All About Gisele
Copyright© 2025 by Joe Neon
Chapter 7
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Thomas Bergmann, a divorced IT specialist in semi-retirement stumbles upon a few video clips of a stunning adult actress from Brazil. Little brain overrules big brain, and he sets out to find the girl, changing his and her life more than he thought possible. Originally posted in 2007, but withdrawn from the site. Edited and re-posted with permission from the original author, under a different pen name and after a re-edit. It is still the same story, but with a little less 'Kraut English'.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fiction Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex
The third trimester at the law school was beginning, after just one week of free time. They really put us through our paces, and of the 100 students who had started the first trimester, only 87 were still with us. Another ten to fifteen were expected to quit after the third trimester if rumours were to be believed, but not me. It was tough, yes, but I could do it. It was easier, now that I was used to learning again, and the lecturers and professors were an enthusiastic bunch themselves.
Things had become easier for me when I finally felt secure enough to drive to school myself. I had opted for a Smart Car, figuring that I did not need anything bigger. Trust my husband to get me something simple. Of course, he had bought me the roadster version of the Smart. And I loved it, especially now that the temperatures were finally rising after a long, cold, and nasty winter. Can you imagine how a girl from the beaches of Brazil feels in a Northern German winter?
But not today, and I had the canvas roof folded back while I drove leisurely through the evening traffic on the Autobahn. It was a twenty-five minute drive when everything went fine, but normally it took me thirty-five to forty minutes. Today was no difference, but I did not mind. The sun was shining on my head, and for once I felt like at home. The final meters in the village were slow work because of the parked cars in the main street, and it was close to seven when I stopped my Smart in the driveway.
I could smell the charcoal right away and my mouth watered. I did not bother with the entrance and went into the backyard right away. Thomas and Alicia were sitting in recliners on the terrace while Ralf busied himself at the masonry barbecue grill. They heard the gate close, and Thomas jumped from his chair and opened his arms for me. I guess this was another advantage I had over the other students. I was - am - secure in my marriage with Thomas. I don’t have to spend time on weekends, trying to find the ever elusive Prince Charming, or fretting over why so-and-so does not call me back. I’m married, period. I come home to good food and a loving embrace. Basically, I’m a happy person now.
You already know that things were quite different up to ten months ago. But the wounds had healed quickly, and all I felt these days was some background noise of mourning for my poor mother. Senhor Morales had promised us to contact us in case anything turned up with regard to the murder, but so far, there had been no real leads.
We had barbecued pork chops for dinner, with a tomato salad and baguette bread. Alicia and I had kicked our Coke habit (Coca Cola, of course), we had mineral water, and the men had beer. Well, Thomas did not have his beer to himself, because I took sips from it, too, and Ralf was suffering the same fate.
After dinner and cleaning up, Ralf and Alicia did a little disappearing act. Thankfully, Alicia was on the pill now, and I did not have to worry that much. They even used condoms on top of the pill during those extra dangerous days if Alicia was to be believed. Thomas and I sat on the sofa, cuddled up, and he was nibbling away on my ear. He was in an amorous mood, and I knew I was in to some serious lovemaking later. No complaints from this girl! He could read me so well, he always seemed to sense my moods and change his approach accordingly. For instance, he knew when I was keyed up because of some assignment the next day, and he would just hold me in his arms and let me sleep. But tomorrow was a Saturday, and there was nothing to do but a bit of shopping for groceries. We were invited at Stephanie’s for dinner, and Ralf and Alicia would go to his mother’s, I knew. No duties.
When we relocated to our bedroom, I could hear my dear sister in the throes of passion through the closed door, and I decided I wanted some of the same. And Thomas obliged. We had long since discovered the joys of mutual oral lovemaking, and Thomas had become a diligent practitioner of that art, as well as an appreciative recipient of my own efforts. But we always ended up with him inside me. I just love it when his thick penis begins to jerk inside my pussy. I know it’s imagination, but I always feel his semen splash into me, and that gives me the really big thrill. Tonight was no exception, except that Thomas tongue and finger had already brought me over the edge once, before he entered me from behind, doggy style.
Steph and I, we sometimes compare notes, sort of, and we discovered that we both love penetration from behind. Well, you already know that Steph puts an even more radical interpretation on the behind thing; we tried that, too, but it’s not really my thing. The feeling is intense, but the necessary preparations make it so un-spontaneous. So anyway, we had ourselves a nice doggy-style, rocking, leisurely pussy fuck, and I ended up rearing up against him, and he held my breasts and rubbed them. This was very intense, because his penis rubbed against my sensitive spot inside, and when he shot his load, I howled.
Afterwards, we settled into our usual, post-coital position, with me lying on top of my man, my head on his chest, and my legs straddling one of his thighs, coating it with our combined juices. He even shaves his thighs now, because the caked in juices were so hard to wash out of his hairs the next morning. It doesn’t matter, because he has taken up cycling to keep in shape, and bicyclists apparently shave their legs for sanitary reasons. Sometime, during the night, I scooted off his chest, but we were still in a tight embrace when we woke up.
Breakfast was ready when we woke up, courtesy of my little sister. It was really nice to have Alicia with us, and I almost dread the day when she and Ralf will shack up permanently. I know I should not take things for granted, but I cannot imagine them to fall out. Alicia knows a good thing when she sees it, and as for Ralf, I mean, my sister is one good looking girl, and she treats him well. He’s not stupid either.
After breakfast, I went into the study and woke up my laptop to check my e-mail. I sighed because there was another message from Morales. Probably his usual monthly “Nothing new” message. But there were several attachments, and my interest became piqued. I quickly scanned the rest of the inbox and then opened Morales’ mail.
“Dear Senhora Bergmann,
I have news for you and your sister, but I am afraid that some of it will cause you great distress. Let me state first that none of the facts as I will relate them to you will have any effect on my esteem for you.
The murderers of your dear mother and our good Senhor Morenho have been apprehended. That is the good news, and not only that, but the instigator of the murders was also discovered. Yes, it was a planned murder, ordered by a businessman from Sao Paulo by the name of Sergio Palos. You probably do not know that name, but the murder was committed as revenge against your mother, and our poor Senhor Morenho was merely in harms way.
The investigation gained traction when the DNA samples taken from your mother’s body matched up with a new case of rape committed on a prostitute in Sao Paulo. The prostitute knew the name of her attacker, and the police took him into custody. After two days, he confessed and implicated another man as the instigator, the aforementioned Senhor Palos. Palos has already admitted to the crime, and his explanation sheds some light on your and your mother’s past that you may not be aware of.
You were born the daughter of Philippe Cuzmao, an accountant in the company owned by Senhor Palos. Your mother was pregnant with your sister when your father was fired for some reason, and he apparently teamed up with two criminals to exact a revenge on his former boss. They kidnapped the sixteen year old daughter of Senhor Palos for ransom, and while your father conducted the ransom negotiations, the two thugs obviously raped the girl repeatedly. When your father returned to the hideout, he discovered this, and in the course of the following argument and fight, he shot both men dead. The problem was that one of the men had torn off his mask, and the girl knew him. In his panic, he shot her dead, too. The police were already on his trail, since they checked all disgruntled employees, and he was discovered. He confessed and was sentenced to prison for life, two months before your sister was born.
Your mother was also investigated, but found innocent. Nevertheless, the father of the dead girl threatened her, and she moved to Ubatuba where she found employment in our firm. Unfortunately, the business of Senhor Morenho brought them in contact with Senhor Palos, and he recognised your mother. He ordered them held up and killed on their way home from Sao Paulo.
As for your father, he was murdered by another inmate five years ago, after several previous attempts on his life failed; and we suspect the hand of Palos in this as well.
The trial against Senhor Palos will be held in three months, and I ask you to tell us whether you want to file for monetary damages and distress against the man. He is rather wealthy, and I know that Senhora Morenho will start a litigation soon.
I am aware that these news must cause you great distress. Nevertheless, I thought it necessary to inform you on all the aspects since they will inevitably come to light in the trial. In the attachments, you can find old newspaper articles and the court documents that exonerate your mother.
Yours very sincerely
Raoul Morales.
I sat for a while, my eyes burning. My mother had been raped and killed as revenge for the crime committed by my own father. He had not left us; he was sent to prison and was killed there. That’s why she never spoke about the circumstances of my father’s disappearance. I am the daughter of a kidnapper and murderer, and she wanted to keep that load off my mind.
I don’t know why I thought of this in this moment, but suddenly another incident in my younger life became explainable. Apart from my friends, Simone and Gabrielle, I had briefly had another girlfriend in high school. She was a certified princess, but other than the rest of them, she was always friendly to me.
It happened when we were facing a tough calculus test. I saw her in the common room, bent over the books, and she was near tears. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she just did not understand the assignments. She was not stupid, not by any standard, but calculus had always been her weak spot, I knew, and she was about to fail. I am no math genius either, but with hard work, I always got by. I offered to help her, and I remember her grateful look. She really passed the test, although barely, and we became friends. She invited me to their house, a big one on the beach, and we talked and played in her room. We also used their pool because she was not allowed to go to the beach for fear of kidnappings. All the rich girls, the princesses, were not allowed on the beach unless accompanied by security guys.
Stella Riveiro and I became very close in a few weeks. She was terribly lonely, as an only child, and there was no chance for her to meet girls outside the social circles of her parents, and she hated the other princesses. Stella was the first person I ever kissed. I adored her. She was taller than me, with long legs and a natural blonde. I ascertained that fact when our experimental lovemaking went beyond kissing. For a few weeks, I spent almost every afternoon in her house. I never saw her parents, but there were always one or more bodyguards around.
One day, I was sunning at the pool with Stella, one of the security guys came down and asked me for my name and address, claiming he wanted to call my mother to get instructions on how to get me home, or some such. In my innocence I gave him all the information. Three days later, Stella dragged me in the school bathroom in the first break. She was in tears and hardly made any sense.
Apparently, her parents had called her to the living room the evening before and they forbade her any further contact with me. No explanations, just “Don’t ever meet that girl again.”.
A day later, my mother came home from work and she was very upset, I could tell. Her hands were unsteady and her dark eyes burned.
“Gisele, I am sorry. You are not allowed to visit the Riveiros’ house to approach their daughter anymore. There is a restraining order in place against you. Do you know what that is?”
I nodded, still trying to digest what my mother said.
“Don’t get near the girl, or we will be in big trouble. Understand? They even involved the school;, and you will be seated away from her.”
“But why, we are friends?” I whined, but my mother claimed ignorance.
All this became clear to me now. The security firm had found out that my father had been a kidnapper and murderer, and the parents obviously believed that being a kidnapper is hereditary. We never spoke again, although she always looked at me from across the classroom with a friendly, apologetic smile. When I went to the church college, she was sent to Switzerland for her further education, and I never met her again.
What a mess! This was quite something to digest! I also needed to tell Alicia, something that I dreaded. I had to tell Thomas, too. He would have to re-evaluate his feelings for me. A terrible fear gripped me. What if he wanted me to leave? I was the offspring of a murderer. Perhaps he would be afraid of having me around?
You think I was crazy? Try to imagine that your father turns out to be a triple killer. Believe me, this will not work wonders for your self esteem.
I heard Thomas’ voice on the terrace, and I decided to face the music. He’d find out anyway. At least, I did not want to be dishonest with him.
He knew immediately that something was seriously wrong when I asked him to come in and sit down opposite me. He just ignored my request and sat on my left side, putting his arm around my shoulder.
“What’s up, darling?” he asked. So I told him. About the e-mail, about the attachments with the newspaper articles, about who my father had been. I searched his face for clues while I told him, and I could see nothing but sympathy. When I finished, he simply pulled my head to his chest and kissed my head.
“My poor darling! This must have been quite a shock for you. Should we call off the dinner with Stephanie and just cuddle?”
I could not answer, my emotions were just too strong. I just buried my face in his chest and let my tear ducts flush out my hurt. I cried over my poor mother. Brutally abused and killed over something that had happened almost twenty years ago, and in which she had no part at all. What a senseless suffering and death!
“What happened? Gisele, what is the matter?”
Alicia was standing in the doorway, a concerned look on her face. I looked up, but I needed to blow my nose before I could answer. I led her over to the computer and showed her the e-mail. She could read the Portuguese herself, but I stood behind her, holding her shoulder while Thomas held mine. Alicia’s reaction surprised me.
“The rotten swine!” she fumed in Portuguese. Then she turned, with a rage in her eyes that I had never seen. “I thought I could not hate him any more, but I was wrong. He’s dead, right? For if he’s not, I swear to God, I’ll kill the bastard myself. He fucked up our entire lives, mama’s, yours, mine. All those years of living as lepers. Think of how mama must have felt! I can’t believe how he could kill a girl! How could he do that, the low down, murderous swine? Shit! I am bearing his name! The thought makes me sick.”
“We can’t escape who we are, Alicia,”
“Easy for you so say, you are Missus. Bergmann now. I’m the one stuck with a murderer’s name.” She breathed deeply. “I need to tell Ralf.”
She did. Ralf was a bit more awkward than his father in his response, but he ended up holding Alicia in his arms just the same. And then he said something incredibly sweet to her.
“If you hate your name that much, and you want to change to Missus Bergmann, too, just let me know. I’m still a few years away from earning money, but somehow we’ll work things out.”
Alicia was stunned first, but then she kissed him.
“Anytime, Ralf. Just let me know a few hours ahead so I can change into a nice dress.”
This is how my sister and Ralf became engaged. Three days later I noticed a ring on her finger. It wasn’t the largest diamond, but Ralf had obviously broken his piggy bank to buy it. I also noticed that Alicia walked gingerly for a day or two, and my guess is that they had celebrated their engagement with a lot of commitment.
Over the next days we discussed whether we should sue Palos for damages. Senhor Morales sent us some information on what we could expect, but in the end, Thomas prevailed with his assessment that it would not be worth the aggravation. The trial would attract a lot of public interest, and as soon as my name would appear as plaintiff, then my video would resurface. We agreed however, that we would watch the trial incognito.
That was another thing, the video, the VIDEO. I owned it now. Using a part of the settlement money from the newspaper in Ubatuba, I had purchased the rights to the movie for $12,000 from the producer. He removed the movie from his web site and notified all referring web sites that further showing of the short clips from it would be a copyright violation. He also hinted that unbeknownst to him, I had been underage. Thomas and I googled for the clips, and after a month the links turned up with notices that the content was not available anymore. After two months, the searches led nowhere. No, I did not want to spur any renewed interest in my ‘acting career’.
In spite of the wonderful support Alicia and I had from our men, we both went to a few therapy sessions. The therapist Thomas recommended was the same one he had gone to when he had gone crazy over me. When I told her about Thomas and me, she just shook her head in amazement over the fact that he not only found me, but that we were happily married. I was amazed how much it helped me to speak about the ghosts of my past with a trained listener. The most amazing thing was how she turned my attitude. Instead of feeling ashamed of my past, she hammered into me that I should be proud to have made it anyway. S
Alicia also profited from the sessions in that her anger against our father was directed against him and him only. “Think of him as a sperm donor,” she told Alicia. “He was never a part of your life, he never was your father. You must see him as detached from your own personality. You are an unrelated for you.”
Over all this, my first year drew to an end. I did manage to end up in the top 25 percentile of my class, and my scholarship was renewed for the next year. Although Thomas could have easily afforded the tuition, I was very happy about this, like I was really contributing. And I relished the pride in my husband’s face when I told him.
The trial would start in July, and we had booked a flight for four, but at the last moment, Thomas had to bow out. He had to fill in at some software session at a big IT show, the original chairman being sidelined by a coronary. He would join us two weeks later, he promised. In his stead, Stephanie offered to come and lend me moral support and legal advice. She professed that she was interested in the legal proceedings herself, and offered to act on our behalf should the need arise. I was happy, because with Alicia and Ralf, I would be a third wheel.
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