The Author

Ny Nyloni

(Say Ny like the ny in nylon)

Germany´s most successful female author of pantyhose eroticism, wife/man-sharing, hotwife 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 men who desire their admirable, mature bodies. From the middle to the end of the last century, pantyhose supplied a delightful, added 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.

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.

Feel invited to…

Masturbation is sex with someone I love very much.

Alvy Singer in Annie Hall

Those who put their hands in their laps do not need to be idle.

Otto Waalkes, German comedian

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

Role model for Kimmie

Sharon Janney @sharonjanney

Well, granted, she's a little older, but she was the cover model for the first edition. And that's how I pictured eighteen-year-old Kimmie. We all have enough fantasy, don't we?

At least in our wet dreams! And this is one of those. We often fly to Mauritius to the Dinarobin Beachcomber Resort. There we have developed many wet dreams in a beach villa and satisfied us with their projections in hot hours of love! Sharon Janney on this pic, alias Kimmie in our minds, was well working template! How we do this, you will read below!

What you can expect by Virgin Kimmie

The author Ny Nyloni and her husband Paul enjoy spending their holidays in Mauritius in a luxury resort. All inclusive. Only this time a young woman is all inclusive too. Kim just turned 18, still virgin, shy and completely inexperienced.

One evening she appears unannounced in their beach bungalow and sees a hot oral gift that Ny offers her husband before dinner. But instead of running away from this situation, she gets invited by the two experienced nylon lovers. And together they start a journey into a lustful world, which is still completely unknown to young Kimmie. "A threesome with a virgin", the successful German title, leaves nothing to be desired and leads the readers deep into the silky wonderland of Ny Nyloni. As always, a delicious pleasure!

Surprise in Ny’s relaxed holiday world

In a Beach Villa on Mauritius

Paul came out of the bathroom stark naked. His beautiful, large penis swayed semi-stiff between his legs. I was instantly seized by a certain horniness, I involuntarily thought of blow jobbing him again on the spot. He had such a beautiful, huge cock, simply unique, and not only for me. When we were in a swingers club, for example, the other women would stare at him, and they would look at me with envious looks. The men of these women were almost in awe of Paul, but also with envious glances, because of me, of course, but that`s just on the side.

My husband saw me already dressed up for the evening sitting on the bed. His eyes spoke volumes about what he was imagining. We often had the same thoughts and in this relaxed wellness holiday we mostly thought of only one thing. Although in this place the happy end massage was only given by me. We were in Mauritius, in the Dinarobin Beachcomber Resort, a 5 stars oasis at an incomparable beach with white coral sand and turquoise colored sea with perpetual 90°F, 30degrees. All inclusive. No wishes remained open. None believe me.

White, airy blouse, orange wrap skirt with batik pattern, wafer-thin 5den tights called Aura5 by Wolford, is no longer produced, but I have a whole stock of them, because even on Capri it is as hot as here. This one in the color of my tanned complexion, yellow 5", 12cm high strappy sandals with only one narrow ankle strap, my classic outfit for dinner on this trip. I was already made up, my curly blonde hair fell long and wavy over my shoulders, my mouth was certainly tempting, but most seductive for my husband were my slightly shimmering nylon legs, extra thin yarn because of the heat, but also because others hardly noticed it, only when they came close enough. The sexual preferences, especially those of my husband, were nobody's business. But no tired mind was interested in here either. We had long since realized that the older men here were not travelling with their well grown daughters. Surely most of the attractive girls at this wonderful place played in the escort upper league.

But there were also quite a few normal couples. Just like us, isn't it?

"Where's Kim?"  My Adonis asked.

"Already at the restaurant. Holding a table."

Kim was special. A quiet girl, slim, almost skinny. Shy, in fact she seemed a bit autistic. Which she was. Her parents took great care of her and over a drink with a cocktail umbrella the mother had told me a lot about her daughter's special personality. And that she was pleased that she seemed to be so open-minded about us. A young lady now, we had estimated her at fifteen, but the day before yesterday her 18th birthday was celebrated. She had also invited us to the celebration, somehow, she had made friends with me, lying by the sea, sometimes putting sun lotion on my back. And so, she often just came to our bungalow, located directly at the beach, which we never locked, something like that was not necessary here. Or she lay down with us on one of the beach sunbeds that were available everywhere and asked me holes in my stomach. She seemed to have recognized me for what I was: an exceptionally interesting species of my gender, aren`t me?

When we offered for today that she could stay with us, we would keep an eye on her, her parents had not really insisted on taking her with them. Surely, they were happy to have a whole day to themselves, in a completely different part of the island, a candlelight dinner somewhere maybe. Or just fucking in a lonely place.

Little Kim was very independent and could easily spend the time with herself. In her parents' bungalow or doing stand-up paddling with us, but also at one of the tables of the bar on the beach if she had her tablet with her. She could surf for hours, on the internet, not on the water!

Now I was much more interested in the man standing in front of me. I had just given him a blowjob in the shower, that he had forgotten space and time, and then sat on it standing up before he could come. And after I had redeemed myself multiple times, I had dismounted, again without waiting for his end. Because that was our motto for today for the day long before we took over the babysitting; delayed enjoyment. Stalling him. Thinking of only about the one thing the whole long time all over the long and lovely day! Although, in this case, I did not have to keep these boundaries. After all, I was supposed to delay especially his pleasure. He wanted to be horny all day long. He had already had three ruined orgasms today. More than shimmering little drops of moisture had not come out with him so far. I knew each of his pleasure levels inside out. Especially his penultimate one I mastered excellently. His cock should be loaded and ammunition like a big weapon! And he certainly was just now!

"You look hot."

"I know, I still am wet." And I looked at him the same way. And at his dick, which had been at least half-mast for half the day. And that was a lot, given Paul's size, we called it lovingly the Giant!

He took his smartphone off his desk, wiped it clean and held the switched-on video cam live up to me.

"That's the way I want you now again! And then again, when we watch this film later at the flat screen. Tonight, then I'm finally going to cum on those silky legs by rubbing on it!" I knew the scenario all too well, and I felt as hot as he did by that imagine. He came closer. I noticed his thing was getting bigger, so I smiled at him and accepted the arrangement. Then I opened my mouth in a temptingly luring manner.

Late night.

The angle from above, practically Paul's view of things, irritated me at first. I saw myself sitting there on the bed, smiling horny into the lens, just opened my white blouse, looked really hot, knew how wet I had suddenly been. The camera filmed my cleavage, sucked hard on the full, browned bosom meat in it, so that's what it looked like. Another pan further down, my wafer-thin stockinged thighs shimmered vaguely from the slit hem of the tightly wrapped skirt, you could see the fine structure of the wafer-thin nylon. Then suddenly Paul's thick glans protruded into the picture, the foreskin was already pulled back, maybe he had just done that himself because of the impression. Huge and bulging, shining pink, almost threatening, with a firm wreath. Quickly my Ferrari-red fingernails appeared, almond-shaped sharpened, they crept along the underside of the thick shaft, and I know that I looked for his most sensitive spot there as if with spider legs. We called that spot Pointie, as my readers know. His penis frenulum. The cock teetered high, I seemed to have found it. In fact, he filmed the three times I made it jump up, because I knowingly teased him with pleasure there, where he liked it best. Then my face appeared very close. Man, did I look horny, such red, wet lips, so excited, full of lust and my already big mouth was wide open, then the thick glans disappeared completely in this. You could hear a moan, his. And I also think I made a horny noise myself, shortly before I already heard it. I'm sure. The surface of my tongue rubbed Pointie and his glans wings. I am used to do that every time with every man, but you can't see it. But now I let his flesh go and you could watch how I let it dance on the tip of my tongue from underneath and I grinned into the camera with cheeky eyes.

"Ny, stop!"

I remember being startled and quickly realizing what was happening, ashamed, wanting to sink into an imaginary hole of the carpet. And that my husband should disappear into the bathroom again instantly.

But he stopped, he had only retreated by a tail length. The camera had been quickly panned around by him, in the picture now the daughter of our holiday acquaintance, with a face that could not be interpreted. How long had she been standing there watching the doing-weird-things-people?

Hopefully we had not traumatized her now! Oh man, this could get bad. But she seemed all right. And even smiled!

Autistic girls to me, who smile did not seem to be in disorder.

"It's all good!" Still, it had couldn't hurt for me to give her a hint. Somehow, I suddenly felt very calm. I noticed my husband's eyes. ...and he kept filming! What the fuck, Paul, I thought! No, joke!

And so, I watched the scene further on the flat screen of the bungalow suite.

"Alright Ny, what are you doing?" She walked back and forth a bit but didn't run away. The camera panned back on me.

"It's fine. sweetie!" Did I really say that? "It's only Paul."

At the bottom of the picture, you could see "only Paul" his giant.

"But... you just gave him a blow job."

I remember wondering at that moment how she knew that expression, but maybe she isn't just watching the daily news on her tablet.

The camera pulled up a bit, now we both could be seen, Kim shyly came closer. Further, the camera operator stood with everything he had. His huge boner wasn't barely to ignore! You could see the little one staring at it, more curious than shocked.

"How do you know it's called blow job, Kim?"

"Ny, I'm not stupid."

Ny's just my nom de plume. It's not my real name, but we'll stick to that here. Besides, Paul, also a nom de plume, used to call me Ny when he was horny.  So, he normally calls me that as ever, since he gave me this nickname.

Anyway, on this day of delayed enjoyment!

I remember thinking, that's enough now, let's just end the discussion, forget the introductory scene, start all over again, let's just go to dinner.

But I was kind of intoxicated, still had the taste of freshly blown dick in my mouth and Paul was visibly horny. His manhood was hard as Krupp steel! I was also curious what would happen, otherwise I wouldn't be me, right?

This young lady suddenly seemed to me old enough for adult realities and somehow, she seemed to be much more experienced at that moment than her surroundings suspected that she was capable of. Kim's autistic disposition did the rest, but that has no effect on her sexual performance. I was much more optimistic in my assessment of her sexual development. For me, there appeared a curious, eighteen year coming of age suddenly in our room! And, by the way, she was hot!

The camera filmed my budding lust in close-up and finally my fingers were again around the hard giant of my devoted husband. They massaged it a bit, nice and slowly between two slim pincer fingers, my trademark, they glided back and forth. With my thumb I tightened the frenulum, irritated it skillfully. I heard his quiet, pleasurable moaning.

Looking at my sophistication on the large screen in front of our bed suddenly turned me on even more, I had to groan as well, just like my husband. Because in front of and on top of me lay Paul on the wide king size. If this had been filmed from above with a drone, we would look like a human plus sign. We crossed on my thighs. So rather on the one of me, which I had spread a little bit so that I could get my hand into my crotch. There you would see my flaming red fingernails, gently circling in the open gusset of a mocha-colored Wolford Satin Touch 20den (Fuck the heat!), doing valuable work and making the boiling volcano twitch! And you could see Paul's gorgeous ass moving gently rotating over my thigh, because underneath he pressed his huge stiff, 10"by 3", 25 by 7cm, into the fine meshes of the nylon.!

"Unbelievable!" Kim seemed thrilled with the action and my husband's anatomy.

Camera pan on her face, she was not at all indignant and slowly she came closer to us.

"Yes, come over here. Have you ever touched one of these?" When I heard myself talking like this, I felt my sudden hot tension again and how I had looked at her. But I was still frightened, because she quickly took a few steps and suddenly sat next to me. She was wearing almost the same clothes as I was, only no pantyhose, of course, but rather high cork sandals with wedge heels. Not bad, I thought, I remembered that.

My husband seemed to have nerves of steel, he just kept filming everything, right up close. And at the below bottom of the picture, I briefly pressed a sharp red nail into his most sensitive nerve endings. You could hear a groan. And then you could tell that I was excited by the thought of watching him, not just twitching under my own fingers, which were again in slowly action on my itching bud!

Kim glanced briefly at the martyred limb, then up because Paul groaned, and then back down on the stiff temptation. And into my horny eyes. What she noticed there did not seem to upset her, for it was in that moment that she realized what was possible!

"Oh, boy." Near me, she shuddered as she recognized the dimensions - and not only those of our situation!

Now the huge came quite close our faces, because I pulled at Paul's pole. He reacted willingly.

"You don't really want that, Kim?" My breathed words. "Yes, you want, won't it?" It was clear to see.

But Kim hesitated, looking up at the camera operator questioningly.

"All good, Kimmie?" It was my husband's voice as he noticed.

The small, hot face of Kim looked straight into the camera again. "Not a word to my parents, OK?"

"I promise." What else could Paul say?

"You either, promise?" I saw myself nodding.

If I had been baffled, that would have been the expression as I was looking at her. Kim had suddenly become someone else entirely. But I had not been baffled. I knew her thoughts, her wishes!

As it went on, my hand reappeared, the whole penis was now visible, and I rubbed it with all my fingers along the long shaft. I saw my smiling face, reddish in highly excitement, just like the one of young Kim.

The knowledge of what was about to happen, made my fingers worked with my tickler more intensive, when I was looking! I watched on the large flat screen as I took the thick glans back into my mouth and slowly moved it back and forth. Horny!

One saw Kim with big eyes and half-open mouth sitting speechlessly next to it. She looked at first timidly, but then only to it. Fascinated, interested! Also getting horny!

"Now you?" In fact, a short time later, I gave over her the wet dick. My saliva and the bold red of my lipstick were clearly visible. The camera moved up a little, taking expressions of both women. A kingdom for Paul's thoughts!

Meanwhile it rubbed itself quite violently on my thigh while watching.

Kim looked with respect at the throbbing giant.

"Why don't you touch it, won't hurt me!" My husband had warm words. He just held the cam on it, but I know how horny he was at that moment and that he could not wait to find out how it would feel.

I watched myself take her hand, me guiding it. I still felt her first hesitantly resistance, shy, she looked me in the eyes and then decided to go on the offensive, because by then she was already on the object of desire! Carefully she closed the narrow hand with her fingers around the thick shaft behind the glans. She hardly got her thumb and forefinger closed as a ring and carefully jerked back and forth twice!  You could hear a moaning from above, behind the camera! Later Paul told me how infinitely cool it had been.

And now he had to stop his lustfully rubbing for a moment on my thigh which was pressing against him from below. A premature ending would not be so conducive to the further screening of the film now.

"Oh man, guys!" Kim let go, flinched away again but didn't really turn away.

"How does it feel to you?" I look feverish, but I take the orphaned tail again and rub it.

"Hot! Wild!" Kim looks at me with an excited look. "Alive!"

I know, that in that moment I realized that she wanted it, but didn't dare admit it, and it was because of me, because I was Paul's wife, the the rightful owners of that dick after all. The camera caught our tension and how I whispered something into her ear. When I look at it now, I get just as wet as I suddenly became there as I said: "If you really want to, you are welcome to do it. I would like to see it with pleasure. And I'm sure Paul won't mind, believe me."

Suddenly we both looked up liberated into the camera, and then my naked hubby took another step forward. Again, our heads shrugged to him. It looked as if we playing "The older one teaches the younger girlfriend." Like MomTeachSex on Pornhub.

And nothing else was about to happen. The aim of the game was: I share my husband's beautiful cock with the lust of another woman - and get horny by myself!

Kim touched the giant again. Carefully. I helped her.

"It's not made of glass, you know!" I guided her fingers and put pressure on them. The camera zoomed in now, for a few moments you could only see my bosom, then the silky legs that had appeared from the slit in the dress, not quite chastely together, but spreaded, then above it again our two hot faces, close in front of the big glans, the thick shaft, at which our rubbing hands were together in action now.

"So? How is it?" Kim asked it up to the cameraman.

"Wonderful! Just right." My Paul, the old charmer.

Now, I took control again. Opened my mouth, brief looking at my young coworker, then I see myself blow jobbing again, right next to that nosy and excited Kim face.

I remember the throbbing lance teased by tongue in my velvet mouth, twitching between our jerking off fingers. I know that I remembered how close it must been built to cum by now. And soon, he would got to feel Kim, an alleged virgin!

Then comes my favorite scene: I pull my mouth back, hold the bulging wet glans against hers.

My fingers grasp the thick root at the end and then it pulsates there like stupid, I remembered that for sure! It's just her lips at first, briefly kissing the tip, softly gliding over it, but went away again, she looks at me first, then up at my husband.

"Should I really?" You can't see the quick nod at the top of the picture. I am now watching myself getting incredibly horny, as her face resolutely leans forward, her little mouth opens wide, and then she also takes hold, close to my hand at the root, her lips widen, take more and more, you can see the teeth, they touch the pink flesh, the last thickness comes, until the wreath of glans suddenly disappears, everything is in it and the lips sensually close around the shaft. I remember the wild throbbing in my husband's twitching cock, hear his sudden groaning in the film and see how I watch it from close, how he lingers in her delicious mouth and how she works in it. Then she retreats, suddenly, hastily!

Kim had to cough and swallow. It's just saliva, fortunately, I was thinking of something else at the time. She finally laughs. Looks ashamed, then happy, with a desire for more!

"So? She's good, isn't she?" I too look up at the camera and get hornier and hornier. And then see me stick out my tongue and run it around Paul's glans.

"Join in!" In fact, she imitates me right away. I can still feel the tip of her tongue when we touch.

"And now there!"

The camera shakes as I focus on Paul's Pointie. Thereby I hold the cock steeply upwards, so that we both much better tickling well the spot and we can watch this so much better in the movie, the camera now almost sideways beside it! Unbelievable horny!

We, the observers on the bed realized moaning how the girls on the screen get going. Always alternating. With a lot of swirls!

The thousand erogenous zones of men converging at one point!

The shot moves close, you can see the devotion in our faces. I know that I had forgotten that it was Kim beside me, I concentrated completely on my husband's lust and how I make it knock especially hard in his cock, and how it twitched even more when it was Kim's turn. I showed her what you could do with this wonderful manhood, jerked with pincer fingers, scratched with my fingernails, nibbled on Pointie, taut it tight, and in a very close up you could see the tips of our tongues digging into its nerve endings! I left her alone exploring his lust, measurable by the increasing noise level, and devoted myself to his scrotum, sucking on the shaved sack, flicking by tongue around, gnawing it carefully, tenderly squeezing it with my hands. Kim came to my aid, I glided up again alone, now sucking him with a full mouth. I never got Deep Throat right at Giant, but I did get it pretty deep now! Owner's moaning was continuous and increasing. And I know that I also heard the little sweetie moaning with lust! We put our mouths to the cock from both sides and as we snaked over the end of the glans, we kissed. And in the movie, you can see how that electrified us! And Paul as well!

Instantly, my husband ejaculated violently on the two kissing women's faces and the younger one was the first to open her mouth wide to him!

At this moment it splashed warm and wet on my thigh, and I came too - screaming loudly!

The watching of the video was over for now, I rolled him around, briefly swallowing the last cum, mounted on my man and rode more climaxing into the sunrise.

Paul's relaxed holiday world.

Soft tantric music filled our bungalow on the white beach under palm trees. Bluetooth is something wonderful. My wife lay close to me on the wide bed. A wet dream came true, as always! I saw the fine nylon structure of honey-colored 10den on her long legs, slightly tinted like her tanned complexion. My eyes continued to wander across her endless, angled legs, where the cream-colored pumps with red soles and high, pointed 6 inches, 14cm, high heels pressed two indentations into the white sheet. Above the cuff of the Wolford tights, she was naked. Her full boobs lured to caress, seductively large next to me, her neck above seemed slender and erotic at that moment, the long blonde hair spread out slightly curled like a fan on the blue linen pillow. The Ferrari-red lipstick accentuated her great, experienced mouth, half-open already with pleasure. Her otherwise so alert eyes were closed, her purple eye shadow giving her something exotically wicked. No wonder, we made love in our very own way.

Now she twitched again, and the thin, slender body that was sitting next to her on the edge of the bed, Kim, began to move as well. My manhood was in fully power, and I looked down at me where Ny was gently scratching underneath my glans with her beautiful red fingernails like she usually does with her teeth when she's blow jobbing, only to push her back into itching Pointie and drive me up in a my blood-pounding way, with faster and faster rubbing movements on this spot! I could only guess what her other hand was doing in the lap of the young woman. But I was certain that it was exactly the right thing to do! Ny's face turned to me now and I saw a burgeoning orgasm in her lust distorted facial expression.

Half an hour ago it had been different...

***

I gently pressed her labia together, squeezed the clitoris between the slippy lips, which was spasming violently and a first uncontrolled sound escaped her beautiful, freshly made-up mouth. It was the beginning of our tantric-like relaxation. After an early bath in the warm Indian Ocean directly in front of our beach bungalow and a light, Mauritian breakfast spread over the lazy morning, we relaxed at this noon and caressed tenderly and expertly the most sensitive parts of our increasingly highly sensitive sexual organs.

Little Kimmie, as we lovingly called her now, hadn't shown up again anymore since yesterday. After my tremendous orgasm, during which I delighted both women with my ejaculate right into their electrifying kiss, we heard the voices of Kim's parents shortly afterwards, who had apparently returned early for dinner after all and had already missed us in the restaurant. Thus, our surprising, erotic paths suddenly parted. Dining at different tables, in two different restaurants of this luxury resort, we had had no possibility of renewed communication and we did not see the young woman last night taking part in the usual night activities. After watching my little POV movie in our typical way at midnight, Ny and I fell asleep relaxed and very satisfied.

The sensual music consisted of spherical sounds with soft, feminine lust moaning in between. I kept my wife under tension for long minutes with this gentle pressure massage, making her twitch and fidget, knowing how violently her hot juices were gathering at this haunting stimulation of her vulva, whose reactions I knew as well as she knew those of my cock.

There she had been rubbing gently along my shaft with two fingers like tongs for some time, where she pulled the foreskin up and down, more and more a little further until it slid down over the rim with a blissful feeling and caused my lap to flinch for the first time. My twitching lust was also increased by Ny's own, because her vagina also cramped up instantly, her clitoris swelled throbbing and I continued to martyr her with even more pressure between the compressed labia.

In those waves of pleasure, we could lie next to each other for hours, caressing and massaging each other, listening to soft music and making love in this unusual way. Her cheeky fingernails felt like a little fly when she tenderly teased Pointie, as if with spider legs or massaged it with her gently fingertips.

Now I took a small bottle from the bedside table, let a few drops of perfumed liquid flow over my plump glans and with her fingers she distributed the fragrant massage oil vividly where she wanted it. Then I dripped some of it on my fingers as well, massaged the slippery liquid on and into her soft paradise, and then stroked the beautiful body up the full, firm hills I pressed and massaged, whose stiff nipples I rubbed and pinched between the supple fingertips until her lap reacted and demanded to be plucked up - only to then stroke down again over the trembling belly and the nylon at the pelvis, to linger there in the open gusset at her vulva, to knead and press it. All in all, a very pleasurable, itchy, but in the long run also unbearable lustfully way.

For hours we never got through it, most of the time we started to kiss each other with devotion after some time, first with pointed, curious tongues, then more violently. Soon Ny half straightened up, glided a little deeper, bent over my lap and I lifted myself impatiently towards her lips, the narrowness of the warm mouth and the sweet finality of this madness. She began, controlled by her own horniness, to suck me! I always moaned loudly when the velvet delight closed around me for the first time! It was pleasurable, expertly slow and yet demanding, almost motionless with the head, but with very lively mouth music in it, which we both finally came through, with extreme twitches and noises! Yes, she almost always came, by blow jobbing me, touched herself only towards the end, when I was already getting loud, mostly even only in her trembling ecstasy! This fact alone sometimes made me cum early in her demanding, flickering mouth as soon as she just groaned loudly!

But we haven't gotten that far. Now I gave her a little break, stroked my fingers out of the gusset opened with a small nail scissors across the yarn covered pelvis and along her silky inner thigh. She let it fall a little to the side onto my lap. Before I even suspected what was going to happen, she rubbed the stiff underside of my glans with Pointie smoothly over the glossy yarn on her leg. This was for me and is probably for every nylon fetishist one of the highlights of silky caress, when the sensitive nerve flesh of the frenulum is rubbed tightly over the fine structures of gossamer pantyhose, knowledgeable and aware of the intense stimuli this treatment produces!

This brought even more movement to my body, and I lifted my head from the pillow to observe these delicious touches. Long time and pleasurable, her fingers guided my pulsating hardness across the nylon on her long thigh, moving the Giant back and forth on it, pushing it in the structures, rubbing the itchy flesh violently or gently with Pointie into the warm, shimmering honey color of the yarn. The irritated pores on my tensed frenulum played the triumphal march with kettledrums and trumpets, and I loudly groaned several times, till I was arching and squirming on the sweaty sheet, crying out loud my lustfully pain, finally, because she poked evil deep into my nerve cord with her pointed nails!

That's when I saw her standing there. Little Kimmie was on stage again! With curious eyes she watched our horny game, my twitching body!

Like yesterday she had walked into the open door, on quiet, naked soles and watched us during the rampant Tantric sex.

"What is it? Oh no!" Ny lifted her upper body, closed her spread legs and let go of my rod, which was bobbing helplessly in the air. All those beautiful stimuli and deep impressions gone.

The little woman never talked much, we had been wondering for the last few days why not, how old she would be, she often came to us at the beach beds, just sat down, but hardly talked, sometimes she creamed Ny's beautiful back.

Since yesterday evening a lot had changed. At the latest, when I had slipped my thick glans into her small mouth, felt unspeakable lust there and finally both women had made my cock explode! I filmed all this also POV-like from close.

Kim was mildly autistic, not tall really, with stringy, reddish hair, looked like a 15-year-old girl, slender, somewhat bony, with small and flat breasts. She had been eighteen years old for a few days, celebrated by us hotel guests, but still virgin by her own admission. Because before she had to left our blow jobbing threesome yesterday because her parents dropped in briefly after, she whispered to us with a disappointed look on her face that she had never slept with anyone before and would like to change that fact.

Again, Kim stared spellbound at bobbing Giant!  It stood in the room, in the truest sense of the word. Whether this huge was the right tool for her first time, I doubted, although I would have more than begrudged him!

And suddenly I felt lustful pressure around it again. Ny had grab it with her pincers again.

Yes, did it go on like this? No sooner had we had sex than Ny's new young coworker stood in the doorway. Just like yesterday, when Ny was giving me a blow job. Soon after, the two of them spoiled me together. So again, Ny didn't give the impression that she was embarrassed about our situation. Why would she be? Last night she had licked my warm cum quickly from Kim's cheek before she disappeared outside to her parents waiting!

Well, if she stayed with us now, she would probably experience her final sexual awakening. That's what it looked like! And apparently, she was here for that as well. Certain things still needed to be finished! My wife was looking at the little one quite horny again and both seemed to be determined to continue our threesome from yesterday. I could feel that from her jerking fingers, which kept pulling my foreskin over my glans and then down again, a sweeping movement that had Kim's full attention!

Ny beckoned our visit to her. After a short hesitation Kim started to move, looking fascinated at the two horny people on the wide bed, naked or seductively dressed as they were. She went around the foot end and came to the side of the bed of my waiting wife. This had sat up and the look of Kim rested now clearly on her magnificent bosom. So, mine too, by the way. Still Ny embraced my throbbing limb, and this reacted more than steadfastly, despite or perhaps because of the strange circumstances.

Kim stopped, at the level of the shimmering thighs. Ny reached out her hand and touched her tenderly on the shoulder.

"Sit down." I saw her pull the young woman towards her and then she sat up next to her.

"You are beautiful!", Kim breathed shy, "such beautiful breasts, such long legs!" And then she put one hand on Ny’s thighs. "Why are you wearing pantyhose again? All the time? It's more than 30 degrees and very humid! Are you cold?"

We both had to laugh.

"I want to, it excites me." Why shouldn't I admit that?

"My mother wears them too, so not here, back home in the States. But she doesn't have such nice legs. And such nice shoes. And I'm sure no one finds it exciting anymore." She now actually stroked with her fingertips over the angled leg down to the cream-colored Louboutin. "I bet they were expensive, weren't they?"

"Quite expensive, yes. But they're hot really, aren't they?" Ny smiled at her.

She stared back. "Yes! Really hot!" Her little hand gripped one of the five-inch heels.

And my cock throbbed harder again when Ny squeezed it twice, like a Morse code, to signal me, "Here we go, sweetheart!"

"Where are your parents? On the road again?" I asked them, just in case. Better they didn't come in the door.

"Oh, they just drove away in their rental car. I promised them I'd stay with you." Well, it seems she's already made up our terms. But okay.

Then she looked at me. "Say, Paul, do you think I should wear pantyhose, too?" And as she did so, her hand slid up my wife's legs, as if to feel the fine material once more, but then her fingers disappeared surprisingly quickly into the wet, open lap! Ny twitched violently, pressing my wild flesh until I groaned too, just like she did! All three of us stared spellbound at this sudden, unpredictable attack by the eighteen-year-old, whose little hand had disappeared into the open gusset and caused a lot of fuss. It became even more violent when she suddenly bent over and pressed her face onto a breast! And my wife, for her part, grabbed the bikini panties with her fingers, past the bridge of it - and both women groaned!

I spontaneously joined in and leaned over to my wife, who was panting in horny surprise, pressed her down into the pillows again, massaged her other breast and lay down next to her again, watching Kim who was now sitting up again. Both women looked at each other, breathing heavily, into the heated faces, violently stimulated the vulva of each other and both began to move with lust. Ny turned her face towards me, I saw the approaching orgasm in it and grabbed her jerking hand to stop it on my itching cock. Too horny was all this again! For Ny it was for sure, because her scream of lust testified the first highlight of the day! So, I bent down to her and kissed her with wide open mouth, smothered her loud lust and watched from the corners of my eyes how the young woman pushed herself all the way onto the bed, over one leg of Ny. She quickly spread both apart, Kimmie's narrow body lay between them and I watched as her mouth opened to directly split the oiled labia in the open gusset with a sharp tongue!

"Ooaoaaaaaaahhhhh... aaaahhhhhhhhh"

Ny’s day took another turn! And at the same time, I felt a second, strange hand on my limb, which could hardly grasp it, but diligently began to make common cause with Ny's experienced fingers! It was Kimmie's fine nails that suddenly pricked into my Pointie, just as Ny's tongue had shown it yesterday!

Now we were back in the game!

Several times we let my wife shiver heavily up to multiple, violent spasms! Amazing how this still inexperienced virgin mouth did everything right from the beginning. Then Kim suddenly switched between my thighs and Ny's head followed hers as it moved over my rejoicing pole.  In no time at all I was again getting a breathtakingly blowjob from these two wonderful but so different women and the term "all inclusive" took on a whole new dimension in this holidays. Both looked at me from below with full mouths and smiling eyes, knowing about their sophistication and the incredible tickle in my cock, Kim asked in passing, while she innocently continued flicking with her tongue. "Say, Paul, where does your wife keep her tights?"

"In the blue bag in the bathroom." Ny replied briefly, dismissing my glans for it. Then she kept on sucking, while we watched the little one lasciviously as she disappeared into the bathroom.

"I can't stand it! It's all so exciting!" Ny was already squatting with her open gusset over my bouncing head and lowered herself. "Just for a moment, please, until she comes back!"

I moaned loudly as her tight, narrow muscle closed violently behind my rim and she instantly started riding and rotating! Ny needed this now, I knew that, I had to get through it!

"Watch out you don't cum!" She was not completely wrong with her concern about my dwindling strength due to premature ejaculation. "This girl is so hot; it makes me so horny!" Seconds later she came screaming loudly and during the siesta, whole resort was now surely awake!

Ny fell over me, I embraced her twitching, sweating body, glided with greedy fingers over her wildly jerking, silky covered bottom and enjoyed my power and my manhood in her! Let her come and come, felt that I would get through it without having to surrender - but was not allowed to think about what just happens in the bathroom, because then I would have cum instantly!

Over the back of the woman which was coming on my lap I looked impatiently over to the open door and there Kimmie appeared again!

"Aaaaahhhhh...!" Suddenly, I felt a sharp itch. So horny was the sight! So great was the realization of what was about to happen!

Everything fit her, even Ny's yellow 5 inches, 12cm, high sandals and of course the mocha-colored tights from last night, which I had to cum on when we watched the video together, Ny and me. My crusty marks were still faint on the inside of the thigh! The open gusset pressed itself around the young woman's small, shaved pubic area and what she surely expected from me now made me come almost too soon!

With her smartphone in her hand, little Kimmie filmed us in detail, a ball of nylon moaning with pleasure - and I had a feeling, that we would do it right away as well together!

***

Back on Capri Island, we sat in one of the cafés in the harbor and watched the never-ending stream of tourists from the midday ferry, which now picked up speed again in early May. Our holiday in Mauritius was months ago.

"There she is! Hello, Kim! Here we are!" Ny stood up and waved cheerfully and with such sincere pleasure as I had seldom experienced with her. I was almost moved to tears. I also felt my dick swell up in my pants. Especially when I saw how our little girlfriend was dressed.

In my memory I often hear her surprised screams, at first certainly violently from stabbing pain, but shortly after that already because of deep, unspeakable lust, after my giant, oiled by Ny once again, had drilled itself gently into her, also because she had simply let herself fall bravely, yes, almost let herself be staked, as soon as her lustful little cunt in the open gusset was above the middle of my plump glans. Ny had her leading, aiming fingers around my shaft and with Kim's camera in the other hand she filmed their first time very close to it and seemed visibly frightened about their loud self-deflowering!

I will never forget what I felt, overwhelmed by it all! I instantly thought of a mousehole, so narrow, so small, but it was more likely a mousetrap I was in because its cramping muscle was tightening repeatedly, like a choking-snake, milking my flesh, as I had never felt before, and when I cried out in unbelievable delight, louder than Kimmie, I saw my wife coming beside me!

The shaky video afterwards testified to her own unbridled lust, caused only by watching and understanding my sensations in this hot, soaking wet gate of bliss! Soon you could see and hear me moaning loudly under the wide-open mouth of the young woman, which pressed itself on mine, salivating and lambent with greed! Ny filmed my nervous hands on the mocha-colored yarn of her hammering little bottom, and I can still feel the incredible effect of the fine nylon, that my libido was always stimulated with!

It was an unbelievable, an irrepressible passion, which I proved to both women twice more, on this wonderful day at the Indian Ocean!

"First of all, what do you want to do on our beautiful island?" After a warm, kissing greeting, Ny invited the finally arrived Kim to our table and looked at her expectantly.

Kimmie laughed and her almost shamefully autistic behavior, familiar to us from the past, had completely disappeared.

Lasciviously she elegantly crossed her 10den shimmering legs next to those of my wife - and then teetered cheekily with a high-heeled Louboutins in my direction.

"Fucking?"

Silky Kisses

Paul

Kim's world.

When I got a brass bed six years ago, I had no idea what services it would one day provide. I was told it was so typical of this type of bed, its four gold-plated bedposts, so romantic. With a plush bedding in it. They cleared out my old children's room and created a young girl's dream, just as my mother might have wished. With pony pictures on the wall, a waterfall maybe and all that shit!

Somehow, I went along with it all. Like a cork on the sea, the wind and the waves determined the direction. I didn't talk much either, a therapist certified me as having a mild form of autism. If that was the explanation and the opportunity for not having to participate in the fast and complicated world of adults, then so be it!

So, I studied hard at school, became quite a math genius, met the expectations of all places, was always nice to everyone, that's why everyone was nice to me. But I hardly spoke, never saw a serious reason for that, never really let anyone know what was going on inside me.

And there was so much going on; a whole world of my own! Only it was not the one that everyone would expect from me.

Because suddenly there were these four bedposts around me. I deflowered every one of them before I turned 16. My first one, the one at the foot of the bed on the left, facing the room, it hurt.

Very hurt, I can tell you!

I just let myself fall, without any premonition, and cried out loudly for the stabbing pain as the oiled metal the size of a golf ball, tapering conically upwards, penetrated my hymen.

Shortly after, things changed. So - shortly after, namely not half a minute later!

Then I suddenly felt life, yes, very intense life! In me, where others call it lust. From then on, this lust determined my life. I lived lust. But only in my head, I felt it pulsating in my inconspicuous body, which at that time in my school class nobody was turned on by. It was there, when I stood on a footstool in front of my bed and graced the posts. And nobody suspected it. The thing with the posts came to an end, but never the desire! She just found more comfortable ways to unfold.

"Fucking?” My first word on Capri. I'm sure I had that exclusively.

The two beloved people at the table looked at me in astonishment for a moment, here in the harbor café of this hot spot, in the beautiful Gulf of Naples. But I knew there was nothing more surprising about those two. Or only rarely. Ny and Paul started laughing and Ny stroked my 10den silky, skin-colored thigh.

"That's the right outfit for that, eh, Paul?"

He nodded and looked longingly at our horny legs. I myself had been amazed at how I could look when I wanted to. Only my titties were none, but this, a man resembling Richard Gere, had never let me feel that. I still got hot when I thought back to the time when he had already rubbed himself onto them in Mauritius with his beautiful post until he came. Against his gorgeousness, my small metal globes at the bed were child's play. But they were enough to deflower myself. Fortunately! Because if I really had experienced that with Paul, then goodnight!

On Mauritius, I pretended to be a virgin on the island in the Indian Ocean, and even pretended to be in pain, although the difference was not so big between this totally horny fullness, the sudden penetration of the oiled Giant, followed by a breathtaking, burning lust that made me want more! My cry was real in any case. It surprised me. Only when Ny asked briefly later, because she missed the blood, I was subdued and told my story, which I just told above.

"Still, no one has ever been so tight!" Paul smiled softly back then. "You're my favorite mouse hole. My little mousetrap! And do you know that your cunt is choking like a little snake?"

And that Ny didn't look the least bit jealous. On the contrary, she stroked his slippy limp rod at the time and said we could erect it up again after all. "What do you say, little mouse?"

I could already feel her husband stroking my long, somewhat skinny legs in mocha-colored tights with the open gusset, surely, he was doing the same with her on the other side. Because we were lying the other way round with our high heels up to his face, so that we could use our mouths to straighten his cock, while he satisfied his oral lust on the shoes right and left and licked up to above our silky ankles and calves.

How horny was all that? Honestly, the two of them played in a league I had only dreamed of until now. Yeah, I've been dreaming about happy, deep, pure sex for as long as I can remember. Whether with a man or a woman, with or without nylon, it didn't really matter to me.  But so far there were only my bedposts, some toy teddies and recently also several vibrators and decent dildos.

In fact, not a single person, whether boys or girls, had been interested in me until now. Because I have been a grey mouse for everyone else around me. The grey mouse par excellence. But now I became a sweet and experienced one. I learned things that I could not practice on the bedpost. Who likes to lick brass?

Kevin from the first floor, he wondered about my sudden, erotic and very expensive dress style after we returned from Mauritius. My parents from their "Once in a live time journey" and me from my very personal "Becoming". Wafer-thin nylon, high heels, red soles, sexy dresses etc. My mother nearly went crazy. She thought I was stealing! But Ny had already assured me in Mauritius that she would now take over my sexual education and the respective wardrobe, as it would benefit both if I would visit them on their island of longing. Thus, she ordered for me in the internet everything what is needed if one wants to please a spoiled nylon fetishist as Paul, and a lady as Ny, and we always had the things delivered to a parcel station in our proximity.

So, I recently proved to the surprised Kevin my knowledge that he has a frenulum, what this pleasure point is good for actually and what a knowledgeable tongue can do with it. After I had wanked and sucked him a little, I lay down between his spread legs and he looked into my eyes in disbelief as I started my expert work. He filmed the whole thing with my smartphone, impressively in POV, but quite blurred. Like a cat drinking milk, me, sweet mouse, licked quickly and animated by my skills along the underside of his glans. In doing so, I played the entire length of the tightened nerve cord until after a short minute he surrendered with a loud groan and came gushing. I was only too happy to take in his milk between my sucking lips.

And then sent the horny spectacle, proud as never before about my first time at a foreign object, directly to the Piazzetta on Capri. There my two teachers were sitting with a glass of champagne in the evening sun, which sank into the sea soon after.

Ny's comment was: "Longer, you have to extend it longer. The desire must swell like a huge tsunami! First, the water suddenly is very less, then you look at the sea in disbelief for a long time, watching the rushing tide build up until it comes and comes and comes!"

Well, then I gave Martin from my high school class such a tsunami! He was so impressed and overwhelmed by the supposed grey mouse, I was afraid really that he would post it for everyone on Facebook! So, I took a vow of silence from him. In return I promised him from now on regular seaquakes! He became something like my military training ground. Maybe even my first friend. And still is. We're together, isn't that what you say?

But fucking Martin or Kevin? Rarely, at least. No, I prefer to do that with the professionals. And they were sitting in front of me now. That's why I first got on a plane this morning, then in Naples into a taxi, in the harbor onto a ferry and finally I arrived before the sun sank again.

The two of them wanted to pick me up from the airport and drive me over in their Riva boat. But I wanted the whole spectrum of this trip. Italy pure. I took a taxi and a ferry. Or maybe I also wanted to delay the enjoyment? Me imagine them sitting there and waiting for me little mousetrap, then let it climaxing heavily! Well, I was wet enough in my open gusset in any case!

"So, Paul, are you in the mood?" I looked at them both. "Seriously now, Ny!"

He was, I could tell. And his wife, too, but she asked, "right now?"

I got up, lifted my small suitcase, Paul took it over, Ny paid, and we went to the island taxis, whose drivers watched Paul enviously. They knew Ny, but not yet me. Thin as a spindle like Twiggy, long, reddish hair, no breasts under the white satin blouse, but shimmering legs on nude-colored 5 inches, 12cm, high Louboutins, which grew out of a sophisticated, dark blue pencil skirt, with a full-length zipper over the buttocks.

I looked like the far too young lawyer of the two attractive island 50plussers. Or her Escort girly. But if it turns on their fantasies, why not?

In fact, I enjoyed this new exclusive attention, the company of these two extraordinary people. Who, like me, had only one thing on their minds. So mostly.

We drove in a red old Fiat convertible, serving as a typical cab of Capri, with a sun awning roof over it, up the small road from the Marina Grande port to Capri city, through the winding alleys to a roundabout on Via Roma, which we left to the right to drive up the long serpentine road of Monte Solaro. With very tight curves and breath-taking views over the azure blue sea of the gulf to Vesuvius. Breath-taking was also the hand on the inside of my thigh from by Ny, whose long blond hair blew in the wind and the dark blue silk blouse gave insights that the driver tried to catch in the rear-view mirror. My blouse also blew up and down, but there was nothing to see there except the two hard nipples! I felt again how Paul's cock had rubbed itself exactly over them at the time with Pointie, the sensitivities of it were now so well known to me - and which I longed for to make him moan again.

Half an hour later, it was me who moaned, into his wide open mouth, as he kissed me, wildly, salivating, while I was writhing like a snake and twitching like an eel in a pan, because his wife was doing things with her tongue in my overflowing honeypot that drove me out of my mind!

I was lying on a big table made of thick oak, Paul was standing next to me bent over me, stark naked, I pinched his cock with my white-painted, pointed nails or let it slide smoothly through my pincer fingers. Yes, I had been well taught by my teachers in Mauritius!

"Is there anything to eat?" When we arrived at their villa in the Migliera, on the beautiful plateau behind Anacapri, here where Ny lived all year round and then wrote down the things we were about to do for sure.

"Ny made her world-famous pasta al ragu. A dream, I tell you!" Paul laughed and opened the front door after we'd crossed a long arcade of lilac-blossoming bougainvillea.

Shortly afterwards, however, I was the dinner! The pasta in the pot could wait, Paul's noodle in his trousers couldn't, and we women couldn't anyway!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh... ooooaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh... jjeeezzzzzz... wonderful... aaahh!"

My orgasm turned into a multiple wave that flipped my loins! I felt nothing but Ny's mouth, velvety, experienced, mercifully redeeming me, yet completely merciless in its endurance! And her hands, which held my silky little pelvis firmly in position with jerking buttocks or additionally penetrated me with staccato fingers; there was no escape from this tsunami of bliss!

For a short time, it was suddenly interrupted, almost relieved I breathed heavily into the empty space above me, only now noticing the cream-washed walls with real impressionism on them, the fireplace at the end, the fur in front of it.

And there was Ny's completely wet mouth suddenly above me and on mine, like Paul's before. Where he was?

"Wooooowwwwww... oooooooooooohhhhh... welcome... aaahhhhhhhh... fuck... aaahhaaahh!" There he was!  Inside me, no, not quite... "Aaaaahhhhhhh... uuuhhhh... now... yyyeeeeeeehhhhh... ooooooaaaaahhh!”

He impaled me again, only this time he was in front of his oak table! He had lifted me a little bit in the back of my knees, and I put my silky calves around his neck and scraped the fine structures of the yarn into his grateful skin pores! I only felt his hot lips and hands all over the nylon on my legs and continued moaning loudly in Ny's kissing mouth, which tasted so intensely horny of me!

Wildly I hugged the woman above me, she had long since taken off her blouse, her naked, full breasts touched my stiff nipples, then I searched with my hand, what we always look for when we want to distribute lust; I stroked up her silky inner thigh, instantly found the way in between, into the open gusset, rubbed the waiting hard bud in the soft vulva and then pressed two stretched fingers into the dissolved tight cunt! Hot, wet, slippery, this twitched as I entered. Instantly the lady started moaning into my mouth as she started rotating on my fingers! At the same time this refined full woman with circling fingertips on my itchy clitoris took revenge directly at the pumping giant of her husband, who surely felt her long, red fingernails on his stiff flesh!

"Ooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhh... aaaahhhaaaa... ooocccchhhh!"

Again, I cried out when a huge tickle from my clit shot through my lap, I was arching, and same time chocking the incredibly hard, huge cock using my mousetrap to get the liquid gold out of this man!

But Paul had time, endurance and other plans! I don't remember how often I came, I only remember that he suddenly stood next to me again, Ny was on her knees in front of him, his fingers expertly squeezed my itchy clit between my labia and I just cumming on twitching!

As I looked over at them, screaming loudly, watching him finally capitulate on her tongue, which mercilessly stimulated Pointie, in front of her greedy, wide-open mouth, between her red nails and finally splashed on her face, with the big, smiling eyes, only to be sucked by her moaning, greedy lips!

Slowly Paul's iron grip around my screaming vulva loosened, I saw the exhausted relaxation on his face. Ny stood up again, kissed him wildly, then bent over me with an open, wet mouth and let me taste his liquid gold too.

A last, delicious aftershock twitched me violently.

"Shall we finally eat now? But, Little Kimmie already has eaten the dessert!" Paul laughed and looked down at the tenderly kissing women before he put his blissful hands on me and Ny, and on the nylon on our bodies. I now learned that this was the official welcoming ceremony at Villa Nyloni.

Outside, the red sun was sinking again. But not the heat in my lap, not by a long shot!