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.

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What to expect in 

Madame Dupont - Blowjobs also need to be taught!

To make it French-like you need a French teacher.

Sex with the teacher is a fantasy as old as it is still valid, also for an adolescent pupil. Matthias, a high school graduate, has had a thing for shimmering, silky legs ever since he can remember. A classic image of women that he cannot escape in his erotic dreams. Until one day the beautiful Frenchwoman Eva Dupont becomes his teacher, and he has his ideal cast for his wet dreams in front of him, the whole dear long school day. One day he discovers the secret of his attractive and erotic dream woman and follows her to a swinger’s club. There everything takes its beginning... 

See also Pointie

Darkroom 

I put my hand on her silky ankle on the leg facing me and noticed how her body twitched with arousal. I was almost frightened because I thought she would not like it, but then I realised that it must be lust that was running through her. For me, the delicious, never-before-seen touch triggered a similar reaction. However, for an entirely different reason. While it electrified her as it was the hand of a stranger who would surely be eager to explore her body more intensely and fuel her lust even more! I, on the other hand, could hardly contain my excitement because it was this very woman, I desired without her having any idea of who I actually was. Of course, I would like to reveal myself to her, to confess my affection, but that was completely unthinkable in our situation. The possibility of sexually exciting her body right now without having to fear moral consequences made my fears fade and my passion rise, precisely because I could only touch her with impunity in this place and she rightly assumed that it would not remain with harmless caresses. At the same time, however, I became aware of my youthful inexperience, for I did have some respect, even fear, of what awaited me. But I was even more preoccupied with the question of how to bring this experienced woman's body to ecstasy. I had no idea about that at all. But now, I could change that...!

What I had seen was enough to give me my bearings as I crawled on all fours through the small doghouse-like opening. I was lucky, my object of desire was immediately the first couple, and it wouldn't take me far to reach them. Behind me, the thick curtain immediately fell back in front of the small entrance, and it went almost completely black except for a few darker, barely perceptible shadows. The light that filtered in between the edges of the thick fabric was far too sparse to make out more detail. The charm of this room lay precisely in not really knowing or seeing anything.

Her husband's body was lying on the side facing away from me. She had bent her legs a little and he was bending over her to kiss her. I had only glimpsed the wonderful curves of her beautiful upper body and his hand gripping her bosom. The full, large bosom that I could observe almost every morning under the tight cashmere jumpers she mainly wore. And the skirts made of the same fine wool that ended just above her knees and showed enough of her magnificent, slender legs for me to dream about them at night while I wasn't even asleep yet. I was especially turned on by the gossamer shimmer of the fine yarn of her noble pantyhose’s. I would give a lot to be able to touch it once. The high-heeled shoes she was wearing right now were also familiar to me from school and I couldn't believe it all. My beautiful, desirable teacher was lying here in this swingers' club in the arms of her husband, offering her body to the lustful use of other men. To me too, in a few seconds! Unbelievable!

The soft smacking of her kisses could be heard and as I moved my hand up her shin, I thought I heard a stifled, thin whimper. The touch of the rough nylon of the seamed stockings also caused me incredible sensations and I felt close in front of me in the diffuse darkness her classic black patent leather pump, which now pressed its high, pointed heel deep into the mattress. I was still lying with my face close to all the action, hardly seeing anything and only guessing at her delicious legs. Actually, they were the real motivations for my actions of late. When I had first seen her shimmering legs in the classroom, my inner peace had been shattered. Now I crawled closer and my stiff cock in my boxers was already rubbing itchy on the wide mattress. Actually, this contact with my hot fingers on the gossamer texture and the gentle stroking of it - down to the leather of the shoe and back again - would have been enough to make my barely containable desire flow out.

A few metres further on lay another couple, but I had only dimly perceived their outlines when I had crawled into the darkroom. I thought I saw a woman bending over a man lying in front of her. From there, a lustful male moan reached my ear. And somewhere else here in the darkness I heard a sweating body slapping against another! I had never heard this sound before, but when it was joined by a swelling lustful moan, I knew immediately how to classify it. All these unbelievable impressions seemed to find their bundling in my inexperienced, eighteen-year-old penis tip. The itching in it was already so strong - I hardly dared to move for fear of splashing through my boxers into the fitted cover of the mattress! I had long since regretted not having jerked off beforehand so that I could keep my cravings in check. But I had not been prepared for such a scene.

Gently, I stroked my way up my teacher's calf and I noticed how her leg spread a little to give me even better access. The realisation hit me like an electric shock and my cock almost exploded at this opportunity. Because clearly this woman wanted more. She spread her legs, and she had no idea that here was a rank beginner, a current student of hers at that, boldly stretching out his two hands towards her now bent thighs and crawling in between.

To do what exactly? I noticed how my glans pulsed violently as I imagined in the dark what was waiting for me at the end of this silky stage.

Well, my teacher seemed to be clearly aware of it, but it dawned on me slowly, but then all the more powerfully. The fact that this experienced woman naturally had to assume that a potential experienced lover was just approaching her surely already very impatient pussy, scared me a little of the lustful talents expected of me. Never before had I been challenged in this way - never before had I even seriously thought about being allowed to do it as soon as or even being able to do it!  Now I had already crawled between her lower legs. Both my hands were resting on the warm nylon on her shins. This was so horny, so surreal! Now I did something I had often imagined in my masturbation orgies, but never thought possible in real life: timidly, I first pressed my lips to the warm, gossamer yarn structures to the left of my face, then opened my mouth wide and let my tongue run along them!

It was I who groaned suppressed as my cock suddenly exploded! Thick and itchy, my juice poured into my boxers, and I rubbed myself on the fitted sheet while my hands cupped the two slender ankles on my teacher's legs and my mouth salivated her shin with lust. At the same time, such shame rose up inside me, I just wanted to escape.

In the swingers’ club 

What did I know about real sexual urges? And what I had already seen an hour ago in the room where you could watch the couples through peepholes in the walls had totally fucked me up anyway. But instead of touching myself or maybe joining in somehow - because next to me at the other holes the excited spectators were touching or jerking each other - I had only had eyes for an older but very attractive woman who was lying there behind the thin, carpeted wooden wall on the other side of the dimly lit room in the arms of her more older husband and letting herself be fucked! Yes, there really was no other way to put it. She was lying with her back on his torso leaning against the wall, he had his hands around her full breasts and was teasing her nipples with pinching fingers. She was lying half on top of him, half on the sheet, and her long legs, with honey-coloured hold-up stockings, were wrapped around the thighs of a state, younger man who, leaning on his hands, was working inside her. Apparently with great success, because her loud, lustful gasps and moans were clearly audible.

I stared fascinated at this scene that presented itself to me so abruptly. Her eyes were closed, as if she didn't want to look at the one who was fucking her in such a sophisticated way. She was enjoying his rotating, powerful thrusts with open, red lips and her lustful moans were swelling in rhythm with his actions. Her hand clutched her husband's stiff member, who was now gently kneading her breasts and also making a rather horny face, watching the whole scene closely. Every now and then she jerked his rod, but it was noticeable that it irritated him too much, so he kept holding her hand. He would rather continue to sit there with a loaded gun and watch.

I didn't dare touch myself either, because with this sight it would only take seconds for me to fire my ammunition. Especially also in view of the other, completely naked woman, which surely belonged to the stallion that tempted the older one to roar louder and louder. She was also lying half against the other wall away, watching the spectacle with a fixed, horny gaze, while in her lap a bald man sank his face between her tightened legs. At the same time, however, she was jerking off to her right and left on two other cocks for all she was worth and was already beyond good and evil in the face of the associated men who were massaging and kissing her breasts. It was incredible.

But I would have had a few more bullets in the barrel even if I had now released my sexual tension and so now, having cum between my teacher's lower legs, I was annoyed that I hadn't done it.

Madame Eva Dupont 

And then I saw her. She was standing with her husband in the entrance of the peep-box and they both watched the unleashed hustle and bustle for a while. Madame Dupont was more beautiful and exciting than ever. Only now could I see what she was wearing. It was not pantyhose. That would probably not work in a swingers' club either. She was wearing lingerie and stockings in mocha brown. She wore black pumps, which I already knew from class. 5" high. But it never occurred to me that I would ever see my teacher wearing a finely woven braless lace corselet around her waist. I briefly imagined her figure in a pair of tightly wrapped pantyhose, the cuffs of which reached below the lace bodice. But the lingerie only encircled her middle below her breasts and showed them off more than impressively. From the hipbones onwards she was naked. Not even a slip covered her shaved pubic area. The sight of her developed an incredible visual impact. She was slim, but also had something soft and round. Her legs were very long, while her upper body was rather disproportionately petite. But just above the dark brown lace corselet, her large, prominent breasts caught my eye, and the sight almost blew me away. Firm and round-grown, the two plump mounds stood forward with two gorgeous, stiff nipples atop the small atria. They signalled pure arousal. I also saw this in her beautiful, made-up face, which was framed by thick, long blonde hair. A clear eyeliner and a dark red lipstick with glittering gloss. What really excited me, however, were the gossamer, hold-up stockings, which in a shimmering mocha caressed her perfectly shaped legs almost to the top. Stunning! She had placed her left hand on her husband's buttocks, both of them watching the action somewhat indecisively, but then she pushed him on again with both hands. Apparently, she didn't feel like joining in the crowd. I regretted that very much, because I would have loved to have seen my teacher in action here from my cover. Besides, I had to leave my hiding place now, just as everyone in the room was audibly coming to a close and follow them unobtrusively. When I was about five metres behind them, I couldn't take my eyes off their small, round butts and especially not off their legs, which looked even longer because of the high heels and the horny seams on the stockings! Fortunately, they did not leave this exciting part of the swingers' club, but suddenly bent down and crawled through a curtained, one-yard-high opening like a doghouse, above which DARKROOM was written. When their high-heeled pumps had disappeared inside, I took heart and followed them.

My wet dreams

My French teacher had been the main protagonist in my wet dreams for two years. I liked such feminine, mature women. Madame Dupont had to be in her mid-thirties. Maybe five years younger than my mother, who walked through my life dressed the same way and was the first person I fantasised about in my early pubescent masturbatory orgies to release my pent-up juices from my ever-stiffening rod. Since my earliest childhood, she had been in the habit of unabashedly walking around our flat in a sexy bodysuit and pantyhose, even wearing her high-heeled shoes before she got into her business suits for female lawyers. It had apparently never occurred to her that her little offspring might one day see her as something other than his provider and mother. But as soon as she went out dressed up in her single-parent existence, or even when she had so-called client appointments in the evening, I sat in front of her wardrobe and rummaged through her (sexy) lingerie and the numerous pantyhose, stockings and High Heels.

But when Eva Dupont entered our class - and so in my burgeoning sexual life - I could finally replace my mother with a real, also unattainable woman. but with legs that were also stockinged, and I no longer needed to feel guilty. Because as soon as I had cum on the imaginary body of my mother with an extra prepared mother-doll, I had a guilty conscience. Especially when I had once again splashed in her pantyhose, which I often pulled over a sofa cushion and rubbed myself on it until I came moaning, with my mouth on her pumps, which I had placed in front of my face for this purpose. Then, in sobering numbness, when I realized what I had done and the image I had made for myself, all my fantasies disappeared. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if she had caught me doing it. But there was always the next time.

Now it was a different female object of lust, but the materials and utensils at home in the wardrobe remained the same. Sometimes, however, I still let my mother join the stage when I had already come once on my imaginary Madame Dupont, and I still needed a special kick for the second time.

Three months ago, I got my driving licence and a car as a present. My mother was a sweetheart in real life too. She only hoped that I would study law after my upcoming high school graduation and join the law firm. Given the dress code in that profession, which was also my first choice.

The other day I was driving around with my mates, and we discovered a large property in the woods, a bit out of the way, with a lot of cars parked in front of it. My friend Jonas enlightened me that there was a swingers' club there that was always very well frequented. We had to laugh as we imagined what weird minds they must be, watching their husbands and wives being fucked by strangers. In my world, I couldn't imagine my girlfriend in the arms of another potent stud.

However, I didn't have one at the moment. I was shy to the core. Except with my fingers, I had never been in a female womb, let alone an experienced older one. Once Martina, a somewhat disreputable classmate, had given me a blow job. Probably out of pure pity. I had cum into her mouth after thirty seconds and she had yelled at me quite a bit for it. All that about warn before. I punished her for that by never letting her find her way into my wet dreams. There I rubbed myself on the silky thighs or pelvis of Madame Dupont or sometimes my mother.

The tangible fulfilment

Everything changed when I happened to drive past the swingers' club in the forest again early one Thursday evening. Okay, I drove past there often. The place attracted me magically. I had read on the homepage that there was always a gentlemen's surplus party on Thursdays. At first, I had no idea what was meant by that, but you learn fast on the internet. Fuck my wife was a popular search on Youporn and I often imagined being the one who fucked. My hard cock slid through my fingers, over which I had pulled a stocking. Or I would lie in front of my tablet with my naked lap on a silky prepared pillow. Yes, I know. That's how you become a nylon fetishist. So what?

At first, I thought my eyes were playing a dubious trick on me, but then I recognised without a doubt: there, next to a large Mercedes with French licence plates, stood my teacher! It was clearly "my" Madame Dupont. She took a small bag out of the boot and her companion, probably Monsieur Dupont, took it from her and they both walked towards the entrance of the swingers' club. Both dressed in jeans and casual shoes in a completely innocuous posture, as if they were embarking on a wellness weekend. Completely relaxed, they went to fuck.

I noticed all this as I drove by, and I quickly stopped to make sure they gained entry. After I had backed up a bit, they were already inside. Shortly after, my mind was made up. This men's surplus party was mine too!

It didn't take me an hour to emerge freshly showered.

"How old are you? May I see your ID?"  This happened to me several times at the box office. The older, normally dressed woman wasn't rude about it, though. She rather gave me a feeling of security that I was actually in the right place - if I had the right age.

Embarrassed, I did as instructed and then paid my 100 euros, including a rich gourmet buffet, as I was assured. The lady behind the counter joked around a bit, but then asked if someone should show me the premises. I refused, because then I might run into my teacher and that was not allowed to happen under any circumstances. At least I still learned that I would be well dressed in boxers or swimming trunks. And nothing else on. I also got a towel.

And so, I stood inside in the changing room in front of a narrow locker with a key and a wristband like in a swimming pool. Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone I knew, but instead two couples, one older and one middle-aged, the woman was really hot, maybe forty-plus, and two men, hard to judge, but quite handsome. But surely no one here was as young as me. And so inexperienced at that.

A virgin in a swinger’s club. My excitement was rising and also a bit of a realisation that I couldn't come out of here as one tonight. At least if I interpreted the looks of the women correctly. Fresh meat was on offer!

It was now more than an hour since I had seen the Dupont go in and I cautiously ventured out of the locker room through a curtain that immediately released me into a pub-like, large room with a long bar and seating in front. I saw the two of them immediately and got to safety so that my teacher wouldn't have a fit if she saw me here. Although, I think she would hardly recognise me so nearly naked. Well, I recognised them immediately. They were sitting at the other end of the bar, drinking champagne and chatting laughingly. At one point she even looked in my direction, but I quickly crossed the room and shortly afterwards found myself in a dimly lit part of the house. There were open doors to the right and left and I walked past them somewhat awkwardly, almost not daring to look inside. There was already a lot to hear! At the end, a narrow corridor branched off to the left and then I saw the peepholes. Everything else is already history up to here to my involuntary orgasm so close to the finish!

Action!

Now all my juices had escaped, but I still didn't have the feeling that anyone had noticed. Nor had my lust gone, and certainly not my determination. On the contrary, I heard a loud moan from above and stared into the darkness where I saw the shadowy body close in front of me. With both hands I stroked along the long, spread, bent legs, ran up over the gossamer material of the stockings until I felt warm flesh. I crawled up a little further in the dark, licked and kissed her silky thighs slowly and pleasurably on the right and left, finally ran the tip of my tongue over the fine woven texture at the end of the stocking to the bare inner thigh and felt Monsieur Dupont's moving hand against my cheek. So that's why his wife was moaning, he had already gone into action. But when he sensed my arrival, he removed his nimble fingers and already the radiating heat of her hot-fleshed portal seized me, already impatiently waiting for me. Dimly I perceived the structures of her lustful vagina and was seized by an incredible passion that dictated to me without thinking what to do now! I slid my face right into the sultry heat, opened my mouth and it was suddenly filled with soft, moist flesh that pressed tenderly and hotly against me! Her twitching mound of Venus hit me hard under the nose, I lost contact for a moment, but then I embraced her long and silky thighs, held her twitching hips firmly in place and licked through the hot, thick stream with the width of my tongue!

And had no idea what I was doing!

But honestly: it tasted as delicious as it smelled, and it sounded good too! She kept panting and moaning, and in between she kept emitting little sharp cries. It made me tremendously horny what I was doing, and I could just do it! It spurred me on when she behaved uninhibitedly, and it gave me courage to continue doing the same - this wonderful plunging and caressing with my flattering tongue of her sweet, French pussy! Then I heard her sounds of pleasure only suppressed and guessed that she was just being kissed intensely by her husband while she tossed and turned, and he pressed hers down with his heavy body. Suddenly there was light! I got a fright, but it was only someone crawling in, and it quickly went dark again. I felt this person move up by her side, our hands touching as them too stroked the nylon of her thighs. I licked and did and did and slowly got a sense of assurance that I was really doing everything right, because my teacher was getting wilder and louder, and she was holding her hard, sensitive release point right up to me. I reacted instinctively and let the first clit-tremolo of my young life follow. Immediately her lustful cries rang out as if to call for further encores and violent twitching of her womb was the result. Rubbing my stiff cock on the mattress again, I enjoyed my power over this wonderful creature that I spoiled so well.!

I guessed what else was going on. The new guy next to me was immediately wanked by her slender fingers while he stimulated her big breasts and enjoyed it very much, breathing heavily. Her husband was also being served by her, while he continued to kiss her or massage the tit on his side and spoil them with his mouth. During all these unbelievable events, I just tightly embraced her jerking body, holding it stubbornly in this position and pressing my face into the hot moisture with my mouth wide open, and she rubbed herself against me and my outstretched tongue until she suddenly came! Her piercing, lustful moaning rose to a sustained, unforgettable sound and indeed: she suffered through a merciless climax! It could not have been anything else! This event was unbelievably beautiful for me!

And for her too, I suppose - as I'm sure was heard everywhere!

"Oooooooooaaaaaaahhhhhh... aaaaaaccccccchhhhhh!"

I just kept going, intoxicated by my ability to turn this mature, incredibly attractive woman in seamed stockings and high-heeled pumps into an unrestrained, screaming fury, who was now panting loudly, putting her long, silky legs over my shoulders and pressing my mouth even harder against her. Again, her mons veneris jerked dangerously up and down, but I hit her sensitive spots with my mouth and the tip of my tongue, and she came again! She now pressed my head into her twitching womb with both hands!

„Oooooooaaahhh… mon Dieu… oooooaaaaahhhh… formidable... aaaaaahhhhhhh!“

Then her hands were gone again, continuing her work left and right. The new one was the first to capitulate. I heard him gasp once. He didn't reveal any more of his lust. Then he left again, and it got a little light for a moment. I looked up cautiously from my scissors, saw two magnificent tits towering out of the corselet and my teacher moaned rather exhaustedly, but without lifting her head. Her lap was still twitching up and down because the tip of my tongue wouldn't stop stimuli her. Before it got dark again, I noticed movement in my field of vision. A hand held something out to me and only very briefly could I make out the questioning eyes of her husband. Then it was dark again and I knew what he expected of me. Monsieur Dupont wanted me to fuck his wife! I had made her scream and explode so much, he thought I was the master fucker! He was enjoying the situation, and my teacher was just waiting for me to fuck her as well as I had licked her!

Jesus! Of course, it was a condom he was going to give me. But it wouldn't hold on my slippery hard-on! But honestly: I had never put one on myself before, especially when such an experienced hell pussy was waiting for me. And waiting for me to finally finish putting it on and get to her! It wouldn't let me put it on either. Erect, I squatted in the dark between her restless thighs, just hoping it wouldn't get light again! The thing rolled off like shit and I couldn't fit in it. Great! Did they only have such small?

Oh crap! Someone crawled in! Brightness! I quickly let myself fall forward, lay on my flesh twitching fantasy, pressed my face to her heaving boobs and when it went dark again, I knew what I had to do!

The incredibly awesome moment

Madame Dupont came into our classroom the following Friday morning and today she radiated even more eroticism than usual. She was pure life power and I sat there and couldn't take my eyes off her. It had been less than twelve hours since I had played with my tongue and hands on those gorgeous legs. Her large bosom, which my other classmates always have their eyes on, I had kneaded and kissed. Her mouth, which seemed especially full and tempting today, had screamed and whimpered loudly because I had served her so well. At the end of our ecstasy, we even salivated wildly with lambent kisses. My cock was already getting hard again as I thought of kneeling between her legs in the darkness yesterday night, simply leaving the condom off (I don't have AIDS and I'm sure my teacher doesn't either!), passing my arms under the back of her knees like a well-known, lifting her long legs while pulling her silky thighs towards me and targeting her lap in the dark. I could hardly believe it when I suddenly felt her fingers rubbing me a little with pleasure at first, but then guiding me to the desired destination! Madame didn't seem to mind that she couldn't feel a rubber on my cock. And what an incredible feeling it was when my innocent, crying out glans slowly penetrated the hot, tight glory, accompanied by a long, deep sound from her.

„Oh Henry, c´est grande! C´est magnifique!“, she let Monsieur Dupont know. Until now I had never been aware of how well-endowed I was. I lifted her a little more, she put her legs around my neck, and I felt the fine, scraping yarn in every pore there. Then I embraced her thighs and pressed myself further into her. It was so incredibly beautiful and horny, I cried out in delight as her vaginal muscle clenched behind the rim of my glans and I pushed deeper into her sweet inner world. For the first time ever in my life!

"Aaaaaooooaaahhhh... oooooohhhhhh!" This time even I couldn't hold on any longer, so surprising were the sensations, so full of new, carnal pleasures!

But she also left no doubt about how good I was doing her. Her gasping moans, begging for more, made me throw all my inhibitions overboard! Now I really began to fuck her. My teacher! And really well. I was guided by her lustful moans. In between, I let myself slide down onto her and passionately kissed her wide-open mouth. Then I straightened up again and her husband took over. We both massaged her large tits, and I enjoyed its heaving fullness. Finally, I concentrated again on my pumping abdomen and licked right and left at her towering, silky legs all the way up to her bobbing pumps!

I think Monsieur Dupont came just before his wife in her jerking hand! As I listened to him and her continued moans of pleasure grew louder and louder, I too felt the moment of my next sweet surrender approaching. 

I actually splashed into my pants in the middle of the class because the sensations in my memory just seemed so intense all over again. Only this time I had to persevere and could not escape quickly and undetected through a loophole as I had last night.

Cupid's arrow

By the way, my name is Mattes, actually Matthias. Of course, I had chosen French for my A-levels. But that was only in half a year. The ordeal of seeing "my" teacher four times a week after this ground-breaking event, of being close to her when she walked through our classroom with clacking heels, which was really cruel. Looking at her beautiful body and pretty face was almost physically painful. Her beautiful, shimmering legs: so close and yet again so out of reach.

I often thought back to that memorable Thursday evening. My fantasies had now received solid nourishment. My wet dreams were filled with lustful whimpering and climax memories of Madame Dupont, whom I still thought I could taste and whose silky legs I could still caress in my head cinema. For some time now, the girls at our school had been making eyes at me. Was it because I had become more self-confident? Or that I radiated it, this knowledge of how to fuck an experienced French grenade into madness? Funnily enough, my mother didn't walk around half-naked in lingerie at home now. I had matured into a man - but I was still without a woman!

Instead, I sometimes felt downright exhausted from my nocturnal orgies of masturbation. Again, and again, I relived the scene, which has long since brightened up for me and I can see everything clearly in front of me, even though it was pitch dark at the time. My beautiful, moaning teacher with her long, mocha-shimmering legs around my neck! I still felt that silky embrace.

Every Thursday evening, I waited a little apart in the car in front of the swinger's club in the forest and sometimes on a Friday or Saturday. I watched the arriving couples and individuals. But I didn't see HER there anymore.

Until one day, weeks later, Cupid shot his arrows!

It happened in the hosiery department of our biggest department store. I went there often. After all, I couldn't always use my mother's pantyhose. So, I had long since bought my own desirable material. Fortunately, I also had the erotic motifs of the covers. I masturbated over them, and they turned into Madame Dupont in my head. Wolford was my brand name. Shall I be honest? Sometimes I wore them too. Mocha colours were my world. 10den. That means they're wafer-thin. Very fine.

And I just had it in my hand when I heard a voice so familiar to me.

"Mon Dieu, Matthias, you are -ere? I didn't expect that!"

Her accent alone made my erectile tissue pump. But my shame prevailed.

"Madame Dupont...um...  Bon jour...!" I had to be bright red!

"Bon jour. Is it for your mum?"  She pointed to the cover of pantyhose.

I could see it in her eyes. She knew everything. My mouth was open. My brain was empty. My cock was full!

"Interesting panty-ose! I like them. Where did you get them?" She looked through the shelves. I handed her mine. "O-, they're even my colour! I'll buy them too."

My God!

A short time later, I was actually sitting with my French dream girl in the café of the department stores' high above the city and we were chatting away. Of course, she didn't suspect a thing. How could she? Instead, she confessed to me that she had just had a small accident with the car and now didn't really know how to get to her suburb a little further out by public transport.

"I was about to buy stockings too. -old ups, you know. But I'm sure you're not interested in that. Well, and then I thought, oh, isn't that Matthias, he -as a car. Maybe...!" The look in her eyes was dazzling, her smile disarming. But her outfit was less so.

Jeans! Sneakers and a sporty casual jacket.

But for me she was still my beautiful Madame Dupont, more than that, I recognised her graceful nature. I loved her language and that sweet accent without the H! Her beautiful mouth when she spoke and of course thought of the cliché: to make it French. Saw her gorgeous, curved, red lips, seductively moist and alluring. Her blonde, thick, long hair. The slender hands with the slender fingers. Dark red nails. Her scent, soft and full.

And still that too: I just fell completely in love with the whole woman. I saw the Eva - and of course drove her home.

"Couldn't your husband pick you up?" Of course, I wouldn't have wanted that at all. Why did I ask that after we were already sitting so nicely next to each other in my little car?

I had all the time in the world, and I wasn't driving fast now. I knew the way well. In fact, she didn't live far from this swinger's club.

"My -usband? What makes you think I'm married?" She looked at me questioningly from the side. Even in jeans, her long legs cut a great figure.

"Um... oh... sorry... I was just thinking... a beautiful woman like you...!"

Oh man, what was that? Was I openly complimenting my teacher?

She laughed. Then kept quiet.

We drove.

"Alors... I've been divorced for two years. My ex--usband lives in Pari-. I moved -ere. He still visits me from time to time, though. Just so, you know."

Of course, just so - just to fuck now and then!

We drove past the small road where, if you turned here now, the swinger's club was located in the forest in one mile.

"Where does it actually go there?" I pretended to be stupid.

"I don't know. I've never drove there!"

Sweet little liar, you!

We were silent. I enjoyed her presence. Somehow, she was so familiar to me.

"Over there!" She pointed to a small development of condominiums. "You can stop -ere."

Unfortunately.

My disappointment at the abrupt end to our ride paralysed me.

Suddenly I felt her gaze rest on me.

"Park over there, Mattes!" Again, she pointed forward with her slender fingers. I loved her almond-shaped, dark red painted nails on it.

Had she just called me by my nick name?

Parking?

I drove to a free space in front of the small housing complex and turned off the engine. Then I looked at her. And knew everything. She knew everything.

Her eyes were as deep as a mountain lake in the Savoy Alps. My stomach tingled like an anthill in the forest at the height of summer. Her dark red, half-open lips trembled a little.

"You were the rookie at the club, weren't you? “

In her mouth

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh... aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"

It was unbelievable! It poured out of me, and I felt her enjoying it. My body jerked up and down in orgiastic convulsions, looking into her big eyes watching my pleasure as my itching flesh kept disappearing between her lips! The smiling eyes that had been looking at me the whole time as I moaned with delight watching her tongue whip me up in the really sensitive places of my pulsating life. Just French.

Everything was so unbelievable!

Just as unbelievable as her words a few hours ago outside in the car.

"You do realise what it means when you come in, don't you?"

I looked at her questioningly. Somehow it wasn't so clear to me. Although, of course it was clear to me, somehow.

"Remember, you're still my student." She tenderly took my hand between hers and something inside me burst with happiness.

"I am your teacher. I am Madame Dupont to everyone. Out -ere and in school. When you come inside, I am Eva. And that's the only place I'll be for you Eva! Do you understand? Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?“

"Yes!" I just wanted to kiss her and leaned towards her. She gently pushed me back.

"You don't kiss Mrs Dupont in public. You can kiss Eva all you want, but Eva, for you she exists only there in my flat!" Again, she pointed out the front window. "Are you coming in?"

I walked behind her as if on clouds and was blown away by the sight of her. She turned to me once and her gorgeous, cocky smile did the rest.

We kissed as soon as the flat door had fallen into the lock. This time, and for the first time, it was a really intimate kiss. I didn't have enough arms to embrace her, and she moaned softly in pleasure as our tongues played around each other.

We let them play.

For a long time and completely out of time, we stood in the hallway holding each other. What was going on here?

It was now midnight.

Her head was resting on my shoulder. She stroked my belly with her slender hand.

"Was that good?" She grinned mischievously.

"Amazing!"

"You do say blow job to it, don't you?"

I laughed. "Yes, but it's also called doing it "in French"."

"I know! Don't German women give blow jobs as well as French ones?"

Again, I had to laugh. "Honestly? I don't know!"

Now she laughed out loud. "You really don't? But you're tops when you do it French!"

My world was so in perfect order!

After we had broken away from each other after the intimate kiss earlier in the hallway, she had led me by the hand through her flat.

"This is the kitchen. This is where we're going to -ave some red wine and eat some cheese first!"

Fine.

She pulled me further into a large, cosy room with a balcony in front and outside I saw my car parked.

"This is the living room. This is where I will seduce you for the first time!" Again, we hugged and kissed in bliss. Then the tour continued.

"And this is my bedroom. Only lovely people sleep here. this is where I will seduce you the second time. And maybe the third time and the fourth...!"

I tell you; my world was really perfect in order!

"Why don't you go to the kitchen and open a bottle of wine? I'll join you in a minute.“

I found a bottle of red wine on a shelf above the worktop in front of the window. The corkscrew was hanging on a hook next to it and I found two glasses in the wall cupboard. It all felt so right.

I was eighteen and she was thirty-five.

I was her pupil; she was my teacher. Six months to go. We would get through it.

My mother certainly wouldn't.

Then suddenly she was standing in the doorway.

Not my mother.

Eva.

But her outfit reminded me of home. Unbelievable!

She wore such a fluffy, azure top with a red belt around her waist. Like a little dress that was much too short. It reached down to the base of her mocha-coloured legs. Her thick blonde hair framed her beautiful face, her full mouth glowing dark red. She was perfect! The sight blew me away. It was clear to me that she had seen through me long ago. But her warm smile told me it was good. Much more than that. I stood on the other side of the kitchen table with a look of wonder that consumed her. Eva was still lingering in the doorway, leaning against the frame like a shy Hollywood star...

"I thought I'd try the panty-ose right away. Looks -orny, doesn't it?"

I could only nod speechlessly.

"You know, I saw you the other day when you walked into this club."

She laughed softly.

"You saw me too and moved on quickly. I realised why you were there."

She looked at me questioningly. "How on earth did you find out?"

"I actually happened to be driving by and saw you go in with your supposed husband." Almost everything was true. Except coincidentally.

"That was my ex--usband there. He's a dick sometimes or a lot of the time - but our sex was always great. I don't let -im into my flat. -ere's for lovely people only. There is for all.“

I looked down at her long, beautifully nylon covered legs and thought I could hear the sound of them as she crept towards me like velvet paws. I was dreaming, wasn't I? But she spoke so real as she slowly came closer and closer. Her eyes were so big and deep!

"I didn't want to go into the peep-box. Only in the dark did you -ave a chance." She smiled mildly. "And so did I!"

She had wanted it too!

"You spoiled me wonderfully there in the darkroom. We were lucky that my ex likes to watch me get it on!" She giggled. "But never before -as anyone there engaged with my legs as extensively as you did. Before and during."

Her incredible, shimmering legs! I couldn't take my eyes off them.

"You already cum when you kissed my stockings, didn't you?“

But she had registered it! My embarrassing outpouring.

"At first I thought that was it, now -e's leaving again."

Now she was standing close to me. My fantasy, all real and warm and soft and fragrant.

"But then you -onestly surprised me! You're a natural in bed!"

I put my arms around her and could hardly believe my luck. She also grabbed me around the waist.

"When I saw you earlier in the -osiery department, I knew for good what your problem was. No, how do you say? Your love!"

"Yes, my love!" My mouth was completely dry.

"A- yes. And? Do you like what you see? Do you want to love me like this today?

When I saw her big, mischievous eyes, I had to laugh! Unbelievable. What an appearance. What a woman.

"I can only do that if you put on your high-heeled shoes!" I couldn't believe what I was saying. What I dared to say.

She looked at me dumbfounded. But she grinned mischievously.

"Ah! That too! Fine! You're welcome, Monsieur Lover!"

Then she turned and quickly disappeared through the door. Only briefly did I catch a covetous glimpse of her mocha brown ensnared bum. Stunned, I stood there in her little kitchen, feeling that I was now just becoming a strong man. Yes, just as strong as my hard cock in my trousers...

When I heard the provocative clacking of her heels and she then came around the corner in a stunning pair of shoes, my member stiffened fully.

While she prepared a cheese platter for us, I stood behind her and stroked her silky bottom down to her long thighs. As I did so, my stiff member pressed up against her from behind in my jeans. She was wearing insanely sharp red ankle boots with high, pointed heels, probably 6". They made her shapely legs even longer. We were now the same size.

"If you want, get naked!" It was only a soft whisper, but it hinted at something that made me even hornier. By then she had turned to help me get naked.

My jumper was quickly removed, and my trousers and briefs fell off immediately afterwards. I looked down at myself and saw my stiff rod bobbing and Eva fiddling with my feet until I was standing stark naked in her kitchen. Then she came up with her face a little higher and I almost went mad at the thought of what she might do right now. But she did not!

"U-! Mattes, he's as beautiful and big as I felt -im inside me! Gorgeous!" Then she stood back up, turned her back to me and continued with the food preparation.

She stood there at the worktop, clearly waiting for me. I saw her silky ass shimmer, pushed up against her and felt the warm nylon against my glans for the first time and shuddered noticeably, her too, as I pressed against her.

"Ooo, it's so nice and -ard and so big!"

I couldn't hear it enough.

She pressed her bottom towards me and moved it a little in circles. My excitement knew no bounds and I wrapped my arms tightly around her blissful body. My mouth kissed her neck, I breathed in her heavy scent, fell in love with her thick hair! Then I ran my hands under her top until I could enjoy her heavy, full boobs with all my senses! It was all incredible. Her backside squeezed and circled faster. Impatiently, I tampered with her belt. She was faster and shortly afterwards her top was lying on the floor next to my clothes.

Her boobs were heaving and warm in my hands and she wildly threw her head back and turned her open mouth to me.

We salivated hotly and intimately, and the thick, dark red lipstick spread over our mouths. It was I who moaned loudly at the unprecedented richness of the stimuli that overwhelmed me. If I didn't know what a real woman was before, now I had it right in front of me. And it was about to eat me!

Madame Dupont became Eva, but I remained her pupil.

Only this time in love matters.

She turned. Her panting, hot mouth did not leave mine. Her fingers gripped. I shuddered and buckled a little at the knees as she stood fully before me, offering herself to me in her incredible beauty and maturity. I put my hands on her beautiful tits and squeezed them a little. The same happened to my throbbing member. My mouth sought her bosom, and I took it tenderly into my mouth. She moaned a little as I tongued her stiff nipple. Then I wanted to kiss her again, but her face slid down past mine. Now it was getting serious!

Nothing was equal to it! Her French was rehearsed top class!

"Aaahh... mmmhhh... oooaaahhh!" I teetered back and forth on bare feet.

She took her time, did everything quite right and carefully. Gave me the opportunity to cope well with the most intense sensations of my young life so far. Several minutes had passed and I was still enjoying it without making another premature exit. I had matured. Her stamina was amazing, her fingers were not too demanding, her tongue not too forward - it was French for a docile pupil, a rocket blow job taught by a professional. I watched her in awe from above, squatting there in front of me, always looking up at me with smiling eyes as the tip of her tongue played a sweet tremolo on my frenulum.

Then she came up again and kissed me tenderly and desirably while my hand wandered to her wet crotch, and I massaged her soft nylon vulva with rapture! Breathing heavily, she swayed gently back and forth and enjoyed my little massage while she also continued to gently pamper me between her fingers.

„Attends un moment! Mon petit filou" She breathed it into my ear. "Wait a minute!"

She opened a drawer and took out a small pair of scissors. I was speechless for the umpteenth time today.

Now she taught me to open the opaque cotton gusset in her crotch.

To do this, she sat down on the worktop with her thighs spread and offered me her most vulnerable spot. "Carefully please, mon Chérie!"

I was intoxicated by this act as her shaved, wet pussy revealed itself to me after a few small cuts and I bent forward, embraced her thighs and gave free rein to my oral lust! She moaned in surprise and then surrendered lustfully while I tasted her deliciousness in the so cleverly opened pantyhose, still here in her little kitchen, right next to the cheese platter!

"Oooaaahhh" There she cried out with first delight, and I continued with joy and horniness until she came arching and wildly twitching her legs. I took no notice of her sensitivities, going on with this heavy stimulus! Half lying on her back, half supporting herself with her arm, she moaned out her pleasure, breathing heavily. As she did so, she put her thighs around my neck and over my shoulders during the next loud climax. I hardly heard her anymore, but only felt her animal lust and only tried not to lose contact with her trigger point.

But suddenly she tried to free herself with a gasp, I let it happen, then she took me by the hand and quickly walked ahead into the living room, only to find herself lying half on the couch, one leg on the floor, the other on the backrest, wide open again. As she did so, she gave me an incredibly passionate look to indicate that it didn't have to be so hard. „Ma Cherie! Petit à petit et relax!“

She took my hot face in her tender hands, guided my head back towards her and guided me with her expert fingers to do the right things to her. Slowly and relaxed, just as she loves it. Where the red nails were, I went with my tongue. We took our time, and I enjoyed her plaintive and lustful sounds as I watched over her silky womb as they came out of her open, seductive mouth. When she came multiple and cried out, she laughed out with even more blissful surprise and how easily we managed to storm the peaks! I meanwhile stroked my palms along her wonderful legs, grasping the jerking buttocks, enjoying the sizzling nylon on them and getting hornier and hornier at the sight of her wildly twitching body.

Finally, she pulled me up to her and without any further help I slid past the rubbing edges of the open gusset and into her, she moaning loudly at my penetration of her tight, wet glory. „C´est grande... mon amour! C´est formidable!" She breathed it into my ear with a horny gasp.

As she wrapped her silky legs around my hips and began to milk me from below, I struggled to follow her rhythm and could no longer develop any control of my own over this surprising union, so that I soon only moaned loudly and soon had to give up helplessly to pour myself into her with an intimate, blissful scream! We kissed and cuddled for a long time, and both knew that there was something more going on here than just wild fucking.

Then we finally had red wine and cheese. Just as we were. She told me about her Parisian life, and I confessed my love of nylon, which I had felt ever since I saw my mother's legs and then hers.

Later, as I lay on the living room carpet next to her with soft chanson music (!) and my face against her long legs, stroking and kissing them down to the heels of the incredible, high-heeled ankle boots, she finally taught her pupil to feel a truly French blow job.

A real master was at her work and kept delaying my orgasm. She really took her time, and I also became very relaxed and enjoyed our mutual closeness and intimacy with lustful moans. She watched me curiously as I enjoyed her shimmering legs, I watched her with her wonderful, grandiose mouth music and squirmed under the incredible sensations she was eliciting. Until finally she allowed me to cum and I watched in disbelief as she swallowed it in with lustfully moan!

Then later, after another snack and well past midnight, she joined me in her bed, still with the mocha-coloured pair of Wolford tights on her gorgeous lower body and now with the familiar, seductive pumps on her feet, and taught me to do her there three more times. I couldn't get out of her, again and again her inner muscle twitched and spasmed so tantalisingly, I couldn't stop, my strength was unshakable - also because her nylon legs were all over me.

When we woke up, it was almost morning and she was deep asleep in my arms, I taught her with my tongue to have another multiple orgasm. "Je t`aime!" she breathed afterwards, and nothing was the same anymore!

Until later when we drove back to town chastely sitting in my car and I let her out beforehand.

There we were again Matthias and Madame Dupont, even as we greeted each other as if by chance just before school.

But this time I didn't get a hard-on at the sight of her, later when she clicked into the classroom on high heels. It wasn't enough for that.

And it was no longer necessary - not in a classroom.

Epilogue by Eva

From then on, our lives changed completely. Mattes was with me more than at home. But that had to be well planned. No one was allowed to know about our amour fou and that's why he only came to and in me in the dark. At least until he had his A-levels in his pocket. I would have lost my job immediately and his final exams would have been in great danger. So that his mother wouldn't suspect anything, he invented a friend in a big city 50 miles away for the weekend and visited him regularly. There we rented a room in a small, secluded hotel, right next to a Wolford boutique, until he finally passed his Abitur. French with an A, of course. Verbally.

Orally, he was unbeatable anyway.