Orgasm

Today, the town has to come to the orgasm. An anticipation of oral time of year. Many days to the construction of the climax. It is finally today him hello. Max and Andy have waited for the times, so that people can long-hacerse a spree first to even of the her/its/their. Them now, publish.

Before the tavern.
Fat air, screaming, mouths of the lease, the kilo-wise composition, in the Eck' that one sits down with nem the electric accordion for not forgetting fat installation, Ländler and Schunkellieders, the tulips of Amsterdam.
You/theys looks at it, puuh that the nope seems first in another part.
The hands in the collections bury, the head in the tense shoulders, they move to work the road ' in below, high five steps to the next tavern, in the sign that is resisting 9 admission marks, due to the house-music are too a lot, but there the door ascends and they feel the Musike, this Fasnachtsblechorchester disguises in the silly-typists long-rights, varnishes, in the one in the meantime of the more full with stains and the most lined marks in the aufs of the transpiration, trumpets, saxophones the whole metal of the leaf that can only be accustomed to Fasnacht because it shows the recurrent tavern-battle steps annually, Spritzspurens of the orgasm of the last year hard-becomes they unite with the first one one it extracts the juice of of this year, somebody throws two to the sleeves ' pure, free he/she comes, here humor, Ländlerses is they already feel so again in me ruins you him/it, they consist being standing that in fact a you put round and a pause announces and hitting in and Geistervertreibens goes in general to the whole velocita', she/it through the door, almost they fear imputation.

A new effort, a new tavern here the gibt is the true Steirer Buams of Austria, the schunkeln of people in wood-bank-tiing a lot of time, be with rotating skirts and the gloomy teeth, the dozens of fall of Aufreißern to the walls, the Girls, usually in masked Grüppchen they feather nervously through the uncertain quantity, of the abgefuckte that they scream in higher tones that four women come, with the lines and cylinder-hat but you give birth to of the short of pants, the hiding places of the face behind an opaque veil and these netzbestrumpftenses also arrive to leg that is horny activity, suggestive against the men that Max that attempts of appropriate asset, after the short skirmish with touches and Brust-a-Brust-reiben again Gequietsche and they are street, it dews when I cigarette-smoke, a Osterhäschen pushes Max a Schokoladenei in the mouth. You/theys manages through the one he/she walks and angles, treppauf, the treppab is one ' Hafenbar', occupies densely, more the progressive-dynamics with hard drinks, and then--- the wow, there the she/it is being standing, a Mrs., to the wall that the quite single looks of Max fixed to the her/it/them, the looks of the she/it fixed to the him/it, something incites it, they know, they want them, both, the noise I improvise that Buamses that put, still one in him, Geschiebe, crowds, excitement, they have finished final, the Mrs., remain silent and the he/she of Max thinks: ' Me the glaub' me the rotations! ', the he/it dressed knitted rums of wickers, ahh, again there near the automobile cigarette-selling is she/it... two men of the schnauzbärtige the push of dark color them between the him/it and the Mrs., it seems fixed to the him/it, the he/it arrives to the collection, it lowers the fixed look... receive him a cigarettes of the package of the automobile from selling...
one can manage through the one he/she walks again, in any place one can sit down and the you/he/she can drink a beer in silence.
' Laß' us again the first tavern attempts... ' The discoveries of Andy.

It is now there free the accordion-man to the full speed but a table that it is there, anything like he/she ran there, puuh, two beers and around the her/it/them around him boils. A fat city-woman is already to the abflippen. She/it excites of the table to propose, I delight of all the eyeglasseses, it is kissed men, it rotates in tables, slowly the she/it of the lawint around two friends to, Max receives him/it with the fear, the you/he/she of the she/it is sudden in him/it, a schwitzige that shines and the fat color-dirtied stülpts of the same pitcher in front in his/its, the he/it can in fact compress the lips, the beer of the his/its waits, the kitchen of its freaky doesn't keep print of all the invitations from the her/its/their to all and he/she doesn't stagger with discarding sweepings of the hand and with pride he/she makes an upwards-borders of the testament.

It more and more always matches up courses in the narrow dance-surface that becomes Abknutscherei and more intensive Anfasserei in us and Max he begins to only to congregate in hands.
Children the rosy and fat sausage-fingers, with fresh-court and he/she washed rubbing suddenly how first fingernails they explore the entschloßen of the Mrs.-hand the thorny buttock in the Rythmus it grabs, behind the gigantic surface of the flat one explores, with non specialized turner to the previous slides, the lines of the chest-base, finally a destination! and the fingers you pale positions finally of me they make an effort him/it some hand to put on longer and longer to play the whole chest once; and where the hand the single life possessed to that during the part of behind, that Knie,ders to the side became now, head and buttocks the smile deep-ice cream to this hand you hammered, something makes him/it now, the head dives in the hair of the opposites, the eyes you rigid positions that the smile is bent, the language hangs something of the mouth, then the nipples are played, the abdomen collapses later, the presses of the census in protuberance, collapse more distant, also more, a knee pushes him/it now in him to open up he/she offered, the whole individual has attacked now a lot like wet the lady that as soon as before more loudly you/he/she the weighted is more than the you/he/she it can weigh in the bar and...
the music is clever sudden.
A moment, is calm and completely he/she lights, then the stutterer, one places its hair, it annuls skirt and the correct leg-suits, he/she thanks exactly, the lady accompanies to say it horseman-moderately to the her/its/their you/he/she puts this way, the you/he/she has twisted shortly before the lady's husband, the you/he/she it clarifies the throat to the bar through and then the he/it rejects his/its the full glass and the Pulle sits down to the neck, deep piece and the eyes, it only still veiled of the sticky threads of sensuality of the his/its, he/she already lights greedily through the area, a new song a new victim again, and again an awake hand to the life.
Being able to whole of a power that he/she can come to the terms with so many numbers!

Max feels meantime in the one in the the you/he/she it stamps, in the everything in general the she/its, mouths of the eyes that the chests provide of line, Mösen, the she/it has covered all the smiles, so that he/she walks with insecure step, he/she makes the occhiolino, the him/it him/it that they cross extends, the he/she wants him/it, Max doesn't still remain insecure, a beer pours him/it later behind the other one the part the bandage, he/she observes hands...
Everything around the him/it around him is as cooks of the he/she. The noise the lighting lights teeth eyes transpiration-drop beer Orgon he/she cigarette-smokes it sows composition thighs the grabschendes of the naked increase of the skirts he/she gives the maid to the mouths with the one to column-bone under the dribble of the partner-exchanges of the minigonna...
and obendrüber a howling, Hofbräuhaus of Monk of Baviera that glorifies accordion, a cheese-fondue the gigantic orgiastisch, then a voice to the ear of the his/its the laß' me you get, the he/it has become in the circle, he/she has these the his/its they based really-living hands suddenly, the part of the kitchen becomes, it submerged, the soft vicinity the red clouds, heat everywhere, a humid mouth, a sticky language...

Slowly, Max comes to the senses. everywhere the slight wood, silence. Six old fogeyses and two women feel around around the him/it. Max understands that the you/he/she is negotiation in the appointment of the his/its. Of where, where, how much of month - of here after there, anything the revenues... are the sudden very tired women, do the men also owe the house, does the incredulous investigation make the sure, very such Nonexistence nonchalantly?
Confirmation of Max and confirmation, soon all are street.

And then the he/it staggers again through the alleys of the night, but all are clever, somebody the soul is on the way more.
One sleeps quickly in this town after the orgasm.