Although Nellie and I never did that again, and we never even talked about it, I was intrigued with what her sex life could be like. She lived alone in a flatlet attached to our house and seemed to have no male friends. She had been married but her husband had died. Once I overheard my mom telling my dad that Nellie had asked if her boyfriend could visit. She said no. Over weekends though, Nellie went home to visit her only daughter who was about my age, and I suppose she met up with her boyfriend there.
One time when Nellie was away, I sneaked into her flat. It was the first time I had been in there since I was a little girl when she baby sat me when my parents were out.
I remembered the musty smell and the soft worn blankets. I peeked into her wardrobe where her clothes were neatly stacked. I gently lifted everything to see if she had any secrets. The only thing I found was a jar of Vaseline and an empty perfume bottle shaped like a thick test tube. They were next to each other under her panties so I assumed that she used the perfume bottle as a kind of dildo. Under the pillow on her bed were her pajamas and a pair of panties. I lifted the mattress and found a tattered magazine. It was an A4 size booklet with photos of people making out with commentary in German. The photos were graphic with close ups of penises, cunts and penetration. There were two photo stories – one of a young blond girl and a young stud and another of the same girl with two guys.
I paged through the booklet looking at the pictures and trying to follow the story. The second story had a series of pictures where both guys were fucking the girl at the same time – one guy was on his back with the girl over him. He had his cock in her cunt. The other guy was fucking her from behind. As I turned the pages I could feel my pussy begin to warm up. I had never though of arse fucking, nor of having two men at once. I did sometimes touch my arsehole while I was masturbating though and had found it to be an exquisite sensation.
I slipped my pants off and sat on the bed. My pussy was throbbing and very wet. Holding the magazine with my left hand I ran my right hand over my pussy hair. I didn't want to masturbate. Just the moving of my cunt hairs was a pleasurable enough sensation. I moved my hand further down, feeling to where the skin became firmer around my anus. Touching the entrance there I tried to imagine what it would be like to be arse fucked.