Preface:
This is going to be a longer story, but nevertheless it starts right away. Please don't complain about it right away, everything will be cleared up by the end.
Thanks a lot to Prestige Octopus for editing the translation.
To get a better idea of the protagonists, here is a list with the role models for each character in alphabetical order.
And now have fun!
Cast:
Barbara: Dawson Miller
Birgit: Sarah (MPLStudios)
Christa: Mariya Antsibonenko
Claudia: Emma Sinclaire
Elke: Nadine Jansen
Lisa: Kuroha Suicide
Manuela: Denisse Gomez
Maria: Izolda A (MetArt)
Martina: Alina Kova
Sandra: Rhian Sugden
Klaus, Oliver and the other guys: who cares
Klaus:
Somebody had sold me a five times used day today. That morning, my girlfriend left me. That alone wasn't so bad—she was only usable for fucking. At work, my day was filled with stupid customers with even stupider questions. My boss didn't even help me out and instead sent every one of them to me. And now this cyclist! That it was dark and raining cats and dogs, was only logical.
Honestly, I had no chance to brake. The bike appeared, I tried to swerve and would have managed it if the jerk hadn't made another swerve that almost knocked him over. So he landed roughly on my fender. Hopefully he broke all his bones, this eco-jerk. I jumped out of my car and was soaking wet within seconds.
"Can't you watch where you're going? And then without lights! Damn cyclists!"
"I'm sorry. I really didn't see you."
A bell-bright, beautiful voice apologized to me. My anger disappeared immediately.
"Are you hurt?"
"Not that bad. Probably just a few scratches. But what about your car?"
"That doesn't matter anyway. But your bike is broken. I live very close by. Can I bring you to my place? I'll look at your wounds and then take you home."
"That's very nice, thank you very much."
I put the bike into the fortunately huge trunk of my station wagon and then got back in. Of course, at that moment the light had to go out again. Damn it! The girl seemed to be quite young. Hopefully not too young...
Like a heap of misery, she squatted there next to me. I held out my hand to her.
"Hello, I'm Klaus. And now don't worry, everything will be fine again."
Gently she put her small hand in mine. Cold was not an expression at all and already at the voice I could hear that she was miserably cold. So heating fully turned up and off we went.
"Tha...thank you. My na...name is Manuela Wagner."
She was very silent during the ride and I also held back so as not to seem intrusive. When we arrived at my place, it was raining even harder and by the time we reached the front door, we were both just dripping. Thankfully, the heater was already running. My girlfriend—ex-girlfriend, now I mentally corrected myself—was constantly cold, so the house was pleasantly warm. I guided Manuela into the living room.
I could finally look at the woman who'd swerved into me, and what a woman. She had a sweet face with big brown eyes, long black hair, an adorably beautiful Latina face, and slightly darker skin than usually seen around here. So eyes down and mouth closed so as not to drool immediately.
My eyes drifted downward to a pair of shapely, C-cup breasts if I had to guess. It didn't appear she was wearing a bra, and her pierced nipples poked at the thin, wet fabric. I'd had a chance to admire her slim waist, tiny ass, and beautiful slender legs. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad...
Before my dick could get me into an embarrassing situation - it was really great in that - I grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around and guided her to the bathroom.
"Why don't you get out of those wet clothes and take a hot shower? Then I'll take a look at your scratches."
I pulled out a clean towel, pointed out the bathrobe on the back of the door, and stepped outside to let her change.
"Give me your clothes. I'll put them in the washing machine, and they'll be dry again soon."
It only took her seconds to hand me some fabric. I closed the door and went straight to the basement. Her clothes looked like they'd do fine with mine, so I stripped off my soaking-wet clothes and put everything in the washing machine. No slip and the skirt is pretty short? Hottie!
Starting the short program, I went to the first floor for a quick shower in the guest bathroom. Luckily she wasn't finished yet, otherwise she would have been able to admire my hard-on in all its glory. Shit, I was horny!
Luckily my cock calmed down under the warm shower and I could go back downstairs in my t-shirt and sweatpants without looking embarrassed. I heard the hairdryer running, so she was still in the bathroom. I quickly started the tea maker and got the first aid kit.
A few minutes later Manuela came out of the bathroom. She was wearing the bathrobe, just like I told her. But I hadn't told her to leave it open! She stood in front of me without any shame. How I managed to give her the teacup without dropping it is still a mystery to me. She had clearly visible tan lines, although the skin on her breasts did not have the typical white of a Central European. On the tips of her perfect breasts sat small dark brown nipples with clearly visible areolae. She was clean-shaven between her legs, only a narrow strip of hair drew the eye to her wet, shiny slit. Shit, it's about to be embarrassing. My cock was swelling again.
Finally she sat down on the couch and I was able to kneel in front of her. So I could hide my dick better. Manuela didn't appear prudish, but I didn't want to be too presumptuous.
So I first took care of her right knee, which was bleeding slightly again. I applied a large plaster to this wound and the one on her right elbow. When I was done, she spread her legs, one hand covering her privates and pointed to a small abrasion on the inside of her left thigh. A few minutes later this wound was treated as well, although my hands were already shaking a little at the delicate spot.
"I still have a wound."
Manuela:
I could only hope to have my own car soon! I hated cycling. Fucking sport, fucking three times a day was enough sport!
Getting out of his car, the man before me had a kind smile and was easy on the eyes. He seemed quite nice—that seemed the least he could do since he almost ran me over. He was a few years older than me, probably in his early 30s, but hopefully no longer an inexperienced quick splasher. As he helped load my bike into the car, I wondered if he also had something in his head so that you could still talk to him when his cock wasn't in me... I was curious to see how that would develop.
Later, it was touching how he tried to check me out in his house without being too conspicuous. In the shower, I decided to have fun with him and enjoyed his reaction when he gave me the teacup. Although he tried to play the gentleman, his ever-growing pipe was hard to miss.
When all the scratches were taken care of, I decided to have some fun.
"I still have a wound."
I spoke very quietly and shyly, while my cunt was almost dripping. I slid to the edge and took my hand from my slit.
"That definitely needs to be dealt with."
He stayed very still and looked into my eyes for a few seconds. I just HOPED he didn't back down now! Didn't he see how horny I was for him?
But then he moved. He stroked my thighs very gently and after what seemed like an endless second he slowly ran his thumb up my thigh and let it slide through my crack. I leaned back on the comfortable couch and spread my legs as wide as possible. But he pulled them back to him and slowly kissed my knee further. Alternating left and right, he breathed tender kisses on the sensitive skin of my thighs.
Shit, he was good! He had to be mine; I had to have him! Where has he been all those years I've wasted on some blunders?
Well, the five years after I was deflowered at 13 weren't really wasted. Over time I had found a few regular engravers, but many were forgettable.
I felt like my cunt was drooling like a dog in front of its food bowl. I could already feel the first drops reaching my asshole. Inwardly I was trembling with excitement, but I was able to control myself for the moment. I was damn loud during sex, which had already brought me into problematic situations many times, but I loved it. I loved to let the surrounding participate in my pleasure.
In the meantime he had arrived very close to my slit. But he still just licked left and right past it. The oozing of my juices from my pussy had widened to a river. So he pulled me a little closer, lifted my pelvis and licked up my juice. He also pulled my ass cheeks wide apart to be able to lick up the juice that had meanwhile reached my asshole. And he also licked up the juice that was running up my back at the moment, due to the position. Easily he pushed the tip of his tongue into my butt hole. If he had pinched my clit now, I would have gone off like a rocket. But of course he couldn't know that.
With his hands otherwise preoccupied with holding my pelvis, I had to deal with my breasts myself. My nipples were incredibly sensitive, and as my arousal grew, they enjoyed being pinched, pulled, bitten, and twisted.
Finally his tongue approached my cunt again. I was still about to explode, my breasts already aching from kneading them so much and twirling and tugging at my nipples. Two seconds after he shoved his tongue in my slit, I came! And how I came! I could not breathe for a moment, but finally, my orgasm took over, and with it came an uncontrollable twitching of my pelvis and legs and a crazy screaming. To an observer it would have looked like an epileptic seizure. But it was only an orgasm. But what an orgasm! I had only experienced such a high two or three times in my life before tonight!