A Very Exciting Teenage Holiday Ch. 02

Author's note: This is the second and final part of my story about how, as a teenager, I was seduced by a 42-year-old single mother and robbed of my virginity. I wrote the story many years ago to read it to the girl I fell head over heels in love with back then, and to whom I have been happily married ever since. It was her who convinced me to publish the story.

I originally wrote the story in German which happens to be my native language. Finally I have translated it into English, which is something of a second native language after having spent many years of my childhood and countless vacations since then in the wonderful USA.

I hope you enjoy reading about my very special horse riding holidays, as I have enjoyed writing and translating it!

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My very special Horse Riding Holidays (Part 2)

The next morning, I had a hard time getting out of bed. Sleeping in was out of the question, because riding lessons were always scheduled right after breakfast. Ulrike was already sitting in the dining room with her parents and kept stealing glances at me, expressing a mixture of disbelief and admiration. In general, Ulrike seemed completely different, sitting at the table with her parents, lost in thought and peacefully, whereas before I had always seen her arguing with either her mother or her father.

Ariane had obviously already had breakfast with her daughter, because there were used breakfast dishes on her table that hadn't been cleared away yet. I remembered that she had told me about a trip to Timmendorfer Strand, a small town surrounded by huge sandy beaches, located on the Baltic Sea coast and only about an hour to drive from Malente. She wanted to take her daughter with her, so I guessed she was probably already on her way. Secretly, I was glad I hadn't met her at breakfast, because she had a piercing way of looking at me that would certainly have been uncomfortable in front of the other guests. I didn't really know how I should have behaved towards her in the company of others, so I was actually quite happy that we didn't run into each other at the breakfast buffet.

So, after riding lessons, it was time to laze around again. As I was taking my saddle to the tack room, I witnessed another argument between Ulrike and her parents, who were determined to spend the afternoon at the lakeshore. Ulrike, however, would not be persuaded for anything in the world to accompany her parents. In a bad mood, she steamed off to her room and simply left them standing there. I also retreated to my room, after picking out a selection of trivial magazines from the TV room. A little later, as I lay on the bed, leafing through the magazines, I suddenly heard a steady, pleasurable moan from the next room. It was quite obvious that Ulrike was masturbating behind the wall, and it seemed very likely that Ariane and I had provided her with the inspiration. I could clearly hear the initially quiet moaning, which gradually grew louder through the wall, until it finally grew into rapid panting and, at the moment of orgasm, culminated in a long, drawn-out sigh. In terms of volume, Ulrike couldn't keep up with Ariane's numerous orgasms. On the other hand, I was also sure that she was holding back on expressing her pleasure, knowing that the walls in the attic were thin.

But even this silent climax had an effect on me, as I felt a distinct stirring in my pants. I suppressed the strong urge to masturbate, though, because I secretly hoped Ariane would visit me again that night!

Ariane still hadn't returned from Timmendorfer Strand by dinner time. So I spent the evening outside on the lawn, playing soccer with the little ones. The sun had almost set when the last children were brought inside by their parents and sent to bed. So I had no choice but to return to my room, if I didn't want to expose myself to the swarms of mosquitoes that took over the riding stables' outdoor area as night fell.

On the way to my room, I immediately noticed that Ariane must be back from Lübeck, because her yellow VW Golf with Berlin license plates was back in the parking lot in front of the house. At first, I considered knocking quietly on her door, but strangely, there was no light on in her room. Even stranger was that my room key wasn't hanging on the key board, even though I was sure I'd hung it where it belonged. Had I left it upstairs? To my great surprise, I found my bedroom door unlocked. The room was dimly lit by moonlight, and the window was open a crack. Had I left it open by mistake?

"You've kept me waiting quite a while!"

Ariane's voice came from my bed. My eyes quickly adjusted to the twilight, and I recognized Ariane, lying naked in my bed, her hand reaching out to me. I was just about to sit down next to her on the bed when I realized I was drenched in sweat. Ariane had no objections to my suggestion that I take a shower first.

"But please don't take too long, Michael. I'm totally horny for you!" she said.

The shower was in the next room on the same corridor, and I hurried as fast as I could. When I was finished, I only dried myself lightly and wrapped the towel around myself. Still half wet, I crawled into my bed and put my arms around Ariane, who, without hesitation, immediately grabbed my erect cock.

"Tonight I want to teach you something," she said, "that you absolutely should know as a man!"

She pushed me into the pillows and squatted over me. First, she kissed my chest and then moved her tongue deeper and deeper. When she reached between my legs, she very gently licked around my glans with her tongue. I was absolutely thrilled by feeling the smoothe warmth of her tongue slowly thisting around the tip of my cock. When it was moistened all around, she withdrew her mouth and blew sharply on my glans, which felt pleasantly cool on my skin. She had barely finished this teasing when she closed her lips around me again and took my penis deep into her mouth. She repeated this game several times in a row, so that I felt like I was under a contrast shower. Always alternating hot and cold!

Finally, after she had been playing her little game with me for quite some time, she really got down to business. She grabbed my cock in her fist and massaged it vigorously from top to bottom, while her tongue worked on places on my glans whose existence I had previously been completely unaware of. It wasn't long before I had a powerful orgasm and my semen poured down her throat in several spurts. Meanwhile, she didn't stop sucking on my cock like crazy, as if she were a milking machine, trying to get even my every last drop out of me. Her tongue was still playing wildly around my glans long after my orgasm had subsided. The sensations were simply indescribable and I almost thought I would be torn apart. Only when my penis slowly lost its strength did her lips release me again.

I could see from Ariane's look that it had turned her on incredibly to give me a blowjob and swallow my cum. Remnants of it were still stuck to the corner of her mouth and running down her chin. She picked up the residue with her index finger and licked it off with pleasure.

"So, now I'd like you to lick me, Michael!" Ariane breathed in a throaty voice, lay back and presented herself to me with her legs spread.

I really hadn't expected such an invitation and looking back I have to admit that her timing wasn't particularly good. So immediately after my own orgasm my libido had flattened somewhat and it might have been better if she had given me some time. But now she was lying right in front of me with her legs spread and her wet, glistening labia, waiting for me to spring into action.

I probably wasn't even being clumsy, because when I touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, she immediately moaned with pleasure and pressed her vulva against me. She grabbed the back of my head demandingly and pressed my face even harder against her pubic area, almost taking my breath away. It only took a few moments before she climaxed and arched her back on the bed beneath me, twitching and moaning. Although the taste of her vagina wasn't at all unpleasant, I was glad to be done with it, because at that moment I had no desire at all to please her with my tongue without being able to breathe properly. Moreover, her demanding manner made me feel somehow used, which I didn't like at all. How could I have known at that point that I would experience the pleasure that conquering a wet vagina with my tongue would bring me later that night?

Ariane seemed to expect me to continue playing with my tongue. However, I preferred to stop there and somehow clean my completely wet face of her juices, which were already running down my neck. So I dried myself on the covers and slid back up her, where I found her erect nipples. I immediately wrapped my lips around one of them. This was much more to my liking, and it made me really hot again to suck on her hard nipple and tease it with my tongue especially as I was able to breathe at the same time! The desire automatically rose again, and so my hand found her clitoris heading south, and my finger penetrated her wet vagina demandingly. Looking back, I can't even say how many times she orgasmed that night, but it was so many times that I eventually stopped counting. This woman was simply amazing! Somehow, however, I wasn't really into it that night and my penis barely reacted to the screams of pleasure that accompanied each of her orgasms. At some point, Ariane had also had enough of my fingers, so she pulled me towards her to kiss me. With a sly smile on her face, she suddenly pulled a small package from under my pillow.

"I brought you something nice from Timmendorfer Strand, but you'll never guess what it is!" she said as she handed me the package.

Actually, it wasn't a package at all, but a small envelope with a ribbon around it. Curiously, I pulled on the ribbon, opened the envelope, and held a flat package in my hand. "Blue Seal - Feeling Real" was written in green lettering on a black background. Ariane was delighted when I looked at her questioningly. What a greenhorn I was, not recognizing what I was holding in my hand!

"This is a condom," Ariane whispered in my ear. "I'd like to fulfill your wish tonight and I know that fucking me is just what you'd like to do, right? I'd be happy to let you penetrate me more than once, if you'd like. Just to be safe, I brought a few extra condoms!" she said with a mischievous smile as she groped for my penis, which immediately began to harden again. I certainly hadn't expected this, and the prospect of having a real sex with Ariane instantly awakened my libido.

Ariane carefully removed the condom from the silver foil, took the tip with the sperm reservoir between her lips, and gently placed it with her mouth onto the tip of my glans, which was already taut and pulsing with excitement. With her lips, she rolled the condom a little way over my cock and then rolled it tightly down with her fingers. I had held a condom in my hands a few times before and had probably thrown a few water-filled ones out of the window at school. However, this was a first for me to have one put on, and I must admit that this tight raincoat was a bit of a turn-off. With a few skillful massage techniques, Ariane managed to make my cock even stiffer and prepare it for what was about to happen.

With both hands, Ariane pushed me into the pillows and squatted over me. Without using her hands, she guided her moist labia directly over my erect penis. My heart pounded wildly in the exciting anticipation of having real sex with a woman for the first time in my life! I gazed into her eyes, mesmerized, as I felt something soft against my glans. I felt a slight pressure that made the soft texture give way and nestle around my glans. Ariane sank a little deeper, so that I thought I could feel her vagina being penetrated. With eager curiosity, I expected to feel a similarly intense sensation on my cock as the previous night, when Ariane had let me penetrate her depths without a condom. Only now, to my great disappointment, that sensation didn't materialize. Could the thin latex skin around my penis really absorb so much sensitivity? Didn't the package explicitly say "Feeling Real"?

My glans had barely overcome the first barrier when Ariane slowly lowered herself onto me, taking me completely inside her. Somehow, I had expected to experience a sensation at least equal to what Ariane's tongue had given me just a few minutes ago. Instead, I felt so little, except for something rubbing against my cock as Ariane slowly began to ride me.

"Come on, Michael, fuck me!" she encouraged me as she increased the intensity of her thrusts. „Fuck my hard! Fuck me even as har das you can!"

Her words turned me on immensely and at least helped me maintain my erection somewhat. So I thrust my cock against her with all my strength, for which she thanked me with a moan of pleasure. I wished I'd had a similar reason to moan, but unfortunately, I felt comparatively little. The more I tried to feel something, the more I tensed up inside with disappointment that I couldn't experience this act the way I had expected.

For Ariane, it probably made no difference whether I was fucking her with or without a condom. For me, however, it was as if the condom had almost completely robbed me of my own perception, or at least that's what I imagined in my head-driven anticipation. The disappointment of this made it difficult for me to maintain my erection. If it hadn't been for Ariane's pleasurable moans and her recurring, sometimes highly obscene words, I would certainly have gone limp faster. The sight of her breasts bouncing up and down, mirroring the rhythm of her pelvic thrusts, also kept my desire simmering.

Only when she finally climaxed, bucking on top of me, screaming and convulsing, did my Penis really stiffen again, helping me achieve a hardness that I was able to maintain until she came again. However, during this orgasm she began thrusting so violently that I slipped out of her as she swung her pelvis a bit too enthusiastic. Trying to recapture my cock, she thrust again at the wrong moment and in an inappropriate angle, causing it to bend painfully.

I was so shocked by this unexpected pain that at first I thought my heartbeat would stop. If that had actually happened, it might explain why the blood supply to my reproductive organ stopped at the same time, so that suddenly I couldn't perform any more at all. It was really embarrassing but I couldn't do anything about it!

Ariane immediately realized what had happened and gave me a sympathetic look. She probably saw that I wasn't feeling particularly comfortable in my own skin anymore and asked me worriedly if my penis was still hurting, which fortunately wasn't the case.

"Would you like to carry on fucking me if I manage to get you hard again?"

"Well, to be honest, I'm not so sure about that right now, after I just twisted my penis. Besides..." I paused, unsure whether I should really tell her openly and honestly what was going through my head.

Ariane gently grabbed my chin and forced me to look her in the eyes. "Yes, Michael? What would you like to tell me?"

"Well, I don't know exactly how to say it."

"Just tell me. I promise I won't bite you!"

"Okay. When we fucked yesterday for that much too brief moment, it felt incredibly hot for me. It was as if I could feel every square millimeter of your insides with my cock."

"That sounds good!"

"Yes, exactly! And I had about the same feelings when you satisfied me with your tongue, which felt incredibly good. With just the condom, I didn't even feel half of what you made me experience yesterday."

"Oh Michael, I'm so sorry I hurt you and that it wasn't as satisfactory for you with the condom as it was for me. You really fucked me like an experienced lover and with such endurance, no man has ever fucked me before. I've never had a man last that long and letting me having multiple orgasms without him cumming before. Maybe that's why I lost control of my own horniness and wanted to fuck you so passionately!"

„Ariane, I don't blame you at all. Quite the opposite! I thought it was absolutely brilliant that you got the condoms. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to fuck you at all, and I really wouldn't have wanted to miss out on this experience!"

Ariane took me in her arms and kissed me tenderly while carefully removing the condom. "Would you like me to pleasure you with my tongue again?" she asked me. She didn't even wait for my answer, but immediately brought her head above me. She carefully took my penis in her hand and slowly massaged the shaft up and down. It didn't take long before it became stiff again and she wrapped her lips around it tenderly and sensitively. She sucked and licked my glans as if her life depended on it. This should have given me the most wonderful feelings, but some damned switch in my head must have flipped in the wrong direction. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push away my gloomy thoughts and instead let myself fully and relaxedly open up to Ariane and let her drink my sperm again. The disappointment of not having felt anything at all when my cock was deep inside her vagina completely clouded my thoughts and so I was simply unable to enjoy Ariane's tongue and allow myself to be driven to another climax.

After a good quarter of an hour, Ariane also noticed that I was no longer focused on how she tried to satisfy me, so she slowly let my semi-erect penis slide out of her mouth and lay down next to me. We lay in each other's arms for a while longer, passing the time with small talk, before Ariane finally got dressed again and said goodbye to me. "Tomorrow will be another night, and I want to be fucked as well as I was today. Next time, I want to be on my knees and be taken really hard by you! I will drive you so horny that you'll be glad to have your cock protected by a condom from exploding at once. Have nice dreams but no wet dreams about it. Better keep your hands off your hard cock, promise me?"

I nodded wordlessly, for which she thanked me with a light kiss on my forehead and, naked as she was, crept out of my room with her dress under her arm.

After I was alone in my room again, I lay awake for a long time, thinking about my experiences of that night. Why couldn't I turn off my mind and just enjoy having sex with Ariane? How did this woman manage to have one orgasm after another so effortlessly, and why was I making it so difficult for myself? As I lay there in my bed, thoughts wildly swirling through my head, I suddenly heard quiet noises coming through the wall. I tried to concentrate and thought I heard Ulrike crying. The longer I listened to the noises, the more certain I was that Ulrike wasn't crying at all, but rather moaning! I quietly got out of bed and approached the wall to listen better. Sure enough, I could clearly hear moaning coming through the wall. Standing so close to the wall, I could now also hear Ulrike's bed, creaking quietly but in a steady rhythm.

There was only one plausible explanation for the noises: Ulrike was masturbating, and for the second time in one day! This time it was definitely Ariane's loud orgasms that had turned her on! I was surprised, though, that she was masturbating now, of all times, when the show she could listen to through the wall between our rooms was long over. Surely she had to know that I could now overhear her masturbating? Was she planning on doing this, or was she even aroused by the idea? I tried to imagine Ulrike touching herself and realized that just this thought evoked a clear physical reaction in me. These quiet moans turned me on incredibly, and my desire, which had been at zero just a few minutes before, was revived within seconds.

At first I struggled with myself, then I realized that I actually had nothing to lose. So I pulled on my shorts, gathered all my courage, and tiptoed quietly to Ulrike's room. With my ear pressed against the door, I tried to hear further confirmation of my suspicion, and indeed, I now clearly heard the rhythmic creaking of Ulrike's bed and her quiet but still pleasurable moans. Without thinking any further, I knocked on Ulrike's door. Immediately, the sounds from Ulrike's room stopped. Nothing else happened, so I knocked again. Now I could hear Ulrike getting out of bed. Her footsteps approached the door. "Who's there?" I heard her ask through the door. When I whispered my name, Ulrike opened the door a crack and looked at me questioningly.

"May I come in?" I asked her.

At first she seemed hesitant, but then stepped aside and opened the door for me. She only had a small light on by her bed, but despite the dim lighting, I could see that her face was noticeably flushed.

"Could it be that we've turned you on with what we were doing next door?" I asked her directly.

This question made her blush even more, and she looked down, embarrassed. I somehow found her cute, standing there in front of me. The experience I had during the last two nights with Ariane gave me confidence, so I placed a finger under her chin and made her look into my eyes. I simply smiled at her without saying a word, and sure enough, her initially somewhat shy expression disappeared, and she smiled back at me.

She was unbelievably sweet, standing there in front of me in her thin nightgown. The smile on her face suddenly made her seem even prettier than I had always thought of her. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, so I was the first to break the silence and asked her directly if I could hug her. I thought I saw a flash in her smile, and instead of answering, she took a step closer to me and snuggled up to my chest with her cheek. I tenderly put my arms around her and pulled her close. She, in turn, put her arms around me and held me tight. Her heart was beating incredibly fast, and I thought I could feel her pulse in every part of her body that touched me.

Something began to stir in my shorts again, slowly threatening to grow larger. Ulrike must have felt something pressing harder and harder against her lower abdomen, but she made no attempt to move away from me. In fact, I had the impression that she was actually intensifying the contact. I gently ran my hand through her curly hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she turned her face toward me. We just stared at each other without speaking a word.

Ulrike's breathing noticeably quickened, and a slight tremor ran through her entire body. Was it excitement at the situation that made her tremble, or was it sexual arousal, which had at least existed until a few moments ago, before I interrupted her masturbation? Looking back, I can't say who initiated it. In any case, our lips moved toward each other, as if driven by some inner impulse. We kissed each other very gently on the mouth, and as if only this small signal had been needed, this little kiss made Ulrike lose all her inhibitions. She wrapped both arms around my neck, opened her lips, and let me feel her tongue, which at first tentatively pushed its way through my lips. This quickly developed into a very passionate kiss, in which our tongues practically melted together. What a kiss! Amazing! I can't say how many minutes this kiss lasted, but it certainly seemed like an eternity, which, as far as I was concerned, never needed to end! My erection grew stronger and stronger, and now I clearly noticed that Ulrike was pressing herself firmly against my stiff cock, trying to intensify the contact with it as much as she could. I ended the kiss, picked Ulrike up, and slowly carried her to her bed, where I carefully laid her down.

"Who was that woman in your room?" Ulrike asked, her voice hinting at a slight hint of jealousy.

It was Verena's mother. Her first name is Ariane and she had seduced me and initiated me into the secrets of love."

"You were pretty loud, especially Verena's mother!" Ulrike remarked.

"You weren't exactly quiet when you were masturbating either!" I retorted, making her turn bright red. "Do you know how sweet you are when you blush like that?" I asked her, and a magical smile spread across her face, and the blush slowly returned to her normal color.

I tenderly stroked her cheek and slowly ran my hand down her body. Very gently, I touched her breast through her airy nightgown and felt her small nipples, which immediately grew larger under my touch. Ulrike made no attempt to stop me, so I continued my journey and finally placed my hand on her stomach. Ulrike's breathing quickened, and I felt her stomach moving restlessly against my hand. She still made no attempt to stop me, so I ran my hand down her flank until I felt the soft skin of her thigh beneath my fingers.

"Would you like me to continue with my hand where I just interrupted you?"

Ulrike wanted to answer, but couldn't quite utter a sound. Instead, she expressed her consent with a slight nod, looking down shyly at herself again. Once again, I placed my index finger under her chin, making her look at me again. Immediately the sweet smile replaced the shy expression and I had to kiss her again.

This time the kiss was even more passionate, and I was sure that my hand, which I slowly ran under Ulrike's nightgown, was not entirely innocent. As I stroked up her flank, I noticed that she wasn't wearing anything else under her nightgown. I ran my hand down again, moving to the inside of her thigh and slowly feeling my way upwards. Just two days ago, my own hand would have been shaking from sheer insecurity and lack of experience. Thanks to the last two nights, however, I now had a self-assurance in my approach that gave my hand the necessary calm and security. Who would have thought that in such a short time I would mature from an insecure teenager into a self-confident young man?

As soon as I felt the first delicate pubic hairs hiding the soft skin of her mons of venus, Ulrike's thighs opened as if by themselves to reveal her vulva. However, I stopped my hand from moving, withdrew it, and slowly pushed up her nightgown. Ulrike willingly lifted her bottom to make this easier for me. As her nightgown slid up, I saw Ulrike's labia, moist and pink, glistening in the light of her bedside lamp. Her inner labia were clearly visible between the outer labia. Her arousal was obvious, for her nightgown, where it had just covered her vagina, was soaked and wet with her secretions.

I pushed her nightgown further up, over her belly button and further, until two beautiful, small breasts appeared, just large enough to fit in one hand. Her cherry-stone-sized nipples stood hard and erect in the center of her areolas and seemed to eagerly await my touch. This sight was simply too much for me, and I couldn't resist the urge to suck one of the two erect nipples between my lips while tenderly caressing the other with my fingers. How much firmer and more pleasing to the touch was this youthful breast compared to Ariane's, which were proportionally much larger but also softer! For me, there was no question that I liked Ulrike's teenage breasts much better than Ariane's mature breasts!

Ulrike moaned softly under my tender touches. As if to thank me, she placed a hand on the back of my head and stroked my hair. While I was taking care of Ulrike's breasts with my lips and one hand, I slowly felt my way down over Ulrike's stomach with the other. I hadn't yet reached the goal of my exploring hand when I already noticed the moisture and warmth emanating from there. When my fingers touched the delicate down of her vulva, a violent tremor ran through Ulrike's body. The trembling intensified as I stroked her outer labia, as if in slow motion, which felt almost as wet as Ariane's inner labia. Carefully, I switched my fingers to her inner labia, whose wetness allowed my finger to glide over them without any loss of friction. Millimeter by millimeter I approached her clitoris, which was actually much smaller than Ariane's and only peeped out a little bit from under its hood.

Ulrike let out a short cry of pleasure when I touched her most sensitive spot. Startled by her own volume, she pulled my head towards her and stifled her own moan with an ecstatic kiss. Her lips pressed against mine and her tongue plunged wildly into my mouth, but her moans didn't quiet down in the slightest.

"You know, I'm afraid my parents might hear something if they happen to come upstairs," she whispered in my ear.

I could understand her concerns, based on her volume alone, and so I suggested that we simply move next door to my room. If her parents heard any noises from that room, they certainly wouldn't associate them with her. Ulrike thought the idea was funny and agreed to my suggestion. So we tiptoed across the hallway to my room, she completely naked and me wearing only my boxer shorts. Just to be safe, I locked the door so we could be sure we wouldn't be disturbed!

I had barely stood in my room with Ulrike when Ariane's erotic scent once again hit my nose. The whole room smelled of a mixture of perfume and Ariane's vaginal secretions. The bed was still completely messed up, a testament to the lustful fight that had taken place here just moments ago. Ulrike had barely closed and locked the door behind us when she took the initiative for the first time. Still standing in front of the bed, she put her arms around me and slid her hands under the hem of my shorts. With a firm grip, she grabbed my buttocks and pulled me towards her, so that I could almost stab her with my erect penis. When she felt my erection against her stomach, she loosened her grip slightly and let her hands slowly slide forward along my hips, where they met in the middle. Gently and exploring, they cupped my erection.

"I've never touched a boy down there before," she whispered softly in my ear. "He's so big!" Her touches went right through my bones. Although she had no experience in this area, the curious, gentle touch of her hands gave me unimagined feelings of pleasure. Perhaps it was precisely her careful exploration of my manhood that enchanted me so much.

"May I see you completely naked?" she asked me, and without waiting for my answer, she knelt down and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. With my erect cock directly in front of her at eye level, she knelt at my feet.

Ariane would surely have wrapped her lips around it and given me a good blowjob, I thought at that moment. Of course, I couldn't expect this from Ulrike, given how inexperienced she was. Nor did it even occur to me to push her in that direction. With goosebumps all over my body, I watched her examine my penis in great detail with curious eyes, while she tenderly stroked her fingers up and down its shaft. Now she had also discovered my testicles, which she rolled back and forth with her other hand. How wonderfully innocent and playful this tender exploration of her hands was! I stroked her head and tried to keep a clear head, which wasn't exactly easy in this situation.

A while passed before I let her know that I wanted to see something of her too. So I gently pulled her up by the shoulders and kissed her on the mouth, while she was still holding my penis and testicles in her hands. Slowly but firmly, I pushed her toward the bed, where I noticed the wet spot Ariane's juices had left just in time. So I quickly pulled the covers over the wet spot before Ulrike sat down on the bed and let me push her into the pillows.

Kneeling between her spread thighs, her genitals were now defenselessly exposed to my gaze. How delicate and small everything here was compared to Ariane's genitals! Her labia were slightly open, revealing the reflection of her wetness in the light of the bedside lamp. While I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful vagina, I gently massaged Ulrike's stomach. With slow, circular movements, I shifted my massage further downward, which immediately caused Ulrike's pelvis to slowly rise and fall. Our eyes met, and we both tried to hold each other's gaze.

Only when I stroked the delicate bud of her clitoris with my fingertip did Ulrike's eyes close for a brief moment, only to immediately open again. Now, however, there was a completely different expression in her eyes, an expression that spoke of the desire and physical pleasure my touch was clearly causing her. I carefully inserted my finger a little inside her, always careful not to hurt her, since she was still a virgin. Very carefully, I took her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and gently rotated it back and forth. Her shallow breathing and moans told me that I was doing the right thing and that I could surely give her a liberating orgasm this way.

We continued to gaze into each other's eyes, which gave me a feeling of boundless intimacy. Suddenly, Ulrike accelerated the movements of her pelvis and pushed against my index finger with such force that, had I not reacted quickly enough, I would have certainly pierced her hymen with my finger. I had barely regained control of my finger and myself when Ulrike was shaken by a violent orgasm that seemed to have engulfed her entire body. In several waves following one another in quick succession, Ulrike let out short, shrill screams. Apparently startled by her own volume, she bit her forearm.

I was moved by Ulrike's reaction to my touch and simply couldn't help but kiss her again. My finger was still at the entrance to her vagina and she was still moving her pelvis towards me, although not quite as impetuously. Her orgasm had long since subsided and she seemed to have regained some composure. When our lips separated for a brief moment, however, she immediately began to moan again, signaling to me that she hadn't had enough of my touch yet. My problem was much more that my fingers were slowly cramping, as it was difficult for me to constantly avoid penetrating her wet vagina too deeply. I had to find a different approach, because my fingers, which had already accomplished quite a bit this night, wouldn't be able to keep up with this caress for much longer. Switching hands was out of the question for me, because then we would have had to awkwardly switch sides or I would have to fall out of the narrow bed. On the other hand, forcing Ulrike out of this position, in which she presented herself to me with her legs lustfully spread and her bottom wiggling, would have somehow desecrated this moment in my eyes.

To give Ulrike the pleasure she so longed for, I decided to do what I had previously shied away from with Ariane. I slowly worked my tongue down her neck until I reached first breast and then the other. I pulled the hard nipples between my lips one by one and gently treated them with my teeth. Ulrike seemed to like this because she grabbed my head and pressed me harder against her breast, so that I intensified the play of my tongue around her nipple. Nevertheless, I soon let go of her breast and continued my journey with my tongue to her belly button, penetrating it with the tip of my tongue. From here it wasn't far to the end of my journey.

Ulrike's aphrodisiac scent wafted towards me as I slowly seperated her tights on my way to approach her promised land. I greedily inhaled it with my nose. The scent was completely different from Ariane's. Somehow hotter, or so I told myself. Definitely many times more beguiling! When my tongue finally got within a few millimeters of her vulva, I paused for a moment to take in this sensual sight, these invitingly open labia, up close. Not even three days ago, I had only ever seen this sight in cheap pornographic magazines that we secretly slipped under our desks at school. But the original was in no way comparable to the print edition! A miracle of nature that captivated me as it presented itself right under my nose, eagerly anticipating my touch, which Ulrike longed for! Curiously, I placed my fingers on the delicate skin of her labia and gently pulled them apart. Curiously, I placed my fingers on the delicate skin of her labia and gently pulled them apart, giving me a glimpse into her mysterious depths.

In fact, I discovered a kind of thin membrane extending circularly around the wall of her vaginal cavity. It was actually just a thin strip, not a closed membrane like I always imagined a hymen to be. The opening left in the middle was just large enough to push a little finger through, which, of course, I didn't. In any case, Ulrike was obviously still untouched!

I withdrew my fingers and gently touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I liked the taste and immediately aroused a desire for more. Ulrike responded promptly to my tongue and opened her thighs to make it easier for me to proceed. I slowly slid my tongue around the outer edge of her labia, down one side and back up the other. I repeated this several times in succession, greedily taking in her nectar with my tongue. I deliberately left out the clitoris but then continued my tongue's journey, this time along her inner labia. I repeated this over and over again, which Ulrike responded to with a gasping moan. While my tongue tirelessly circled Ulrike's labia, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled them apart, which also seemed to open her labia a little wider.

I carefully penetrated her a little with my index finger and felt my way back to the underside of her clitoris. Now I let go of her labia with my tongue to support my index finger. I had actually wanted to lick her tenderly and carefully with my tongue until she climaxed, but Ulrike's reaction to my touch was completely unexpected. With all her strength, she suddenly pushed herself against me, so that her pubic bone pressed almost painfully against my chin. At the same time, her initial moans turned into loud whimpers, supported by increasingly uncontrolled movements of her pelvis, with which she landed one punch after another against my chin. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I would never have believed it possible that a woman -- technically still a girl -- could derive pleasurable feelings from such brutal and rough lovemaking. Here, however, I was taught a lesson, and so I willingly gave in to Ulrike's desire, pressing my chin firmly against her pubic bone while circling my tongue more and more wildly around her clitoris. Sometimes sucking, sometimes licking, I penetrated her again and again with my tongue until Ulrike suddenly released herself again in an orgasm that, this time, seemed to never end. Screaming loudly, whimpering, begging, and moaning, she pushed herself against me as she was overwhelmed by one wave of pleasure after another. Only after what seemed like an eternity did Ulrike's breathing calm down somewhat and her pelvic movements slowed, but never completely stopped.

Ulrike's orgasm had long since subsided, yet I continued teasing and licking her clitoris and labia, causing several small aftershocks in Ulrike. I felt like I was in a frenzy, captivated by her aromatic taste and the effect my tongue had on her. Only after a very long time did she ask me to stop and change positions with her, but I persisted and continued licking her relentlessly until she suddenly, exerting all her strength, peeled herself out from under me and positioned herself above me.

Her maneuver came as such a surprise to me that I had no chance to fend off her attack. Nevertheless, I managed to capture her clitoris with my lips again, only now I was lying beneath Ulrike. Suddenly, I felt my glans grow warm. An unexpected, indescribably beautiful, and intense feeling, which at first I couldn't quite place. I released Ulrike's clitoris and looked down curiously. What I saw took my breath away. Ulrike had closed her lips around my glans and taken me deep into her mouth. I felt her tongue snaking around my glans while she simultaneously began to suck hard on my cock. Now one of her hands joined in, tightly grasping it and massaging it up and down with vigorous pumping movements. And this girl claims to have never had a penis in her hand or mouth in her life? Unbelievable!

I had to let go of her clitoris to fully surrender to my own pleasures. Doing both at once was too much for me at that moment, and I didn't even feel guilty about it, since Ulrike had already gotten her money's worth! It was just a shame that in this position, the underside of my glans, with its sensitive frenulum, was out of reach of her tongue. Nevertheless, what she was doing to my penis felt indescribably hot and intense. Even Ariane, with all her experience, couldn't compete with the feelings Ulrike, in her virginal innocence, was giving me at that moment!

As expected, it didn't take long before my approaching orgasm began to announce itself. Ulrike reacted completely differently to my announcement that I was about to come than I expected. Instead of moving away from me, she closed her lips even tighter around me and intensified the pumping of her hand around my shaft, so that I surrendered to her and let my head sink back into the pillow with a groan. I had to restrain myself from shoving my erect cock down her throat with all my might as my full load of cum spasmed into her mouth. To my great surprise, this apparently wasn't a reason for her to stop sucking. Quite the opposite, because she didn't stop until she had sucked and swallowed every last drop out of me, and my only semi-erect penis slipped from her lips.

Panting and breathing heavily, we lay in each other's arms afterward. Ulrike gave me a passionate French kiss, and that night I was able to taste my own semen again, but this time from the sweet lips of a hot teenager, which I found not less erotic than Ariane's breasts.

Looking back, I can't say how long we lay in each other's arms and kissed in my bed. It must have been half an eternity. During the breaks, when we weren't kissing for once, we talked about everything under the sun and, of course, about our experiences with the opposite sex, which for both of us were close to zero. Ulrike's only experience was that she had once "fooled around" with a school mate long ago. This ended, however, before it really began, because the very first time she put her hand over the bulge in his pants, he ejaculated, soaking the fabric of his jeans, so that he was suddenly in a hurry to get home. After all, Ulrike had secretly watched porn videos several times, which she found hidden in her parents' bedroom. Now I also realized where she got her experience with giving blowjobs, because it looked very skillful the way she had brought me to orgasm with her lips and tongue. In any case, I told her that erotic novels turned me on more than porn videos and showed her the book "Emanuelle - Or the Children of Lust" from the trilogy by Emanuelle Arsan.

"Would you like to read me something from the book?" Ulrike asked me.

Of course I agreed and looked for a passage I found particularly erotic. It was the one where the siblings Orange and David meet with another man for a ménage à trois. We made ourselves comfortable, and I began reading to Ulrike. Ulrike had snuggled up to me and was listening intently. After reading from the very explicit text for a while, I noticed that Ulrike was starting to breathe heavily. I lifted the book slightly and saw that her hand had dipped between her slightly spread legs, where she was clearly continuing what I had finished with my tongue. This sight had an effect on me as well, as my penis slowly began to revive and erect to its full size.

Ulrike also seemed to have noticed the change between my legs, because she pulled her other arm out from behind my back and cupped my penis with her hand, while she continued to stroke herself with her other hand. I wanted to put the book down, but Ulrike begged me not to stop reading under any circumstances. So I carried on reading to her, while Ulrike stimulated her clitoris with one hand, moaning softly, and with the other hand, synchronized her caresses with me. Although I could hardly concentrate on the text anymore, I at least read the passage to the end, until Orange in the book experienced a violent orgasm as she was taken vaginally and anally at the same time. The words in which the author described this orgasm could not leave anyone unmoved, because Emmanuelle Arsan knows like no other author how to illuminate female pleasure in all its facets and draw her readers directly into the action.

At the exact moment Orange came in the book, Ulrike came too! Her orgasm was rather discreet and quiet, but was accompanied by panting and whimpering that got under my skin, as I imagined Orange being impaled by two cocks at once. A truly hot image, one that would have almost brought me to orgasm with Ulrike's hand on my erection, had my gaze not accidentally fallen on the small red package Ariane had left on my nightstand. "The condoms!" flashed through my mind, and a completely new perspective suddenly opened up for me!

Meanwhile, Ulrike's movements between her legs became more vigorous, and a slowly rising moan indicated that she was obviously on the rise to another climax. I released myself from her grip and knelt between her spread thighs, where I had a clear view of Ulrike masturbating. Fascinated, I watched her rub her clitoris back and forth between her thumb and forefinger while her pelvis rose towards her hand in slow, circular movements. I definitely didn't want to interrupt her; it was simply too moving to witness this pleasurable self-gratification. However, I didn't want to remain completely inactive, so I alternately stroked her stomach, her breasts, and the insides of her thighs with my hands while I continued to watch her.

Her orgasm seemed quite obvious and imminent, so I gently placed my index finger on the underside of her clitoris to support her stimulation, but more importantly, to participate in it myself. Within a few moments, she came unexpectedly violently, completely forgetting to suppress her moans, so much so that her volume made me genuinely afraid that we might attract the unwanted attention of other guests. Ulrike's volume was in no way inferior to Ariane's screamed pleasure, although her tone of voice betrayed her youth, while Ariane's timbre was noticeably deeper and more throaty. While I didn't care about Ariane, Ulrike's concern about possible overhearing in the house won out. So, to dampen her moans a little, I kissed her on the mouth and didn't let go of her until her orgasm had completely subsided and she had calmed down again.

Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, but with an expression that betrayed deep satisfaction, Ulrike lay back on the pillows. Somehow, she suddenly radiated a maturity and happiness I hadn't noticed before, and this feeling rubbed off on me in equal measure. I had finally found a girl who was at least roughly my age, with whom I could discover and do everything I had longed for for so long.

"Ariane left us something," I told her, showing her the red package.

"What is this?" she asked curiously, taking the red package from my hand. She opened it with her fingers and fished out one of the small cellophane packages, of which there were about a dozen inside. Ulrike looked at me questioningly, knowing just as little what she was holding in her hand as I had before, after Ariane had handed me the envelope containing the condom.

"It's a condom", I explained, "as if Ariane had wanted you to lose your virginity tonight. Would you like that?"

Ulrike didn't answer me, and it seemed as if she wanted to say something to me, but couldn't quite bring herself to say the right words. Instead, she looked at me and, with a vigorous nod of her head, indicated that she, too, absolutely wanted to take this final step of the night with me.

With trembling hands, I reached for the condom. Luckily, Ariane had shown me how to put it on. This saved me the embarrassment if it had gone wrong. Curiously, Ulrike watched me as I grabbed the condom by the sperm reservoir and slowly rolled the tight latex ring over my erection. When I was finished, she looked deep into my eyes, straight into my heart, and spread her thighs invitingly. Her gaze betrayed no fear of any possible pain I might cause her, but only lust and desire to feel my cock deep inside her. Ulrike needed only a single word to dispel my last doubts. "Come!" she whispered softly, placed a hand on my shoulder, and pulled me down to her.

Trembling all over with feverish anticipation, Ulrike watched as my erect cock, wrapped in its protective latex, slowly approached her virginal vagina. I carefully bent down and guided it near her vaginal entrance, whose open lips were moist and all too ready to receive it. However, I was a bit clumsy in my attempt to gently penetrate Ulrike. I repeatedly missed my target and slipped up and down on her wetness, so I finally had to ask Ulrike to guide me.

Ulrike grasped my cock by the glans, and I could clearly feel her hand trembling with anticipation. Nevertheless, she managed to guide me to the entrance between her open labia. The first thing that surprised me was the sensitive sensation of my glans as I gently touched the soft gateway to Ulrike's paradise. "So it's feeling real after all!" flashed through my mind at that moment. Why didn't I have this intense feeling when Ariane wrapped her genitals around me? Was it all just a matter of my mind?

After Ulrike had positioned me correctly, she spread her legs even wider and lifted her pelvis slightly toward me. Her labia wrapped around my glans without any resistance. I slid in just a little, but immediately withdrew to penetrate a little deeper on the next attempt. I could actually feel a slight resistance, but wasn't quite sure i fit was her hymen yet, so I pulled back again to penetrate her again, this time a little more firmly.

For a split second, Ulrike's face flashed with a slight reaction of pain as I sensed more clearly that something was preventing me from penetrating further. Meanwhile, Ulrike stared at me intently, signaling to me without a word that she didn't regret the decision she had made. There was no fear in her gaze, only desire and lust. Seeing Ulrike like that gave me courage, and so this time I pressed my cock deeper, cautiously but still more forcefully. I was determined not to retreat this time under any circumstances.

As I thought I felt a slight resistance at my glans, I pushed forward with a slight jerk. I clearly felt a narrowing tissue forming around my glans and then suddenly widening, as if it had disappeared. Nothing prevented me from penetrating deeper now! I actually managed to push my penis unhindered all the way into Ulrike's vagina. Ulrike had tears in her eyes, but still looked at me, beaming with happiness after she had completely taken me inside her. Somehow, I, too, was moved by this moment, and I slowly realized that not only had I just made this sweet girl a woman, but that this was also the first "real" time I was making love with a woman and experiencing this feeling with full passion. With Ariane, it had been different and somehow imperfect before, perhaps because everything was still too new for me?

I had often read descriptions in a youth magazine called „BRAVO" of individual girls who found their first time simply awful. For this reason, I wished nothing more than for Ulrike to have a wonderful first time. I tenderly stroked her face, and she kissed my fingers as they brushed her lips. We looked into each other's eyes and both felt that this was an indescribable moment that would be forever etched in our memories.

Without having discussed it with each other, we both began to slowly move our pelvises simultaneously. I felt my cock slide through her vagina, and it felt completely different, much tighter and firmer than in Ariane's mature genitals. It was as if there was no condom at all separating us! With almost heightened awareness, I felt her vaginal walls tightly enclosing the most sensitive part of my body, seemingly seeking close contact with me as I slid in and out of Ulrike's moist canal. The tightness of Ulrike's vagina gave me just enough room to penetrate her deeply with the thrusts of my pelvis, while Ulrike pressed herself against me, longing.

We quickly found our rhythm, and as her wetness flowed freely, I heard my balls slap against her wet bottom every time I penetrated her to the base. It seemed as if Ulrike had overcome her initial pain, because she now began to moan softly but with pleasure. We looked into each other's eyes as we made love, unable to take our eyes off each other. Secretly, I was glad that I had already orgasmed several times today, because otherwise, it would have happened very quickly for me. As it was, however, I instinctively felt that I would be able to control and continue this lovemaking for quite some time. I was in no hurry at all and was driven by the ambition to experience Ulrike's orgasm while I drove my cock into her. If Ulrike were to write to BRAVO magazine one day with a letter to the editor, she should be able to write that her first time was overwhelming!

Ulrike was the first to break from the rhythm. She noticeably increased the speed and force of her lower body thrusts, as if she wanted me to penetrate her even deeper and harder. Each of her thrusts was accompanied by a voiced exhalation, which gradually grew into a loud moan. She had closed her eyes and put a hand in her mouth to suppress her moans, which had become quite loud. I would have loved to kiss her, but I had supported myself on my outstretched arms, both to be able to penetrate her even deeper and to see more of her beautiful body as I fucked her with passion. Her small, firm breasts rolled upwards like a wave every time I thrust my stiff cock into her. Her nipples were erect and hard, and I would have loved to suck them between my lips. Meanwhile, Ulrike's thrusts became irregular, sometimes fast and jerking, then violently thrusting but slower. We lost our rhythm a few times and one after another I slipped out of her, so I had to guide my cock back to its destination.

As I slipped out of her again, I realized that it might be better to switch positions with Ulrike. Perhaps it would actually be best if we made love in the same position in which Ariane had made me a man just a few hours earlier? So I grabbed Ulrike by the shoulders and tried to roll over with her, so I could lie on my back. This attempt failed miserably, however, because the bed was simply too narrow for that, and we almost fell out. It was all to no avail; I had to withdraw from Ulrike's vagina to allow a change of position.

I slowly withdrew my penis and leaned on all fours over the heavily panting Ulrike. Her upper body glistened with our shared sweat, her breasts rose and fell in time with her breathing, and her face testified to the animalistic pleasure our union had obviously given her. She looked at me questioningly, as if searching for an explanation as to why I had interrupted this act of love. Only slowly did she regain consciousness, and when she finally understood that I wanted to change positions with her, she peeled herself out from under me to make way for me.

My cock was rock hard and standing vertically like a flagpole when Ulrike positioned herself above me. Kneeling above me, she only had to crawl backward a little until I touched her wet vulva with the tip of my glans. As if by magic, her labia wrapped around me and held me tight. Ulrike slowly lowered herself onto me until she had completely taken me inside her. The feeling of penetratin her so deeply was a hundred times more intense than my recent experience with Ariane. Lying underneath, I was able to concentrate much more intensely on my own sensations, feeling the walls of her tight vagina and her moist warmth holding my cock securely within her.

Ulrike's arousal was still evident in her rapid breathing. Initially against her will, she took over the leadership role she had just taken on and initially sat quietly on top of me. Only after what felt like an eternity did she slowly begin to move on top of me. Like a horse trotting, where you're repeatedly pressed into the saddle, she lowered her pelvis onto me, making a loud slapping sound each time our loins collided. Breathless and in a state of intense excitement, I looked down between us and saw my cock sliding in and out, saw the unmistakable film of virgin blood staining the condom, saw the moist sheen that it, mixed with her natural lubricant, cast in the glow of the bedside lamp, saw the union of her soft blonde fur with the dark curls of my own pubic hair in the moment of the most intimate union, and I felt I was simply in heaven!

Again and again, Ulrike engulfed my hard cock with her vagina, letting it penetrate her most sacred space with heart-rending moans and tap against her cervix. After just a short time, she had wonderfully mastered the art of taking the lead. She took me inside her, first with slow, but then increasingly rapid pelvic thrusts. The new position allowed me to penetrate her much deeper, while I now also had both hands free to grasp her small, firm breasts and caress her erect nipples with my fingers.

We hadn't been in this position for long when, without any discernible warning, Ulrike reached her so-desired peak and was overcome by orgasm. The pulsing of her vaginal walls around my cock was accompanied by her loud whimpers and moans, which almost drove me crazy. Now I couldn't hold back any longer. I rammed my cock wildly into her bloody, wet, hot vagina until I felt my dams breaking, too. With an overwhelming sensation in my pelvis, my sperm began its journey to conceive a child. Only the wafer-thin latex membrane separating me from Ulrike prevented a fatherhood I didn't want so early!

To my utter astonishment, my own climax only led to a partial flaccidity of my penis. Since Ulrike was still riding me, moaning, and made absolutely no attempt to end this wonderful act of love at this point, I dutifully endured her lustful pelvic thrusts. Only after Ulrike came again, whimpering as she lowered herself onto me, did my penis slowly lose its rigidity before finally slipping out of her, limp. I quickly removed the blood-stained condom and discreetly hid it under the bed. In fact, the reservoir wasn't particularly full, as I had already ejaculated several times that night. But the amount didn't matter, because this was—to this day—one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced!

Long after this life-changing experience for both of us, we lay in each other's arms, kissing repeatedly for minutes on end, and simply couldn't tear ourselves away from each other. It wasn't until several hours after midnight that I accompanied Ulrike back to her room, where we kissed for what felt like an eternity before we wished each other good night and said goodbye.

When I woke up the next morning, I found a letter from Ariane, which she had slipped under the door into my room. She let me know that she had left early that morning with her daughter, as they still had a very long journey home to Berlin. She wrote to me that the last two nights had been a very special experience for her and that she would never forget it. Never before had a man given her such numerous and intense climaxes. She congratulated me on my youth and the opportunity it afforded me to have many more similar experiences, and expressed her joy that she had been the one who had been able to make me a man. Through me, she had once again felt attractive, desirable, and transported back to her own youth, for which she was infinitely grateful. Finally, she wished me all the best for the rest of my life and that I would meet as many women as possible whose hearts I could touch.

Ariane's words touched me deeply, and I still regret that her letter to me somehow got lost. Perhaps I was worried it might accidentally fall into my parents' hands. After all, its contents were quite racy and not something I would have wanted to discuss with them.

Still thinking about Ariane's words, I went downstairs to the dining room where I met Ulrike, who was having breakfast with her parents. The short night wasn't noticeable; she seemed fresh and cheerful, and suddenly she was no longer the nagging bitch I'd seen her in her the day before. Overnight, she had matured into a cheerful and self-confident young woman, the real reason for which, of course, only we two knew. Luckily for us, her parents had planned a longer outing for that day. Ulrike was actually able to convince them to let her stay on the farm with the horses. If only they had known that Ulrike had a completely different kind of riding lesson in mind!

We still had three wonderful days and nights left, three days and nights in which all the remaining condoms were put to their intended use. On a walk around the Kellersee lake, we found a paradise cut off from the outside world, a small clearing in the reed belt where we could make love unobserved during the day, before we cuddled up in each other's arms again at night in my room. When Ulrike had to leave with her parents on the fourth day, returning home, we both had tears in our eyes.

I still carry Ulrike and Ariane in my heart today!

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