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Beate’s parents were
strict. I don’t know if it was because they were Catholic, older, or some of
either of their daughters’ prior escapades. She also told me that they wouldn’t
like the idea of her seeing someone like me—a foreigner, non-Catholic, and
engaged in something as plebian as professional soccer. While in
It meant that we were
limited in the time we could spend together and it was difficult for her to
spend the night. That all added to the drama and while it was hard to get
sexually intimate sometimes, a lot of the time we did spend together was out of
bed. But it was nice having a steady girlfriend again. The last time I really
had one was in the States—everything else since then had been pretty much just
sex (not that I’m complaining). Beate and I would go to movies, hang out in
cafes in the old town, and attend some of the social events around the club.
Still she wanted to keep things from her parents, which meant that we only went out sporadically and had to rely on friends like Renate for alibis. Frank, my roommate, found the whole things amusing but would help out when he could. Since it was difficult for Beate to find an excuse to stay overnight he’d usually make himself scarce when we ended up at the apartment.
Beate seemed very
straight-laced and prim. Usually we got together after school when she would be
wearing her uniform and that added to her proper demeanor. She also had a thing
against oral sex, and it was even hard at first to get her into something other
than the missionary position. But when we were alone she could quickly lose
that deportment and become quite vivacious.
* * *
One evening we were
at the apartment while Frank was still around. He was getting dressed up for a
night out, and Beate and I watched some TV. It was a weeknight and Beate was
expected to be home by nine-thirty, and I think we were both were getting antsy
to be alone. Frank seemed to be painfully lethargic, and Beate even asked him
to hurry up as she went to use the bathroom. As usual she was wearing her
school dress with the white knee socks that made her look younger and
green-blue plaid skirt.
She was still in a
huff after using the toilet. I squeezed her hand to calm her down but she just
sighed and looked away. Her hand was balled up holding something and I tried to
make her let go, but she held firm and broke away.
Finally Frank left around
eight-thirty or –forty-five. Beate immediately sat in my lap facing me and we
started kissing. I opened the top of her shirt with my mouth exposing the tops
of her breasts and tried to peel the straps holding up the little A-cups off
her shoulders with my teeth.
Beate unzipped my fly
and pulled out my semi-hard member. She started rubbing it erect with the
something she had in her hand. It felt soft and but also hot from the friction
against my meat. I tried to pry open her hand to see what it was but she
resisted so I stuck to sucking her now bare nipples. My boner felt like it was
going to burst.
“Let’s go upstairs,”
I whispered while nuzzling her ear lobe.
“Nien, hier ist gut,”
she whispered back.
She was holding my
cock and pulled it under her the flap of her skirt, bending it at an awkward
angle. It was close to bursting already and her manipulation was uncomfortable
verging on pain. Then the head brushed against something damp and caught.
Beate’s hips fell forward and half my cock penetrated into her.
”Es gibt besser.” It
was better. The angles of our body parts did not make this an easy insert of
flap A into slot B. A did not easily slip into B; but B was not going to let A
slip out. I could only get three or four inches into her. The walls of her
cunny pressed hard on the top part of my prick that was in her, and the
pressure felt like I was rubbing against bone. Beate was wet and I could feel
her excitement trickle into my lap, but the pressure was as excruciating as it
was pleasurable.
I could only pump an
inch or so into her, only half of me penetrated. Beate humped on my erection
jarring me to the core. It was a very raw fuck. I couldn’t even see what was
going on since all the action was under her skirt.
At the moment Frank
unlocked the door. He’d forgotten his wallet and rushed upstairs. Beate still
straddled my lap impaled on my prick. As soon as Frank was in his room she
started fucking me again. When he found his stuff and came back out onto the
landing she stopped moving. She kissed my forehead and leaned back. This just
bent my prick even more.
Frank leaned over and
patted me on the shoulder. “Hey guys, don’t waste time before the curfew,” he
laughed.
“We won’t,” Beate
smiled.
Before he even shut
the door Beate leaned back forward, my prick relaxed as its angle got less
acute, and we started fucking hard little jabs against one another. I was
coming within thirty seconds and pumped for another minute until Beate
orgasmed. Just as we finished we heard Frank lift the foot off the clutch and
drive off in his car.
Beate wrapped her
arms around my neck with her hands on my shoulder.
“Was ist dies?” I
asked holding the wrist of her fisted hand. She opened it up and dropped her
panties into my lap.
* * *
For whatever even
Beate didn’t want to engage in oral sex. I did dream about how her soft mouth
would feel sucking my cock but I was never able to convince her to even try. It
was difficult enough getting her to even touch it with her hand, or to let me
put my fingers in her. I only went down on her once in the months we dated, and
I think that was only because we ran out of condoms.
It was probably the
third time we spent the whole night together. Beate had arranged with a
girlfriend to give her an alibi. Even so she had to stay at her friends house until
eleven in case her parents did a bed check by phone. I was pretty listless by
midnight when Beate finally arrived. I paid off the taxi and we rushed
upstairs. In seconds we were mostly naked and rolling around on my bed.
We were kissing and
my hand rubbed her crotch through her briefs. I could sense her humidity spill
into the palm of my hand as my thumb diddled her clit. My cock had escaped
through the fly of my boxers and I persuaded Beate to hold it. She flexed back
the skin hood and ran her fingers around the rim of the engorged head. I was
able to get my fingers inside a leg hole of her panties and brush them over her
labia. Her lips parted and I could distinguish her in and outer petals of her
opening. Beate cooed in my ear as I fingered her and started sucking her tiny
hard nipples.
She let go of my tool
and pulled down her briefs, which tangled around my wrist. I shook them off and
reached into the bedside table for a rubber. There was one left, and I tore it
open with my teeth. The spermicidal lubricant was bitter on my tongue. Beate
took it from the packet and sheathed my erection.
She held onto to it
as I rolled onto my back pulling her on top of me. She squatted over me,
holding the base of my erection so the tip pressed against her lips but didn't
enter her. I bucked impulsively but all that did was make my cock slide over
her opening. She grinned at my frustration, holding my prick back so I couldn't
penetrate.
"Please," I
implored. Her looked was sadistic and she toyed with me for another minute or
two. Then with a sigh of relief she lowered herself onto me. I exhaled too,
relishing the feeling of her cunt gripping my prick.
I just lay back and
let her fuck me, rocking on her heels. I held her hips so that my thumbs
brushed over her pubic patch and stretching could titillate her hooded clit.
Beate's tiny tits hardly bounced as she swung up-and-down and side-to-side
astride me. The base of my prick didn't enter her and there seemed to be a
tight knot right above my scrotum. After a while Beate seemed to tire so I
flipped her over onto her back and fucked her missionary style. Now it was time
for her to be passive while I did the work.
"Ich… be…
beginner… ” Beate stammered. I thrust faster into her until I felt her body
trembling with her mounting climax. Her thighs clamped my waist tighter urging
me to join in her pleasure, and unclenching my sac my come bubbled through my
penis and spilled as she shuddered orgasmically.
Fucking Beate was so
instinctive. We lazed in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
I awoke in the
morning and listened to Beate’s sleepy breathing. We were lying on our sides
with my chin on her shoulder and morning erection pressed into the curve of the
small of her back. We had scooted to one side of the bed to avoid lying on the
damp spot left our previous night’s exertions.
I enjoyed her scent
wafting into my nostrils. There was the slight staleness of cooled sweat mixed
with the sweet smell emanating from her pores. Beate was snuggling into a pillow.
I draped my arm over her curvaceous hip and touched the soft swell of her
tummy. I traced the rim of her navel and then over slight bulge of her belly
into the coarse thatch of her pubes. She stirred slightly but seemed to remain
asleep.
With my tongue I
tried to connect the larger freckles on her shoulder, but only left a
snail-like trail of slime. Beate’s thighs parted as I delved between them. Her
labia were compressed but tingled awake as I softly stroked them. I could feel
her moistness emanate with her unconscious arousal.
“Mmmmmm… ” She moaned
in her sleep. I slipped down the bed a bit so my hard-on was caught in the top
part of the cleft between her buttocks. Beate had a firm, squarish ass.
The first knuckles of
two fingers probed her love flesh. I could feel her dampness drool over them.
Her cunt muscles seemed to clench them and I was afraid she was awake. I wanted
her to stir so we could make love, but at the same time I was fascinated at her
body’s reaction to my stimuli.
I extracted my fingers
from her cunt and pressed them to her lips. They opened slightly… then her
tongue dabbed against them tasting the juice of her sex. I knew she was at
least half awake.
I started playing
with her pussy again. Beate rolled on her back and opened her legs some more.
My prick was no longer nuzzled but now I could get three fingers into her.
“Es ist so früh… ”
she mumbled, growing conscious. It was early; from the glow of the curtains the
sun had just broken the horizon.
“Auch früh?” I pressed my prick against the
side of her hip to indicate it wasn’t too early for me. “Zu ficken?”
I didn’t think it was
too early to fuck, nor did I think Beate would either. She grabbed my cock. “Es
ist hart,” she noted the obvious.
I rolled on top of
her and started nipping her breasts.
“Haben Sie ein
Kondom?” she asked. Beate wasn’t on birth control—her parents wouldn’t
authorize it—so rubbers were our only protection. I reached for the bed stand.
There were none left.
“Nien. Haben Sie?
“Scheiße!” Beate
exclaimed exasperated. She breathed deeply. “Sie haben
I had aroused her. My
three fingers were tickling the walls and opening of her vagina and were
soaking wet from her juices.
“Ich kann helfen… ” I
offered. It was the least I could do to alleviate the desire I had stirred up
by stimulating her genitals. I got on my knees and prostrated myself before the
altar of Beate’s cunt.
“Nien… ” she said
unconvincingly.
I really hadn’t seen
much of her down there up to this point. The lips of her vertical smile were
open like a flower, almost crimson with excitement. Her clitoral bud poked
through a furled sheath at the top of her cleft like a beacon to my tongue.
I lowered my head
between her legs. The tip of my tongue landed smoothly at the base of her
opening and lathered her perineum. My nose was caught in her cleft and breathed
the bittersweet scent of her aroused sex. I lapped slowly upward tantalized my
the ridges and folds of her labia, my tongue darting between them and tasting
directly, for the first time, the honey that flowed from her sex.
Beate gasped when my
tongue slid over her urethra and found her budding clitoris. It was so tight I
thought it would explode. I lay my cheek on her the top of her right thigh and
attacked her clit from the side.
“Nien… ” she tried
again, but pushed her hips firmly toward my mouth. My lips pursed around her
button and my tongue darted over it. With a finger I traced around the furls of
her labia and spread her dew around the opening. I started stroking her clit
rhythmically and so both her breathing and pelvis were syncopated with my
movement. My finger stirred the inside rim of her vaginal opening and was
slowly drawn into her wet canal.
I had two fingers
inside her and was fucking her gently with them, but I started being more
random with my tongue. It darted onto her clit irregularly, sometimes just
brushing it, other times lapping it quickly and hard. I also clenched it
between my lips and then my teeth, stroking the distended button with the
center of my tongue.
“Oh nien… nien… ” Gasped
Beate as I started to make her come. I resumed a measured assault that matched
the pulsing of my fingers in her cunt. Beate’s pelvis started pushing against
my face and hand in the same tempo and then speeding up. As her thrusts
accelerated I matched them until she screamed out my name as she came.
With my cheek still
resting on her thigh I watched her panting chest slow down to normal breaths.
My fingers were still, and still inside her. I began to twitch them, letting
the nails press against the smooth wet walls of her vagina. I curled my tongue
around her clit. Beate tried to push my head away but I resisted.
Soon I was on my
knees. Her clitoris was still sensitive so I concentrated on her labia and
cleft. I grasped her knees and pulled her legs over my shoulder and went down
on her hard with my mouth. I was in a frenzy trying to drink every drop from
her honey pot, knowing full well that the bridge of my nose was rubbing along
the crease that protected her clit. I wanted to make her come again.
She did. It took a
little longer than the first time, but when Beate finally made it she came
twice as hard. My head was clenched between her thighs and her hips were
bucking and bruising against my face. As she came there was a new taste gushing
into my mouth. More acidic than her arousal juices.
Thick white phlegm
oozed from her, which looked like male spunk. But I hadn’t come…
I had wanted to eat
Beate solely for my own sake. I had thought long about what it would be like to
go down on her, the taste of her sex in my mouth, and whether I could
orchestrate her orgasms. But I was also calculating since I figured she’d be
more likely to take me in her mouth if I got her off first.
In spite of making
her come twice with my oral technique Beate still wouldn’t go down on me. I was
still sporting the hard-on I had woken up with an hour or so earlier. Nor would
she let me fuck her since we had run out of protection.
We kind of wrestled
on the bed, half playfully and half seriously, in my effort to get some
release. Eventually I pinned Beate face down on the bed. My erection was
throbbing and Beate’s juices were drying sticky on my face. I pressed my prick
into the cleavage between her ass cheeks. For a moment she thought I was going
to try and penetrate her anus. I had thought about but didn’t think there was a
snowball’s chance in hell that she would go for it.
Instead I pressed
myself into the fold between her buttocks. I had a hand on her crotch and
lifted her back pushed against my prick. My index finger stroked the mouth of
her cunt as my cock slid smoothly between her ass cheeks.
Beate started getting
into. The head of my cock was rubbing against the knot at the base of her
spine. When I came semen spewed onto my belly and the small of her back. I had
been horny so long that morning that gushed five or six times despite coming
just a few hours earlier.
I rolled off her and
lay beside her. Beate leaned over and kissed me. I used a pillow and wiped her
back, cleaning the white lava droplets off the pretty pattern of her freckles.
* * *
The week before
Christmas Beate left with her family for their annual ski vacation. This year
was
Frank gave me a hard
time for my moping about missing Beate, and tried to encourage me to think
about how close I was getting to the first-team. But I was still training with
the second-string. In p.t. I got Milena again. She offered to give me a hand
job but I turned it down. That made realize how strongly I felt about my
attachment to Beate.
All I could do was count the days till the
winter break started and Beate returned. Unfortunately that did not turn out to
be as fulfilling as my expectations.