Busty friends by behappy9999@yahoo.com   Past The slaughter of the Sch�nling slave by Mistress Cruel, our interaction with her and the orgasm with the slave We were only two days back but we - so Julia my best friend and I, Luisa, Julia's best friend - were still in a frenzy. The killing of the slave had aroused us sexually - even more so than our own killing of our friend Bela. We had lured Bela - who threatened to destroy our relationship, i.e. mine and Julias - and just put ourselves in a sex trap. The prospect of pushing a threesome with us two really sharp girls had made him forget any caution. When we were in the apartment with him it did not take long and we had tied his hands and attached to a chain that came from the ceiling. Of course, the three of us were all naked. Bela's arousal was unmistakable. His excitement - but also his mistrust - grew when we pulled a transparent plastic bag over his head. His body began to swing back and forth, and a first drop of semen appeared on his glans - where we had previously withdrawn the foreskin. Did I mention that Julia and I pampered each other lying on the bed intensely with fingers and tongue? Bela had two rat-sharp girls in front of them who took care of each other as he breathed more and more frantically. Eventually, his entire body cramped extremely violently and his testicle pumped his last seed out of his limb in a violent swell. Then he stopped breathing. His face under the plastic bag was blue and his eyes were panicked. Part of the plastic bag was in his mouth. In addition to his semen dripping from his penis, the sphincter sphincters had also given up their function. Some faeces dripped from his ass onto the floor and his bladder emptied as well. Thank God we had informed ourselves beforehand and had placed a plastic tarpaulin under the sheepskin pre-lay. The sheepskin pre-layer was to be disposed of anyway and had finally served a useful purpose. The act of his killing had aroused us so much during his death struggle that we both had a violent orgasm almost simultaneously immediately after his death. Two weeks later - we were dancing in a trendy underground club - we saw Mistress Cruel for the first time. You can only come to this club on recommendation. The guy who had disposed of Bela's body - and was allowed to fuck us as a reward - had given us access to the club. Not only was there dancing here - there were also women and men who wanted to dance more than just. Mistress Cruel approached us with a 30-year-old very good-looking man, who wore a choker with a chain on it. Mistress Cruel had the end of the chain in his hand. She gave us the name of the guy who had disposed of the body and invited us with a hand gesture into a room next to the bar. We knew the call of Mistress. Under her hand and only in certain circles it was said that she liked to humiliate and torment men. And another rumour said that none of the men she was seen with ever reappeared. The man with the chain at the other end of the room, left tied to a radiator, approached us and pointed her hand at a leather couch. We sat down, she sat down on a leather armchair opposite. Pointing at the man with a head gesture, she asked, "Do you like him?" I replied "he seems to have a beautiful body, but you can only judge his face. The rest is covered in clothes". Julia giggled and nodded "if he undresses, we can only allow ourselves a final verdict". The Mistress turns her head to the slave "pull yourself out, loosen the chain from your collar and come here". The slave, who had not yet spoken a word, nodded and smiled happily. As soon as he got rid of his clothes, he approached us and stood next to the leather armchairs. " Stand in front of the girls and then slowly turn around your own axis. You lift your two arms over your head" came it short and skimpy out of the leather armchair. The slave still hadn't said a word. Both Julia and I had never seen a completely hairless man naked. Well, he still wore his head hair - but otherwise, apart from his eyelids and eyebrows, no hair on the entire rest of his body. And we looked very closely. Neither on the abdomen nor on the back, neither on the arms nor on the legs, nor under the arms, on the ass and in the genital area, even a single hair could be seen. Even his big scrotum was hairless. His large limb hung between his legs and shrugged slightly. He was probably happy to see us. "If you want to see his cock in full size, you have to undress," the Mistress said. And whether we wanted to see his tail in full size. We quickly got rid of the few clothes we wore on our bodies and sat down with spread legs on the leather couch so that both the Mistress and the slave had an unobstructed view of our shaved. There was still nothing wrong with the slave. He looked to Mistress and when she nodded his limb began to stiffen. Julia and I had seen many cocks - but when this was stiff we both swallowed first. The strap of the man was huge, almost as big as the pimmel of a horse. The woman downstairs was not allowed to be too tight or it would be damn painful to penetrate. And to get that beating rammed in the ass - I couldn't imagine that at that moment. "Pull your foreskin back," the Mistress urged the slave. Because his limb was aroused, he had difficulty pulling his foreskin over the glans. "I've heard from your "disposal" that you have no problem killing a man. This slave wants to die. He wants to be dismembered piece by piece in the living body," the Mistress explained to us. When she saw our probably shocked facial expressions, she laughed "No ladies, this pleasure is reserved for me. But he wants to get another blown and fuck just before his dismemberment. And with two rat-sharp girls. And that's when I immediately thought of you." I noticed that I was suddenly moist down stairs. Julia seemed to be no different. We looked at each other, nodded and said at the same time "We're there." The Mistress smiled happily "let's go straight away - you see the slave already starting to drip". And indeed, a drop of pleasure had formed on the slave's acorn. At a nod from his mistress, the slave went back to the radiator, dressed and attached the chain to the collar he was still wearing. Then he stayed there until the Mistress came to him and detached the chain from the radiator. After the Mistress and the slave had left the room Julia and I moved on again. As discussed with the Mistress we left the room next to the bar after 10 minutes, walked through the side entrance from the club. In front of the door was a black SUV with darkened windows. The window of the passenger door slid down "to a night that none of us will forget," the mistress said. We got in, the car drove off and about 30 minutes later we stopped in a wooded area in front of a big house. (If you're interested in how the Sch�nling Slave, the Mistress Cruel and our two bosom friends continue , I recommend the story "piece by piece" from the user drone. Among other things, I took this story as inspiration and took out literary subtleties. As I said, it's just fantasy.) Present Four days after the experience with Mistress Cruel, her slave and the deceased Sch�nling slave Julia and I went for a walk in the magnificent alley of our city. As always, we were dressed horny and skirt and blouse emphasized our feminine charms. But since we weren't hunting men, this time we also put on underwear - also totally bust holders and briefs. After all, no one should be able to look at our while sitting down. Meanwhile, me and Julia had their pubic hair sproutagain again. Each of us had a little cute hair fluff over the vaginas. Suddenly Julia pushed me into the side quite uncomfortably and pushed me behind the hedge of an ice cream cafe. "Go it still - what's going on with you?" I whispered to her, stunned. "Quiet and look carefully over the hedge to the Adler pharmacy," she said quietly. "Yes, there's a big man with a tracking backpack and apparently handing out handouts," I replied quietly. "Look closely at you blind chicken," Julia whispered to me, annoyed. I looked at the man again - this time more closely. 'That can't be true - he's dead. We have seen with our own eyes how Mistress Cruel dismembered him. And even helped her dispose of the body parts herself," I muttered. In front of the Alder pharmacy stood the sch�nling slave who was dead. Or at least one man who looked the same as him. Julia grabbed my arm and pulled me out behind the hedge. "We'll sort this out now," she said as she strolled with me in tow to the pharmacy. The man in front of the pharmacy looked just like the beauticene slave. However, his skin was suntanned, his head hair was heather and he wore a three-day beard. As we stood in front of him, he handed us a leaflet. "I'm looking for my twin brother Adam" Below was a picture of the dead beauticene slave. Personal data of the deceased as well as e-mail address and mobile phone number his twin brother Alexander. The man who was standing in front of the pharmacy and handing out the leaflets. We read the leaflet carefully and shook both of our heads "sorry, we didn't see your brother. How do you come to know that he is or was here in the city," I wanted to know. "My brother last sent me a postcard with the postmark of this city. I've been following his trail for two months. He had a nervous breakdown after the accidental death of our parents six months ago. He was talking about dying. And two months ago he disappeared. I've been looking for him ever since," Alexander said. Suddenly he wavered - Julia grabbed him right under his arm, I grabbed his left arm. We took him to a bank opposite the Adler Pharmacy in the Pedestrian Passage. Julia took his trekking backpack off his shoulders before sitting down. "What's going on with you?" I asked him and looked at him attentively. "You could see - he was the twin brother, just hairy. So at least his forearms were also tanned. Whether he's hairy and tanned all over his body," it shot through my head. Julia, too, looked at him attentively. 'I probably haven't drunk enough today. And The last time I slept was three days ago. I have a very bad feeling about my brother. I'm afraid something happened to him," Alexander said after briefly gathering. "You're quite right," I thought, "Mistress Cruel slaughtered him , albeit at her own request - and we both indirectly helped her." "Do you know a cheap place to stay here in the village. I feel like I'm not lying in a bed soon," Alexander asked us. I looked at Julia - she nodded. "You can come with us, we have been given a spacious apartment by our parents. You get your own room. And no rebuttal - we wouldn't accept that," I replied. Julia nodded "if you're better off again, we'll take you with you." We bounty friends probably had the same thought - if he is as well stocked as his dead brother Adam - then we would fuck his mind out of his body. And then possibly kill him. After Alexander had recovered a bit, we went with him directly to our apartment. It was located just outside the city centre in a quiet side street and had three residential units. Two of them were not rented out at the time. Our apartment was on the street facing away. When we were in the apartment we showed him his room and where the bathroom is - after all, he should take a shower. Julia slipped into the bathroom with a webcam and so cleverly placed her on the shower cubicle. And so that the camera image showed the shower from above. So the best prospects even if the doors of the showers were closed. Connecting the webcam to the laptop in our shared bedroom and from there to connect to the broadband flat screen color TV was an action of less than two minutes. Well, we already had enough practice with us. It didn't take long and Alexander came out of his room and entered the bathroom. There he undressed, entered the shower cubicle and closed the door of the shower. The webcam image appeared crisp on our TV screen. Could it be that his penis was bigger than that of his twin brother? From the camera perspective, it was not exactly visible. But what was to be seen - a large, hairy scrotum, hairon-like hair on the chest and on the legs. So as far as body hair was concerned, the direct opposite of his dead brother. My hand slid under my skirt and briefs. My fingers slipped to my vagina and I started caressing my labia. Determined by a glance to Julia that she had been faster. Her hand had also disappeared under her skirt - but her facial expression showed me that she was on the verge of an orgasm. And then she uttered a quiet scream of lust. The first signs of an orgasm also appeared in me. I let my fingers slide faster over my labia and the waves of lust slammed over me. I, too, couldn't resist a scream of pleasure. On the screen, we watched Alexander sift his body and head - and we couldn't believe it - and took his limb in his hand and siucked it off. Well, hopefully he didn't squirt. Eventually Julia and I wanted to "rob" his seed. A significant swelling of his penis caused us to stop breathing. His limb was at least the same size as that of his twin brother. Unconsciously, my hand had slipped back to my vagina and without being aware of it at first I was already jerking off again. Surprisingly, Julia had both hands crossed over her skirt. "What do you mean - do we fuck him as soon as he's in his room? Now he hasn't found sleep and isn't physically up. If we want to kill him, we shouldn't wait until tomorrow." Just when I wanted to answer, I came back to orgasm. I just nodded. What Julia said was striking - in full possession of his powers, we both would probably not be able to overpower him and kill him. Julia got up from the bed and went into the kitchen. She returned a short time later with a fish filler knife and a transparent plastic bag. She took a thin leather belt out of her closet. "Holderless silk stockings?" I nodded. "Black or white?". "You black - I white!". Julia nodded. Now we were glad that we hadn't shaved our in the last few days. Holderless silk stockings and then a light hair plum in the intimate area - no man could stand up for it. Stripping the silk stockings was a matter of a few seconds. And not a moment too late. Alexander got out of the shower and started drying his body. Now it could only be a few moments before he left the bathroom to visit his room. Julia quickly packed our "craft" into a small black leather bag. The game could begin. Busty friends - continue through thick and thin! Alexander had left the door to his room and stood with his back to the door. He just dried his torso. Julia and I enjoyed the sight of his bare backside. What had already been hinted at by his clothes - he had no flaws - and as far as his penis and testicles were concerned - we had both been able to take a look through the webcam installed in the bathroom. I couldn't hold back and i was rattled. Alexander turned around and presented us with the front view of his body. Julias and my gaze, of course, went first towards his sexual area. His link immediately responded to our sight. It's also logical - which man can stay calm - when two girls as sharp as us are standing in front of him dressed only with a pair of fishnet stockings. As already mentioned - his penis reacted and slowly began to stiffen. His large scrotum began to rock slightly. My first thought was "he shouldn't push his beating in my ass - that would tear me apart!". The second thought "whether I could take one of his testicles in my mouth and how it would be to blow his cock". And finally the most obvious thought "if he introduces his limb completely into me and then violently pushes I will probably be able to kiss his acorn". Julia used the word "we should talk about paying for your accommodation with us," she said with a lustful smile. Alexander grabbed his jacket lying on the bed and pulled out a purse. "So we actually thought more about a different kind of reward," I said with a lustful smile, and drove my tongue over my lips while my right hand slid over my pubic mound. Julia had also led her hand towards her labia. Alexander dropped the purse on the bed, then dropped the towel with which he had dried himself and held in the other hand. His limb was already quite stiff and protruding upright. His face showed a greed and a violent growl could be heard from his neck. Julia and I approached him, positioned us to the right and left of him. Julia let the black leather bag with our "working utensils" slide next to the bed. "Be so sweet and slowly pull your foreskin over the glans - but very slowly" I breathed into his ear. Alexander grinned, his right hand slid over his tail and he provocatively slowly pulled his foreskin back over his glans until the same purple lay shiny free. Without having agreed beforehand, Julia and I knelt down in front of Alexander and bowed our faces before so that his penis was equal to our mouths. Then I kissed his acorn gently first and immediately realized that there was already a drop of pleasure on it. When I pulled my mouth back, Julia also kissed his acorn and my left hand covered his scrotum. When I put a slight pressure on his testicles, Alexander groaned loudly. His tension must have been so great that he suddenly came to orgasm and shot out his hot seed without warning and squirted Julia in the middle of his face. The three of us laughed off almost at the same time. Then I turned to Julia and licked her Alexander's seed off her face. She herself licked the sperm of Alexander's cock. "I think we're on the right track," Julia said, and got up again. She kissed Alexander violently on his mouth and had her tongue wandered into his oral cavity, where she performed a violent dance. Alexander's tongue immediately retaliated. His hand covered her ass and pulled her firmly against his body. My hand let go of his scrotum and I also lifted myself up. Alexander's right hand covered my ass and also pulled me hard against his body. Our mouths found each other and our tongues introduced each other. If he was just as good at licking with his tongue, Julia and I would have a lot of fun before we would "send" him to his brother. Julia looked over at me and pointed her head at the bed. "Alexander, are you as skilful at licking as you are when kissing?" she asked of our victim. Alexander looked at Julia first, then me at "let's find out - my limb needs a short recovery period". He let go of our asses, turned to the bed and, with a short hand movement, cleared down all the objects on the bed. Then he looked at us both "which of the lovely ladies would like to have my tongue pampered in her vaginal area first?" he asked us cheekily. "Lovely ladies - that's what no one had called us yet. If you knew what contribution we contributed to your brother's death, you wouldn't be so polite to us," he said. Julia had probably understood my short hesitation in such a way that I wanted to give her the lead. She lay down with her back on the bed and positioned herself so that her pelvis was immediately on the bed. Then she spread her thighs and offered Alexander her intimate area. Alexander sank to his knees and began kissing Julia's thigh. Then he devoted himself to her shame triangle. He kissed it, licked it and plucked his teeth at her slight pubic hair. Apparently Julia liked it, because she reached into his full hair with her hands and clawed herself there. I also knelt down, but behind Alexander. First I let my hands' fingernails slide up and down on his back, first gently - then stronger. Apparently he liked it, his back moved. Then my right hand slid down and covered his scrotum again. This time, however, I did not press, but began to massage his eggs gently. Alexander knew how to use his tongue very skilfully. Julia's wheezing became more and more hectic and her abdomen began to move faster and faster. I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. And then suddenly the waves of lust hit her and articulated themselves in a loud scream. Her face was covered in sweat. 'It's funny that if I lick her she always comes, but I've never noticed her face was sweaty. Should I have to get jealous now?" it went through my head. I pressed Alexander's scrotum a little stronger, probably unconsciously, and immediately got a slight cry of pain from him in response. "Change of position," Julia said, rolling from the bed "you have a great tongue work" she turned to Alexander "Luisa, you're certainly not going to be disappointed," she said to me with a broad grin. I also thought and now positioned myself on the bed in front of Alexander's face "then let me feel your tongue" I challenged him and stretched out my abdomen. His tongue began to lick my right thigh to the pubic area. The left thigh followed. When his tongue began to kiss and lick my pubic area, his teeth on my pubic hair "firmed" I immediately reached a slight orgasm. I had never experienced in this phase of lovemaking. When his tongue then crossed my labia I got a second slight orgasm. What was going on with me? Was I so horny and aroused that I had two light orgasms so quickly in a row? What would it be like if he penetrated my vagina with his tongue? I should find out very quickly. Alexander penetrated my vaginal area with his tongue and licked so intensely that after a short time I noticed how waves of pleasure quickly built up. "Not so fast," I quid. Julia sat next to me on the bed and looked at me attentively. She had not escaped my two light orgasms. She stroked my hand over her forehead "Just let it run," she whispered. Alexander had misinterpreted my request to slow down. He intensified the use of his tongue. My abdomen pressed against his face and then - the waves of lust beat me. I experienced an orgasm of unprecedented proportions. My back stretched and I heard a loud scream of pleasure. So he can lick very well - if he is just as skilful with his limb, it will be a nice afternoon for the three of us. But the end for him will be final," he said. Alexander raised his head and grinned cheekily. Probably he was proud that he had licked us both to orgasm within a very short time. I didn't like this self-satisfied face. What does this guy actually imagine? Does he consider himself a gift from God to femininity? Men are all the same! Alexander had no idea about Luisa's thoughts. Julia looked over at Luisa. She nodded and said "Luisa and I need to freshen up for a moment before we start the next round" with a smile to Alex. Alex grinned arrogantly back, pointing to his already re-energised penis and saying to the two women, "Let's both not wait too long. My cock now wants to finally explore your wet pussy". I was left with the spit - what does this arrogant crap guy actually imagine. His death was already decided - but now I wasn't sure if I wanted to get fucked by him beforehand. Julia rose, waved to me and we left Alexander's room. He mumbled on the bed and stroked his stiff limb. As soon as we were in the bathroom it broke out of me "what does this asshole actually imagine. Treat us without respect. I'd love to kill him right away.' Julia looked at me intensely "I also think he is behaving disrespectfully. Actually, I'm really sharp on his big cock. But I fear he would hit so hard with his huge beating that it would be very painful. So let's kill him now. But before that, let's call the "cleaner" so that he can take care of the disposal of the corpse in a timely manner". My dear Julia - she really thought of everything. I had completely ignored this aspect. Full of gratitude, I took her face into my two hands and passionately kissed her on the mouth. Julia's hand slid down on my torso and stroked my vagina. "Let me make the call, then we kill Alexander quickly. We put the plastic bag over his head and then immediately stab him in the brain with the fish filler knife. The plastic bag should collect any leaking blood". My God, I loved Julia more than ever at that moment. Julia reached for her mobile phone and dialed the number of the "Beseitiger". He had already helped us with the removal of Bella's body. "Hi, here are your favorite girls. We'd have a pick-up tonight - it's a heavy burden - so bring you support," she said. The "cleaner" asked some questions. "We will call you as soon as the load is ready to be picked up. And of course - we will have fun with the pick-up. Bussi until soon" with these words Julia ended the conversation. 'We're supposed to call him - he'll come from him with two 15-year-old nephews to pick him up. The two boys are still virgins - for this short-term assignment, the usual remuneration is still the dejuvenation of the boys on us". I nodded in agreement. "Where's your two horny babe - I don't know how long I can hold my cock back," it came from Alexander's room. I looked at Julia - she twisted her eyes and nodded. We both went back to his room. He had a hand on his penis and waved it to us. "He's like a little kid," he said. When we entered the room, he raised his torso. "We want you to put this plastic bag over your head," Julia said as she pulled the plastic bag from her black leather bag lying next to the bed. Alexander showed an irritated facial expression, which changed abruptly when I knelt in front of him and took his acorn in his mouth. A slight bite into his penis below the glans made him groan loudly. Julia pulled the plastic bag over his head. I bit Alexander again in his penis. Again, he groaned loudly. Julia used this moment to pull the fish fillet knife out of the leather bag and position it on his left ear. I bit a third time - this time quite vigorously in his penis. At the same time, Julia rammed the knife through his ear into his brain. His body blew up - and believe it or not - at the moment of his death, he injected a full load of sperm into my mouth. Because I wasn't prepared for it, I swallowed myself. Pulling my mouth off his penis, I saw that there were clear traces of bite beneath his glans. Now I didn't care. "Please ask the knife" I turned to Julia. She guessed what was coming and handed me the knife over. The plastic bag over his head had prevented the blood from snisting the bedding. I didn't worry about it anymore - I wanted a trophy from our current victim. Putting the knife behind the glans was quick to set up - however, the separation of the glans required strength and required several cuts. The blood that shot out of his penis was the bedding and probably the mattress - but I didn't care! "Call our friend - he can come by," I said to Julia, went into the kitchen and looked for a container for our trophy. Who would have thought this morning that this day would end like this? Busty friends - through thick and thin! (To this story I was inspired by the stories "Busenfreundinnen" and "Piece for Piece" by the DFN User Drone). Past The slaughter of the Sch�nling slave by Mistress Cruel, our interaction with her and the orgasm with the slave We were only two days back but we - so Julia my best friend and I, Luisa, Julia's best friend - were still in a frenzy. The killing of the slave had aroused us sexually - even more so than our own killing of our friend Bela. We had lured Bela - who threatened to destroy our relationship, i.e. mine and Julias - and just put ourselves in a sex trap. The prospect of pushing a threesome with us two really sharp girls had made him forget any caution. When we were in the apartment with him it did not take long and we had tied his hands and attached to a chain that came from the ceiling. Of course, the three of us were all naked. Bela's arousal was unmistakable. His excitement - but also his mistrust - grew when we pulled a transparent plastic bag over his head. His body began to swing back and forth, and a first drop of semen appeared on his glans - where we had previously withdrawn the foreskin. Did I mention that Julia and I pampered each other lying on the bed intensely with fingers and tongue? Bela had two rat-sharp girls in front of them who took care of each other as he breathed more and more frantically. Eventually, his entire body cramped extremely violently and his testicle pumped his last seed out of his limb in a violent swell. Then he stopped breathing. His face under the plastic bag was blue and his eyes were panicked. Part of the plastic bag was in his mouth. In addition to his semen dripping from his penis, the sphincter sphincters had also given up their function. Some faeces dripped from his ass onto the floor and his bladder emptied as well. Thank God we had informed ourselves beforehand and had placed a plastic tarpaulin under the sheepskin pre-lay. The sheepskin pre-layer was to be disposed of anyway and had finally served a useful purpose. The act of his killing had aroused us so much during his death struggle that we both had a violent orgasm almost simultaneously immediately after his death. Two weeks later - we were dancing in a trendy underground club - we saw Mistress Cruel for the first time. You can only come to this club on recommendation. The guy who had disposed of Bela's body - and was allowed to fuck us as a reward - had given us access to the club. Not only was there dancing here - there were also women and men who wanted to dance more than just. Mistress Cruel approached us with a 30-year-old very good-looking man, who wore a choker with a chain on it. Mistress Cruel had the end of the chain in his hand. She gave us the name of the guy who had disposed of the body and invited us with a hand gesture into a room next to the bar. We knew the call of Mistress. Under her hand and only in certain circles it was said that she liked to humiliate and torment men. And another rumour said that none of the men she was seen with ever reappeared. The man with the chain at the other end of the room, left tied to a radiator, approached us and pointed her hand at a leather couch. We sat down, she sat down on a leather armchair opposite. Pointing at the man with a head gesture, she asked, "Do you like him?" I replied "he seems to have a beautiful body, but you can only judge his face. The rest is covered in clothes". Julia giggled and nodded "if he undresses, we can only allow ourselves a final verdict". The Mistress turns her head to the slave "pull yourself out, loosen the chain from your collar and come here". The slave, who had not yet spoken a word, nodded and smiled happily. As soon as he got rid of his clothes, he approached us and stood next to the leather armchairs. " Stand in front of the girls and then slowly turn around your own axis. You lift your two arms over your head" came it short and skimpy out of the leather armchair. The slave still hadn't said a word. Both Julia and I had never seen a completely hairless man naked. Well, he still wore his head hair - but otherwise, apart from his eyelids and eyebrows, no hair on the entire rest of his body. And we looked very closely. Neither on the abdomen nor on the back, neither on the arms nor on the legs, nor under the arms, on the ass and in the genital area, even a single hair could be seen. Even his big scrotum was hairless. His large limb hung between his legs and shrugged slightly. He was probably happy to see us. "If you want to see his cock in full size, you have to undress," the Mistress said. And whether we wanted to see his tail in full size. We quickly got rid of the few clothes we wore on our bodies and sat down with spread legs on the leather couch so that both the Mistress and the slave had an unobstructed view of our shaved. There was still nothing wrong with the slave. He looked to Mistress and when she nodded his limb began to stiffen. Julia and I had seen many cocks - but when this was stiff we both swallowed first. The strap of the man was huge, almost as big as the pimmel of a horse. The woman downstairs was not allowed to be too tight or it would be damn painful to penetrate. And to get that beating rammed in the ass - I couldn't imagine that at that moment. "Pull your foreskin back," the Mistress urged the slave. Because his limb was aroused, he had difficulty pulling his foreskin over the glans. "I've heard from your "disposal" that you have no problem killing a man. This slave wants to die. He wants to be dismembered piece by piece in the living body," the Mistress explained to us. When she saw our probably shocked facial expressions, she laughed "No ladies, this pleasure is reserved for me. But he wants to get another blown and fuck just before his dismemberment. And with two rat-sharp girls. And that's when I immediately thought of you." I noticed that I was suddenly moist down stairs. Julia seemed to be no different. We looked at each other, nodded and said at the same time "We're there." The Mistress smiled happily "let's go straight away - you see the slave already starting to drip". And indeed, a drop of pleasure had formed on the slave's acorn. At a nod from his mistress, the slave went back to the radiator, dressed and attached the chain to the collar he was still wearing. Then he stayed there until the Mistress came to him and detached the chain from the radiator. After the Mistress and the slave had left the room Julia and I moved on again. As discussed with the Mistress we left the room next to the bar after 10 minutes, walked through the side entrance from the club. In front of the door was a black SUV with darkened windows. The window of the passenger door slid down "to a night that none of us will forget," the mistress said. We got in, the car drove off and about 30 minutes later we stopped in a wooded area in front of a big house. (If you're interested in how the Sch�nling Slave, the Mistress Cruel and our two bosom friends continue , I recommend the story "piece by piece" from the user drone. Among other things, I took this story as inspiration and took out literary subtleties. As I said, it's just fantasy.) Present Four days after the experience with Mistress Cruel, her slave and the deceased Sch�nling slave Julia and I went for a walk in the magnificent alley of our city. As always, we were dressed horny and skirt and blouse emphasized our feminine charms. But since we weren't hunting men, this time we also put on underwear - also totally bust holders and briefs. After all, no one should be able to look at our while sitting down. Meanwhile, me and Julia had their pubic hair sproutagain again. Each of us had a little cute hair fluff over the vaginas. Suddenly Julia pushed me into the side quite uncomfortably and pushed me behind the hedge of an ice cream cafe. "Go it still - what's going on with you?" I whispered to her, stunned. "Quiet and look carefully over the hedge to the Adler pharmacy," she said quietly. "Yes, there's a big man with a tracking backpack and apparently handing out handouts," I replied quietly. "Look closely at you blind chicken," Julia whispered to me, annoyed. I looked at the man again - this time more closely. 'That can't be true - he's dead. We have seen with our own eyes how Mistress Cruel dismembered him. And even helped her dispose of the body parts herself," I muttered. In front of the Alder pharmacy stood the sch�nling slave who was dead. Or at least one man who looked the same as him. Julia grabbed my arm and pulled me out behind the hedge. "We'll sort this out now," she said as she strolled with me in tow to the pharmacy. The man in front of the pharmacy looked just like the beauticene slave. However, his skin was suntanned, his head hair was heather and he wore a three-day beard. As we stood in front of him, he handed us a leaflet. "I'm looking for my twin brother Adam" Below was a picture of the dead beauticene slave. Personal data of the deceased as well as e-mail address and mobile phone number his twin brother Alexander. The man who was standing in front of the pharmacy and handing out the leaflets. We read the leaflet carefully and shook both of our heads "sorry, we didn't see your brother. How do you come to know that he is or was here in the city," I wanted to know. "My brother last sent me a postcard with the postmark of this city. I've been following his trail for two months. He had a nervous breakdown after the accidental death of our parents six months ago. He was talking about dying. And two months ago he disappeared. I've been looking for him ever since," Alexander said. Suddenly he wavered - Julia grabbed him right under his arm, I grabbed his left arm. We took him to a bank opposite the Adler Pharmacy in the Pedestrian Passage. Julia took his trekking backpack off his shoulders before sitting down. "What's going on with you?" I asked him and looked at him attentively. "You could see - he was the twin brother, just hairy. So at least his forearms were also tanned. Whether he's hairy and tanned all over his body," it shot through my head. Julia, too, looked at him attentively. 'I probably haven't drunk enough today. And The last time I slept was three days ago. I have a very bad feeling about my brother. I'm afraid something happened to him," Alexander said after briefly gathering. "You're quite right," I thought, "Mistress Cruel slaughtered him , albeit at her own request - and we both indirectly helped her." "Do you know a cheap place to stay here in the village. I feel like I'm not lying in a bed soon," Alexander asked us. I looked at Julia - she nodded. "You can come with us, we have been given a spacious apartment by our parents. You get your own room. And no rebuttal - we wouldn't accept that," I replied. Julia nodded "if you're better off again, we'll take you with you." We bounty friends probably had the same thought - if he is as well stocked as his dead brother Adam - then we would fuck his mind out of his body. And then possibly kill him. After Alexander had recovered a bit, we went with him directly to our apartment. It was located just outside the city centre in a quiet side street and had three residential units. Two of them were not rented out at the time. Our apartment was on the street facing away. When we were in the apartment we showed him his room and where the bathroom is - after all, he should take a shower. Julia slipped into the bathroom with a webcam and so cleverly placed her on the shower cubicle. And so that the camera image showed the shower from above. So the best prospects even if the doors of the showers were closed. Connecting the webcam to the laptop in our shared bedroom and from there to connect to the broadband flat screen color TV was an action of less than two minutes. Well, we already had enough practice with us. It didn't take long and Alexander came out of his room and entered the bathroom. There he undressed, entered the shower cubicle and closed the door of the shower. The webcam image appeared crisp on our TV screen. Could it be that his penis was bigger than that of his twin brother? From the camera perspective, it was not exactly visible. But what was to be seen - a large, hairy scrotum, hairon-like hair on the chest and on the legs. So as far as body hair was concerned, the direct opposite of his dead brother. My hand slid under my skirt and briefs. My fingers slipped to my vagina and I started caressing my labia. Determined by a glance to Julia that she had been faster. Her hand had also disappeared under her skirt - but her facial expression showed me that she was on the verge of an orgasm. And then she uttered a quiet scream of lust. The first signs of an orgasm also appeared in me. I let my fingers slide faster over my labia and the waves of lust slammed over me. I, too, couldn't resist a scream of pleasure. On the screen, we watched Alexander sift his body and head - and we couldn't believe it - and took his limb in his hand and siucked it off. Well, hopefully he didn't squirt. Eventually Julia and I wanted to "rob" his seed. A significant swelling of his penis caused us to stop breathing. His limb was at least the same size as that of his twin brother. Unconsciously, my hand had slipped back to my vagina and without being aware of it at first I was already jerking off again. Surprisingly, Julia had both hands crossed over her skirt. "What do you mean - do we fuck him as soon as he's in his room? Now he hasn't found sleep and isn't physically up. If we want to kill him, we shouldn't wait until tomorrow." Just when I wanted to answer, I came back to orgasm. I just nodded. What Julia said was striking - in full possession of his powers, we both would probably not be able to overpower him and kill him. Julia got up from the bed and went into the kitchen. She returned a short time later with a fish filler knife and a transparent plastic bag. She took a thin leather belt out of her closet. "Holderless silk stockings?" I nodded. "Black or white?". "You black - I white!". Julia nodded. Now we were glad that we hadn't shaved our in the last few days. Holderless silk stockings and then a light hair plum in the intimate area - no man could stand up for it. Stripping the silk stockings was a matter of a few seconds. And not a moment too late. Alexander got out of the shower and started drying his body. Now it could only be a few moments before he left the bathroom to visit his room. Julia quickly packed our "craft" into a small black leather bag. The game could begin. Busty friends - continue through thick and thin! Alexander had left the door to his room and stood with his back to the door. He just dried his torso. Julia and I enjoyed the sight of his bare backside. What had already been hinted at by his clothes - he had no flaws - and as far as his penis and testicles were concerned - we had both been able to take a look through the webcam installed in the bathroom. I couldn't hold back and i was rattled. Alexander turned around and presented us with the front view of his body. Julias and my gaze, of course, went first towards his sexual area. His link immediately responded to our sight. It's also logical - which man can stay calm - when two girls as sharp as us are standing in front of him dressed only with a pair of fishnet stockings. As already mentioned - his penis reacted and slowly began to stiffen. His large scrotum began to rock slightly. My first thought was "he shouldn't push his beating in my ass - that would tear me apart!". The second thought "whether I could take one of his testicles in my mouth and how it would be to blow his cock". And finally the most obvious thought "if he introduces his limb completely into me and then violently pushes I will probably be able to kiss his acorn". Julia used the word "we should talk about paying for your accommodation with us," she said with a lustful smile. Alexander grabbed his jacket lying on the bed and pulled out a purse. "So we actually thought more about a different kind of reward," I said with a lustful smile, and drove my tongue over my lips while my right hand slid over my pubic mound. Julia had also led her hand towards her labia. Alexander dropped the purse on the bed, then dropped the towel with which he had dried himself and held in the other hand. His limb was already quite stiff and protruding upright. His face showed a greed and a violent growl could be heard from his neck. Julia and I approached him, positioned us to the right and left of him. Julia let the black leather bag with our "working utensils" slide next to the bed. "Be so sweet and slowly pull your foreskin over the glans - but very slowly" I breathed into his ear. Alexander grinned, his right hand slid over his tail and he provocatively slowly pulled his foreskin back over his glans until the same purple lay shiny free. Without having agreed beforehand, Julia and I knelt down in front of Alexander and bowed our faces before so that his penis was equal to our mouths. Then I kissed his acorn gently first and immediately realized that there was already a drop of pleasure on it. When I pulled my mouth back, Julia also kissed his acorn and my left hand covered his scrotum. When I put a slight pressure on his testicles, Alexander groaned loudly. His tension must have been so great that he suddenly came to orgasm and shot out his hot seed without warning and squirted Julia in the middle of his face. The three of us laughed off almost at the same time. Then I turned to Julia and licked her Alexander's seed off her face. She herself licked the sperm of Alexander's cock. "I think we're on the right track," Julia said, and got up again. She kissed Alexander violently on his mouth and had her tongue wandered into his oral cavity, where she performed a violent dance. Alexander's tongue immediately retaliated. His hand covered her ass and pulled her firmly against his body. My hand let go of his scrotum and I also lifted myself up. Alexander's right hand covered my ass and also pulled me hard against his body. Our mouths found each other and our tongues introduced each other. If he was just as good at licking with his tongue, Julia and I would have a lot of fun before we would "send" him to his brother. Julia looked over at me and pointed her head at the bed. "Alexander, are you as skilful at licking as you are when kissing?" she asked of our victim. Alexander looked at Julia first, then me at "let's find out - my limb needs a short recovery period". He let go of our asses, turned to the bed and, with a short hand movement, cleared down all the objects on the bed. Then he looked at us both "which of the lovely ladies would like to have my tongue pampered in her vaginal area first?" he asked us cheekily. "Lovely ladies - that's what no one had called us yet. If you knew what contribution we contributed to your brother's death, you wouldn't be so polite to us," he said. Julia had probably understood my short hesitation in such a way that I wanted to give her the lead. She lay down with her back on the bed and positioned herself so that her pelvis was immediately on the bed. Then she spread her thighs and offered Alexander her intimate area. Alexander sank to his knees and began kissing Julia's thigh. Then he devoted himself to her shame triangle. He kissed it, licked it and plucked his teeth at her slight pubic hair. Apparently Julia liked it, because she reached into his full hair with her hands and clawed herself there. I also knelt down, but behind Alexander. First I let my hands' fingernails slide up and down on his back, first gently - then stronger. Apparently he liked it, his back moved. Then my right hand slid down and covered his scrotum again. This time, however, I did not press, but began to massage his eggs gently. Alexander knew how to use his tongue very skilfully. Julia's wheezing became more and more hectic and her abdomen began to move faster and faster. I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. And then suddenly the waves of lust hit her and articulated themselves in a loud scream. Her face was covered in sweat. 'It's funny that if I lick her she always comes, but I've never noticed her face was sweaty. Should I have to get jealous now?" it went through my head. I pressed Alexander's scrotum a little stronger, probably unconsciously, and immediately got a slight cry of pain from him in response. "Change of position," Julia said, rolling from the bed "you have a great tongue work" she turned to Alexander "Luisa, you're certainly not going to be disappointed," she said to me with a broad grin. I also thought and now positioned myself on the bed in front of Alexander's face "then let me feel your tongue" I challenged him and stretched out my abdomen. His tongue began to lick my right thigh to the pubic area. The left thigh followed. When his tongue began to kiss and lick my pubic area, his teeth on my pubic hair "firmed" I immediately reached a slight orgasm. I had never experienced in this phase of lovemaking. When his tongue then crossed my labia I got a second slight orgasm. What was going on with me? Was I so horny and aroused that I had two light orgasms so quickly in a row? What would it be like if he penetrated my vagina with his tongue? I should find out very quickly. Alexander penetrated my vaginal area with his tongue and licked so intensely that after a short time I noticed how waves of pleasure quickly built up. "Not so fast," I quid. Julia sat next to me on the bed and looked at me attentively. She had not escaped my two light orgasms. She stroked my hand over her forehead "Just let it run," she whispered. Alexander had misinterpreted my request to slow down. He intensified the use of his tongue. My abdomen pressed against his face and then - the waves of lust beat me. I experienced an orgasm of unprecedented proportions. My back stretched and I heard a loud scream of pleasure. So he can lick very well - if he is just as skilful with his limb, it will be a nice afternoon for the three of us. But the end for him will be final," he said. Alexander raised his head and grinned cheekily. Probably he was proud that he had licked us both to orgasm within a very short time. I didn't like this self-satisfied face. What does this guy actually imagine? Does he consider himself a gift from God to femininity? Men are all the same! Alexander had no idea about Luisa's thoughts. Julia looked over at Luisa. She nodded and said "Luisa and I need to freshen up for a moment before we start the next round" with a smile to Alex. Alex grinned arrogantly back, pointing to his already re-energised penis and saying to the two women, "Let's both not wait too long. My cock now wants to finally explore your wet pussy". I was left with the spit - what does this arrogant crap guy actually imagine. His death was already decided - but now I wasn't sure if I wanted to get fucked by him beforehand. Julia rose, waved to me and we left Alexander's room. He mumbled on the bed and stroked his stiff limb. As soon as we were in the bathroom it broke out of me "what does this asshole actually imagine. Treat us without respect. I'd love to kill him right away.' Julia looked at me intensely "I also think he is behaving disrespectfully. Actually, I'm really sharp on his big cock. But I fear he would hit so hard with his huge beating that it would be very painful. So let's kill him now. But before that, let's call the "cleaner" so that he can take care of the disposal of the corpse in a timely manner". My dear Julia - she really thought of everything. I had completely ignored this aspect. Full of gratitude, I took her face into my two hands and passionately kissed her on the mouth. Julia's hand slid down on my torso and stroked my vagina. "Let me make the call, then we kill Alexander quickly. We put the plastic bag over his head and then immediately stab him in the brain with the fish filler knife. The plastic bag should collect any leaking blood". My God, I loved Julia more than ever at that moment. Julia reached for her mobile phone and dialed the number of the "Beseitiger". He had already helped us with the removal of Bella's body. "Hi, here are your favorite girls. We'd have a pick-up tonight - it's a heavy burden - so bring you support," she said. The "cleaner" asked some questions. "We will call you as soon as the load is ready to be picked up. And of course - we will have fun with the pick-up. Bussi until soon" with these words Julia ended the conversation. 'We're supposed to call him - he'll come from him with two 15-year-old nephews to pick him up. The two boys are still virgins - for this short-term assignment, the usual remuneration is still the dejuvenation of the boys on us". I nodded in agreement. "Where's your two horny babe - I don't know how long I can hold my cock back," it came from Alexander's room. I looked at Julia - she twisted her eyes and nodded. We both went back to his room. He had a hand on his penis and waved it to us. "He's like a little kid," he said. When we entered the room, he raised his torso. "We want you to put this plastic bag over your head," Julia said as she pulled the plastic bag from her black leather bag lying next to the bed. Alexander showed an irritated facial expression, which changed abruptly when I knelt in front of him and took his acorn in his mouth. A slight bite into his penis below the glans made him groan loudly. Julia pulled the plastic bag over his head. I bit Alexander again in his penis. Again, he groaned loudly. Julia used this moment to pull the fish fillet knife out of the leather bag and position it on his left ear. I bit a third time - this time quite vigorously in his penis. At the same time, Julia rammed the knife through his ear into his brain. His body blew up - and believe it or not - at the moment of his death, he injected a full load of sperm into my mouth. Because I wasn't prepared for it, I swallowed myself. Pulling my mouth off his penis, I saw that there were clear traces of bite beneath his glans. Now I didn't care. "Please ask the knife" I turned to Julia. She guessed what was coming and handed me the knife over. The plastic bag over his head had prevented the blood from snisting the bedding. I didn't worry about it anymore - I wanted a trophy from our current victim. Putting the knife behind the glans was quick to set up - however, the separation of the glans required strength and required several cuts. The blood that shot out of his penis was the bedding and probably the mattress - but I didn't care! "Call our friend - he can come by," I said to Julia, went into the kitchen and looked for a container for our trophy. Who would have thought this morning that this day would end like this? Busty friends - through thick and thin! (To this story I was inspired by the stories "Busenfreundinnen" and "Piece for Piece" by the DFN User Drone). Past The slaughter of the Sch�nling slave by Mistress Cruel, our interaction with her and the orgasm with the slave We were only two days back but we - so Julia my best friend and I, Luisa, Julia's best friend - were still in a frenzy. The killing of the slave had aroused us sexually - even more so than our own killing of our friend Bela. We had lured Bela - who threatened to destroy our relationship, i.e. mine and Julias - and just put ourselves in a sex trap. The prospect of pushing a threesome with us two really sharp girls had made him forget any caution. When we were in the apartment with him it did not take long and we had tied his hands and attached to a chain that came from the ceiling. Of course, the three of us were all naked. Bela's arousal was unmistakable. His excitement - but also his mistrust - grew when we pulled a transparent plastic bag over his head. His body began to swing back and forth, and a first drop of semen appeared on his glans - where we had previously withdrawn the foreskin. Did I mention that Julia and I pampered each other lying on the bed intensely with fingers and tongue? Bela had two rat-sharp girls in front of them who took care of each other as he breathed more and more frantically. Eventually, his entire body cramped extremely violently and his testicle pumped his last seed out of his limb in a violent swell. Then he stopped breathing. His face under the plastic bag was blue and his eyes were panicked. Part of the plastic bag was in his mouth. In addition to his semen dripping from his penis, the sphincter sphincters had also given up their function. Some faeces dripped from his ass onto the floor and his bladder emptied as well. Thank God we had informed ourselves beforehand and had placed a plastic tarpaulin under the sheepskin pre-lay. The sheepskin pre-layer was to be disposed of anyway and had finally served a useful purpose. The act of his killing had aroused us so much during his death struggle that we both had a violent orgasm almost simultaneously immediately after his death. Two weeks later - we were dancing in a trendy underground club - we saw Mistress Cruel for the first time. You can only come to this club on recommendation. The guy who had disposed of Bela's body - and was allowed to fuck us as a reward - had given us access to the club. Not only was there dancing here - there were also women and men who wanted to dance more than just. Mistress Cruel approached us with a 30-year-old very good-looking man, who wore a choker with a chain on it. Mistress Cruel had the end of the chain in his hand. She gave us the name of the guy who had disposed of the body and invited us with a hand gesture into a room next to the bar. We knew the call of Mistress. Under her hand and only in certain circles it was said that she liked to humiliate and torment men. And another rumour said that none of the men she was seen with ever reappeared. The man with the chain at the other end of the room, left tied to a radiator, approached us and pointed her hand at a leather couch. We sat down, she sat down on a leather armchair opposite. Pointing at the man with a head gesture, she asked, "Do you like him?" I replied "he seems to have a beautiful body, but you can only judge his face. The rest is covered in clothes". Julia giggled and nodded "if he undresses, we can only allow ourselves a final verdict". The Mistress turns her head to the slave "pull yourself out, loosen the chain from your collar and come here". The slave, who had not yet spoken a word, nodded and smiled happily. As soon as he got rid of his clothes, he approached us and stood next to the leather armchairs. " Stand in front of the girls and then slowly turn around your own axis. You lift your two arms over your head" came it short and skimpy out of the leather armchair. The slave still hadn't said a word. Both Julia and I had never seen a completely hairless man naked. Well, he still wore his head hair - but otherwise, apart from his eyelids and eyebrows, no hair on the entire rest of his body. And we looked very closely. Neither on the abdomen nor on the back, neither on the arms nor on the legs, nor under the arms, on the ass and in the genital area, even a single hair could be seen. Even his big scrotum was hairless. His large limb hung between his legs and shrugged slightly. He was probably happy to see us. "If you want to see his cock in full size, you have to undress," the Mistress said. And whether we wanted to see his tail in full size. We quickly got rid of the few clothes we wore on our bodies and sat down with spread legs on the leather couch so that both the Mistress and the slave had an unobstructed view of our shaved. There was still nothing wrong with the slave. He looked to Mistress and when she nodded his limb began to stiffen. Julia and I had seen many cocks - but when this was stiff we both swallowed first. The strap of the man was huge, almost as big as the pimmel of a horse. The woman downstairs was not allowed to be too tight or it would be damn painful to penetrate. And to get that beating rammed in the ass - I couldn't imagine that at that moment. "Pull your foreskin back," the Mistress urged the slave. Because his limb was aroused, he had difficulty pulling his foreskin over the glans. "I've heard from your "disposal" that you have no problem killing a man. This slave wants to die. He wants to be dismembered piece by piece in the living body," the Mistress explained to us. When she saw our probably shocked facial expressions, she laughed "No ladies, this pleasure is reserved for me. But he wants to get another blown and fuck just before his dismemberment. And with two rat-sharp girls. And that's when I immediately thought of you." I noticed that I was suddenly moist down stairs. Julia seemed to be no different. We looked at each other, nodded and said at the same time "We're there." The Mistress smiled happily "let's go straight away - you see the slave already starting to drip". And indeed, a drop of pleasure had formed on the slave's acorn. At a nod from his mistress, the slave went back to the radiator, dressed and attached the chain to the collar he was still wearing. Then he stayed there until the Mistress came to him and detached the chain from the radiator. After the Mistress and the slave had left the room Julia and I moved on again. As discussed with the Mistress we left the room next to the bar after 10 minutes, walked through the side entrance from the club. In front of the door was a black SUV with darkened windows. The window of the passenger door slid down "to a night that none of us will forget," the mistress said. We got in, the car drove off and about 30 minutes later we stopped in a wooded area in front of a big house. (If you're interested in how the Sch�nling Slave, the Mistress Cruel and our two bosom friends continue , I recommend the story "piece by piece" from the user drone. Among other things, I took this story as inspiration and took out literary subtleties. As I said, it's just fantasy.) Present Four days after the experience with Mistress Cruel, her slave and the deceased Sch�nling slave Julia and I went for a walk in the magnificent alley of our city. As always, we were dressed horny and skirt and blouse emphasized our feminine charms. But since we weren't hunting men, this time we also put on underwear - also totally bust holders and briefs. After all, no one should be able to look at our while sitting down. Meanwhile, me and Julia had their pubic hair sproutagain again. Each of us had a little cute hair fluff over the vaginas. Suddenly Julia pushed me into the side quite uncomfortably and pushed me behind the hedge of an ice cream cafe. "Go it still - what's going on with you?" I whispered to her, stunned. "Quiet and look carefully over the hedge to the Adler pharmacy," she said quietly. "Yes, there's a big man with a tracking backpack and apparently handing out handouts," I replied quietly. "Look closely at you blind chicken," Julia whispered to me, annoyed. I looked at the man again - this time more closely. 'That can't be true - he's dead. We have seen with our own eyes how Mistress Cruel dismembered him. And even helped her dispose of the body parts herself," I muttered. In front of the Alder pharmacy stood the sch�nling slave who was dead. Or at least one man who looked the same as him. Julia grabbed my arm and pulled me out behind the hedge. "We'll sort this out now," she said as she strolled with me in tow to the pharmacy. The man in front of the pharmacy looked just like the beauticene slave. However, his skin was suntanned, his head hair was heather and he wore a three-day beard. As we stood in front of him, he handed us a leaflet. "I'm looking for my twin brother Adam" Below was a picture of the dead beauticene slave. Personal data of the deceased as well as e-mail address and mobile phone number his twin brother Alexander. The man who was standing in front of the pharmacy and handing out the leaflets. We read the leaflet carefully and shook both of our heads "sorry, we didn't see your brother. How do you come to know that he is or was here in the city," I wanted to know. "My brother last sent me a postcard with the postmark of this city. I've been following his trail for two months. He had a nervous breakdown after the accidental death of our parents six months ago. He was talking about dying. And two months ago he disappeared. I've been looking for him ever since," Alexander said. Suddenly he wavered - Julia grabbed him right under his arm, I grabbed his left arm. We took him to a bank opposite the Adler Pharmacy in the Pedestrian Passage. Julia took his trekking backpack off his shoulders before sitting down. "What's going on with you?" I asked him and looked at him attentively. "You could see - he was the twin brother, just hairy. So at least his forearms were also tanned. Whether he's hairy and tanned all over his body," it shot through my head. Julia, too, looked at him attentively. 'I probably haven't drunk enough today. And The last time I slept was three days ago. I have a very bad feeling about my brother. I'm afraid something happened to him," Alexander said after briefly gathering. "You're quite right," I thought, "Mistress Cruel slaughtered him , albeit at her own request - and we both indirectly helped her." "Do you know a cheap place to stay here in the village. I feel like I'm not lying in a bed soon," Alexander asked us. I looked at Julia - she nodded. "You can come with us, we have been given a spacious apartment by our parents. You get your own room. And no rebuttal - we wouldn't accept that," I replied. Julia nodded "if you're better off again, we'll take you with you." We bounty friends probably had the same thought - if he is as well stocked as his dead brother Adam - then we would fuck his mind out of his body. And then possibly kill him. After Alexander had recovered a bit, we went with him directly to our apartment. It was located just outside the city centre in a quiet side street and had three residential units. Two of them were not rented out at the time. Our apartment was on the street facing away. When we were in the apartment we showed him his room and where the bathroom is - after all, he should take a shower. Julia slipped into the bathroom with a webcam and so cleverly placed her on the shower cubicle. And so that the camera image showed the shower from above. So the best prospects even if the doors of the showers were closed. Connecting the webcam to the laptop in our shared bedroom and from there to connect to the broadband flat screen color TV was an action of less than two minutes. Well, we already had enough practice with us. It didn't take long and Alexander came out of his room and entered the bathroom. There he undressed, entered the shower cubicle and closed the door of the shower. The webcam image appeared crisp on our TV screen. Could it be that his penis was bigger than that of his twin brother? From the camera perspective, it was not exactly visible. But what was to be seen - a large, hairy scrotum, hairon-like hair on the chest and on the legs. So as far as body hair was concerned, the direct opposite of his dead brother. My hand slid under my skirt and briefs. My fingers slipped to my vagina and I started caressing my labia. Determined by a glance to Julia that she had been faster. Her hand had also disappeared under her skirt - but her facial expression showed me that she was on the verge of an orgasm. And then she uttered a quiet scream of lust. The first signs of an orgasm also appeared in me. I let my fingers slide faster over my labia and the waves of lust slammed over me. I, too, couldn't resist a scream of pleasure. On the screen, we watched Alexander sift his body and head - and we couldn't believe it - and took his limb in his hand and siucked it off. Well, hopefully he didn't squirt. Eventually Julia and I wanted to "rob" his seed. A significant swelling of his penis caused us to stop breathing. His limb was at least the same size as that of his twin brother. Unconsciously, my hand had slipped back to my vagina and without being aware of it at first I was already jerking off again. Surprisingly, Julia had both hands crossed over her skirt. "What do you mean - do we fuck him as soon as he's in his room? Now he hasn't found sleep and isn't physically up. If we want to kill him, we shouldn't wait until tomorrow." Just when I wanted to answer, I came back to orgasm. I just nodded. What Julia said was striking - in full possession of his powers, we both would probably not be able to overpower him and kill him. Julia got up from the bed and went into the kitchen. She returned a short time later with a fish filler knife and a transparent plastic bag. She took a thin leather belt out of her closet. "Holderless silk stockings?" I nodded. "Black or white?". "You black - I white!". Julia nodded. Now we were glad that we hadn't shaved our in the last few days. Holderless silk stockings and then a light hair plum in the intimate area - no man could stand up for it. Stripping the silk stockings was a matter of a few seconds. And not a moment too late. Alexander got out of the shower and started drying his body. Now it could only be a few moments before he left the bathroom to visit his room. Julia quickly packed our "craft" into a small black leather bag. The game could begin. Busty friends - continue through thick and thin! Alexander had left the door to his room and stood with his back to the door. He just dried his torso. Julia and I enjoyed the sight of his bare backside. What had already been hinted at by his clothes - he had no flaws - and as far as his penis and testicles were concerned - we had both been able to take a look through the webcam installed in the bathroom. I couldn't hold back and i was rattled. Alexander turned around and presented us with the front view of his body. Julias and my gaze, of course, went first towards his sexual area. His link immediately responded to our sight. It's also logical - which man can stay calm - when two girls as sharp as us are standing in front of him dressed only with a pair of fishnet stockings. As already mentioned - his penis reacted and slowly began to stiffen. His large scrotum began to rock slightly. My first thought was "he shouldn't push his beating in my ass - that would tear me apart!". The second thought "whether I could take one of his testicles in my mouth and how it would be to blow his cock". And finally the most obvious thought "if he introduces his limb completely into me and then violently pushes I will probably be able to kiss his acorn". Julia used the word "we should talk about paying for your accommodation with us," she said with a lustful smile. Alexander grabbed his jacket lying on the bed and pulled out a purse. "So we actually thought more about a different kind of reward," I said with a lustful smile, and drove my tongue over my lips while my right hand slid over my pubic mound. Julia had also led her hand towards her labia. Alexander dropped the purse on the bed, then dropped the towel with which he had dried himself and held in the other hand. His limb was already quite stiff and protruding upright. His face showed a greed and a violent growl could be heard from his neck. Julia and I approached him, positioned us to the right and left of him. Julia let the black leather bag with our "working utensils" slide next to the bed. "Be so sweet and slowly pull your foreskin over the glans - but very slowly" I breathed into his ear. Alexander grinned, his right hand slid over his tail and he provocatively slowly pulled his foreskin back over his glans until the same purple lay shiny free. Without having agreed beforehand, Julia and I knelt down in front of Alexander and bowed our faces before so that his penis was equal to our mouths. Then I kissed his acorn gently first and immediately realized that there was already a drop of pleasure on it. When I pulled my mouth back, Julia also kissed his acorn and my left hand covered his scrotum. When I put a slight pressure on his testicles, Alexander groaned loudly. His tension must have been so great that he suddenly came to orgasm and shot out his hot seed without warning and squirted Julia in the middle of his face. The three of us laughed off almost at the same time. Then I turned to Julia and licked her Alexander's seed off her face. She herself licked the sperm of Alexander's cock. "I think we're on the right track," Julia said, and got up again. She kissed Alexander violently on his mouth and had her tongue wandered into his oral cavity, where she performed a violent dance. Alexander's tongue immediately retaliated. His hand covered her ass and pulled her firmly against his body. My hand let go of his scrotum and I also lifted myself up. Alexander's right hand covered my ass and also pulled me hard against his body. Our mouths found each other and our tongues introduced each other. If he was just as good at licking with his tongue, Julia and I would have a lot of fun before we would "send" him to his brother. Julia looked over at me and pointed her head at the bed. "Alexander, are you as skilful at licking as you are when kissing?" she asked of our victim. Alexander looked at Julia first, then me at "let's find out - my limb needs a short recovery period". He let go of our asses, turned to the bed and, with a short hand movement, cleared down all the objects on the bed. Then he looked at us both "which of the lovely ladies would like to have my tongue pampered in her vaginal area first?" he asked us cheekily. "Lovely ladies - that's what no one had called us yet. If you knew what contribution we contributed to your brother's death, you wouldn't be so polite to us," he said. Julia had probably understood my short hesitation in such a way that I wanted to give her the lead. She lay down with her back on the bed and positioned herself so that her pelvis was immediately on the bed. Then she spread her thighs and offered Alexander her intimate area. Alexander sank to his knees and began kissing Julia's thigh. Then he devoted himself to her shame triangle. He kissed it, licked it and plucked his teeth at her slight pubic hair. Apparently Julia liked it, because she reached into his full hair with her hands and clawed herself there. I also knelt down, but behind Alexander. First I let my hands' fingernails slide up and down on his back, first gently - then stronger. Apparently he liked it, his back moved. Then my right hand slid down and covered his scrotum again. This time, however, I did not press, but began to massage his eggs gently. Alexander knew how to use his tongue very skilfully. Julia's wheezing became more and more hectic and her abdomen began to move faster and faster. I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. And then suddenly the waves of lust hit her and articulated themselves in a loud scream. Her face was covered in sweat. 'It's funny that if I lick her she always comes, but I've never noticed her face was sweaty. Should I have to get jealous now?" it went through my head. I pressed Alexander's scrotum a little stronger, probably unconsciously, and immediately got a slight cry of pain from him in response. "Change of position," Julia said, rolling from the bed "you have a great tongue work" she turned to Alexander "Luisa, you're certainly not going to be disappointed," she said to me with a broad grin. I also thought and now positioned myself on the bed in front of Alexander's face "then let me feel your tongue" I challenged him and stretched out my abdomen. His tongue began to lick my right thigh to the pubic area. The left thigh followed. When his tongue began to kiss and lick my pubic area, his teeth on my pubic hair "firmed" I immediately reached a slight orgasm. I had never experienced in this phase of lovemaking. When his tongue then crossed my labia I got a second slight orgasm. What was going on with me? Was I so horny and aroused that I had two light orgasms so quickly in a row? What would it be like if he penetrated my vagina with his tongue? I should find out very quickly. Alexander penetrated my vaginal area with his tongue and licked so intensely that after a short time I noticed how waves of pleasure quickly built up. "Not so fast," I quid. Julia sat next to me on the bed and looked at me attentively. She had not escaped my two light orgasms. She stroked my hand over her forehead "Just let it run," she whispered. Alexander had misinterpreted my request to slow down. He intensified the use of his tongue. My abdomen pressed against his face and then - the waves of lust beat me. I experienced an orgasm of unprecedented proportions. My back stretched and I heard a loud scream of pleasure. So he can lick very well - if he is just as skilful with his limb, it will be a nice afternoon for the three of us. But the end for him will be final," he said. Alexander raised his head and grinned cheekily. Probably he was proud that he had licked us both to orgasm within a very short time. I didn't like this self-satisfied face. What does this guy actually imagine? Does he consider himself a gift from God to femininity? Men are all the same! Alexander had no idea about Luisa's thoughts. Julia looked over at Luisa. She nodded and said "Luisa and I need to freshen up for a moment before we start the next round" with a smile to Alex. Alex grinned arrogantly back, pointing to his already re-energised penis and saying to the two women, "Let's both not wait too long. My cock now wants to finally explore your wet pussy". I was left with the spit - what does this arrogant crap guy actually imagine. His death was already decided - but now I wasn't sure if I wanted to get fucked by him beforehand. Julia rose, waved to me and we left Alexander's room. He mumbled on the bed and stroked his stiff limb. As soon as we were in the bathroom it broke out of me "what does this asshole actually imagine. Treat us without respect. I'd love to kill him right away.' Julia looked at me intensely "I also think he is behaving disrespectfully. Actually, I'm really sharp on his big cock. But I fear he would hit so hard with his huge beating that it would be very painful. So let's kill him now. But before that, let's call the "cleaner" so that he can take care of the disposal of the corpse in a timely manner". My dear Julia - she really thought of everything. I had completely ignored this aspect. Full of gratitude, I took her face into my two hands and passionately kissed her on the mouth. Julia's hand slid down on my torso and stroked my vagina. "Let me make the call, then we kill Alexander quickly. We put the plastic bag over his head and then immediately stab him in the brain with the fish filler knife. The plastic bag should collect any leaking blood". My God, I loved Julia more than ever at that moment. Julia reached for her mobile phone and dialed the number of the "Beseitiger". He had already helped us with the removal of Bella's body. "Hi, here are your favorite girls. We'd have a pick-up tonight - it's a heavy burden - so bring you support," she said. The "cleaner" asked some questions. "We will call you as soon as the load is ready to be picked up. And of course - we will have fun with the pick-up. Bussi until soon" with these words Julia ended the conversation. 'We're supposed to call him - he'll come from him with two 15-year-old nephews to pick him up. The two boys are still virgins - for this short-term assignment, the usual remuneration is still the dejuvenation of the boys on us". I nodded in agreement. "Where's your two horny babe - I don't know how long I can hold my cock back," it came from Alexander's room. I looked at Julia - she twisted her eyes and nodded. We both went back to his room. He had a hand on his penis and waved it to us. "He's like a little kid," he said. When we entered the room, he raised his torso. "We want you to put this plastic bag over your head," Julia said as she pulled the plastic bag from her black leather bag lying next to the bed. Alexander showed an irritated facial expression, which changed abruptly when I knelt in front of him and took his acorn in his mouth. A slight bite into his penis below the glans made him groan loudly. Julia pulled the plastic bag over his head. I bit Alexander again in his penis. Again, he groaned loudly. Julia used this moment to pull the fish fillet knife out of the leather bag and position it on his left ear. I bit a third time - this time quite vigorously in his penis. At the same time, Julia rammed the knife through his ear into his brain. His body blew up - and believe it or not - at the moment of his death, he injected a full load of sperm into my mouth. Because I wasn't prepared for it, I swallowed myself. Pulling my mouth off his penis, I saw that there were clear traces of bite beneath his glans. Now I didn't care. "Please ask the knife" I turned to Julia. She guessed what was coming and handed me the knife over. The plastic bag over his head had prevented the blood from snisting the bedding. I didn't worry about it anymore - I wanted a trophy from our current victim. Putting the knife behind the glans was quick to set up - however, the separation of the glans required strength and required several cuts. The blood that shot out of his penis was the bedding and probably the mattress - but I didn't care! "Call our friend - he can come by," I said to Julia, went into the kitchen and looked for a container for our trophy. Who would have thought this morning that this day would end like this? More stories: The death whore / Maha Alexandrovna Peskovic / Espionage and death / Alina - her first and second kill