tasha
08-22-2026, 11:08 AM
So, again, It’s another of those summer days, views over Lac Leman, but I’m in our garden near the pool. I’ve asked Gretel to join me for a coffee so she’s here now and, as usual she has arrived in a loose fitting whjte top, short black skirt and flip-flops. I can see she is wearing a bra but underneath the short skirt I have no idea if she’s wearing panties or not. The last time a week ago when Marcus was here - and I presented him with a thong - she was in red panties. We all enjoyed various activities together!
“You know, Gretel, after I had wanked off Marcus and played with him, I just couldn’t get it out of my mind at night, remembering him squirting all that juice when I made him cum. I became all horny and in my bed I had to pleasure myself, rubbing my clit for several minutes till I came.”
“it is not surprising”, she replied. “i ‘ave to do it myself, quite often in fact. But listen, I ‘ave idea, something else I show you.”
It’s inevitable when I talk to Gretel and we are on the subject of sex I can feel roused, my quim becomes damp - I can feel it.
“What do want to show me?” I ask.
“It is better perhaps if we go inside to your bed.’
In my room Gretel says “OK, now take off your bikini and lie face up on the bed.”
I’m definitely feeling aroused now especially as Gabriel removes her 3 items of clothing: no panties today, she’s going commando - and I didn’t notice! Hardly the thing a girl does anyway, look up another women’s skirt - but sometimes you can notice.
“Zo,” she says in her Swiss accent, “I show you. I sit astride your body, my back to you, and position myself that my cunt is nearly above yours. Then I am going to massage your clit; you’ll love it, and I can massage my own if I want. You have to understand that this position is really set up for me to ‘ave a man’s cock sticking up just in front of my cunt. That way you can massage ’is cock and feel it’s almost your own! I find it marvellous, especially when ‘e cums shooting his juice straight up as I watch and massage ‘is cock. ‘ow does that sound?”
This hasn’t taken long but I’m wet - and horny!
“You ‘ave some cream, slippery?” she asks. I give her a slippery cream which she applies to her hands.
I lie down, Gretel slides over me, legs bent either side so she’s not too heavy on me. I cannot see anything, just feel. A hand encourages my legs to part, fingers slide each side of my smooth pussy (shaved this morning), “You are very damp.” Gretel remarks.
She slides both hands up and down a few times, gently massaging each side of my pussy. “You like?” Oh yes, I do like! Then the hands open my slit a little and one seeks out my clit.
I feel her fingers start to rotate around my clit, then slide down to my opening, slide up again more easily having “collected” some of my wetness. This is exquisite! Gretel now increases pressure on my clit, its surround, rubs more vigorously, her other hand delving into my cunt to massage there. My legs are splayed wide apart to get better sensation and wanton pleasure from this exiting massage. I don’t know how long this assault lasts as I feel my orgasm approaching, hear myself mewing and gasping loudly, then my orgasm hits me and floods my whole body with ecstasy.
Gretel eases her massage: I become conscience of her just holding a hand over my cunt as I subside back to normality.
“I think that was very good, you enjoyed, yes?”
“Yes,” I mumble, exhausted.
“It is good position, I think,” Gretel says, sliding off me. “Now, you practice on me because I am very ‘ot seeing you cum like that. And imagine, when you do me, what it would like with a man’s cock looking up at you between your legs and touching your cunt at times!”
So saying we change positions and I have Gretel’s hairy quim beneath me. The masturbation of a woman’s cunt is, or should be, an art form so as to give maximum pleasure. My ministrations must be similar to hers, sometimes gentle and also as violent as my own can be when I masturbate myself.
I softly circle her quim; I rub it hard. She squirms, her legs agitate, I grip her body with my own legs, she starts to moan. I wet her clit with my own wetness to add to her own juice. I lift my hand and see ribbons of our wetness hanging from my fingers. My own horniness is returning! A quick stroke of my clit, almost bruised by Gretel’s massage. But I must reward her, make her cum!
I stroke gently, rub fiercely, gently, stroke myself again and discover I can do us both in rhythm. Her cunt is now so wet my fingers glide over her lips, her clit easily. She moans, gasps, “I’m going to cum, go on!” I ease off my own fingering concentrating on Gretel’s puss and with a loud shout she is orgasming, her cunt throbbing (to my delight). I stop, use my own fingers on my quim, caress it, rub it and in a few moments I am having another cumming.
I slide off Gretel, spent. She leans over to me, kisses me on the mouth, long, languid, her fingers just sliding down my stomach to reach my mons and her middle finger then resting between my lips. “Delicious mein liebchen,” she murmers. “One of the best orgasms I ‘ave ever ‘ad.”
“We need to swim,” I say.
Getting out of the pool, naked, Gretel says, “We must get Marcus to come over for you to try this method out on ‘im. e’ will love it”
“Yes. OK. When?” I say, intrigued.
“You know, Gretel, after I had wanked off Marcus and played with him, I just couldn’t get it out of my mind at night, remembering him squirting all that juice when I made him cum. I became all horny and in my bed I had to pleasure myself, rubbing my clit for several minutes till I came.”
“it is not surprising”, she replied. “i ‘ave to do it myself, quite often in fact. But listen, I ‘ave idea, something else I show you.”
It’s inevitable when I talk to Gretel and we are on the subject of sex I can feel roused, my quim becomes damp - I can feel it.
“What do want to show me?” I ask.
“It is better perhaps if we go inside to your bed.’
In my room Gretel says “OK, now take off your bikini and lie face up on the bed.”
I’m definitely feeling aroused now especially as Gabriel removes her 3 items of clothing: no panties today, she’s going commando - and I didn’t notice! Hardly the thing a girl does anyway, look up another women’s skirt - but sometimes you can notice.
“Zo,” she says in her Swiss accent, “I show you. I sit astride your body, my back to you, and position myself that my cunt is nearly above yours. Then I am going to massage your clit; you’ll love it, and I can massage my own if I want. You have to understand that this position is really set up for me to ‘ave a man’s cock sticking up just in front of my cunt. That way you can massage ’is cock and feel it’s almost your own! I find it marvellous, especially when ‘e cums shooting his juice straight up as I watch and massage ‘is cock. ‘ow does that sound?”
This hasn’t taken long but I’m wet - and horny!
“You ‘ave some cream, slippery?” she asks. I give her a slippery cream which she applies to her hands.
I lie down, Gretel slides over me, legs bent either side so she’s not too heavy on me. I cannot see anything, just feel. A hand encourages my legs to part, fingers slide each side of my smooth pussy (shaved this morning), “You are very damp.” Gretel remarks.
She slides both hands up and down a few times, gently massaging each side of my pussy. “You like?” Oh yes, I do like! Then the hands open my slit a little and one seeks out my clit.
I feel her fingers start to rotate around my clit, then slide down to my opening, slide up again more easily having “collected” some of my wetness. This is exquisite! Gretel now increases pressure on my clit, its surround, rubs more vigorously, her other hand delving into my cunt to massage there. My legs are splayed wide apart to get better sensation and wanton pleasure from this exiting massage. I don’t know how long this assault lasts as I feel my orgasm approaching, hear myself mewing and gasping loudly, then my orgasm hits me and floods my whole body with ecstasy.
Gretel eases her massage: I become conscience of her just holding a hand over my cunt as I subside back to normality.
“I think that was very good, you enjoyed, yes?”
“Yes,” I mumble, exhausted.
“It is good position, I think,” Gretel says, sliding off me. “Now, you practice on me because I am very ‘ot seeing you cum like that. And imagine, when you do me, what it would like with a man’s cock looking up at you between your legs and touching your cunt at times!”
So saying we change positions and I have Gretel’s hairy quim beneath me. The masturbation of a woman’s cunt is, or should be, an art form so as to give maximum pleasure. My ministrations must be similar to hers, sometimes gentle and also as violent as my own can be when I masturbate myself.
I softly circle her quim; I rub it hard. She squirms, her legs agitate, I grip her body with my own legs, she starts to moan. I wet her clit with my own wetness to add to her own juice. I lift my hand and see ribbons of our wetness hanging from my fingers. My own horniness is returning! A quick stroke of my clit, almost bruised by Gretel’s massage. But I must reward her, make her cum!
I stroke gently, rub fiercely, gently, stroke myself again and discover I can do us both in rhythm. Her cunt is now so wet my fingers glide over her lips, her clit easily. She moans, gasps, “I’m going to cum, go on!” I ease off my own fingering concentrating on Gretel’s puss and with a loud shout she is orgasming, her cunt throbbing (to my delight). I stop, use my own fingers on my quim, caress it, rub it and in a few moments I am having another cumming.
I slide off Gretel, spent. She leans over to me, kisses me on the mouth, long, languid, her fingers just sliding down my stomach to reach my mons and her middle finger then resting between my lips. “Delicious mein liebchen,” she murmers. “One of the best orgasms I ‘ave ever ‘ad.”
“We need to swim,” I say.
Getting out of the pool, naked, Gretel says, “We must get Marcus to come over for you to try this method out on ‘im. e’ will love it”
“Yes. OK. When?” I say, intrigued.