With about a year still to go on my tour in Germany, a new couple moved into the apartment on the half level below ours, right where the elevator topped out. Because of the design of the building, there was one apartment on the level by the elevators and two apartments on the next landing up, half a floor difference. At the top where Mandi and I lived, though, there was no apartment across from us, but only an equipment service room and the top of elevator access. Because of the offsets of the next stairwell over, we also didn't have an apartment on that side of us either. We were all alone at the top.
The couple was Karl and Chantal, about 5 years younger than Mandi and I and they had three boys, one being an "almost 2" little boy named Chad. Karl worked in one of the staff sections in my battalion, so we would occasionally car pool.
Karl was a slightly built guy of about 5'7" and weighed about 135. He had straw colored blond hair that fell straight off his head. The kids all had that same hair. Chantal was absolutely gorgeous, easily as pretty as Kelli, petite, maybe 5'1", about 110 lbs with reddish-auburn hair, flawless skin and pouty lips that looked like they should be wrapped around a cock. She had a luscious butt and nice, pert breasts, about a B-cup. I revised this estimate after I saw her in a halter top when we headed out for a walk in the fields one spring day. She was a good C-cup! And she was also a sexy bomb.
They would join us often in the evenings, drink a beer and watch TV or listen to some music. The kids liked coming to our apartment because we always had good things to eat and drink than Mom wouldn't let them have at home. Chad was my lifelong buddy. He would crawl up into my lap and hang out with me.
They got a terrible scare one time when Chad, who was just tall enough to reach the door handle on the front door, learned to open the door. He left their apartment and wandered up the stairs, opened the door to our apartment (we never locked it when we were home), came into our apartment and went into the bedroom and crawled up on the bed. He dozed off.
Chantal showed up in a screaming lather, asking if we had seen Chad. We hadn't, totally oblivious to the fact that he had let himself in and was asleep on our bed. We didn't have any lights on in the bedroom and had no idea he was there. We went outside with her and Karl, and searched the parking garage, all the stairwells in all the buildings, anywhere we thought he might have gone my himself.
Chantal and Karl were both about to panic, and after exhausting all the possibilities, decided to return to my apartment to call the Polizei. We dashed into the house, and ran to the bedroom to call. When I flipped on a dresser lamp, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was Chad fast asleep.
I walked back into the living room very quietly and Karl and Chantal jumped up. Before they could say anything I put a finger to my lips, told them to be quiet, and motioned them to follow me. We tiptoed into the bedroom and they saw Chad lying there asleep. I turned and shrugged, and they were stunned.
We left him asleep and went back to the living room. Mandi and I were as dumfounded as Karl and Chantal. They finally went over to their apartment and brought the other two boys to our apartment and we asked them if Chad knew how to open a door. They both said "Sure" and told us they had helped teach him how to open a door so they didn't have to help him go the bathroom. We finally figured that Chad had left their apartment and come to ours by himself. This was a new revelation for Chantal to look into.
After this incident, though, we grew closer to them. We would often take walks out into the fields and down to the feuerplatz that I often enjoyed (and noted in other stories). I would put some large towels in my rucksack for padding and seating for Chad, and put him in the ruck to carry. He often went to sleep as we hiked around. I would fill the pockets with beers and make a nice outing of it all.
One evening after dinner, Karl and Chantal came over and they had been arguing. They got into a pissing contest in the living room and Chantal stormed back to their house. I was tired and decided to go to bed early and let them have at their spat. Mandi went to talk to Chantal while Karl watched TV at our place.
I'm not sure what else went on until Mandi woke me about 1130, handed me my lightweight robe and asked me to come in the living room. Mandi was a bit drunk, and when I came in, Karl and Chantal were there, and they were wearing robes too. I looked around wondering what Mandi had up her sleeve.
I sat down and Mandi came over to me and asked if I thought Chantal was sexy. That is the kind of question that has "DON'T ANSWER THAT" scream through my brain.
"Sure, I guess," I said uneasily.
Mandi chuckled and said, "Just be honest. It's okay."
I was having a tough time getting a read on her mood, but I replied, "Okay, sure."
They all chuckled and looked at me with big smiles.
"So what's up?" I asked.
Mandi said, "Well, all the hassle is over, and we have been talking about something, and here is what is up."
Mandi took my hand and led me to Chantal, and as I got close, Chantal reached up with her hand. Mandi placed my hand in Chantal's hand.
After leaving me standing holding Chantal's hand, she took Karl's hand and announced, "We are all going to have some fun tonight, and you are going to be with Chantal and I am going to be with Karl."
I was wide awake now! What an interesting development. Even stranger, Mandi took Karl's hand and headed for our bedroom, and Chantal led me behind them and we all piled into our bedroom. Mandi turned to Karl and slipped his robe off him and turned her back to Karl, who helped take her robe off. Chantal eased over in front of me, loosened my belt, pushed my robe open and stroked my stomach.
Karl and Mandi had locked limbs and were beginning to kiss. Chantal slipped my robe off my shoulders and then quickly slipped hers off. It was a shorty, silky things that was gone in less than a second. We had the roll down shade and curtains open, so even without lights on in the bedroom, the lights from the city below allowed us to see quite well.
Chantal was truly a killer sexy babe. Her breasts looked flawless after three kids. I couldn't see any stretch marks. Her legs were perfectly proportioned and her ass jutted out like it was waiting to be grabbed. I had seen her wearing skin tight athletic clothing, but nothing could compare to totally naked. Her pubes were a small, narrow landing strip of hair just long enough to be soft.
Mandi and Karl were still locked into kissing, so I made up some time by gently pulling Chantal to me and crushing her breasts into my chest. She quickly sought and found my lips, and we started a gentle but insistent kiss. Chantal was quick to begin probing at me with her tongue.
This turn of events had stunned me at first, but I figured if Mandi was going to be in the bed beside me I would see if I couldn't enjoy this wonderfully sexy babe for all it was worth. As I started to harden, Chantal shifted around a bit so I could keep my cock between us. After a couple of more minutes of kissing, I glanced over and saw Karl with a hand in Mandi's pussy and she was holding his wrist in encouragement.
Still kissing, I copied them and eased a finger down to Chantal's delicate feeling pussy, and she responded by opening her legs, giving me better access. She was getting wet quickly, and I gently stroked through her lips to get the wetness flowing some more, and finally gave her clit a gentle but insistent brush-by with my finger. Chantal moaned into my mouth and moved her legs wider apart.
I was half hard by now and suddenly Chantal broke off kissing and reached down to grasp my cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze and then grabbed my head and whispered in my ear.
"Mandi said you have a nice cock. She wasn't joking."
I went back to kissing her and rubbing her clit some more, as she began to stroke my cock to full erection, getting more urgent. I really wanted to start by eating her pussy and wondered how I could go about that considering I would have to compete for bed space. Mandi solved that problem by pushing Karl up against the window and squatted to begin sucking his cock. I could see the back of her head and while she wasn't exactly an expert, she could hold her own in the blowjob department.
I gently gripped Chantal's ass and sat her on the bed, and carefully pushed her backward. I went straight for her clit, and without hesitation she grabbed the back of my head. I pushed her legs toward her breasts and went after her clit like a connoisseur. She didn't have a quick trigger but it didn't take her very long to hit her first orgasm. She bowed up and moaned and suddenly gasped and fell back on the bed.
Mandi rose and turned around, leaned over to Chantal and said, "No fair. You got there first!"
They laughed, and Karl decided he liked what he saw and pushed Mandi back onto the bed. As he began to eat her, I went back to Chantal to see if she was ripe for a second bite of the orgasm apple. She was!
Mandi was lying alongside side her in the opposite direction, so as I worked Chantal's clit I eased a hand over and massaged one of Mandi's boobs and tweaked a nipple. She responded by pressing my hand down to her breast. I slid the other hand up and did the same for Chantal and she responded about the same.
I steady munched on Chantal until she began to writhe about in the beginnings of another orgasm and quickly rocked through several small spasms and then a couple of better ones. She pushed my head away and finally slowed down her breathing. I watched Mandi finally get a good orgasm herself, although it didn't appear to have been very strong. She did finally get extra sensitive and pushed Karl away.
Mandi pushed Karl back down on the bed and climbed aboard him, casually sinking down on his cock. Karl was about a 6.5" and slender, and Mandi engulfed his cock with one smooth motion. Chantal followed suit, quickly standing up and rolling me onto the bed. I was only half hard so she leaned over me and began to suck and stroke my cock. She swallowed as much as she could until she almost gagged, and Mandi looked over and chuckled.
"Careful," she told Chantal, "you can hurt your throat really quick."
Chantal muttered something with a mouth full of cock, and didn't stop. When she was satisfied I was fully hard, she climbed aboard, sinking down slowly until she finally sighed when I hit bottom. For a woman who had three kids, she was pleasantly tight. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest, and began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, riding me slow and easy.
I was really enjoying the view. Mandi has great tits, and they were bouncing easily as she rode Karl, and I had a close-up view of Chantal's breast following almost the same motion. About the time I began to feel a surge in my balls of an orgasm approaching, Chantal began a soft whooping noise that seemed out of place and it killed my mood, although I stayed hard. Mandi looked over at her quizzically.
Apparently the noise preceded an orgasm, because after riding a little faster she final quit whooping and shrieked and choked off a scream, and really rolled her crotch around in a circular motion until she finally fell onto my chest panting.
Mandi watched with amusement, and finally came to stop from riding Karl. Chantal slowly rose up with my cock still firmly enclosed inside her. She shook her hair back and asked Mandi where the cigarettes were. Mandi hopped off Karl and grabbed a pack and her lighter, climbing back aboard Karl and slipped his cock back inside her.
They both lit cigarettes and carried on a casual conversation. As they talked, I casually moved a thumb down to Chantal's slit and carefully searched for her clit. She helped out by raising up a bit to let me find it. I began a gentle stroking on it as she smoked. She smiled at me and leaned back some more so I could keep it up.
Chantal finally raised up a bit and moved my hand away for a second so she could get rid of her cigarette butt, and then moved my hand back. During all this, I was stunned to see Mandi and Chantal sitting there side by side with each other's husband's cocks inside, chatting like they would at the dining room table. Karl just lay there casually as if this was just another day at the office.
Finally we got back to business when Chantal leaned forward and stretched out prone on top me and wrapped her legs around mine. She began a slow grind into my crotch. Mandi and Karl switched to missionary and he started a steady bounce into Mandi's pussy. As Chantal heated up I played with her fine ass and finally sneaked a finger back to stroke her butthole. I barely touched her before she was moving my hand away. Oh well!
Chantal shook and shuddered through a small but effective orgasm, and I turned her around to hit it doggy style. I slid straight to the bottom and she groaned deeply. Mandi stifled a chuckle. As I began to long stroke her, though, she started a noisy squeal that was distracting as hell so after a while, when I had lost all effort to cum, gave up and casually eased out of her. The only consolation was getting to see her cute little anus, partially open about a pinky's width, winking at me. I resolved to find out what she was so touchy about when it came to the backside.
After a round of beer, we called it a night and said our good-byes. Mandi and I swapped notes. She had gotten one orgasm from Karl eating her but never could get going enough to get close to another.
"You didn't cum at all," Mandi stated.
"No. I was okay until Chantal started that infernal squealing," I agreed.
"Oh well. Still, you looked like you had fun. I loved the look on your face when you finally figured out what was happening!"
I took the teasing good-naturedly but punched her shoulder lightly for fun, "Yeah, well I was surprised all right, but let's worry about that some other time. I'm beat." Mandi agreed and we crawled under the sheets and fell out quickly.
We got together again over at Karl and Chantal's apartment later in the week when Mandi didn't have to work. We got naked and watched some music videos on tape that a friend had sent to us. It was wonderful to see commercials, considering we were stuck with AFN or German TV. Mandi was just starting her period and had to stay plugged up with a tampon. But I gave them all full body massages, and when I was finally exhausted, all 3 of them combined to work me over. That was wonderful.
Chantal really got horny, and when she and Mandi went off to get refills of beer, they schemed about Chantal having some fun. In a few minutes, Karl and I took turns eating her pussy. After a couple of easy orgasms, she had Karl lay in the floor and gave him head while I banged her from behind as Mandi sipped a beer and watched. It was Chantal's first true duo and she was quaintly excited about it. I finally got my own orgasm since she had her mouth stuffed with Karl's cock and didn't set up the squealing so bad.
Karl was out with his section on an exercise one week shortly after this, and I had a short training cycle and was able to come home in the early afternoon, about the time Mandi left for work. As I stepped out of the elevator, Chad was holding the door to their apartment wide open. He pointed inside when I asked where his Mom was. I asked where he was going, and he pointed at my door. I chuckled and told him to wait until I got home. About that time, Chantal popped out of the toilet, saw Chad and I and laughed.
"Where's he going now?" she asked with a knowing smile.
"He was coming to visit me," I replied and then asked, "What are you up to?"
Chantal had just finished some laundry and the other two kids weren't due back from pre-school for another hour and a half, and she told me she planned on getting some sun. I invited her up to my place, where there was plenty of cold beer and nice balcony furniture. She looked a little skeptical, but told me she would be over in a few minutes.
I went into my apartment, ripped my uniform off and put on some loose physical training shorts. After grabbing a beer and making sure the lock was unlatched, I headed out on the balcony. The sun was just right. I swallowed a long drink of beer and relaxed for a few minutes, letting the sun warm me from head to toe.
Chantal and Chad popped out from the apartment almost without a sound. She was wearing her little shorty robe, and carried some toys for Chad. He seemed to be a happy camper and began playing in the living room. I turned on a German FM radio station that played Top 40 tunes and cracked open a beer for Chantal.
As I went over to my chair to sit down, Chantal arranged a towel on her chair, pulled some lotion out of her bag and offered it to me. Once I had the bottle, she dropped her robe off, and was instantly naked. I rubbed some lotion on her back and shoulders, then her ass, and finally down to her legs. She purred like a kitten and settled in on her stomach.
We chatted for a while, making small talk like a couple of neighbors would. I decided to broach the subject of her adversity to my playing with her ass. When I actually asked her about it, she looked at me casually. After a couple of more drinks of beer she finally broke the silence.
"Karl and I used to indulge that as a little kick sometimes, but it always felt odd to me, and Karl would usually cum so fast I didn't have time to figure it out. Then about 2 years ago when we met a couple that we were having fun with like you and Mandi, the guy turned out to be a jerk, and thought he could just come around and fuck me whenever he wanted. He didn't want to hear no for an answer."
I found the narrative interesting and let her continue.
"One night when we were playing around but were in different rooms, I was laying on my stomach while he fucked me from behind. He said I felt a lot tighter in that position. I didn't really care for it but I figured he wouldn't last long. He never did. But with just a little change in his movement, he jammed his cock into my little butthole. Before I could scream or yell, he covered my mouth and then just ferociously ripped into my poor ass. I couldn't move and he didn't stop until he finally came in my butt."
I winced and said, "Damn, I know that must have hurt like hell!"
She looked up at me with a sarcastic expression and said, "No shit!"
"Hey," I cried, "I'm one of the nice guys here!"
Chantal grabbed a long drink of beer, and then smiled at me.
"I know. It's just that men are pigs, pure and simple."
I made an oinking noise for her, and she laughed, telling me, "Now scratch your arm pits and crotch and then come over her and sniff my crotch like the pig you are."
I rolled out of the chair, oinking away, and dived into her crotch, nosing her pussy and oinking loudly, then sniffing like a rabid dog before oinking some more. Chantal giggled uncontrollably. When Chad heard the commotion, he came to the balcony to see what was going on.
Chantal tousled his hair and told him to go back inside and play, saying, "Everything is okay out here. We're playing too."
After she swallowed the last dregs of beer, I took her bottle and mine inside for a refill. When I came back out she had turned over on her back. Without asking, I took the lotion and rubbed it all over her front side, with special attention to her breasts. She resumed purring for a while. Her nipples stood at attention. After I sat the lotion bottle down, I gently bussed her nipples and enjoyed keeping them hard.
I slipped my shorts off and sat down, getting back to the warmth of the sun. After a while, Chantal asked me what time it was. Since it was getting close to time for her kids to show up, I decided to press the issue.
I don't find anything at all amusing about rape."
Chantal looked at me strangely, and asked, "What?"
"I said I find nothing amusing about rape. That was sorry and I am sorry that happened to you."
After an appreciative look, she said, "Look. It was a long time ago and it's water over the damn."
"But you are denying yourself something that you could very well find is quite pleasurable. It sounds like you and Karl had barely enough time to experiment before you were permanently denied the ability to decide for yourself."
Chantal sat up in her chair and mused on this for a couple of minutes. After a couple of small drinks of beer, she turned to me and said, "Do you really think that this incident is preventing me from enjoying something I could be having fun with?"
I replied quickly, "Very much so. Until you get a frame of mind that some sorry jerk-off son-of-a-bitch who raped you, and that is exactly what he did, is not going to prevent you from doing whatever you please, you might as well tell yourself every day that he won and you lost."
Chantal look pensive as she replied, "Wow! I never thought of it like that. He really did rape me, didn't he?"
"Of course he did. And while he may never face charges or be arrested, it doesn't change the facts. He owes you a piece of your life back."
She looked at me with a disturbed look, but after a few moments, she softened, saying, "So what should I do?"
I quickly replied, "I can't give you a definitive answer but I can tell you that you have to reach deep inside you and find the real place he hurt. Your butt can heal but your psyche is totally different. That takes some action to convince yourself that it's your body and you can do what you want with it."
Chantal looked to be in deep thought after draining her beer, only to be interrupted by a baby intercom she had brought with her. She eased up and looked over the balcony railing to her house and saw her boys go down the hallway. (They had joked with us before about being able to see directly inside their house.)
She slipped her little robe over her shoulders and said, "I better go. Can we talk about this privately again soon?"
I had slipped my shorts on as she talked so I stood and leaned over her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Sure. Glad to."
She smiled sweetly and said, "Thanks. Better run."
She grabbed Chad and his toys and headed out the door.
For a while my battalion had a civilian instructor to teach remedial mathematics to some of the guys who needed help to pass a math test that would qualify them for the next higher leadership school. But typical of government budgets, funds for the instructor were cut and we were left without an instructor. When I was tasked to find an in-house instructor, I was the next best choice. I had more, and more advanced mathematics education than all but a couple of officers who would never teach a class like that anyway.
So, I would usually get tasked out to teach the classes, and when I did, I had some casual free time. Since Mandi left for work early in the afternoon and closed at 2100 during the week, I got some loose time to do pretty much what I wanted. This gave me the advantage of being able to see more of Chantal in the afternoons.
About a week after our conversation, I knocked on her door and asked if she wanted to hang out on the balcony. She did, but told me to give her a few minutes. I agreed and told her the door would be open. I changed into some shorts and grabbed my favorite chair and sipped a cold beer. I was just about to doze off when I heard bare feet moving down the hallway toward the living room. I heard the feet enter the kitchen and then head my way.
Chantal had grabbed a beer and opened it and popped out onto the balcony. She had on her favorite little silk robe, and in short order dropped it on the chair and sat down. As usual, she was wearing nothing under it. She relaxed on the lounge chair. I asked her if she minded if I got rid of my shorts and she gave me a casual nod of assent. I was out of the shorts in a second.
Chantal took a long, slow drink from her beer and relaxed with her eyes closed. I thought she was going to sleep. She looked positively edible laying there in the sun. Her nipples were relaxed as well, and she looked like she had a fresh trim on her little "landing strip." Damn she was fine. I surely want desperately to spend some time having sex with her again.
I was staring intently at her when it dawned on me she was looking back. I snapped out of my reverie as she grinned and said, "You were looking at me, but were you really seeing me?"
I laughed and said, "Sure, but it was some seriously deep thought."
"So tell me," she said.
I paused for a sip of beer, and finally casually said, "I was enjoying just looking at....."
I heard a strange voice about that time and wondered where it was from. I held up a finger and then gave her a finger-to-the-lips signal to be quiet. I got up and slid over to the right side wall of the balcony and carefully held onto the wall as I leaned out and looked down. I didn't see anyone directly under me.
I moved away from the wall and looked toward the stairwell below and next to us (our stairwell was on the end of the building). Still no one! I heard more talking and tried to pin point it. Still nothing! I finally looked up to the top of Karl and Chantal's apartment and saw something moving. Then I finally saw a head. There was a maintenance guy up there talking on a walkie-talkie to someone apparently on the ground.
I took my beer, grabbed my shorts and motioned Chantal to follow me inside. She looked at me quizzically but said nothing. After we got into the living room, I pointed and told her there was a maintenance guy on the roof.
She laughed and asked if I was embarrassed to be seen with her. I chuckled and said no, and took her robe from her hand and hung it on a chair. We went over to the couch and sat down turned to face each other.
She smiled as I spoke, and I told her, "I was going to say, I was enjoying looking at how damn fine you were laying there in the sun. You have a fantastic body. And I was having some seriously dirty thoughts about what kinds of things I would love to do with you."
After a big grin, she retorted, "I'm not sure if I want to hear that or not."
I quickly replied, "Well, if I told you I wanted to take a trip around the world with you would you know what I mean?"
She giggled, and blurted out, "I doubt you mean we would start with a train ride." I chuckled and answered, "So you do know what I am talking about!"
She smiled some more and sipped on her beer. "Let's say I have heard the expression before. You WERE thinking some dirty thoughts weren't you?"
I leered and said, "But of course, my dear. In another couple of minutes I would have had a difficult time not revealing just how dirty I was thinking!"
Chantal took a direct look at my cock, and casually said, "I really don't think that would have been a bad thing, now would it?"
I laughed, and quietly told her, "Well, I think that is up to you, now isn't it? Besides, I thought you and Karl had an agreement that you wouldn't fool around separately."
"We do," she said with a demure smile, "but isn't there an exception for every rule?"
"Why you dirty girl you! If you're going to be a bad girl I may have to give you a spanking!"
Chantal set her beer down and almost fluidly eased over to me, wrapping both arms around my waist. She gave me a squeeze, pressing those wonderful breasts tight against my chest. She smelled like delicate girl soap.
She reached up and pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, "I could probably pass up the spanking but I would like to know if you had any idea how to start helping me get over that incident I told you about."
I nodded knowingly, and as if her pressing up against me wasn't beginning to make me hard, the sudden thought of getting in her cute little butthole had my cock springing for life. She giggled and eased away and quickly gripped my cock, using a delicate hand to stroke me into full attention. I nuzzled around her neck and kissed and licked my way to her ear.
"Nice and gentle, slow and easy, I will do everything I can to show you how to resolve your fears and unleash your worries. You will drive the car, so you have control over the gas pedal, and brakes and the steering wheel. But I will be in the passenger seat with my own brakes and steering in case I need to take over. Can you handle that?"
"I'll do my best," she whispered shyly in my ear.
Figuring now would be as good a time as any, I carefully eased her over to my Cleopatra lounger and guided her around until she was on her hands and knees with her knees at the foot, and her head down in the lowered section where one's hips normally fit. I began kissing her cute bottom, studiously ignoring the little back hole that appeared to be about half relaxed anyway.
She stayed quiet and very still as I worked my tongue up and down her crack, dipping into her pussy occasionally, and easing my tongue by her butthole while just barely passing it. I kept the slow pace of kissing and licking going until she started to moan quietly under her breath.
I finally worked my tongue down to her clit and began a slightly rough tongue lashing that had her drooling in seconds. In about 45 seconds she was gasping and moving her ass in circles as she headed for an orgasm.
When it finally hit she shrieked into the lounger fabric and her ass spasmed involuntarily. I backed off the hard contact, and finally licked into her hole, getting some nice pussy juice in return. While she was still recovering I gently tipped her asshole with my tongue. She jumped, but settled back down. I tried again and she got really still.
Suddenly she turned and said, "Please stop now."
I shushed her and climbed onto the lounger behind her, carefully easing my cock into her. She made a small coughing noise and pushed back at me enthusiastically. I began to stroke with ease, setting a fast pace until she settled in. She didn't take long before rocking through another blast off and this one got me going enough to head for my own cum. I squeezed her ass cheeks open and watched her cute little hole open wide enough for two fingers, and as I fantasized about stroking my cock in there, blew a nice load inside her pussy. I kept going for a couple more minutes to see if she was headed for another one, but she had calmed down, so I slowed to a stop and eased out.
Chantal dropped down onto the lounger, breathily heavily but easily, and looked at me with a Cheshire cat grin.
"That was a pleasant way to start the afternoon," she said with a smile.
"I thought so too," I agreed.
She cuddled on the lounger, letting the plush fabric tease her naked flesh. After she turned over and scooted up to the correct lounging position, she put her arms over her head and did a luxurious stretch. Just looking at her on the lounger had me half hard already. She noticed.
With a grin, she motioned me over and gently stroked my cock.
"Is that for me?" she asked sweetly.
"Sure," I answered, "Whenever, wherever!"
Chantal giggled and continued to slowly stroke me, keeping me exquisitely hard. I regretfully broke away for a moment, and retrieved her beer, offering to her as she lounged. She gratefully accepted and drank a long, deep drink. After a little baby belch, she giggled and drained it dry.
"Refill?" I asked.
She nodded quietly and I took the empty bottle, grabbed mine and emptied it, and headed to the kitchen for a refill. When I returned, having lost some of my hard-on in the process, she took the beer, and almost absent mindedly stroked me some more. I didn't think she was up for a second round yet, so I let her amuse herself while I sipped my beer. She finally stopped and looked up at me.
"When you were eating me from behind, I was scared when you bumped into my butthole, but after I stopped you I really thought that was a dumb thing to do. It felt wonderful. I just wondered, since you seem to enjoy it so much, if you will do it some more."
I smiled and quietly told her, "I would be glad to try again, if you will climb back over the lounger in that same position."
Chantal tipped up her beer for one more drink and did a flip and roll, quickly settling on her knees with her head down. I was back to 100% erect in seconds. I settled on my knees behind her and began to lick up and down her pussy, studiously avoiding her butthole until she finally whined at me.
I flicked my tongue across her butthole and went right back to what I was doing. She whined some more and I finally let a casual tongue flick across her butthole. She wiggled and mewed appreciatively and I went back for a second helping. After some gentle teasing, I let my tongue center on her butthole and slowly probed my tongue into it.
Chantal reacted suddenly, pulling away quickly while gasping, but within a second or so, eased her hips back toward my face, meeting my waiting tongue. She pressed back harder against my face, wrapping her luscious cheeks around my face. She began to moan under her breath and I kept probing gently until my tongue slowly penetrated her sphincter.
I began to pull and push my tongue into her little hole and she moaned louder. After she seemed to be seriously getting into having my tongue in her ass, I reached under and began to gently but firmly stroke her clit. That must have been what the doctor ordered because she lasted about 30 seconds before rolling through a shattering orgasm. She gasped and yelped and rocked her ass back into my face with a fierce determination. She shrieked as I probed my tongue into the hole as far as humanly possible, until finally, with one last little shriek, pulled away from my face, and collapsed onto the lounger.
After a few minutes to slow down, Chantal sat up and asked for her beer. After a couple of sips, she laughed suddenly, saying, "Now that was a nice surprise."
I chuckled and replied, "I am glad you were able to enjoy that. Seem's to me, graphically speaking, that you found a tongue in your ass to be quite stimulating."
Chantal looked a bit perplexed, but then her expression softened and she told me, "When you put it like that, it sounds just nasty. But, you're right, it did feel good. I couldn't believe when you pushed your tongue up there. It really felt wonderful."
I chuckled again, saying, "Thanks. Stick with me kid and I'll turn you into an anal slut."
She suddenly sat up and took a halfhearted swipe at smacking me on the ass, failing miserably, but then giggled. "An anal slut, huh? So that's what you expect?"
I put a stern look on my face and growled, "Yes, that's what I expect. And don't you forget it. I want to eventually bury my hard cock to my balls in your wonderful fine ass and have you enjoy it."
I expected something different, but Chantal suddenly asked, "You really think my ass is fine?"
"Good grief, woman, I would cut off my left nut just to get balls deep in there!" I replied with passion.
She giggled again and said, "Well, if you keep doing stuff like we just did it might happen one of these days."
I pulled her to me giving her a snug hug, and whispered in her ear. "That's still up to you. I will do what I can but I just want you to be yourself and do what you want to do. I would never ever force you to do anything."
She cooed against my chest, and finally looked up at me and whispered, "Thank you."
Before I had time to give her ass a squeeze, she suddenly pulled away and said, "Oh shit. I have to head downstairs and get the boys. I promised I would come down right now."
I grabbed her robe and handed it to her, and she gave me a quick bus on the lips and went running for the door. I followed her and watched as she bounced down the stairs to her apartment. As she dashed in the door, she turned around and winked at me.
"Tomorrow?"
"Sure," I replied. "Tomorrow."
I did a repeat of the previous day when I got home, except I went ahead and chilled out on the balcony in the sun without clothes of any kind. I was sitting up on my sun lounger when Chantal opened the little window in the toilet and waved. Then she threw up a hand with all fingers extended to let me know she would be over in about 5 minutes.
As she came down the hallway, just thinking about her wonderful ass started me toward a good erection. Suddenly there was no noise. I was about to get up when her head popped out the door. She didn't say anything, just motioned me to come inside.
When I came in, she was naked, after having thrown a sheet over the lounger, and she had a bottle of girly lotion in her hand. She gave me the lotion, and went over and lay down on the lounger with her head hanging over the end.
Taking the hint, I took the lotion, and proceeded to give her a head to toe massage front to back. She moaned and groaned through the entire process without ever saying a word. After I finished, she turned over on her stomach and wiggled her ass.
"I need some more massage back here," she said as she pointed toward her ass.
I dutifully began to massage those sweet cheeks. She kept her head down and continued to move her ass up and around to give me full access. As I worked her cheeks, I left a finger slip down into her crack, giving her asshole a greasy stroke or two. She reacted by pushing her ass up toward my hand each time.
After more time working her ass, I leaned over and spread her cheeks wide apart and shot my tongue directly into her little asshole. She squealed for a second in surprise, but just as quickly settled into a moan. I wiggled a hand underneath her, quickly searching out her clit and vagina. I worked a finger into a nicely juiced pussy while stroking her clit.
This got her going and I quickly followed up by probing her ass with my tongue. I kept this up until she finally bounced and rolled through an orgasm, apparently a small one but welcome nonetheless.
Before she had recovery time, though, I quickly spun her around, pulling her legs over and toward the end of the lounger until I could get to her pussy as I knelt at the end. I dived into her pussy before she had time to react, gently but firmly pressing my tongue into her vagina before giving a juicy lick across her clit and quickly diving back where I came from. The previous orgasm had her nice and juicy, and she tasted really wonderful, sweet, light, and delicate on the tongue.
After she started to get into the work on her clit, I finally pressed down with my lips to pull her clit completely out of hiding and into the warmth of my lips. I slowly pushed it back out with my tongue and sucked it back in again. Since she had never had the full treatment of my oral technique, I slowed it down and make it more excruciating.
This didn't work too well for more than a minute or so, since she began to desperately push down on my head. I fought her efforts with my neck and upper shoulders, while simultaneously slipping an index finger into her pussy. She accepted the finger without much notice, and I gradually increased the speed I was using to work her clit between my lips.
I eased a second finger, the middle finger into her vagina along with the index finger and began to work them in and out in tune with the rhythm on her clit. Chantal got a deep groan way in the back of her throat and began to writhe around on the lounger. When I felt her vagina began to tighten on my fingers, I figured another orgasm was imminent.
I slowly began to ease my ring finger into her asshole, carefully adding a bit at a time until I began to push in and out of her pussy and ass simultaneously. She rocked even harder and didn't attempt to change anything. I gave her about another minute and finally began to squeeze my pinky into her nether hole too.
In a short time, I was sawing my hand in and out of her pussy and little asshole as I worked her clit to frenzy. I felt her orgasm began to head for explosive force as she tightened her stomach muscles and I felt her vagina and asshole contract. She began to jerk her hips up and down while a guttural groan surged from her gaping mouth. Her neck and breasts were crimson and the color slowly spread down her lower chest.
She bounced 2-3 times, and suddenly burst out with a growling, gnarly groan and her hips began to really rock. Pressing all her weight onto her hands on my head, I fought hard to maintain my efforts. She spasmodically rocked her pelvis up and down violently, and she sounded like she would choke. She finally broke into several vocal, fast "Ooohs" as the orgasm gripped her entire body.
After 1 or 2 more spasms, she suddenly collapsed onto the lounger and violently began to push my head away.
"Please.....stop," she begged.
I stopped the action on her clit, but kept gently stroking her pussy lips with my tongue. She groaned some more and slowly relaxed onto the lounger. I didn't move my hand, but kept my fingers buried in both holes without moving. I smiled a juicy juice covered smile at her as she slowly, lazily opened her eyes.
She looked at me with a languid smile, and casually reached down to take my wrist, and after pressing in with some effort, gradually pulled my hand away. My fingers slipped from her pussy and ass almost simultaneously. She whined softly under her breath.
"Damn, that feels so empty."
Chantal wiggled toward a more comfortable, natural position on the lounger and before I knew it, quickly fell asleep. I got up and went to the toilet to wash my face and hands. I got a fresh beer and sat down and watched her sleep.
After a few moments, I carefully eased her legs open, observing her pussy and ass. Her pussy lips were bright pink and swollen, still shiny with pussy juice. Her butthole was slightly agape, about the size of my middle finger. She was sleeping with slow, deep breaths.
I took a long drink of beer, and watched as she came back from her sleep to slowly awaken. I pulled up an ottoman and sat at the end of the lounger, watching her with legs spread wide open, gradually coming back to the world. As she finally pried her eyes open, she smiled sweetly.
"Hey, did I go to sleep?"
I grinned, and told her, "Yep. Looked like you needed it too."
Chantal yawned and stretched, finally replying, "Oh yeah! Now just what the hell did you do to me? And why are you sitting there looking at me all spread wide open like some dirty picture?"
I laughed lightly and said, "As to the later, I am enjoying every second of the view. Please don't move. As to the former, I used all my best expertise to see what would happen. I am proud of my work!"
She grinned widely and exclaimed, "You should be. I felt like you ran a truck through my pussy even though it was just a couple of fingers!
Then she screwed up her face and looked at me again, saying, "And my butt too. I felt so full. That was something I have never felt before. Every nerve in my body was screaming no when you began to enter my butt, but every thought in my brain was begging for more."
I smiled gently and said, "That was what I was hoping for. I want you to trust me, and let me show you how good things can feel."
She looked like a shy little girl, demurely turning her head away before quietly blurting out, "I liked that."
I let it sink in for a moment before replying, "Have some beer. We don't need to beat anything into the floor. I am just glad you felt good."
"Good!" she almost shouted, "I have never had an orgasm that almost made my toenails fall off. You almost killed me."
I grinned widely and asked, "Are you bragging or complaining."
She looked thoughtfully for a moment, before smiling and saying, "Bragging!"
After finishing her beer, she told me she didn't have much time before she had to leave. The kids were at the neighbor's house again and tomorrow was her day to give the girl downstairs a break from kids. Chantal reached for her robe, this time a long, silky white number that was almost sheer, and she might as well have remained nude after slipping it on.
She spun slowly and asked me, "Do you like?"
I almost choked before replying, "Very much. Wear it again sometime."
She smiled, said her goodbyes, and left.
Chantal and I got together 4 more times over the next month, and we did a couple of nice evenings as swapping couples. Chantal was cool and didn't let on that she was really getting to enjoy my oral techniques, or that I had made good headway on getting her into anal play. We enjoyed our private sessions although I generally didn't penetrate her anywhere with my cock. I just kept playing with her patiently as she slowly began to get more and more relaxed about anal play.
I had a casual day off coming from some extra work I had done and had done well, so I stopped in and asked her if she could get her bud downstairs to keep the kids for a longer period of time. Mandi had a double shift coming up at the video store since she was short two employees. Chantal told me she would check and see and we worked out the details to spend a long afternoon together.
I skipped getting up at my usual O'Dark Thirty since I didn't need to go in for physical training. Mandi was snoozing away, and when I finally woke about the time I would have gotten home from PT, I got up. I took my usual shower, dressed in my uniform and finally woke Mandi. I gave her a kiss and headed to another Kaserne on the east side of Heilbronn, where I could go to the small snack bar and have breakfast.
I spent some leisure time reading Stars and Stripes, ate a good American breakfast, and basically wasted some time until Mandi would be heading for work. I took a casual direction back toward our apartments, entering from the opposite direction where I could see the access road that came down the hill from the buildings. After about 10 minutes, I saw Mandi heading to work. I headed for the parking garage.
I went up to my apartment, stripped and hung up my uniform, and donned a pair of shorts. I began packing some food and beer for an outdoor outing. While it was late summer, it was a bit cool early, but would be nice by noon. The thought of spending some time with Chantal alone already had me getting hard.
I heard noise in the hallway, and looked through the spyhole. I could see Chantal herding her boys into the elevator. That was the sign I wanted to see. I finished packing everything into my rucksack, opened a beer, and kicked back with some music, after making sure the door was unlocked.
About 30 minutes went by before I heard the front door open. Chantal strolled into the living room with the sheer white gown on, and a towel around her head. I was happy to see this but somewhat perplexed. I thought I had made it clear I wanted to walk down to the feuerplatz for some au natural fun.
She smiled and came over and kissed me gently. After she leaned over and snaked a hand down the front of my pants to give my slightly hardening cock a squeeze, she stood up.
"I just wanted to come over and ask you to come to my place while I finish getting ready. I'm running a little behind."
My brain screamed that I wanted a little behind, but I ignored the thought, almost, and nodded okay. I followed her to the hall, and then turned and went into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. I followed her to their apartment.
Chantal smiled at me after she shut the door, took one of the beers, and headed down the hall to the bath. I followed and found a spot to lean on the door to the bath as she pulled the towel loose and shook her hair out. It was still damp. She slipped the robe off like it was just some loose skin, and hung it on a hook.
She was squeaky clean and smelled so fresh. The sight of her bare ass got my cock stirring some more. She took some hair gel of some kind and casually stroked the gel through her hair. She looked so wonderfully sexy with no make-up or other accoutrements. Just all bare flesh without enhancement, fresh and sweet. My shorts began to bulge.
Chantal chuckled after she looked at the front of my shorts, and laughingly said, "Guess it shouldn't be hard to get you going."
"Nope," I said brusquely, "You're doing a fine job already."
She giggled, and then asked, "Are you in a hurry to get going."
"Isn't it obvious?" I quipped.
She studiously ignored this, and told me, "I need to put on some make-up, and pick out some clothes, and a couple of other things before we head out. I just wondered if you were in a hurry."
I decided to see how much domesticity we could forego and told her, "I have already gotten everything packed in my ruck. I can be ready in 1 minute. Why don't you skip the make-up, grab some shorts and a top that will slip off easily, and let's hit the road."
She looked at me through the reflection in the mirror, grinned, and replied, "A 'Yes' would have sufficed."
I ignored the tease and followed as she headed to her bedroom where a skimpy pair of shorts and a loose shirt was laying on the bed. She dressed in about 20 seconds since she didn't put on underwear, and slipped on some tennis shoes. She gave me a quick twirl and winked.
"Ready?"
"Sure," I answered.
We went out the door and she locked it behind her as I headed into my apartment. I slipped on my athletic shoes and grabbed my shirt and ruck, quickly turning and was back out into the stairwell. Chantal rode the elevator down while I walked, just as a minor precaution for noisy neighbors.
After we cleared the building we headed toward the feuerplatz at a pace that would put us there in about 20 minutes. Chantal easily maintained my pace and we didn't talk for a few minutes. But shortly, Chantal cleared her throat a couple of times and when I looked closely she had a look on her face that said she wanted to talk.
I slowed down and looked at her, saying, "You have that look that says you want to say something. You have the podium."
She smiled gratefully and began, "I thought I needed to say that I appreciate how patient and sincere you have been. I was just thinking the other night when we were together as couples that you didn't actually have sex with me during some of our sessions. I felt so good that I didn't pay any attention to that. I blame that on you, though."
I found this odd for a second, especially when she suddenly stopped cold.
"I know you brought beer. Why don't we split one as we walk?"
I obliged by easing one out of my ruck and popping the cap. She continued talk as we began walking again.
"You really taught me more than how to get over the shock of anal play. You have actually turned me inside, so I can really achieve the kind or orgasm I think I should be achieving for the first time in my life. The other night Karl and I were playing around in bed when he bumped up against my bottom. For the first time in a long time I didn't flinch. He didn't penetrate my ass but I think I would have let him."
I found this news of more than just casual interest. My cock took a surge. Chantal didn't notice, though, and continued her narrative.
"When you pushed into me the other night while I watched Karl and Mandi on the couch, I almost hit an orgasm on the spot. After you began to really stroke deeply, I got an orgasm that surprised me how quick it was and how deeply I felt it. I didn't have time to make a noise. I just shook all over like a wet dog!"
So that's what that was!
"When we first got together as couples, I enjoyed the first time, and thought I was able to really cum. But all along I don't think I was really getting what I needed. It's different now. After we finished the other night, I just wanted to jump up and scream, 'I can cum now!"
I chuckled at that thought, and she giggled along with my chuckle.
"Wonder what Mandi or Karl would have thought?"
I continued to chuckle as she didn't turn off the monologue.
"Anyway, I just want you to know that I feel like a new woman. You have been just wonderful for me."
My Ulterior Motive Devil popped up on my shoulder and began to whisper in my ear, "Fuck her ass. Slam your cock down her throat. She'll love it!"
I shooed the devil away, and casually turned to her as she sipped the beer.
"I am so glad to be of help. I am not always the dirty bastard I am sometimes made out to be."
The UMD popped up on my shoulder again screaming, "Yes you are. Yes you are."
Chantal smiled and said, "Yes you are!"
Oh well! I was out-voted 2-1. I took a sip of the beer and handed it back to Chantal, as we neared the feuerplatz. I was glad to see that there was no one around, and the view throughout the fields revealed little to no activity. One tractor maybe 2 clicks away.
Chantal continued, "I have been looking forward to today just so I could relax and feel comfortable with you."
I quickly replied, "I try to make sure that is first and foremost."
As we started down the short ramp into the feuerplatz area, she looked away demurely and said quietly, "I hope you can do anything you want."
It took a massive effort not to choke, and I made sure I kept my shock to a minimum as I replied, "Well, let's take it slow and easy and we'll see. You are still the ringmaster."
Chantal stopped and turned to me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me hard against her.
"Not today, sir. Today is your turn. I know you want me to have all the orgasms I can, but today, I want you to do whatever you want me to do."
I couldn't believe my ears. I would actually see if I could take a trip around the world with this gorgeous cutie. My cock was hard in seconds. I dropped the ruck and slipped my shirt over my head. Chantal took the hint and slipped her shirt off.
I got some things out of the ruck, and while Chantal opened beers for us, I did a recon of the little hidden spot I had used with Silke. Chantal got a little leery when she was seeing me one minute and in a flash of a beer sip, I was gone.
I could see her looking intently toward where I had disappeared. My cock was straining against my shorts and just before I turned to get the blanket and bring Chantal into my little natural alcove, I jumped back. Someone had taken a shit in there!
I eased back out and headed to the actual fireplace. Chantal was standing there topless with her little "crawl up her ass" shorts on, and when she turned and saw me, she jumped back for a second. She looked at me quizzically, but I just growled, "Gotta take care of something first. Just chill and sip your beer.
She nodded and sat back down on the wall. I rummaged around in the ashes and debris and luckily kicked up some cardboard beer casing material that had not been burned. I grabbed the largest pieces and a small piece of wood, and headed back. Chantal watched me closely this time.
I disappeared into the foliage and made quick work of my chore. Fortunately it was several days old, and had weathered enough to be crumbly and not moist. I got it all onto the cardboard and carefully left my spot and got out and threw the mess away. I returned to the fireplace proper, threw the cardboard in, and got some wipes I had stashed from the ruck.
Chantal watched me curiously and then oddly said, "Do you always pack baby wipes?"
I turned and grinned and said, "I am always prepared, just like a good Boy Scout."
She giggled and wanted to know what the holdup was, but I deferred and got out my favorite "fuck outdoors" quilt that had seen so much pussy and ass. I motioned Chantal to follow me and I took her to the small split in the foliage where we could get into the little private spot for some fun.
I kept her behind me until I had spread the quilt, and slipped my shoes off, sitting the ruck back against a small tree. She took the hint and slipped her shoes off and stepped onto the blanket. I noticed that she had the good sense to grab her shirt. Mine was still by the wall. I told Chantal to sit, and I slipped my shoes on, ran back out and grabbed my shirt, did a quick 360° survey of the horizon and dashed back.
Chantal had slipped her shorts off already, made a roll of shorts and shirt and was naked, lying back and using the clothes as a small pillow. I took a long, slow look up and down, smiling in appreciation. She smiled back, although it seemed more of a horny leer.
After I slipped my shoes off, she quickly sat up and instead of giving me a second to get rid of my shorts, she lifted the leg and pulled my cock into the air. With no preliminaries, she swallowed half my cock. Keeping my cock in her mouth, she rose onto her knees and didn't miss a beat. She worked hard to get my cock down her throat. I was impressed with the effort, as this was only the second time she had taken me in her mouth.
Just as suddenly, she turned, picked up her beer, tossed down a short drink, and went straight back to my cock. The cool beer in her mouth was wonderful, and stimulating. I was fully hard now. She managed to swallow the beer and worked even harder, polishing my cock with both hands as she worked the head and then quickly down as far as she could handle in her throat.
She finally broke away from the enthusiastic blow job, telling me, "Sorry. I can handle swallowing Karl, but this thing is way too big for me take it all in my mouth."
I politely told her, "It's okay. I would never turn this down. Any more where that came from?"
Chantal just smiled and put my cock back in her mouth. I let this go on for a while until I finally felt like it was time to stretch out. I gently lifted her away from my cock, and slipped back down on the blanket. I pulled her over me in a 69, a first for us. She went back after my cock as I went straight for her clit. She moaned enthusiastically and worked my cock like a starving dog.
After a while she began to succumb to the tongue work on her clit and stopped sucking long enough to let go of her first orgasm. She buried my cock to the point of gagging as she suppressed her urge to scream out. After a few spasms, she finally wound down. I pulled her off my cock and pulled her up on top me, quickly kissing her deeply.
After a little of this, she finally stopped and asked, "Can you cum from me sucking you?"
I smiled at the naiveté and told her softly, "I would love to but I also would rather I let it go someplace else. Okay?"
She smiled sweetly and replied, "Okay."
I eased her up on top me and got her into a position where I could easily slip my cock into her pussy. She closed her eyes and gasped in pleasure as I penetrated her to the bottom. She got a rapturous look on her face and began to ride me with a passion, grinding her clit hard into my pubes. I massaged her breasts and was rewarded with fully erect nipples. She didn't seem to want to stop so I let her ride at her leisure.
She made it for almost 10 minutes before she began to tire. After she slowed down, I kept her on top of me and began to kiss her, slowly, deeply, using my tongue to probe into her mouth. She slowed too and joined me in the kissing, rising to a newer level of heat.
I moved her up and down my cock, slowly and carefully, gradually pulling out only to slip back in. After a little of this, I broke away from the kiss and pushed her upper body up to where she could slide up and down my cock at her leisure. I reached around and got a grip on her ass, and massaged it, before slowly slipping one finger down her ass crack to tickle her asshole.
This time she didn't flinch or stop me. She arched her ass back to my finger. I slipped it down for some pussy juice and began to tickle her little hole again. She dropped back down and nuzzled against my neck, moaning softly and encouraging me to continue. This led to my slipping the first joint of my middle finger into her asshole. It went in easily as she moaned even louder this time.
I pulled my cock out of her pussy and moved her hips so she rode up and down her clit. Then I slipped it up and behind her ass, pressing my hard cock into her crack for a moment before slipping back into her pussy. After repeating this a couple of more times, Chantal got the hint and began to slide around on my cock by herself.
She began to slide up and down the length of my cock without penetration, gradually sliding back until I bumped her asshole. She had her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she continued this motion, bumping a little harder each time.
I finally pulled her head down to me and harshly whispered, "You can do it. Put it in your ass. Swallow my cock with your ass."
She whined for a minute and pushed back again, getting a little penetration. She pulled away, whining with frustration, and pushed again. As the head of my cock pushed into her little anus, she stopped dead for a second, and then pulled away.
"God, I want to do this. You're so big it hurts too much."
I eased her back down on my chest, rubbing and massaging her back and ass. I kissed the side of her face and neck. She squeezed me hard with her arms, and pressed her mouth to me hard. That was when she raised her hips and pressed back one more time. I felt my cock penetrate past her anal ring.
She screamed with her mouth still pressed tightly to mine, kissing me even harder, as she wiggled and slid until she had a couple of inches in. I noticed she had begun to sweat profusely. She broke away from the kiss, panting hard, and raised up a bit to press back even further. A couple of more inches slid into her tight ass.
In this position, she would not get full penetration unless she sat up straight, but I didn't want to press the issue. I let her move around on her own speed. She pressed a bit more, stopping only to gasp in pain.
"My God, it feels like I have a fist jammed in there."
I petted her, kissed her face, and gently told her it felt better than anything I had ever felt in my life. She crushed me with another long, hard kiss, viciously probing her tongue into my mouth as she pressed back to get even more penetration. She had over half in by now. Chantal rose up on her hands again and began to move her ass slowly and carefully, about an inch or so. She pushed with a wince, and pulled back out with a small sigh. Another push, another sigh.
"God, how long does it take to quit hurting so much?"
I gave her nipples a gentle tweak, and quietly told her, "Try to relax. It will adjust a bit at a time until you will finally feel yourself open up completely. It takes some effort."
She looked at me painfully and said, "This is nothing like having Karl back there. How much is in me?"
I quietly told her, "Just enough to get used to. Don't try to hard or too fast. It will happen eventually."
She was skeptical but kept moving in a short, easy fucking motion. I was enjoying the feeling of half my cock penetrating her ass when she suddenly said, "I have to stop for a minute."
Chantal slowly eased my cock from her, wincing as it slid past her sphincter. She leaned over me and reached for the ruck. I was curious as she dug into an outside pocket. She finally came out with a tube of European sex lube. She must have slipped it in on me at the apartments. She straddled my legs and carefully but thoroughly lubed my cock. She reached back and lubed her anus for a while, gradually digging two fingers in and liberally pushing plenty inside her rectum.
She put the lube away, and kissed me deeply again, lingering for a while. After a short breath, she came back for more. As we kissed, she slowly lined my cock up with her ass and began to slip it inside her tight little asshole. This time, she rode me quickly and easily until she had pressed my cock into the hallway mark. She began to ride me again, this time gradually taking more in until she had almost ¾ inside her ass. I reached under and started massaging her clit, and she moved her position to let me have more room to work.
After a while, and just as I was starting to feel that wonderful surge of fluids building up toward release, she slowed to a stop and finally eased me from her ass again. Before I could say anything, she hopped over on her knees and motioned me behind her.
Chantal leaned over until her head was on the blanket, reached underneath to my cock, and slowly guided me back into her asshole. It had gaped slightly but hadn't closed up, so I could push in without a lot of resistance. She kept a tight grip on my cock as she rocked back and forth, slowly taking in more each time, but groaning loudly as well.
When she got most of it back in, she slowed, and then pushed so slowly but firmly I thought she was about to pull out again. But she pressed back until finally she let out a long groan, and I slipped fully into her ass. Now that was when it really felt wonderful.
"My God my ass is so full," she exclaimed.
I patted her ass cheeks and told her, "Now this is even better than before. You are absolutely the sexiest, nastiest woman I have ever known. I want to fill your ass full of cum!"
Chantal just moaned and rocked against me, finally saying, "Cum in my ass."
I obliged by stroking slowly at first until she seemed adjusted, and began to stroke that beautiful ass in earnest. The feeling of full balls told me I would definitely leave something for her to remember. I stroked long but carefully, and Chantal seemed to take it in stride. I got some serious eye candy watching my rock hard cock plowing into her back hole.
In a matter of minutes I was able to truthfully tell her I was really going to fill her ass full of cum. She moaned and groaned and even pushed back at me some. I tried with no small amount of difficulty to keep from seriously ramming her ass full speed and strength. But Chantal was hanging in there and I finally let go of a load that curled my toes. I groaned loudly and deeply, feeling spasm after spasm pump my viscous passion into her hot ass.
After I finally settled down, I pressed her ass against me and gave a couple of wiggles to finish the feeling. Chantal was suddenly quiet. I waited for a couple of minutes before I slowly began to slip my cock out, inch by slow inch. When I got to my cock head, I let her pull away. She whined and let out an "Ouch" before collapsing on the quilt. I pulled her back to her knees with her head still down so she wouldn't leak on my quilt.
As I looked down at my cock, I noticed that there was the slightest bit of browning mixed with the lubricant and cum. I figured I should get cleaned up quickly before Chantal caught a glimpse of my nasty meat dripping in the breeze.
Just as I reached for my wipes in the ruck, a movement caught the corner of my eye. When I looked through the foliage, there was an old man I had seen out there before, the same old man who had seen Kelli and I fucking over the hood of my car. He had a friend with him who was looking around the bushes.
I whispered to Chantal to be quiet, not to move, that we had company, but nothing I couldn't handle. I made her stay in the "head down butt up" position so she wouldn't drain a rectum full of cum on my quilt. There was some dark lube and cum circling her hole, which was still wide open, waiting to drip. She looked around at me with a panicked frown, but I pressed my finger to my lips and smiled, and patted her ass. She looked skeptical, but stayed put.
I thought things were going to be cool, that they would just cop a short rest and move on. But the old guy I hadn't seen before said something quickly to the other I didn't catch, and then turned and headed straight toward my little hiding place. It dawned on me that the old man may have been the one who took a shit right where I was looking out on my knees from.
He got to about 3 meters from us when I stood up and said, brusquely, "Es ist hier besetzt!"
I thought the old man would shit his pants right there. His eyes jerked wide open, and he chocked and coughed heavily, while grabbing at his chest. I was waiting for the old bastard to keel over when his friend yelled something to him. He slowly turned and then looked back at me, finally proceeding back to the fireplace.
I felt Chantal stir against my legs, and I reached down and kept her still. The old man I had seen before looked over at me, and then approached slowly, peering as if to get a better look. He finally stopped, let out a big grin, and waved at me. I grinned and waved back.
The old man then did something I didn't expect; he made a circle with his finger and thumb and ran his index finger through the circle, symbolizing fucking. I chuckled and nodded yes. He split his face with the grin, happily ripping off a spate of Schwabisch German to his partner. The other guy looked at me with a shit eating grin, and tried to apologize but I just smiled and waved it off.
I pointed down at my cock, still hidden behind the foliage, and said, "Alles hier fertig kaput!"
They laughed heartily and looked at each other with face wide grins, telling me again they were sorry to bother me, and headed off. As they went out of sight, I took a quick wipe on my cock and grabbed a fresh one. I dropped back down to Chantal. She hadn't moved, and her asshole was normal now, so I wiped it clean and helped her stand up. With a normal sphincter, I figured she wouldn't leak from her ass.
"I didn't know you spoke German like that. What was that all about?"
I chuckled and told her a sanitized version of my having been down to this place before for extra-curricular activities before, while carefully avoiding any mention of who I happened to have done the extra-curricular activities with. I had the feeling, though, that she was merely being nice in not asking any more questions.
We remained nude for a while longer while we ate some well-deserved munchies I had packed. I enjoyed the afterglow of the killer orgasm I had and got some more deep, body clutching hugs from Chantal as I whispered into her ear about how great that was and how wonderful she was. We rubbed and cooed for a while until we decided it was time to head back. I regretted getting dressed, but when you gotta...
After arriving back at the apartments, we rode up the elevator together and got out at her apartment. I turned and crushed Chantal to my chest. I kissed her deeply and she responded in kind.
I pulled away slowly and said, "I had a wonderful time. You surprised me and gave me an unbelievable gift. I hope we can do this again sometime."
Chantal smiled sweetly, and replied, "I hope so too. But I think it's time that we explored further when we do a couples night. I would like to let Karl know I can get into anal again."
I agreed, and wondered how I could get Mandi into some anal action, given her physical problems. As it turned out, it wasn't as hard as I thought. The next time we got together for some couples fun, Chantal dragged Mandi off to the side and asked if she had ever been double penetrated. Mandi told her it had been a fantasy but she had trouble with anal.
Chantal persisted and asked her if she thought Karl would fit in her ass. Mandi thought about it, and after half a bottle of wine, got a chance to try it. Chantal went first, and as she straddled and buried me in her pussy, Karl, with a little help from Mandi and some lube, eased in behind Chantal and penetrated her ass. Chantal went wild and spurred on some hard fucking action. This had Mandi so horny she had to try it as well.
When Chantal finished an earth shaking orgasm, Mandi almost pushed her aside and dropped down on me, slamming my cock all the way up her pussy. She had time for one long groan before Karl eased in behind her and worked his cock into her ass. Karl wasn't round enough or long enough to affect her internal hemorrhoids, and she found herself getting the same level of orgasm.
Later, when Mandi and I got a chance to swap notes, she was thrilled at being able to handle anal penetration and actually got a nice orgasm from the effort. During the whole scene, I hadn't gotten a chance to get off, although Karl left a nice load in Mandi's ass. Mandi felt bad about me missing out so she turned around and had me masturbate on her freshly penetrated asshole.
After this session, I figured it was time to get into some better anal play, so I retrieved the spielenbank from its hiding place in the parking garage and introduced it to our little foursome. This was really a boon to the action. Chantal was the first to get fucked in her pussy, and later her ass as she straddled it, while taking Karl's cock in her mouth.
Mandi watched Chantal get several killer orgasms from it, including one while I got to fuck her ass as she sucked Karl. Mandi almost blocked me from seeing my cock plow into Chantal's ass. Curious Ms. Mandi leaned over to get a close-up view of my cock buried deeply in Chantal's tight anus. She was amazed Chantal would handle my cock to the hilt in her ass. Pretty soon the wine and the show had her willing to try, and she got the same treatment, only with Karl getting to finish in her ass.
We met for several more sessions, with Karl eventually getting his ass penetrated by a vibrator while Mandi gave him head. He almost chocked her to death when he finally came. We had a lot of fun on the spielenbank.
Shortly after we started using it, though, Mandi asked where it came from. I told Mandi I had come across it in an old barn, under a tarp, and it didn't look like it had seen any use for years. I thought it could use some new friends and had brought it home. She was skeptical to say the least, but I stuck to my story and she eventually quit thinking about it.
We left it with Karl and Chantal when we headed back to the states. That was the only time we had an extended sexual relationship with another couple.