Huib looked around the attic room. Margreet was packing her suitcases. Most of the things she had bought at the thrift store fit in her suitcases. For the vases with hydrangea flowers, Huib fetched a small box. The weck bottle and spray bottle with cleaning product fit exactly, so the vases were almost stuck. He put two dishcloths between them to prevent bumping. Margreet had her knitting almost from the start in a wicker basket, yes, also from the thrift store. Some small things fit in between there, too.

"I’ve put the handcart from the guest house's barn out back by the drying room. We can take everything in there. Then later, when you give your stuff a place in our house, I'll bring that cart back."

With a fully loaded cart, they went on their way. The cart bumped quite a bit over the grass, but the stuff stayed neatly in it.

"Our house..." Margreet said happily, as they stepped inside. She put the suitcases around the corner, and looked for a place in the living room where Huib could put the rocking chair.

"Next to the fireplace, Margreet, the same as in Annerieke’s house, that's really a place for you too, don't you think?"

Margreet wholeheartedly agreed with him, was able to see herself sitting there rocking, with a book or knitting... She put her knitting basket next to the rocking chair and took out things that didn't belong there, to give them a place elsewhere. They both took a suitcase and brought it to the bedroom.

"Most of it you'll want here. Feel free, this is your room now too, just put your stuff where you find it comfortable or convenient. I'll go bring the cart back in the meantime."

After a quick kiss he went downstairs. Margreet looked around, opened the built-in closets. There was still plenty of room, so she had her clothes tied up in no time. She took her toiletry bag to the bathroom, put her toothbrush in a second cup that Huib had apparently already put there for her, put her tube of toothpaste and hairbrush next to it. In the cabinet next to the washbasin was a drawer that was still empty, handy for her rubber bands and pins. And in an open compartment she put her lavender perfume. Near the bathtub hung a few baskets in a corner, in which she put her shampoo and shower gel.

Huib was smiling to see how she was doing. When she saw him, she laughed: "It's so nice, everything is still unknown and yet it feels so like my own! I feel totally at home here already! My suitcases are empty, they can go to the other big bedroom. Or would you rather have them in the attic?"

Huib shook his head, "They can go to that room there. I'll just put them away."

"Okay, then I'll put my toiletry bag in the closet in the meantime..."

Huib picked up the suitcases and brought them away. Margreet put her toiletry bag away and walked to the window. She enjoyed the view. She felt Huib coming up behind her and put his arms around her. He put his hands on top of each other on her belly and put his nose in her hair.

"This is my new hobby...getting my nose in your hair. I don't know what shampoo you uses, but at least your hair smells wonderful!"

"I love lavender, and so my shower gel, my shampoo, and my perfume have a lavender scent. And then a fresh breeze through my hair a few times a day, maybe you smell that too?"

"I’ve no idea, you just smell nice."

He turned her around and put his hands on her hips, then gently caressed her, up, along her waist, down the sides of her breasts, kissing her on her forehead. His hands slid back to her hips, to her back.

Margreets eyes opened wide with surprise, she was beginning to feel all light in her body! Her mind tried to intervene, so that she would push him away, but her heart longed so much for him, for more of him. She wanted to reciprocate his love, not just with words, but by giving herself to him physically. How far, she had no idea yet, she could always tell him to stop, that it was too much for her. But right now...

She put her arms around his neck, looked at him and grabbed his hair with both hands. Thus she pulled him closer to her and kissed him on the mouth, softly and tenderly as he had done to her before. She wondered if he liked that too. At that moment she got an unexpected answer to her unspoken question: Huib growled softly, and started kissing her with more passion. Now it was Margreets turn to be surprised, a sound of shock and pleasure escaped her throat. She felt Huibs tongue play with her lips, and she opened her mouth a small crack. His tongue slipped in gently, searching for her tongue. So unfamiliar, but she spontaneously responded by letting her tongue play with his. Their tongues caressed each other, circling each other like in a dance, and they enjoyed each other's taste.

For a moment Huib pulled back, looked at her. He was pleased with what he saw. She was visibly enjoying it! He kissed her again, now penetrating his tongue between her lips a little more fervently and the game restarted. His hands began to caress her back, grasped her upper arms firmly for a moment, and went back over her back, to her rump. He took her buttocks in his hands and squeezed them gently, caressing them with his thumbs and squeezing again and again in between. Margreets breath stopped for a moment due to the sensitive reaction in her intimate area. She felt the trembling in her body getting stronger. It seemed as if her legs began to refuse service. For a moment she was afraid of what was happening, but immediately she decided to cling more tightly to Huib. She wanted to go on! She stroked his back with both hands, letting her fingers play over it, scratching lightly. She felt his body respond, his kisses became even more passionate, and she gave in completely. His hands stroked, more fiercely, faster and with more pressure, again down her back, to her hips, up along her side to the side of her breasts and down again. His hands crept under her sweater, his fingers playing on her back as she had just done to him, to her shoulders. He felt her whole body vibrating and her breath quicken. He felt her accelerated heartbeat against his body and felt the increased pace of his own heart. His hands crawled forward under her arms, tenderly caressing the slight bulge of her breasts. Margreet held her breath a little and inhaled shockingly further as she felt him place his hands on her breasts.

"So beautiful, so soft, you ... darling!" he whispered.

He started to caress her breasts over her shirt and bra, gently squeezing them as well. Margreet's whole body reacted, moving writhing like a snake as she pressed herself, her arms still wrapped around him, with her lower body against him. Her breathing continued to go in and out jerkily and her eyes grew darker and darker.

Huib pushed her sweater up a little. "Can I take it off?" Margreet nodded and helped him by pulling her arms out of her sleeves.

"Sorry," she whispered embarrassed, "I don't have any sexy underwear."

Huib chuckled, "Like you needed that to seduce me. You already seduce me more than enough with yourself!"

His hands moved fleetingly, restlessly searching down her back, her buttocks, her sides, across her stomach, and stopped at her breasts. Margreet felt so much happening within herself, those vibrations and that floating-light feeling throughout her body as if she was dizzy. And also those intense feelings from below, how she was getting warm there. So much passion, all those feelings that pushed her desire to greater heights. She had no experience with this at all, everything was so new! And this was so exciting, she wondered confusedly where this would go, as it became more and more intense. She felt a slight fear rising, the urge to ask Huib to stop. But... but this being with Huib, and everything she felt, was also so wonderful! Confusion and enjoyment at the same time!

She gave herself completely to it again, let it happen, let her body go, she was feeling, feeling... and longed for more! She longed for Huib, for his body. She wanted to feel his body, feel Huib, feel him with her hands, and feel his body against her body, everywhere, more, everything!

Huib saw her chest heave up and down more and more violently. His hands were laying still on her breasts, while his fingertips stroked with light pressure. He was surprised at what was happening under her underwear. He felt her nipples stiffen through the fabric of her underwear, as if they were reaching out for his hands. Impatiently, he pulled her shirt out of her pants and pulled it off over her head. He admired her breasts, the lovely little swells that were now even more visible under her bra.

"Gretel, darling, may I take off your pants too?"

Margreet nodded, holding her breath for a moment.

"And your blouse?" she asked, her hands already reaching out longingly for its buttons.

"Later, yes later, wait a little longer."

Huib struggled for a moment to unbutton her pants, then pulled open the zipper. He looked at her for a moment more, with a questioning look, saw that she gave him permission and urged him on by nodding, and he stripped the pants down her legs. When she had stepped out of them, he began to caress her ankles and lower legs and kiss her thighs. In between, he played with his tongue over her skin. With his hands he moved slowly and gently up the inside of her thighs. Margreet grabbed him in his hair and let out a startled "Ooooh". He placed his hand over her intimate area, to which she immediately responded by spreading her legs slightly, tilting her pelvis and pushing against his hand. He felt how surprisingly warm she was there, and started kneading her soft labia gently with his fingers. Her thrusting lower body increased his passion, his desire. His hands moved further, up, to her hips, to her back. He grabbed the clasp of her bra and looked at her questioningly again. Margreet was no longer even able to nod, she just looked at him with big, dark eyes, wobbling on her legs.

He smiled, surprised. As he had told her, he had no experience. He had had no idea what to do with her body. And he had had no inkling of how she would react or what he himself would experience. He had only been able to fantasize about it, to dream about it, but what had happened so far, to both of them, was far beyond any idea.

Watching raptly as her stiff nipples pushed against the fabric of her bra, he fiddled with her clasp. Finally he got it open and Margreet immediately responded by sliding her bra off her arms. There she stood, alone in her underpants. For a moment he had a chance to admire the wonder of her beautiful breasts with their stiff, yearning nipples. Then Margreet put her arms around him and pressed herself stiffly against him, because she was bothered by the fact that he was looking at her naked breasts like that, at her breasts which she herself thought were much too small, and of which she was ashamed...

Even though her breasts were quite small, Huib felt them pushing against his body through his clothes. He felt their soft swelling and was touched by the pleasure they gave him even through the fabric.

He lifted her up and gently laid her in the middle of the bed. Now she was visible again, naked and so visible... Her thoughts about her small breasts, her feelings of shame about them, made it very difficult for her for a moment.

Huib didn't seem to notice, he just longed to love her, to show her his love, to let her feel it, experience it. He sat down on his knees next to her. He started to caress her belly, with circular motions, from just above her underpants very slowly upwards, while his eyes remained focused on her breasts, her luring nipples. His desire to encompass them, to feel her skin there, grew, grew with each movement.

As he slowly placed his hands caressingly on her naked breasts, feeling the difference between her velvety soft skin and her stiff nipples, they were both overwhelmed by the intense feelings that stirred up in them. Margreet reached out her hands to him, grasping the fabric of his blouse. For a moment it looked like panic, but it was a deep desire to feel his skin too, his skin under her hands, his body against her body. She fumbled awkwardly at his buttons to get them loose.

Huib rolled over on his back and hurriedly took off his jeans, then sat astride her. She couldn't get a move on anymore, and she didn't want to. She again started to pull at the buttons of his blouse, while looking at his eyes. The bright blue of his irises had darkened, distinct, but beautiful. His eyes and his breathing were restless with desire and excitement. Huib helped her from the bottom button to get all buttons loose. Then he flung aside both his blouse and his warm winter shirt and let himself fall forward. Leaning on his elbows, he started to kiss Margreet with even more passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth again, sucking her tongue to himself and fighting with it. As Margreet gripped tightly to his upper arms, his hands searched frantically over her skin. He stroked, massaged, squeezed, caressed again, his fingers played, scratched.

Totally unexpectedly, he released her mouth. He took her breast into his mouth, sucked lightly, sucked a little harder and began to tease her nipple with his tongue, caressing her other nipple with his forefinger. Margreets body squirmed under him, wriggling in all directions, like she was desperate. The excitement she felt in her whole body was so great, it was so unexpectedly even more intense than before, so overwhelming! Her heart was racing, while she was panting, and her fingers were desperately rooting in his hair.

For a moment Huib wondered if he wasn't going on too fast. He kept his mouth and finger still, hesitating, but heard Margreet begging, first softly, then louder and louder: "Go on Huib, more, I want more! I want you, come! Those knickers must go, come into me! Come into me before I go crazy, please! Huib!!!"

"Not yet Margreet, not yet, hold on a little longer!" he whispered back excitedly.

Intuitively he knew, that he had to get her past at least one climax first, so that she could enjoy it the most when he entered her. So he continued, using his tongue and his finger to tease both her nipples, while his other hand began gently kneading her side, her hips, and her belly, then stroking the inside of her thighs and finally putting his hand back on her labia. She began to squirm more and more violently, squeezing his shoulders with her fingers. Her body stiffened for a moment, pushing her pelvis up so that her back arched, then she began to shook violently. As she screamed his name, she pushed her lower body up, against his hand on her labia, and shook, jerked, writhing under his hands.

It came as a complete surprise to both of them. Fierce, intense, evoking even more desire. Huib was having more and more trouble holding back....

He stopped stimulating, put his hands on her cheeks and started kissing her lips tenderly, while she gasped until she calmed down a little.

That calm, however, was short-lived. Huib passionately kissed her lips, her chin and jaw, and when she threw her head back even further, also her neck, her shoulders and moved towards her breast again. He let his tongue and finger play with her nipples again, caressing and kneading her with his free hand, arousing her again. She soon began to squirm again, stiffened again and exploded even more violently than the first time.

She exclaimed: "Huib! Huib! Please come!"

"One more time, one more time, then I'll come, I promise you."

Leaving her breasts at rest for a moment, he bent forward and kissed her forehead and cheeks, while his hands continued to gently caress her skin. Margreet slowly regained a little peace, while she still felt her heart racing as if she had run for miles. She put her arms around him, her hands on his back and pulled him tightly against her. He felt her body beneath him still re-shock, and wondered in bewilderment if he would manage to bring her to the top a third time before entering her. He could hardly control himself any longer, so he quickly pushed himself up a little again with his arms and began to tease her nipples again, this time from overwhelming desire, violently passionate. He sucked just as unexpectedly hard, at which point Margreet let out a shrill cry. He licked, kissed and sucked again.

Margreet felt a third climax approaching, shuddering ever more violently all over her body, writhing. Suddenly Huib rolled onto his side, pulled off his underpants and yanked Margreets off her body and...

He did the best he could to hold himself back a little longer. He let his hand stroke up the inside of her thigh again. Making startled noises, she pulled her knees up, put her legs to the side, and opened herself. Huib put his hand on her labia, felt that she had become even hotter, and when he reached between them with his forefinger, he noticed that she was very wet. Although he was surprised, he hardly paid any attention to it, his finger went straight to his goal, very slowly forward. He stroked circularly over her clitoris. Screaming his name loudly, Margreet came for the third time.

Huib reacted immediately, entered her, moving gently at first, whereupon she started to jerk even more violently and wrapped her legs around him. This was so stimulating, that he gave free rein to his longed-for passion and began to move faster and more violently. He thrust on, as if he had never done anything else. Patience, caution and tenderness were completely off the table. He took possession of her and full of joy she received him.

In between all the wonderful feelings in her body, Margreet picked up his pace, moving with him until he too came to a climax and cummed in her with a few fierce moans, and screaming her pet name 'Gretel'.

It took a while for his shocks to subside. Then he lowered himself limply on top of her. Panting, she stroked his wavy locks and his back. For minutes they were silent, calmed down to a perfect relaxation

.

"Oh Huib, this ... I never expected this!" Little shocks and shudders still passed through her. He began to caress her face languidly.

"Neither did I," he stammered, "but how wonderful you were! What a power woman! Overwhelming!"

He let himself roll beside her and pulled her against him.

"You then, you seemed so experienced! How did you know what to do?"

"I didn't, not at all. I really didn't know what to do! It all happened by itself. I stroked and kissed you, you reacted, and I reacted back to that, sort of. Unbelievable, I don't understand anything about it, it just happened. And it was fantastic! I want to do it again, all day and all night long! How about you?"

She laughed softly, "Somehow I'd like to, but I think I'm pretty floored. And I don't know what time it is, whether Annerieke is already waiting for us with dinner."

Huib looked at his alarm clock.

"Shit, I do feel like eating, it's dinner time in three quarters of an hour too, but I feel much more like you!!!"

"Honey, we can practice, refine, improve for hours tonight..."

"You weirdo," Huib growled, "improve... you've got some nerve!"

Margreet laughed, tickling him in his side and on his belly. Of course he didn't let that get him down and he tickled her back violently until she could hardly breathe.

He suddenly let go of her and suggested a plan, "You know what we'll do, we'll shower together and get dressed, then we'll look great when we get there at the table."

"As if you don't look great now," Margreet replied mischievously, stroking his chest, "I'd rather see you like this than wrapped up."

"Oh you seductive lady..."

He couldn't get any further, because Margreet suddenly pushed him aside a little, and, supporting herself on her elbow, came up slightly: "Just a question... my breasts... tell me honestly! Don't you think they're much too small?"

Huib looked at her in surprise, looked at her breasts for a moment and stroked them along the side. Then he looked straight into her eyes and asked, "Do you think I would be able to enjoy them more than I just did if they were bigger? I can't imagine...you are so beautiful, my sweet girl, so incredibly beautiful..."

With his lips he caressed the bulge of her breasts. "So beautiful, so soft, so velvety, really Margreet, those two darlings made me extremely excited. How they did it, I don't know, but they were perfectly capable of it."

"Okay," Margreet sighed in relief, "I'm glad about that, because I've always thought they were too small. Damn, I've always gotten comments on them too, and I've come to believe it! I've had cup B for years, and I wanted to grow through to cup D, but that didn't happen."

She stood up resolutely and walked to the bathroom. She wanted to see what Huib saw when he looked at her breasts. She was just not tall enough, even if she stood on her toes, she could only see her face, neck and shoulder line. Huib was already behind her and understood what she wanted. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up as far as she could see more. Stunned, she looked from her one breast to the other.

"And?" asked Huib.

"Put me back down on the floor, I've seen what you see, and I agree with you, they are beautiful!" Tears of joy were in her eyes. "I never was able to look at them, but now I see it. I'm not flat, I just have beautiful breasts, smaller than many other women, but..."

"Those other women are not my women, you are my wife, my beautiful sweetheart, and that's all that matters. I am overjoyed with you, I would like to shout it out with all kinds of superlatives, I just don't have enough words to tell you how I feel about you and about us."

Margreet sighed deeply. She recognized his feeling, "I feel the same way, I don't have enough words either..."

They stepped into the bathtub and let the warm water of the shower flow over them while they entwined themselves. Margreet suddenly realized, that earlier on the bed she had been fully loved, had been seen, but that she herself had barely seen Huib fully naked. She let her eyes run along his body, and was pleasantly surprised by what she saw, how beautiful he was. She had seen a drawing of a naked man in her biology book, but had never felt the need to look for pictures or videos, to see more. Even seeing his genitals was new to her, he really was her first in everything....

She moved against him, her arms around him. She began to stroke him, down his back, his buttocks. When he had done that to her, she had felt a reaction she had not expected. How would he...? She squeezed it gently, some more time, a little harder, stroking and kneading him.

Huib groaned, "Oh darling, please stop, or we'll start all over again. Tonight you can have your way, then we'll see if we can discover more with each other. But now... We have to go for dinner in a while, Margreet! Margreet?!"

Margreet chuckled, looked at him mischievously, and then did the opposite of stopping. She put both hands on his buttocks, stroked and squeezed again for a moment, then pushed him against her. She felt how his body responded. Could she achieve with him what he had done with her? Could she drive him to the top? Would she be able to do that? Her desire to give to him, as he had done to her, urged her to kiss and caress him passionately, to knead wherever she could take him. Thinking of what his caressing of her thigh had done to her, she put her hands on his hips, stroking his thighs, caressing the outsides and then the insides. Amazed, she saw how his genitals responded and began stroking them.

"Gretel, please, not now! You're driving me crazy!"

But Margreet didn't let herself be stopped. She watched as his penis grew, became thicker and stiffer. When he couldn't hold out any longer, he grabbed her by her shoulders, pushed her knees slightly apart with his knees. He grabbed her breasts, pinched her nipples, to which her body immediately responded. She arched her back, touched him with her pubic bone, pushed against his penis, to which he was no longer able to wait. He lifted her slightly and thrusted into her, with a passionate violence that was so much more intense than the last time. It completely overwhelmed her, it hurt her for a moment, but the pleasure she felt immediately afterwards, of being driven to the top together, was overwhelming. She gripped him tightly and let him go on. Because he had lifted her, she did not manage to move with him consciously, but the jolting of her climax made him cum right after her. He pulled her against him with force, and continued to thrust into her for a moment. Panting, they came to rest afterwards, safe in each other's arms, while the warm water still flowed over them.

"Oh you rascal, have you got your way now?" growled Huib, as he gently squeezed her buttocks.

Margreet looked up at him beaming, "Yes, definitely! This was so different, so intense..."

"Didn't I hurt you?"

She shook her head, "Not significantly, the pleasure afterwards was far too great to worry about that little twinge of pain at the beginning. It was like with that, with that first hard thrust, you reawakened my whole body and set it on fire. It was so different, but certainly so nice!"

"I’m glad," Huib sighed, "for me too. Well overwhelming by the way, I didn't know what the hell hit me when you started stroking and kneading me from underneath there. Are you able to dry off and dress yet?"

"Barely, but will have to if we don't want to leave Annerieke with the food," Margreet laughed. "Come on, dear fellow of mine! Dry off!"

While talking, she had stepped out of the tub and tossed him a towel. They dried off, looking at each other regularly, in love, excited and grateful…

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