and slowly as she had done to me. Then I moved on to her legs, using small movements to feel my way higher and higher towards her beautiful bottom and the junction of her legs. The higher I went, the more Ariane spread her thighs, giving me an unobstructed view of her intimate area. A wet spot appeared here, making the white fabric of her panties even more transparent. I could clearly see the contours of her labia. Of course, I couldn't resist taking a closer look, because she couldn't see me since she was lying on her stomach. My fingers got closer and closer to this magical place, but just before I reached the promised land, my courage failed me, and so I kept my fingers a safe distance from the hem of her panties. Although she presented her thighs to me almost obscenely spread at the end of my exploration, I feared rejection.

"Alight, done!" I commented, finishing my work. I didn't dare ask her to lie on her back, knowing she was topless. However, this didn't seem to pose a problem for her. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she simply turned onto her back and presented her wonderful nakedness to me in all its glory.

"But please don't leave anything out!" she urged me with a smile that would have melted the largest iceberg.

Expectantly, she lay back and closed her eyes. As if she wanted to give me even more chance to have a closer look at her body, she placed a folded towel over her face as an extra sun protection. My fingers began to tremble uncontrollably again as I once again spread the sunscreen in my hands. Soon I would be able to touch those beautiful breasts with my hands, and with her express permission! "But please don't leave anything out!" went through my mind over and over again as I started on the front of her right leg. I stared, mesmerized, at her erect nipples as I slowly slid my hands up her leg.

When I reached her thigh, she pulled up her left leg and spread it wide to give me easier access to the inside of her thigh. She also spread her right leg slightly outwards, presenting me with a view that required the greatest willpower not to climax immediately. Now I could clearly see the contours of her labia and her dark pubic hair. Her panties were so wet by now that she might as well have taken them off without me being able to see any more details of her vulva! Luckily, Ariane had her eyes hidden by the towel, so I felt unobserved as I stared at her genitals and breasts. I was particularly captivated by her breasts, and I could hardly wait to touch them with my hands and spread the sunscreen around those wonderful nipples. Nevertheless, I took my time applying sunscreen to her stomach, as it would have been less intimidating if I did the same to her breasts.

I took a little more sunscreen from the bottle to finally get hold of the objects of my desire, when our intimate time together was suddenly interrupted. The whole group of children returned from their outing, screaming and yelling loudly, and all my hopes burst like a soap bubble. "Shit!" I thought to myself, and in that moment I hated the children with all my heart!

During dinner, my thoughts constantly revolved around the events of the afternoon. Ariane arrived a little later with her daughter and sat down at a table not far from mine. I kept glancing at her. Ariane winked at me friendly several times and once even raised her glass with a gesture as if she were toasting me. Somehow, I still didn't quite know how to assess the situation. On the one hand, there was a sizzling eroticism in our encounter today, but on the other hand, nothing really happened that, with my youthful lack of experience, I could attribute to the term "sexual." If only we hadn't been interrupted! After what might have happened next, my feelings would certainly have been easier to categorize. Who knows if, under the influence of my erotic holiday literature, I hadn't read more into the matter than was actually the case? But wasn't Ariane's request, "Please don't leave anything out!" a clear invitation to apply cream to her bare breasts as well? Wasn't this yet an invitation to a sexual act? You don't want to tell me that it's completely normal to rub sunscreen on a woman's bare breasts in public, do you? And what about the circular pelvic movements with which she pressed her mons pubis against me? I wasn't imagining that, just like her fingers repeatedly stroking my testicles or the spreading of her thighs, with which she provocatively allowed a view of her moist genitals!

After dinner I sat down on the sofa in front of the television in the lounge and turned on the remote control. Barely a minute had passed when Ariane's daughter sat down next to me on the sofa and snuggled up to me. A little later, Ariane also sat down, sitting on the other side of her daughter. Being near Ariane, I thought I detected a crackling in the air, and I was right, because suddenly I felt Ariane's fingers tenderly stroking me in small circles around my hairline at the back of my neck. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine, and goosebumps instantly spread all over my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ariane looking at me, but at first I felt electrified and unable to move. Only after a few moments, when I had regained control of myself, did I turn to her and look straight into her deep blue eyes, which captivated me as if by magic. Wow, that look was pure eroticism, and when she opened her mouth slightly to playfully run her tongue over her lips, I was completely hooked! Countless scenarios played out before my mind's eye, all of them depicting uninhibited sex in the wildest variations. It seemed to me as if the fulfillment of many of my wet dreams was imminent!

Suddenly, Ariane's fingers disappeared from my neck, and before I knew it, she had grabbed her daughter and, amid her loud protests, picked her up. "Verena, now off to bed! Say goodnight to Michael!" Ariane said to her daughter. She gave the little one a loving kiss on the cheek and turned her toward me so she could wave to me again. Then she put Verena back down and told her to go upstairs and put on her pajamas.

As soon as Verena was out of the room, Ariane turned around again and whispered to me: "Will you please wait for me in your room?"

That was finally the clear signal that Ariane wanted to have sex with me! At least, that was the only conceivable interpretation of her words for me at that moment. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Ariane wanted me to share my bed with her! As soon as she and her daughter disappeared, I ran upstairs to my room in feverish anticipation. I quickly stripped off all my clothes and washed myself thoroughly, especially between my big toes. Stark naked, I jumped into bed, pulled the covers up to my chin, and waited with a pounding heart for what was to come. I don't know what was going on with me that made me imagine Ariane would want to fuck me the moment she showed up in my room. I was just so turned on that my brain shut down.

After what felt like an eternity, Ariane finally knocked on my door and entered the room without waiting for my invitation. "Hey, you're already in bed!" she exclaimed in surprise when she saw me peeking out from under the covers. "I wasn't actually in that much of a hurry. Let's go for a walk first." And with a jerk, she pulled the covers away from me, so that I lay before her in my nude. She laughed heartily when she saw me like that, not without casting a benevolent glance at my erect penis.

My face bright red, I jumped out of bed to hastily squeeze into my shorts. This, however, was hardly successful, as my erection resisted being tucked away in my pants. Completely unashamed and at the same time amused, Ariane watched my desperate struggle and slapped my bare bottom with the flat of her hand. Only with great effort did I finally manage to restrain my penis and force it vertically.

"Come on Michael, let's go for a walk!" Laughing, she held out her hand and pulled me out of my room. In the hallway, however, she let go of my hand and followed me down the stairs.

It was a pleasantly warm summer evening, and the sun was still relatively high in the sky. Ariane suggested we walk to Kellersee, the nearby lake. So we started off by walking demurely side by side. There would certainly be some whispering among the guests at the riding stable if they noticed anything going on between me, a young student and the mature mother Ariane was. However, as soon as we turned out of direct view of the stable and toward the lake, Ariane put her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder. She briefly turned her face toward me and blew a tender kiss on the back of my neck. I felt like I was in heaven!

We walked like that for a while, chatting animatedly about all sorts of things. When we finally arrived at the lake and walked along the shore under the shade of the trees, Ariane steered the conversation in a more delicate direction. She wanted to know every last detail about my experiences with girls. I openly told her about my first French kiss while playing spin the bottle at a birthday party, where I fell hopelessly in love with my classmate Anja. I also told her about my first and only tentative attempt at petting with my classmate Andrea, during which we were unfortunately interrupted by my father, as well as about my unrequited love for Christiane, a classmate from my advanced English class who turned out to be a lesbian.

Ariane also spoke very openly and with detailed descriptions about the man who deflowered her. "Luckily, he didn't have a penis as big as yours, otherwise he would have hurt me quite a bit!" she said with a smile, while she clearly looked at my crotch as she said these words. Ariane told me about the numerous relationships she had until she met the father of her daughter Verena very late in life. She even told me about a very intense lesbian relationship with a youth worker, which she had on a camping trip before she met Verenas Father. Through her, she had experienced for the first time that a tongue could give her at least as much pleasure as a man's penis.

We talked to each other completely openly, without any taboos and my ears were already burning at the taboo-free openness with which she told me all sorts of details about her sexual relationships. There was an atmosphere of trust between us in which she managed to elicit all the erotic thoughts that were in my head. Of course I willingly told her about the erotic literature I had read on holiday and that this really turned me on.

"Do you masturbate while reading?" she asked me directly.

It made no sense to me not to be honest, so I admitted that I masturbate about three times a day, sometimes even more.

"Oh my God, what a waste of manhood!" was her short but sharp conclusion. "But you don't have to be embarrassed about this at all. Since I no longer have a real man, I occasionally masturbate even more often during the day. You wouldn't believe how often I'd have to buy new batteries for my vibrator if I didn't prefer to do it with my fingers."

Wow! Now that was a truly open and honest confession, I thought to myself as I let this answer sink in. Images of her masturbating immediately popped into my head.

"But why isn't there a new man in your life? You're very attractive and really sexy, aren't you?"

"Oh, so many compliments make me blush! There's actually a new man in my life, but he's more of a provider for me and sometimes a pretty good conversationalist. Unfortunately, he's a dud in bed. His cock is only four inches, and after ten in-and-out strokes, he cums. If he could at least satisfy me with his tongue, it would be bearable. But he can't even manage that."

"I'm really sorry for you. Ever thought of looking for another man?" was all I spontaneously replied, as I slowly realized what might be expected of me tonight. At least I honestly admitted to her that I had no experience at all, so she would have a lot to teach me.

"Michael, as a single mother of a four-year-old daughter, it's not easy to find a steady life partner. So, you're glad to at least have a sophisticated conversation partner, even if they don't give you the orgasms you long for so deeply as a sexually open-minded woman. I'll just have to get them myself! But speaking of masturbation, I'm curious which technique you prefer to stimulate your Penis. Would you mind telling me?"

Wow, that was a really indiscreet question, but it really turned me on to respond and explain it to her in detail. "Well, actually, it's nothing special. I just let my cupped fist move up and down my cock. Sometimes I also wet my hand with liquid soap. That way, I can better imagine my cock gliding through a wet vagina. It gets even more intense when I also stimulate my glans with my other hand. I usually do it in the dark, but I prefer doing it while looking at pictures of naked women. But my orgasms are most intense when I read sexually arousing scenes while masturbating and then try to imagine myself as a participant."

"Believe it or not, your description is making my vagina really wet!"

"And I get quite a hard-on when you tell me about your wet vagina," I replied, laughing.

"By the way, what kind of books are you reading while masturbating? Are they porn?"

"No, it's not porn at all. Porn turns me off because it reduces sexual interaction to simple mechanical activity without any deeper feelings. I prefer erotic literature, especially when written by a female author. The fact that the book is written by a woman really turns me on. Women write much more emotionally and build tension much more slowly. At least the women whose books I've read so far."

"And what kind of books are these specifically?"

"I find a series of short story books called Swedish Love Stories particularly exciting. These include stories by both men and women. It's through these books that I've clearly discovered my preference for female authors. At the moment, I'm reading the third part of an erotic trilogy by Emanuelle Arsan, who is a very famous French author."

"And what are the scenes that particularly turn you on?"

"Well, the one I'm currently masturbating to the most is about two siblings, Orange and David. They have a sexual relationship, which the author describes in incredibly erotic terms. In my favorite scene, they have a threesome with a young man who's staying with them as a guest in the house of Emanuelle, the main character. I don't like the scenes where the two men interact because I have no interest in male homosexuality but I definitely love the threesome scene, especially the description of Orange's feelings while she is simultaneously penetrated by her brother and the other young man."

"That sounds exciting. Maybe I should read the book myself!"

"If you'd like, I can lend it to you. I've read it often enough by now."

"Yes, why not? But right now, I'm not really in the mood for other people's experiences. In fact, I'm more into own experiences."

My mind was probably elsewhere for a moment and I therefore missed the opportunity to pick up the ball right away. In general, it was difficult for me, as a greenhorn, to keep up with a woman as sexually experienced as Ariane certainly was. I sincerely hoped I could learn a lot from her concerning sex and I prayed to heaven that this learning process would begin that very night and that by sunrise I would no longer be a virgin. In fact, my learning process was about to begin just a few moments later, which I should have predicted after her last comment. We were having such a lively and open conversation that we didn't even notice how time flew by and that the sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon.

The footpath wound along the lakeshore and finally we came to the deserted jetty, from which the tourist boats of the 5-Lakes Tour always departed during the day. We paused our walk and threw some stones into the water. Ariane grabbed my hands and looked deep into my eyes.

"I thought it was pretty stupid that we were disturbed by the children this afternoon. I was really eager to feel your hands on my breasts!"

As she said this, she placed my hands on her stomach and slowly pushed them upwards until they rested on her breasts. Her erect nipples pushed through the light fabric of her summer dress. Still a bit clumsy, I tentatively caressed them with my fingertips, making them firmer under my touch. Over time, I became a little bolder and began massaging her breasts more firmly, gently rubbing her nipples and letting them slide between my fingers.

Ariane grabbed me by the neck, pulled me toward her, and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and met mine. To my disappointment, I discovered that she tasted of cigarettes. Under normal circumstances, this would have been an absolute deal breaker. But here and now, I was so horny for this woman that I simply ignored it. I definitely had much more pleasant memories of the kiss from my classmate Anja. However, Ariane didn't give me time to waste any thoughts on kisses from long ago. Her hand resolutely moved down my body and unerringly grasped the shaft of my penis, which pushed towards her through the fabric of my sweatpants. After she had assured herself that my penis was fully erect, she let go and pushed me against the railing of the jetty.

Ariane asked me to put my legs forward a little so that I was leaning diagonally against the railing, which brought my erect penis roughly at the level of her vulva. She deftly stood over me with her legs spread and pushed my erection down with one hand, positioning her vulva directly above it. With the other hand, she lifted her summer dress so that the fabric was no longer between us. When she released my penis, it shot up so that it was now directly against her vulva. Similar to what she had done that afternoon on the deck chair, she began to press her mons pubis against me with circular and thrusting movements, rubbing herself against my penis with desire.

"This is completely different from your thigh this afternoon," she breathed, moaning, and looked me intently in the eyes while she rubbed herself against me.

"Please put your hands on my butt and caress me", she demanded, her voice barely recognizable.

I dutifully complied and placed my hands on her firm buttocks. Feeling the powerful muscles beneath my hands and the force of their rhythmic contraction, which she generated with her violent pelvic thrusts, really turned me on!

"You're welcome to put your hands under my dress!" Ariane whispered, moaning in my ear.

With trembling hands, I pulled the light fabric upwards until I finally felt her skin beneath my fingers. Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing any panties underneath the dress. Now I could clearly feel her powerful muscles flexing beneath my hands. Curious, I tried to reach between her cheeks with my hands, but unfortunately, I realized that my arms didn't have the necessary reach in this position. So I limited myself to supporting her thrusting motion and pressing her against me.

After just a few movements, Ariane's moans became louder and more intense as she was suddenly overcome by an orgasm. Her screams of pleasure caught me completely off guard, as I had never witnessed a woman climax before. On the one hand, her screams aroused me, but on the other, I feared that we might attract the attention of nighttime strollers.

Ariane seemed to see the obvious conflict in my feelings. "Are you afraid someone might hear us?" she wanted to know as she continued to rub herself against me. "Don't you find the thought of someone watching us appealing?"

Somehow, I couldn't quite understand her point of view, perhaps because I didn't experience the same feelings of pleasure from this action that she obviously did. The rubbing of my penis against the fabric of my pants wasn't particularly pleasant, nor was the fear that she might bend it with her impetuous thrusting movements. For me, it was incomprehensible how she could even reach orgasm like that, and so quickly!

Only after her orgasm had slowly subsided did Ariane slowly let go of me. She deftly slipped her hand under my waistband and gently grasped my now almost flaccid penis. "Hey, so small again? Have you already cum?" she asked me directly.

I explained to her openly and honestly that the action had actually hurt me in the end, and that the friction against the fabric of my pants hadn't been particularly pleasant.

"Oh, that's a shame. I'm sorry if I hurt you. Come on, let's go back!" she suggested, pulling her hand out of my pants.

I was disappointed that she withdrew her hand just as my penis began to become erect again at her touch. We made our way home in silence. We stopped again and again to kiss for minutes, but the thrilling conversation from before didn't really resurface. Somehow, I was disappointed and felt used. I thought she could just as well have done it with her vibrator!

When we finally arrived at the riding stables, I regained my hope that I, too, would get my chance to climax tonight. This hope, however, was dashed in an instant when Ariane kissed me on the cheek at the landing, said goodbye with a whispered "Good night!", and disappeared into her room faster than I could protest. Man, I was so frustrated! Disappointed, I retreated to my room and slipped out of my sweatpants. Only then did I notice the moisture Ariane's vaginal secretions had soaked the fabric. Naked, I lay down on my bed and gazed through the skylight at the bright full moon above me, pressing the sweatpants over my face and inhaling Ariane's intoxicating scent.

The clear summer night was still very warm, and a pleasant breeze wafted through the open window. My penis was erect, and my thoughts revolved incessantly around what I had just experienced. I was still erotically charged to the tips of my hair. Yesterday, in this situation, I would have masturbated without hesitation. At that moment, however, I found the idea completely absurd, because I convinced myself that I somehow had a right to be brought to climax by Ariane.

I lay on my bed for a while, struggling with myself about what to do next. Finally, I gathered my courage and crept down the stairs to Ariane's room. With my ear pressed against the door, I could clearly hear the water running in her bathroom. So she was still awake! I knocked quietly on the door and waited. The sound of the running water stopped immediately, and shortly after, the door opened. Ariane stood before me, wearing only a towel wrapped around her waist. The sight of her bare breasts almost took my breath away. Aware of my inner distress, she smiled at me, wrapped her arms around me, and pulled me toward her, the towel slipping from her waist and falling to the floor.

"Well, someone's coming for more!" she whispered in my ear and grabbed my earlobe, gently biting it. "Go on upstairs, I'll be right there!"

She quietly closed the door behind her, and I crept back upstairs to my room. Secretly, I was immensely proud of having overcome myself, and my heart was pounding in anticipation of what was hopefully now going to be my first real lesson with my experienced sex teacher!

This time I didn't undress completely, but at least kept my boxer shorts on while I waited impatiently in my bed for Ariane. I didn't want to put myself in such an embarrassing situation again like the one I had earlier that evening! Luckily, I didn't have to wait long before Ariane entered my room without knocking and stood in front of me.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked me with a mischievous undertone.

Nervousness made my throat tighten and my voice failed. My unexpectedly changed voice was incredibly embarrassing, as I heard myself telling her, that my desire was to sleep with her and I thought I would sink into the ground with shame.

"I think we have a small problem, Michael," she replied, "because I haven't used any contraception and I don't have anything with me. I can't risk getting pregnant again at my age. You understand that, right?"

I thought I was going to die of disappointment and could already see all my hopes bursting like a soap bubble. Ariane took a step toward me, knelt down in front of me, and looked at me with a lascivious gaze. "Fortunately, there are plenty of other things a woman and a man can do together that are just as wonderful."

Without a word, she stood up in front of me, pushed the straps of her summer dress over her shoulders, and let it slide down to where it lay at her feet. Completely naked, she stood before me and robbed me of my speech. I could only make out her beautiful breasts in the semi-darkness, but the moonlight of the night sky, shining down on her through the window behind her, chiseled the contours of her naked body into my memory forever. Instantly, I felt my penis erect to its maximum size and buck with all its might against the fabric of my shorts.

Ariane reached out her hand and pulled me up from the bed. Silently, she hugged me and pressed her lower body against my erect penis. Her hands slid tenderly down my back, down to my waistband. They deftly dipped under the elastic waistband, where they grabbed my buttocks and pulled me even closer to her. With a bold grip, Ariane pushed my shorts down. My erection, which had been pushed down in the process, immediately shot back up as the elastic band slipped over it and my only piece of clothing slid off me. My penis was now horizontal between us, pulsing against her stomach. Ariane carefully pressed my penis down to get even closer to me. I felt the curls of her pubic hair scratch against my swollen glans.

For minutes we stood wordlessly in front of my bed, our arms wrapped tightly around each other, just feeling each other and waiting. After what felt like an eternity, Ariane released her arms a little. Her lips slowly moved closer to mine, kissing me lightly and tenderly at first, before she began to gently trace the contours of my lips with her tongue. As if in slow motion, her tongue parted my lips and very carefully penetrated me, tracing the inner contours of my lips before penetrating the depths of my mouth and joining my tongue there. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she no longer tasted of cigarettes, but more like freshly brushed teeth. The intensity of her kiss broke me out of my initial state of shock, and I began to enjoy the play of her tongue, initially tentatively responding. As if by themselves, my hands wandered, sliding over her back and sides, over the sides of her firm breasts, and back down again, where her firm, toned bottom waited to be explored. My curious fingers explored the erotic curves, kneading the sensual flesh, and delving deep between her buttocks until I could feel Ariane's wetness on the way forward.

Ariane removed her lips from me and let out a soft moan as I ran my fingers over her perineum and touched the base of her labia. She released her embrace and gently but firmly pushed me away. "You're really going at it, Michael! Please be so kind as to wash yourself thoroughly again before you come into bed with me. I'll warm the bed with the heat of my naked body in the meantime."

Although it was difficult to tear my hands away from her, I obeyed her request and went to the sink. It took a while for warm water to come out, and when it finally ran over my erect penis, I felt a sudden urge to urinate, as my bladder was obviously full. "I think I need to go to the bathroom first," I told her, about to get dressed, as there was no toilet in my room.

"Why don't you just let it run? The sink is fine for that purpose, too," Ariane urged me. "And besides, I really enjoy watching you pee!" she added, laughing.

Oh my God, how am I supposed to pee with this erection, I thought to myself, desperately trying to think of something non-erotic to relieve my stiffness a little. "I don't think that'll work, I'm as stiff as never before!" I tried desperately to explain to Ariane.

Ariane got out of bed and stepped behind me. "Wait, I'll help you," she whispered in my ear. With one hand, she grasped my penis below the glans and, with increasing pressure, squeezed it with her thumb and index finger, like a pair of pliers, while simultaneously pushing my penis down vigorously. This actually did ease the erection somewhat. With her other hand, she turned the sink faucet even warmer and scooped up hotter water, which she gently let run over my glans. Ariane's intervention was immediately successful, as within seconds the pressure was released and my bladder began to empty. When the very last drop had finally left my urethra, Ariane loosened her grip slightly, turned the water temperature down slightly, and took the soap from the edge of the sink. After thoroughly lathering her hands, she grasped my penis, which had long since returned to its original size. What I experienced next was probably the most thorough intimate washing of my life! Without any control over it, I groaned loudly.

"Not so fast, Michael!" she whispered in my ear as she used her clamping grip again to calm me down. "After all, we don't want to bless the sink with your precious sperm, do we?"

After I had regained control, Ariane continued the washing procedure, cleaning not only my penis, but also my testicles, perineum, and anus. My legs began to tremble under her touch, and because I thought I was losing my balance, I held on to the sink. Never before in my life had I experienced such intense feelings, and I felt as if I were about to explode.

Ariane, who didn't miss this, repeatedly used her clamping grip around my glans, thus calming me down within seconds. Only after she had removed all soap residue from me with clean water did she release me. She gently dabbed the water off me with a towel before pulling it through my crotch and between my buttocks, drying me there as well.

"Come on, Michael, the bed is calling!" she whispered tenderly into my ear, took me by the hand, sank down onto the bed, and pulled me down to her. Now, for the first time, I saw her truly naked, as the bright full moonlight shone directly down on her through the window. Amazing! Her body was absolutely perfect and completely matched my ideal image of a desirable woman. Her erect nipples immediately captivated me again, as if by magic, and I felt an insatiable desire to take them into my mouth and suck on them.

Ariane spread her legs almost provocatively, and for the first time in my life, I saw the shimmering moisture on a woman's expectantly open labia! Without any warning, she grabbed my penis and pulled me toward her. "Come on, you shouldn't let a woman wait that is hot and horny! It really turned me on holding your cock while you peed!" She released her grip on my penis and instead cradled my balls in her hand, caressing them tenderly. "There's a lot in there that wants to come out tonight!" she said in her typical ironic manner, not without giving me an appreciative glance between my legs. "But first, I want to be pampered by you!"

Since she obviously hadn't missed how fascinated I was by the sight of her breasts, she grabbed me by the neck and directed me directly to her left breast, whose nipple I captured with my lips, with the primal instinct of a baby, and began sucking passionately. "Yes, you're doing very well," Ariane moaned, "but I'd love it if you'd suck even harder!" She didn't need to tell me twice, and while I sucked the hard nipple even harder and played with it with my tongue, my hand found her other breast so as not to completely neglect it.

But Ariane wanted to feel my hand somewhere else entirely. Without any further foreplay, she reached for it and guided it directly to her venus, glistening with her wetness in the twilight. I had to tear my lips away from her breast to clear my eyes for this new experience and was amazed at how soft, moist, and warm everything my fingers touched was. In the semi-darkness of the moonlight, it took me some time to orient myself and explore the individual structures. Although I had read a lot about this and seen it in various pornographic magazines, feeling a swollen clitoris with my own hands was something completely different and, at that moment, a very moving experience for me. So what I had read in my novel was true: this sensitive organ felt like a small penis, only it slid much more smoothly through my fingers because it was lubricated with its own fluids! At that moment, I was so glad I'd read Emanuelle Arsan's novel these days, because that gave me at least a vague idea of ​​how to proceed. Who knows how I would have behaved if I'd ended up in bed with Ariane completely unprepared?

I carefully touched her clitoris, gently gliding it back and forth between my thumb and index finger. Ariane's reaction caught me completely off guard, as she practically arched her back beneath my hand and began to moan loudly.

"Your fingers are amazing, please, please don't stop exactly what you're doing to me!" she whispered to me in a moaning, almost whimpering tone.

At first, I felt a little uneasy, because Ulrike couldn't possibly miss the moans in the next room and could most likely even understand every word we spoke. After a brief moment, however, I dismissed my reservations and secretly even began to enjoy the idea of ​​being overheard by Ulrike.

So I continued my exploration of Ariane's vulva, varying the play of my fingers slightly. Curious about this unknown territory, I stroked the inside of her labia. I could feel the opening between them well, but I was still hesitant to penetrate with my finger. I much preferred to explore every inch of her labia in peace and quiet and satisfy my curiosity. Meanwhile, her moans grew louder and louder, and the movements of her pelvis more violent. Completely unexpectedly, Ariane was suddenly overcome by an orgasm that made her buck her pelvis wildly and seemingly without any control. Accompanied by a partly rasped, partly breathed, partly loudly screamed "OOOOUUH YEEEES! YEEEES! YEEEES!" she caught the wave with a force that left me in disbelief and amazement.

She began to circle her lower body wildly, obviously trying to guide her wide-open slit under my fingertip. She barely felt my finger over the entrance to her inner sanctum when she jerked her pelvis up, leaving me no choice but to penetrate her deeply. "Come on, Michael," she whispered, "fuck me with your finger!" She grabbed my wrist vigorously and, with a fierce squeeze, made it clear what she expected of me. I quickly understood how she wanted me to please her, and so she let go of my hand as I penetrated her deeply and hard with my middle finger. With my other fingers, clenched into fists, I hit the wetness of her labia with a loud squelching sound with each thrust, as if I were punching her in the abdomen. Actually, I would have preferred to touch her more tenderly. She, on the other hand, let me know with her moans that she wanted it just as hard and merciless and that I was obviously doing everything right.

Ariane thrust her lower body against me faster and faster, her next orgasm already in sight. As best as I could, I adjusted the penetration of my finger to her commands, until she suddenly came again, screaming out her pleasure at an infernal volume, as if she wanted to wake the entire house with her cries of pleasure. Suddenly, a memory of my vacation in Malente last year surfaced before my eyes. One night, I witnessed the pleasurable screams of the young woman who shared the room next to mine with her boyfriend. Back then, my room was also in the attic, but on the other side, facing the garden. The memory of this young woman's pleasurable screams had regularly accompanied me through my wet dreams over the past year and inspired me when I relieved myself. This, however, was of a different quality, because wet dreams had suddenly become wet reality, and I realized that Ariane had already soaked the entire bedsheet with her juices as we had just begun with our sexual encounter!

The intoxicating scent of Ariane's lubricant filled my nostrils. Its aphrodisiac effect heated me up even more, and so, spurred on by her wild pelvic movements, I pushed my finger brutally into her vagina. Even though I wouldn't be able to experience this, I still wondered how a fully erect penis could fit into this tight, contracting muscular tube. Intrigued, I added my index finger, which I then inserted along with my middle finger. When this worked smoothly, I added my ring finger as well. I found out that Ariane's vagina was amazingly flexible and I had no problem continuing my penetration with all three fingers. Ariane also seemed to enjoy having three fingers inside her at once, because as soon as my third finger joined the other two, she began to moan and scream loudly again. This third orgasm was followed just a few moments later by a fourth. The renewed intensity of her screams terrified me, and I was truly afraid that someone might knock at any moment and complain about the disturbance. Smothering her screams with a kiss was the only option I could see at that moment if I wanted to prevent other vacationers from disturbing our activities!

Ariane eagerly responded to my initiative and welcomed my tongue with a passion that almost took my breath away. The passion of her kiss caused my penis to swell to its full size, piercing her hip. Ariane moistened her fingers by inserting them herself, then used her own lubricant to jerk my penis with vigorous, milking movements. After she had let me tell her in detail on our walk how I liked to do it, she now applied this knowledge with unsurpassable perfection! She didn't stop there, however, because now she brought her other hand into play. She moistened this too with her own fluid before placing her index finger on the underside of my glans. She tenderly stroked my sensitive frenulum with her wet index finger, where all my nerve endings seemed to converge! That was almost more than I could bear and I would have almost exploded in her hand if she hadn't anticipated my imminent orgasm and interrupted it again with her skillful pincer grip around my glans.

"We can wait a moment for that," she said, withdrawing from my fingers, which were still working inside her. First, I want to show you something you absolutely should know to make a woman happy."

She took my right index finger and slowly inserted it again, supported by her own index and middle fingers. With gentle pressure, she guided me, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left, sometimes up, and sometimes down. I finally ended up about two inches deep in her vagina with the tip of my finger showing towards her stomach.

"Do you feel the slightly less smooth spot up here?" she asked me as she pulled my finger up against her G-spot. With a nod, I indicated to her that I could feel the spot. "Alright, when you feel the spot, try curling your finger as if you were stroking it with a coaxing motion!"

I obviously followed Ariane's instructions quite skillfully, because as soon as I curved my finger in the way she desired, she started moaning loudly again, and after just a few movements of my finger she had another orgasm, which once again overshadowed all the previous ones. This time, however, it was she who suppressed her loud cries of pleasure because she pressed her face into my pillow and practically screamed her pleasure into the its filling. I was stunned to see the intense pleasure this woman was capable of. Secretly, I was even jealous of her ability to experience one orgasm after another seemingly effortlessly. If I had the choice, I would definitely like to be born a woman in some future life!

After this orgasm had subsided, Ariane pulled me towards her and kissed me. This time, however, not passionately, but much more tenderly than before. When our lips separated after what felt like an eternity, I saw that Ariane was crying. When she saw my worried look, she immediately calmed me down.

"Don't worry about it, it's just because I'm so incredibly happy. I've never experienced orgasms as powerful as those with you!"

Her words and the fact that she was crying stirred me up inside, and as if by instinct, I put my arm around her, just to hold her tight. I somehow couldn't believe her words, but secretly I was glowing with pride for having given her such intense climaxes. Slowly, I tried to pull my finger out of her, but she responded with disgruntled cries. With gentle but firm pressure, she guided my hand and finger back inside her.

"Please keep going, Michael, it's so breathtaking to feel your finger here," she whispered into my ear.

She sat up while my index finger was once again on its way to the sensitive spot. She supported herself with one hand behind her back so she could watch me better. To make her posture easier, I reached behind me and handed her my blanket so she could support her back. Supported in this way, she sat half-upright with her legs spread wide apart. The bright moonlight now shone directly down on her, and I could once again see the light reflecting off the moisture of her labia as I probed my finger inside her, performing the enticing movement. Slowly, she began to move her pelvis again, this time more sideways, as it seemed to give her greater pleasure when my finger moved sideways over her most sensitive spot. While I repeated this movement with my finger, she inserted both index fingers into her vagina in addition to my finger. With great pressure, she pressed her two index fingers against my own, increasing the pressure I was already exerting inside her. The sight I saw was so hot that it was forever burned into my memory and, for many years, was one of the few images I could recall whenever I wanted to relieve myself with my own hand!

As erotic as this sight was, I had the impression that my wrist might break at any moment if I didn't immediately change position. So I crouched down on all fours between her spread legs so I could hold my hand at a more comfortable angle. This new position suddenly opened up completely new possibilities for me, because her firm breasts were now right in front of my nose. Apparently Ariane could read my thoughts. With a wink, she pushed one of her nipples towards me. I greedily sucked the stiff nipple between my lips and let my tongue circle around it. I would have loved to caress her breast with my hand, but unfortunately I had to support myself with my free hand, otherwise I probably would have knocked us both over!

Meanwhile, Ariane's thrusting pelvic movements became more violent again. This time, she wouldn't be able to stifle her cries of pleasure with the pillow; that would have required us to change our position and I would have to release her breast, which wasn't an option for me at that moment. I didn't have to wait long for the expected orgasm. By now, I could interpret the signs that heralded its approach. Ariane bit my hair as she came again, but immediately let go of me to scream out loudly. Her twitching lower body arched beneath me, and I could clearly feel the pulsing contractions as her vaginal muscles gripped our three index fingers.

Overwhelmed by this renewed outburst of emotion, I felt a strong urge to take Ariane into my arms and kiss her. However, my attempt to pull my finger out of her triggered a violent protest from her. She whimpered imploringly,

"Please, Michael, please don't stop, I'm coming again!"

She had barely said this when another wave began to arrive. This renewed orgasm was a special experience for me as well, because our eyes met as she came and we held each other until the very last wave had subsided. In that moment, I felt a deep physical and emotional bond developing between us, and I learned that there is hardly anything hotter than looking into a woman's eyes while stimulating her to orgasm!

Now it was she who pulled my finger out of her. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and brought my finger to her mouth. She kissed it, licked it slowly lengthwise, and then pulled it into her mouth, where she lovingly caressed it with her tongue. She looked at me and stroked my lips with one of her wet index fingers. Following her example, I licked it too and discovered that I didn't find the taste of her in the least unpleasant. Quite the opposite, I liked it and licked her finger too, until I could no longer taste any of her juices. Then she repeated the same ritual with her other index finger until that too was completely clean.

Without any warning, Ariane grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me onto my back. With a quick movement, she squatted over me, and I lightly touched the entrance to her vagina with the tip of my glans. She bent her knees just a little, so that my glans dipped into her hot canal for a split second. I almost thought she would abandon her original plan and allow my penis access to her sanctuary. Unfortunately, I had celebrated too soon, because she immediately let go of me and squatted a little further down between my legs, spreading them to the right and left. Now I was completely at her mercy, and my erect penis stuck straight up. I eagerly awaited release from my torment...

Ariane gently stroked my glans, which she had just moistened with her wet labia. She seemed to know a thing or two about male erogenous zones, as she concentrated her caresses on the frenulum on the underside of my glans, stimulating it with small, extremely swift, yet very delicate movements of her index finger. It was as if a thousand lightning bolts shot through me! While she did this, she inserted several fingers into her vagina to coat them with her natural lubricant. Thus well lubricated, she wrapped her fingers around my penis and ran them up and down its shaft several times to evenly distribute the fluid. She moistened her own fingers again and withdrew them to spread the fluid over my glans. Apparently, she was no longer interested in delaying my orgasm any longer, as she now flitted her hand, clenched into a fist, with nimble movements over the entire length of my manhood. Like a milking machine, she gripped me harder each time she moved her hand up toward my glans. At the same time, she stroked my frenulum and my testicles with the fingers of her other hand, both of which gave me goosebumps. Her own wetness made my penis slide between her fingers like a slippery eel.

She kept her gaze fixed on my glans, expecting me to ejaculate at any moment. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building from the depths of my pelvis. The point of no return had long since been passed. Everything in my abdomen contracted. The sensory perception of my entire nervous system was focused on the full length of my penis, while my testicles contracted rhythmically, forcing the pent-up sperm production of the last twenty-four hours to be hurled with all their might in convulsive spasms through my urethra and out into the moonlit night. I heard a loud moan and only slowly realized that it was my own. I had never moaned during an orgasm before, only this orgasm was new in that I didn't bring it on myself.

Moaning and gasping, I looked down and watched as my cum flew through the air in several spurts. Most of it hit Ariane's neck and face. Her stomach and breasts also received a generous amount, and more fountains of my milky fluid continued to shoot out of me. I've never ejaculated anything even remotely as much as this before! When my throbbing penis finally reached its final throes, Ariane bent down, wrapped her lips around my glans, and sucked me deep into her mouth. For a while, I could still feel small, residual amounts of my cum pouring into her mouth until the source finally dried up completely.

After my orgasm finally subsided, my glans was so sensitive, as if all its nerve endings were exposed. I would have loved to force Ariane to stop her nimble tongue play, because she was driving me almost to the brink of madness. But the touch of her tongue was simply too thrilling for me to want to forgo it voluntarily! Only when my penis slowly lost its hardness did she take it into her mouth up to the base, while at the same time gently rolling my testicles through her hand.

Only after what felt like an eternity did she release me, sit down next to me, and examine herself for any traces I'd left on her. She found a large amount of semen on her neck, wiped it up with her finger, and, to my great surprise, licked it off as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She noticed my astonished look and looked at me with a smile. "Would you like to try it?" she asked, holding out one of her breasts, which had also been hit and now covered with my sperm. I probably would never have thought of tasting my own semen, but could you really refuse when it was presented in such a delicious way? Curiously, I licked her breast and, for the first time in my life, tasted my own salty protein shake. To my surprise, I didn't find it disgusting at all, as I had initially assumed.

After we had both thoroughly cleaned her of my semen, I reached for the flashlight next to the bed to search the area around it for further traces. To both of our surprise, we found another large stain high up on the headboard wall. "My goodness, you just set the world record for squirting from a distance!" Ariane said to my penis, stroking the head with a laugh as if in appreciation. "It's just too bad I didn't get to feel that explosion near my cervix!"

I was still holding the flashlight in my hand when an idea came to me. "Would you mind letting me have a closer look at you in the light?" I asked her curiously. No need to explain that I wasn't speaking of her as a person but of her vulva and of course she understood very well what I meant.

„No, I certainly wouldn't mind at all. A young man's curiosity should be satisfied as much as his sexual desire," she said, leaning back into the pillows and spreading her thighs invitingly.

This gave me a clear view of her moist genitals, which she openly presented to me. Her labia glistened pink in the bright light. Her clitoris seemed much larger to me than in the pictures in the various porn magazines. It peeked out clearly from the upper side of her labia. "Actually, I imagined the clitoris to be much smaller. Are there size differences, like in men?" I asked curiously.

Laughing, she replied that her clitoris was indeed very large. She first became aware of this fact during her sexual adventure with the youth worker at the camp, because her lover envied her clitoris and assured her that she was lucky to be so endowed. "Do you just want to look at me from the outside, or maybe explore a little deeper?" Ariane asked, spreading her thighs even more. With both hands, she pulled her labia apart, revealing the entrance to her cavern as a dark hole in the flashlight.

The sight before me was simply arousing, and so there was no need to ask if I was in the mood for a deeper exploration. I simply had to do it! Although my own arousal curve had still flattened somewhat after my orgasm, the prospect of being able to penetrate her innermost being with my finger again in the light of the flashlight was still tempting. So, I slowly inserted my index finger inside her. I then withdrew my wet finger and circled her clitoris with it, whose small head visibly enlarged under my touch. "It reacts to touch like a penis!" I exclaimed in amazement.

"Come on, don't talk so much, do something instead!" she replied, pressing herself against my hand with a moan. "I'd rather feel you inside me again!" she confessed, and so I penetrated her again with my finger.

Watching my finger disappear into the depths between her labia in full light turned me on incredibly. My finger no longer needed to move, because Ariane was the one who now took the lead with pleasurable pelvic thrusts, rhythmically incorporating my finger. While my finger plunged deep inside her again and again, I held the flashlight fascinated by this breathtaking spectacle. Although she could barely contain her lustful moans, it would take a little longer this time. "Please give me more than just one finger!" she begged me.

I was eager to fulfill her wish, but unfortunately, I realized that the flashlight was more of a hindrance. So I put it aside and crouched between Ariane's spread thighs. This way, I could penetrate her with two index fingers at the same time. "Two fingers aren't enough for me, please give me more!" she practically begged me. So I pulled my fingers out of her and tried somehow to penetrate her simultaneously with both my index and middle fingers. This wasn't so easy, though, because I could barely reach any depth with four fingers. Luckily, I figured out that it worked much better if I interlaced the other fingers, because that way I easily achieved much deeper penetration. It was almost as if my fingers were a slightly shorter, but all the more thicker penis!

Ariane seemed to really enjoy this variation of my fingers, as she thanked me with increasingly violent pelvic thrusts. Having become brave, I let myself be encouraged to speed up my movements and practically ram my fingers into her vagina. "Yes, Michael, come! Fuck me with your hands!" she practically screamed at me, which motivated me to use even more force, which I considered almost brutal. "Yes! Michael! Ooooh yesssss!" she screamed, answering each of my thrusts with her pelvis, so that I was practically afraid of hurting her. My fear quickly proved unfounded, however, as her vaginal walls twitched and clamped around my fingers as another climax overcame her and a gush of her fluid ran over my hands. The volume of her screams no longer bothered me at all; In fact, I enjoyed the way she articulated her obviously immense sexual pleasure! At that moment, I no longer cared what anyone in the house might think about her pleasure-distorted screams. I wanted everyone to hear the pleasure I was giving Ariane!

Her desire hadn't gone unnoticed, and the blood rushed between my legs again. Ariane noticed this immediately and withdrew from my fingers. "Now it's your turn again!" she told me, grabbing my erect penis. We swapped places, and I lay back down on the pillows. "Now I want to see something for my money!" she said, shining the flashlight on my erection. "Let's first check to see if there's really nothing left on you that could be dangerous to me..."

After these words, the meaning of which wasn't immediately clear to me, she took my glans back into her mouth, but didn't focus so much on the sensitive areas on the underside, instead playing with her tongue, especially at the opening of my urethra, which she thoroughly inspected with her tongue and worked on with vigorous sucking movements. She let go of me again and stated with satisfaction: "Now, nothing can go wrong!" Before I could understand what she was trying to express with these words, she sat on top of me, guided my glans to the entrance of her vagina and slowly lowered herself onto me.

"Michael, I simply have to feel your cock inside me. Enjoy fucking me, even if only for a very short moment!" And as she said this, she took my penis completely into her tight canal with several powerful thrusts. Her buttocks slapped loudly against my thighs, which vibrated under her thrusts. Since the whole thing came so suddenly and I wasn't expecting it at all, it took me a moment to realize that Ariane was actually fucking me. It was the first time in my life I had penetrated a woman's vagina! I had internalized her announcement that she absolutely did not want to do this that it never even occurred to me that this could happen! Just as I realized what was happening and began to enjoy the wonderful rubbing of her hot, wet vagina against my penis, Ariane dismounted me again, abruptly ending this unexpected excursion into her paradise. As beautiful and intense as this experience was, the disappointment was great when it ended even faster than it had begun!

Ariane approached my face and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry, Michael, but if I'd kept you inside me any longer, I wouldn't have wanted to stop, and I shouldn't have taken that risk!" If only she'd let me in on her plan, I would have been able to concentrate better on this moment and enjoy it more consciously. Unfortunately, she had completely taken me by surprise, and I was left with the disappointing feeling of having been robbed of a wonderful experience!

I could have really just lain back and enjoyed myself, because Ariane had soaked my erection with her slippery juices that it slid smoothly through her hands while she jerked me off with powerful movements. As if in prayer, she held her hands folded around my penis so that she could stimulate my glans with both her thumbs at the same time. Precisely because my penis slid so wetly through her hands, the feelings she gave me were incredibly intense, much more intense than before. Yet I couldn't flip the switch in my head and open myself up to Ariane, because my thoughts were distracted by the frustration of not being able to fully savor the brief moment in which I had penetrated her moist paradise with my penis. No matter how hard Ariane tried, how varied she used her hands, and how intense the feelings she gave me were, I still couldn't block out my negative thoughts and surrender to her uninhibitedly.

Ariane had been pestering me for at least twenty minutes when I finally admitted to her that I was somehow blocked and would definitely never climax again this night. I didn't tell her the reason, though, because I had no reason to blame her. Rather, I should be grateful that she had even allowed me this brief experience, and at least I could now say that I had real sex with a woman, even though it was only for a few short but intense thrusts!

Completely exhausted, we separated again. It was well past midnight and we had at least three hours of intense sex behind us when Ariane finally gave me one last kiss, wished me goodnight, and quietly tiptoed out of my room. I lay awake for a long time, unable to fall asleep because my thoughts kept circling back to what I had just experienced. I envied Ariane her ability to experience one orgasm after another seemingly effortlessly. The final score was 8:1, and because I felt my penis begin to erect again at the memory of that night, my hand automatically found its way to it. Well, at least I was able to reduce the score to 8:2, but all in all, it was still unfair!

Tob e continued...

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I hope you enjoyed my story, and of course, I welcome any feedback from my readers!

Sincerely yours, Michael