In the small bakery in Detmold, it always smelled of fresh bread and sweet yeast dough. The ovens glowed continuously, and the constant thumping of the dough kneading machines set the rhythm of everyday work. Petra got to know my colleagues at company parties, when the boss would once again propose a toast to the good business. Sometimes, when the pre-Christmas season approached and orders overflowed, she helped out. Her petite figure moved skillfully between the sacks of flour and the shelves, while her big brown eyes observed everything closely.
Petra’s presence noticeably changed the atmosphere in the bakery. The tight jeans she wore highlighted her firm butt in a way that no male hand went unnoticed. When she bent down to fill a bread shelf, movements at the workstations paused briefly. Thomas and Ingo didn’t try to hide what they were thinking.
“Look at that little ass,” whispered Thomas as he shaped a dough lump. “I’d love to take her.” Ingo nodded in agreement, his nearly two-meter-tall figure leaning over the counter. “The little ones are always the wildest.”
Later in the week, when the customer silence fell, I heard more about their plans. “If you ever want to give one away, man,” said Thomas, wiping flour from his apron, “then let me know. We’ll take care of your little one.” Ingo laughed deep in his throat. “Two cocks for a little slut – that’s fair.” I felt my stomach muscles contract, but I didn’t say anything.
On our nights, when Petra was lying next to me and her hair was disheveled on the pillow, my fantasies came up. “Imagine,” I whispered in her ear as my hand slid over her skin, “two men taking you at the same time. One in your mouth, the other in your tight little cunt.” Petra’s breathing quickened. “With big cocks,” she replied softly. “Very big, thick cocks that pull me apart.” She turned to me, her nipples hard against my chest. “Do you know any?”
Thomas and Ingo immediately came to mind. “They have big tails,” I admitted, “but they’re pigs. You’re too petite for guys like that.” I told her about the rumors, how they had chased one of the saleswomen naked through the warehouses, how they had nothing but fucking on their minds. Petra listened attentively, but there was something in her eyes that I couldn’t name.
That Saturday I packed my backpack. “I’m going hiking with Walter and my brother,” I said to Petra while she packed me a snack. “We’re probably back late.” I had told it in the store, and I didn’t know that my words fell like seeds on fertile ground.
Years later, when we were already in swinger clubs and our boundaries had long since disappeared, Petra told me the truth. On that Saturday, when the sun was high in the sky and I trudged for miles through the woods, the doorbell rang.
She was only wearing a short nightgown when she opened the door and found Thomas and Ingo there. “Is Andreas home?” Ingo asked charmingly, as if he knew nothing. “We just wanted to stop by for a beer.” Petra’s hands twitched nervously on the fabric of her nightgown. “He’s hiking,” she said truthfully. “He’ll be back in the evening.” Ingo smiled, and at that moment, Petra knew this was no chance encounter. “A little beer won’t hurt,” he gently persuaded. After a brief hesitation, she stepped aside. In the kitchen, Petra served a cold Detmolder beer.
The bottles sweated in her hands as she filled the glasses, it was a very warm day already Ingo sat down opposite her, his big hands on the table. “You seem so small in this big house,” he said softly, and Petra’s cheeks tinted. She remembered my nocturnal whispers, the remarks about her height compared to the men.
Ingo got up and walked behind her. His hands slid under the thin nightgown, found her small breasts and began to massage her. Petra’s body tensed, but she didn’t resist. His fingers pinched her nipples, which immediately hardened. Thomas had meanwhile knelt on the floor and pulled down little underpants. His tongue found her small, already wet cunt, and he licked extensively while Petra’s hands buried themselves in Ingo’s hair.
Ingo opened his pants and took out his cock.
He was taller and thicker than Petra had imagined. He held it out right in front of her mouth, and after the initial shock, she took it in both hands. Her tongue played around the glans while her lips slowly glided over the shaft. Ingo moaned as she began to nibble, gently at first, then harder. After a while, Ingo grabbed Petra’s head with both hands. “Open your mouth,” he commanded softly but firmly. He pressed his cock into her mouth, deeper and deeper, until Petra began to gag. He was not interested. He moved rhythmically, slowly at first, then faster and faster, while Thomas lifted her legs and his tongue penetrated deeper into her. Suddenly, Petra felt Thomas’ thick penis at her entrance. Without warning, he rammed himself brutally into her, so aggressively and deeply that she screamed in pain. Her scream choked in Ingo’s cock, which continued to fill her mouth. The two men only became with their moans.
Thomas fucked her hard from behind while Ingo abused her mouth.
Petra’s body twitched under the simultaneous shocks. She had never felt anything like it before – the fullness, the intensity, the painful pleasure. An orgasm went through her so violently that she begged for more. “Please, more,” she gasped between the thrusts. “Fuck me harder.”
The two had the whole day. They switched positions, fucked her in the mouth, in her cunt, in her tight ass. Twice they took her in the threesome position at the same time, one cock in her cunt, the other in her ass, while Petra screamed and begged for mercy. For seven hours they abused her body, stretching her tight pussy so far that I noticed it days later during sex. “You’re so easy going today,” I said in amazement as I penetrated her. “Feels good.”
Petra was silent at the time, but years later, when we had already explored our limits in swinger clubs, she told me everything. It explained the looks that Thomas and Ingo gave me in the bakery, the conspiratorial smiles that had always been incomprehensible to me. In those seven hours, Petra had learned more about herself than in all the years before Ingo and Thomas kept coming whenever I wasn’t home, tho were rough swine’s misusing Petra, however she liked it to be a submissive slut and to be used hard by men
