Helles Belles

By Johann von Staubig

As payment for a debt, I was given a six day cruise on the Adriatic Sea on a sailing boat with eight eager woman who catered for all my desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Johann von Staubig
• Release date: Aug 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463502662

Johann von Staubig

Johann von Staubig is the name of a writer who has previously written using the pen-name of Uncle Hans. He admits to being a dirty old man who wishes his bed partners were as uninhibited as his characters. He writes about true happenings in his life, only altering them to hide identities and places. He has been writing depraved stories for ten years and posting them on web sites such as Literotica.com and 9erotica.com. His tales includes stories that have previously been published on those sites. Many of the stories are completely true and have names and locations changed to protect the reputations of any ladies involved.. He can be contacted at [e-mail] and is always pleased to receive comments on his stories and suggestions for new ones.

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This is a work of fiction.  Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. 

This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.  It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be access by minors.

Another note for my American readers: In the civilised world, a Fanny is a cunt and NOT an arse or ass as you spell it.

Écu is Parisian street slang for the triangular patch of pubic hair on a woman and is the reason why the European Currency Unit’s name was changed to the Euro when it was first released The French were not happy with shop keepers saying "That will be four hairy beavers when they paid for goods!.

Isn't lovemaking as good a way as any to pass the time for the rest of your life? It tones the body, and it's acceptable exercise, and it makes two people feel good.

John D. MacDonald.

A Tan and Sandy Silence

Rent Crisis

Roger, my housemate and tenant was, yet again, behind with his rent. This was partly because he had spent most of his income from working at his father’s chicken farm a couple of villages away in the pub near the farm and gambling on the one arm bandit in the rugby club in that village. He had frittering away his money on things that he couldn’t afford such as taking Tracy, his long-term girlfriend, to Ibiza for a holiday with TwentiesAction Holidays.

He now owed me several months rent. When he couldn’t pay me, two months ago, I told him that unless he paid within four weeks, I would have to replace him with somebody who could pay the rent because I couldn’t afford the council charges on my own. He had been aghast when he realised that I was serious and he would have to find several hundred pounds otherwise he would need to find a new home away from his parents, work and friends.

I was not surprised when Tracy came back downstairs not long after they had gone to bed. She was only wearing an almost see-through baby doll nightie with her blonde hair cascading over her neck and the tops of her smallish breasts.

I love Roger, and if this will keep him here till next month, you can have me instead of money.

If Roger agrees, yes please. But only for the rent. He’ll have to pay his share of the bills. Electricity, gas, internet and phone. And just for one month.

We just discussed it and it was Roger’s idea. It’s not as if we didn’t fuck other people on holiday and you know that I do fancy you.

Tracy took hold of the miniscule hem with each hand and pulled it over her head. I took her tight little bum in my hands and pulled her panties down past her knees exposing her blonde furred écu. When I say it was furred, it was like a pubescent teenager’s. Moist and ready for me. She had obviously shaved it ready for her holiday and the pubes were growing out. Maybe half a centimetre long.

"Do you want me here or in your room? She asked as her stepped out of her panties.

It’s a lovely evening. How about In the garden? The only window anywhere that can look into the garden is Roger’s.

In the garden, the cool night-time air caused goose bumps to form all over her body as I could feel when she stood on tiptoe and kissed me firmly. Tracy’s firm little breasts jutted into the lower part of my chest and both hard nipples made themselves obvious.

She undid my belt, unzipped the fly and eased my trousers down. One of my hands caressed her taut bum while the other flicked a nipple. I had been wanting this woman for months. It looked as though I would only have to wait a few more seconds.

Take your sweatshirt off, Hans. Off it came. She bent at her knees, pulling my trousers and underpants down then head forward and gobbled my rampant dong.

While she covered my member with saliva, I sighed heavily with pleasure.

Nice? she asked. I nodded. Well, my pussy is so much nicer. She tipped herself back so her arse was now sitting on the lawn. She squealed when the cold dew on the lawn wetted her hot body. Her legs straightened in front of her and she parted them enough to give me access to my target.

I slipped straight in. I was obviously not the only bloke who had fucked Tracy this evening. Sloppy seconds. It didn’t put me off at all. It just made her nice and slippery. What mattered were the spasms of the muscles when I made her nearly cum.

I pounded my cock into her while Tracy’s tongue did things in my mouth that I had only imagined in my most erotic dreams. The pants, groans and mewling from her reached a crescendo then quickly went silent. I knew from her nights in Roger’s back bedroom that Tracy wasn’t a screamer but her body’s reaction to her orgasm was In contrast to her squeak of the big ‘O’ arriving. Every muscle tensed then simultaneously relaxed. Twenty seconds later, she rolled me over. Now she was on top and the cold dew on my back was made bearable by the sight of the twenty two year old who was riding me.

As my cock was driven in and out of her, her firm little titties bounced up and