Liebesmarkt - Erotik Classics

If you're as pretty as Iris, if you choose an analysis of the ad love market as your doctoral thesis and want to gain experience on a practical basis, you have to expect to be involved in delicate and not always completely safe, or at least in cheerful situations. And since Iris cannot manage all these love affairs alone, she hires her circle of friends to help her with her research. She herself ends up with her boyfriend with an obscure couple in a feudal villa exchanging partners, which is however disturbed by the bailiff. What do you do in this case? One nibbles the bailiff at the same time. Then there is Malte Bingerli from Appenzell, a first-rate marriage swindler, who, sometimes as a chimney sweeper, sometimes as a postman, and sometimes again in the mask of the shy honest man, tries to slip between the hot thighs of very young girls. It is no less spicy when two sailors insert their "pipes" of 22 and 27 cm, promising fire and then turn out to be girls who try to catch fresh pussy mice in this way. There is Klaus, who is looking for a girl for two weeks in Yugoslavia as a "co-driver", but who gets an appetite for sex shortly after the start. There is also Horst, who has bet to bang his way through the ladies' world of a high-rise building as a brassiere representative. He should have rather refrained from doing so, because the sensual experiences in a massage parlor are almost beyond his strength. Helmut, on the other hand, believes he has met a sweet, romantic girl. But she drags him to her brother, a crazy painter who has got it into his head to paint a love act. But Helmut is tired of acting as a rigid model and skilfully uses the moments when the artist turns his gaze to the canvas to devour sweet Sabine by every trick in the book. Since Iris also wants to explore the perverse eroticism of Black Masses, but has no opportunity to enter such circles, her friends, who are always in the mood for mischief, stage a ritual celebration at the climax of which Iris is to be "ritually" fucked by Tom at a funeral pyre for the amusement of her fellow students. Iris, blindfolded, truly believes herself to be at the centre of a real Black Mass, until Horst, out of carelessness, sets the pyre on fire when he lights his pipe. Iris is enraged by the fun of friends who don't take their job of analysing their fellow men's love market seriously. But she has had enough hot nights of love and wild sex adventures to literally start writing down her experiences.