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- Herausgeber: tredition
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Serie: Dirty Marlene
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Dear readers, thank you for purchasing my book. My name is Jupiter Hill. With this series of books I would like to share my lust, fantasy and sexuality with you. This book is an erotic short novel. To make reading easier, I write in a fictional ego form. The book focuses on two people. Mirko (written from my point of view) and Marlene. We'll meet at the university. Also on horizontal level. Your Jupiter Hill
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Dirty Marlene Episode 3
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Dear readers,
thank you for purchasing my book.
My name is Jupiter Hill. With this series of books I would like to share my lust, fantasy and sexuality with you.
This book is an erotic short novel. To make reading easier, I write in a fictional ego form.
The book focuses on two people. Mirko (written from my point of view) and Marlene. We'll meet at the university. Also on horizontal level.
Your Jupiter Hill
Dirty Marlene 3
The garden was unspectacular, but pretty. Near the garage stood a pergola, as it had been modern in the 90s, wooden construction and glass, which now served as a storage for all kinds of junk in summer. From the times of the previous owners, as Ute explained, there was a swing near the terrace. The previous owners would have had children, but she would also have used the swing herself for "one or the other". I was curious when she would explain it to me in more detail.
At the doghouse we stopped and Ute knelt down. John was a Danish Great Dane, a big, strong animal. Now, however, he just whimpered a little, enjoyed the attention and lay motionless in his dwelling. Ute cuddled him, rubbed his sack and whispered, "You will get well again, my pretty one. I'll take care of you." The dog lifted his head and sniffed her freshly fucked cunt. Ute held it closer to his snout and he barked briefly. His mistress was fine, he could smell it.
We planned the supply for the evening. After all, there were a few people in the house, barbecue material had to be obtained, charcoal, drinks - the calories, liquid quantities and proteins had to be replaced, all of which would be lost in the course of the evening. Ute suggested that Marlene and I should take her Vectra for the groceries while she wanted to clean up the house a little bit.
Marlene knew where to find the shops from the time she had lived in M. herself. While we were planning the details (Viktor had an aversion to wheat beer, he wanted Pils etc.) Utes phone rang. She took the call and sounded pleasantly surprised. "Yes, hi. Yes, I had placed the ad. Hm. I'm glad you liked that. Yeah, I'm already in the picture, flatterer. Look, I got an idea. If you'd like, we can meet tonight. I've got a party at the house. Yeah, that's all right. We'll have a barbecue with some people, I'm sure it'll be very relaxed and in your interest. - If you like, bring him with you. Shall we say 6:00?"
She gave her address and hung up. "We get support," she announced with a satisfied smile. "I placed a personals ad a few days ago, and a guy called me back. He's also bringing a friend. Maybe it's them. If not, we'll send them home after the barbecue." She looked at Marlene beaming. "That's what I call a surplus, baby." Marlene slapped her ass. "Little caterpillar hungry, I'm just saying."
Marlene borrowed a jeans, T-shirt and sneakers from Ute because she was slowly over her business costume. As she changed and I watched, I called Juliane to ask how she was doing; I was much more worried than I actually wanted. But she was doing well, she assured me, for God's sake, I shouldn't think about it.
I was calmer than that. She told me that she had run away from the boring lecture and was going for a little stroll. "Kind of like Nadine and Giuliana, you know." "I'm looking forward to seeing you free yourself from your packaging - or let yourself be free." For a moment I had the idea to bring Juliane to the party, but Ute's anticipation for a mighty surplus of men spoke clearly against it. I explained this to Juliane, and she said that today she had planned to recover anyway and "stretch her legs instead of spreading them".
I kissed her on the phone and said she could call if she changed her mind. I wouldn't drink much and could come to her day and night. Then we said goodbye after I greeted Juliane from Marlene and vice versa - Ute unknownly. I decided to call Denise later. The T-shirt, which Marlene had borrowed and now put on, bore the imprint "Wish These were Brains" across the bells.
Ute pressed her nipples through the cotton fabric. "Marie Curie really couldn't take on you like that, sis." She gave Marlene the car key, I quickly got the "License to Ill" from the Manta from the Beastie Boys - a real sweetheart, albeit a little inappropriate for the Vectra, more for the Manta, but actually only for Cadillacs - and we went shopping. I started the fifth song. Marlene whistled the melody through her teeth on "Slow ride".
M. has a small pedestrian area, with the usual unimaginative fountain and a few seats for tired shoppers. Of course Marlene knew everyone in M. - or at least vice versa. After all, she had lived there before and was still in town from time to time to visit Viktor or Ute. So she was approached again and again by someone while we did the shopping, stopped and chatted for a few minutes. I took one of those opportunities to call Denise and see if she was all right.
She said she would look after Güzel's children again that night because she had met a guy at her Wing Tsun course who she found exciting. "You know how it is: Oh, he's such a sweet, blah blah, and all she wants is another father for the next child. It's the same with my sister every time. She's so stupid, she never learns."
Denise was a pretty explosive woman. I suggested to her to introduce myself to her sister, then she would have got rid of her worries. She giggled and said that domestic wars over men's prerogatives had a long tradition in her family. We arranged to meet the next day, I wanted to pick her up at home. The moment we had finished our conversation, Marlene said goodbye to the friend she had met. So we strolled along the pedestrian zone, brought a few bags to the car over and over again and ticked off the list. Finally we got the juice, water and beer crates from the beverage market.
Marlene started the car. "I wanted to get a special present for our lovely hostess. We'll have to head for the station." I knew her too well not to know what kind of souvenirs she was thinking of. And in fact, she parked the Vectra across the street from a sex shop. "Are you coming in?" "I'm not going to miss the pleasure of going to a specialist matrimonial hygiene store with you, gorgeous."
Marlene frowned slightly. "All you men ever think of is marriage. And we women just want to fuck without any ulterior motives - or just jerk off. "Marriage hygiene" - no way." As usual, some nice, inconspicuous young women served in the shop, probably students. They looked at Marlene with relief when she came in. Finally someone worth shopping at this store seemed to think of them.
I smiled at them behind the cash register and we went to the shelves with the helpers for the lady. The choice wasn't extravagant, it was what to expect: Vibrators and dildos in different colors and sizes, from smaller anal vibrators to huge black blows that were more reminiscent of medical equipment for horses.
"Ute already has a lot to choose from. Especially with dildos she is quite well stocked." She again had the special emphasis in "covered". "Richard brings something for her
