Suzanne’s mother had often talked to her about her trip to Vienna 25 years ago. She had met the love of her life and in her own words “had made love more times in three weeks than she did in the next three years” or so she thought. It was only after an unfortunate ending to Suzanne’s relationship with her boyfriend on her 20th birthday that her mother’s story came to mind. Suzanne and her boyfriend had planned for three months that on her 20th birthday they would make love for the first time. They had been seeing each other for a few months and were in love. They went out for a very nice dinner and came back to Suzanne’s apartment for the highlight of the evening. By any standards Suzanne was a dish. Good-looking, with breasts that couldn’t hide their shape under a T-shirt, and a sexy body to match.
Jeff had never stripped her naked but tonight was the night. Suzanne had been waiting for this night for some time. This was the night that her pussy was going to be tested and prove itself. For years she knew that at the right moment it would be used in the way that it was meant to be used. At last. She had talked to Jeff and he felt the same thing about his penis. For years s he had known that at the right moment it was going to force its way into the warm hole of a woman and perform its function to make her pregnant. Suzanne turned the light off and Jeff turned it on. As her body revealed itself Jeff kissed her all over until finally he pulled her pants down and revealed her hairy triangle and just a hint of the clitoris poking through. He kissed that too for a minute and then she stripped him and kissed his dick. It had an upward bend. Did she have an upward bend the same? Suzanne lay down on the bed waiting for Jeff to penetrate her. She took a photograph of his dick as it approached her and he took a photograph of her hairy pussy and the pink slit between. They would have a memento of the night.
She looked up longingly at him and separated her lips to invite him into her holy of holies. She felt his dick — it was hard. She drew it down towards her vestibule and disaster. He came before he even touched her. Fate had stolen his stiffness from her at her moment of fulfilment. Suzanne watched as his long stiff dick leaked some yellow stuff and went soft before her eyes.
“Don’t worry. You can try again. Just wait a minute. We’ll get it hard again.”
Jeff was absolutely distraught but didn’t show it. He just hoped against hope it wouldn’t happen a second time but it did. He was so disappointed with himself. How could it happen? How could his dick let him down like that?
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I can’t believe it. Let’s try another night. I’m sure it’ll be better next time.”
“I’m sure you will be able to do it next time.”
Jeff left. He was so embarrassed that he never called her again or returned her calls. Her memories of the evening were recalled every time she looked at the video of his dick and her pussy and she thought about what might’ve been.
Suzanne felt very satisfied with the quality of the orgasms that she gave herself with her finger but realised that they were altogether different when she did exactly the same while looking at her clitoris at the same time. Somehow it felt just better. Up until that point in her life she had never really looked between her legs properly. She enjoyed watching in the video as her clitoral hood was pulled back and revealed the shiny little button underneath. She alternated between watching herself and looking at Jeff’s erection as it got closer to penetrating her. She tried to imagine what it would have been like but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t convince herself that she could imagine it right.
The more Suzanne watched the video of her pussy and enjoyed the consequent orgasms, the more she was developing a Pavlovian response — instead of Pavlov and his dog it was Pavlov and her pussy. She had never taken an interest in looking at it before but now she started to appreciate just how interesting and attractive it was. Suzanne began to look at herself in the mirror naked and began to play with herself standing up. She couldn’t completely understand why the sight of the female body excited men so much but she was beginning to appreciate that there was definitely something exciting about seeing her hairy triangle and the pink between her lips.
She also found it very exciting to look at Jeff’s penis. She even found herself opening her mouth to engulf it. It happened without thinking and she felt she could almost taste it. She wished she could contact Jeff again and get him to come back but she knew it was all over. The more time went by, the more she realised that she needed the touch of a man to excite her. Orgasms were good but the sight and feel of a naked man were something else. With no interesting male in sight, she kept thinking that perhaps a long holiday overseas would do the trick.
With this idea in mind Suzanne set off to see if she could duplicate her mother’s experience. She had saved up for an extensive stay in Europe, staying in hostels where she would meet people, rather than in hotels which were so unfriendly.
The hostel in Vienna had lots of people staying in rooms with two beds and six beds. It was rather difficult to get a room with two beds and so she had ended up in a largish room with six beds and a shower. It was winter and everything was going fine until the Covid virus came and wrecked everything. Almost overnight there was lockdown, closed shops, no international transport, quarantine, masks, museums and everything closed down — there was nothing to do but stay indoors from morning to night. Everybody made the best of it. You could go out and get takeaway food and sit and watch TV and read and talk. There were a lot of people, mostly young and from many different countries.
The lockdown changed everything in the hostel. Staff couldn’t work; the strict rules that had applied were no longer enforceable because there was nobody to enforce them. There was a young woman around 25 years old who lived on the premises but she could do no more than keep an eye on things and make suggestions in the hope that some sort of order could be preserved. Two rules broke down very quickly — no alcohol on the premises and males and females should not be in a room together unless they were married. In the first days of the lockdown a few people left the hostel but not many. Suzanne had been in a room with six girls and four left the day of the lockdown. Now there was only her and a German girl Greta. Greta was 19 and was in Vienna with her boyfriend Rolf and his brother and his girlfriend. They were at university together, living at home in the same town, but never had the opportunity to be together alone. They had hoped to get a room just for the two of them in the hostel but there wasn’t one available for them and so Greta was stuck in the large rooms of six.
The first night I went to bed at 10 o’clock leaving Greta and her friends having a drink. When I woke in the morning, the sun was streaming through the window and I became aware of the fact that Greta and her boyfriend must be fucking. They were very quiet but nevertheless something made me aware — it must have been the rhythmic movement which betrayed them. I didn’t move — I didn’t want them to be aware that I was awake. It was exciting, sexually exciting, to know that somebody was being fucked in the same room.
My finger slipped between my legs and I quickly had an orgasm. I lay in my bed tense. The rhythmic movement stopped and the next moment Rolf walked past my bed on the way to the bathroom. He was naked and had a long dick still wet with Greta’s juices. It was still semi hard and longer than Jeff’s. Poor Greta. She had had something that large inside her! Maybe it wasn’t poor Greta. Maybe she enjoyed having something that big inside her. It was hard to imagine. She must’ve liked it because she wasn’t crying out in pain. I wondered what it would be like to find a man’s penis that big. Would I enjoy having it inside me? I wondered. Maybe I can find somebody in the hostel.
A few seconds later Greta walked by, also naked. In that instant I could see that she had a really good figure, nice breasts and a hairy pussy. They were in the bathroom for a long time together and I could only imagine they were doing it again. I gave myself another orgasm. The next minute they both came out of the bathroom and walked back to Greta’s bed still naked.
A few minutes later I got out of bed, discreetly dressed, and then Greta and Rolf walked around naked as if it was quite normal. Well it certainly wasn’t normal for me and I couldn’t keep my eyes off Rolf’s penis. Eventually they got dressed and we had some breakfast downstairs with Rolf’s brother Peter and his girlfriend Martha. Soon after breakfast they all went back to the room and when I came back Peter and Martha had moved into the room into the spare beds and they were all fucking on beds as if I didn’t exist. I opened the door and Greta said, “Don’t worry about us.”
I laid on my bed listening to the sounds of lovemaking. Afterwards they all wandered around the room naked as if it was completely normal. There was no pressure on me to join them except that I felt out of things and at the same time I wanted to enjoy the sight of their bodies — I could hear the sounds of pleasure and I wanted to participate. I couldn’t show it but I just felt I wanted to be in it. We all dressed and went down to lunch together and were joined by another German boy, Fritz. All of them were so tall.
We must have talked for over an hour. Fritz and I must’ve been talking more intently and I saw the others wink to each other and get up. I knew it meant “let’s go and have another fuck.” As they got up, Fritz held my hand as if it was the most natural thing to do and we all went back to the room. It seemed that the others were fucking within minutes. They had no shame. Fucking was a private thing, not something that you let somebody else know that you did. The girls were on their backs with their legs in the air and the bottoms of the boys were moving up and down.
Fritz led me to my bed and we made ourselves comfortable under the covers. I can only say in my own defence that Fritz must have studied Kissing 101 and Fingering 101. I had never had such fast orgasms in my life — two, one after the other. Everything happened so fast — perhaps it wasn’t so fast, but the fact that I couldn’t concentrate. Without thinking about it I stripped everything off and had an orgasm and then another. Fritz must have stripped off too although I don’t remember it.
I’m pretty sure Fritz didn’t ask me if he could fuck me. I think I must’ve rolled onto my back and positioned my legs so that his penis could go straight into my vagina. It was just automatic and so natural. There was not the slightest resistance on my part and I could feel myself being fucked for the first time in my life. It was such a strange feeling to feel his finger riffling through the hair on my crack and separating my lips and the next thing I felt the tip of his penis opening me up just a little and then a little more. I always thought it would be a bit complicated to get my legs in the right position but it just came naturally.
I shouldn’t have been surprised — it’s natural to have sex. It isn’t natural to have sex without familiarising yourself with your partners tackle. Everybody touches the other person before sex — it’s definitely part of getting to know the other person. Not this time for me. For some reason I was just passive. I just lay there and lapped up the attention. I was sensitive to Fritz’s every move — I could feel his penis touching the entrance to my vagina and then slowly pushing in. I knew it wasn’t going to hurt — my dildo had done its job. I could feel every inch going in. I could see Fritz’s face and I knew he was enjoying it.
It was wonderful and seemed to go on forever before I felt Fritz come inside me. I didn’t orgasm, but he finished me off digitally and I just lay there in amazement. It felt such a romantic moment. I felt like a Victorian bride on her honeymoon. We had made love and I hadn’t even seen the weapon that did it. My husband had carefully shielded me from seeing the long, large piece of flesh that would penetrate me. Of course I wasn’t like a Victorian bride who knew nothing. I knew exactly what was going to happen — I just hadn’t seen the particular penis that did the job. It crossed my mind that even though I had discussed sex with my mother, she had never discussed in detail what happened when you were penetrated. Funny. I would have liked to have talked to her about it.
I looked into Fritz’s eyes and it seemed no time at all before he was doing it again and again. I tried to estimate in my mind whether Fritz was larger than Rolf or not but I couldn’t. All I know was that I felt full — very full. To say that I was willing wasn’t true. I didn’t want to stop. In the end Fritz stopped. We just lay there and looked into each other’s eyes and it was at that moment that the others clapped. It was such a funny sensation. Whoever clapped somebody else for having sex?
Greta said, “I thought you were a virgin.”
“I was, but I’m not now. I’ve just had the most wonderful experience.”
They clapped again. I had relived my mother’s dream. We got out of bed and for the first time I saw Fritz’s penis, still glistening with my juices. It was still long and extended and I could see it beginning to droop second by second. What suddenly struck me that I had never noticed before, not even with Jeff, that his penis grew out of a forest of hair, curly hair, just like mine, and how smooth the skin was. I could see how beautifully designed it was to slip right inside me.
I cupped my pussy with my hand to stop making a mess everywhere and we both went into the bathroom. I washed Fritz and Fritz washed me. I didn’t know a boy could get an erection so fast again but he did and he twirled me around and bent me over and before I knew it and he was inside me again. It was good. Really good. I don’t know how long we were in there. Must’ve been a long time because when we came out everybody clapped us again. I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. I was just like them. It felt good.
I walked back to my bed and reached under the bed clothes to put my panties on. Fritz wasn’t looking at me but as soon and as he saw what I was doing he reached around and pulled them down. The other two girls were watching and I really felt a bit really stupid. Everybody would have been naked except me.
“Why do you want to put them them back on? You look beautiful and I want to be able to see you — all of you. You have a lovely figure. You have beautiful breasts.”
“I’m just not used to going around without panties on, even when there’s nobody around.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Every girl I’ve ever known looks just like you — breasts and a hairy pussy. You’re no different.”
His finger slipped between my slit and diddled my clitoris for a few seconds and then he waved it under my nose. I smelled good. He smelled it too and smiled.
“Don’t you feel self-conscious about walking around without pants on?”
“Of course not. When I’m with a beautiful girl I want to attract her and make her want to have sex with me. I know that when she sees my penis and if she likes me and she likes it, she will want to have sex. That’s life. When I see you and I become sexually attracted to you I want to have sex with you. When I see your hairy pussy, it makes me want to have sex with you. That’s natural.”
“Are you really sure?”
“Of course. I don’t have to tell you. You already know that your hair makes you beautiful and sexy. You’re not about to go to Saudi Arabia and cover it up are you? Of course not. Just get used to the fact that you have a got an attractive body and you are sexy.”
“I’ll try. I have to say that I like looking at you and the other two boys naked so I can understand what you’re talking about. Okay. I’ll do it. You’ve convinced me. Let’s go down and eat.”
The other four drove back to Germany that afternoon in their VW Kombi. That left Fritz and me alone. He wanted to talk about sex a lot and I must say it excited me. He wanted to talk to me about losing my virginity and how I felt about it. To be honest, I had to tell him that I scarcely had noticed it until he brought the subject up. It had been something I thought about a lot before I met him but it had actually happened so quickly that I had noticed it.
I asked him about how he lost his virginity and he said that just a few months ago he had been renting a room while he studied at the University from a woman who was in her late 40s and whose husband had left her for a younger woman a few years ago. He had been there a few months and one night while he was studying there was a knock on the door and the landlady walked in and without saying anything opened her dressing gown and took it off. He was stunned but knew what she wanted. She had a good figure with big breasts and a hairy bush. She drew him to her large breasts and the next moment he had been swallowed by her hairy pussy and disappeared into a world of slippery pleasure. He had been engulfed by a Black Forest cake over the course of the next few months she taught him everything he knew.
Fritz stayed for another week and then said he had to leave — he was running out of money. I don’t know how many times we fucked but I was fairly certain that I had relived my mother’s dream.