Our sauna adventure, along with those seven hours of intense sex with Ingo and Thomas, completely changed Petra. A relentless desire now burned within her, like an open wound that wouldn’t heal. The fantasies she had previously only whispered to herself were no longer just fantasies—they had become plans that needed to be carried out.
We tried to make contact with attractive men outside our circle of friends, those who didn’t belong to our religious community. This was quite difficult in such a small town. Perhaps we didn’t know how to go about it properly. In the 1980s, there were no social apps like those we have today. Newspaper ads seemed like a good option, but it was still hard to remain anonymous. We really had no good ideas regarding how to approach this situation. As later events would show, all these carefully designed plans did fall apart in the Petra’s lust to have sex with many men.
My colleague Thomas happened to meet Petra on the public market day in Detmold. She was just buying a delicious, fresh bratwurst from a butcher, straight from the grill.
Thomas immediately tried to get close to Petra again and asked if she wouldn’t like to have sex with him once more. It seemed like she was open to his offer. After all, we hadn’t been able to arrange any sexual encounters with other men. Petra worked part-time on Saturdays at the bakery. Ingo and Thomas became increasingly persistent in their attempts to get close to her. Our boss yelled at them several times, telling them to stop.
Petra had definitely changed. She needed rough sex with multiple men. I loved watching, either secretly or right there on the spot. Eventually, her favorite fantasy came up in conversation. Thomas said, “No problem at all. We’ll have sex in the bakery. Just come to work earlier, and then we’ll take care of you properly.”
Done and done. It seemed to us the simplest way to bring our mutual fantasies to life. So, the following Saturday, we arrived at the bakery an hour and a half early.
Ingo, Thomas, and Gunther were already there. They had arrived earlier and invited Gunther to join them. Petra said she wanted several men with her. In her opinion, at least three men were necessary.
The three of them acted like predators who had already detected their prey, even before they made any move to catch it. After a brief, almost polite exchange of words, which served merely as a pretext, they began to strip Petra of her clothes. Her garments fell to the ground one by one, until she was completely naked. Ingo, with a wide grin on his face, tied a small, white apron around her waist. What a jerk.
The white cloth stood in sharp contrast to her tan skin, emphasizing her curves in a nearly obscene way. Petra loved it. It was clear from her expression as she raised her head, tilted her chin slightly, and eagerly moved her hips as the three men began to touch her without any hesitation. Their hands moved over her breasts, buttocks, and between her legs. Petra was already excited—her nipples hard, her labia swollen. Ingo said, “Damn, Petra, you’re such a pretty little slut!” “Today, we’re going to make your pussy burn with desire.”
The men’s three dicks were already fully erect, thick and proud, craving attention. Petra didn’t hesitate. She knelt down in front of the three men, her movements smooth and deliberate. She began to suck each dick one by one. Her tongue licked the tips of their dicks, her lips tightly enclosing their shafts. Meanwhile, she stroked their dicks with her hands, making sure no one was neglected. The salty taste of desire lingered on her tongue. Ingo didn’t wait long. He leaned forward, grabbed Petra’s hips and thighs, and lifted her up like a sack of flour. Petra gasped in surprise, but her legs instinctively spread wide. Gunther, who was quick to act, seized the opportunity. He knelt down in front of Petra’s wet pussy, parted her labia with his fingers, and began to lick her. His tongue penetrated deeply inside her, while he sucked on her clit. Petra reacted immediately: her head threw back, and a deep, lustful moan escaped her throat.
“Well, you little slut,” Ingo grunted, holding her firmly in place. “Now you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” Thomas, not wanting to stay idle, held one of Petra’s thighs steady for Ingo. Ingo positioned his thick, hard penis at her tight anus and thrust it inside without warning. Petra screamed loudly, her cry echoing throughout the bakery. Back and forth, out of her anus, then deeper in, all the way to his testicles. No one said anything, Petra’s moans and cries were clearly heard.
None of the people who may have returned home late on the street could see what was going on in the bakery, but they could definitely hear it.
Ingo carried out his actions in a methodical manner, thrusting into Petra with brutal precision, while Gunther kept licking her pussy non-stop. Thomas pressed Petra’s upper body down, forcing her to take his penis in her mouth. She sucked, licked, and gently bit his cockhead, while being fucked from both sides. The four of them made so much noise during sex that the clattering of the wooden shelves was barely audible over the noise. Petra moaned constantly, sometimes gagging when Thomas pushed his penis too far into her throat. She screamed loudly when Ingo increased the intensity of his thrusts.
Amidst the moans and screams, Petra whispered, begging for more. “Can’t you at least lay me in front of a shop window and fuck me there?” she gasped, her voice broken with desire.
The idea was so absurd, so dangerous, that the men’s brains temporarily stopped functioning, driven purely by testosterone. And so it was done. Petra was laid on a long wooden table right in front of the large shop windows. She had to get on her hands and knees, with her body facing the street. She was easy noticeably from the street but for the missing light which did hide the four somewhat. But of course, it was after midnight, so there was no one around, still better so was my thought. Thankfully, otherwise we would’ve gotten into huge trouble. The old man would have thrown us all out.
There was no light at all. I was in control of the situation. Those idiots must be crazy. Ingo is such a stupid bastard. Gunther stood in front of her and fucked her mouth, while Thomas fucked her from behind. Thomas said, “Damn, Petra, your pussy is so tight, that’s unbelievable.” Petra moaned and said, “Your dick is so big and thick, that’s why.” It didn’t take long before the moans, screams of pleasure, grunts, and Petra’s whimpering could be heard.
Ingo roughly handled her breasts and nipples. Petra was completely aroused now. Her skin was hot, and her face was red from exertion and excitement. She wanted more, harder, more intense stimulation.
Ingo, that bastard, just lay back and played with Petra’s breasts. He had already ejaculated earlier; Petra had received his semen in her anus.
He came up with one of his idiotic ideas again. None of us had any inkling what he was going to do. Ingo waited for someone to come home late from the bar. And sure enough, a few guys, completely drunk, staggered down the street. That bastard actually turned on the lights in the shop. Thomas, Gunther, and Petra were so busy having sex that they didn’t notice anything until the men started shouting and clapping outside. Petra had an intense orgasm. She writhed in ecstasy, her muscles contracting as waves of pleasure rushed through her body. Gunther ejaculated on her face. At that moment, Thomas didn’t care at all if any men were watching. Petra was nothing more than a vessel for his lust. He moaned and poured his semen into her vagina.
A dull banging against the glass made the pane vibrate. The men outside were completely frantic. It wasn’t a gentle knock at all, but rather the demands of men who had lost all restraint. The faces outside were distorted, pale in the light of the streetlights. Their voices were muffled, but still audible through the window: “Let us join in too, you perverted pigs!”
Petra was still lying on the table, bent over with her knees raised. Her body trembled irregularly, still reeling from her intense orgasm. Sweat and other bodily fluids glistened on her skin, mixed with a little white flour that covered her arms. She raised her head slowly, her hair sticking to her face. She stared through the window. Instead of shame or fear, her eyes held a wild, almost frenzied expression of defiance. Her lips formed a smile, and her eyes reflected pure, insatiable desire. Ingo, who still held the light switch in his hand, watched the group outside the window. His grin grew wider, reaching his ears. He pushed past Gunther, whose pants were still hanging around his ankles, and strode toward the front door.
I tried to stop him, but it was too late. The lock clicked loudly, and he pulled the door open.“The shop is open. Come in and take a look at the “small exhibits.”
Four men rushed in, accompanied by a rush of cold night air, along with the smell of cheap beer and cigarette smoke. They resembled one giant entity, clad in woolen jackets and leather. They were driven by a single impulse. Their pants were already half-unfastened, belts slung loosely, and their erect penises were visible even before the door closed behind them.
Petra didn’t have time to understand what was happening, let alone react. Hands grabbed her, pulling her away from her stable position on the table. She was turned around, pushed around, like a puppet in the hands of a giant. Suddenly, she was surrounded—not by her colleagues, but by four strange, smelly men.
One of the newcomers, a guy with a bald head and a three-day beard, immediately pressed himself between her legs. He didn’t need any preparations or lubrication—Petra’s vagina was already soaked with Thomas’s semen and her own juices. With a grunt, he pushed himself inside her, deeply and brutally, causing Petra to gasp for air. Her body was thrown forward, right into the next man. The second man, tall and thin, with a nose that looked like a potato, took advantage of the situation.He grabbed Petra by her hair, pulled her head back, and thrust his thick penis into her mouth without mercy. “All the way in, you bitch,” he growled, as he filled her throat with his penis.
Petra choked, her eyes widened. Tears of excitement and physical shock streamed down her cheeks. The bakery, which moments earlier had been a place of secret fantasies, now became a public brothel. The sweet scent of dough was overwhelmed by the pungent smell of sweat, semen, and unrestrained desire. The atmosphere shifted from intimate intimacy to a chaotic orgy. Everything happened right in that brightly lit shop.
Petra, that little whore, as she saw herself at that moment, surrendered herself to the storm of desire. She was pushed back and forth between those strange bodies, a plaything of flesh and lust. Every thrust from the bald man inside her pussy pushed her further down onto his penis, and vice versa. She had no control anymore, no way to breathe or think. All she felt was the hard dicks and dirty fingers. “Look at these boobs,” a voice rasped in her ear. “Perfect for fucking.”
Someone pulled at her nipples, causing sharp pain that rushed straight to her lower abdomen, intensifying her arousal even more. Then she felt cold, wet fingers on her ass.
A third man had knelt behind her, while the other continued to fuck her from the front. He spat loudly on his index finger, then on his middle finger, and pressed them against her tight anus. Petra tensed up for a moment, then deliberately relaxed. She let out a moan that echoed around the cock in her mouth. His fingers stretched her, preparing her for what was to come.
Ingo, Thomas, Gunther, and I stood a little apart, with our hands in our pockets or touching our own genitals, watching what was happening. They were now merely spectators in a “theater” that Petra had created herself. The show became increasingly intense. Petra felt as though she were torn apart into two halves. But that was exactly what she wanted. The trembling, the vibrations in her legs wouldn’t stop; they grew stronger and spread throughout her entire body. She wasn’t human anymore—she was merely a vessel for the lust of those strangers, a conduit for their desires.
She briefly opened her mouth, gasped for breath, spat on the ground, before screaming again, “More! I want the whole city to hear me!” Her voice was hoarse, barely recognizable. But it cut through the noise of the blows and moans like a whip. The bald man just laughed and pounded into her even harder. His hips struck her buttocks loudly. “Then scream, you bitch!” He grabbed her apron, tore it apart with such force that the fabric snapped, and used it like a rein to pull her down onto him even further.
Petra screamed. She screamed out her desire, until the windows seemed to vibrate with her cries. One of the men slapped her face, breasts, and buttocks so hard that her body turned red. I’m sure Petra will have bruises tomorrow. But she wanted this anyway. There was no turning back anymore—no morals, no bakery, no anonymity. Only this endless moment of complete surrender of her body, as four strangers used her at the same time, and she enjoyed every second of it.
Ingo finally turned off the light, and darkness swallowed them once again. It was time to get dressed for the workday. He simply threw those old guys out. “Shut up!” he yelled at them. “Don’t say a word about this, or I’ll beat you up!”
