The Bavarian trip
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Lisa cautiously peered out from behind her bedroom door. She was on a mission of sorts and didn’t want to draw any undue attention to herself. Seeing the hallway clear, Lisa padded her way down the carpeted hall to the top of the stairs. From this vantage point, she leaned over the railing and clearly see her mother, father and little brother seated in the living room watching TV.
Touching down on each step as quietly as she could, Lisa silently made her way downstairs and turned right to access the kitchen via the downstairs hall. She made her way to the fridge and pulled slow and hard until the door opened. Rummaging around, she finally found what she was looking for in the meat drawer.
The plastic bag was still sealed, and Lisa quickly looked around finding a pair of kitchen shears in the knife block on the counter. With a deft slit, Lisa cut the bag wide enough for her to reach in. Hesitantly, Lisa pulled out a good sized Bavarian smokie, still linked to its mate, and swiftly pocketed both of them.
Lisa retraced her steps back to her bedroom without anyone seeming to be the wiser. She closed her bedroom door, twisting the knob to lock it tight. Her nervousness manifested itself with her breath becoming fast and shallow, and she sensed the slight tremor in her hands as she walked to dresser.
Several hours earlier, Lisa had absconded with a half bottle of baby oil from her parent’s bedroom en-suite and secreted it in her room. If she forgot or couldn’t manage to replace the bottle in the bedroom’s bathroom, she would claim she needed it for her cuticles.
Simple.
Scooping up the bottle of oil, Lisa removed the smokies from her pocket and sat down on the edge of her bed. Placing the bottle beside her, Lisa took the time to examine the linked sausages and held her breath to calm herself down. They looked large, perhaps 41/2 to 5 inches in length and larger in girth than she expected. Each had a gentle curve, but one had a more attractive rounded end than the other.
She choose the rounded tip Bavarian, and pulled mightily to separate the conjoined smokies. With a pop, the casing tore apart and Lisa was left holding the instrument of her own decision. She felt her heart skip a beat as she noticed how nicely the sausage fit in her hand. With a heavy sigh, Lisa stood up to untie her grey sweatpants.
With a quick little tug the draw-strings released their bow and fell limply in front. Lisa could hear her heart beating in her ears as she pushed the garment to the floor and stepped out of them. She felt hot in the face and had to sit down again. Her legs were definitely rubbery feeling and she was sure her knees were knocking together.
For a fleeting second Lisa thought that she might throw up as her stomach tightened. She felt a little light-headed, and sat motionless until the sensation passed. She peered down at her bare legs and saw that her thighs were clamped shut, and she had to consciously relax them till they parted naturally.
“Now or never!’ Lisa thought. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pale lemon yellow panties and eased them past her hips. Rising up, she speedily pulled her panties over her bottom until her thighs spread them wide, then pulled them off one leg and disentangled the other from the twisted yellow cotton.
Leaning back to rest on one arm, Lisa timidly reached for her pussy, brushing the light auburn curls with the tip of her fingers. Her tender labia were closed, forming a perfect fleshy ‘V.’ She peered over her abdomen, opened her legs further and watched her hand glide over her silky pale skin.
Lisa had learned that touching herself ‘down there’ was pleasurable from an early age. As a c***d, she remembered her mother chastising her for doing it while watching TV once. Being open, her mother tried to explain things to her in a format she could understand at her age. It wasn’t forbidden, but rather something that was done in privacy.
Her fingers pressed past her outer folds and slipped smoothly between her delicate inner lips. With her middle finger, Lisa vigorously rubbed the covering over her clitty and bit her bottom lip with the intense pleasure it gave her. She felt aroused now rather than nervous. Pausing, Lisa reached for the Bavarian smokie and began to massage it over her pussy.
Reclining on the bed, Lisa cocked her knees and marvelled by how firm and large the sausage now felt. She reached for the bottle of baby oil and squeezed a generous amount into her hand and proceeded to lubricate herself for penetration. Lisa worked the sausage to her pink opening and began to push it gently to get it past her youthful lips.
Instinctively she raised her legs with toes pointed in order to loosen her pussy. Near panting and grunting now, Lisa pushed hard one more time and was rewarded with the Bavarian plunging inside her body… and the slightly searing pain of tearing tissue.
The pleasure and pain intertwined, and Lisa could no longer tell the difference between the two. She felt full and stuffed, her muscles learning to adapt to the new experience. Lisa held the sausage deeply inside her pussy trying hard not to move it, or herself a fraction of an inch. She tried to savour the sensations, her tight pussy stretched to grip the Bavarian smokie tightly, the light burning sensation just inside her opening and how her insides bore down on it.
With her free hand, Lisa reached down to feel how her pussy felt, her fingers following the taut flesh as it encircled the sausage. Experimentally, she started to hump the sausage ever so slightly. Feeling exhilarated, Lisa grew bolder and started masturbating herself and rubbing her clit at the same time.
Her head thrashed from side to side as her pleasure grew. Lisa’s toes curled in response as she now plunged the Bavarian as hard and fast as she could stand, her fingers rubbing herself with ferocity. She made herself cum and moaned aloud as the wave swept over her.
Lisa’s body convulsed once more. She felt exhausted and was covered in a fine sweat. The insides of her upper thighs ached and her ankles felt like they tighten in spasm. The inside of her bra was soaked and her bangs were matted to her forehead. Slowly, Lisa let her legs down and threw an arm over her bare tummy.
She took several more minutes to reconcile herself, and noticed that she still held the smokie in her hand. It glistened with oil in the subdued light… then she noticed the speckling of fresh blood – her blood.
It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, and definitely not as bad as her schoolmates had claimed. Lisa was now a woman, and with all the pleasures and doable things it entailed. She looked the sausage over and reached down to her pussy to wipe herself with her fingers.
Leaning over to the night table, Lisa grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned herself then her organic dildo. She hid the slightly bloodied Kleenex deep in her wastepaper basket, inside a torn envelope. With hope, her mother would never see it. The Bavarian was the next to be disposed of, and eating it seemed to be the most logical. Lisa slowly chewed the sausage down, making all evidence disappear.
Redressing, she thought it would be prudent to tuck some more Kleenex into her panties, believing that being safe was far better than being sorry. Standing was a bit difficult, not to mention walking. Lisa circled her bedroom trying to work the kinks and sore muscles she had never used before. She looked over herself once in the mirror, attempted an innocent smiling face and exited her bedroom.
Lisa was going to try to put the other Bavarian sausage back, before anyone could tell it was missing, but it was too late. Her father stood behind the counter cutting the links apart and scoring the skins in order to place them on the Bar-b-Que.
“Hay Spunky! What’cha up to?” He father asked joyfully.
“Nothing,” Lisa replied still smiling. “Guess you might want this!”
Lisa placed the Bavarian she was holding on the plate before her. She tried in vain to make eye contact with her father, but to no avail.
He father looked at her puzzled. “Got a little hungry early I see. How many do you want?”
“I’m stuffed! Lisa exclaimed. “Maybe a small skinny one this time around!”
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Touching down on each step as quietly as she could, Lisa silently made her way downstairs and turned right to access the kitchen via the downstairs hall. She made her way to the fridge and pulled slow and hard until the door opened. Rummaging around, she finally found what she was looking for in the meat drawer.
The plastic bag was still sealed, and Lisa quickly looked around finding a pair of kitchen shears in the knife block on the counter. With a deft slit, Lisa cut the bag wide enough for her to reach in. Hesitantly, Lisa pulled out a good sized Bavarian smokie, still linked to its mate, and swiftly pocketed both of them.
Lisa retraced her steps back to her bedroom without anyone seeming to be the wiser. She closed her bedroom door, twisting the knob to lock it tight. Her nervousness manifested itself with her breath becoming fast and shallow, and she sensed the slight tremor in her hands as she walked to dresser.
Several hours earlier, Lisa had absconded with a half bottle of baby oil from her parent’s bedroom en-suite and secreted it in her room. If she forgot or couldn’t manage to replace the bottle in the bedroom’s bathroom, she would claim she needed it for her cuticles.
Simple.
Scooping up the bottle of oil, Lisa removed the smokies from her pocket and sat down on the edge of her bed. Placing the bottle beside her, Lisa took the time to examine the linked sausages and held her breath to calm herself down. They looked large, perhaps 41/2 to 5 inches in length and larger in girth than she expected. Each had a gentle curve, but one had a more attractive rounded end than the other.
She choose the rounded tip Bavarian, and pulled mightily to separate the conjoined smokies. With a pop, the casing tore apart and Lisa was left holding the instrument of her own decision. She felt her heart skip a beat as she noticed how nicely the sausage fit in her hand. With a heavy sigh, Lisa stood up to untie her grey sweatpants.
With a quick little tug the draw-strings released their bow and fell limply in front. Lisa could hear her heart beating in her ears as she pushed the garment to the floor and stepped out of them. She felt hot in the face and had to sit down again. Her legs were definitely rubbery feeling and she was sure her knees were knocking together.
For a fleeting second Lisa thought that she might throw up as her stomach tightened. She felt a little light-headed, and sat motionless until the sensation passed. She peered down at her bare legs and saw that her thighs were clamped shut, and she had to consciously relax them till they parted naturally.
“Now or never!’ Lisa thought. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pale lemon yellow panties and eased them past her hips. Rising up, she speedily pulled her panties over her bottom until her thighs spread them wide, then pulled them off one leg and disentangled the other from the twisted yellow cotton.
Leaning back to rest on one arm, Lisa timidly reached for her pussy, brushing the light auburn curls with the tip of her fingers. Her tender labia were closed, forming a perfect fleshy ‘V.’ She peered over her abdomen, opened her legs further and watched her hand glide over her silky pale skin.
Lisa had learned that touching herself ‘down there’ was pleasurable from an early age. As a c***d, she remembered her mother chastising her for doing it while watching TV once. Being open, her mother tried to explain things to her in a format she could understand at her age. It wasn’t forbidden, but rather something that was done in privacy.
Her fingers pressed past her outer folds and slipped smoothly between her delicate inner lips. With her middle finger, Lisa vigorously rubbed the covering over her clitty and bit her bottom lip with the intense pleasure it gave her. She felt aroused now rather than nervous. Pausing, Lisa reached for the Bavarian smokie and began to massage it over her pussy.
Reclining on the bed, Lisa cocked her knees and marvelled by how firm and large the sausage now felt. She reached for the bottle of baby oil and squeezed a generous amount into her hand and proceeded to lubricate herself for penetration. Lisa worked the sausage to her pink opening and began to push it gently to get it past her youthful lips.
Instinctively she raised her legs with toes pointed in order to loosen her pussy. Near panting and grunting now, Lisa pushed hard one more time and was rewarded with the Bavarian plunging inside her body… and the slightly searing pain of tearing tissue.
The pleasure and pain intertwined, and Lisa could no longer tell the difference between the two. She felt full and stuffed, her muscles learning to adapt to the new experience. Lisa held the sausage deeply inside her pussy trying hard not to move it, or herself a fraction of an inch. She tried to savour the sensations, her tight pussy stretched to grip the Bavarian smokie tightly, the light burning sensation just inside her opening and how her insides bore down on it.
With her free hand, Lisa reached down to feel how her pussy felt, her fingers following the taut flesh as it encircled the sausage. Experimentally, she started to hump the sausage ever so slightly. Feeling exhilarated, Lisa grew bolder and started masturbating herself and rubbing her clit at the same time.
Her head thrashed from side to side as her pleasure grew. Lisa’s toes curled in response as she now plunged the Bavarian as hard and fast as she could stand, her fingers rubbing herself with ferocity. She made herself cum and moaned aloud as the wave swept over her.
Lisa’s body convulsed once more. She felt exhausted and was covered in a fine sweat. The insides of her upper thighs ached and her ankles felt like they tighten in spasm. The inside of her bra was soaked and her bangs were matted to her forehead. Slowly, Lisa let her legs down and threw an arm over her bare tummy.
She took several more minutes to reconcile herself, and noticed that she still held the smokie in her hand. It glistened with oil in the subdued light… then she noticed the speckling of fresh blood – her blood.
It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, and definitely not as bad as her schoolmates had claimed. Lisa was now a woman, and with all the pleasures and doable things it entailed. She looked the sausage over and reached down to her pussy to wipe herself with her fingers.
Leaning over to the night table, Lisa grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned herself then her organic dildo. She hid the slightly bloodied Kleenex deep in her wastepaper basket, inside a torn envelope. With hope, her mother would never see it. The Bavarian was the next to be disposed of, and eating it seemed to be the most logical. Lisa slowly chewed the sausage down, making all evidence disappear.
Redressing, she thought it would be prudent to tuck some more Kleenex into her panties, believing that being safe was far better than being sorry. Standing was a bit difficult, not to mention walking. Lisa circled her bedroom trying to work the kinks and sore muscles she had never used before. She looked over herself once in the mirror, attempted an innocent smiling face and exited her bedroom.
Lisa was going to try to put the other Bavarian sausage back, before anyone could tell it was missing, but it was too late. Her father stood behind the counter cutting the links apart and scoring the skins in order to place them on the Bar-b-Que.
“Hay Spunky! What’cha up to?” He father asked joyfully.
“Nothing,” Lisa replied still smiling. “Guess you might want this!”
Lisa placed the Bavarian she was holding on the plate before her. She tried in vain to make eye contact with her father, but to no avail.
He father looked at her puzzled. “Got a little hungry early I see. How many do you want?”
“I’m stuffed! Lisa exclaimed. “Maybe a small skinny one this time around!”
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