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The Author

Ny Nyloni 

(say Ny like in Nylon)

Germany´s most successful female author of pantyhose erotic, wife/man-sharing, and MILF fantasies! Queen of open gussets!

Ny Nyloni is a freelance journalist, describes the lusty satisfaction with silky material in her stories, as nylon lovers have never read before. Her readers call her "The master of movies in the mind's eye". Unbridled but tasteful sex with beautiful long legs in pantyhose and high heels!

Sex with the seductive shimmering look of beautiful, long legs plays a significant role. Wife sharing and man sharing, swinger club sex. That is what the author Ny Nyloni writes in her stories. She also describes the erotic experiences of sophisticated women with young men who desire their admirable, mature bodies. From the middle to the end of the last century, pantyhose provided a delightful, additional emphasis on the female legs. Quite a few young men were tempted into early secret erotic fantasies by touching and looking at women dressed in this way. In this way, Ny Nyloni fulfils the secret desires and wet dreams of men who love the classic female form and want to learn from these goddesses.

" They love my legs. Everything else happens by itself" Marlene Dietrich.

The author lives in Munich and on the island of Capri with beloved husband Paul.

I self-publish and translate my eBooks myself. Therefore, I apologize in advance for any unfamiliar formulation. Hope the best.

 Copyright Ny Nyloni, all rights reserved

What to expect...

Klaus, the son of the family. He has been eighteen for a week, one year before leaving school.

Hans, his father, forty and married for fifteen years to

Silke, thirty-eight, Klaus' stepmother.

Carla, forty-eight, Hans' sister, Silke's sister-in-law and Klaus' aunt.

In a relationship with Josef, a nylon fetishist. And not the only lover of this yarn

in this house of pleasure, because they all live under the same roof.

And sometimes Lars, Klaus' best friend, joins them.

They all experience a sudden expansion of their sexual desires and preferences.

It all started with a silly but very inspiring incident.

The silky opening

It's 1990 and Germany is in a mood of optimism. Reunification frenzy. In a two-family house in a small community in East Westphalia, the emphasis is on reunification. But first of all, it's Klaus' post-pubescent hormones that set things in motion.

Silke had been watching him for quite a long time, she simply couldn't take her eyes off him. But the scene before her eyes was also so surreal - shocking and fascinating at the same time. Klaus, the son of the man she loved, was lying on his stomach in her marital bed, dressed only in shiny black tights and apparently rubbing his stiff member on the white bed sheet, oh no, there was something else underneath him - it looked like her lace body! White, with little rhinestones, very expensive, from La Perla! His tight bottom, which had just turned eighteen, moved back and forth and up and down in an increasingly hectic rhythm. He kissed and licked a pair of high-heeled, white patent leather pumps that looked very familiar to her! They clearly belonged to her, his mother, his stepmother in fact! Klaus' mother had died giving birth to him, but his father Hans had remarried three years later and she felt Klaus like her son, who only knew her as his mother.

She had come home earlier than usual that evening, there was water damage at the adult education centre where she taught Italian several times a week! That was also where she had met Hans, her beloved husband, and now her son was lying there masturbating strangely on the bed in the bedroom.

The wardrobe doors were open and various items of clothing were scattered on the sheet next to him. Her grey silk skirt, slit up the sides, her sophisticated black lace bra made of fine, see-through material, some panties and a pair of pantyhose and hold-up stockings. In front of his heated face were several Wolford tights covers and, of course, the white patent pumps, which he occasionally licked with his tongue, sometimes wildly, sometimes tenderly, as if she was wearing them!

What should she do? How should she react? If she tracked him down now, she would certainly give him a shock for life! This was clearly just an Oedipal fantasy. The best thing she could do was forget the whole thing. But of course, that was easier said than done. She simply couldn't take her eyes off his twitching body. His arousal seemed to be quite advanced because he now closed his eyes and began to moan with pleasure. His pelvis rotated faster and faster. Every now and then she could see his tight, bulging glans in the black nylon of his tights. He was now rubbing himself vigorously and purposefully towards an approaching climax! But surely he wouldn't cum in her tights and on her body...? Although that didn't really matter now, did it?

In fact, which didn't happen because Klaus turned around, lay on his back, pulled his tights down and started to wank his hard-on. It wasn't long before Silke could see for herself that he could produce a huge stream of cum! He moaned loudly and clearly into the supposedly empty apartment and let her know how well this handling of his desires had done him!

Silke had seen enough and with quiet steps she walked dazedly back to the apartment door. She opened it gently and closed it carefully behind her. Then she waited outside for 2 minutes and then opened it again with a roar!

Klaus heard the key and froze, but only briefly. He had already taken off his tights and put them back in place. The shoes were already in their old place and the pantyhose covers were on the shelf. The skirt! He quickly flung it into the wardrobe. It could have fallen off the hanger! He quickly put the bra and the panties in the drawers!

"Hello, what are you doing there? Are you looking for something? I thought you were already asleep?"

" Um... no," he turned around hastily, too hastily, "I just wanted to get a towel!"

"It's already on the bed!"

The towel he had used to wipe his cum was indeed lying on the sheet.

"Oh yes! I've already looked for it!" Took the towel and wanted to leave quickly.

"Why do you need the towel?"

" Um... in the morning... For the shower... I've run out!"

"I see. And by the way, you're looking at my underwear...!"

She looked at him mischievously.

"Well, I just wanted to have a look. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"As long as you don't put them on! Because then it wears out!"

He laughed, a little too harshly: "So no, Silke!"

"Come on then, make sure you get to bed! There's school tomorrow morning!" She took another quick look at his member; it wasn't completely swollen yet!

"All right! Good night!" And Klaus disappeared very quickly!

Silke sat there for a while longer and somehow she couldn't shake the suspicion that it was her who had been haunting his mind! What then?

Oedipus complex - she immediately thought of it. Sons who love their mothers. Wasn't that somehow fatal? And what about stepmothers?

It was a shame that her husband wasn't there. He was away on business. Should she call him? After all, he wouldn't be back for a week! But she was also embarrassed to have to talk about it. It wasn't anything serious or life-threatening! And she didn't want to tell Klaus either. Somehow she was also proud that her son, no, stepson actually, still fancied her at his age. If she really had been the one in his head...!

A short time later, in the warmth of her bed, Silke stroked herself again for the first time in a long time. She saw Klaus from earlier in front of her. In his tights! My God! But apparently he was into it! Legs in nylon. Well, I have really nice legs too. All my lovers before Hans had confirmed that. She still remembered Jürgen, her ex from long ago. He also loved her legs and always stroked them with great pleasure, especially when she was wearing nylon. He had once asked her to wear suspenders during sex. She thought it was silly at first, but then...! He had come like crazy and swept her off her feet. Where had he actually gone?

With these images from the past and the fresh impression of the day, her sexual desire could no longer be kept in check. Her pussy was already completely dissolved. Her fingers quickly found all the sensitive spots there. She habitually turned onto her stomach after a while and let herself go. She kept thinking of her ex, who had rammed into her as if uninhibited when she had wrapped her silky legs around his hips, and of the tights on Klaus - she thought of hot, forbidden sex...!

She came very hard - like she hadn't in a long time! And she screamed her lust into her pillow.

Klaus was very embarrassed to come to the breakfast table the next morning. Hopefully, she wouldn't start the story from last night again because he had rummaged through her laundry. Fortunately, she didn't know about his orgy of satisfaction. He had to be more careful. Slowly, he crept into the kitchen. His stepmother was standing at the sink, scouring the eggs.

Wow!

Man, what had happened? She was standing there like every morning, yes, but somehow the sight of her was vastly different than usual.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Well, you look so... so different... so great!"

"I'm meeting Carla later. We want to go shopping in the afternoon!" Carla was his aunt, his father's sister. She lived alone on the first floor.

A racy woman, still, despite her age. Also, very often the desired object in his fantasies.

"Ah yes. Aren't you afraid you'll cause such a traffic jam on the pedestrian zone?"

"Why? Do you think there are still men who look for me?" She had put on "his" clothes. He recognized her immediately. The white patent pumps that he had fantasized about so wonderfully yesterday, the shimmering black tights from Wolford, the half-length grey silk skirt, slit quite high at the sides and a white, almost see-through blouse with the La Perla bodysuit underneath. "You liked the bodysuit, didn't you?"

"Um... Yes, of course, very much. It has beautiful lace!" How did she know about the bodysuit?

"Yes, it does, doesn't it? And he cuts a slim figure." As if she needed that!

"It's not too daring, is it?"

"No, absolutely not, I mean, just right!" His stepmother had a mercilessly beautiful bust. In his dreams, he had already come between her tits!

"I have to go now!" Klaus stood up and picked up his school bag.

"What do you think of my legs? Are they still okay?" she suddenly asked him.

"What?" But he had already understood.

"My legs! Do they still look good?" Silke looked at him penetratingly and he realized at that moment that she knew everything, but also everything about him. Somehow, though, it didn't seem too bad. What was wrong with her all of a sudden? Oh my!

"You look good! Very nice tights! Wolford Satin Touch?" With these words, he turned around, leaving a puzzled stepmother in his wake.

Stepmother and aunt exchange ideas

"He's doing what?" Carla was dismayed, but also amused. "He's lying on your bed in your tights and masturbating? Awesome, really! It's a good thing I don't have to raise children!"

"I don't know what to make of it either. I don't want to ask Hans, afterwards he'll be angry with Klaus. You always read that sons are fixated on their mothers! Surely stepmothers are not excluded."

"Not just sons. You know, when my brother, er... your husband, was ten, I was already eighteen. Back then, you wore tights with almost everything. He was always playing with my legs. And got a hard-on in the process!"

"What, Hans? With you? And you, did you...?"

"No, I just let him do it. I found it quite amusing at the time."

"Well, Hans never told me that he likes tights or anything like that."

"You know how shy he is and how correct he is. He'd think you thought he was a pervert. If he can have fun like that, be happy!"

"I am happy. No complaints so far. But there have been no questions on the subject either." Her sudden permissiveness in providing information about sexual activities surprised her. "Have you ever...?"

"What do you mean? Nylon sex? My dear, my middle name is Wolford! Josef, you know him from bowling the other day, so he's only good at that sort of thing. He wears them, yes, during the day, under his jeans and stuff. And in bed he can go for hours if I give him a blowjob and he hold my legs, my stockinged legs...!"

"Carla, I don't know you like that!" Just the day before yesterday, this description of fetish sex would have totally shocked her. But now she found it exciting.

"Well, your son jerks off while he thinks about you, you're probably wearing tights and lovely lingerie in his fantasy and the other day your husband put his hand on my silky thigh again and said he misses it sometimes. I mean, wake up, Silke, the world is turning!"

But now her sister-in-law was shocked.

"Allow me, what are you actually telling me? Am I the prude now because my stepson wants to fuck me in nylon and my husband is groping his sister? I don't believe any of this! This family really surprises me - all of a sudden! What am I supposed to do now?"

For her part, Carla crossed her long legs, which were covered in powdery yarn, and made it clear what was about to happen. "Go shopping, my darling, go shopping!"

And she really did have a few other good tips.

Klaus could hardly concentrate at school. In his mind's eye, he kept seeing his stepmother clacking through the kitchen this morning, his hot stepmother...! All fantasies. Sick! When he looked around his school class, he didn't believe that there was anyone else here who liked his stepmother or mother like he did. His own stepmother!

And he saw the other schoolgirls, mature girls too. There were some great ones! Sabine in the back corner, for example! She had really nice, long legs, but she rarely showed them, and certainly not in tights. Girls didn't wear nylon these days, especially not for erotic reasons! Everything had to be naked, bare-chested, and uncovered. The fact that there were men and boys whose cock swelled at the mere sight of a woman's stockinged leg, let alone at the touch of it, was completely unknown to them! After all, these young women expected to be taken as they were: Young, beautiful, and fully endowed. Wonderful, but some men lack the salt in their soup - especially him! The wafer-thin covering of the lovely legs, the fine texture of the yarn as it imprints itself on the pores of the palms. Pure haptic, tangible eroticism, when the sensation shoots through the nerve pathways into the brain, through the synapses down into the all-centring senses of the abdomen and into the tip of the glans!

Now he had a hard-on!

Silke had roamed the department stores with Carla. They must have bought ten packs of tights in all thicknesses and variations. "You have to tease him with them. Go in front of your husband, show him your assets, only walk around in high-heeled pumps, boots, and sandals at home. Paint your lips, wear slit skirts, dresses, never pants. Chiffon blouses should be as much a part of your appearance as red-painted fingernails. Lace bodysuits and bras, hardly ever wear panties, open the gusset of your tights, and let him know!"

"Then I feel like a hooker!"

"Now you've got it!"

Klaus was back home in the afternoon. He had calmed down a bit.

His stepmother wasn't there. What a shame, really. He would have liked to see her dressed like that again. There was a note on his bed.

"I'm upstairs with Carla. If you feel like it, come up for a coffee. There's cake, too."

Carla was his aunt and lived on the second floor, also a very hot model, although already in her late forties, but still very attractive. She wore tights quite often and last night he had also imagined himself lying between her thighs. She had a partner, but he was rarely around. Josef always worked long hours abroad and Silke and Carla sometimes met downstairs, sometimes upstairs in the house. Should he go upstairs after that hot scene this morning? If they were both dressed so hot now...!

He went upstairs. Cake and tights - his thing!

The door to the apartment on the second floor was ajar, apparently they were expecting him. Let's see, he thought to himself, I'll sneak a peek into the living room first and have a look at them. If they look too hot, I'll leave quickly.

Klaus heard them talking and listened before he could see them.

He couldn't believe his ears, because Carla was just saying: "You have to cut the gusset so that a vertical slit is created, preferably with nail scissors. You know, just like your real slit!" They both laughed a little outrageously. "Sometimes they also like it when the opening is just as big as the circumference of their thing, so small, haha, then they can rub themselves against it. It increases the attraction. But then your little mouse isn't accessible enough for their finger and tongue skills!"

"The things you know!" Silke seemed surprised but was apparently delighted.

Carla got going: "Sixty-nine, so sixty-nine is always good!"

"What's that?"

"Child! Have you never sucked a cock while the guy's tongue is pleasuring your paradise? The other way around, you on top, he on the bottom, or vice versa!"

"Oh right, of course!"

"Well, honestly? Or don't you like taking him in your mouth?"

"Yes, I really like it. It pulsates so nicely then!" Silke's voice sounded hoarse.

"Well, you see. This position is the best way for them to feel your ensnared body with their hands, you know? It makes them wild and will-less! And you can come in between, that is, if they do it well!" She laughed again. "Does my brother do it well?" Inquiring!

"Yes, he's good at it!" Hesitantly.

Unbelievable! Klaus was blown away!

"Well, you see. Or it's also good for him to lie next to him so that he has your legs next to his face. You do it to him with your hands and mouth. He'll purr against your legs while he licks and kisses them. He'll lick your shoes too!"

"Yes, I saw Klaus do that yesterday!" Giggles again!

What had his stepmother seen him do last night?

He felt hot and cold at the same time! Shit, she had been watching him. His legs went weak. He was still standing in the hallway and could only hear her, not see her. Now he didn't dare move at all. How embarrassing! He had to leave his parents' house. He would never be able to look his stepmother in the eye again. He heard her say: "It looked kind of cool!"

Oh boy!

"Well," Carla's voice softened, "I also find it arousing when Josef wears tights. His thing, covered in that wafer-thin fabric, amazing!"

"Gosh Carla," he heard Silke say, "I completely misjudged you, "and apparently you haven't had much fun in recent years because Hans is too shy. I'll fax him a message to the hotel later. I'm sure he'll be surprised!"

Klaus was just about to sneak off when Carla said: "Well, if you don't want to do anything with Klaus, I mean, I assume he should already have my legs!"

"Hey, Carla! You're talking about my stepson and your nephew!"

"So what? Josef also learned it from his aunt. As far as I can tell, very well indeed. Better than from some inexperienced girl who laughs at him when he tells her he likes nylon. Girls don't understand that these days! Think back to your youth. You would have been shocked too and thought the guy was crazy. For you, it's just a fabric, but for some it's a very desirable one!"

The incredible sex of two gorgeous women

Klaus had just finished listening to what he had just heard, but his penis was just coming to life. His aunt, his father's hot-as-a-rat sister, wanted to give him her legs to touch. Unbelievable! But then came the surprising question from this mad woman: "Have you ever touched a nylon leg other than your own?" Silence.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Carla almost whispered and he had to lean forward behind the door to hear her next words, "I mean, since you've probably never touched a man's leg in nylon, have you ever touched one at all?"

Silence again, then: "Carla, you don't mean...?"

"Yes, come on, don't be coy. Touch mine. You must know what it feels like for Hans. Give me your hand!"

Then there was a long silence!

He could literally see her placing his mother's hand on her thigh.

Still speechless!

Klaus took a few quiet steps forward to finally get a picture of this scene. His hard-on was already pressing like mad against the inside of his pants. He carefully peeked through the ten-centimetre-wide gap in the ajar living room door. He saw them both! On the couch next to each other! They both had their legs crossed. Their shiny, shimmering black tights caught his eye. On their feet were the high-heeled pumps, Carla's in black, Silke's in white, their skirts had ridden up quite high, i.e., the slit of his mother's skirt ended at the silky base of her bottom. And her gaze stared in disbelief at her hand, which slowly stroked along her sister-in-law's nylon leg.

Klaus almost thought he could hear the slightly scratchy sound her palm was making.

"See, it's nothing bad, is it?" His aunt looked at her sister-in-law curiously and when she looked up and looked at her too, her eyes cleared a little.

Carla's hand lay on Silke's and ran it up the side of her long thigh on the inside.

Klaus recognized the dramatic moment and his breath caught in his throat. He saw his mother's hand flinch back but continue to maintain contact with the fabric.

"If Klaus comes now...!" She looked uncertainly at the temptress.

"He's probably still at school. Besides, he doesn't have a key to my apartment!"

Carla's voice sounded reassuring - but also hoarse and heavy. She gazed fixedly into the troubled eyes of her "victim", his mother! And she no longer thought about the fact that she had only left the front door ajar.

If you only knew! Klaus involuntarily put his hand on the bulge in his trousers.

"But Hans! If he finds out...!"

"Not from me!" Now Carla leaned over to Silke and their red lips touched very slowly. They kissed tenderly. Slowly at first, then more vigorously. Klaus could soon see their tongues playing with each other!

Unbelievable! But so horny!

And their hands! Now Carla was also working on Silke's thighs. There was no stopping it now! His mother and aunt were about to show him original lesbian sex in tights, patent leather pumps and all the trimmings!

He could already see the two women's crossed legs standing next to each other and spreading apart. Carla's was quicker, his mother's took a little longer. His aunt bravely slipped between them and was soon in the middle. It was now clear who was taking the lead here, as Silke leaned back and let Carla have her way. Her lap stretched out towards the expert hand and - was she already moaning?

Apparently. Klaus heard a soft gasp. His aunt occasionally opened his mother's blouse by briefly taking her hand out of her lap, only to sink it back in again more forcefully. Her head bent lower and devoted herself to the magnificent boobs! As she did so, she revealed Silke's face, her eyes closed with pleasure, breathing heavily and her red lips half-opened and smeared. She now let out small, sharp cries, because Carla's fingers certainly knew exactly where the sensitive spots were that gave women pleasure. Through her tights, she massaged her now louder sister-in-law's pussy vigorously. Full of his own flaring lust, he watched his mother's body as it thrust more and more wildly and demandingly against his aunt's nimble fingers and before Klaus knew it, her body suddenly jerked up and down spasmodically and a surprised cry escaped her mouth from deep in her throat!

"Oooaaahhh... yaaaaahhh... aaah!"

Silke tossed back and forth on the sofa under Carla's caresses and he suddenly felt himself rising uncontrollably and with a barely suppressed scream he unloaded into his pants! His cramping fingers did the rest. It had just been too much!

But it wasn't over yet!

Now Silke went on the attack! Her hand went back between Carla's rapidly opening shimmering thighs, which she had left in the meantime because of her helpless flailing in the air, and lo and behold, his aunt now also leaned back with relish and let Silke have her way! It was almost similar and didn't take long either. The only difference was that both women came together because Carla had of course continued with her sister-in-law.

The madness! The hammer! The hands jerking each other off on the splayed crotches of these gorgeous, mature creatures, who were panting their lust loudly and irrepressibly into the air! He looked in disbelief at his mother's large breasts, which his aunt had freed from the bodysuit, on which slight traces of red could still be seen, caused by Carla's lips! And he kept staring at the twitching legs, which were spread wide and shimmering glamorously on high heels in front of the couch. A horny scenario - as if painted for a nylon fetishist!

Slowly, the two women calmed down and he heard Carla laugh and say: "And tomorrow we'll do sixty-nine!" They both laughed. Liberated. Silke not quite so convincingly. And Klaus made sure he got out of the apartment as quickly as possible. He had seen and heard enough - exciting things that he wouldn't forget for the next few days. Not for a second!

Unfulfilled silky longing

Hans lay on his hotel bed in Berlin and thought about the redhead who had sat opposite him at the conference this afternoon. She was the assistant to the PR fuzz who wanted to market his product. When she walked in, on high, black heels, with the endlessly long, shimmering legs that ended in the skimpy mini that he had first thought was a belt, the room was silent for a moment and all you could hear was the clacking of her heels on the shiny black laminate floor. He had the feeling that his penis was moving like a divining rod in the direction of her nylon legs. And vibrated in the process. A little too violently, because the blood rushed in. He felt hot and cold and slid restlessly back and forth.

Hans was glad when the meeting was over, because if he hadn't been able to see the legs, but only get a glimpse of them, he would make every conceivable contortion to catch a glimpse. Naturally, the pen fell under the table and he was able to take a quick look at where he had once played as a ten-year-old, on a beautiful woman's entwined legs, back then with his not exactly beloved sister Carla. He suddenly remembered how she had teased him after finding out that he liked looking at and stroking her legs. She never missed an opportunity to let him touch her under the table. At breakfast, at dinner, and once when she was getting dressed, when he surprised her and put his hands around her thighs. She had looked at him shyly for a moment, apparently finding it a little arousing, but when she saw that he was getting hard, she laughed and pulled away from him.

Except for that one night, the night they had to share a bed together on a summer vacation trip somewhere in Bavaria, a stopover in the mountains where it was raining outside and the river behind the guesthouse was rushing under the window.

The narrowness of the single bed, the warm body next to him, which somehow nestled against him in a very inviting way. His hands, which didn't dare to reach over. His pelvis, which, as if magically attracted, slowly moved in her direction, her bum, which fit exactly in his lap in this spooning position, her nightgown riding up...!

Overwhelmed by this sudden memory, Hans began to masturbate. He often had this fantasy in front of his eyes since then and played it over and over again. Half reality, half wishful thinking, he no longer knew exactly what had actually happened.

Wrong - he knew exactly what had happened! Because he had carefully pulled down his pyjama bottoms and so his member lay against her butt, which didn't move and he listened intently to see if she continued to breathe regularly in her sleep, which she apparently did! Then came the realization: the slut was wearing tights and he rubbed himself infinitely carefully on her nylon on her firm, round bottom. He could still feel the helplessness and boundless lust that gripped him because he wasn't allowed to touch the material on her thighs with his curious hands and today, in his imagination, he could do anything: he was allowed to stroke, press, squeeze, rub and rotate on the wonderful, silky body next to him. And he cum! He was allowed to cum! Back then, he had had a hard-on all night and rubbed himself against her silky bottom as slowly as a shifting dune. Only more pleasurably!

He enjoyed this relaxing, pleasurable trip into the silky dreams of his youth. And mixed it with the convincing, wonderfully shimmering arguments of the redhead in the present. Then back to Carla's silky legs...! And perhaps Silke's as well...!

Today and now he splashed into the silence of the hotel room and regretted himself in his longing for fulfilment like back then, but when he got home again, then, yes, then he wanted to finally confess to Silke what was bothering him, why he always went through the stocking departments in department stores and that he could recognize all the brands. He finally wanted to fulfil his longing for perfect sex and love the woman who would make it possible for him.

There was a knock on the door to the room. Wasn't it possible to masturbate in peace? He hastily cleaned his hand with a paper napkin and pulled up his pants before opening the door.

Hi Butter Cookie, are you okay? I have a surprise for you when you get home! xxx S.

This mysterious fax with a large painted heart on it was handed to him by a pageboy.

Oh Silke, if you only knew how much I would like you to wrap your legs in nylon for me one day...! That would be a really great surprise. He had never dared to talk to her about it. Or about sex in general. It had never really been a problem, always very nice, but lately he had missed that special thrill. The other day he even had a relapse into old times by surprisingly going down on Carla's legs. What a wonderful feeling! So familiar - but forbidden and yet so hot! She had just grinned. His sister certainly didn't have any problems with fetishes. She was much more relaxed about it and understood a lot more about secret desires than Silke. It was actually his own fault, but he would change that now. Why not now? They were only 500 kilometres apart! He had to stay here for three more days. She should just come here! He dialled her number.

It rang several times, then: "Hi Butter Cookie! Fax received?" Butter cookie was a pet name that dated back to one of their first encounters. He had offered her a butter cookie on the train because she had pinned over him so fondly. Back then!

"Hi. What are you up to? And what surprise do you have for me?"

"I won't tell you. But you'll be happy when you're back home! Otherwise, I'm watching TV! It's so boring without you." A lie! She stood in front of her closet and checked her new wardrobe!

"Well, I thought... you might like to come here... to my place... It's a nice spa hotel and if we like it, we'll hang on for a few more days. It's going well, but I really miss you!"

Wow! What were those sounds suddenly? Silke could hardly believe it. "What, come here? When?"

"If you want, right now, but I think it's better if you come tomorrow afternoon, then I'll have the rest of the day. Maybe we'll have lunch with the PR people, but I'd like you to be there, you know?"

Especially because of the redhead. A dangerous situation. He had never cheated on Silke before.

"Do you really want that? I'd love to come tomorrow. I'll bring the surprise with me!"

"What is it? Tell me already?"

"Then it's no longer a surprise - but you'll love it! I'm sure you will!"

"Okay! Arrange everything with Klaus. He can eat at Carla's. Well, if he wants to. Tell him you'll be back in four days. Give him enough pocket money, he won't miss us!"

If you only knew! Klaus and Carla!

My God, could she actually leave the house under the new circumstances? Oh, what the hell!

"I'm coming!"

"Great!" Hans was delighted. He thought of something. Why not start with the new line right away. A little shyly, he said: "Oh yes... by the way... you remember the TV report the other day, about the swingers' club... it's right near here... if you want... just have a look, you know?"

Silence.

"Well... sure, why not? Great!" What was going on now? Her husband was somehow suddenly so different.

"See you tomorrow! Kisses!" Hans could hardly believe it either! What was going on with his wife?

And she had just decided to make the surprise even more surprising. She would leave straight away. And she packed everything she needed.

"So, you're going up to Carla's tomorrow after school. She's got something for you to eat. She knows and she'll look after you while we're away!" Well, hopefully not too intense, Silke suddenly thought.

"What's going on with you? Second spring or something?" Klaus was surprised by his mother's sudden eagerness.

Neither of them had said a word about the moment in her closet. And he wouldn't say anything about what he had seen upstairs with Carla in the afternoon. His cock was still stiff from masturbating just before his mother knocked on the door. She hadn't been at all surprised that he was already covered up under his bedding. He had simply had to ease himself, for the second time, wanting to turn the images from the afternoon into a fantasy.

"I'll leave you enough money. Don't spend it all at once. Invite a few friends. We'll be back in about four days."

"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore!"

"I know! You're already rummaging through my underwear!" She smiled mischievously at him.

And you reach into my aunt's stockinged crotch and come violently under her fingers!

"That's all right! Don't worry about it! We can talk on the phone every day if you want! Make yourselves comfortable!" Somehow Klaus thought his father was in for a big surprise! If his wife was still making the long journey to Berlin late at night, something must have gone right. He could do with a bit of relaxation! And so could he himself! He could only think of one sentence in his head: "Well, if you don't want to do anything with Klaus, I mean, I assume he should already have my legs!"

A short time later, Silke was already driving on the highway. It was already midnight. But her thoughts were already at her destination!

There was Hans, to whom she now wanted to give everything, everything she had experienced in the last few hours. They would have sex in tights. And Hans would love it. And somehow she was already into it.

It was so wet in her crotch, she was already sliding back and forth. Fuck, why had she actually put on jeans? Comfortable, yes, but not if you wanted to reach in quickly! Her clitoris was so swollen - she hadn't felt it like that for a long time. And how it itched! Her hand automatically went to her crotch! She could also control it with one hand. She placed a finger on the bulging area and pressed on it. It was wonderful! Oooaahh, yes, that's exactly how it should be. She slowed down and only after she had finished, controlled and alone at the wheel, did she know that this night would be THE night when things would change in her marriage!

Klaus and Lars confess their silky desires to each other

What was he supposed to do? Did Carla mean what she said? But she didn't know that he had overheard it. She would certainly laugh at him, after all, this Josef was good enough for her as a lover. Besides, she had only said that he could touch her legs once. Or did she really mean that he was allowed to do it to himself - or even better, between them?

Questions upon questions, but he was willing to solve them in the next four days! This afternoon, his friend Lars came to visit anyway.

He found a note at home: 'I'm at Josef's. I've put food in the microwave for you. I'll be in touch tonight! Kiss Carla!

Kiss Carla? What was that all about?

Then the doorbell rang and Lars came in. After the two boys had shared the meal, they went to his room.

Lars said: "It's cool that you can be alone all day, just with your aunt!"

"Why?"

"Well, she's a hot chick, that Carla! Man, if she lived in our house, I wouldn't have a minute's peace!"

"Give me a break. She's already in her late forties! And she was just waiting for you!"

"But she still looks great! Great figure, really! And great legs!"

"That's right! The figure is great!" And his friend seemed to have noticed his aunt's beautiful legs too.

If only Lars knew what he knew! He was getting hot again at the thought of possibly touching the nylons on Carla's long legs!

"Hand me my school bag," said Lars, "I want to show you something!"

Klaus gave it to him and Lars took out a magazine.

"What's that?"

"You'll see! It's got the hottest legs you've ever seen!"

It was a glossy magazine. With women in stockings, suspenders, and tights.

"Wow, they're so hot! Where did you get that?"

"Well, from the sex store around the corner! Are you into that too? I mean, legs, er..., nylon and stuff?"

" Um... well... sure!"

"Wow, awesome. I'm totally into that. Especially legs in tights. Like my mother sometimes, or your, er, stepmother. Or your aunt Carla!" Lars was now completely in his element. "Well, don't tell me you haven't dreamed of doing it with an older woman!"

And Klaus also dropped all doubts now. "Of course, I have! I imagine it would be great! Especially when they have legs like that. I can do that!"

"Exactly. I told you, your aunt, I could do her right away...!"

"You only think that."

"I'm just saying, in my imagination. When was the last time you jerked off?"

"Just yesterday!" If only Lars knew what images he had had in mind! His cock still hurt!

"So, who were you thinking about?"

Klaus couldn't tell him that he had watched his mother and aunt having sex. And in tights to boot.

"Well, sometimes I think about my aunt or...!"

"Or what? Why don't you say it? Your stepmother!"

"Sometimes I do!"

They were both silent for a while and Klaus leafed back and forth through the booklet. They were cool photos, but they were still a bit of a contrast to reality.

Then Lars said: "I saw something the other day...!"

"Like what?"

"I was watching my parents. They were lying in bed and were, you know...!"

"Screwing them? Unbelievable! Tell me!"

"Exactly. But the way they did it, crazy!"

"Tell me at last! How did they do it?"

"My mother, you know she's a bit chubby, plump thigh, but not ugly...! Great tits! Man, you should see them!"

"No, I actually find them rather... um... don't get me wrong, quite okay, um... rather sexy even! Tell me, what did they do that was so special?"

"Well, they had... I mean... they were both wearing tights... My old man too...!"

"Really? That's amazing! And?"

"Nothing and! She on top, he on the bottom! She totally rode him. I'll never forget how her tits flew. And my mother has huge tits, I tell you!"

"Awesome! Go on! How long did it take? Didn't they see you?"

"No. I actually had to go to the toilet and their bedroom door was open an extra centimetre. I watched everything from the dark hallway. It took a long time. They were already there when I got there. But, hey, my old man wears tights! I wouldn't have thought him capable of it!"

"Oh, I think tights are good too!" Klaus wondered whether he should confess to Lars about the tights his mother had seen him wearing.

"Yes, of course, always on women's legs. Are you wearing them yourself?" Lars seemed to be able to read minds.

"Well, never really, but the day before yesterday, I rummaged through my mother's wardrobe and put some on."

"Really? And then?"

"Well, then I made it for myself!"

"Awesome dude! I have to try it out too! Shall we go and see what else is in the wardrobe?"

"What?"

"Come on, let's snoop in the closet!"

"You must be crazy! No, we're not doing that!"

"If you don't want to snoop around your parents' house, why don't we go upstairs and have a look at your aunt's? I'm sure she has some sharp stuff in the cupboard! I'm sure you have a key. Besides, she wrote on the note that she won't be back until tonight. She's probably been cumming all afternoon! Hahaha!"

The key was hanging on the key rack. Klaus didn't know why, but he found the idea very exciting. It was even more fun with a like-minded person.

Fulfilment at last!

Silke arrived at the hotel in Berlin very early that morning, around four o'clock.

"Room 110. Does your husband know you're coming?" The woman at reception smiled at her. No doubt she was afraid that the guest might not like it if his wife suddenly turned up at the door. There were certainly a lot of cheaters in the hotel.

"Everything's fine. Don't worry. The surprise will be positive!" She laughed and decided to forgo the elevator and went up the stairs to the second floor.

How would Hans react?

She had changed at the last rest stop.

A short, tight skirt, a white blouse, white high-heeled pumps and skin-coloured, very thin tights. All freshly bought with Carla.

Carla, whom she had given an orgasm that afternoon, not to mention her own! What had suddenly happened in her otherwise tranquil family?

Well, and she had cut open her tights, just as Carla had advised. She wasn't wearing any panties and they were almost flowing away again! She had already cumming once on the highway - under her impatient, expert fingers! Through the jeans! Unbelievable!

Then she stood in front of the door. No. 110. She knocked! Timidly at first, then louder. It took a while. She knocked more forcefully now. Or was there someone else in the room?

No. Hans opened the door. Drowsy. Looked her up and down in amazement! Saw her outfit. Was completely speechless!

"Don't say anything," she breathed and pushed him into the room.

Silke had already sat on Hans' knees on the bed before he even realized what was going on. She quickly pulled his briefs down, then bent forward and gave him a blowjob until his cock was rock hard. It only took a short time with this silky surprise attack! She was delighted with her successful surprise and felt his curious and agitated hands on the tights on her thighs. After that, she had immediately come higher and had already had an insane orgasm shortly after his member had disappeared inside her! Hans was still totally dismayed by her sudden appearance in nylon (where did that come from and why weren't the tights an obstacle to penetration?), but he enjoyed the touch of her shimmering thighs as she moved spasmodically on top of him. Filled with lust, he registered his shaft rubbing against her open gusset and couldn't believe it. Totally overwhelmed by this fantasy that had suddenly come true, he squirted uncontrollably a short time later and screamed into her throat, which she pressed onto his with her wide open, red mouth so that he could taste her fresh lipstick!

Unbelievable! Their trembling bodies calmed down only briefly.

"I want you to make all the dreams you've been harbouring for so long come true on me today!" Silke gasped into his mouth. Hans couldn't comprehend it all. The sudden, silky seduction from his beloved wife didn't let his cock weaken for a moment after this first outpouring! He was still in the mood for much more!

When the hotel alarm clock switched on the radio program, Hans woke up and noticed that his wife was lying in front of him in the spoon position. He was still under the positive shock of the early morning when she had ridden him in tights and then immediately afterwards had placed her legs next to his face and had blown and wanked him extensively while he licked and kissed the yarn until he had cum again! How could he explain that? Why was she suddenly in such a mood, knowing about his secret fetish and giving herself over so uninhibitedly?

While he continued to think about it, he touched her hips with one hand and was pleasantly surprised to find that the tights were still wrapped around her body. He stroked them gently, moving from her bottom to her thighs and noticed how his penis was swelling again. He pressed himself more firmly against his quietly breathing wife from behind and soon felt the nylon rubbing over his glans. Almost like Carla back then, he thought, and it briefly occurred to him that she might have something to do with his Silke's transformation! He circled his pelvis and scraped over the structures. Soon his member was stiff and firm and he slid a little deeper. It now penetrated between his thighs from behind and stood in front of the open gusset. With one hand he reached over his sleeping wife and his fingers searched for the hot entrance from the front. When he felt the hot moisture that was still glowing there, he lifted her leg slightly and easily got his glans between them. He gently pushed his lap forward and slid in. With a soft sigh of pleasure, Silke signalled to him half asleep that everything was just right and he pushed himself all the way in.

"Mmmaaaahh... aahh... aahh!" His wife seemed to like it a lot. Infinitely slowly and sweetly, he fucked himself and her towards a new climax on this wonderful morning.

Aunt Carla lets it rip!

In Carla's apartment, late in the afternoon.

"Wow, look at those shoes! And those boots! Man, they're so hot! The woman's on fire!"

It was really unbelievable, but the whole floor of the closet was full of high-heeled pumps in every imaginable shape and colour, metal heels in gold and silver, strappy sandals and high boots and little ankle boots! A land of milk and honey for shoe fetishists. And her stocking collection was phenomenal! A whole drawer full of silky splendour in dark and light shades. Hold-ups, suspender stockings, with seams, without seams, fishnet tights. Everything. But when Lars discovered the section of pantyhose with cut-open gussets, he completely lost it!

"Man, dude, she fucks in those things too. Man, oh man! Look at that! Big holes, small holes, enormous. Oh, I'd love to stick something through there too!"

"I might do that soon!"

"What?"

And then Klaus told the whole story. Lar's eyes got bigger and bigger!

"Unbelievable, dude! Your mother and your aunt? And she really said you could touch her tights?"

"Yes, she did. But I don't know how that's supposed to happen!"

"I'd like to know that too!"

The two young men were so excited, standing in front of the wardrobe with red ears and red cheeks, that they hadn't even noticed Carla, who had come home early, enter the room.

She was already a little angry. But then she grinned mischievously.

Young men in her bedroom, at her laundry! Amusing, isn't it?

"What are we going to do about this situation, men? You're already men, aren't you?"

Klaus wanted to sink into the ground! There stood his aunt, next to him his friend, who was still holding one of Carla's bras in his hands - and she was standing in the doorway, looking at both questioningly!

Did they say: It's not what you think?

Only in the movie! His aunt knew exactly what it was like. He could see that in her face. Fuck, it's all gone. The chance gone! Standing in her bedroom and rummaging through her laundry? No way!

No more nylon touches on her beautiful legs.

"Okay! I guess you'll go into the living room and I'll open some wine, shall I?"

" Um... sure, right Lars?"

"Of course! I'm sorry! I don't know either...!" He finally put the bra back.

And Carla wasn't really shocked. Somehow it all seemed to boil down to the fact that Klaus had had a sexual surge and now she didn't know exactly how to behave!

Yesterday she had told his mother that she would like to let Klaus touch her, but now she was actually in the situation, wasn't she?

When she came into the living room with the open bottle of wine and three glasses, the young men were sitting there, looking dazed. Guilty. Now it was time to salvage the situation.

"Well, Joseph suddenly had to leave, so I came back home to find you here, in my wardrobe, with your boyfriend and you digging through my underwear. What am I supposed to do now?"

But somehow her behaviour seemed to Klaus as if everything wasn't so bad. Nevertheless, he acted guilty. "I don't know, we're sorry, we just wanted to see, well, I don't know...!"

"Tell me, what did you think of the haul?"

"What?"

"I mean, how did you like my lingerie? Good?"

"Oh yes," Lars said quickly, "great! I mean, I'm sure it looks good on you!"

Carla sat down in the armchair in the seating area around a small coffee table. The boys sat slumped next to each other on the sofa and looked at her, at least sometimes. They just couldn't help it! Because, and she suddenly realized this, she was wearing a half-length pencil skirt with a slit at the front and black, shiny seamed stockings (with suspenders, especially for Josef, who couldn't because he had to go away on business). She looked like a hooker, with the mid-height black ankle boots with high silver heels (which Josef loved so much and fucked her fervently in), a see-through white blouse, just a white lace bra underneath and a blazer over it. That had to turn them on, the two of them!

"Everything okay?"

"Yes, yes! We were just about to leave anyway!" Klaus started to feel queasy. She looked so hot!

"Seriously?"

"Yes, we didn't think anything of it," said Lars, "it was my idea. I said let's go upstairs and see what they have in their closet. Klaus is innocent!"

Should she dare? Carla wasn't sure. Could she go for it now? Did she want to? The two of them looked so cute in their shame.

Carla made up her mind. And suddenly felt the heat rising inside her.

"So, Klaus, I won't say anything to your parents. Let's forget it!"

"Okay! Come on, Lars, let's go!" They both jumped up.

She knew she was riding the devil, but she said: "I didn't say anything about going. Don't you find my lingerie collection stimulating?"

They stood there, no doubt registering the change in mood, not knowing exactly how to behave, and Lars said carefully: "It's really good, really, really classy... and you look great, still, really!"

"You've seen everything, haven't you? I mean, the tights with the holes too, right?"

Klaus was very embarrassed when he said: "Yes, I mean, I know why, don't you Lars?"

He looked at him punitively, but replied: "Yes, of course, but let's go now!"

Someone got scared! Carla now leaned back in her chair. Two young lads, full of juice, so why not? What was going to happen, apart from a completely insane fuck?

"Have you ever...?"

"What?" Klaus stuttered.

"Have you ever slept with a woman, I mean a real woman, with a hole in her tights?"

"Come on, Klaus!" Lars was on his way.

"Why do you want to go now, Lars?" Carla's tone became sharper. "Are you suddenly afraid of your own courage?"

Silence.

Incredulous looks.

"I happen to know that Klaus would like to touch stockinged legs. Would you like that too?"

"Umm...!"

"Well?"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to sit back down and own up to what you started!"

" Um... honestly... Auntie... I didn't mean it like that... but I would like to...!" Klaus tried to save his friend.

"Then do it! Come here, touch it!" And she crossed her shimmering legs and stretched out a lower leg towards him. "I dare you, come on!"

Klaus looked at Lars. He looked rather unhappy, but somehow he seemed to want to tell him to get it over with. And there was a gleam in his eye!

What was Klaus supposed to do? It was all he wanted! She looked so awesome, just like in his wet dreams. And now she was inviting him to stroke her legs.

Carla knew what a fine line she was walking, but what was really going to happen? It was too late anyway - her crotch was already more than wet. No one would ever know! She looked at Klaus with a challenge. And he rose hesitantly and then came over to her!

There he stood, in front of his aunt, took her silky leg between both hands and felt - at last - everything! That was wonderful! It felt so good! The warm nylon on the slender leg nestled in his hands and this moment imprinted itself as a strong memory and he already suspected - he would never forget this moment! His breath stood still for a moment and the world didn't really turn. He looked gratefully at this divine woman and her blazing gaze told him: If you've come this far, why don't you take it all?

He was already on his knees, oblivious to his friend and the sight of him squatting there, pressing his mouth to her long shin and then running his tongue along the textures of the black yarn!

Carla was a little surprised by this violent reaction when she realized how much Klaus was feasting on her leg and enjoying it! She watched the other boy, who stared at them both in disbelief!

"You can too, if you like!" She liked the role of lion tamer!

That was it then!

Carla was soon lying more than sitting in the armchair, her legs stretched out long, embraced by greedy, hot hands that ran along them as if possessed, further and further up her thighs, higher and higher, until they reached the lace edges of the seamed stockings! Fingers that hesitated, that crept further up, tapping at her pubis, that flinched, that came again, more exploratory, touching the labia, stroking along them, sliding between them, feeling the wetness, the heat, massaging the hard little spot, eliciting moans, creating a lack of will, driving in, coming from two sides, penetrating her wildly and impetuously at the same time, widening the twitching tightness, exploring folds of skin!

Wide tongues licking at her nylon legs, young mouths breathing heavily, softening the fabric, searching for the reinforced seams at the back of her legs! Jerking laps into which she pressed the soles and heels of her pumps onto the hard cocks and which were sure to shoot their ammunition into the too-tight jeans if she didn't stop!

"Stop," she breathed between heavy gasps, "not so wild, boys! We've got plenty of time, haven't we?" Carla felt herself getting even hornier at the thought: "And how about a little show?"

10 minutes later in the bedroom.

The two young men were lying naked on the bed and not only that: they were gently jerking their pelvises up and down in response to the stimulation they were receiving from their own hands as they watched in disbelief as a honey-coloured, wafer-thin Wolford Individual 10 stretched over the long legs of this insane woman. She had more ordered than advised them to undress, and as they lay on the wide bed, tails twitching, she had opened the closet and reached into the stocking box.

"Which one do you want?" she had asked mischievously, holding up dark and light-coloured tights, making sure that the young men could see the holes in the gussets. After both just grinned at her, drooling, she decided on the individual ones herself. It was always Josef's first choice. Then she began to undress lasciviously. Her blouse, her skirt, then the suspenders with the seamed stockings and the shoes. The stiff penises of Klaus and Lars were itching and pulsating and they couldn't take their eyes off this hot body, on which the large, firm tits now came to the fore, until the aunt slipped on the fine yarn and stood in front of the foot end in just a pair of pantyhose. When they saw the shimmering nylon on her long legs and round bottom, the young men automatically grabbed their stiff limbs. Carla took beige patent pumps with high, pointed 12 cm heels out of the wardrobe and stepped into them. She slowly stalked back and forth in front of the bed and then towards it and her shaved labia, which squeezed through the opening in her crotch, attracted everyone's attention!

Wiggling her hips lasciviously, she came closer, her boobs heaving big and heavy, until the lustful seductress pushed herself onto the bed and ran her tender hands up the young men's thighs! She sat down in the middle and stretched her long legs out towards them. Both wrapped their arms around the coveted, shimmering glories that were now right next to their faces! Klaus licked with relish along the patent pumps up to the fine nylon on her slender ankles and suddenly felt a firm grip on his throbbing member! His lap jerked upwards and went completely out of control when he was also surprised to feel the warmth and tightness caused by her moist mouth and the touch of her nimble tongue around his glans. He looked down at his lap in disbelief, where his aunt's lustful face was gently moving up and down with her mouth full and she was watching him with smiling eyes.

Carla was completely in her element as she began to reveal the glories of oral music to her inexperienced nephew. She now slowly wanked up and down his hot flesh, giving him pleasures he could never have imagined! She enjoyed the astonished look on his face as she fed him stimuli he had never experienced before! She heard him cry out as she teased his frenulum with her fingernails and let her pointed tongue run riot on it until she moved on to carefully nibbling impressions around his shaft with her teeth.

His hands stroked firmly over her ensnared abdomen, which also moved with pleasure, sometimes touching Lar's fingers, which, like his, absorbed the texture of the yarn on the warm skin of the mature woman between them. He saw his friend running his tongue along her shoes and legs with his eyes closed and did the same. Suddenly it became cooler around his glans and Lars suddenly moaned loudly. It was his turn now and he enjoyed it audibly!

Carla continued to wank and suck both cocks, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, feeling them throb and hearing the owners moan when she changed her rhythm. The bulging glans lay like steel balls in her mouth and were wonderful to circle. At the same time, as she plunged a fingernail into the sensitive frenulum, their pelvises twitched and demanded more! She could feel the hands on her stockinged legs, the moisture emanating from the wet mouths to her left and right on the nylon, heard the loud lustful noises from the young men's gasping throats and her own lap flowed away, already twitching violently under the itching sensations of her lust! At last, a hand found its way into her sanctuary and explored it extensively through the open gusset. She braced herself and intensified the stimulation with counter-pressure. She had Klaus' member in her mouth again and let him feel all her experience with this part of her body. Should she let them come like this or should she go to the extreme?

Klaus was about to come when his aunt stood up and knelt between them. Lars and he each had a hand on her thigh and stroked along it. Almost simultaneously, they reached up and each grasped a boob that was firm and full in their hands. They both looked up at Carla, gazed into her lustfully dilated eyes, her half-open lips and looked back down at their cocks, which were twitching between jerking, expert fingers.

His aunt massaged his penis rhythmically up and down, as well as his friend's, whose pelvis shot up with every stroke, just like his own. They both waited eagerly for the next move of this inventive creature, who suddenly moved over to Lars, squatted over him and, with gripping fingers, guided the pink glans to the open gusset and sank it between her labia. Klaus registered this scene in disbelief - this new final level!

His friend moaned loudly, reached up to the big tits of his experienced rider and massaged them with relish! One of Carla's hands moved only slightly around the hard flesh of her nephew lying next to her, whom she didn't forget in her artfulness. But now she was concentrating entirely on her own body and the movements of her pelvis, which was gyrating over the boyfriend's lap. Klaus, meanwhile, enjoyed the sight of the shimmering, shiny tights on her abdomen, wanting to get everything out of Lars. He watched his friend staring entranced at the woman above him, saw the contorted features on his aunt's face as it rose inside her and the sudden opening of her lips, which gave way to a loud scream as she was cumming, hard and long!

"Yaaaa... oooaaahhh... aaaaoooohhhh... oooaaaaahhh... yaaaaaaaa!"

Then came Lars! He cramped his hands into the thighs lying next to him and roared out his pleasure with his eyes closed. Klaus felt the hand that was still jerking him off open and close, just like the vaginal muscle around his friend's member. Carla rode him until he stopped pushing against her from below, then she stood up, released Lars' wet member, quickly came over to Klaus and sank his penis into her hot, smooth cave without any problems. He slid into the slippery sheath as if of his own accord, scraped along the open gusset and moaned loudly with unprecedented delight.

He felt her tight vaginal walls rubbing against his glans and providing him with immeasurable stimulation. He saw her lean down to the side and warm Lars' wet cock with her mouth once more, wanking, and sucking the last of it out of him. Then she straightened up again and devoted herself entirely to him!

Klaus stroked along her thighs on the nylon and pressed his lap against hers. He almost screamed with pleasure and kept massaging the large, bouncing breasts above his face until they sank and swayed back and forth in front of his mouth. He tongued the stiff nipples, licked over the flowing shapes, sucked them into his mouth and felt her greedy mouth milking his cock faster and faster. Her muscle squeezed tightly around his shaft and made the blood pool in his glans! He heard her scream because she was cumming on him again and he couldn't help but open his floodgates and let his thick cum flow through! While he himself cried out loudly, her moaning mouth pressed against his and they absorbed the mutual vocal vibrations of their mutual climax!

Infinite ardour flowed through his abdomen and he gave her everything he had! He embraced her twitching, ensnared buttocks and took in the textures of the tissue. It was the pinnacle of his young life and he would never forget it. As he slowly calmed down, she whispered in his ear that she had rarely come so well!

What more could you want?