Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:23:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sheila Smith <sheilamoist4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Inge

This story is based on something that a married friend told me happened
when she accompanied her husband to Germany on a business trip. The first
part is essentially true, but the later development of the story owes most
to my lurid imagination. On the other hand, I am sure that such people and
such practices can be found if you look hard enough for them. PS My friend
divorced her husband some time after their German trip, and she and I
became VERY close for a while.

A Trip to Hannover

It was my husband's idea to visit the red light district in Hannover.  He
was on a business trip and I had gone along for the ride. After dinner, he
insisted on showing me the street where all the tarts sit at their windows,
so he told me, advertising their wares. I really didn't want to go, but it
was better than staying alone in the hotel while he went off on his own. I
wasn't really prepared for the sight that met my eyes when we went behind
the modesty barrier and into the street where the whores were. The women
sitting at the windows were all either naked or dressed in alluring
costumes, red lingerie, black leather, that sort of thing. And they were
all shapes and colours and sizes. I could see that a man who was bored with
routine domestic sex might come here and try it with a black woman, or a
Scandinavian bombshell with huge boobs, or a diminutive oriental with
perfect legs, or some scowling Fräulein in military gear and sporting a
whip.

We walked the whole length of the street, goggle-eyed. Some of the girls
spoke English and they knew a lot of words that you don't learn at school!
On the way down, a very curvaceous raven-haired beauty caught my
eye. Unlike the other women, she made no comment, but simply stared
brazenly at my husband. Then, to my astonishment, she looked at me, smiled,
and winked suggestively. I felt my cheeks redden, and felt really
stupid. As we walked on down the street, I could not get the image of the
raven-haired woman out of my mind. I could remember every detail of her:
her full ripe breasts barely contained within a scarlet bra trimmed with
black lace, her muscular white thighs and her lovely round buttocks. And
that enigmatic smile, as if she had looked into my soul, as if she knew me
better than I knew myself.

On the way back up the street, I looked across at her window. She was still
there, smiling. She gave a little whistle, which immediately caught my
husband's attention.  He went across, grinning and confident, and I trailed
behind him, reluctantly but at the same time eager to have a closer look at
her.

"Are you looking for love?" she said to my husband.

"No thanks," he replied with easy confidence, as if he had dealt with
hookers many times.

"What about your beautiful wife?" she said, turning her liquid brown eyes
on me.

"Wh-what?" I stammered.

"Would you like to make love with me, darling?" she said, continuing to
stare into my eyes.

I didn't know what to say. I blushed again and turned to my husband.

"Let's go. I've had enough of this place."

"Wait a minute," he said, his manner still easy, relaxed. He turned to the
whore.

"Are you seriously suggesting that my wife might want to have sex with
another woman?"

She turned to me and smiled again.

"Well, wouldn't you, darling? Have you ever tried it with a woman?"

"No, definitely not!" I said vehemently. "It's disgusting!"

"How do you know if you've never tried it?" she said, her voice low and
seductive.

"Yes, Rosemary," said my husband, "how do you know if you've never tried
it. Go on, have a go! It might be fun!"

"Fun? Do you honestly think I would ... do such a thing?"

The whore put her hands under her breasts and squeezed and lifted them as
if she were offering them to me.

"See how they ache for you, my love!" she whispered. "Come, I will not make
any charge for you, because I really want you."

She nodded towards the door to the left of us. My husband bundled me in
before I could protest and we entered a dimly lit room which had a huge bed
in it with silk drapes. There was a heavy smell of incense everywhere. The
whore came into the room, smiling and extending her hand to my husband.

"My name is Inge. Welcome to my bedroom! And this is ...?"

"I'm Tom, and this is my wife Rosemary."

"Hello, Rosemary. Please do not be afraid. Everything will be beautiful, I
promise you."

She came forward and took both my hands in hers. Her dark eyes were deep,
hypnotic, and I found myself drawn to her despite myself. There was
something incredibly sexy about her, a certain odour which rose above the
incense to invade my nostrils and make me feel quite dizzy.

Please, Rosemary, come and sit beside me on the bed. And we will talk. Just
talk. I promise you."

I allowed her to lead me to the bed. I could feel the heat of her body as
she pressed her thigh against mine. It was a hot night and I was wearing no
stockings, just the lightest of summer dresses with my flimsiest lingerie
beneath. I felt naked. I was conscious of her closeness, of her aroma, and
of the warmth of her hand resting lightly on my thigh. She turned to Tom.

"Please leave us. This is women-only business."

Tom was stupefied.

"No way! I'm not leaving my wife with a lesbian whore for anything!"

Inge turned to me.

"It's up to you, Rosemary. What do you want to do?"

"Tom, wait for me outside, please. Just five minutes. Please. I promise
nothing will happen in here. I would just like to ... to talk about ... to
find out what women do together. Just talk. Trust me."

Reluctantly he agreed and sloped off, muttering that he would be back in
exactly five minutes. When he had gone, Inge turned to me.

"You made the right decision, Rosemary. Believe me, I know when a woman is
ready to make love in our special way. And you are ready. You want it,
don't you?"

"Of course not. I'm just curious."

"Curious. Yes. But why? Why should you want to know how women make love?"

"I .. I .."

She reached up and stroked my hair. As she turned towards me, I was
conscious again of her lovely bosom and of the aroma which so attracted
me. I felt a familiar stirring in the groin as my clitoris began to
tingle. I suddenly became aware of her mouth. Her lips were full and
heavily lipsticked, a violent scarlet which matched the scarlet of her
lingerie. And they were moist where she had run her tongue briefly over
them. I had never really studied a woman's mouth before, and I realised
with a start how attractive a woman's mouth is, much sexier that a
man's. At that moment, if I had had the choice between kissing Tom and
kissing this strange woman, I would have chosen to kiss her.

"Can't you feel it?" she said, her deep voice huskier than ever.

"Feel what?"

"The electricity passing between us."

"Don't be silly!"

But as I uttered these words, I knew that it was true, that I was feeling
more and more attracted to this woman, and that I wanted to give physical
expression to my feelings for her. She took my hands and placed them on her
breasts. They felt wonderfully warm and soft under my palms. My clitoris
buzzed with excitement, and I knew that I could not hide my feelings from
her, or from myself, try as I might. This was a mounting sexual arousal
that I had not felt with Tom for a very, very long time. She put her hands
over mine and pressed them to her bosom.

"Now can you feel it?"

I nodded dumbly. What was the use of denying that I had been attracted to
her from the moment I had first seen her and that enigmatic smile and that
inviting wink. Suddenly I remembered Tom. How long was it? Were my five
minutes up yet? I pulled away sharply.

"What's wrong, darling?" Inge's voice was full of genuine concern, as if
she were hurt at my sudden rejection of her.

"Tom. He'll be back any second."

"We could invite him to watch while we make love."

"I couldn't!"

"You couldn't what? Let him watch? Or make love with me?"

"I couldn't do either!"

Inge sighed and smiled at me again, a lingering loving smile that produced
a fluttering of butterflies' wings in the pit of my stomach.

"Yes, you could, my sweet Rosemary. And Tom would agree, whatever he
says. Believe me, I know him better than he knows himself."

"You mean he wouldn't mind if I went with a woman?"

"Mind! He'd love it, especially if we let him stay and watch."

"But that's really sick!"

"Men are sick, my love. Let him watch and have his little thrill. He cannot
begin to know the thrills that we can experience together. That tingling in
your pussy is just the beginning."

"How did you know that my .....?"

I didn't need to finish the sentence. She knew, of course, that my cunt was
already on fire, and that my whole body was aching for contact with
hers. Her mouth was suddenly irresistible. I had to know what it was feel
another woman's lips on mine, what it was like to kiss and be kissed
Inge. I do not know even now how we came to be kissing, but our mouths were
soon sealed in a long wet kiss that left my senses reeling. It was the most
beautiful kiss I had ever experienced in my whole life, its shattering
power reinforced by her enticing body odours and the sensation of being
crushed against her stupendous bosom. I wasn't even aware that Tom had
returned until his crude harsh voice broke the magic spell.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, woman?"

I pulled away from Inge guiltily, but she caught my hand and restrained
me. It was Inge who took charge of the situation now.

"Be quiet, Tom. Now, listen. If you are a very good boy, Rosemary and I
will let you stay and watch while we make love. We don't even mind if you
want to play with yourself - the sight of two women making love might turn
you on, you know. But you must promise to be quiet, not to interrupt, and,
above all, not to try to join in. Not unless and until we invite you to. Do
you agree?"

"You fucking German whore! Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?
Rosemary, get up and let's get out of here."

"Tell him, Rosemary. Tell him the truth this time.  Tell him to get out or
sit quietly. Tell him he has no other choice."

I looked at the man I had been married to for fifteen years. I thought of
our lovemaking and how, if I were really honest with myself, I had put up
with it rather than enjoyed it. Mostly my sexual satisfaction came from
masturbation, something which I knew to be true of many of my married
girlfriends. I remembered the conversations I had had in the past with some
of my more intimate girlfriends about lesbianism. We often joked about
fancying each other, but it was always kept at the level of a joke. Well,
it was no joking matter now.

"Inge's right, Tom. I've known for some time that I ... well, let's say
that I want to spend some more time with Inge now. I think you should go
back to the hotel and wait for me there, but if you want to stay, then do
as she says and sit quietly and don't interfere."

"You mean you'd be happy to play fuckfinger, or whatever you lesbians do to
each other, with this whore while I just sit here and wank?"

"Wouldn't you like to do that, Tom. If you're honest, aren't you a bit
curious too? And remember, it was your idea in the first place. I didn't
want to come in here. Now I'm here, I want to stay, so you brought it on
yourself."

"Oh, please yourself," he said sullenly. "But I am certainly not going to
sit here and watch you make a fool of yourself. I'm going to find a bar,
and I might see you later, or I might not. There must be some normal women
in this fucking town, who just like a nice stiff prick inside them, not
some perverted tart's sticky fingers."

This time, after he had stormed out, I knew that Inge and I had all the
time in the world to get to know each other, to explore each other's bodies
and to make each other happy. I was nervous, of course, because I was about
to do what I had only talked jokingly about or had only contemplated in my
most secret dreams, but I knew that in Inge I had found the perfect teacher
to introduce me gently and expertly into the mysteries of this special kind
of loving. My clitoris began to tremble again as I turned apprehensively
towards Inge, scared and desperate at the same time to recapture the
magical mood induced by our passionate kissing and which Tom's arrival had
so brutally shattered.

"Kiss me!" Inge whispered urgently. In moments, she was on her back, her
legs splayed apart, and I was on top of her, trapped in her strong arms
which crushed me against her body. Our next kiss lasted an eternity as our
tongues explored the caverns of our mouths, hot and wet, eager an hungry,
as if we were afraid there would be no more kisses after this one. I could
feel her prominent pubic mound under mine, and could not resist grinding
against her, trying to feel my clitoris against hers. I juddered into
orgasm, unable to keep from crying out at the beauty of it.

"Darling, I am so happy for you!" my lover whispered, as she probed my ear
delicately with her tongue.

"I want you to come too!" I said urgently. Even the sound of my own words
urging her to come sent a thrill through my body. I spasmed into orgasm for
a second time. "Don't worry, Rosemary, my angel, we will both come a
thousand times before the night is over!"

What could she mean? I had heard of multiple orgasms, of course, but, apart
from one or two torrid sessions when I had gone into a sexual frenzy using
my vibrator on my clitoris, I had never experienced anything more dramatic.

Inge rolled me over on to my back and started to undress me.  As she
stripped off my dress and my bra, she looked appreciatively at my
breasts. They were smaller than hers, but I was rather proud of their
firmness and their plump round shape.

"Mmm!! What lovely nipples you have!"

I had never thought of my nipples as being anything more than two small
dark cherries at the tips of my boobs. Why lovely?

"You are so aroused, my sweet. Look at how they stick out! You naughty
girl! You really are - how do you say it? - randy.  Mmm!! They look good
enough to eat!"

As she said this, she slid her lips wetly down over my throat, over the
curving swell of my breasts and on to my nipples, sucking first one and
then the other into her mouth and flicking them with her agile
tongue. There seemed to be a direct electric connection between my nipples
and my clitty, for in no time, my clitty went into spasm and I juddered
into orgasm for a third time! Inge slid further down my body, her lips
leaving a trail of wet kisses over my belly until I knew that her mouth was
millimetres from my tingling clitoris. I longed to feel her tongue
there. Please, Inge, kiss me there! But, teasingly, she showered little
smacking kisses first on one thigh then on another before coming up again
to my belly. It was as if she wanted to kiss everything except my fanny! I
raised my cunny to meet her mouth, desperate to feel her tongue on my
clitty. She raised her head and smiled up at me.

"Patience, darling! Everything in good time!"

What an accomplished whore she was! By the time her mouth finally came down
on my cunt, I was in a completely helpless state. My occasional spasms had
built into a sort of "high" which was like nothing I had ever experienced
before, a buzzing state of continuous sexual excitement that was more than
an orgasm. I was floating high above the earth, my body reduced to one
quivering mass of sexual ecstasy. And when I felt her full wet lips finally
press down over my equally wet cuntlips, it was as if she had come home at
last. Her mouth was where it was always meant to be, over my cunt. Her
tongue was soon busy licking an probing and flicking back and forth over
the hypersensitive flesh, now sucking in my clitoris, now sliding wetly
along the silky inner walls of my labia, now pushing deliciously into my
cunny to taste my cuntjuices. I knew their taste for I often licked my own
fingers when I masturbated. I liked the taste of my own cunt very much, and
often regretted that Tom was not at all turned on by the idea of oral
sex. He did it once out of curiosity and pronounced it "boring". Now I was
getting all the oral sex I could wish for, and from the mouth of a
wonderfully experienced woman, who knew just exactly what excited another
woman. In that first wonderful night with Inge, I learned all about the
delights and the techniques of lesbian lovemaking, a knowledge which I was
to put to very good use when I returned to England and to the hitherto
boring life of a suburban housewife.

She came up then and kissed me full on the mouth so that I could taste my
own juices. Her whole face was awash with the lubricant juices of my
generous cunt.

"Sorry," I tried to murmur between kisses, "I didn't realise how wet I
was!"

"Darling, I love your wetness! It is so sexy. And it tells me how alive you
are, how much you love me to lick your sweet cunny! I truly love it! I
could stay down there all night, licking you out!"

We kissed again. Such wonderful tastes and smells! "Would you like me to do
the same for you, Inge?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I won't be very good at it, I'm sure, 'cos I've never done it before
but..."

"Darling Rosemary, just do what you want to do, because everything you do
is all right with me!"

She rolled over on to her back again, her scarlet lingerie soon discarded,
and held her hand over my head as she guided me gently down on to her
bosom. I sucked in her nipples eagerly, wanting to suck them deep into my
mouth, like a greedy baby on its first feed.

"Gently! Gently! There's no hurry! Savour my breasts. Savour my body. Eat
me slowly, slowly, my love. We have all the time in the world."

Making love to Inge was wonderful. She was so responsive and so
understanding. Once, in my excitement, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth
and bit on it. She let out a short yelp of pain.

"Please don't bite it off, Liebchen, it is my main source of pleasure!"

"Sorry Inge, I got a bit carried away."

"That's all right, my love. Just, what is the word?, just nibble on it. I
love it when you just nibble on it, I love to feel your sharp little teeth
on my clitoris. Mmm!! That's - aahhh!!! - gooood!!!"

For the first time, I felt her body judder into orgasm, as I felt her cunt
go into spasm under my lips. I was so proud of myself! I - a little English
suburban housewife - was able to give pleasure to an experienced whore like
Inge!

"More!" she whispered hoarsely as she spread her legs even wider and
pressed my head into her crutch. I set to with a will to suck and probe and
lick her cunt the way she had sucked and probed and licked mine. I
remembered how it had felt, how she had caused explosions inside me like
rockets going off. I wanted her to feel those same thrills.

"Darling, do you know what soixante-neuf is?"

"I th-think so," I said hesitantly, lifting my mouth from her generous cunt
and its delicious flow of juices. She raised me to her, kissed me on the
mouth and then guided me so that I swivelled round on her with my head was
between her legs as her head was between mine.

"Just do exactly what I do," Inge commanded me in that sexy voice of hers.

What an incredible experience it was. I had to concentrate very hard to
ensure that my actions exactly mirrored hers. When she flicked her tongue
over my clitoris, I flicked my tongue over hers. Her tongue trailed lightly
over the inner walls of my labia, something that drove me wild. I licked
her cuntlips in the same way and noticed how her body trembled in
response. Her mouth clamped over my cuntlips then and her tongue probed
into me as she sucked out my cuntjuices. I did the same to her, loving the
earthy taste of her, and wanting to swallow every last drop of her precious
fluids. I was so drugged by this time that I was on automatic pilot. It was
really hypnotic to mirror her cunnilingus so exactly, like the trance-like
state induced by intoning a
mantra. Probe. Probe. Lick. Lick. Suck. Suck. Wriggle. Wriggle. A little
jet, the briefest squirt, of urine shot into my mouth. Automatically I
squeezed on my bladder and sent a reciprocal squirt of urine into her
mouth. It was only then that I realised what had happened. I was not so
much shocked as curious. I had never thought of pissing as a sexual
activity, although I remembered something from the dim and distant past of
my childhood when I and two or three of my little girl friends used to
delight in squatting in some quiet corner of a cornfield and pissing in
front of each other. The little jet of hot liquid that Inge had pissed into
my mouth tasted interesting, but the thought of what we were doing to each
other was not just interesting, it was mindblowing! A deep orgasm welled up
inside me as my whole being focused on the moment. Inge had her mouth
clamped tightly over my cunt now, inviting me to do the same. Then another,
longer jet of her warm golden liquid spurted into my mouth and down my
throat as I swallowed greedily. I reciprocated at once, letting my urine
flow in short burst into her equally eager mouth, until we were in a frenzy
of squirting and swallowing. Inge's body too shook as it went into
tremendous orgasm, surge after surge. Our cuntjuices flowed copiously to
add to the wonderful stream of golden urine. I think I must have passed out
completely with the sheer intensity of my climax, for the next thing I
knew, Inge was cradling me in her arms, my head on her shoulder as if I
were a newborn infant.

"Mmm! Mmm!" she crooned, "You are such a wonderful lover, Rosemary! I am a
very lucky woman to have such a wonderful partner in my bed!"

I snuggled into her, feeling safe and cherished and completely sated
sexually. What a contrast to the brief unsatisfying couplings with Tom! I
would never be able to make love to a man again, that was for sure. Mmm!
The memory of Inge's wonderful odours and the mingling tastes of her came
flooding back, and I felt my fanny twitch again. Not again, surely! Was it
possible to stay sexually aroused for ever? At the moment I thought so. I
remembered too the extraordinary effect of that first jet of piss into my
mouth, and how it had turned me on. Had we really drunk each other's urine?
It seems unbelievable now as I lay cradled in my lover's arms, feeling the
softness and the comforting warmth of her bosom against mine.

"Do you know what turned me on the most, Inge?"

"Let me guess. Our little golden shower game."

"Is that what you call it? I would never have thought it could be such a
turn on! If somebody had told me before tonight that I would piss into
another woman's mouth and that I would let another woman do the same to me,
......... Why is it so sexy? Why did it make me orgasm so?"

"Do you like the feeling of penetration? Did you like it when your husband
pushed his dick into your fanny and shot his load into you?"

It had nothing to do with my question, and I was puzzled.

"What a funny question."

"Please answer it."

"Well, yes, I suppose so. Yes, thinking about it, it was quite nice to feel
his prick filling my cunt, and, yes, it was nice to feel his hot spunk
shooting inside me. The trouble was that it was over so soon that I didn't
really feel satisfied...."

"Of course not. Anyway, my sweetling, if you like what we did together,
especially the golden shower game, and if you like those sensations you had
with Tom, then I have a special treat in store for you!"

"What? Not more surprises, surely! I think I've had enough new experiences
with you tonight to last me a lifetime!"

"Nonsense! We are only just at the beginning of a wonderful journey,
liebchen! We have so many beautiful things still to do together."

"Not interrupting anything, am I?"

It was Tom. We had not heard him come in.

"Do you two lezzies realise what time it is? It's three o'clock in the
fucking morning. You've been at it since ten last night. That's five
fucking hours!"

"Hello, Tom." Inge said in that husky voice of hers. She seemed completely
unfazed by his sudden aggressive appearance. "Only five hours? Then
Rosemary and I have only just started! Come in, sit down over there. We
promised you you could watch if you wanted to."

Grumpily the man sat down in the corner of the room. Inge got up off the
bed, wrapped a light dressing gown around her and slipped out through a
door which led into the back of the apartment. Rosemary pulled a sheet over
herself to hide her nakedness. Fancy being modest in front of a man she had
been married to for all those years. But something had changed. It was no
longer the same body as before. Her body had been born again, it was now a
body designed for intimacy with Inge, not with Tom. She did not want him to
gaze at her nakedness, at all those telltale trails of lipstick which
Inge's gorgeous lips had left on her breasts and her belly, on her thighs
and all round her fanny. That was something private, something from which
he was excluded.

"What's it like then, fucking about with another woman?"

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going to get laid."

"I did. What is it to you? You seem more interested in that fucking lesbian
whore than in me."

"Please, Tom. Just stay calm. As Inge says, you can stay and watch as long
as you are quiet and don't interfere."

"I can hardly believe my ears! A few hours ago, the idea of going with a
woman disgusted you. Now you're talking as if you had been doing it all
your life. Hang on! Have you done this sort of thing before? I always
thought your friend Marie was a bit that way inclined. I bet you have, you
bitch! You've had a bit of lesbian nooky before, haven't you?"

"No, Tom. Not that that makes any difference one way or another. Inge is a
wonderful lover, and I intend to stay the night with her. Now you can go
now, or you can stay, as long as you do as you are told."

At that moment, Inge returned. I noticed at once a strange sort of bulge at
her crutch under the folds of her dressing gown. I knew at once what it
was. All that talk of penetration. She had strapped on a dildo. She was
about to fuck me! Really fuck me, with an artificial penis, while the real
thing was available (assuming poor Tom could get it up again) in the corner
of the room!

What would Tom think when he saw me being penetrated by a woman's dildo,
doing the job that was traditionally the province of the male of the
species? A vicious thought came into my head. I hoped he would be
horrified, and extremely jealous when he saw how well my lovely Inge could
satisfy me. My cunt was starting to lubricate again at the thought of a
further sexual encounter with her, and the whole effect was heightened by
my delight that Tom would have to sit and watch us making love without
being able to participate. It was delicious!

I threw back the sheet and lifted my arms to invite my darling whore back
into the bed where we had so lately made love. She shucked off the dressing
gown and stood proudly before me. The dildo was huge, complete with knob,
moulded foreskin and rippling veins along its length, and what looked like
a scrotum beneath. It stuck straight out from her groin, menacingly.

"You like?" she said teasingly.

"I like!"

She came down on me and guided the dildo straight into my cunt, without
ceremony or foreplay - I needed no foreplay, I was already more aroused
than I had ever been in my life. Her prick slid easily into my lubricated
cunt, deep inside me until our pubic mounds met and banged together
satisfyingly. She raised herself up, letting the dildo withdraw until just
the tip of the knob was inside me, then lowered herself again, thrusting
deep into me, repeatedly, at first slowly, then faster and faster, then
slowly again, then withdrawing almost, holding tantalisingly before sinking
her wonderfully tireless prick back into the safe haven of my cunt. I
wrapped my legs round her waist, loving every moment and every thrust of
this wonderful fucking. It was better than any man's prick I had ever
known, not just because it stayed hard and stiff, not just because it could
go on and on and on fucking me all night if I wanted it to, not just
because it was such a magnificent size, really long and really thick the
way a prick should be but rarely is, not just because of all these reasons,
but mainly because the person it was strapped to was a wonderful lover,
someone who knew exactly what would excite and satisfy a woman, someone who
knew the power of the tantalising game of fast-and-slow, of
deep-and-shallow, of teasing withdrawal followed by the release of renewed
penetration. And the reason the person who was wielding the dildo could do
all these wonderful things was because she too was a woman. She was Inge,
my wonderful Inge, the wonderful woman who had changed my life forever. The
surge of tenderness that I felt for her at that moment converged with my
rising orgasm as her expert thrustings brought me to climax. Sensing that I
was about to come, she put her mouth to my ear and whispered:

"Piss, now, darling! Piss for all you're worth!"

At first I did not understand. Then I felt her thighs squeezing tightly
together and a powerful jet of hot liquid spurted deep into my cunt. It was
an amazing sensation, better than any man's spunk. Inge was urinating right
into my cunt, raising the intensity of my climax to new heights.

I started to piss uncontrollably, at first in short bursts in
synchronisation with the spasms of my climax, but then in a continuous
shower of golden urine that splashed hotly against Inge's thighs. I felt
surge after surge as Inge continued to pump lovely hot golden piss through
the shaft of her dildo and deep inside my cunt. We were both uttering long
drawn-out groaning noises from deep inside our throats as we reached new
heights of ecstasy. What can be more beautiful and more satisfying than two
women making love to each other all night long? I wanted the roundabout
never to stop as I realised more and more how good sex was with my lovely
German lesbian whore. Inge's magical dildo was still stiff and hard inside
me, titillating me and bringing me comfort at the same time. We could not
stop kissing, and we could not stop our little thrusting movements, just
enough to maintain the pitch of sexual excitement that we had generated
with our lovely sex games. Above all, I remembered what it felt like when
she pissed directly into my cunt, filling me with her golden rain. I
remembered too how earlier we had directed our urine lovingly down each
other's throats as we lay intertwined, mouths clamped lovingly over cunts
and bladders pumping their precious loads. I kissed Inge again and again
and again. I could not stop, I could not help myself. I wanted to eat her
alive, to take her into me and keep her there. A woman who a few hours
earlier I had not even met had now taken over my entire life. And I gloried
in it! I gloried in my new-found freedom to be myself and to enjoy feelings
that had been denied to me until now. Tom watched our passionate kissing
and the continuing rise and fall of Inge's buttocks as she thrust into me,
listened to our cries and moans as we achieved another orgasmic peak. He
got up and shrugged his shoulders.

"Have fun, you two. Clearly you don't need me. Or any man. Stay in Hannover
as long as you want, Rosemary."

He slipped out almost unnoticed, his shoulders hunched. He was right. Inge
and I had no need of men. We had each other. Later, we sat at a table in
the back room of the apartment drinking coffee.

"When did you first realise that you were lesbian?" I asked her.

"I always knew I was different. Or at least I thought I was different from
other girls."

What do you mean "At least, you thought you were different"? Aren't
lesbians different from other women?"

"Not at all, my love. They are simply the ones who have achieved what it is
in the power of all women to achieve."

"Meaning?"

"Sexual freedom and sexual fulfilment."

"With other women?"

"Exactly."

"Then why are you a whore? How can you have sex with men, feeling the way
you do?"

"Because I feel the way I do. Sex with a man means nothing to me. I only
come alive sexually when I am with another woman."

"Have there been many?"

"Naughty! I won't say, but I can tell you that I have never known a lover
as quick to learn and as responsive as you, Rosemary. You have wasted too
many years, too much time when your talents have been lying unused."

I ran my hands along the dildo that she still had strapped on. It was still
slimy with my copious cuntjuices and with the urine that she had pumped
into my vulva.

"What a wonderful prick you have, Inge. How does it work?"

"I urinate into the bag and when I squeeze my thighs together it forces my
piss out through my dildo. And into you, my sweetheart, where you welcome
it so lovingly!"

"I'd love to have one."

"Ah! You have a girlfriend back in England you would like to screw?"

I blushed, I think. It was uncanny how Inge seemed to be able to read my
mind.

"Or perhaps several? Or perhaps many!  Lucky women! I am sure they will all
love you for the way you can make them happy."

"Could you show me how to put it on? And how to use it?"

"Only if you promise to use it on me. I want to be the first woman you ever
screw. After that, you can fuck all the women in the United Kingdom,
Rosemary liebchen, with my blessing!"

"Promise! I can think of nothing nicer than to fuck you the way you fucked
me, Inge. It really was the best fuck of my whole life. Just thinking about
it makes me wet again!"

She thrust her hand between my thighs.

"Mmm! I see what you mean! Quick. Let's drink a bottle of wine. Then we
shall be ready for another girl-to-girl fuck!"

Bottle of wine? Ah, yes! We needed to replenish ourselves, to make sure
that our bladders were full when we climaxed. Or perhaps before. I
desperately wanted to feel once more the sensation of Inge golden rain
showering into my mouth, and mine into hers. When she came back, she was
not alone. A pretty young blonde was with her. She was dressed in nothing
more than bra and panties, and she was carrying two bottles of white wine.

"This is my friend, Hannelore. She is one of us, aren't you, sweetie?"

I felt a twinge of jealousy as Inge gave the pert little blonde a
slobbering kiss on the mouth.

"I have to go out, liebchen, but Hannelore will entertain you while I am
away. Have a good time, girls! I shall expect the room to be filled with
the smell of satisfied cunt when I come back!"

The blonde, it turned out, spoke only a few words of English, and I, of
course, knew hardly any German. Fortunately, love is an international
language, and we were soon deep in "conversation" of a kind that I was
beginning to need like a drug. She ran her hands over my body, exploring
every crease and every curve until her nimble fingers arrived at my
fanny. I lay back and allowed her to fingerfuck me. I closed my eyes and
thought about the "girls" back home I would introduce to the delights of
female homosexual love. Aah!! This little girl really knew how to use her
fingers! Aaahhh!! There again! More please!! I reached up to pull her down
on top of me, but she resisted. What was wrong? As if to allay my fears,
she smiled gently and kissed me before going over to the dresser where Inge
had left the dildo. Hannelore looked at me and held it to her, a
questioning look in her eyes. I gestured in return, pointing to my own
crutch. I got up and went over to her, and stood still while she strapped
it on to me. I liked the way the strap that goes between your legs cuts
into your fanny. It feels really good against your clitoris, an unexpected
bonus. I looked down at the prick sticking out from my groin and understood
why men were so proud of their erections. The difference, of course, was
that my "erection" stayed up for as long as I and my girlfriend, wanted it!
Hannelore went to the chair and bent over it, presenting her backside to me
like a bitch offering herself to a dog. If she wanted me to fuck her
doggy-fashion, that was all right with me. She wiggled her bum at me
impatiently.

"Bitte, ficken Sie mich!" she said. I knew what that meant! She had a
lovely little snatch - funny how I could appreciate another woman's cunt
considering I had hardly ever seen any other woman's cunt before. In a few
short hours I had turned into a cunt-worshipper!

"Yes, my little Hannelore, I'll ficken you all right!"

"Ja, ficken, ficken!" she said with a giggle. Again she wiggled her pert
little ass. What a target!

There was a mirror to one side of the room and I caught a glimpse of myself
as I advanced on my willing victim, my "penis" pointing menacingly at the
tempting slit between her buttocks. She reached behind her and pulled her
cuntlips apart to reveal the red gash of her slit and mouthwatering little
slithery trails of mucus-like cuntjuices which would ease the passage of my
dildo into her hungry fanny. She had a big cunt in comparison to her small
stature, but it looked barely enough to contain the long fat dildo which
was about to penetrate her. She pulled her cuntlips as wide apart as she
could, and wiggled her bum again impatiently

"In my cunt, bitte!"

I needed no further encouragement. I guided the tip of my dildo to the
entrance of her cunt, and then waited. I stood there for what seemed ages,
tantalising her as she waited for the first thrust.

"Bitte!" she said in a pleading tone of voice, like one who has not had a
fuck for months. She tried to back on to the dildo, but I restrained
her. It felt really good to put my hands on her hips and to control her
movements. Finally I relented and let the shaft sink slowly and
satisfyingly into her cunt. I really loved the sensation of fucking a
woman. It gave me a strange sense of domination, a feeling of power over
her that I really liked. I understood now why Inge had enjoyed prolonging
the pleasure of the fuck with her quick-quick-slow tactics. I realised now
that it was as much a turn on for her as it had been for me. Tease and
tantalise. Start and stop. Hannelore was begging for more, and I was happy
to give it to her. I felt the lust rising in me, a powerful urge that I
could barely control now. I humped her with all the brute force a man would
use, but much more skilfully, knowing exactly when to thrust and when to
"hold" until poor Hannelore was squealing and crying out in sheer joy at
the fuck she was getting from her new-found English lover.

"I wanted to be the first, darling."

It was Inge's voice, its tone peevish. I had been concentrating so hard on
giving satisfaction to my little blonde that I had not heard Inge come in.

"Never mind. I am happy that it is my little friend Hannelore that you fuck
for the first time. She needed it. I haven't fucked her for months, have I
my love?"

She came over and ran her hands appreciatively over my buttocks, and then
gave a hard push to drive the dildo deep into Hannelore's already distended
cunt. The girl let out a yelp of pain.

"So is good." Inge said. "Come, stop fucking, you two, let's drink some
wine."

Reluctantly I slid out of Hannelore and went to sit on the bed next to
Inge. She looked down at the dildo approvingly.

"It suits you! What a pity a woman isn't born with a cunt and a prick!"

She turned to the girl and spoke to her in German.  Hannelore nodded and
went out of the room. I realised that she was taking her turn in the
window. Obviously these hookers worked shifts: Hannelore took the day
shift, Inge the evening shift.

"Come, we must go into the other room. Hannelore will need this room if she
gets a client."

"Do you get many men coming during the day?"

"No, liebling, during the day it is the Frauen, the respectable housewives,
who come to visit our street."

"You mean there are male prostitutes as well?"

"No, silly! They come to find a pretty girl to take to bed!"

"You mean Hannelore's clients are women?

"Of course! She wanted you to fuck her as a sort of "warm up". Actually,
she is very lucky. She loves her work! She has several regular clients, and
they seem to treat her more like a daughter than a whore. They pamper
her. They bring her presents."

"And do they, you know, have sex with her?"

"Of course, they also like to make love with her, but most of them just
like a cuddle. Some women like to baby her, to hold her against their bosom
and have her suck on their nipples. One or two like to get between her legs
and lick her cunt out. There is the odd one who likes to go further, to
make love the way you and I do" - she gave my thigh a squeeze and grinned
mischievously at me - "but mostly they just want to recapture their own
girlhood."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, you may not know that there is much more lesbianism in Germany than in
your country. Here, most girls not only go through a number of female
homosexual experiences in their teens, they are moreorless expected to. A
girl who has not had a sexual encounter with another girl by the time she
is sixteen is regarded as odd! And women teachers not only encourage it,
but a lot of them participate as well. Being seduced by one of your women
teachers is considered a great prize, although most girls get their first
experience of lesbian sex from an older sister or an aunt."

"But they don't actually become lesbians?"

"Most of them do the conventional thing, get married and so on. But their
lesbian tendencies are always there under the surface, and a lot of German
women have a girlfriend on the side, even if they are "happily"
married. The men know about it, and mostly turn a blind eye to it. A lot of
men are only to relieved that they are no longer responsible for their
wives' sexual satisfaction. A husband can get on with his hobbies and his
politics while his wife goes and plays with her girlfriend."

"What about the women who come here, then, the ones who have sex with
Hannelore? Why do they need to use a whore when there are so many other
women in the community willing and eager for lesbian relationships?"

"Good question. Paradoxically, because these are the most respectable
women. They do not dare to have an affair with another woman, so they come
here secretly for the satisfaction of their lesbian lust. The Mayor's wife,
for example. And the Headmistress of the local Gymnasium. And a lady
magistrate from the High Court. And the Chief of Police - she's a horny
bitch if ever there was one. She fucks Hannelore unmercifully in ways I
won't even describe to you. Women like that."

I made a mental note to ask her to expand on that cryptic remark about
merciless ways of fucking at a later date.

"Are there any women out there who aren't into lesbian sex?"

Inge laughed.

"Probably, but I have never met one. All the women I know are either openly
lesbian, secretly have a lesbian lover on the side, or sneak down here to
make it with a lesbian whore like Hannelore."

"What about the other prostitutes?"

"All lesbian."

"But you were the only one who gave me the eye last night when I walked
along the street with Tom. Does that mean that you and Hannelore are
specialist lesbian hookers?"

"Yes and no. I leave the servicing of the dikes to Hannelore. Anyway I am
not femme enough for most of them. But if a woman takes my fancy, as you
did, then I might, you know, give her a smile or a wink. If she is
interested, she'll be back."

"How did you know I was interested? I had never even thought of sex with
another woman before."

"Yes, you had. You just hadn't admitted it to yourself. Anyway, I saw the
way you ogled my breasts. I knew at once that you were hot for a bit of
lesbian sex. Luckily I fancied you as much as you fancied me, so we made
wonderful music together, nicht wahr?"

The first bottle of wine was already empty and we had started on the
second. She filled our glasses and then laid her hand gently on my stomach.

"How's your bladder? Filling up nicely, I hope!" she said cheekily. She
slid her hand down over the dildo.

"It looks better on you than it does on me, Rosemary, my liebling. Will you
please fuck me now?"

There was no bed in this room, and I looked around enquiringly.

"But first, I have something for you, my love. I am going to queen you."

"Queen me. What does that mean?"

"Where does a queen sit?"

"On a throne."

"Exactly. You will be my throne, and I will sit on my throne. Stimmt?"

I didn't really understand but I was game for anything that Inge thought
up. Whatever it was, it was bound to be sexy and wild and way way out. We
stood up and she pulled me to her, carefully parting her legs so that my
dildo slid neatly between her thighs.

"Mmm! I like the feel of your prick between my thighs! Kiss me!"

Our two bodies came together in a tight embrace. I felt warm and safe in
her arms, as if I were coming home again after too long away.  She gently
lowered me to the ground and then stood up again. I looked up to see her
towering over me. She had planted one foot on each side of me, and I could
feel her heels pressing against my shoulders. Above me her cunt, dark and
hot and mysterious and somehow menacing, like the sword of Damocles hanging
threateningly over me.

I watched in awe as she lowered herself until her spreadeagled cunt was a
mere inch or two from my face. It smelled strongly of cunt and of urine, a
heady mixture that sent my senses reeling once again. Finally she lowered
herself completely until her cunt was pressed squashily over my face. My
nose was pressed up against her clitoris and my mouth was between her
cuntlips. I loved the sensation of her squatting on me, using me like a
throne, and I loved the closeness of the contact between my face and her
cunt, and I loved the sensation of helplessness, of being completely at the
mercy of this powerful dominatrix.

"Are you ready for me, darling?"

I was not sure what I had to be ready for.

"Open your mouth for me, liebchen. I have something wonderful for you to
drink!"

Ahh! At last! My dream had come true. My wonderful Inge was ready to offer
me all her precious fluid, a stream of golden wine, but a wine more
beautiful than anything the vintners sell.

Obediently I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I did not want to spill a
drop of her precious urine. As she pressed down, the first drops trickled
into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, and waited impatiently for the main
flow. Nothing. Then another trickle. I licked her cunt with my tongue and
caught up all the droplets.

"More?"

"Mmm!"

The wonderful golden fluid trickled into my mouth, but this time more
continuously, interspersed with an occasional tiny jet as she squeezed on
her bladder. Her bladder control was fantastic. She was able to hold her
urine back so that it came out as a steady trickle rather than as a fast
stream. She was tantalising me in the same way that she had tantalised me
earlier, when she dildoed me so expertly that I actually passed out,
overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure she was giving me. And now,
again, she kept me on tenterhooks as the steady dribble of urine continued,
causing me to swallow constantly. The effect of this was a bit like
hyperventilating, and I began to feel light-headed as the relentless
trickle continued. In my groin I could feel the strap of the dildo cutting
deliciously into my slit. I crossed my legs tightly, partly because Inge's
queening activities made me want to piss too, but partly to increase the
delicious feeling of that strap between my cuntlips.

"Now, darling!" she cried excitedly. She released a gush of hot urine into
my mouth. The trickle had become a flood and I gulped it all in greedily,
loving the taste and the aroma and, above all, the idea of Inge's lovely
golden rain pouring into my mouth and down my eager throat.

Why I orgasmed then I have no idea, but something, the combination of all
these sensations set me off until I was writhing in ecstasy one more,
thanks to my raven-haired lover, my brilliant and caring Inge.  Where
making love to another woman is concerned, she must be the most incredibly
talented lesbian lover in the world.

When she had at last emptied the contents of her copious bladder into my
mouth, she stood up and then came down to kiss me. The taste of her was on
my lips and it seemed excite her.

"I need you now!" she said urgently. She got up and went to bend over the
table, offering her backside to me the way Hannelore had done earlier. My
bladder now full, I hoped I could serve her as well as she had served me. I
came over to her and guided my dildo towards her cunt. She reached round
and pulled her buttocks wide apart, exposing her lovely little rosebud anal
sphincter. When she felt the tip of the dildo breach her labia, she
wriggled her bottom impatiently.

"Not there, darling!"

I stopped, confused. Then it dawned on me what she wanted. I had never in
my wildest imaginings thought of such a thing. I knew, of course, that some
men like to bugger little boys in this way, and I had wondered what it must
be like to have a prick up your ass. Tom had tried it once on me, but I had
struggled so hard that he lost his erection and gave up. And now, here I
was, being begged by another woman to assfuck her with a huge fat dildo
that had already stretched her cunt to it limits! Surely she would never
accommodate it in her rectum? I could not believe that it would even get
past her little sphincter. Surely the pain when I tried to stretch it open
would be unbearable?

"Are you sure, Inge. I am afraid of hurting you."

"But darling, I want you to hurt me! I want to know that you love me enough
to do what I ask, whatever the cost. Please assfuck me! I am desperate for
your prick in my ass!"

I ran my knob up and down between her cuntlips several times to get it well
lubricated - I could not believe the way her cunt continued to gush
cuntjuices - and the directed it to her tight little hole. I pushed,
experimentally, scarcely daring to put on any pressure in case I tore her
apart. She yielded a fraction, and gave a sigh of satisfaction as she felt
her anal sphincter relax and stretch a little. She backed on to my dildo
trying to force me to penetrate her. I held her tightly by the hips and
pushed against her. Her anal sphincter stretched more. It must have been
terribly painful for her but she only grunted.

"Again! Harder, darling! Fuck me in the ass, I beg you!"

With a mighty thrust I breached her defences and looked down bemused as I
saw that the knob of my dildo was now inside her. The shaft of my
love-weapon looked enormous between her plump round buttocks. I placed a
hand on my own ass to get more purchase, and shoved against her once
again. The shaft sank into her another inch or so. I was about to thrust
again when a thought, a wicked thought, occurred to me. It was my turn to
prick tease her! I withdrew my lovely dildo until most of the knob was
outside her. She pushed back on it, anxious to feel the lovely prick inside
her ass again.

"Don't be impatient, darling!" I said naughtily. It was the first time I
had dared to take the dominant role with the formidable Inge.

She laughed.

"Touché! It's my turn now to be teased, is it?"

"Here I come, Inge!"

I sank the dildo deep into her, until two thirds of it had disappeared into
her rectum.

"Aahhh!!!"

It was a noise of pure pleasure, a long sigh that told me I was making my
Inge happy. I withdrew it again bit immediately thrust deeper, until I
could get no more of my lovely prick inside my lover's throbbing asshole. I
was amazed how well lubricated she seemed to be. Perhaps the rectum really
was meant to be a sexual organ like the cunt. Perhaps, like the cunt, it
produced lovely lubricant juices when it was aroused. The dildo slid in and
out of her now in a most satisfactory way, and I began to relax and enjoy
myself.

"You have a lovely ass, Inge!"

"Thank you!" she grunted, breathless from her exertions.

"I really love assfucking you! Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

"No, darling, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Perhaps this will hurt then!" I thrust with all my might until the dildo
sank right up to the hilt into her. My thighs were squashed hard against
her buttocks now, leaving no doubt that I had achieved total penetration of
my girlfriend's other hole. Inge let out a scream of pure pain.

"You bitch!" she gasped. "You fucking cruel bitch! That was wonderful!!"

I reamed her out with a will until the sweat was pouring off both of us.

"I'm coming, darling! I'm coming! Quick! Aaarrghhhhh!!!"

I felt her whole body judder into orgasm, and then, seconds later, the
splash of her hot urine on my legs as she began to pee recklessly in rhythm
to the surges of her climax. I had to concentrate really hard to get my own
urine flow to start, but when it did it came in a flood.  The release was
heavenly. I realised then just how badly I had wanted to relieve my
distended bladder. Instinctively I alternately squeezed and relaxed my
inner thigh muscles and was delighted when Inge screamed out:

"Ooh, darling, I can feel your lovely golden rain pouring into me. Pump it
into me, every drop. I want you to fill me up with your lovely hot urine!
Piss up my ass! I beg you, piss up my ass, Rosemary darling!"

The juxtaposition of the words "piss up my ass" and my name "Rosemary" and
the epithet "darling", uttered in Inge's sexy German accent, startled
me. The enormity, the perversion, the sheer dirtiness, of what I has done
struck me like a thunderbolt. The dirtiest thing I had ever done in my sex
life till I met Inge had been to use a vibrator on myself in a ladies' loo
in a Tesco supermarket, feeling an extra thrill from the knowledge that
other women would hear the buzzing noise and know precisely what was going
on in my cubicle. And now, from being a complete innocent, and a
respectable married woman, I had in the last few hours, sucked cunt, and
had my own cunt expertly tongued out, drunk urine, and pissed into another
woman's mouth, let another woman piss in my cunt, dildoed a young girl, and
now, assfucked a woman before finally pissing up her ass while she screamed
out in ecstasy.  And I was blissfully happy!

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