Anna Ch. 16

Chapter 16: The Lost Couple

I made it through the rest of the seminar in a funk, trying to block out the humiliation I suffered the night before. But the soreness of my rectum was a rude reminder.

When I returned home, I called the doctor's office and made an appointment to get my itchy snatch checked out.

Turns out I had candidal vulvovaginitis, a yeast infection. The doctor said it was normally not a sexually transmittable condition, but it was more common in women who were sexually active. I surely checked that box. I got a prescription for some kind of cream to put on my cunt and was told it should clear up in three to seven days.

I breathed a sigh of relief that it was nothing more serious. That fucking escort slut was correct. I guess she knows a thing or two about pussies.

When I told David, he was hugely relieved as well.

In the days following the trip, I had no desire for sex. Our contact with Olivia was becoming less frequent, allowing me a reprieve. I could tell David was on the same wavelength and he seemed perfectly fine with our period of abstinence. Neither one of us spoke of it.

My yeast infection had cleared up and my cunt was back to normal. But I was still spooked by the scare that I had contracted some serious shit.

Where the hell was all this going? What kind of life was I leading with all this illicit sex? I had come to the realization that having sex with all these women was a way for me to either deal with my jealousy of them or punish them for being what I perceived as being below me.

A couple weeks later, it was a Saturday morning and David and I were sitting on our usual spots on the sofa, me in my sweats without any underwear and he wearing his workout clothes. Eventually we got up and went to the gym. I hadn't seen the two bitches from the night club in there for a while and luckily they weren't in there today. Hopefully they changed clubs or something.

After the workout I told David I wanted to go for a walk. I needed to be alone for a little while and think. He could tell I was down about something, and he was totally okay with it.

I headed out not really knowing where I was going to go. It was a beautiful spring day and I decided to just wander around and see where I would end up.

The streets were swelling with life, as nice sunny days tended to bring people out. I was wearing my tan leather jacket, but the temperature was almost warm enough where you didn't one.

I strolled up and down Avenyn just taking in the sights and sounds of the outdoor cafes and shops with their doors open. There was a positive buzz in the air and it began to lift my spirits. All the people I passed seemed to be happy and content, and devoid of angst or jealousy. Maybe this is how people should live? Just go with the flow, no judgments nor ego.

I breathed in the fresh air and walked.

I turned down Drottningsgatan and passed by a large outdoor café and thought it would have been nice to sit and sip a coffee while I people-watched, but there weren't any tables. Oh well, I continued my journey.

As I headed towards Linneagatan, I noticed a young couple in front of me checking their phones then looking around as if searching for something. They looked like lost tourists trying to get their bearings with a navigation app.

They must have been eighteen, nineteen years old tops. The boy had long curly brown long hair and plastic-framed glasses. His striped while T-shirt made him look young. His girlfriend was wearing a tight white mini-skirt with her red thong visible underneath. She had a long face, prominent nose, and straight blonde hair. They looked German.

The boy had a distressed look on his face as he repeatedly looked at the app then looked up trying to find the name of a street or something. His girlfriend stood helplessly next to him occasionally looking over his shoulder at the app. They seemed like two young lovers who went on a weekend trip together, away from their parents, so they could explore sex for the first in a hotel room. The girl just had that look like she had been fucked for the first time. Don't ask me how I know, she just had that day-after look. I'm sure she didn't dress like that in front of her parents.

The boy kept pushing a lock of his hair back from his face as he looked at his phone then looked around with confused look on his face.

That's right little boy, you are panicking because you feel responsible for bringing your little girlfriend to a strange city to do naughty stuff and now you got yourselves lost.

They mumbled something to each other, then pressed on. I followed.

The girl was really put together, long shapely legs and a nice butt. I watched the ghost image of her red thong underneath her skirt as they walked.

They stopped again and looked at the phone.

I approached them and asked, "Hi, you seem like you're lost, can I help you find something?"

They both looked up at me confused.

I continued this time in English, "I'm sorry, you don't speak Swedish, where are you from?"

The boy looked at me then answered in English, "Germany."

"Oh, I see, I don't speak German, is English okay?"

"Absolutely," he replied with a little smile.

"What are you trying to find? I'm from here so maybe I could help?"

"We are looking for the Saluhallen, the sales market," he replied.

"Oh yes, it's just up ahead. Keep going the direction you are going. Once you cross the main road you go a little left then you will see it," I replied.

"Ah, okay. Perfect!" he answered. "Thank you very much."

"Yes, thank you very much," his girlfriend repeated in German-accented English.

She had blue eyes and a sun-tanned face. Up close she had a bit of a horse face with that long nose, but she was still cute in a German kind of way.

I imagined what it must have been like for her to put his cock into her mouth for the first time.

"You're quite welcome," I replied.

As they turned to continue walking up the street I said, "I am going that way too, I can walk with you if you want."

The boy looked at the girl then said, "Sure, that would be great."

"Let's go," I said then we walked towards Saluhallen.

We chatted along the way, and I discovered that yes indeed, they were here for a weekend getaway. They didn't say to escape their home life to have some privacy so they could fuck like rabbits, but I could fill in the blanks.

Saluhallen is a bustling hall where local vendors sell an assortment of cheeses, meats, olives, fresh bread, and teas and coffees. It has the flavor of an old-world market and is a popular tourist destination.

When we got to the entrance I said, "You know, there are some things in here that I would like get, mind if I join you inside? I could even show you some of the most popular stands in here."

They both shrugged then the boy replied, "Sure, why not."

The place was packed, which is not surprising on a Saturday. We walked around and I pointed out some of the more popular vendors. I always liked the smells of the exotic meats and cheeses blending with the aromatic coffees and teas in here. It always made me happy.

They bought some pastries, handmade candy, and some other stuff. I bought some tea. When it looked like they were done I suggested we go for a coffee. They agreed.

His name was Julian and his girlfriend's name was Katja. They were shy but very sweet. We found an open spot at the café across the street where they have rows of tiered wooden benches facing the street so you could people watch while you enjoyed a coffee.

They told me they were high school students in their last year and have been dating for about six months. This was their first time in Sweden, and they had taken the ferry from Kiel to Gothenburg for a little adventure. We chatted, sipped our coffees and watched the people walk by.

Then I saw her. It was Olivia. Fuck.

She was walking down the crowded street with a guy next to her. They were laughing and joking and holding hands.

The guy was about her age and was fashionably dressed in a light blue button-down shirt and dark, expensive-looking blue jeans. A sweater was wrapped around his shoulder. The prototype successful yuppie.

So that is why you dropped off the face of the earth.

Olivia and her man were so engaged in conversation, I knew they wouldn't see us. Thank God.

That fucking bitch. Ditched us for someone more in her league. So, I guess we were just playthings to her. Cunt...

I tried to hide my sudden change of emotion from Julian and Katja, but they didn't seem to notice. They continued to stare at the parade of people walking by with that expressionless German stoicism.

I was sitting next to Katja and started to run my index finger up and down her thigh under the round table in front of us. I was sure no one could see us. She put her hand over mine and played with my fingers. I moved my hand up her thigh until it was under the hem of her skirt. She grabbed it then pushed it to the inside of her thigh and opened her legs a little. I could feel the fabric of her thong.

Julian was fixated on the people walking by and so was everybody else. Watching the parade of humanity march by had a kind of hypnotic effect, especially on one of the first warm days of the year. That, and the angle at which we were sitting in relation to the other tables enabled total stealth.

I poked my finger under the fabric of her thong and found the flesh of her snatch. She was totally shaved. I looked around to make sure no one had noticed us yet, then sunk my finger into her cunt. She was loose as a goose.

Damn Julian, what have you been doing to this poor girl.

She took a sip of coffee to mask her gasp.

I slowly removed my finger from her cunt and sat back in my chair. We tried not to look at each other as not give anything away. Then, I asked; "So where are you two staying, what hotel?"

Julian broke from his trance of staring at the people in the street, then answered, "The Scandic Hotel on Avenyn."

I nodded my head, then said nonchalantly, "Let's go back to you your hotel room, I want to fuck you and your girlfriend."

Julian looked at me mortified.

"No really, I want to. Have you ever had Swedish cunt?"

He emitted the weirdest laugh I ever heard then looked over at Katja. She nodded her head.

We paid the bill and left.

Julian had the biggest cock I have ever seen in my life. When he pulled down his boxers, it was like a python snake had been set loose. That explains why when I was fingering Katja under the table, it felt as if I could have put my whole hand up inside of her.

"Oh my fucking god," I exclaimed as I knelt down in front of him and took his huge piece of uncircumcised meat into my hands and pulled back his foreskin. His testicles dangled behind it like Christmas decorations. I raised my bent arm and lay his cock along the inside of my forearm. It extended from my elbow to my wrist.

I turned to Katja, who was sitting nude on the bed, and asked, "You mean, you put this thing inside of you?"

"Yes, it took some time to get used to it, though," she replied with a slight laugh.

"Unbelievable," I said while pumping it with both hands. "I have got to suck this thing, do you mind?"

"Please, be my guest," he replied with a sneering smile, then started to make a kind of devious laugh that sounded like he was about to indulge in something naughty and extraordinary, like getting his dick sucked by a strange Swedish girl he just met on the street.

I was able to take about a third of his length down my throat before the gag reflex kicked in.

Katja sat on the bed and watched us devoid of emotion as if she were sitting in a school lecture watching her instructor demonstrate how to solve a math problem.

I sucked that huge fucking piece of meat and finally got him to come with a combination of two-hand stroking and suck work. I took everything I had to get him off.

His come tasted fresh and clean; it contained the flavor of his youth and innocence.

Then I went over and ate Katja's pussy.

Likewise, Katja's pussy had very little scent and the taste of her flowering musk was light and sweet. Not even Nelly's pussy tasted this clean. I was sure that over time the blossom of her youth faded, she would acquire that fishy sourness that we all do.

Her body was similar to Nelly's but slightly more athletic. She had the slim but muscular legs and tight abdomen of a runner. Her tits were smallish but more full and perkier than Nelly's.

I filmed Julian fucking her.

When they were done, she lay down close the edge of the bed and Julian pulled her legs up by the ankles and eased by big sausage into her bald pussy. She responded with only a soft moan, her insides having since adapted to his girth over time. I could imagine how painful it was their first time.

Their fucking was graceless and awkward, neither one of them in tune with the other's feelings. I suppose everyone's sex was like this when they first started out. There was something oddly endearing and sweet about it. Perhaps because it reminded me of my early days of sexual exploration.

I moved my mobile phone around to capture them from different angles. They seemed oblivious to the fact that they were being filmed. Perhaps they were too naïve to realize how sleazy it was, or too overwhelmed by the situation to do anything about it. It reminded me of the first few times with Olivia, how she had full psychological control over me and David.

Now I was owning this young couple. It felt incredible. It was a therapy I needed to cleanse the memory of the indignity I suffered at the hands of that escort. It took days for my asshole to heal. I was still having a hard time convincing myself that I had brought it upon myself. But for now, I was having some fun with these two German teens.

I put my phone down and sat on Katja's face. She immediately started to eat my pussy. I had no idea if she ever ate pussy before, I doubted it, but she was actually pretty good. It didn't take me long to come.

Then we switched places. I lay on the bed while Julian eased his big monster cock into me. It hurt like fucking hell, but we got it inside. Katja sat on my face and I lapped away at her delicious young pussy. After a while I couldn't help myself and slipped a finger into her ass. She offered no reaction.

Julian's cock was killing me, I couldn't take it anymore. I told him to stop then eased Katja off my face.

We lay on the bed for a while catching our breath. No one said a word. I reached over and grabbed Julian's dick. It didn't seem to ever get fully hard, like there was not enough blood in his slender body to fill it completely. It was spongy, like it was made of rubber, but it could still do some damage.

I lifted it up and let it drop. It made a smacking sound as it flopped backwards onto his stomach.

"Damn, this thing's fucking heavy," I said.

That devious laugh was his only response.

I lifted it up and dropped it a few more times. Katja just lay there and watched, like she was studying an animal at a zoo.

I gave it a few licks. The foreskin was pulled back and I kissed the head.

Then I had Katja suck it.

She couldn't take any more of him than I could. Although she had more capacity to give in the pussy department, it was reassuring to know we were about equal when it came to our throats.

She closed her eyes while she sucked. Like her fucking, her oral skills were raw undefined. I thought about coaching her, but this was her monster to tame. Handling gigantic cocks was a specialized skill, something I was not an expert in.

After a few minutes of sucking his monstrosity, she sat back to catch her breath. She uttered something in German, which sounded like a swear word, then lay back on the bed, exhausted.

I ran my hands over her beautiful tight body, taking her in. She was nineteen, only seven years younger than me, but I could feel the distinct hardness of her youth. It made me wonder if my body felt like this when I was her age.

She turned over and I massaged her back, working my hands up and down her long slender muscles, feeling the bony structure of her ribs underneath, her shoulder blades, the bumps of her spine.

Then I caressed her round little butt and looked up at Julian. He took his half-deflated cock into his hands and massaged it.

I swooped my fingers gently into the sweaty crack of her ass then looked again at Julian. He was watching my hand like he was watching a column of ants crawling up a hill. I licked my fingers. They tasted salty.

I placed my hands on both sides of her waist and pulled her up slightly. She responded by lifting her ass into the air. I caught the scent of her cunt.

Julian's cock was hardening as he continued to stroke it while getting up into a kneeling position. I leaned over and licked Katja's asshole. My cunt started to twitch.

Julian and I knelt behind her for a moment staring at her pink asshole. I glanced at him as if posing a question. His face showed indecisiveness.

"Do you want to?" I whispered.

"We need something," he replied. The th sound coming out like an s.

"Get some shower gel from the bathroom," I replied.

He got up from the bed, his massive cock swinging like an elephant trunk. I couldn't believe such a skinny guy was endowed with such a huge organ. The thing was so huge it looked fake.

When he returned, he handed me a plastic container of shower gel.

"You do it," I said.

He rubbed her asshole liberally with a clear-blue gel from the bottle. It smelled nice.

I fingered her asshole, first with my index finger, then with my index and middle finger together. She was going to have to open up open wider than this, but it was a start. When I felt her rectum relax, I looked up at Julian.

He nodded, then eased his cock towards her gaping hole.

She whimpered as he pushed the head of his cock inside. Her flat belly convulsed, she started to cough.

"You can do it, sweetheart," I whispered to her softly.

After some struggle, he had it in about halfway the length of his shaft. That was probably the enough, any more and he'd be in her stomach.

She endured the excruciating nightmare until the bitter end. He grunted hard when he came. The whole thing lasted for about five minutes.

When it was over, she lay face down on the bed crying.

I darted into the bathroom and locked the door.

The thing that bothered me most was how much I enjoyed watching her get damaged by him. How I had instigated it, led them into it, and how easy it was.

What the fuck was I turning into?

I stared hard at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized the face that looked back at me. My eyes were dark and hard, my hair tussled wildly around my face. I looked like a fucking witch. Aged, deteriorated, it had become animal, and not a nice animal.

It hit me like a load of bricks, the past couple years I had been consumed by anger and jealousy, always comparing myself to others, wanting what I didn't have. Fortifying my fragile ego by using sex as a weapon, I always knew that I wasn't attracted to women the same way a lesbian was, I had been performing a bizarre kind of rape. They fell one by one, Nelly, Elin, the bimbos from the nightclub, now her.

Even Olivia. I couldn't even think of her the same way. Her intrigue and sexuality mocked me, I was sucked in, she dominated David and I, she preyed upon my weakness. Fuck her. Fuck everyone.

I splashed my face in cold water then re-joined them.

Katja was still face down on the bed and Julian was comforting her by gently running his hand over her back. His hand travelled down over her buttocks and she quickly swatted it away.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she snapped.