Part 4: The Dinner
Julie wakes and sees me get me in the eye.
“Is everything OK?” she asks.
I try to orient myself. I must have slept deeply.
“Yes, everything is OK,” I assure her, so I would not have to commit to a longer conversation.
“I should now show you more?” she asks with a glimmer of hope in the face.
“If I am to be honest, I would first like to drink coffee and smoke a cigarette.” it gushes out of me.
“You smoke?” she asks in surprise.
“Yes.” I nod my head.
“Are you the newly invaded?”
“Yeah, so far have not thought about it. Yes, I smoke!”
Another piece in my puzzle.
“Yeah, sure, I smoke for many years. I have an old Golden Dupont lighter with flint and the typical ‘clack’ when you can snap the lid.”
Julie crumbles with shaking hands in the pocket of her Zofenschürze around. Like a magician she draws a blue box and a pack of Gauloises out matches.
“If you taste it?” she asks, and stretched out his two parcels.
“May I?”
“Sure!”
I knock myself out of the freshly fractured box out a cigarette, fummle a match out the little drawer and put the stem with a deep train on fire. Julie also takes one. I give her a light.
You can slowly sink into the grass beside me.
“How is it, when you can not remember? I can not even imagine.” They want to know, and takes another deep train at the filterless cigarette.
“I do not know how shall I describe it. It’s really all ‘normal’, but, yes, but just missing a piece of my history has gaps. I know my name, I also know that I have a last name I remember not only the. Just now, I just say something, like cigarette, then drops me my lighter. So I do not know yet where it is located and at which place I last used it. ”
She nods, as if she understood.
“When I see you, I know you, but I know you just a few hours. I can not say whether we are last week, met a year ago or before.”
“I know!” she falls into my word, “to you I’d remember.”
“And what, if you have a memory lapse?”
“Then it would also be other things that I can not remember. Which I know nothing.”
Julie thoughtfully takes a deep train on the cigarette and sucks him up into the lower lungs. Here, her breasts and stands far above almost swells from the tight blouse.
I’m doing it right and we both laugh about it.
“Why are you here?” I would like to know Julie.
She hesitates out, but then:
“Even as a child I liked to be the maid of our neighbor woman. She lived alone in a castle-like house with overgrown garden, which was separated by high walls of our humble house.
I imagined women from Hornung to be of service. To fulfill your wishes and make them happy. I was a young man often visited her, and admired ‘her’ maid, who always shone through all the baking, when they praised Ms Hornung. So I wanted to be.
That was my first acquaintance with the Zofenspiel. Later I became a physical therapist and it was always a pleasure when my clients got up from the couch and said they were feeling better. But the business end of these recognitions, the difference was that I did not understand until later.
Sandra was born with a neck strain in the practice where I worked. She was assigned to me, and soon we had more than a therapist-client relationship. We met privately, and often resulted in a very intimate friendship with personal interviews. I also told her about my childhood experiences with women from Hornung.
One day, Sandra invited me to come for a weekend to be her maid. Puzzled by her offer and out of curiosity, I attended spontaneously. Friday evening I was standing, as desired by it, without baggage to make the front door of her bungalow, had to have my white pants and jacket therapists. ”
An audible chime softly breaks Julie’s designs.
“The rest I have to tell you about it later. The gong is the signal for supper.” she says, and is already.
I rise also and try to keep up with her, because she quickly rushes to the house.
“Third door on the left!” Julie calls to me as we enter the house.
She even turns right and disappears behind a door that falls loudly to the castle. I follow their instructions and to open the third door on the left.
At one table for ten people are already sitting Karin and Anna, who blushes easily as our eyes meet. Karin me indicates how much space is reserved for me. It is the seat beside her, and sits opposite Anna.
I sit at the table and wait. Gradually make the rest of the women of the house and take place silently. Except Julie are now all arrived and seem reticent to wait for dinner.
Julie enters, wearing a large bowl in front of her chest, protruding from the handle of a soup ladle. Jean follows her.
Beginning with Sandra, who has taken a seat at the head table, holding the terrine Julie Standing right behind each, Jean highlights from the plate and draws into the soup. The whole thing moves clockwise around the table. The empty space on the right side of Sandra’s chair receives a soup.
Jean and Julie left the room, Julie comes back and sits down at Sandra’s site. Sandra I seizes the rights and wishes her spoon a ‘good appetite’ in the silent lap. All respond, I am in close.
A soft slurping and sucking in the spoon begins, because the delicious tomato soup is very hot.
Greta has just laid back than her spoon into the last empty plate when Jean comes back, and together with Julie, who gets up and begins to dig the bowl of soup.
I see with head bowed in the round. This dumb ritual of eating soup reminds me of something, but I can not make it clear. Greta smiles at me, as our eyes meet.
‘How do I know this charming face? Why am I smiling so towed? ” I think about and dropped down into the back of my chair. My songs are about.
“Manu! Tell me … please …!” it swells me loudly on the lips.
How do I go in time-lapse images from the past. Manu appears in my head movies. Metaphorically, I see her curly head on my erect cock, felt her full lips suck my dick, am ready to launch my sperm donor. Manu looks up at me, looking with lascivious eyes, waiting, deep inside me.
“Give me your juice!” she calls me, and at the same time shooting my hot cream into her waiting throat. She sucks and sucks my dick until every last drop of my semen is fertile been dissipated on her tongue.
“What more could you want?” she asks me and I answer:
“Nothing, you’re the best.”
Slowly I open my eyes. Eight pairs of eyes staring at me. I’m scared.
‘I just had an orgasm in your head? ” The question startled me.
“Are you okay?” asks Sandra turned to me.
“Yes, I am just a picture from the past. Please excuse was, I did not want to disturb the quiet phase.”
“It’s okay.” she replies, “Do you want to talk about?”
“There are only a few images that I can not arrange themselves. I think if I can, then I’ll talk about it.”
My view is through the round. All looking at me curiously, only Grete lowers her gaze and does not mean that I read in her eyes. Julie and Jean entered the room. You use a plate with all Juwetzi, a Greek dish that is a kind of stew with pasta in the form of oversized grains of rice.
This time Jean pulls back while Julie is back to Sandra’s side settles.
With a new ‘good appetite’ Sandra opened the main course.
Now put one conversations and discussions. The women talk about different things, as far as the last day. Exchange of organizational and everyday. I listen tense. The round falls silent, as Greta asks me:
“Hanno, how old are you?”
Puzzled, I look into her eyes. It seems to me to fix their gaze, as if she wants to pin me down to the nearest wall.
“I do not know.” I answer her rather sheepishly, because the question raises in my discomfort.
“I’m just over forty, it may be that we are about the same age?”
“Maybe.” I respond quickly to put an end to the issue.
But she wants to know more.
“In what month is your birthday?” pushes it.
“I believe in May.” I say, knowing more than speculating.
“First, second or third decade?” she asks probing.
‘I do’ not remember a birthday but when I was swimming in a quarry pond. That’s probably the end of May than at the beginning is possible. ”
Sandra interrupts the conversation. She asks Greta, let me time.
“Crack is not immature nuts, let Hanno time. You’ve just seen how stressful even individual images are.” Greta says she turned to leave.
“You’re right,” replied Peg, “the doctor is in me probably run away with me.”
The plates are empty, when Jean walks into the room again. Together with Julie, he lifts this out again, and they carry the empty dishes to the outside.
“You want me to show you tomorrow the Rose Garden in detail?” Anna stands with rather soft and shaky voice. “I could show you the different scents of different varieties.” I look over at her, and like a reddish shivers down her finely drawn face.
“Good.” I answer honestly, and remember the butterfly-like spread labia in the afternoon.
Julie and Jean put into small glass off an apple compote.
“If one of the ladies one wish?” Jean asks this time, before he then makes preparations to leave the dining room.
Karin stretches, like a schoolgirl finger in the air.
“I would like a ‘special treatment’ for dessert,” she says with a slight lisp, I’ve seen yet.
Jean seems to understand, looks around and, after no one responded, he leaves the room, and once again to step through the door. In his right hand he carries a riding whip, which he threatened to slap the left hand does.
Karin slips with their dessert in hand on the chair back from the table. She lolls her butt on the cushion to right until it just sits on the edge.
With a start she grätscht the thigh. Visible for all her column is now slightly open. In her left hand she holds her stewed, with the index finger of the right, it plunges into the dessert tray and raises the icing on the apple pieces.
They sent the cream smeared on her two farms warts left and right.
“Licking” she commanded, and Jean walking beside her on the knee. He leans forward and begins gently, like the tongue of a cat to lick one breast. Karin pushes one of the first spoonful of stewed fruit in the mouth and moans softly in half with his mouth full.
Karin leaves its lustful tongue circling her lips and pushes for a second spoon. Jean has uncovered a stiff cream under the nipple and begins to lick the other breast. Karin puts on the third portion.
Projects as well as the nipple of the second rock hard tit into the air and Jean the last remnant of frothy cream has been licked, Karin leaves, like accidentally fall dessert dish. The empty cup falls on the soft carpet.
“Oh, I am stupid thing,” she sighs, “I was naughty again. Do you have to punish me now?” she asks, turning to Jean, who stands at the moment.
With an innocent little girl look she looks up at him. He just nods, pushes her legs with one foot apart. Then he walks around her chair and remains standing behind the chair.
His right arm brings out einwenig. The riders whip hits her chest. Karin winces, sucks air through his teeth.
“Yes, I’ve earned. Correct me Jean, so I finally get to.”
Jean rises again.
He proposes alternate with the leather whip on the end of one, then another on the nipple. Both warts seem to be running slowly blue, while Karin moans always yeasty.
Red welts cover the two milk balls.
“More!” Karin calls and pushes even further, with the bottom edge of the chair.
Jean seems to know what she means. Painting with light now turns slapping the leather on her thighs, close to the already juicy cunt.
Karin gently pushes her hands towards her slit. With the index and middle finger she uses each one of her labia and pulls them apart.
The pink shimmer column is now visible to all, open. The sensitive flesh of her most intimate place is shiny wet. You must be horny, be close to a peak, because its already down like liquid flows in the direction of crack Po. She closes her eyes and whispers.
“Jean, please, please save me from my sin torments.”
Jean gets out. Not as violent as it seems, when it hits the next shot stiff at the top of the clitoris wet cunt. Karin flinches.
“Yes!” she screams out loud. Jean already landed a second hit. Now he no longer holds, strikes with increasing frequency on the slimy hard pea, the louder and louder for ‘More’ cries.
Angie gets up and kneels down next to Karin. She begins to Karin right breast to teat like a baby on the bottle. Karin’s moaning becomes a wail. She begs loudly for mercy. Angie goes from chewing to bite, they chop their teeth into the round of the nipples.
Jean meets with light strokes with increasing frequency not only the clitoris but also the delicate Fotzenfleisch below. Angie feels the impending climax of her companion. She winks at Jean with one eye. The obtained again with a long arm and pulls down the whip popping by Karin furrow.
Karin shrugs, without further contact with them is shaken by a climax that it drives the sweat on the forehead and the pit between the breasts.
Angie takes with one hand between Karen’s legs and pushes the ball of her thumb against the lust pearl in Karin’s column.
The moaning continued, twitching and squirming, until her breathing slowly returned to normal frequency there. Angie still gently caresses the crowded column until she has her hand on Karen’s dripping mouth.
“You bad girl,” she begs to Karin, “leak kindly on what you’re nasty.”
Karin so she pushes the wet hand between his teeth. Which sucks and licks Angie’s fingers with relish.
Only now do I perceive how much I was drawn into the spell of this scenario. A look around the table makes me wonder. Anna fingering themselves, leaning back slightly between the legs and around itself seems to stand just before orgasm.
Grete twirls with both hands, the tips of her breasts. Her pupils have fallen behind the songs of the eyes.
Lisa is standing behind Sandra and fondles her breasts from above. The seemingly enjoying the caresses of her friend.
Julie’s hand seems to plow into her cunt, but the table prevents me the view.
Isabella sits just indifferent.
Jean has already left the room.
“May I?” asks Julie turned to Sandra.
Sandra nods.
Julie gets up and comes around the table toward me, fumbling with my blue trousers. It replaces the belt, peel me from the fabric and keeps my, bucking stiff stand in the hand. She rubs a little up and down, just as it would examine whether it is genuine. Then she swings her right leg over and my squats, his back turned towards me, on my thighs.
Slowly, she pushes back her tight ass until my cock glides through the first Poritze, then in her wet pleasure channel. It relies on the table in front of us and begins with light movements from the pelvis out their ride on my tail. She pushes me deeper into her tight cave. Already I feel her mother’s mouth on my penis, grab with both hands on her round ass cheeks and begin to knead the flesh.
The pure joy overwhelmed me. I’m just a dick. Julie’s slippery, hot pussy donates me infinite pleasures. My hands move up, grab her breasts from behind and play with the soft Mamas. I carefully take the warts between the thumb and index finger and start rubbing them.
Julie’s abdomen makes circular movements. I close my eyes and let me mention the feeling of being deep inside her, driving. Your breast meat filled my hands warm.
Two hands touching the back of my neck go slow on my neck to his nipples. I will now open his eyes, so I leave myself to the person, whoever it was. Rolling finger irritate my male nipples, while Julie tends to a climax and threatens to run.
Julie’s wheezing is severe, she lets out shrill cries. The fingers on my breasts always fall behind the tips of my nipples harder. I slide the hands of Julie’s breasts down to her slit. With both hands, I clamp a clitoris.
The moment she goes off like a rocket, shrugging whimpers, then screams. Her pussy contracted with itself. I can not restrain myself. With a scream I find my seed deep into her cave, which elicits from her other seizures. This pump my next and the next seed gush out of my eggs into the goal.
I’m done.
Since both hands to pinch me by force to the nipple. I to terrify. The pain I open my eyes and see me on Isabella’s smiling face.
“Who are you?” she asks with a grin, will certainly not assuming a response.
With a slurping noise, Julie raises from my limp member.
“Thanks.” she breathed into my ear and starts on shaky legs to collect the shells from the dessert table.
I am looking for my things and go through the porch door to the outside. The setting sun colors the whole park in an orange-red landscape. On a gently sloping site I set down and look over the sea. The colors of the sun, just beginning in the Aegean Sea sink makes me melancholy.
“What do you think?” Sandra’s voice asks from behind me.
I have not heard them coming. She sits beside me. We look to both the amazing spectacle. Only a semi-circle lies above the glowing horizon.
“What do you think?” ask for Sandra.
“I do not know it’s hard to say what I think. I’m missing a piece of memory. Who was I before you found me, how did I get here? There anyone who misses me? Is everything clear, as long as I think my memory again. ”
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