PUSSIES GALORE

(Part 11) 

By Sahebji

I repeat the last few lines of part 10:

We got up shortly before noon. We got ready and made our way to the hotel   
lobby. 

“We must go up to our room and change especially our panties,” Irma said. 

“We’ll be back soon,” Karen added. “Wear different colored panties so we can tell 
you apart,” Ramu suggested. 

“Are you planning to ask us to lower our jeans every time you have doubt as to 
who is who,” Irma giggled. 

“Good idea. I suggest you wear skirts,” I chuckled, “Then you have only to say ‘I 
am Irma’ and flash your blue panties.”  

“Girls, I’ve another suggestion,” Ramu said, “Why don’t you check out and move 
in with us.” 

Now for part 11:

“Then you won’t require to wear panties at all,” I laughed. 

“I am serious,” Ramu said.

“We would like to but what will the hotel staff think of us,” Irma protested.  

“Do you really care what they think,” I asked pointedly. 

They both looked at each other. “Not really,” Karen giggled. 

“Let us think about it during lunch,” Irma said. 
 
“Okay, as you wish,” I said, “Come let’s have a drink.”

After lunch they went up to their room and returned with their rucksack.

“We have decided that we retain our room but stay with you,” Irma said. 

“You could have saved a lot of money if you had agreed to my proposal,” Ramu 
said. 

“We know but we’ll feel more comfortable this way,” Irma said.  

When we reached the front door of our cottage Ramu unlocked the door and 
picking up Karen in his arms, said, “Saheb, you carry Irma in.” 

We carried the girls to my room. 

“Welcome to our room and bed,” Ramu chuckled laying Karen on the bed. 

“Are we all going to sleep in one room?” Irma asked. 

“Yes, it is more convenient to fuck you both,” Ramu laughed, “Any objections?” 

“No, just checking,” Karen giggled. 

“I am feeling very dirty,” Irma said, “I must change my panties.” 

“Yeah take them off. We’ll fuck first then you can wear fresh panties,” Ramu 
chuckled, “No sense in dirtying two panties.” 

“Oooo, that‘ll be nice,” Karen giggled, “but not in our ass holes.” 

“That is for later,” I laughed. 

We all undressed and got into bed. We fucked both Irma and Karen one after the 
other and then we slept. 

We woke up at tea time. After our tea we went for a swim followed by drinks and 
dinner. We were back in our cottage by ten. 

We undressed and got into bed. After fucking the twins once each we rested. 

I said, “I am curious as to which one of you two was deflowered first or did you 
both lose your cherry at the same time to the same man.” 

“What do you think we are?” Irma shot back, “For your information this is the first 
time that we are having sex together.” 

“Sorry, I did not mean to offend you,” I replied apologizing, “Who was deflowered 
first and at what age?” 

They looked at each other. Then Irma said shrugging, “I was deflowered first and 
it happened few months after our thirteenth birthday.”  

“Tell us the details,” Ramu said, “How did it happen?” 

“You want to know a lot?” Karen giggled. 

“Please tell us,” I requested. 

“Okay, first you tell us how you both lost your virginity,” Irma said. 

“Did you lose your virginity at the same time to the same woman?” Karen 
chuckled repeating my question. 

“We are friends not brothers,” Ramu said. 

“Really, if one sees your cocks only then you could pass as identical twins,” 
Karen giggled,

“Jokes apart,” Irma said, “you tell us first.” 

Ramu told them that when he was fourteen Shanti, their maid, had caught him 
masturbating and invited him to fuck her etc. etc. (Read “Loves of Ramu for the 
full story).

I narrated how Mamta had taken my virginity when I was not yet fourteen and 
taught me everything about sex (Read, “My early life and loves” for the full story). 
When I finished, I said, “Okay, now it is your turn.”  

“Irma, you start as you were deflowered first,” Ramu said. 

“There is nothing to tell,” Irma said, “I lost my cherry to my boy friend like ninety 
percent girls do in my country.” 

“Maybe so,” I said, “Just narrate the circumstances etc.”

“It was holiday time. The schools were closed. Both our parents worked. Mama’s 
employers sent her to Munich, Germany for a month to manage their stall in an 
international exhibition. Karen and Olaf, our elder brother, accompanied her to 
Munich and I stayed back with papa,” Irma started her story. 

“Sorry to interrupt you,” I apologized, “Why did you stay back?” 

“Because they had taken English and German as foreign languages in the school 
and I had taken English and French,” Irma explained, “Daddy felt that it was a 
good opportunity for them to practice what they had learned in school.”

“Makes sense,” I said, “Okay, continue.” 

“A week or so after they had left six girls and six boys went for a night picnic on 
the beach. We swam and after eating dinner we wandered off in pairs. 

I was with Sven, my boy friend who was sixteen. We sat in a secluded place and 
began to pet heavily. I was feeling very horny. Sven caressed my cunt from 
outside the swimming costume. 

“Oh Sven,” I moaned. 

He pushed my costume to the side and ran his fingers through my slit and 
squeezed my swollen clit. I moaned loudly and separated my legs. Sven pushed 
down his swimming trunks, releasing his throbbing hard on and got between my 
open legs. 

I sensed that Sven was about to deflower me.

“Oh Sven, please be gentle with me. This is my first time,” I moaned. 

Sven kissed me tenderly and he rubbed his cock up and down my hairless slit. 

“Oh Sven, it feels sooo good,” I moaned opening my legs further. 

Sven crushed my lips with his and aiming his cock at my fuck hole gave a mighty 
shove. 

“MMMFFFTTTT,” I tried to scream as his cock tore through my hymen and buried 
itself in my cunt. 

“Oh Sven,” I groaned bucking my bottoms trying to dislodge him, “Please let me 
go. It is hurting.”

“It’ll soon be alright,” Sven said taking a firm grip of me and began to move his 
cock in and out of my cunt. I lay groaning with pain as he pumped my cunt. At 
first his strokes were slow and long then he started banging my cunt with hard 
and short strokes. 

The pain had subsided and it was replaced by an enjoyable feeling. The feeling 
became more intense with each stroke. Suddenly he grunted loudly and pushing 
his cock deep inside my pussy, bombarded the mouth of my womb with blobs of 
hot cum. His strokes became slower and slower till he lay still on me. 

“Oh Irma,” he moaned kissing me. 

I was disappointed. I had just started to enjoy myself when he stopped. 

Few minutes later I felt his cock getting hard inside my cunt. When he was hard 
enough he began the fuck movement. Soon I felt the enjoyable sensation again.

My body trembled against his and my hips moved up and down with the rhythm 
of his in and out strokes. 

“OH SVEN, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD,” I squealed. 

He kept thrusting in and out of my cunt till my orgasm peaked. Suddenly my body 
arched. 

“OH I AMMMM CUUMMMMIIINNNGGGGG,” I yelled gasping for breath.

Without missing a beat he kept pumping his cock in and out of my cunt. 
My breathing became labored and harsh as he pulled his cock to the tip of my 
quivering quim and then moved in again. Soon I was on the boil again.

“OH SVEN,” I cried in ecstasy. He continued to pump his cock in and out of my 
aroused pussy. 

“OH Y…HES OHHH Y…HESSSS FUCK ME MORE,” I moaned.

I started to hump my hips upward, drawing his cock deeper and deeper inside my 
newly-opened fuck hole. 

His cock swelled inside me. He fucked me with hard strokes. His strokes became 
shorter and harder. My whole body shuddered violently. 

“OH SVEN I AMMM CUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGG,” I yelled and for the second time 
in my life I had an orgasm with a cock inside my cunt. 

Few hard strokes later Sven deposited his load into my hitherto virgin cunt for the 
second time that night.

“Was it better this time?” Sven panted. 

“Oh yes, it was heavenly,” I replied kissing him wildly. 

“This is the story of my first fuck,” Irma giggled. 

“Irma, it was very interesting,” Ramu said squeezing her boobs. 

“Karen, now it is your turn,” I pointed out. 

“By now you know how horny I am. When I was twelve I masturbated at least 
twice a day,” Karen said starting her story, “My boyfriend Gustav and I indulged 
in heavy petting. He fingered my cunt and I fisted him and sucked his cock. I 
liked the taste of cum. 

Many times during petting, I said, “Oh Gustav, fuck me.” 

He always replied, “Not yet, you are too young.”

When I was thirteen I asked Gustav again to fuck me. “Karen, I want to but I think 
we should wait till you are fourteen,” he replied. 

I was very disappointed and decided to look around for someone to deflower me. 

Irma has already told you that Olaf and I accompanied mama to Munich, 
Germany. In the exhibition I met a man whose stall was five or six stalls away 
from mama’s stall. This man stared at my boobs whenever I walked past his stall. 
I enjoyed his attention and walked past his stall many times during the day.                  

One morning as I was passing his stall he smiled at me and I stooped and smiled 
back. 

“Guten morgen (Good morning),” he said in German.

“Guten morgen (Good morning),” I replied.   

“Du bist sehr huebsch (You are very pretty),” he said. 

I blushed. 

“Wo bist du her? (Where are you from?)” he asked again in German. 

“Stockholm, Sweden,” I replied. 

“Oh ich bin aus Frankfurt am Main (Oh I am from Frankfurt am Main),” he replied, 
“Why don’t you come in?” 

I entered his stall. 

“What is your name, pretty lady?” he said switching to Swedish. 

“Karen,” I replied in Swedish also. 

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, “My name is Karl. Would you like to drink 
something, a coke perhaps?” 

Karl was around forty, tall, slim and handsome. He had a beautiful eyes and a 
pleasant smile. I liked him. 

“Coke will be fine,” I replied, “You speak Swedish quite fluently.”

“Yes, and English and French too,” Karl laughed, “That is why my company 
keeps shunting me from one international exhibition to another.” 

We sat in the back room of his stall talking for half an hour or so. He told me that 
he was married and has two children, a six year old boy and a two year old girl. I 
told him about my family and that my brother and I have accompanied mama to 
Munich. 

“Why didn’t your sister come also?” he asked. 

I told him why Irma did not come with us.  

“Oh I see,” he said, “Then from now on you will speak only German and I’ll 
practice my Swedish.”

“No, no please. I can’t speak German at all,” I protested. 

“Try, I’ll correct you if you make a mistake and you correct me if I say something 
wrong in Swedish,” he said, “This way we’ll both learn.”  

Just then the phone rang. He spoke in German to someone for a few minutes.

“Yawohl, ich komme gleich (Yes sir, I’ll come immediately),” he said replacing the 
receiver. 

“Karen, it was my boss. I’ve to go,” he said apologizing, “Are you staying at the 
Hilton? I’m sure I’ve seen you there.”  

“Yes, we are at the Hilton,” I replied.

“I am at the Hilton too,” he said, “Come to my room 746 at four then we’ll practice 
your German.” 

I hesitated because the way he looked at my boobs I instinctively felt that he 
wants to fuck me. As I was not averse to losing my virginity I agreed. If I was 
wrong then at least the purpose of my coming to Munich will be served.

“Okay, I’ll come,” I said. 

“Good, see you at four,” he said and was gone.

At four I went to his room. He was waiting for me. “Karen, you are looking very 
beautiful today,” he said as we sat down. 

“Thank you,” I giggled. 

“What can I offer you, ice cream or chocolates? I’ve liquor chocolates also, in 
case you like them.” 

“Oh I love liquor chocolates,” I said.  

For two days I visited him at four. He always had some goodies for me. We 
conversed in German and nothing happened. He was always paying me 
compliments. I liked him more and more. 

On the third day he said, “Karen, I have been thinking. The best and the quickest 
way to learn any language is to enact situations in real life.” 

“I don’t understand,” I replied. 

“I’ll explain. What will you say if you go to a bank to cash a cheque or visit a 
doctor when you are sick etc.” he said. 

“Now I understand what you mean,” I said enthusiastically, “Let us play act a 
situation.” 

“Okay, you are a cashier in a bank and I’ve come to cash a cheque,” he 
suggested. 

“Okay,” I giggled. 

“You stand here and I come in and give you this cheque,” he said handing me a 
slip of paper. 

“What is this?” I asked. 

“It’s a cheque for you to cash,” he chuckled. 

“But it says ‘pay to the bearer Twenty hugs and fifty kisses’. What do I do with it?” 
I asked. 

“You are supposed to cash it,” he chuckled. 

“How can I cash it?” I replied blushing. 

“Like this,” he said and pulling me into his arms and hugged me. 

“OH,” I exclaimed. 

“This was one hug. Now I’ll show you the kisses,” he said and bending down 
kissed me tenderly on my lips a couple of times. 

“Please Karl, don’t,” I protested.

He ignored my protest and taking me in his arms crushed his lips on mine. At first 
I struggled to free myself but few seconds later melted into his arms. He forced 
his tongue through my half parted lips and sucked my tongue. Few minutes later 
when the kiss broke, we were both panting. 

“Oh Karen, your lips are so sweet,” he panted, “Kiss me again.” 

I raised my face and we kissed again. This time we both sucked each others 
tongue and lips. After that day whenever I protested he said laughingly, “I’m only 
taking what’s due to me.”

Few days later Karl asked, “Today we’ll act doctor and patient. You come to a 
doctor with a bad cold and chest congestion.”  

I nodded. “This is my office,” he said sitting on a chair near the bed with a 
stethoscope around his neck.”

“Good morning doctor, may I come in?” I asked. 

“Good morning Karen, please come in,” he replied, “What brings you here?” 

“Doctor, I have a bad cold and cough,” I said coughing. 

“I see, I’ll have to examine you. Please lie down on the bed,” he said putting the 
stethoscope in his ears. 

I lay down on the bed. 

“Karen, open the buttons of your blouse,” he said.

“Can’t you examine me like this,” I said blushing. 

“Karen, don’t be shy,” he said, “I am your doctor.” 

Hesitatingly I did what he wanted. I was not wearing a bra. Actually, I never wore 
a bra because I felt suffocated in one. 

He started at my naked breasts. 

“Oh my God, your boobs are very beautiful,” he exclaimed. 

“You say that to all the girls,” I pouted blushing. 

“No, I don’t,” he said cupping my breasts, “They are prettiest pair of boobs I have 
ever seen.” 

“Oh Karl, you say the most wonderful things,” I giggled turning beet root red.

“Karen, may I kiss them,” he said and before I could reply he began to squeeze 
and kiss my boobs. 

“Oh Karl,” I moaned. 

He kissed and suckled my boobs, one after the other, while caressing and 
pressing the other tit.

“Oh Karl, please stop,” I giggled pushing back his head, “It tickles.” 

“It tickles here, doesn’t it?” he laughed pressing my crotch over my skirt.  

“Oh please don’t touch me there,” I said blushing. 

After that day he played with my boobs whenever he wanted. 

Few days later he said, “Karen, now it your turn to be the doctor.” I wondered 
what he would do now. 

“Karl, what seems to be the problem,” I asked. “I seem to have a pain in my lower 
body,” Karl said.

“Okay, lie down on the bed and take off your shirt,” I said, “I’ll have to examine 
you.” 

Karl took off his shirt and lay down on the bed. 

“Is it here?” I asked pressing his chest. 

“No, I think it is lower,” he replied. 

I put my hand on his stomach and asked, “Is it here?”  

“No, it is further down,” Karl said. 

I looked down and noticed the big bulge in Karl’s pants. This was an opportunity 
to encourage him.

“I think I know what the problem is,” I said and placed my hand below Karl’s 
navel, “It is this swelling.” 

“Ooh yes,” he moaned. 

“I’ll have to examine it in more detail,” I said pressing his hard on. 

“Will it be easier if I took off my pants,” Karl said. 

Before I could reply he jumped up and took off his pants and pushed down his 
underwear. Karl’s cock sprang out from its confines and pointed straight up 
standing in all its glory on its hairy bed. 

Karl’s cock was much bigger and thicker than Gustav’s cock.

“OH JESUS, your cock is bigger than Gustav’s,” I gasped involuntarily.

“Who is Gustav?” Karl asked. 

“My boyfriend,” I whispered blushing. 

“Have you taken his cock in your hand,” he asked. 

I sat with downcast eyes without replying. 

“You have, haven’t you?” he laughed, “Take my cock in your hand.” 

I shook my head vigorously. 

“Come on Karen,” he said and taking my hand and forced it on his cock. I tried to 
pull my hand away but he held it there. 

“Move the skin up and down,” he suggested. 

Hesitatingly I moved his foreskin up and down. His big cock throbbed in my hand 
and a drop of precum shot out of his cock and accumulated on the tip of his 
glowing cockhead. 

“Oh,” I exclaimed longingly to taste his cum. 

“Karen, take my cock in your mouth and suck it,” he said as if reading my 
thoughts.

I was as if hypnotized by his big cock and like a zombie I kneeled in front of him 
and took his cock in my hands. 

I sucked his balls one at a time and slowly licked up the underside of his cock 
until my lips surrounded his cockhead. I did this several times till his cock was 
wet and slippery with my spit.  

Then taking his cock in my mouth began moving down till half his cock 
disappeared into my mouth. 

“Oh Karen, it feels so good,” he moaned placing his hand on my head. 

I bobbed my head up and down, at first slowly and then with increasing speed 
while gently squeezing his balls. 

"Karen, go on. Don’t stop," he gasped at last. 

I knew he was about to explode in a matter of a few more seconds. His hips 
moved back and forth fucking my mouth. 

"OH KAREN …I AM CUMMMIIINNNGGGGG," he gasped shoving his cock deep 
down my throat and starting shooting wads of thick cum in my mouth. I 
swallowed as fast as I could but some of it leaked from the side of my mouth.  

“How was I?” I panted looking him.

“Oh Karen, you were great,” Karl moaned pulling me up into my arms and kissing 
my cum stained lips. 

“You have sucked cock before,” he asked. I nodded grinning shyly. 

After that day cock sucking became a regular feature our meetings. 

One day he said, “Karen, today we’ll enact another situation. Imagine that you 
have a pain in your abdomen region. You go to a doctor. What will you say?” 

“Oh Herr Docktor, bitte helfen sie mir. Mein bauch tut es sehr weh (Oh doctor, 
please help me. My stomach is paining),” I said. 

“Lie down on the bed,” he said. 

I lay down and he sat down next to me. 

“Does it pain here,” he asked pressing my stomach.

“No, a little lower,” I replied without thinking. He raised my mini skirt. 

“Karen, I will have to remove your panties to get a better look,” he said. 

“NO, KARL, NO,” I shouted but he grabbed my panties and pulled them off in one 
quick motion. 

“On my God, your cunt is sooo beautiful also,” he said running his fingers 
between my moist slit. I blushed grinning happily at his lavish compliment. 

He moved his fingers up down a couple of times. My clit became hard. He 
suddenly squeezed my clit between his thumb and forefinger. 

“JESUS CHRIST,” I gasped and my bottoms jerked upwards. 

“It feels nice, doesn’t it?” he chuckled. 

“Y…hes,” I moaned. 

Karl separated my legs and buried his face between my legs. 

“OH KARL, DON’T DO THAT,” I moaned. 

I felt his tongue lick my slit up and down. He even tried to force his tongue into 
my cunt hole but could not get more than the tip of his tongue inside. Then he 
sucked my clit till, I gasped, “Oh Karl, please stop I can’t cum anymore.” 

“Did you enjoy it,” he asked. 

“Oh Karl, it was fantastic,” I panted. 

“Karen, are you a virgin?” he asked kissing me. I nodded. 

“Make place for me to lie down next to you,” he said starting to undress. 

“At last now he will deflower me,” I thought making place for him. 

I felt a little nervous but I was determined to lose my cherry. He lay down next to 
me but not as I had expected. He lay in sixty nine position. 

“Karen, suck my cock while I eat your pussy,” he said. 

We sixty-nined till I came several times and Karl filled my mouth with his cum 
once. 

I was very disappointed. That night when I was lying in bed many questions rose 
in my mind like ‘Why did he not fuck me today?’ ‘Does he also think that I am too 
young etc. etc.?’ and cried myself to sleep.  

For the next two days we did nothing but suck each other off. 

On the third day we undressed and I got down on my knees to give him a blow 
job. “Karen, today I would like you to suck my cock with your other mouth,” he 
said. 

I was surprised. “What other mouth?” I exclaimed. 

“This one,” he chucked fingering my slit. 

My heart missed a beat. At last I am going to lose my virginity. 

“A…A…Are going to fuck me?” I stuttered. 

“Yes, my dear, you’ll love it,” Karl said. 

“Oh no, your big thing will hurt me,” I said covering my hairless cunt with my 
hands. 

“Karen, I promise to stop if it hurts you,” he said solemnly raising his right hand. 

“Okay, I trust you,” I said nervously removing my hands. 

He sat down on the bed and sat me in his lap facing him with my legs on either 
side of him. Then he placed his cock at the entrance of my cunt and pulled me 
gently towards him. 

I felt his big swollen cockhead enter my cunt. 

“AAWWWWAAA,” I screamed as his cock stretched my small cunt entrance and 
slid in. 

“Oh Karl, it is hurting me,” I groaned with pain.

“Relax, my dear, the pain will go away in seconds otherwise I’ll stop,” he said 
holding my hips tightly moved my body back and forth. 

“Does it hurt you now?” he asked. 

“No, it is much better now,” I replied truthfully. 

“Good, now close your eyes and enjoy the pleasures of fucking,” he chuckled 
moving my body in fuck motion. I did not know then that he fucked me with 
shallow strokes without breaking my hymen. 

After a few minutes of in and out movement of his cockhead a pleasant feeling 
spread through my body. 

"Ohhh Karl," I squealed. 

“It’s nice isn’t it?” Karl laughed. 

“Oh y…hes,” I moaned. 

The pleasant feeling increased with each stroke. Soon I felt my orgasm 
approaching. 

“OH KARL GO ON DON’T STOP,” I shouted as my orgasm peaked. 

At the height of my orgasm Karl pulled my hips roughly towards him. I felt an 
excruciating pain in my crotch. 

“AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEE,” I screamed as his big cock tearing my 
hymen, buried itself deep inside my quivering quim. 

“Relax, the painful part is now behind us,” he said soothingly.

“KARL, LET ME GO. IT IS HURTING,” I yelped. 

“Don’t,” Karl said holding me tightly to him as I struggled to dislodge him. 

“Karl, let me go. You have hurt me,” I cried and began to sob. 

“Don’t cry my dear, the pain will soon subside,” he said crushing his lips on mine. 
When the kiss broke he asked, “Does it still hurt?” 

“Just a little but it hurt terribly,” I pouted. 

“I told you so,” he laughed laying me down on the bed without uncoupling and got 
over me and began to move his cock in and out of my cunt.

Soon the pain disappeared completely and the pleasant feeling of before 
returned. At first he fucked me with long slow strokes but later gathered speed. 

“Oh Karl,” I moaned as he thrust his cock furiously in and out of my cunt. I threw 
my legs over his back and pulled him deeper inside my pussy.

“Oh Karl,” I moaned pressing his crotch against mine. 

His big cock plunged deeper and deeper into my cunt as he fucked me hard 
while his hands roamed all over my body pinching my tits and squeezing my ass.  

My whole body shuddered violently and my hips moved up and down in rhythm 
of his strokes. He was humping me now with short and hard strokes. 

"KARL... OH, JESUS! DON'T STOP... PLEASE, DON'T STOP!" I pleaded.

He grunted and responded by driving my cock faster and harder into me. 

My body arched and throwing back her head, I shouted, “OH Y…HES OHHH 
OHHHHHH KAAARRRRLLLL I AMMMM CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG.” 

“OH KAREN, ICH KOMME AUCH (OH KAREN, I AM CUMING ALSO),” he 
grunted loudly driving his cock deep inside my cunt and started blasting the 
entrance of my womb with blobs of cum. 

"Oh Karen, it was fantastic," Karl moaned kissing me passionately. 

“This is how I lost my cherry in Munich but my German improved considerably,” 
Karen giggled. 

“Did you tell each other that you had lost your virginity or…” Ramu asked. 

“What happened was very interesting,” Karen said, “On my…….” 

“Stop, let me tell them,” Irma said interrupting Karen, “On Karen’s return when we 
were alone I said to her that I’ve something to tell you.” 

“I’ve something to tell you too,” Karen replied. 

For the next few minutes we argued who should tell first. Ultimately we decided 
that we’ll say it together. 

“I…am…no…longer…a…virgin,” we both said simultaneously. 

“WHAT?” we both exclaimed together and hugging each other laughed. 

Then we told each other how we were deflowered,” Irma giggled. 

“Did you have any other interesting sexual experience?” I asked. 

“No not really…,” Karen said. 

“What about Mrs. Peterson?” Irma said.

“Oh yes,” Karen giggled, “She was a bad woman.”  

“I love bad women,” Ramu chuckled, “Tell us in detail.”

“We will but fuck me first,” Irma giggled turning on her back and spreading her 
legs. 

“Karen, would you like me to fuck you also?” Ramu asked. 

“Of course, I would like to be fucked too,” Karen tittered. After we had fucked 
both of them Ramu said, “Now tell us.” 

“Six months after I had returned from Munich Irma and I were sitting in ice cream 
parlor. 

“Irma, imagine serving Russian caviar and French champagne at a party 
attended by five hundred guests,” I said. 

“Yes, I read the news item too,” Irma sighed, “I wonder what Russian caviar and 
French champagne taste like.” 

“Me too,” I sighed, “I wonder whether we’ll ever get to taste them.”

“If you like you can taste it today,” we heard a pleasant voice say. 

We turned and saw a pretty lady sitting on the next table smiling at us. “What did 
you say?” Irma asked. 

“I said you can taste Russian caviar and French champagne today if you like,” 
the lady said. 

“How?” I asked. 

“Come with me,” the lady said, “I’ve lots of it at home.”  

We had planned to see a movie that afternoon. “Let’s go with her,” Irma 
whispered, “I am dying to find out why everyone raves about Russian caviar and 
French champagne.”

“What about the movie we were planning to see?” I whispered back. 

“Fuck the movie,” Irma whispered rudely, “This is a chance of a life time.” 

“Alright,” I replied shrugging. 

“Okay ma’am, we’ll come with you,” Irma told the lady. 

She got up and joined us on our table. “I am Mrs. Ingrid Peterson,” she said, 
“What are your names?

“My name is Irma and this is my sister Karen,” Irma said introducing us. We 
finished our ice cream and accompanied her. 

Mrs. Peterson was very pretty. She was around thirty five years old, 5’6” tall with 
a heavenly figure and almond shaped brown eyes. She had a longish face, 
slightly upturned nose, full red lips with shoulder length dark brown hair.

A white pearl string round her throat enhanced the beauty of her long swan like 
neck. She wore a tight blood red blouse hugging her tits, black skirt and black 
high-heeled shoes to match. 

She drove us to her flat in her black Mercedes. A maid opened the door of her 
flat, which was beautifully decorated. Everything about her smelled of money like 
her clothes, her car and her flat. 

She led the way to the sitting room. She asked us to sit down on the sofa and 
she sat down in between us. 

“Mrs. Peterson, what does your husband do?” Irma asked looking around. 

“My husband died three years ago and left me all this,” she giggled with a wave 
of her hand. 

“Oh we are sorry,” we mumbled. 

“Thank you,” she said, “Would you like to watch TV?” 

We nodded. She switched on the TV. 

“Anna, these young ladies would like to taste Russian caviar and French 
champagne,” she said, “Please serve it here so that they can watch cartoons 
while they eat.” 

Anna brought the caviar, toast, crackers and popped a bottle of champagne. 

“Anna, I am very thirsty. Bring a glass for me too,” she said as Anna poured 
champagne in our glasses. Anna poured a glass of champagne for Mrs. 
Peterson. 

Mrs. Peterson raised her glass and said, “May this be a beginning of a long 
friendship,” and took a sip. 

We also raised our glasses and said together, “To our friendship,” and drained 
our glasses. 

“Girls, don’t drink so fast,” she cautioned us, “It might go to your head.” 

“No, it won’t,” Irma said, “Our daddy gives us wine to drink very often.” 

Mrs. Peterson shrugged as Anna topped our glasses. She carried on a 
conversation with us while we munched on toast and caviar and drank 
champagne and watched Tom chasing Jerry all over the house. Irma drank much 
faster than I did. 

“Girls, how old are you?” Mrs. Peterson asked. 

“Thirteen and a half,” I replied with my mouth full and eyes glued to the TV. 

“Your tits are big for thirteen and a half,” she said, “Are they real?” 

“Of course they are real,” Irma giggled. 

Suddenly I felt her hand on my naked tits. We were wearing loose tank tops and 
as usual no bra. 

“What are doing?” I protested catching her hand. 

“Oh don’t,” Irma giggled. I glanced at Irma and saw Mrs. Peterson’s hand inside 
her tank top also. 

“Just checking, if they are real like you said,” she laughed taking her hands away. 

Mrs. Peterson talked about our school, her family and many other subjects. The 
champagne had gone to my head. I kept shaking my head to clear it. I saw that 
Irma was also a little tipsy. Mrs. Peterson put her hand inside my tank top and 
gently squeezing my nipples. 

“Please don’t do that,” I moaned. 

“Don’t you like what I am doing?” she chuckled. 

Before I could reply, Irma, who was quite tipsy, said, “Oh yes, it feels very nice.” 

“I was not tipsy like Karen would like you to believe, though my head was 
buzzing. I liked what Mrs. Peterson’s fingers were doing,” Irma said continuing 
the story. 

I was getting horny. I let Mrs. Peterson play with my tits. Suddenly she put her 
hand under my skirt and caressing my pussy from outside the panties. I looked 
towards Karen. 

Mrs. Peterson’s hand was moving under her skirt also. Karen’s eyes were closed 
and her head was resting on Mrs. Peterson’s shoulder. 

“Oh Mrs. Peterson,” Karen moaned.

“Are you virgins?” she asked caressing our cunts. 

End of part 11.

To be continued…