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Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.PART TWO – October 6, 1992Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather's irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn't normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen, Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead's soft little hand.Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she's an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi's hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed, then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of myself. My grandfather's DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.I don't know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She didn't even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.I'd been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is anybody's guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason popped to mind even though I thought I'd forgotten it years ago “O' zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I'd seen on Briona's face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga's black friend, appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I'd never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken, an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi's firm tits rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!Midnight in the campus park.Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga's large, coppery tits flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn't care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They weren't all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga's harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.Muschi's paper pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi's expression. She didn't make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga's ample cleavage. Oh shit, she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga's beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi's lustful looks.The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark, and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand definitely squeezed another girl's breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi Ho's and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully clothed orgy!But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we'd run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name's not really Helga Boobenschtein.”“Ach du lieber! I'm shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don't look German!”“No, my mother's Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I'd ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I'm not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That's too perfect!”“My grandpa's from Austria, and my grandma from my mother's side is Bavarian.”“Oh my god. What are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It's a good thing I don't believe in fate, or I'd say it was fate.”I laughed, “I don't believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence, and I'll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That's what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”She blushed. “I'm sorry about the girls. They're a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is Barbara. She's a lesbian.”“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I'm not into it, but she just won't give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn't you?”I had no words for how much I'd enjoyed our dance. So I just blushed and smiled.She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic thrill. Then she said, “I've seen you around the labs. What's your major?”“General science.”She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I'm just a freshman. I'm taking a bunch of different classes this year until I figure out what my passion is. But it's definitely in the sciences. I love science. I love science. I'm taking this biology class right now, and we're learning all about the…”As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did something else instead.I kissed her.It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa's mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal crippling uncertainty. I didn't even wait for her to finish her current sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She didn't push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, lustfully as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as much as me.We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making crude comments. But I didn't care. This was my first French kiss, and I had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection, so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.She started shivering, and said, “My legs are freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right. Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz. The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and suppler.She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment, but she didn't. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties, and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks, squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but she didn't make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my hands as she laughed.Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I couldn't believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic, and all the while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, absolutely breathless with passion.We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn't believe we'd been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn't last forever. There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly, we pulled back and just looked into each other's eyes for a while. I found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my life, I could look into a woman's eyes without glancing away nervously after a few seconds. I could look into Annie's baby-blue eyes forever.Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my dorm, liebchen?”“But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot deal. In the light of day she'd notice how crooked my teeth were. She'd notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe, a second date?She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb, giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust. I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm. And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing straight ahead.I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a girl's only dorm. Boys weren't allowed in at any time. But she steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.” She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I'd never noticed before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I guess. Fear of dark places.The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this secret place?We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed. I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and intimate expression. She had a thin baby-blue bra under the blouse, through which I could see the dark circles of her areolas.She reached up and pulled my face down into her coppery cleavage, and I breathed in her powdery perfume and kissed her supple skin, in circling motions, hardly believing this was happening, until I was kissing her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She groaned in pleasure and suddenly pulled the front of her bra down, exposing her moonlit breasts to me. Her areolas were chocolate brown. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, and bit it lightly with my teeth, making her giggle. This was an absolute dream come true, but it was only getting better with each passing second.As I switched to kissing and licking her other breast, she opened her legs, and I shifted so I was kneeling between them. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hard-on into her crotch, and began to grind myself against her, softly at first, but with growing urgency. She ran her fingers through my hair, then began to push my head downward. For a second I thought she wanted me to stop licking her boobs, but she kept pushing me down with one hand, while she pulled up her flouncy skirt with the other. Soon my face was inches away from her lacy blue panties. There was a large wet spot in the center of the blue lace. I saw it only for a second before she pulled my face down into her warm wet crotch. I was overwhelmed by the musky moistness of her. I'd caught a whiff of Briona the night she fucked Troy, but now that I was buried in an actual pussy, I took a deep breath of her animalistic aroma. Good grief, I loved it!I grabbed her suede-soft thighs with both hands and began kissing her pussy through the lacy fabric, licking the tender flesh of her labia on either side, which made her moan with delight. I worked my tongue around the edge of the panties, slowly pulling the edge of it inward, exposing more of her tender flesh. I felt her downy black pubic hairs tingling across my tongue. I pulled at them playfully with my lips. She laughed, then groaned. I teased her for a while, licking the left side, then the right, moving ever inward, but not all the way. She twisted about passionately trying to make me go further, but I playfully delayed, as much to entice her as to prolong the moment for me. This was, without doubt, the greatest night of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached down and pulled her panties all the way open and pulled my face into her warm wet pussy. My nose buried itself in her downy bush, and my tongue slipped between her swollen lips. She tasted incredible.“Oh, liebchen…” she moaned, “that feels so good.”Although this was my first time, I'd listened to Briona's instructions as Troy ate her out, so I had a general idea of what to do. For the next half hour or more I ate Annie's sweet pussy with absolute abandon. I kissed and teased her, and tried to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure. I found I couldn't put my tongue very far into her vagina. There was a thin membrane just an inch inside her pussy lips. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Oh shit, that's her hymen! I recognized it from biology class. For some reason, because of her sexual confidence, I'd assumed Annie wasn't a virgin, exactly the opposite mistake I'd made from judging Briona. I chuckled, realizing that I was a terrible judge of things like that. But it didn't matter. I was touched that Annie trusted me to kiss her this way. I was careful not to lick her too vigorously. I knew from biology class that the hymen could be broken accidentally, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for an unintentional defloration! So I concentrated most of my efforts on her tiny little clitoris. She loved it when I sucked it and swirled it with my tongue.After a while I discovered that her favorite thing was when I rubbed her pussy up and down with my entire face. I'd start with my nose buried between her quivering lips, then slide upward, so my nose and tongue went up her pussy until I could lift the little hood covering her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and flick that sensitive little nub before making my way back down. I went up and down this way, again and again, starting slowly but building up speed. My face was slick with her copious juices, which thrilled me to no end. She whimpered and gasped and groaned, and started saying, “Oh, god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes…” And then, quite suddenly, her entire body tensed up like crazy, and she closed both of her thighs around my head and held me in a vice grip while she bucked and arched and clenched, squealing with an incredibly powerful orgasm. A splash of warm juices surged out of her pussy onto my face, startling me, and delighting me at the same time.Then I began licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy with gusto, swallowing her juices, and slurping her delicious clit. But after a few seconds of this she started banging my forehead with her palm, apparently too overwhelmed to be able to communicate vocally. I took the hint and left her over-stimulated clit alone. Annie's body remained as stiff as a board, and a deep trembling rolled through her thighs for two solid minutes. Finally she relaxed, and her thighs opened, releasing my head from the vice grip. She just lay there for the longest time, panting hard as if she'd just jogged a mile. I took the opportunity to finally take a good long look at her beautiful pussy in the moonlight. Every woman in the world has one, but Annie's was the first I'd seen this closely. I'd seen Briona's but she was so hairy, I really hadn't been able to make out any details. But Annie's pussy only had a little oval tuft of silky black hair on top, and simple curving chocolate brown lips below, topped with a tiny little nub. I knew right then and there that for the rest of my life, Annie's vagina would be the one I'd judge all others by. It was simply too beautiful for words. An absolute work of art, just like every other square inch of her.I kissed her pussy lips gently this time, savoring the similarity of these lips to her other lips. After a while she tugged at my hair. So I crawled up and snuggled her in the leaves, my leg over her legs to keep them warm in the chilly October air. Slowly she came out of the post orgasmic state she'd been in for the last ten minutes. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Hans, I never did that before. That was an orgasm I guess. Wow.”“Yeah, wow!” I said, smiling. We kissed. She backed off and wrinkled her nose in distaste.“Is that what I taste like?”“Delicious.”“If you say so,” she said sardonically.“I do say so. Your pussy, my dear, is ze finest pussy in all ze fatherland. Yah, sweet nectar from Odin…”She kissed me to shut me up. We hugged and kissed sweetly for a long time, shivering against each other, neither of us wanting the night to end.There was a rustling in the bushes. We both tensed and listened intently for more. Was someone else crawling up the tunnel? Fear gripped us, but after a few minutes of deadly silence, I said, “Must have been a branch falling.”“Sorry,” she said, “I get easily spooked.”“I saw a ghost once.” She let this random bit of information sit there in the darkness. A cloud moved over the moon and suddenly we were plunged into pitch darkness. I could only, just barely, make out her sky blue eyes in the inky blackness.“A ghost?”“Yeah.”“There are no such things as ghosts.”She sighed, “Yeah, I know, but I saw one, so, I guess that's stupid, right?”My science brain now switched on, instinctively. “You know, I used to love ghost stories and paranormal stuff. But nobody has ever found scientific evidence that any of that stuff exists, in spite of millions of dollars spent on research, hundreds of independent studies, probably more. In the whole of human history, there's still no conclusive evidence that human consciousness survives death.”“I know. But it hasn't been disproved either.”“You can't prove a negative.”She laughed. “I know, Hans, I know. I told you it's stupid.”“So what's this ghost you saw? Could have been a dream, or a hallucination. They're more common than people think.”“Maybe.” She said. The cloud moved off the moon, and once again I could see her lovely bronze face. I could tell from her expression that she didn't want to tell me more. She'd given me a glimpse of her dark secret, but that was all I was going to get. She could let me lick her pussy, but the ghost story thing was a little too personal. Go figure.Perhaps as a way to change the topic, she rolled over to straddle me. In response my softened cock began to grow again. She looked down at me in the moonlight and said, “You know, Hans, you're quite lovely.”“Handsome, you mean”“Lovely. Handsome men don't wear lederhosen.”I was about to say something funny, but she began to grind herself on my hardening erection. A beautiful, lustful expression came over her sweet face. She inched herself slowly down my body, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my lederhosen. There were a lot of them, and it would have been amusing except I was suddenly aware that she intended to touch my cock. I got lightheaded with amazement and lust. One of the great dreams of my life was about to come true, and I tried to commit the sight of Annie unbuttoning me to memory. My underwear-clad cock began to emerge more and more with each button, rising up to her grinning face, eager to meet her, to shake hands, to say hello. She tickled the tip of it playfully, amused at the way it jumped with each touch.“Little Hans wants out. Should I let him?”“Yes Fraulein. Zat would be lovely.” I tried to be funny and cool, but my voice cracked with tension.She pulled the band of my underwear down, and my cock sprang up in front of her face, looking quite impressive in the moonlight, if I may say so myself. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I stand corrected. Not little Hans. BIG Hans!” I'm glad she'd never seen Troy's cock! Then she touched my cock with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine. She began to bat it with her fist, making it bob about playfully. She'd obviously never seen a penis before, because she was utterly fascinated. She stroked it gently, and rolled my furry balls in her fingertips, giggling at the strange feel of me. I was in absolute heaven by this point. And when she leaned down and kissed the underside of my cock with her beautiful lips, my heart skipped a beat. She kissed it again and again, and the more she kissed it, the harder it got, which I didn't even think was possible. Finally she opened her mouth and the tip slipped between her warm, wet lips. I felt her teeth, her lips, her tongue, but mostly I saw. Really, it was the sight of her mouth, her beautiful, rosy mouth, wrapped around this most intimate part of me, which made my heart do loop-de-loops.She tongued me and kissed me and sucked me in a variety of ways. It was her turn now to experiment, and I loved every minute of it. After a while she unbuttoned my suspenders and pulled the shorts down, without bothering to take my boots off. She spread my thighs open and licked my furry balls, taking them into her mouth, while stroking my turgid shaft with her soft fingers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but I didn't know better. It was perfect as far as I was concerned. I just laid back and let her service me, amazed at how much she got into it. She kept looking up at me with her baby blue eyes as she slobbered all over my cock, which was truly mind-blowing. I'd daydreamed about blowjobs for years, but the reality was so much better. I mean, this was literally one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life, and she was sucking my cock. It was beyond wonderful. It was life altering.After only a few minutes of her wonderful mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, I began to feel the telltale signs of impending orgasm. “Oh shit, Annie, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”She looked up at me and said, “I want to feel you cum in my mouth, Hans. Is that okay?”I nodded, dazed with excitement. Then she sucked and slurped, putting her limber neck into it, and rolling my balls with her fingertips. The underside of my cock became so sensitive that I could feel every taste bud on her magical tongue. Then I felt a hot burst in my nuts, and I began to buck and writhe with the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt. She kept sucking and jerking as I shot my seed into her mouth. Her cheeks quickly became distended, and cum began to ooze past her lips down my cock. Then I saw her gulping, and I realized she was actually swallowing my cum.I didn't get soft for a second, so she just swallowed and kept on sucking. Sure, my cock was so sensitive by this time that it almost felt painful being in her mouth, but I put up with the pain because I didn't want it to end. I had no idea when or if I'd ever get another blowjob. Happily I got over the hypersensitivity after a few minutes, and she continued to suck and slurp for another ten or fifteen minutes until I thought I was probably on the verge of cumming again.But then Annie suddenly sat up and grabbed her purse. My heart sank. I was certain she was going to check her watch and say it was time to go home. But instead she pulled out a little wrapper and clumsily tore it open. My head nearly exploded when I realized what she was doing. I'd totally forgotten to bring my condom with me. Thank God Annie was more organized than me. She tried to put it on my cock, but it was too dark to see that she was putting it on inside out. We both laughed as she yanked the stretchy rubber on my throbbing shaft. It was so hilarious that it almost took my mind off what was about to happen.Eventually she got the condom over about half my phallus, and said, “Well, that's as good as it gets, I guess!” Then she stepped out of her panties and squatted over me. I reached up and our fingers interlocked. I was filled with the most amazing love for Annie as she lowered her muff onto my pole. Then before I knew it, I felt the head of my scepter pushing against the tender flesh of her hymen. She paused, our eyes locked on each other. We both knew this was an important moment and should be savored. Then she lowered herself, with a deep groan, and popped her cherry on me. She slid all the way down with a throaty gasp, until I was totally immersed in her tight pussy. She sat there for a minute or two, and we looked at each other smiling. It was over. We were no longer virgins.“High five.” I said.We high-fived each other, smiling like crazy.I was thrilled with the thought that half of my cock, the part uncovered by the condom, was touching the inside of her sweet tunnel. She slowly lifted herself, then lowered herself. She was so tight around me, I might as well not have been wearing a condom. It was incredible.She moaned, “Oh fuck, Hans. You feel so big. Oh god. Oh god. What a great cock. Thank you. Thank you for this, Hans.”I was actually fucking a gorgeous half-Brazilian hottie in a pile of leaves, and she was actually thanking me. I looked up at her in wonder. The moonlight was glinting on her dark, shiny braids. As she slowly lifted herself up again her gorgeous lips opened to emit a moan of transcendent pleasure. I was moved more than words can convey.I blurted, “I love you.” Her blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment I was worried that I'd made a mistake. But then she began to pump her body up and down on me with crazy abandon, her eyes locked to mine, as she gave off beautiful, throaty moans.“Oh, oh, oh. You feel so good inside me. Oh yeah. So good. Goddamned fucking fantastic! Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Soon she was pounding herself on me faster, making the leaves rustle and bounce into the air. I reached up and yanked the front of her bra down, releasing her large brown breasts again. They looked amazing, bobbing and bouncing in the moonlight with those dark brown areolas flying up and down in a blur. Then I began to arch my pelvis in rhythm with her movements, rising up to meet her with each downstroke. The bare skin of our pelvises began slapping wetly together again and again. She was so wet, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls.Suddenly, a sharp, spine-tingling, high-pitched groan came from the bushes to our left. We froze in primal fear. I felt every hair on my headstand erect, and Annie's pussy tightened like a clamp around my shaft. After a few moments of silence, the bushes rustled, as if something was moving slowly around the edge of the clearing. It groaned again, weirder this time, sounding almost human, but I was certain it had to be an animal. Annie's face was contorted in terror. She pulled off me, and plopped to her hands and knees.She whispered desperately, “Come on. Fuck me Hans. Hurry up.”I couldn't believe she wanted to keep going. I wanted to run. As a matter of fact, I was scared shitless. But there she was, kneeling with her skirt bundled up, exposing her beautiful brown ass to the moonlight. I kneeled behind her and slowly slid my cock into her tight, trembling canal, while she looked at the bushes, following the eerie rustling sounds with her head. Man, oh, man, her hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy felt incredible around my cock. I began to pound her hard and fast, trying to work her up to another quivering orgasm. I felt myself building up to one too, but I was able to put it off longer than I normally could have, because my abdomen was clenched into a tight little fist of fear. But after thirty, forty, fifty strokes, she let out a little choking gasp, and warm juices surged out of her all around my shaft, splashing loudly into the leaves between her knees.At the moment of her climax a huge black flying thing burst out of the edge of the clearing and flew right at us then up out of sight making us both Scream! Right then I began to ejaculate, spurred on by fear and the shivering, quivering spasms that were rolling through her pussy and thighs. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for minutes, as I continued thrusting and squirting shot after shot into that wonderful girl. Or, into the condom, I should say.When my spasms finally ended, I pulled out of her and plopped into the leaves next to her. She crawled on top of me and whispered into my ear, “I love you too. Now let's get the hell out of here.”I yanked the fully loaded condom from my penis, and tossed it into the leaves, then we dressed hastily, laughing like idiots, and crawled in terror through the tunnel. Then we sprinted breathlessly, hand in hand through the park to her dorm. We didn't look back until we got through the doors in the foyer. I swear, it felt as something was chasing us the whole way, but when we turned to look out the glass doors, nothing was there but the cold October dawn. The sky was glowing with the first rays of morning light. We laughed and breathlessly talked about what an amazing night we'd had! But what the hell was that thing? We agreed it must have been a bird. What else could it have been?Only then did we realize that she'd bled a bit from her broken hymen. The brown crotch of my lederhosen had splashes of dark crimson, and her flowery skirt and white stockings were spattered too. But we both laughed, happy that the lobby was deserted at this hour. We held onto each other in the foyer until the morning sun broke over the treetops, casting October orange light on her bronze face, and filling her blue eyes with wonder. She was even more stunning than ever. We stood up and I kissed her goodnight, or good morning I guess. But before she went inside, I haltingly said, “Uh, do you think, that you'd like to, uh, go out with me again?”She smiled as if I'd just asked her the dumbest question in the world. “I'm your girlfriend, stupid.”My heart soared. I have a girlfriend!by CBSummers, for Literotica 

Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.PART TWO – October 6, 1992Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather's irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn't normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen, Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead's soft little hand.Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she's an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi's hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed, then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of myself. My grandfather's DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.I don't know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She didn't even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.I'd been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is anybody's guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason popped to mind even though I thought I'd forgotten it years ago “O' zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I'd seen on Briona's face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga's black friend, appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I'd never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken, an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi's firm tits rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!Midnight in the campus park.Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga's large, coppery tits flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn't care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They weren't all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga's harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.Muschi's paper pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi's expression. She didn't make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga's ample cleavage. Oh shit, she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga's beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi's lustful looks.The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark, and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand definitely squeezed another girl's breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi Ho's and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully clothed orgy!But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we'd run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name's not really Helga Boobenschtein.”“Ach du lieber! I'm shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don't look German!”“No, my mother's Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I'd ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I'm not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That's too perfect!”“My grandpa's from Austria, and my grandma from my mother's side is Bavarian.”“Oh my god. What are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It's a good thing I don't believe in fate, or I'd say it was fate.”I laughed, “I don't believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence, and I'll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That's what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”She blushed. “I'm sorry about the girls. They're a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is Barbara. She's a lesbian.”“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I'm not into it, but she just won't give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn't you?”I had no words for how much I'd enjoyed our dance. So I just blushed and smiled.She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic thrill. Then she said, “I've seen you around the labs. What's your major?”“General science.”She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I'm just a freshman. I'm taking a bunch of different classes this year until I figure out what my passion is. But it's definitely in the sciences. I love science. I love science. I'm taking this biology class right now, and we're learning all about the…”As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did something else instead.I kissed her.It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa's mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal crippling uncertainty. I didn't even wait for her to finish her current sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She didn't push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, lustfully as if she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as much as me.We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making crude comments. But I didn't care. This was my first French kiss, and I had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection, so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.She started shivering, and said, “My legs are freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right. Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz. The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and suppler.She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment, but she didn't. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties, and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks, squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but she didn't make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my hands as she laughed.Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I couldn't believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic, and all the while we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, absolutely breathless with passion.We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn't believe we'd been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn't last forever. There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly, we pulled back and just looked into each other's eyes for a while. I found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my life, I could look into a woman's eyes without glancing away nervously after a few seconds. I could look into Annie's baby-blue eyes forever.Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my dorm, liebchen?”“But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot deal. In the light of day she'd notice how crooked my teeth were. She'd notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe, a second date?She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb, giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust. I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don't know how I knew it, I just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm. And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing straight ahead.I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a girl's only dorm. Boys weren't allowed in at any time. But she steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.” She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I'd never noticed before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I guess. Fear of dark places.The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this secret place?We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed. I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and intimate expression. She had a thin baby-blue bra under the blouse, through which I could see the dark circles of her areolas.She reached up and pulled my face down into her coppery cleavage, and I breathed in her powdery perfume and kissed her supple skin, in circling motions, hardly believing this was happening, until I was kissing her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She groaned in pleasure and suddenly pulled the front of her bra down, exposing her moonlit breasts to me. Her areolas were chocolate brown. I took one of her large nipples into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, and bit it lightly with my teeth, making her giggle. This was an absolute dream come true, but it was only getting better with each passing second.As I switched to kissing and licking her other breast, she opened her legs, and I shifted so I was kneeling between them. I lowered myself onto her, pressing my hard-on into her crotch, and began to grind myself against her, softly at first, but with growing urgency. She ran her fingers through my hair, then began to push my head downward. For a second I thought she wanted me to stop licking her boobs, but she kept pushing me down with one hand, while she pulled up her flouncy skirt with the other. Soon my face was inches away from her lacy blue panties. There was a large wet spot in the center of the blue lace. I saw it only for a second before she pulled my face down into her warm wet crotch. I was overwhelmed by the musky moistness of her. I'd caught a whiff of Briona the night she fucked Troy, but now that I was buried in an actual pussy, I took a deep breath of her animalistic aroma. Good grief, I loved it!I grabbed her suede-soft thighs with both hands and began kissing her pussy through the lacy fabric, licking the tender flesh of her labia on either side, which made her moan with delight. I worked my tongue around the edge of the panties, slowly pulling the edge of it inward, exposing more of her tender flesh. I felt her downy black pubic hairs tingling across my tongue. I pulled at them playfully with my lips. She laughed, then groaned. I teased her for a while, licking the left side, then the right, moving ever inward, but not all the way. She twisted about passionately trying to make me go further, but I playfully delayed, as much to entice her as to prolong the moment for me. This was, without doubt, the greatest night of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever. Finally she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached down and pulled her panties all the way open and pulled my face into her warm wet pussy. My nose buried itself in her downy bush, and my tongue slipped between her swollen lips. She tasted incredible.“Oh, liebchen…” she moaned, “that feels so good.”Although this was my first time, I'd listened to Briona's instructions as Troy ate her out, so I had a general idea of what to do. For the next half hour or more I ate Annie's sweet pussy with absolute abandon. I kissed and teased her, and tried to make her squirm and whimper with pleasure. I found I couldn't put my tongue very far into her vagina. There was a thin membrane just an inch inside her pussy lips. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. Oh shit, that's her hymen! I recognized it from biology class. For some reason, because of her sexual confidence, I'd assumed Annie wasn't a virgin, exactly the opposite mistake I'd made from judging Briona. I chuckled, realizing that I was a terrible judge of things like that. But it didn't matter. I was touched that Annie trusted me to kiss her this way. I was careful not to lick her too vigorously. I knew from biology class that the hymen could be broken accidentally, and I certainly didn't want to be responsible for an unintentional defloration! So I concentrated most of my efforts on her tiny little clitoris. She loved it when I sucked it and swirled it with my tongue.After a while I discovered that her favorite thing was when I rubbed her pussy up and down with my entire face. I'd start with my nose buried between her quivering lips, then slide upward, so my nose and tongue went up her pussy until I could lift the little hood covering her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and flick that sensitive little nub before making my way back down. I went up and down this way, again and again, starting slowly but building up speed. My face was slick with her copious juices, which thrilled me to no end. She whimpered and gasped and groaned, and started saying, “Oh, god. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh yes…” And then, quite suddenly, her entire body tensed up like crazy, and she closed both of her thighs around my head and held me in a vice grip while she bucked and arched and clenched, squealing with an incredibly powerful orgasm. A splash of warm juices surged out of her pussy onto my face, startling me, and delighting me at the same time.Then I began licking and sucking her dripping wet pussy with gusto, swallowing her juices, and slurping her delicious clit. But after a few seconds of this she started banging my forehead with her palm, apparently too overwhelmed to be able to communicate vocally. I took the hint and left her over-stimulated clit alone. Annie's body remained as stiff as a board, and a deep trembling rolled through her thighs for two solid minutes. Finally she relaxed, and her thighs opened, releasing my head from the vice grip. She just lay there for the longest time, panting hard as if she'd just jogged a mile. I took the opportunity to finally take a good long look at her beautiful pussy in the moonlight. Every woman in the world has one, but Annie's was the first I'd seen this closely. I'd seen Briona's but she was so hairy, I really hadn't been able to make out any details. But Annie's pussy only had a little oval tuft of silky black hair on top, and simple curving chocolate brown lips below, topped with a tiny little nub. I knew right then and there that for the rest of my life, Annie's vagina would be the one I'd judge all others by. It was simply too beautiful for words. An absolute work of art, just like every other square inch of her.I kissed her pussy lips gently this time, savoring the similarity of these lips to her other lips. After a while she tugged at my hair. So I crawled up and snuggled her in the leaves, my leg over her legs to keep them warm in the chilly October air. Slowly she came out of the post orgasmic state she'd been in for the last ten minutes. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Hans, I never did that before. That was an orgasm I guess. Wow.”“Yeah, wow!” I said, smiling. We kissed. She backed off and wrinkled her nose in distaste.“Is that what I taste like?”“Delicious.”“If you say so,” she said sardonically.“I do say so. Your pussy, my dear, is ze finest pussy in all ze fatherland. Yah, sweet nectar from Odin…”She kissed me to shut me up. We hugged and kissed sweetly for a long time, shivering against each other, neither of us wanting the night to end.There was a rustling in the bushes. We both tensed and listened intently for more. Was someone else crawling up the tunnel? Fear gripped us, but after a few minutes of deadly silence, I said, “Must have been a branch falling.”“Sorry,” she said, “I get easily spooked.”“I saw a ghost once.” She let this random bit of information sit there in the darkness. A cloud moved over the moon and suddenly we were plunged into pitch darkness. I could only, just barely, make out her sky blue eyes in the inky blackness.“A ghost?”“Yeah.”“There are no such things as ghosts.”She sighed, “Yeah, I know, but I saw one, so, I guess that's stupid, right?”My science brain now switched on, instinctively. “You know, I used to love ghost stories and paranormal stuff. But nobody has ever found scientific evidence that any of that stuff exists, in spite of millions of dollars spent on research, hundreds of independent studies, probably more. In the whole of human history, there's still no conclusive evidence that human consciousness survives death.”“I know. But it hasn't been disproved either.”“You can't prove a negative.”She laughed. “I know, Hans, I know. I told you it's stupid.”“So what's this ghost you saw? Could have been a dream, or a hallucination. They're more common than people think.”“Maybe.” She said. The cloud moved off the moon, and once again I could see her lovely bronze face. I could tell from her expression that she didn't want to tell me more. She'd given me a glimpse of her dark secret, but that was all I was going to get. She could let me lick her pussy, but the ghost story thing was a little too personal. Go figure.Perhaps as a way to change the topic, she rolled over to straddle me. In response my softened cock began to grow again. She looked down at me in the moonlight and said, “You know, Hans, you're quite lovely.”“Handsome, you mean”“Lovely. Handsome men don't wear lederhosen.”I was about to say something funny, but she began to grind herself on my hardening erection. A beautiful, lustful expression came over her sweet face. She inched herself slowly down my body, and I watched her as she unbuttoned the buttons on the front of my lederhosen. There were a lot of them, and it would have been amusing except I was suddenly aware that she intended to touch my cock. I got lightheaded with amazement and lust. One of the great dreams of my life was about to come true, and I tried to commit the sight of Annie unbuttoning me to memory. My underwear-clad cock began to emerge more and more with each button, rising up to her grinning face, eager to meet her, to shake hands, to say hello. She tickled the tip of it playfully, amused at the way it jumped with each touch.“Little Hans wants out. Should I let him?”“Yes Fraulein. Zat would be lovely.” I tried to be funny and cool, but my voice cracked with tension.She pulled the band of my underwear down, and my cock sprang up in front of her face, looking quite impressive in the moonlight, if I may say so myself. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of it. “I stand corrected. Not little Hans. BIG Hans!” I'm glad she'd never seen Troy's cock! Then she touched my cock with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine. She began to bat it with her fist, making it bob about playfully. She'd obviously never seen a penis before, because she was utterly fascinated. She stroked it gently, and rolled my furry balls in her fingertips, giggling at the strange feel of me. I was in absolute heaven by this point. And when she leaned down and kissed the underside of my cock with her beautiful lips, my heart skipped a beat. She kissed it again and again, and the more she kissed it, the harder it got, which I didn't even think was possible. Finally she opened her mouth and the tip slipped between her warm, wet lips. I felt her teeth, her lips, her tongue, but mostly I saw. Really, it was the sight of her mouth, her beautiful, rosy mouth, wrapped around this most intimate part of me, which made my heart do loop-de-loops.She tongued me and kissed me and sucked me in a variety of ways. It was her turn now to experiment, and I loved every minute of it. After a while she unbuttoned my suspenders and pulled the shorts down, without bothering to take my boots off. She spread my thighs open and licked my furry balls, taking them into her mouth, while stroking my turgid shaft with her soft fingers. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but I didn't know better. It was perfect as far as I was concerned. I just laid back and let her service me, amazed at how much she got into it. She kept looking up at me with her baby blue eyes as she slobbered all over my cock, which was truly mind-blowing. I'd daydreamed about blowjobs for years, but the reality was so much better. I mean, this was literally one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in my life, and she was sucking my cock. It was beyond wonderful. It was life altering.After only a few minutes of her wonderful mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, I began to feel the telltale signs of impending orgasm. “Oh shit, Annie, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up.”She looked up at me and said, “I want to feel you cum in my mouth, Hans. Is that okay?”I nodded, dazed with excitement. Then she sucked and slurped, putting her limber neck into it, and rolling my balls with her fingertips. The underside of my cock became so sensitive that I could feel every taste bud on her magical tongue. Then I felt a hot burst in my nuts, and I began to buck and writhe with the most incredible orgasm I'd ever felt. She kept sucking and jerking as I shot my seed into her mouth. Her cheeks quickly became distended, and cum began to ooze past her lips down my cock. Then I saw her gulping, and I realized she was actually swallowing my cum.I didn't get soft for a second, so she just swallowed and kept on sucking. Sure, my cock was so sensitive by this time that it almost felt painful being in her mouth, but I put up with the pain because I didn't want it to end. I had no idea when or if I'd ever get another blowjob. Happily I got over the hypersensitivity after a few minutes, and she continued to suck and slurp for another ten or fifteen minutes until I thought I was probably on the verge of cumming again.But then Annie suddenly sat up and grabbed her purse. My heart sank. I was certain she was going to check her watch and say it was time to go home. But instead she pulled out a little wrapper and clumsily tore it open. My head nearly exploded when I realized what she was doing. I'd totally forgotten to bring my condom with me. Thank God Annie was more organized than me. She tried to put it on my cock, but it was too dark to see that she was putting it on inside out. We both laughed as she yanked the stretchy rubber on my throbbing shaft. It was so hilarious that it almost took my mind off what was about to happen.Eventually she got the condom over about half my phallus, and said, “Well, that's as good as it gets, I guess!” Then she stepped out of her panties and squatted over me. I reached up and our fingers interlocked. I was filled with the most amazing love for Annie as she lowered her muff onto my pole. Then before I knew it, I felt the head of my scepter pushing against the tender flesh of her hymen. She paused, our eyes locked on each other. We both knew this was an important moment and should be savored. Then she lowered herself, with a deep groan, and popped her cherry on me. She slid all the way down with a throaty gasp, until I was totally immersed in her tight pussy. She sat there for a minute or two, and we looked at each other smiling. It was over. We were no longer virgins.“High five.” I said.We high-fived each other, smiling like crazy.I was thrilled with the thought that half of my cock, the part uncovered by the condom, was touching the inside of her sweet tunnel. She slowly lifted herself, then lowered herself. She was so tight around me, I might as well not have been wearing a condom. It was incredible.She moaned, “Oh fuck, Hans. You feel so big. Oh god. Oh god. What a great cock. Thank you. Thank you for this, Hans.”I was actually fucking a gorgeous half-Brazilian hottie in a pile of leaves, and she was actually thanking me. I looked up at her in wonder. The moonlight was glinting on her dark, shiny braids. As she slowly lifted herself up again her gorgeous lips opened to emit a moan of transcendent pleasure. I was moved more than words can convey.I blurted, “I love you.” Her blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment I was worried that I'd made a mistake. But then she began to pump her body up and down on me with crazy abandon, her eyes locked to mine, as she gave off beautiful, throaty moans.“Oh, oh, oh. You feel so good inside me. Oh yeah. So good. Goddamned fucking fantastic! Oh Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Soon she was pounding herself on me faster, making the leaves rustle and bounce into the air. I reached up and yanked the front of her bra down, releasing her large brown breasts again. They looked amazing, bobbing and bouncing in the moonlight with those dark brown areolas flying up and down in a blur. Then I began to arch my pelvis in rhythm with her movements, rising up to meet her with each downstroke. The bare skin of our pelvises began slapping wetly together again and again. She was so wet, I could feel her juices dripping down my balls.Suddenly, a sharp, spine-tingling, high-pitched groan came from the bushes to our left. We froze in primal fear. I felt every hair on my headstand erect, and Annie's pussy tightened like a clamp around my shaft. After a few moments of silence, the bushes rustled, as if something was moving slowly around the edge of the clearing. It groaned again, weirder this time, sounding almost human, but I was certain it had to be an animal. Annie's face was contorted in terror. She pulled off me, and plopped to her hands and knees.She whispered desperately, “Come on. Fuck me Hans. Hurry up.”I couldn't believe she wanted to keep going. I wanted to run. As a matter of fact, I was scared shitless. But there she was, kneeling with her skirt bundled up, exposing her beautiful brown ass to the moonlight. I kneeled behind her and slowly slid my cock into her tight, trembling canal, while she looked at the bushes, following the eerie rustling sounds with her head. Man, oh, man, her hips felt good in my hands, and her pussy felt incredible around my cock. I began to pound her hard and fast, trying to work her up to another quivering orgasm. I felt myself building up to one too, but I was able to put it off longer than I normally could have, because my abdomen was clenched into a tight little fist of fear. But after thirty, forty, fifty strokes, she let out a little choking gasp, and warm juices surged out of her all around my shaft, splashing loudly into the leaves between her knees.At the moment of her climax a huge black flying thing burst out of the edge of the clearing and flew right at us then up out of sight making us both Scream! Right then I began to ejaculate, spurred on by fear and the shivering, quivering spasms that were rolling through her pussy and thighs. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for minutes, as I continued thrusting and squirting shot after shot into that wonderful girl. Or, into the condom, I should say.When my spasms finally ended, I pulled out of her and plopped into the leaves next to her. She crawled on top of me and whispered into my ear, “I love you too. Now let's get the hell out of here.”I yanked the fully loaded condom from my penis, and tossed it into the leaves, then we dressed hastily, laughing like idiots, and crawled in terror through the tunnel. Then we sprinted breathlessly, hand in hand through the park to her dorm. We didn't look back until we got through the doors in the foyer. I swear, it felt as something was chasing us the whole way, but when we turned to look out the glass doors, nothing was there but the cold October dawn. The sky was glowing with the first rays of morning light. We laughed and breathlessly talked about what an amazing night we'd had! But what the hell was that thing? We agreed it must have been a bird. What else could it have been?Only then did we realize that she'd bled a bit from her broken hymen. The brown crotch of my lederhosen had splashes of dark crimson, and her flowery skirt and white stockings were spattered too. But we both laughed, happy that the lobby was deserted at this hour. We held onto each other in the foyer until the morning sun broke over the treetops, casting October orange light on her bronze face, and filling her blue eyes with wonder. She was even more stunning than ever. We stood up and I kissed her goodnight, or good morning I guess. But before she went inside, I haltingly said, “Uh, do you think, that you'd like to, uh, go out with me again?”She smiled as if I'd just asked her the dumbest question in the world. “I'm your girlfriend, stupid.”My heart soared. I have a girlfriend!by CBSummers, for Literotica 

Krusprige Folge und die wohl wertlosetse Entweder Oder Runde der Geschichte.

Helge Heynold liest: Umschnurrwörter - von Ramona Ambs

Was letzte Woche noch nach Blasphemie und Teufelsbeschwörung klang, ist diesmal nur das Knistern des Kamins und das herzliche Kichern des Wiedersehens. Mit Pantoffeln an den Füßen schlurfen die Twins durch ihre Man Cave, entledigen sich alten Schlüppis von Verflossenen und rasen mit gedrückter Hupe im Rückwärtsgang über Marios Rainbow Road neuen Firsts und geheimen Plänen entgegen. Bei Kaulitz Hills gibt's eben mal wieder viel zu feiern. Geheult wird auf Instagram! - Cheers, Ihr Mäuse! Alle weiteren Infos rund um den Podcast, Updates und Werbepartner findet ihr hier: https://www.instagram.com/kaulitzhills.podcast/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Möse, Muschi, Mumu, Vagina, Vulva, Schnäggli - egal wie du sie nennst, es geht heute um sie. Nicht nur um ihren Geruch, sondern auch um ihres Aussehen. Throni Maria erzählt nämlich von ihrer bevorstehenden operativen Vulvalippen-Verkleinerung. Merkt ihr was? Wir nennen sie ab sofort nicht mehr Schamlippen. Denn: Wofür soll man sich bitte schämen müssen?

33. Folge im Kasten - und ab heute auf euren Bildschirmen!

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Wohoooo!!!! Die erste Folge der zweiten Staffel ist da!!!TikTok: skriptless.de/tiktok | Instagram: skriptless.de/instagram Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Es kommen echt wieder regelmäßig Folgen - zu krass! Wer seriösen Inhalt will, hört bitte nur 3/4 der Folge. Der Edelfan hört selbstverständlich alles drei mal, teilt, kommentiert und erzählt es seinen Freunden!

Vom Strychnin beim olympischen Marathon 1904 über Tom Osborne 1994 zum positionsspezifischen Training Table - Sporternährung im Wandel der Zeit --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/andreas-heddergott1/message

Muschi oder Superman

It's gettin‘ hot in here: In der heutigen Folge wird's nach langer Zeit mal wieder spicy: Es geht nicht nur um die Einschätzung der eigenen tseky Skills sondern Sam gibt Jacko ebenfalls ein paar Tipps an der O-Front. Vaginale Übungsstunden incoming 

In den letzten Jahrzehnten gab es viele neue Marken und Biere, aber seit kurzem steht eine knallbunte Flasche mit einer Comic-Vulva und dem Label "Muschikraft" in den Regalen in Österreich und Deutschland. Klar, dass das polarisiert - und auch klar, dass wir als BierTalk die Sache unter die Lupe nehmen wollten. Wir haben mit der sehr sympathischen und engagierten Gründerin Anna Sophie Tschannett gesprochen und uns nicht nur zum Thema Bier, sondern auch zu vielen anderen wichtigen Aspekten rund um Fairness und Gleichberechtigung in der Branche ausgetauscht. Herausgekommen ist nicht nur eine sehr unterhaltsame Episode, sondern auch eine, die zum Nachdenken anregen soll, will und (hoffentlich) wird...

In einer Zeit, in der die Welt von Spaltungen und Unstimmigkeiten zerrissen zu sein scheint, versammeln wir uns, um die Fackel der Hoffnung zu entzünden und das Licht des Friedens zu verbreiten.

Beim erneuten Zusammentreffen unseres P&P-Trios entzündete sich selbstredend ein Feuerwerk der Plauderei.So konnte unser burschiger Basti verkünden, dass er endlich mal wieder Besuch empfangen durfte, welcher mit anhaltender Beeindruckung sein plietsches Haupt noch immer auf Touren hält.Die muttige Mirjam hat wieder die SpielanFÜHRERin gegeben. Unter der Fragestellung „Wer würde eher…“ hat unser puffiges Dreigestirn eruiert, wer sich am ehesten in eine mehr oder weniger delikate Situation manövrieren würde. Zudem wurde Miri die große Ehre zuteil, die ersten Zuhörerfragen in die P&P-Welt zu verkünden.Doch damit nicht genug. In der aktuellen Wonnemonat-Mai-Folge mit dem vertrauensschaffenden Titel „Zeugenschutzprogramm“ kommt auch die Romantik nicht zu kurz. Die belesene Birte berichtet von außergewöhnlichen Liebesbeziehungen, welche ganz „katzenvideo-artig" mit einer Muschi enden.And last but not leased bricht sich eine zur Tradition erkorene Gepflogenheit ihren Bahn: unser Power-Trio setzt sich erneut einen Punkt auf die ToDoListe des Monats Mai. Hört selbst - hier ist spoilerfreie Zone. Nur soviel: Casino Royale war gestern.Meine Damen und Herren, sehr verehrtes Publikum, geschätzte Freunde der gewaschenen Unterhaltung: unsere drei aufgeweckten Sabbeltaschen stehen bereit, the audience gepflegt zu unterhalten.

In this episode I don't just get to interview one amazing drag queen, I get to talk to two of them. Listen as Zsa Zsa, Muschi and I talk about their drag experiences, the importance of fashion & dance in their drag & much much more!

Wir reden darüber wie verrückt und unerfüllbar die Anforderungen an den „Modernen Mann von heute“ und an „Moderne Chefs“ geworden sind. _Einfühlsam aber gleichzeitig Knallhart!? _Eloquent aber zurückhaltend und zuhörend!? _Feinfühlung aber Klartext redend? Irgendwas läuft hier schief. Ganz ehrlich das kann doch keiner erfüllen. Kein Wunder das alle frustriert sind, weil sie nicht das neue Bild des Mannes erfüllen können. Und spätestens wenn man dann Chat GPT nach der perfekten Frau fragt, wird einem Angst und Bange. Hier läuft doch was schief!? Kinners wir müssen Reden, aber sowas von! P.S. Ja das ist immer noch Comedy. Auch wenns manchmal so ernst klingt ;-) --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/lars-behrendt/message

Wäre diese Folge ein Kaffee, dann wäre sie ein intensiver, sehr heißer, starker Espresso. Wir werden zu den Berliner Gossipgirls! Ob Karneval, ChatGPT oder gebrochene Freundschaften, der Coffee wird gespillt.

In der aktuellen Ladylike-Podcast Folge regen sich Yvonne und Nicole ziemlich auf. Denn eine der Kardashian-Schwestern hat jetzt Gummibärchen auf den Markt gebracht hat, die den Intimgeruch von Frauen „verbessern“ sollen. Ziel ist, diese Spezial-Gummibärchen zu essen, damit man/frau untenrum duftet. Das bringt nicht nur Yvonne und Nicole auf die Palme, sondern Experten weltweit. Yvonne hat schon an einigen Vulven geschnuppert und findet diesen Geruch absolut in Ordnung. Sie beanstandet, dass Frauen durch solche Angebote vermittelt werde, sie würden stinken. Yvonne hat auch noch nicht festgestellt, dass sich der körpereigene Intimduft verändere, wenn die Frau bestimmte Nahrungsmittel konsumiert habe. Yvonne rät auch von Parfüm im Intimbereich ab. Dies brenne wie Feuer und bringe außerdem die gesamte Intimflora durcheinander, so die Podcasterin. Nicole berichtet, dass sie von parfümierten Duschgels umgestiegen ist auf parfümfreie Intimwaschlotionen für die Intimpflege und damit sehr zufrieden sei. Auch Intimbedampfungen à la Gywneth Paltrow, die mit ihren Empfehlungen für „vagina spa“ in L.A. für Furore sorgte, seien nur teuer und eigentlich nutzlos, so Yvonne und Nicole. Vaginalduschen, die die Muschi mit Wasser spülen sollen, seien ebenfalls überflüssig, denn sie wüschen auch gute Bakterien raus, die dort sein sollten, erklärt Nicole. Hingegen sinnvoll sei, den Zuckerkonsum zu reduzieren für eine gute Vaginalflora oder auch auf synthetische Unterwäsche zu verzichten. Gute Händehygiene vor dem Einführen von Tampons sei auch wichtig. Hört einfach rein in die neue Folge, in der Yvonne und Nicole darüber sprechen, bei welchen Gerüchen sie einen Doppelt-Blindtest machen würden...Habt Ihr selbst erotische Erfahrungen, eine Frage oder Story, über die Yvonne & Nicole im Ladylike-Podcast sprechen sollen? Dann schreibt uns gern an @ladylike.show auf Instagram oder kontaktiert uns über unsere Internetseite ladylike.showHört in die Folgen bei RTL+ Musik, iTunes oder Spotify rein und schreibt uns gerne eine Bewertung. Außerdem könnt ihr unseren Podcast unterstützen, indem ihr die neuen Folgen auf Euren Kanälen pusht und Euren Freunden davon erzählt.Alles zum Thema „Sex“ und „Kürper“ findet Ihr auch im neuen Buch von Yvonne & Nicole „Da kann ja jede kommen“. Darin die lustigsten, erotischsten und außergewöhnlichen Geschichten aus der Ladylike-Community. Hier geht's zum Buch: bit.ly/ladylike-buch Viel Spaß!Komm' uns besuchen: Yvonne und Nicole gehen auf Tour quer durch Deutschland mit DER Multimedia-Show rund ums Thema Liebe und Sex. Die große Deutschland-Tour zum Erfolgs-Podcast „Ladylike“ mit Yvonne und Nicole. Super ehrlich. Super authentisch. Super lustig: Ladylike. Die Live Show über Sex, Liebe und Erotik 2023. Die Tickets gibt es ab sofort hier zu kaufen: www.eventim.de/artist/ladylike-die-podcast-showUnsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://art19.com/privacy. Die Datenschutzrichtlinien für Kalifornien sind unter https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info abrufbar.

In der aktuellen Ladylike Podcast-Folge unterhalten sich Yvonne und Nicole über die richtige Intimpflege! Nicole hat vor kurzem von einer Freundin den ultimativen Intimpflegetipp für die Frau bekommen. Zur Reinigung und Pflege verwendet die Freundin ausschließlich reines Mandelöl, natürlich ohne Parfüm und Zusätze. Yvonne ist das alles zu viel. Sie praktiziert morgens bereits ayurvedisches Ölziehen in der Mundpflege. Öl auch noch in Intimbereich als Pflegeprodukt zu verwenden, ist ihr dann zu zeitaufwendig. Nicole hat daraufhin etwas recherchiert und sich Belesen über die Pflege des Intimbereichs. Duschgel sollte man im Intimbereich nicht verwenden, um den natürlichen PH-Wert der Haut nicht zu schädigen, sondern spezielle Intimwaschlotionen, die bereits den richtigen PH-Wert haben. Yvonne nimmt nur reines Wasser und will das auch so beibehalten. Auch zu heißes Wasser sei schädlich, referiert Nicole, denn mit zunehmendem Alter steige die Gefahr von Infektionen mit Pilzen und Bakterien. Waschlappen solle man im Intimbereich nur einmal verwenden und dann mit 60 Grad waschen.Nicole erinnert sich: In den Achtzigern habe man nicht täglich geduscht, sondern man wusch sich morgens mit einem Waschlappen. Und Yvonne setzt noch eins drauf: Bei ihrer Oma habe man sich in einer Schüssel gewaschen, Wasser zu erwärmen habe gedauert, die Toilette sei im Hof gewesen. Oma habe rückblickend schon sehr nachhaltig gelebt. Nicole erinnert sich an einen Urlaub in der Schweiz, wo sie nach abendlichem Bierkonsum mit der Taschenlampe im Finstern das Plumpsklo suchen musste… Zurück zum Intimpflege-Thema: Viele Frauen beklagen Pickelchen nach der Intim-Rasur. Dafür solle man ausschließlich dafür gedachtes Rasiergel nutzen und vor allen Dingen frische Rasierer und danach schön cremen oder ölen zum Beispiel mit Mandelöl, erklärt Nicole. Oder wie Yvonne ergänzt, die Muschi einfach mal in Ruhe lassen… Hört einfach rein in die neue Folge, in der Yvonne und Nicole erzählen, wo sie demnächst überall auf ihrer Ladylike-Deutschlandtour unterwegs sind.Habt Ihr selbst erotische Erfahrungen, eine Frage oder Story, über die Yvonne & Nicole im Ladylike-Podcast sprechen sollen? Dann schreibt uns gern an @ladylike.show auf Instagram oder kontaktiert uns über unsere Internetseite ladylike.showHört in die Folgen bei RTL+ Musik, iTunes oder Spotify rein und schreibt uns gerne eine Bewertung. Außerdem könnt ihr unseren Podcast unterstützen, indem ihr die neuen Folgen auf Euren Kanälen pusht und Euren Freunden davon erzählt.Alles, was „untenrum“ schön macht und schön ist, ist auch ein Thema im neuen Buch von Yvonne & Nicole „Da kann ja jede kommen“. Darin die lustigsten, erotischsten und außergewöhnlichen Geschichten aus der Ladylike-Community. Hier geht's zum Buch: bit.ly/ladylike-buch Viel Spaß!Komm' uns besuchen: Yvonne und Nicole gehen auf Tour quer durch Deutschland mit DER Multimedia-Show rund ums Thema Liebe und Sex. Die große Deutschland-Tour zum Erfolgs-Podcast „Ladylike“ mit Yvonne und Nicole. Super ehrlich. Super authentisch. Super lustig: Ladylike. Die Live-Show über Sex, Liebe und Erotik 2023. Die Tickets gibt es ab sofort hier zu kaufen: www.eventim.de/artist/ladylike-die-podcast-showUnsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://art19.com/privacy. Die Datenschutzrichtlinien für Kalifornien sind unter https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info abrufbar.

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Wann sind wir eigentlich falsch abgebogen? Oder sind wir doch noch auf dem richtigen Weg? Heute wechseln wir die Themen, wie andere ihre Schlüpper. Keine Zeit für Pausen... es wird durchgeackert. Lasst euch verzaubern, oder verachtet uns! Ihr habt die Wahl... wir nicht! Viel Spaß mit der 32. Folge Sprechdurchfall --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/marcel-ludwig/message

Toralf trägt jetzt Katze und JP ist im Impfwahn. Italien: Was war denn da los? Es gibt wieder Film- und Serienempfehlungen. Außerdem Thema in dieser Folge: Creepy Wachsfiguren, PayPal, Sturmfeuerzeuge u.v.m. Eine (un)professionelle Einschätzung der weltpolitischen Lage lässt auch nicht auf sich warten. Macht‘s gut und bis zum nächsten Mal!

Sushi mit Fisch, Fleisch oder nur Gemüse? Und was ist mit Kaviar? Und wann gibt es eigentlich wieder Lebkuchen?

Die heutige Pille hat alles: Carsten hat auf seinem Kloster bei der Aufnahme wieder Katzenbesuch während er mit Mike u.a über Bennett‘s Aussagen über Jimmy G. spricht! Dazu gibts natürlich im vollen Maße das was die Pillenarios interessiert: ELF, GFL und natürlich eine grosse Portion NFL. Scary Tary‘s neuer Vertag, Baker-Gerüchte und und und! Viel Spass!

Renate ist mit Männern, diesem herrlichen Geschlecht noch nicht durch! Männer denken, Renates Meinung nach offensichtlich manchmal, die Frauen seien dämlich zum Beispiel wenn sie Ihren daheim bleibenden Ehefrauen verklickern wollen, dass der Vatertag so eine Art Literaturbesprechung ist.Ein Tag wo die Anakonda auf jeden Fall in der Hose bleibt und was hat es mit Tamara auf sich? Ihr werdet es in dieser Episode erfahren, denn es muss noch einmal über Männer und Ihre Eigenarten gesprochen werden. Was meint Ihr? Wir freuen uns über Rückmeldungen bei Damendramenunddaiquiri@gmail.com, oder auf unserer Instagram Seite https://www.instagram.com/damendramenunddaiquri/

GNTM-Finale-Spoiler, Tokio Hotel beim ESC, Insider-Infos vom Sound Clash, Bills Sex-Tape, Toms ruinierter Ruf und Manta Manta 2 … diese Folge strotzt nur so vor brisanten Themen! Das muss mit dem leckeren deutschen Essen zu tun haben, das es selbst in der DIY-VIP-Lounge am Hamburger Flughafen gab. Anders ist es kaum zu erklären, wie die Twins nach nur einer Stunde Schlaf so hart abliefern konnten. Ach ja: Es geht auch noch um Las Vegas, Puff Daddy, Bills Hand-Tattoo, das amerikanische Gesundheitssystem und Spargel. Zum Piepen! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Inga hat die Nase voll!Sie möchte eine Schaffarm in den Anden aufmachen, wo sie möglichst wenig Kontakt mit Männern hat. Männliche Schafe wird es auch nicht mehr geben... .Erklärbären sagt Inga zum männlichen Geschlecht und in der Tat ist für Renate & Inga schwierig, das Geschlecht mit dem Gebammsel zwischen den Beinen, wirklich zu verstehen. Sie tauschen sich, ohne Tabus und Etikette darüber aus!Was meint Ihr? Wir freuen uns über Rückmeldungen bei Damendramenunddaiquiri@gmail.com, oder auf unserer Instagram Seite https://www.instagram.com/damendramenunddaiquri/

Die 23. Folge - Irgendwie haben wir mittlerweile das Gefühl das wir immer mehr vergessen, dass wir öffentlich sprechen. Aber ganz ehrlich! Es geht doch nix über Authentizität! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/alltagshass/message

In dieser Folge sind die Sexual- und Sonderpädagogin Katharina von der Gathen und die Illustratorin Anke Kuhl im ELTERNgespräch zu Gast. Denn die beiden haben ein großartiges und lustiges Kinderbuch mit sehr komischen, hintersinnigen Bildern namens „Klär mich auf“ geschrieben. Das Besondere daran: Es werden darin echte Kinderfragen beantwortet. Mit ihnen spricht Julia darüber, wie wir mit unseren Kindern so über Muschi, Pimmel und Konsorten reden können, dass wir dabei nicht vor Scham im Boden versinken.Lob, Tadel oder Themenvorschläge und Fragen zu den Themen Partnerschaft sowie Erziehung? Schreibt Julia eine persönliche Mail an podcast@eltern.de oder wendet euch an unseren Instagram-Account @elternmagazin. Und bewertet oder abonniert unseren Podcast gerne auch auf iTunes, Spotify, Deezer oder Audio Now.Unsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://art19.com/privacy. Die Datenschutzrichtlinien für Kalifornien sind unter https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info abrufbar.

Eins vorweg, diese Folge ist ein reiner Kunstpodcast und inhaltlich somit von der Kunstfreiheitgedeckt: „Pinke Fußballschuhe sind Muschi“, „Bilanz ist Bilanz“ und „50.000 DM in der Straßenbahn zur Staatsbank“ - Bürgermeisterin, Sozial-Beigeordnete (Resort Soziales, Jugendamt, Gesundheit) und Fußballerin Simone Borris ist keine Quotenfrau, sondern die Kumpeline zum Pferde stehlen. Im MAGDEpodcast gewährt die gebürtige Altmärkerin unterhaltsam und informativ einen Blick hinter die Kulissen – privat, dienstlich, sportlich und ehrenamtlich. Wie immer, zuhören weitet die Perspektive! 

Wir kommen kaum noch mit: Hatte Bonschlonzo Sex im Gebüsch oder nicht? Warum weint er so viel? Wen hat denn Emmy nun alles vernascht? Ist das in der Frauenvilla wirklich eine Dusche oder eine Sex-Nasszelle? Und wir fragen uns auch, wer den Insta-Story-Krieg am Ende gewinnt: Emmy, Kate, Sandra oder gar Juliano? Uff… Tief Luft holen — werdet Ihr brauchen!

In der aktuellen Folge reden Chris und Sue über die Serien die sie abfeiern und über eine Katze names Muschi. Aber auch die Wortkotze des Tages darf in ihrem spät abendlichen Kaffeeklatsch nicht fehlen.

Menschen, die ihr eigenes Ding rocken! Lea steht kurz vor der Première ihres Solo Stückes MAMA LOVE. "Aus meiner Muschi läuft Blut, aus meinen Brüsten Milch und aus den Augen Wasser. Ich bin wohl nicht mehr ganz dicht." In "Mama Love" spielt die Kunstfigur Lea Blair Whitcher mit der Absurdität von idealisierten und toxischen Mutterbildern und untersucht ihre eigenen Verstrickungen darin. Nicht zuletzt vor dem Hintergrund der Abstimmung von 2020 über zwei Wochen Vaterschaftsurlaub sieht sie die unbedingte Notwendigkeit, mit der ungeschönten Schilderung ihrer ersten vierzehn Wochen als Mutter an die Öffentlichkeit zu gehen. Eine abgründig-humoristische One-Woman-Show. #letsmamalove #mamalove_show https://mamalove.show @lea__ikea https://leawhitcher.com https://www.instagram.com/lea__ikea/ https://www.instagram.com/blairwhitcherprojects/ Diesen Dezember 2021 im Fabriktheater Rote Fabrik Programm: www.rotefabrik.ch Tickets (das Stück ist in englischer Sprache): www.starticket.ch Fr 10.12. / So 12.12. / Do 16.12. / Fr 17.12. / Sa 18.12.2021

Es wurde ja auch gebeten, dass ich auflöse, welche Sprachen wir da im Intro immer haben. Hatte mich schon gewundert, dass da nie jemand nachgefragt hatte. Das versuchen wir natürlich einzubauen, wir wissen im Moment noch nicht zu 100% wie und wo, darum erstmal hier im Text: Das was estnisch. Was erwartet Euch diesmal? Sack kratzen. Annika ist so ne Art Stiefschwester. Vorstellung. Instagram – Umfrage Recap. Mike hätte die Folge geliebt. Vorwertungsmathematik. Gabriel Schönthau mit TH als Hausverwalter. Eine kleine Michael Caine Debatte. Holger kennt mal einen Baseballpitcher nicht, aber ok, der hat 1903 gespielt. Wo sind die Frauen? Annikas Knusper-Cast. Der Hatch tippt echt langsam. Klatsch mit Hatch. Der ist ganz schön laut. VanDusen Einführung. „und von seinem Pech“. Warum heißt das wohl Drohnenhaus? Gas/Elektro Diskussion. Männer, die auf Gasleitungen starren. Henley, diese Muschi. Studiolink killt Holgers Vortrag. Und meine Nerven. Mit dem alten Stadtgas konnte man sich leichter umbringen. Ob der Henley echt das Gas riechen konnte? Rufen bei dem immer Freunde so spät an? Erik überlegt eine Sammlung für einen neuen Mac zu machen, was meint ihr? vanDusen hasst das Wort unmöglich aber nutzt es selbst! Caruso mit alter Stimme. Das Rätsel um die tote Zofe. Warum ist die Zofe denn nicht mit nach Europa? Warum ist der Fall für Caruso eigentlich klar Selbstmord? Wer schreibt Abschiedsbriefe? Erdgeschoss ist Erdgeschoss, außer es ist der erste Stock. Koser mag das Wort „modern“. Crippen ist unser Held. Gibt es da in jeder Wohnung Gas und Strom oder entweder oder, da werden wir uns nicht einig. Warum wohnt Cable nicht im Hotel sondern im selben Haus wie sein Nebenbuhler? Die Gasdiskussionen sind durchgehend. Warum befragt man nicht Appartment 12a? Warum schaut er sich die Fahnenstange überhaupt an? Spiegel/Winkel/Fahnenmast Debatte. Schlafen in dem Haus alle bei brennendem Licht? Es folgt eine ausführliche Debatte über die Lage von Henleys Schlafzimmer im Vergleich zur Zofe. Spoiler: Wir einigen uns nicht. Garnicht. Die Bademäntel scheinen schlecht verarbeitet worden zu sein. Der Herrenausstatter ist witzig. Ich bin ein Herr. Loriot Ablenkung. Henley kennt keine Zofe, ich bitte sie. Crippen ist immernoch so geil. Reminiszenzen. Cable ist nicht so nett zu seinem Butler. Diener sind auch Menschen. Fadenlehre. Wie, der Hatch legt einfach auf? Wir stehen alle gerade vor deiner Tür, lass uns mal rein. VanDusens Badezimmer Labor. Die Arie, diesmal sehr ausführlich. Gas Diskussion die dritte. VanDusen geht back to Basics. Wann und Wie hat der eigentlich die Bademäntel vertauscht? Also der Selbstmord am Ende ist irgendwie nicht nötig. Einer springt aus dem Fenster, der Rest guckt dumm und macht nichts. Warum wurde der Diener jetzt net verhaftet? Besucht unseren Instagram Account: https://www.instagram.com/vandusen_podcast/ Und natürlich auch unseren Blog: https://zweipluszweiistvier.wordpress.com/

Greift euch zwischen die Beine, die Damen! In dieser „Oh Baby“-Folge geht es um weibliche Selbstbefriedigung. Sich das Los rubbeln, die Muschi kraulen … Wieso haben wir eigentlich keine geilen Begriffe für das masturbieren? Leo und Josi geben ihr Bestes, einen neuen zu finden. Aber mal ganz abgesehen von der Bezeichnung, wann fangen Frauen eigentlich damit an? Wieso spielen Duschköpfe so eine große Rolle und warum sind die Wände in WGs immer zu dünn für laute Sextoys? Wie viele Frauen machen es sich eigentlich selbst und hören sie auf, sobald sie einen Partner haben? Außerdem: Tod, dem „Dead Vagina Syndrome“ und dem Pamphlet „Onania“! Ladies fasst euch an! Natürlich hat die geile „Oh Baby“-Community Leo und Josi mit ihren Masturbations-Fails unterhalten und irgendwer (wir wollen keine Namen nennen) hat schon mal Batterien für den Vibrator aus einem Kinderspielzeug gepult. Schnall euch an für eine Ode an die weibliche Selbstbefriedigung voller ungewöhnlicher Orte, um es sich selbst zu machen und natürlich Inspiration für eure eigene Lust. Wir wollen doch alle besseren Sex (und Selbstbefriedigung). ** Der Sponsor dieser Folge ist: AMORELIE ** Im Onlineshop von AMORELIE findet ihr Produkte für Frauen & Männer sowie Singles & Paare plus erklärenden Inhalten rund um Sex und eure Vorlieben. Im neuen AMORELIE Sexreport 2020/21 kam raus: 50% von 2.000 Befragten in Deutschland, Österreich und der Schweiz würden sich über ein Sextoy als Geschenk freuen. Und Weihnachten steht ja bekanntlich vor der Tür! Mit dem Gutscheincode: OHBABY20 bekommt ihr 20% Rabatt auf alles außer Geschenkkarten. Der Code ist bis zum 30.11.2021 anwendbar. Hier geht's direkt zu Amorelie: https://www.amorelie.de/?utm_source=ohbaby&utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=AK

Von Igelschnäuzchen bis Fickfrosch ist eigentlich alles irgendwie ok, aber wenn der Edmund Stoiber seiner Karin ganz zärtlich “Muschi” ins Ohr flüstert, dann stellen sich bei Lina und Heidi die Nackenhaare auf! Benutzen wir Kosenamen wie Schatzi für unsere Liebsten, weil uns unsere Mamas früher schon so genannt haben? Warum gehen uns Verniedlichungen und Kosenamen anfänglich so schwer über die Lippen? Und warum bekommt man diese Spitznamen, wenn die Herzchen-Schatzi-Lawine erstmal ins Rollen gekommen ist, nie wieder weg? Lina und Heidi diskutieren heute über die schönsten Anreden für ihre Lieblinge und deren Genitalien. Einer, der nicht nur vom Namen her einfach überzeugt und befriedigt, ist der “Satisfyer”. Wer den noch nicht kennen sollte, geht bitte mal hier lang: https://ffrl.ch/p/satisfyer Hast du Probleme zu Kommen? Dann probier' es unbedingt aus! Diese Folge wird präsentiert von RelaxRadio: dein perfekter Soundtrack für feuchtfröhliche Stunden zu zweit! SoftHits und LoveSongs nonstop auf: https://relaxradio.de Wir sind sooo gespannt, von dir zu hören! Hast du Themen, über die wir unbedingt sprechen sollten, oder Tipps und Anregungen? Was liegt dir gerade auf dem Herzen? Schreib' uns am besten bei Instagram: @feuchtfroehlich.show. Wir sind mehr als neugierig auf das, was du uns zu sagen hast! Ansonsten freuen wir uns riesig, wenn du uns auf deiner Lieblings-Podcast-Plattform abonnierst und deinen Freunden von uns erzählst.

Von Igelschnäuzchen bis Fickfrosch ist eigentlich alles irgendwie ok, aber wenn der Edmund Stoiber seiner Karin ganz zärtlich “Muschi” ins Ohr flüstert, dann stellen sich bei Lina und Heidi die Nackenhaare auf! Benutzen wir Kosenamen wie Schatzi für unsere Liebsten, weil uns unsere Mamas früher schon so genannt haben? Warum gehen uns Verniedlichungen und Kosenamen anfänglich so schwer über die Lippen? Und warum bekommt man diese Spitznamen, wenn die Herzchen-Schatzi-Lawine erstmal ins Rollen gekommen ist, nie wieder weg? Lina und Heidi diskutieren heute über die schönsten Anreden für ihre Lieblinge und deren Genitalien. Einer, der nicht nur vom Namen her einfach überzeugt und befriedigt, ist der “Satisfyer”. Wer den noch nicht kennen sollte, geht bitte mal hier lang: https://ffrl.ch/p/satisfyer Hast du Probleme zu Kommen? Dann probier' es unbedingt aus! Diese Folge wird präsentiert von RelaxRadio: dein perfekter Soundtrack für feuchtfröhliche Stunden zu zweit! SoftHits und LoveSongs nonstop auf: https://relaxradio.de Wir sind sooo gespannt, von dir zu hören! Hast du Themen, über die wir unbedingt sprechen sollten, oder Tipps und Anregungen? Was liegt dir gerade auf dem Herzen? Schreib' uns am besten bei Instagram: @feuchtfroehlich.show. Wir sind mehr als neugierig auf das, was du uns zu sagen hast! Ansonsten freuen wir uns riesig, wenn du uns auf deiner Lieblings-Podcast-Plattform abonnierst und deinen Freunden von uns erzählst.

Liebe Gaunis, alles glatt bei Euch? Die 2 Obergaunis sind wieder auf Sendung und deshalb ist für Euch auch jede Woche "Wetten, dass...?". Spitz die Ohren, Oh, seid spitz- lehnt euch zurück und geniesst! Danke an DJ MACrey, der Retter des Podcasts diese Woche!

Wenn Andy Grote, Innenminister von Hamburg, Regeln einfordert, die er selber nicht bereit ist einzuhalten, dann kann es sein, dass er an Glaubwürdigkeit verliert. Und dann kann es auch sein, dass man sich über ihn lustig macht. Die Geister, die Andy gerufen hat, scheint er nicht mehr loszuwerden. Es wird wohl in einem Rücktritt enden. Das Gute daran: Andy setzt neue Maßstäbe für Hatespeech.

Nachdem sie einmal doll nass geworden sind, haben die Ostsee-Perlen ihre Lieblingsjahreszeit „Herbst“ nochmal genauer unter die Lupe genommen und festgestellt, dass diese auch viel Unschönes zu bieten hat. Aus der verbreiteten Dunkel-Depression hilft den beiden nur noch ein lebendiger Katzenwecker, alkoholfreie Eierlikör-Muffins und ein starkes TSV Bier. Außerdem geht es um die Deutung von Toilettenträumen, Teslafahrer auf norddeutschen Autobahnen und Camouflage-Kacke auf Kinderköpfen.

Hast du einen besonderen Namen für dein Geschlechtsteil? Ich finde es etwas unfair, dass die Frau ihrem Geschlecht immer den Namen eines Tiers gibt a la: Pussy, Muschi, Maus. Und Männer nennen ihr Teil: Phallus, Schwert, Hammer. In diesem Podcast hörst du wie andere ihre Intimzone bezeichnen und woher die Unterschiede in den Bezeichnungen kommen.Hast du Feedback oder Ideen? Schreib mir per Mail: sandra@totalversext.com oder auf INSTAGRAM.

In dieser aktuellen Ladylike-Podcast-Folge begrüßt Nicole Yvonne mit den Worten „Na, Du kleine Muschi!“ und damit sind unsere beiden Podcasterinnen mitten im Thema. Ihre Podcast-Hörerin Anne hat an Ladylike geschrieben mit der Frage nach Begriffen für die weiblichen Geschlechtsorgane. Denn jetzt erst mit Mitte 40 hat sie ihre Liebe für Frauen entdeckt. Yvonne begrüßt Anne in der Welt der Frauenliebe, während Nicole schon grübelt und meint, es gebe gar nicht so viele gute Begriffe für weibliche Geschlechtsorgane. Sie selbst suche nach einem schönen erwachsenen Wort, das nicht schmutzig klingt. Bei Männern können sich Yvonne und Nicole neben dem Fachbegriff „Penis“ sehr schnell auf „Schwanz“ einigen. Bei Frauen sei das schwieriger. Yvonne hat recherchiert und schlägt „Einflugschneise“, „Muschi“ oder „Scheide“ vor. Nicole erzählt, dass in der Kita ihrer Töchter Wert daraufgelegt wurde, Geschlechtsorgane zu benennen. Das fand Nicole gut, während in ihrer Kindheit nur von „da unten“ und „untenrum“ die Rede war. In ihrer Familie hat sich inzwischen „Muschi“ durchgesetzt, ein freundliches Wort, das nicht abwertend klingt, findet Nicole, allerdings nicht so wirklich erwachsen. Yvonne schlägt weitere Begriffe vor, die Nicole kommentiert: Fortpflanzungsorgan oder Genital (zwar richtig, aber zu neutral), Möse (schlimm!), Brunnenwiese (zu blumig), Familiengruft (nein!) oder Begriffe aus der Obst-Welt wie „Kirsche“, „Pflaume“ oder „Papaya“. Das finden Nicole und Yvonne beide gut. Auch das tantrische Wort „Yoni“ kommt bei beiden gut an. Hört einfach rein, in die aktuelle Ladylike Podcast-Folge, in der Yvonne und Nicole sich über „Lusthöhle“ und „magisches Dreieck“ unterhalten und sich ganz neue Begriffe ausdenken! Habt Ihr selbst erotische Erfahrungen, eine Frage oder Story, über die Yvonne & Nicole im Ladylike-Podcast sprechen sollen? Dann schreibt uns gern an @ladylike.show auf Instagram oder kontaktiert uns über unsere Internetseite ladylike.showHört in die Folgen bei AUDIO NOW, iTunes oder Spotify rein und schreibt uns gerne eine Bewertung. Außerdem könnt ihr unseren Podcast unterstützen, indem ihr die neuen Folgen auf Euren Kanälen pusht und Euren Freunden davon erzählt.Unsere allgemeinen Datenschutzrichtlinien finden Sie unter https://art19.com/privacy. Die Datenschutzrichtlinien für Kalifornien sind unter https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info abrufbar.

Die folgende Sendung beginnt mit reichlich Verspätung. Tut uns leid, aber diese Folge scheint etwas unter Zeitdruck geraten zu sein. Woran das liegt? Am Schliefenplan, woran sonst. Ansonsten kann man nur sagen, dass sich 2015 nicht wiederholen darf. Und alles was nicht Union ist in Zukunft die Industrie enteignen will und die Planwirtschaft einführen will. 

In der heutigen Folge interviewt Lila Steffi zum Thema Schamlippen vs. Vulvalippen. Warum alle Vulven wunderschön und ganz normal sind, so wie sie sind, wie du dich mit deiner Muschi und mit deiner Weiblichkeit so richtig verbinden kannst, was du tun kannst wenn du dich für deinen Intimbereich schämst und was der Satz "Fut ist gut wenns stinken tut" damit zu tun hat, erfährst du hier bei uns. Shownotes: Erfahre mehr über uns: https://www.lovesisters.love/ “Endlich den Richtigen finden-Coaching” zum Kennenlernpreis von € 199,-: https://lovesisters1.youcanbook.me/ Selbstliebe-Workbook (for free): https://bit.ly/2G5FPMH Besuche uns auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lovesisters.love/ Komm in unsere Facebook Gruppe: https://www.facebook.com/groups/bereitdeinherzfuerdieliebezuoeffnen/

Stilvoll in die neue Woche mit hilfreichen und natürlich höchst adäquaten Lösungen für den Nahost- Konflikt. Gebt uns die Weltherrschaft, wir regeln den Shit! Song der Woche: Marie- The weekend/ save your tears Simon- Steppenwolf/ Born to be wild

Habt ihr es gehört? *Schlipp...Schlipp...Schlipp* Sie sind da und werden uns alle verschleimen! So oder so ähnlich würde es sich anhören wenn sich Michael ein völlig versextes Horror-Szenario ausdenken würde! Bianca hat ja damit angefangen also hat er ja nichts schlimmes getan! Diese Episode ist wieder mal eine Symphonie aus dem Allgemeinen Leben aber nicht nur das sondern heute erklären wir mal auf eine stumpfe Art und Weise was eigentlich Affiliate bedeutet! Hört rein und kext euch weg! - - - - - - Meinungsgeflüster Homepage: https://meinungsgeflüster.at Meinungsgeflüster auf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/meinungsgefluester/ Meinungsgeflüster auf Facebook https://www.facebook.com/meinungsgefluester Unterstütze uns auf Patreon https://www.patreon.com/meinungsgefluester?fan_landing=true Kontakt: meinungsgefluester@gmail.com - - - - - - *WERBUNG* AFB-SHOP: Hochwertige Refurbed Produkte! Die grüne Alternative zum Neukauf! https://tidd.ly/39JWTpj Unser Equipment zum nachbauen: Rodecaster: https://amzn.to/3of3ZI2 Behringer UMC404HD: https://amzn.to/3iDG5ou Marantz MPM-1000: https://amzn.to/2Y5P6x0 Mikrofonarm: https://amzn.to/2MfSNO7

Ein Outing ist immer schwer - deswegen haben das die beiden Schnuppis Lê und Maria auch bis Folge 37 heraus gezögert. Lange haben sie es also verschwiegen und auch jetzt fällt es ihnen schwer, die richtigen Worte dafür zu finden. Um was es sich handelt? Dafür hört ihr am besten mal rein. Vorab beginnt die Folge allerdings mit viel hate und selbstverständlich ist auch wieder einiges offen geblieben. Sie sprechen außerdem darüber, welche Kurse, Fortbildungen und Weiterbildungen sie in Zukunft gerne besuchen möchten. Warum Peter Zwegat sein Flipchart einpacken würde, Maria lieber auf den Brocken wandern soll (anstatt noch ein Stück Kuchen zu essen) und warum Lês Muschi langsam mutiert, erfahrt ihr wie immer in der aktuellen Folge. Wollt ihr selbst als Gast dabei sein oder habt Themen, die euch bewegen? Dann schreibt ihnen an Lemariables@ist-willig.de oder bei Facebook und Instagram. Sie freuen sich auch über Sprachnachrichten an 0173 5731 048. Foto: Matthias Baumbach Intro: Thomas Paelecke feat. Clement