Porn book from the 90s ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

excerpt I woke up in the dark, turned on the night light and looked at the clock. It was half past eleven. “Soon the woman will come again,” I thought without any pleasure. I wanted to rest and sleep at least one night peacefully, without miracles. I decided not to get up and, turning off the light, began to look at the pale spots on the ceiling and walls, enjoying the peace and quiet. But then a melodic ringing was heard, and something rustled near the table. I listened without moving. A quiet laugh reached me, and a pleasant voice said:
- What a fool... But by the way, where am I? It was a woman. She listened and her triumphant voice sounded in the wary silence. - Yeah. Someone is breathing. He must be sleeping. It's nice to be in the same room with a sleeping man. I closed my eyes and lay on the sofa without moving. What will she do? At this time someone knocked on the door. I didn’t have time to open my mouth to ask who was knocking when she loudly shouted: - Come in, the owner is sleeping. The door opened, someone came in and turned on the light. I saw my father-in-law. He looked stunned at the cheerful woman, then turned his gaze to me. “Oh, what a handsome old man,” she exclaimed, heading towards my father-in-law. “Get away, get away from me,” he shouted in rage. - Ram, explain what this means? I got out of bed, cursing fate and the daring beauty. The father-in-law, without waiting for an answer, left, slamming the door. I heard him shout loudly to someone in the corridor: - When he gets dressed, let him come to me. -Who asked you to command in someone else’s room? - I attacked the woman. - God, what have I done! After all, I thought that you were sleeping. Why are you keeping him outside the door? Such a sweet and respectable old man. - Shut up. They've done a lot of work, and I'll sort it out. - Nonsense. Every decent man should have a free woman, and there is nothing reprehensible in this. Explain this to the old man. He will understand. - Come on... I went to my father-in-law. Sullen and angry, he sat at his table and, without raising his head, said: “Not even three days have passed since we buried our girl, and you have already filled the house with women.” Well, okay, you are young and strong, you need women. But you can do this outside the home without insulting the memory of your wife. Yesterday you shocked Mary’s company by leaving in the middle of a banquet with some street girl, today in your room I found another one and completely naked. How is this possible? Excuse me, but I can’t live with you under the same roof. Find yourself an apartment tomorrow and move. I hope you are not offended. I am a father, and the memory of my daughter is sacred to me. Go, kick the girl out now. When I entered, she was sitting at the dressing table, cleaning her nails. - Well, did you settle it? - she asked without turning to me. “Settled,” I answered ironically. Without listing all the advantages of her appearance, I can say that she really was almost naked. She was wearing a silk bathing suit with white polka dots: a striped bra and tight briefs covered with black fringe. Long light brown hair flowed smoothly down her shoulders and covered the hollow between her shoulder blades. “Get ready, we’re leaving here now,” I told her, taking away the nail file. - Great, give me something to wear. I rummaged through my closet and chose one of my late wife's dresses. She held it close to her, looked in the mirror and asked: - Isn’t there a better place? - No. And that will do. - OK then. I'll try it on now. She put on the dress and I was amazed at her transformation. In a dress that hugged her slender figure, she seemed even slimmer and more elegant. I have never seen this dress so beautiful on my wife. - And the shoes? - Here are the shoes. I handed her my wife's high-heeled summer sandals. I quickly packed the most necessary things into my suitcase and we left the house. I took my old Opel from the garage and, having seated my lady, drove off, not knowing where. She chirped like a bird, admiring the city at night. Seeing the shining entrance of the bar, she grabbed my hand and began to beg me to go there. I had to agree. We entered the bar. They immediately noticed her. At the tables they began to look at each other and whisper. The owner of the bar himself, devouring my companion with a greedy gaze, led us to a table in a separate office. - What would you like to serve? - the owner asked me, looking sideways at the lady. “Wine,” exclaimed the beauty, narrowing her eyes coquettishly. - No, we haven't chosen yet. Please send a waiter in about ten minutes. The owner shrugged his shoulders and left. - Listen, act more respectable. - What did I do? - Whatever you want to order, you must tell me, and I will tell the waiter. - Fi... What's the difference. “Look, what a wonderful baby,” she exclaimed, pointing her finger at a huge fellow in a checkered jacket, who was dragging a drunk woman, half his height, from the table to the dance floor by the hand. - What is he good for? Don't point your finger, they are paying attention to us. - Where, who converts? - All. - Is that bad? What would I be worth if no one paid attention to me? Wow... what a powerful animal,” she exclaimed enthusiastically. -Who is the animal? - Well, this guy. - I don’t understand your enthusiasm. - What can you understand about this? - If you are rude, I will leave right now and leave you here alone. “Oh,” she exclaimed in fear, turning to me, “it turns out you’re good too.” Don't go, I'll be a good girl. The waiter came. I ordered everything I needed and within minutes there was no empty space left on the table. - What is your name? - I asked her after we drank a glass of ladies' liqueur. She smiled and answered the question with a question: - Do I have to have a name? - Well, of course, otherwise what will I call you. - Give me a name that you like better. A beloved woman has a favorite name. But you have a beloved woman. - Aren’t you jealous? - Well, here's another one. Only old people, freaks, and crazy people are jealous. - Then your name will be Zara. -Have you ever had such a woman? - No, but I like this name. It looks like the sun. We still drank. She got pretty tipsy. I closed the curtains so that they couldn’t see us from the hall. She laughed drunkenly and fanned herself with a napkin like a fan. - It's good here. My belly button is sweating... ha, ha, ha... Let's go dance... No, no. Let's better... Ram, you are a darling. You have dog eyes. Bring me some cold water, I'll splash it on my chest. I walked up to her and, putting my arm around her shoulders, turned her towards me. Her hot breath fanned my face. I grabbed the back of her head with my hand and kissed her with a drunken, dishonest kiss. She did not resist or protest. She was almost exhausted. Not so much out of desire as out of habit, I began to knead her breasts, trying to find the hard button of a nipple under the fabric of her dress. She laughed like a child.
- Rem, fool... You tickle me, - lifting up her dress, I began to kiss her legs, thighs, and she encouraged me with laughter, - here, now here, so them, Rem, so . I undid the button of her panties and, throwing her onto the sofa, pulled them off completely. “Well done, clever,” she laughed, devouring me with her lustful gaze. “You haven’t kissed my belly yet,” she exclaimed, lifting her dress. - Well, what are you doing? I stood watching her shameless outbursts with delight. - And you spread your legs. Please,” she spread her legs widely across the sofa, revealing her charms to my lustful gaze and her body, slightly wet with sweat, glistened like glass, and her vaginal lips, narrow and long, parted, revealing a bright red entrance. The madness of passion is stronger than reason. I, having forgotten everything in the world, threw myself on my knees, grabbed her thighs and pressed my lips to her, feeling the tart smell of her flesh and the salty taste of her hot labia. She writhed with pleasure, chattering some nonsense. Her feet pressed my face with soft pads. “Wait,” she shouted, “wait, otherwise I’ll end up.” I pulled away from her and, stroking her soft belly with my hand, took a voluptuous glance over her entire figure with the charming folds on the curves of her waist. She sat down, straightened her dress and, looking at me, whispered. - Open the curtains. - For what? - Open it up, let them see. - What are you saying, you can’t do that. She shook her head regretfully, grabbed me with her hands, and dragged me towards her. “Sit here,” she said, moving me towards the very barrier, then quickly unbuttoned my pants and took out my penis. She looked at him for a long time with the enchanted gaze of a madwoman, stroking the head with her palm. Finally, she quickly lifted her dress and sat on my lap towards the audience, inserting my penis into her vagina. Moving her hips carefully, she whispered: - Open the curtains, open them. - You're crazy. - No, but you can imagine how pleasant it will be to feel all their greedy gazes on you. Open up. Not knowing why, but I obeyed her and pulled back the curtain. She smiled contentedly, leaned her elbows on the barrier and began to look at the hall with burning eyes. They began to pay attention to her. I closed myself with a curtain and it was impossible to see me from the hall. But the look of her without words told the experienced bar regular what kind of carnal lust was moving her body from side to side. The pleasure grew with amazing speed and along with it my consciousness became cloudy. Zara began to fidget on me so furiously that the sofa creaked under us. Convulsively, clinging to the velvet barrier, closing her eyes and breathing heavily through her mouth, she presented a spectacle to the entire hall, worthy of the power of its impact better than a pornographic postcard. The hall fell silent, sensing in my consciousness the brewing of a scandal, I did not find the strength to resist it. The denouement came unexpectedly. Zara suddenly screamed and fell onto the barrier, convulsing and pouring streams of hot liquid onto me. An unimaginable hubbub arose in the hall. Someone applauded, someone squealed, a man shouted in a voice that was not his own: “Bravo, bravo!” I drew the curtain and pulled Zara off me and threw her on the sofa. I was choked with anger and burning shame flushed my face. - What have you done? She looked at me in surprise with her clear eyes and asked, smiling naively. - And what? - But you disgraced me throughout Cologne. - How did I disgrace you? On the contrary, you will now be held in high esteem. After all, not every man is as brave as you. There was a knock on the door. I pulled her to her feet and ordered her to get herself in order. - Come in. The bartender rushed into the office, red with anger. - Gentlemen! I ask you to leave the bar. - What, are you closing already? - she asked naively, gracefully moving her hips. The bartender was confused. “No, but you... that is, you... Well, you understand me,” the bartender finally lost his way under the sharp gaze of my friend. She affectionately patted him on the cheek and said laughing: - My boy, there is no need to worry so much. I assure you that it is highly impolite to kick customers out. - Yes, but... - No “buts”. Sit down with us and have a sip of wine. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the table. - Ram, look after the owner. I had not yet recovered from embarrassment and stood like a pillar in the middle of the office. Zara poured him some wine, put it in his hand and, picking it up with her other hand, clinked glasses with him. - For your health. For the prosperity of your bar,” she proclaimed with pathos. “Ram, take a glass,” Zara commanded. The bartender felt Zara's figure with an impudent, oily gaze, trying to look under the neckline of the dress on her chest. The waiter came in. “Master,” he muttered gloomily, looking at Zara and me with prickly eyes, “there’s a gentleman in the hall asking for you.” The bartender caught himself and, apologizing, followed the waiter, advising us to leave. I looked at my watch; it was half past four. Another hour and a half. Smiling blissfully, Zara slowly swayed her body from side to side, humming some cheerful song. - Maybe we can leave? - Well, what are you talking about, baby? It's so nice here. The waiter entered again without knocking: “You are asked to leave the bar,” he said with icy impartiality, bulging his eyes into space. “We’re leaving now,” I said and thrust several hundred-mark bills into his hand. His face immediately blurred into servility and he fussed around us. - Order to call a taxi. Madam, did you forget your handbag? - he turned to Zara. She smiled sweetly and, squinting, blurted into his eyes: - Be so kind as to give me my panties. They're under the chair. I almost fell from surprise, and the waiter fell under the tablecloth and, pulling them out with devoted dog eyes, handed them to Zara, looking up at her with an admiring glance. We went outside. A crowd was waiting for us at the entrance of the bar. Seeing Zara, the men began to applaud her, some kissed her hands, someone helpfully opened the car door for her. The women looked into her face with undisguised curiosity. I heard someone say: “What a beauty! One night with someone like that is not worth living.” From the spot I pulled the car at full speed. We drove along deserted streets and alleys. After 40-50 minutes we jumped out onto a country highway and I stopped the car. -Are you crazy? - I asked Zara. - Where did you get the idea? - Do you see what you have done? - But this is success! Furor. All of Germany will be talking about this. “I don’t understand,” she admitted sincerely. - Oh, what can I talk to you about? “Well, kitty, don’t be angry,” she desiredly arched her figure and opened her wonderful legs, “kiss them.” I like it. - Don't want. She laughed. - Look how beautiful they are. And the skin is as soft as a morning cloud. - She arched her legs and crossed them, placing one on top of the other. - Look, cat, otherwise I’ll close them. Where are my panties? - she exclaimed in fear. - Oh, here they are. I was scared. She began to put them on herself. “Wait,” I stopped her, “I want you.” - Oh, you purr. Now I'll settle down for you. She asked me to sit lower and, perched astride my legs, quickly stuck my penis into her vagina. - Now drive. - But I can’t drive a car like that. I don't see anything. - Nonsense. I'll step aside. She leaned on her side so that I could see the road. I started the engine and drove off. We pulled over to the side of the road to let the car shake, and our unusual copulation began. She didn't move her body, but the noticeable shocks kept making our dicks rub against each other. She quickly went into a frantic frenzy and, clutching me with her hands, twirled around on me like a snake. I let go of the steering wheel and, without having time to brake, the car plunged into a roadside ditch. The last push was the height of pleasure. She slid off me with a groan of pleasure and a second later... disappeared. I was left alone in the middle of a field on the road in a broken down car, tired and angry. I went out onto the road and looked around. Not far away, behind a few pillars, stood a white farmer's house. I decided to go ask to get my Opel out of the ditch. But at that moment two milk tanks appeared, heading into the city. One of them stopped and a young, cheerful boy jumped out of the car. - Pull it out? - he asked. - Do me a favor. - Now. - He sat down on a piece of cable, hooked the buffer of the car and adjusted his own, putting the second loop on the hook. Without much difficulty, his Vega car pulled my pathetic convertible onto the road. I paid him a hundred marks and he left. My car was badly damaged. The right headlight had completely flown off the wing and was lying on the ground, the radiator was twisted in a crooked wave, and water was gradually dripping from it. I tried to start the engine, it worked fine. Slowly I set off and drove off. An hour later I was already in the city. Having found a house on the outskirts where rooms were rented, I rented an apartment on the second floor and left my crippled car and went to the factory... Max Renoir "The Devil's Cards"