Later on Saturday evening we were lying on my bed - there were only a few candles burning. We hadn't dressed yet. I was on my back, and Traudl very close beside me, her face resting on my shoulder. She was very quiet now, and she was crying. She held me ever so tight with her left hand, as if I was a lifebuoy that kept her from drowning. Only now and then some tentative fingers caressed my skin, and a few times she moved her head and suckled my breast, as if she was a baby. "I think you did for her something that perhaps had never happened before", is what my friend Duncan wrote in his comment. I cannot say - yet, but I want to find out.

Phillip was lying behind Traudl and holding on to her. I knew that he was thoroughly pleased. It seemed that what had happened had met his expectations, he had been able to act out his fantasy. He had entered Traudl from behind and moved gently inside her, while his hand reached over to me, too - when I closed me eyes, it was sometimes difficult to distinguish the exploring hands. Traudl let Phillip go on, but she didn't physically react to him.

And I wondered: who was this young woman, this wonderfully tasting elf, ever ready to take off her clothes and putting her legs heavenwards, chatty and cheeky like a teenager, but cold to Phillip's love-making? This nude, ruffled little bird who was lying next to me and craving for a warm nest, who was arousing motherly feelings, but who I had licked to a fast, violent orgasm? Who was Phillip, for who this was his innermost fantasy, who had been so very excited by the idea of fucking a cold elf before my eyes, who was now gently fucking this sobbing child at my breast? And who was I - to be here, in this place, in this constallation, under this vast nightly sky?

It's night meanwhile, I have finished my day's work. I just wanted to say: I am not a brute. It's true that I had aggressive feelings against the Elf as long as she was a mere fantasy, but they changed quickly when I got to know her in person. You needn't have doubted me, Esoterica. Thank you for your trust, Gio.

I related in this afternoon's blog how I took over some initiative and suggested that I would lick the girl while Phillip had me doggy style. And now three things happened: the first one was predictable - as soon as I felt Phillip's hands on my hips, there was nothing I needed more than to feel him inside me. It was like a fire burning me all over when he entered me. And I understood that the whole setting, as seen from his eyes, must have been very erotic to him, and that this made him so eager.

The second thing was that, to complete the tableau, I now lowered my face between the girl's legs, to do what Phillp expected me to do: orally explore this awkwardly nude, protruding pussy. There was no scent whatsoever rising from her. But when I touched her with my tongue, I felt a tremor going though her body, and when it entered her, I noticed that she was getting wet as if all dams had broken.

And I tasted a most wonderful taste. To be honest, there is just a very small basis I have for comparison. Maria had tasted full, a little salty like me, with a slightly acerbic edge and a musky tone in my nose. But Traudl tasted like milk and honey, like rosewater. Like the mythological haevenly ambrosia - the drink of the Gods.

The third thing was that as soon as she felt me, she started to wiggle first her hips, and then her whole body. Her breathing got audibly more intensive, there were pointed little shouts and she firmly held on to my head. Within a very short while she started to moan and to jerk, and a warm gush on my tongue showed me that Traudl had just cum violenty. Then I felt myself cum and collapse on Traudl's abdomen, while she got on clutching my head, and Phillip kind of tumble over us, trying to stay inside me to cum, too.

And then we were lying there, panting heavily and gasping for air. What had started awkward had become a pretty threesome after all.

During my whole bus ride home from school I was thinking about what to write, or if I even ought to give up telling, so that I almost forgot to get out at my stop. If the driver had not asked me if I wanted to go on today, I'd probably be somewhere futher up the mountain or beyond now. But then I read some messages which were waiting for me here at NN. I particularly liked "As we hold your hand Alpina, please continue your story" - so very sweet, and it convinced me. This is the only place I can tell this story. Here it is.

Lately I saw a film about some sealions on some lonely beach. Mr. Sealion had collected quite a harem of females around him. Now and then he approached one of them to mate. He huffed and puffed, while the ladies were pretty unimpressed, but he still paddled away proudly - he'd done again what nature had obviously planned him to do. I was reminded of this when we all jumped into the pool after the scene mentioned in my last blog. Phillip seemed to feel pretty sealiony, while we females joined into the pool fun.

Soon we got out and dried ourselves. We only put on our dresses and Phillip a pair of light summer jeans and a t-shirt, and when the sun started setting, we moved into the house and had a light dinner. Traudl chattered on cheerfully, she was not in the least inhibited. Working with young people, I was quite surprised.

When Phillip suggested to go on having fun, she was the first to slip off her dress, and when he thought it would be particularly enjoyable for me if she started to lick me while he took her doggy style, her reaction was, "Okay". My reaction was - - - - making it a good and memorable day for Phillip, so I undressed, too, and after establishing some physical contact, reclined on my bed. And while Traudl bent over me, Phillip took hold of her hips and got ready for what was in his mind foremost.

I felt a tentatative little tongue, like a winter bird who tries to pick some grain from a dry place. I closed my eyes - I tried to recall the boundless pleasure Maria had given me. It was impossible. I opened my eyes again and smiled at Phillip. "Why not change, why not feel you while I lick the girl?" Phillip thought this was a great idea, he loved me getting active. Traudl didn't mind. "Okay", she said, as we changed our positions.

When Traudl came out of the water, she looked more like a wet bird who had fallen out of her nest than an Elf - I expected her with a big fluffy towel and rubbed her dry. She felt like a child in my arms, very light, and she yielded to my hands and leaned against me in a way that I noticed well she enjoyed being taken care of like this. I rubbed her for a long time so that she wasn't cold anymore, and honestly - I wondered how all this would go on.

In order not to prolong the record of Phillip's great day unduly: what happened next was what I had expected - or feared - namely that he wanted to fuck the Elf before my eyes thinking this would excite me and instigate my appetites, too. So they did it right there, on the canvas bed next to the pool, while I was sitting on the second bed.

I had to think of it again yesterday during the concert - while the men were singing their part, I was standing to the side of the stage overlooking the audience. It was such a wonderful warm evening and a great atmosphere, and Phillip was sitting in the middle of all the people. He looked really good in his light summer jacket, with his sunglasses and a big smile in my direction. Like somebody you can really be proud of.

The day before I saw him from the back. I thought he was beautiful, too, his muscular suntanned back, his slim buttocks, like a very young guy's, and strong legs. And his muscles flexed and tensed with strenuous use, because he was lying on the Elf and pounding into her. The fact that I was sitting close and watching must have doubled his vigour - his mental image of me shivering with lust and begging him to do the same with me as soon as he had finished off the Elf must have been very powerful.

Traudl was lying there, she looked up into the sky, loosely held Phillip by his shoulders and stuck her legs straight up into the air. Very thin legs. Bird legs. Phillip's buttocks were wonderful to watch, how they danced up and down, how he worked his muscles. And then he came with a moan. There was no sound from the Elf - and I suddenly doubted very much that she had felt anything which was remotely close to pleasure - and to be honest: neither had I.

It's a wonderful, sunny morning, a real summer's day. Later there will be the concert with my school choir. It's in a park quite close to our school building, the garden of a beautiful old mansion. Phillip is in the office like almost every Sunday morning. There is a paper to get ready for tomorrow.

Traudl Gstöttenmayr arrived in her dad's Volkswagen, she was a little early and didn't look in the least apprehensive. When she saw my pool, she immediately asked if she could have a swim, she was hot, and there was no reason why not. So we moved over to the pool area which is protected from all sides with a wooden fence or bushes and trees, so noone can look in. Traudle undressed so quickly and without hesitation that I aked myself for a moment if she had been instructed before to do so. She threw her clothes onto the grass and waded into the pool stark naked.

She had only worn a flowery summerdress and white, surprisingly masculine, threadbare panties which looked as if they had been washed a million times. She is so slim that I ask myself if she is anorexic; her complexion is as fair as her long straight hair. Her tiny breast have surprisingly large nipples, which the cold water made even more visible. Her pubic area is totally shaved, which awkwardly accentuates her slimness: Every bone can be seen and her pussy is not slightly hidden by roundness like with most women, but visibly stands out and offers itself unprotected to the onlooker's eyes.

While Traudl was frolicking around like a young foal, Phillip and my eyes met; there was a somewhat dreamy and enigmatic smile one his face when we both started to undress. I could not help seeing that Phillip was already very hard when he dropped his pants and neatly folded them and put them into a waiting chair.

Lying at my pool in the sun, I am thinking about why on middle-earth an Elf has to come out of her enchanted forest and end up in my bed tonight. And I notice that my Sister Hyde (see May 24) is lying next to me. "How do you feel about the whole business?" I ask her. She smiles sardonically, and I feel why: Confronted by the Elf, Sister Hyde has turned into an Orc. And for Orcs there is nothing more delightful than slaughthering Elfs and tearing them to pieces.

Yes, aggressive thoughts have been forming in my head. Why does this little Gstöttenmayr thing come in the first place? What does she think she can gain? See me humiliated? Laugh about me? Why not welcome her in a way she has not bargained for? Why not shock her and frighten her a little? Tie her up? Blindfold her? Make her a sex toy? Abuse her, and make her beg?

I'd better go inside and have a drink and cool down. I am Mrs Jeckyll - I am the good one, and I can control myself. I am happy when Phillip is pleased. But Sister Hyde goes on lying in the sun, I can see her well: smiling with the violence of her fantasies, her pulse raging, and a hand between her thighs.

Today is Elf-Day. I'm writing this calmly, although deep down I am not so sure of myself. "I see you taking the leading role", is what my good friend Duncan said yesterday in his encouraging message, and this comes very close to my problem. It sounds silly in this situation, but I'm asking myself: What am I supposed to do?

I have mentioned that I was in threesomes before, many years ago when I was a student. The situation usually was that a couple I knew wanted to experiment with this alternative form of sexuality, and I was asked to participate. It was usually the guy who suggested it and the girl who asked me. So I was the Elf - though I never looked like one.

But my role was clearly defined - if not by them, then by me. I was the outsider, they were the couple, and I never did anything which later might have presented a problem for the two. Usually it meant fondling the guy together; very rarely did he penetrate me while his girl was watching - very few women have the nerve to see that happen, because many of us think that fucking has to do with love, that's why we give ourselves - so does he now love this other woman? My role was to spruce up the situation a little, to give the guys a good feeling and something to brag about when he is in the old-people's home in half a decade and looking back on his life. And the girls were usually greatful for my tact.

Now what exactly I am supposed to do tonight is still not very clear to me. Witness Phillip perform? Or will he really want me to become active and take a lead, while he enjoys watching? The way I know him it's maybe the first. This means that he would love to get the impression that it arouses me to watch him fuck an Elf before my eyes.

Tricky - not an easy role for me to perform: I'm not a bad player, but an unenthusiastic spectator.

The sun has finally come to Austria, and in the next week the temperatures will go up to 30°C. This is my favourite season. After an afternoon of choir practice, I had a swim in the pool, and afterwards I was sitting in the sun nude and reading, slowly drying off. It was such a good feeling to be exposed to the rays of a warming sun.

Yesterday I was sitting in the Jaccuzi and mainly relaxing my aching muscles. When I arrived at my friend's, Elsie was just coming home, so I had a few words with Joerg alone. Full of enthusiasm he told me of their marital bj-development and said he wondered what miracle had made Elsie change her mind after all these years. God's ways a r e unfathomable and wonderful, that's what I agreed with Joerg, and who knows His will? Maybe he has been thanking God meanwhile for what He did for the benefit of his lascivious mind.

When on their big bed after Jacuzzi, it was fairly obvious that some kind of demonstration of the new practice was in the air. And why not - he'd been a good boy and not tried to contact Tanja all week, so while he was lying on his back looking smug and expectant, Elsie and I were lying on both sides of him, so that our noses almost met, and we nudged his growing hardness from both sides, and gently licked his shaft together. When Elsie took him into her mouth, I was quite close and watched.

Then I looked at Elsie, and she nodded. So I took him into my mouth and gently started kneading him with my tongue. When he noticed it was me, I could feel him contract immediately, so I quickly let him slip out of between my lips, and a second later Elsie was harbouring him again. Right in time for him to release his cum with a big moan - and Elsie was brave: she stayed and swallowed, while I smiled at her encouragingly, until all was over.

And then all three of us had a big Brandy, and then another one - you remember: it's good against a lingering aftertaste.

Dear Friends, my days are so busy right now, with my choir concert on Sonday and all the practice for it, the lessons and what I have to do otherwise, that I only remember I have a body when my back aches. Last night I went to Elsie and Joerg's directly after coming home. But you might be interested in what I have to tell about it. This will be tonight when I can put my head up for air a little. For later in the evening the sports organizers of our school thought it appropriate to have a Night Hike - our students will be hiking all through the night under an almost full moon - and your friend Alpina will be out, too, starting from midnight into the small hours of the morning.

I had completely forgotten the event - let's just hope I do not fall asleep on top of the Elf later tomorrow.

I have just logged on after doing some jobs for the lessons tomorrow - and the counter is up to 10'007! But now let's open the champagne and raise our glasses to the next ten grand - or at least to as many as wish to go on reading me. Syd, you deserve the first dance with me, you exactly hit the mark, and then I'll dance with all my friends who were almost there and messaged me their number: Duncan 10'001, Gio 10'002 and OldGeezer 10'003. And I'll wear my little black dress for the occasion, the one I had on at my last party with nothing underneath - but don't let your hands wander too exploringly.

Yes, I will go on blogging - for the time being. Certainly for another month. Then Phillip will leave me for a year, and I don't know yet what changes this will bring to my life. I'll also have a 5 weeks holiday, and I have decided that I will not stay at home. Neither will I follow Phillip to London - I think it's time again for a few weeks at the sea. The beaches of Southern France call me - les plages naturistes - the nude beaches. So when you happen to be there, I am the nude girl who walks towards you down the beach on a sunny afternoon and smiles at you when you smile at me, too.