In my attic

In the old house of my grandmother, I had set up a place to stay in her old floor chamber, which was very comfortable and contained, besides an old chest, an old armchair, a stool and an old couch. I liked to stay here during the summer holidays and in my free time to read in peace, listen to soft music, dream and to jerk off with pleasure. Here I was completely undisturbed and could do what I wanted. The ideal nest to not only jerk off, but also to seduce willing young girls.

My grandmother lived in the gabled flat and one floor below there was a family with several children whose father was a wild drunkard. Very often you could hear noise and insane screaming from the apartment and I felt very sorry for the oldest girl who lived there. I had seen her on the stairs several times before. She had red-blonde braids, freckles around her nose and always wore old worn out clothes that made her ugly. So she looked a bit like Pippi Longstocking, so I just called her Pippi to myself. She worked in the near consumption, never looked at me during our encounters, but always greeted me quietly, but very friendly.

One day, as I was just going up the stairs, the door to her apartment suddenly blew open, Pippi stormed out of the apartment followed by her insane father and hid behind my back, trembling with fear, holding on to my jacket with her trembling hands.

The father shouted something like "you bitch and I'm going to show you who's master of the house" and continued to storm towards me, unimpressed by my presence. Since he did not stop, I hit him in the chest with full force and quickly followed with a liver hook, which sent him to his knees. Panting and with a painfully distorted look, the tall man knelt before me and tried to grab me with one hand. Now it was finally enough for me, I grabbed him by the hairs of the back of his head with one hand, bent over to him and said loudly to him that I would break every bone in his body if he dared to touch one of his children again. That was the end of the matter for me.

Pippi fled into the arms of her mother who appeared in the doorway and I went upstairs. But the next day the theatre started all over again when I heard screaming again from the downstairs flat in the late afternoon. I ran downstairs, tore open the door and saw the father trying to beat one of the little girls with a belt in the living room. I fell into his arm and then beat him mercilessly. Hit hard, the fifty year old man went down and seemed to understand for the first time that I was serious. From then on there was indeed peace and quiet in the apartment, when I climbed up the loudly creaking old stairs the next day, the door suddenly flew open again, Pippi stormed out, gave me a short, firm hug and disappeared again just as quickly as she had come. During the short hug I felt clearly small, plump breasts with pointed nipples on my chest and thought to myself, well, if that couldn't get interesting.

And it did get interesting, because the next afternoon, when I was upstairs in my floor chamber, I suddenly heard the creaking of the old floor door in the corridor. I stuck my head out of my floor chamber and there stood Pippi in the middle of the corridor, her hands crossed in front of her dress, looking at me in shame. I walked towards her and as I stood directly in front of her she quickly pressed herself against me again, but now she also put her arms around my neck, her cheek against my cheek, and whispered that she didn't know how to thank me at all, because since I had shown her father what it was like to be helpless, there was peace and quiet in the apartment and her father wouldn't hit her anymore.

Well, I already know how she could thank me, I answer deftly and ask her to come with me to my attic. Pippi became fire red, which made her freckles even more beautiful, but followed me into my chamber with downcast eyes.

Inside, she looked around and a smile appeared on her face, as she must have liked what she saw. I asked her to sit down, which she did quickly, and then I offered her a coke, which she gladly took.

I put on a plate of carat and when I turned around, Pippi had an old tome in her hand, which I had lying next to the old couch. It was about health, medicine and the like and was written in 1911. In the old book there was also a picture of a young girl who had a thermometer inserted into her bottom while lying on her side. One of my favourite pictures in the book, as well as the chapter on rectal fever measurement. So Pippi flipped through the thousand pages of the tome and quietly asked if I had read all of it? I say clearly. Pippi was silent again for a while, turned the pages and then asked if I was interested? I said, yes, I'm really interested and if I could show her a favourite chapter? She nodded, I sat down next to her on the old couch and opened the chapter on rectal fever measurement with a sure hand.

Pippi read the headline and asked me what "rectal" would mean? I explained to Pippi that anything you can put in her butt, for example, can be called a rectal insertion. For example, a clinical thermometer can be inserted rectally, a suppository rectally and so on. Pippi turned flaming red again, especially when I turned a page and the picture with the young girl appeared. I whispered in her ear, exactly that and so many more things I would like to do with her and that would be thanks enough for me. Pippi kept looking at the picture and then said bashfully, "Do you have one of those thermometers? I took her by the hand, stood up with her and led her to the old chest of drawers in the corner of my floor closet. I pulled open the top drawer where I was hoarding my little sex arsenal that I had put on over time. Next to an old GDR fever thermometer there were candles in different sizes, a stethoscope and a very large thermometer which was actually needed for boiling glasses.

Pippi got big eyes, ran a finger carefully over the thermometer and then whispered: So you want to examine me, just like at the doctor's? I nodded with a dry throat, waiting for her to refuse, but she simply said: "Well, examine me, if that gives you so much pleasure.

I told her that she had to undress for that and then sit on the couch first, because I wanted to listen to her heart. She nodded again, then turned away from me and started to open her long braids. With her back to me she pulled the old dress over her shoulders, let it slide to the floor and took off her underwear as well. Then she turned naked to me and a quiet wow escaped me, because the ugly duckling had turned into a beautiful swan. The formerly red-blonde long thin plaits had literally exploded into a red-blonde curl that rolled over her narrow shoulders.

Her naked body was immaculate, beautiful small firm breasts, a flat belly, wide hips, a beautiful little Venus mound with a trace of red-blonde pubic hair. I had already had a quick look at her small, crunchy buttocks. Pippi now quickly sat down on my old couch and I sat down next to her. I listened to her back with the stethoscope and with one hand I tenderly embraced one of her breasts. Pippi didn't fight back, on the contrary she started to breathe faster while her small nipple became very hard. I briefly released the stethoscope and took her other small breast in my hand, so that I could feel both of her nipples between my fingers.

Pippi began to sigh softly as I started to work on her nipples and brought them to their peak with my fingers. As I did so, our lips almost automatically found themselves together in a long kiss that Pippi enjoyed very much. Pippi also had to clearly feel my hard cock on her hips as I was very close to her.

After the long kiss, I asked Pippi to lay her stomach over the old chest, which Pippi did immediately. I stopped inside for a moment and enjoyed the sight that Pippi now offered me. The red blonde curls falling over her shoulders on her back and the small, bulging buttocks under which you could see the red blonde pubic hair of her little pussy. Since I could not stand it any longer, I also undressed completely, so that my tight cock finally came out of its prison. When I approached Pippi with the thermometer in my hand, she looked sideways first at the thermometer and then at my big hard cock. I sat down next to Pippi on the small stool, pulled her small buttocks apart with pleasure and looked at her small anus and her sweet, narrow labia, between which the little clit seemed to emerge in a pink colour.

I now placed the ball of the clinical thermometer on her anus and watched as the small thick ball gently widened the narrow anus, only to disappear into it. Pippi sighed softly and I slowly pushed the thermometer further into her narrow bottom. As I did so, I just couldn't help but bend forward and play around the cute clit with my tongue.

Pippi's breath suddenly accelerated and became even faster as the thermometer now penetrated her bottom as far as it would go. I left it inside for a while and during that time I pushed my tongue a little bit into her little pussy hole. Immediately Pippi's hand came back and fought me off, exactly what I had expected as a reaction, because Pippi was clearly still a virgin. I slowly pulled the thermometer out of her bottom, then stood up and fetched several of the candles. Pippi's gaze followed me across the room and naturally clung to my stiff cock.