The Performance
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A kiss woke me up and I looked around in the slightly confused state of
half-sleep.

It wasn't Linda who had kissed me.

But I was in her bed.

And my morning-hard dick was buried in a tight pussy.

It wasn't Linda's.

I vaguely remembered: It was Meg's.

But she was still asleep.

SHE hadn't kissed me.

Then I realised it.

Nina had.

Meg's mum.

Ah.

"Sorry to wake you up," she said. "I'd had loved to do it in a
different way." She winked. "But Oscar and I have to go to Aunt Fanny's
funeral." And no, it wasn't a joke. Her aunt's first name WAS Fanny. "I
just wanted to remind you about Linda's performance this afternoon."

"Oh yes, Linda," I said. "Performance. This afternoon. Yes."

"Whassup?" Meg said when she opened a bleary eye and kissed me. "Oh hi
Mum."

"I just wanted to remind you about Linda's performance at the Bull's
Eye this afternoon." She stroked Meg's hair. "Dad and I are going to
Aunt Fanny's funeral." She looked at us. "Good I was the first to get
up here -- I'm not so sure Dad would appreciate the door wide open and
you two together." 'Up here' was the fourth floor, where the children's
rooms were.

Meg jerked upright. "Sorry Mum. We just fell asleep. I wasn't aware
that the door was wide open."

"No harm done, Honey." Nina kissed her daughter. "Try to be a bit more
circumspect the next time." She looked around. "And where IS Linda, by
the way?"

"Oh," I said. "She bunks at Jakob's place. It got a bit late and nobody
could give her a lift."

"Oh, OK." She patted Meg's head and then mine. "We're off to the
funeral."

"Bye Mum."

"Bye Nina. Take care."

"Bye!" Nina closed the door behind her and Meg took the opportunity to
stretch in a way that almost made me come.

She looked really sexy with her sleepy half-smile, her smooth, soft,
dark skin and her puffy areolas with diamond-hard nipples. She pushed
her plaits back and began to make love to me in honest.

"Gosh," she said. "I can't get over that we have been together the
whole night. Literally. Joined at the hip." She smiled.

"Yeah," I said and tried to hump her back. "And you've slept like an
angel on top of me. I've never tried that before." I caressed her back
and kneaded her bum, letting a finger touch her anus. "I could get used
to sleeping like that."

Meg yawned while she kept up her languid movements on my dick. "I slept
surprisingly well too. I've never felt more safe and secure ... and
content in my life. Normally I feel like a balloon drifting in the
wind, but you gave me the tether and held me steady against the
hurricanes of my dreams." She bent down and kissed me tenderly. "And I
love you, Big Sister's Boyfriend. Just so you know."

I held her face close and kissed her back. "And I love you, Girlfriend,
Sister of my Girlfriend." I could feel the pre-orgasmic tension build
in both of us. "And I love making love to your tight, sexy, wet,
underage pussy."

"And I love your big dick filling me to the brim, touching all the
right places inside my hot pussy."

Then we came. As one. It was not an explosive orgasm, but rather a
love-filled release of tension, where I kept pumping my thick sperm
into her ready pussy in drawn-out squirts. When we had finished
cumming, Meg slumped on top on me and we just lay there, basking in the
aftermath of sweet lovemaking.

After a while, Meg propped herself up on one elbow and put her index
finger under my chin. "I need a shower, Loverboy. And I'd like you to
come with me."

"I'd love to, My Black Beauty."

Meg slowly lifted herself off of me and a thick stream sperm ran down
her leg as she did. "You certainly fill me good," she said with a wry
smile. "I love the feeling of your big dick pumping sperm into my
pussy. It's just so ... right!"

"And I love filling you, Lovely Lady."

We went into the shower and managed to get clean without getting into
further 'trouble'. We went downstairs and had our breakfast (more like
brunch) before dressing. I wore a pair of track bottoms made of thin
and supple cotton that did nothing really to hide the contents and a
tight-fitting tank-top that showed off my muscles. Meg chose a short,
patterned skirt and a semi-transparent top, the latter hiding even less
than my track bottoms did. She sure looked sexy ... and nobody would
think she was only ten.

We walked hand in hand to the Bull's Eye, a shopping centre in town.
The name stemmed from its form with four concentric buildings around a
cylindrical building at the centre. The four buildings were connected
with 'spokes' and the cylindrical building in the centre was an
entertainment facility with cinemas, a fitness centre and a
multi-purpose theatre.

We walked slowly around the centre, looking at shops and commenting on
whatever took our fancy.

"What do you think about this?" Meg asked, looking at a dress in one of
the fashion shops.

"I think that has been in and out of fashion at least three times in
the last century," I said with a smile.

"Yeah," Megan laughed. "It's strange that people keep falling for
stupid fashion stuff like that. I think that people wearing fashion
clothes, just because it is fashion, is like sheep being led. I mean,
who in their right mind would like to be told what to wear?"

"I totally agree," I said and bent down to get a wayward price tag out
of one of my flip-flops. "I couldn't care less about fashion. I wear
whatever I fancy."

"You're not vain. But still, I like the way you dress."

"Thanks," I said. "You're a good dresser too." I ran a hand up under
her skirt and felt her bare bum. "And I do like your exquisite choice
of underwear ... or rather lack of same."

She laughed. "I feel so wickedly wicked when I know everyone can see my
bare pussy if I bend down." She bent over as if she was doing something
to her sandals, giving me (and the rest of the people around) a choice
view of her most intimate body part. I could just see the slightest
inkling of her pink innards.

I started to get hard, which is not the best idea when you are wearing
track bottoms and no underwear. They tented.

"You are one hard guy," Meg said when she stood again, grinning from
ear to ear. She unashamedly grabbed my dick through the fabric. "We'd
better get that down." She let go of it and directed me to the toilets.
"Get in there," she ordered, holding the door to the disabled toilet
open. "We'll have to deal with your disability." She swatted my hard-on
lightly. Well inside and the door locked, Meg pulled my track bottoms
down and drew a heavy breath. "I still feel almost overwhelmed every
time I see this," she said and ran her fingers along my erection. She
turned around and bent over the toilet. "Enter the Dragon," she said
and I complied readily.

I kept thrusting, despite being startled by some people testing the
door.

Meg looked back at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come, Big
Dragon. Spew your hot fire inside me and I'll douse it with my sea of
love."

It felt quite mad and intensely exciting making love in a public place.
I know the door was locked and that it was really no worse than doing
it at home, but all the same, it added some extra spark to the
experience. And Meg obviously felt the same for she was really into it
now. She huffed and puffed and moaned and groaned and pushed back at my
pounding dick.

Suddenly she let out at plaintive shriek and shuddered in an orgasm and
I realised that she felt even tighter than before and that I slapped
against her bum. It took a few milliseconds before I realised that I
had passed her cervix and entered her womb. That was just too intense
for me and I couldn't hold back. The floodgates opened and I sent my
hot fire directly into her pre-teen womb where her sea of love couldn't
quench it.

We were both breathing like long-distance runners after a race, hearts
pounding in our chests, threatening to give in at any moment. Minute by
slow minute the heartbeat slowed down and after a good five minutes, we
were able to move again.

"Wow!" we said as one.

"That was way intense," I said.

"Yeah that was right cool." Meg turned around and gave me a hug and a
kiss that said more than a million words. She smiled brightly. "And
we'd probably better get out of here soon, I can just imagine the line
of wheelchairs outside with people writhing because of full bladders."

It wasn't so, though. When eventually we got out, nobody was outside,
which was a bit of a disappointment, although I would have felt bad if
some disabled person had wet him- or herself due to our escapades. But
luckily it didn't seem to be the case.

We continued our leisurely stroll around the centre, slowly nearing the
entertainment cylinder as we went. I had to forcibly stop myself from
thinking of what we did in the toilet as I would otherwise have
wandered about with a raging erection, which could be a bit of an
embarrassment. We met one of my friends and he just couldn't keep his
eyes from Megan. I don't think he looked at me a tenth of the time we
talked despite talking mostly to me. But honestly, she was an
extraordinary stunner. What she lacked in breast size she had in every
other aspect of the female anatomy, I think. It probably helped that
I'm not a breast fetishist. Small breasts DO look fabulous on small
girls ... and most bigger girls too, in fact.

I looked at the big clock in front of us. "We'd better get ourselves to
the theatre, the performance is in fifteen minutes."

Meg looked surprised. "Gosh, you're right. Time flies when you're in
good company." She kissed my cheek.

We went to the theatre and got into our seats in good time before the
show. I bought a programme and Meg bought a bag of sweets we could
share. The bell rang to announce the start of the performance and after
another three bells, the doors closed and the lights were lowered.

Soundlessly, the curtain rose and the dancers were in positions, ready
to go. Linda was surrounded by the boys, all dressed in black and
white. She wore a black dress with white trimming and the boys black
tops and something that looked like a white ribbon around their lower
parts instead of trousers or shorts. They started an enticing dance to
some easy flowing modern music that slowly changed into music with a
more pronounced beat and halfway through the performance the percussion
became dominant until it eventually took over completely with African
inspired rhythms. The dancers dropped their black clothes and were
dressed only in a single ribbon. It went around their hips, around
their crotch, just hiding their privates, continued up their bellies
and around the shoulders for the boys and around the breasts for Linda.
The fabric was very thin and outlined every feature as much as covering
them. Linda's labia were prominently outlined and the boys' dicks as
much. And Matthias's dick wasn't big. It wasn't huge. It was enormous.
Gigantic. No wonder Linda felt she was filled when he had stuffed her
bum with his dick. The ribbon was wide enough only to cover less than
half her breasts, so basically her nipples and aureoles were covered
while the rest of her beautiful and full breasts were on display.

The last half of the performance was a square drama with the three boys
each proposing to get Linda's affection in different ways. Jakob was
the timid but sweet guy who would do anything for Linda, even help her
towards one of the other two, if he felt she wanted that. Mikka was the
smart guy, who tried to convince Linda that what he might not have in
other assets, he had in brains. Matthias was the vane bully that knew
he was so good looking that no girl could resist his charms. This pas
de quattre continued for a long time with Linda showing little interest
in any of the three, which obviously made them more interested. Just
before the end, a young girl danced onto the scene and went past Linda.
She blew her a kiss and Linda lit up. Without further ado, Linda and
the girl danced together, leaving the boys to themselves. Just before
the final curtain, the girls kissed and walked off the scene hand in
hand like lovers and the boys were hanging their heads low.

It was a remarkable performance and nobody that saw them could believe
they were amateurs. They got a standing ovation and were called out
five times before somebody turned up the lights to indicate we should
get ourselves out. People were talking among themselves and the
fragments I heard were all praising the dancers for their performance.
A splendid job, indeed.

Meg and I found our way to the changing rooms and was met with a
chaotic vision of the people undressing for a much needed shower after
the performance. Linda sat naked on the edge of a couch with spread
legs and Mikka and Jakob were discussing who should do her the honour
of being the first to fuck her after the performance. Linda grinned as
she saw us and called, "Hey Meg, if you can get one of these horny
beasts off of me, I can give the other what he wants."

"OK, Sis," Meg said and instead of trying to pull one of the two away,
she quickly dropped her few pieces of clothing and sat next to Linda
with her own legs spread. Mikka just stared at her naked pussy and
didn't move, which Jakob quickly took advantage of. He pointed his
erection at Meg's wet pussy and entered her without further delay.
Mikka just shook his head and entered Linda instead.

"Scheisse," Matthias said. "That leaves me all blue-balled." He seemed
to talk mostly to himself in his thick, German accent. "Pia didn't need
a shower and has left the theatre already." He turned his head as if he
had just realised I was there. He looked me up and down and couldn't
help but see my rather prominent erection. "Ja gut," he said.
"Vielleicht er ist ..."

I couldn't help staring at his oversize erection. It was literally as
long as my underarm and almost as thick. He tentatively made a move
towards me and I didn't shirk, which he apparently took as a yes for
without further ado, he pulled my track bottoms down and let my
erection out.

"What a beautiful rooster you have got," he said.

I couldn't help myself and had to laugh. "Cock, you mean."

"Wie viel? Oh Yes, cock. Ja, das ist war." He went down on his knees
and before I knew what was going on, he had swallowed my hard-on to the
root. He made purring sounds of approval and went up and down it in a
way I had never experienced before. Looking at the other people having
sex and being blown at the same time was more than my over-sensitive
brain could take and I shot my load into his mouth much too soon.

I had to admit to myself that Matthias's blow-job was the best I had
ever had. And I had had a few. But I wasn't finished. Not by a long
shot (and this had been a short one, if you get my pun). I was horny
and determined to take advantage of what was on display, so I turned
Matthias round and posed him over the make-up table, bum sticking out.
I found a tube of hand cream on the table and spread some on his brown
sphincter and some on my erection. I grabbed my hard-on, directed it to
his well-greased anus and slowly pressed it in.

"Mein Gott," Matthias exclaimed when I entered him fully. My first time
with a boy. And if I deciphered his signals, his first too. At least on
the receiving end.

I couldn't reach around and masturbate him while buggering him, but I
needed not worry as he had it well in hand himself. The tension in the
room went up and up and when it seemed near the level of nuclear
fission, it exploded. Linda came with an ear-splitting scream. Meg came
with a muffled whimper. Jakob was spluttering in Danish while he
pressed hard against Linda, obviously filling her with his sperm as
best he could. I think Mikka sang when he came. I'm not quite sure, but
it sounded like he at least tried, being stopped only by his lack of
singing abilities. Matthias kept repeating "Mein Gott!" as he hosed the
floor. It was almost unbelievable, but his dick actually touched the
floor and he hardly bent his knees. I didn't say anything apart from
some guttural grunts while I again and again slammed hard against his
tight bum, unloading my molten lava inside him.

After we stopped squirting, the girls laughed and started to make out.
Before long they did it in earnest and when Meg turned around, they
managed to 69, much to the delight of four horny spectators. We were
all hard again and were masturbating freely, looking at one of the most
lovely sights in the world: Two beautiful sisters eating each other out
with such love and tenderness.

Despite making love to Meg in the toilet and emptying myself inside
Matthias, I couldn't hold back any longer. With an animalistic grunt, I
shot across the two girls. The other boys came too, as if my orgasm was
the trigger they had waited for and shot their hot sperm on the girls
like so many hoses of goo. The girls, in turn, shook and shuddered, and
no-one was in any doubt about their orgasms.

What an intense experience.

When we were finished, a shower was much needed as we were sweaty and
covered in sperm. We played around a great deal in the shower, but
nothing really happened. We dried ourselves leisurely and chatted
easily. Luckily, nobody was jealous or embarrassed, which made
everything so much easier. I have been with people that get so
intensely embarrassed after having sex that they can't carry a proper
conversation. Boring. And so unnecessary.

We split up outside the theatre and Linda, Meg and I walked back home,
me with an arm around each of the scantily clad beauties. They were
beautiful and smart and confident and sexy ... and mine. How lucky can
a man be?


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