I close the books. No more buffeting. It's Friday evening and the whole weekend is ahead of me and it's carnival, as they say the Preiß´n. The university only calls again on Monday and learning is not the whole life.
I would like to introduce myself briefly. My name is Arne, I am 22 years old and in my second semester I am studying bioinformatics in Munich. My career aspiration is zoologist and through a friend at the zoo in Munich I have the possibility to combine studies and internship at my place of residence.
At the moment I have no fixed relationship because learning takes all my attention. There is hardly any time for hobbies and my last partner said that if she was less important than my books, then I should go where the pepper grows.
The last One-Night-Stand wasn't very refreshing either, so only the good and solid German handwork remains. That may be enough for some people, but it's clearly not enough for me. I can't do anything with the usual student parties, because there's only talk about semester work, learning and such crap. And before I get drunk or throw some stuff into myself in order to reach a "higher level of consciousness", I look for something else.
For some time now I have been the proud owner of a Swingerclub membership card and have spent many an uplifting weekend there in a pleasant atmosphere. Small talk, good entertainment in pleasant company and casual, stress-free sex are an alternative to the usual life.
I look at the calendar of events and hello!
For this weekend a carnival swing in is announced and the regulations sound interesting to you. Full face mask, so that one is not recognized and body painting are desired. Sounds good if you don't know who your partner will be. Let us be surprised. Then quickly buy the colours and look forward to the next day.
Saturday
Get up late, have a good breakfast and then go to the bathroom for a shower and shave. I don't want to appear as a Struwelpeter, so a thorough scraping of my little friend is called for. Even my, uh, sack hair has to believe it; an awkward procedure without help. Although it says in the Bible:
"Paulus wrote to the Corinthians,
Hair on a sack makes you warm in winter!"
But the modern man goes down without, because already my Ex said, she would not like to have a shaving brush in her mouth.
Okay, showered and shaved and then painstakingly in two hours a painting applied, with which one can be seen. The Venetian mask, which actually only hangs as a decoration in my booth, looks good and will be enough for me. I put it on for a trial, but even if you look closely, you can't see who's behind it.
Get into your clothes, mask and other utensils in a box and then with my old "Döschewo" (Citroen 2 CV ) to the club, which is a few kilometers outside the city in a small village.
There are already some vehicles in the yard, so I'm not the first. Still in the car I put on the mask and go then to the house. I ring the bell, hold my membership card in front of the camera and get admitted. The host welcomes me and invites me for a cup of coffee.
"There will be a lot going on today," he says, "most members will be here today and since you don't know them all yet, you will see a lot of new people. One more thing, the masks have to stay open until three o'clock tomorrow morning, even if it gets warm underneath, only there is unveiling. I am already looking forward to some surprised faces. By the way, the last time Eva inquired about you, you know, the little twist. She seems to yearn for you. She wants to continue the exchange of experiences from the last time with you."
I sigh.
"Oh God, the woman never gets enough. I was down two days later and that although we were three guys in the end. She sucked us like a vampire."
Walter laughs: "Then look for a less strenuous one today, but with the masking you can't know who you'll catch."
A young woman with a fantastic mask enters the bar. The headdress seems to be made of white plastic, with sparkling stones and long exotic feathers.
"Looks good," says Walter.
"Yes, but the girl is too skinny and a little too young for me," I reply.
"Well, old enough to become a member here. So then Eva does?"
"Just not," I laugh. "I want to survive the weekend and Eva's figure can't conceal a full mask either. I recognize her. So, now I'm going to change and then I'm going into the pleasure."
The change is quick, it's just a change of clothes. The fit of the mask is checked, a quick look in the mirror and off into the pleasure. In the big room about 30 people are gathered and camouflaged so well that I don't recognize anyone except Eva. I make myself invisible as far as possible and move to a small table in the corner.
A dazzlingly painted creature comes floating towards me and asks if she may sit down with me.
"But with pleasure," I say and take a close look at her.
Ca, 1.70 m tall, long legs, a wide pelvis, narrow hips and a bosom that invites to spoil him.
"Are you new here?" she asks me.
"I've been a member for 3 months," I reply. "Why?"
"Oh, I was away for a while and I can't remember your figure."
She strokes my upper arm and chest with her finger so that I get goose bumps.
"Hmmmh, sensitive and well-built," she says with a wink, "probably often in the gym?
"No mountaineering", I answer briefly. I feel like a horse at the cattle market when she values me like that.
"Soooo, then the young man can grab a good grip." She drives her tongue over her lips with relish. "Would you like to go upstairs with me?"
An interesting woman who knows what she wants.
"Of course, surprise me. Single separee or with spectator and participant?" I want to know.
"The second. I love the unexpected."
Oha, that could be tingling. Who knows what she likes and who will be involved.
Let's go into the fight, torero.
On the way to the stairs the little one with the feather mask almost runs me over the pile.
She apologizes stuttering and I mean generously: "But don't panic and hurry. The weekend has just begun and everyone is still getting something".
"You stupig idiot!" She hisses at me and runs on.
"Haha, the little one didn't fall on her mouth, did she?"
"Are we a bad girl today?" I ask her lurking.
"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry. Will you spank me now?"
"Do you think you deserve it?"
"Yes, for sure. If you give me a big butt kick, I'm sure I'll be good again. I'll do anything you want."
Aha, the lady stands on "submissive" and "little innocent girl". She can have it gladly.
"So, high with you and no backwords!"
"Yes, Daddy"
My prick is on its way up, which she notices with benevolence.
In a private room I sit down on the sofa and wave it strictly to me.
"Come here and lie down. You know what awaits you!"
I point to my thighs.
With her head lowered she comes to me and lies down as requested. Two bulging ass cheeks shine against me, which invite to the ham knocking.
The first blow, though not very firm, hits the left one. Number two claps his right buttock, which vibrates slightly. A very exciting sight. After each blow I change my ass cheek and slowly they take on a reddish colour. My "victim" moans and sighs and opens her thighs.
At the sight of her juicy pussy with the fleshy labia, which already shine with humidity, my tail begins to press painfully against her abdominal wall.
"Yes, yes, hit me, harder, faster, deeeeeper!" She begins to pant with lust.
