Oskar felt her clit, it was quite small, much smaller than mom's. But she was totally into it. He had expressly allowed her to jerk off. She jerked off very introspectively and very seriously, jerking off was a serious matter for her.
Oskar had been fucking his mom every morning for almost three years now. She was a sassy, pretty and very fuck-loving single mom and was a choir singer for a world-famous star. Now, over the summer, there was a European tour coming up and she had to leave Oskar alone. The 15 year old was very independent, but mom was worried about how he would cope without regular fucking. Oscar laughed. "Mom, first of all, I can go over to Fritz's at any time and we'll take turns fucking Jennifer, his mom, we've done that many times before. Plus, the apartment building is full of old and young pussies longing to be fucked. So please don't worry, I don't think I'll get to jerk off very much." Mom smiled, her boy wasn't crazy. "I'll leave you with a nut to crack, Ossi. I rented out my bedroom to a retired nun, Sister Irma. I don't know her very well, but I think she's a really chaste nun, so that's the nut, Ossi. She's a very simple old girl and I had the impression that, despite her 62 years, she's still a child mentally. Maybe a little retarded, I don't know. But she's happy, a month and a few more To be allowed to stay in our apartment for weeks and she is curious about you, my boy. Will you get along with her, Ossi?"
He looked at her questioningly. "By cracking a nut you meant whether I can seduce her into sex despite her vow of loyalty as a religious nun?" Mom smiled mischievously. "Yes, that's exactly what I meant. Breaking the chastity of a spiritual sister, breaking her vow of chastity and seducing her, making her fuck, that's a royal discipline, my boy. On the other hand, she fits your prey pattern, she's 62 and not the dewy teenager you're still afraid of. I know how much you like to fuck the oldest women on the block right now, that's your own personal roof damage, mine Darling. Maybe you'll get a taste for younger people. But that's your coffee, after all you're no longer a baby, but a pretty clever teenager and a hard-working cunt hunter."
Mom promised that she wouldn't forget to fuck on the tour, but she shouldn't fall in love seriously, Oskar definitely didn't want to have a stepdad. Mom sighed in pity, after all she was already 37 and tired of the endless quickies. She would really like to have a good husband who was a partner in life and a good fuck man in bed. There were some, she had already had a few of these rare unicorns between her thighs and had to let them go because of Oskar.
Sister Irma always had sunshine on her face. You couldn't help but smile when you looked at her. Oskar wasn't a man with a crowbar, but this nut needed one. The very first morning he followed her into the bathroom, very cheekily, and washed himself at the sink, then sat on the bench and looked at the naked nun as she showered. No, she wasn't a beauty like his grandma. But that was exactly where his preference for older women came from. When he was a kid, he often watched when Grandma let a prince of the night fuck him again in the morning with his morning boner. Grandma just smiled and gave him a friendly peck on the cheek. "That's reality, Ossi, that's what the princes do to the princesses in your fairy tales, right?"
Irma didn't think anything of Oskar being in the bathroom with us. He asked, "Would you like me to soap and wash your back, Aunt Irma?" She smiled back very sweetly. "Please call me Irma or Sister Irma, but please not Aunt Irma. That makes me terribly old." He came next to her and started soaping her back. "If it doesn't disgust you, Oskar, would you wash my ass and asshole too?" Oskar said he wasn't disgusted. He washed her back, her ass cheeks and her asshole, making her bend over. So he got right to the pussy on the first morning. He wrapped the washcloth around his index finger, soaped it up and drove his index finger into her pussy hole, very deep. She sighed softly, because pointing her finger definitely reminded her of fucking. She sighed even deeper as his finger made dedicated use of her clit. "No, stop, Oskar, don't!" She murmured quietly, holding his wrist. "Mama strictly forbade that, you can only do that after fucking, she told me." Oskar just said "Okay", released her clit and then she continued showering.
He handed her a bath towel and told her to sit on the small bench with him so they could have a chat while she slowly dried. Irma nodded happily, "I really like chatting when it doesn't involve violence and rape. Oskar calmed her down and began to question her. What was it like with her mom and the clit and the clit masturbation? She leaned on his shoulder. "Can you keep all this like a confessional secret?" she murmured and Oskar nodded, "That goes without saying, Sister Irma!" She started by saying that Mama had already strictly forbidden her to masturbate, She was 7 or 8 and slept between mom and dad in the marriage bed. "So you've seen your parents fucking since you were a child?" I almost passed out from excitement, of course I wanted dad to fuck me like mom. He deflowered me very tenderly and gently and then fucked me really well. Mom noticed that I got very hot when I fucked, but never climaxed like she did. Then she said that for once she would give me permission to jerk off my clit. "Come on, lie down right in front of daddy and spread your wings, my sweet butterfly. And then you can jerk off your clit, but only exceptionally! Daddy will definitely enjoy watching you, the old piglet!" She said piglet, but it wasn't a swear word, it was a term of endearment. So I jerked off with my legs spread in front of Dad's eyes, and I jerked myself off very passionately because his fucking had made me so hot and horny. Sometimes he would fuck me again after I jerked off, but I wouldn't get as hot and horny as the first time I fucked him. This continued until I was 23 and entered the monastery. During these years, of course, mom's brothers, uncles or nephews also fucked me. When dad was on a long trip with his truck, they came to sleep with mom and fuck her. Of course they also fucked me because mommy allowed them to. And then I lived chastely in the monastery, I only fucked exceptionally, but I never jerked my clit when I was alone because my mother strictly forbade me to do so - under penalty of death in hell."
Jack nodded. "So you had a lovely youth with lots of lovely fucking and wanking, Irma, before monastic life?" She nodded. "Yes, Ossi, I was very happy with all the fucking and jerking off." Ossi asked, "And, during your monastery life, you were also allowed to fuck a little bit, as an exception?" Irma looked at him. "Yes, because I was the assistant of the herbalist, Sister Maria del Carmen. She initiated me into the secrets of herbs and healing. Neither in the women's monastery nor in the men's monastery was there a doctor, there was only Sister Maria del Carmen, who could heal the sick with her herbs, herbal soups and powders. When she was called to a sick person, she knelt down next to the sick person and pulled up her habit so that only hers could be seen And then the monks were allowed to fuck her one after the other after she had treated the sick man. She had ordered me to put the monks' cocks in her pussy hole because they were very clumsy and would push her everywhere until she was bruised. So I grabbed the cocks and rammed them into Maria del Carmen's pussy hole, from behind, of course, and as deep as I could Carmen looked and when she nodded, I lay on my back on the floor, pulled up my habit and then the mail went off. I remember one day when 5 monks fucked me in a row and I enjoyed the sinning immensely - I jerked off like crazy during every fucking and was therefore extremely tired and soft as pudding. But there weren't often any sick people, often none for months then grunted angrily, "You must consider it a gift from heaven, and it's not every day you get a gift. I think she was quite right."
Jack smiled. "Well, this Carmen and you, you have clearly interpreted the vow of chastity, depending on when heaven gave you a sick person." They both laughed and he put an experimental arm around Irma's shoulder, but she didn't flinch. "But — were those the only times you could fuck?" he asked. She shook her head. "Sister Maria del Carmen could make a poison from hawthorn that caused a heart attack — no one could diagnose poison. And whenever the bishop, the abbot, or the Mother Superior ordered it, Sister Maria del Carmen and I would go out and give the man or woman a heart attack. Sister Maria del Carmen explained to me exactly how a person got a heart attack. Men's cocks spurted in their agony, she said, and she took advantage of that. That's how it was it too. The poor guy fell to the floor and writhed in convulsions. The sister grabbed his cock, squatted over him and rammed the cock into her cunt, where she fucked him and let him cum triumphantly in his death agony "The erection often lasted for a while after his death, so that Carmen actually fucked him, she did it quite well. I didn't manage to do it very often, I had far too little practice. But Carmen always looked away when I jerked my clit, she didn't like to see it." Oskar held his breath when Irma said that. The two of them were real angels of death! He swallowed and wanted to change the subject quickly. He said her mom's ban on jerking off didn't apply here, he was the man of the house here. Yes, he ordered her to jerk off; he really wanted to watch her do it. Irma nodded, but rather uncertainly, and sat across the bathtub as he had said.
Oskar felt her clit, it was quite small, much smaller than mom's. But she was totally into it. He had expressly allowed her to jerk off. She jerked off very introspectively and very seriously, jerking off was a serious matter for her.
Irma jerked off again and again, as if unleashed. Of course, he had said, today was my jerk-off day, and she should jerk off as often as she wanted. He just wanted to watch.
And of course he can jerk her off as often as he likes. Then she closed her eyes because it had only been very rare that she had been waxed.
While jerking off, she stared at Oskar's stiff cock, which he held loosely in his hand.
Irma's orgasms were very quiet, she pulled her labia apart over her clit, her knees shook involuntarily and she sighed sadly.
He continued to jerk her clit briefly during her orgasm, which she seemed to really like.
Jack liked to jerk her off so her hand could rest. "My God, you're good at it!" He nodded, "I've been jerking off mom and her sister Trish for years." Irma's eyes widened; she found out bit by bit that he fucked both his mom and her sister Trish.
She laughed while jerking off when he sat on the edge of the bathtub and she could see his hard-on in his hand. Did she love some young cock? He asked, but she didn't know. His was the first boy's cock she had seen.
But she couldn't tear her eyes away from his cock when he sat next to her as she jerked off.
She was very skeptical when he brought the dildo out of mom's nightstand and rammed it into her pussy.
She spread her labia and watched her clit throb in her orgasm.
"Oh yes," she breathed when she had jerked herself to orgasm and he continued a little.
"My mom forbade me to do it, but you gave me express permission, Oskar. All in all, you're a good boy, even though you fuck your own mom. That's incest." He retorted, "and which one of us has fucked his own daddy, huh!?"
Oh yes, Sister Irma loved jerking off, even though she had had to go without it all her life.
He kept taking mom's dildo and fucking with his hand while she jerked off with conflicted feelings.
Or when he sat down next to her with his bayonet fixed, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
And when her finger weakened, he readily stepped in. "You're damn good at it, Oskar!" she breathed.
And she laughed heartily when he sat down next to her and held his stiff cock in his hand.
Oskar's cell phone chirped in the next room. He stood up. "I have to go to school, I can't skip these classes today. But tomorrow, there's geography, religion and gymnastics. Nobody needs it, I'll skip them. Today was the wank day, tomorrow we'll have a fuck day, what do you think, Sister Irma? Let's break your vow of chastity and shit on your mother superior, the uptight old thing?" Irma laughed loudly. "No one has dared to say that yet, you dear cheeky bastard! I don't know yet if I'm ready to fuck a minor." He lied that he was 17, almost 18. Of course she felt that that was a huge exaggeration. "I'm completely exhausted and exhausted after 100 orgasms, Oskar. I'll lie down on my ear and sleep a little bit. Tell me, does your generous permission also apply when I'm alone and feel like jerking off?" Oscar laughed. "Dear Irma, you can jerk off as long and as often as you like, from now until the end of your life. Only when you're dead and the worms eat you will you probably have to stop jerking your soul out of your body. Every girl, every woman and every nun on our planet has the natural right to jerk off whenever she wants. That's my law, that applies in this house, at least. And even if you use your clit If you rub it sore and bloody, just cum on it! Just take some lubricant from Mom's bedside drawer, that's what it's for.
The next morning Oskar woke Irma up in mom's bed, took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. "The bathroom is the best place to fuck, you can hop into the shower after each session and wash your pussy clean. I'll wash your pussy so clean that it will shine like a freshly polished gold ducat!" Irma smiled. "Are you old enough to fuck yet, Oskar?" He acted insulted. "First of all, I'm almost 18, dear nun," he lied cheekily, "and besides, I've already fucked a hundred pussies!" This is of course a slight exaggeration, but I wanted to drive the ox into the barn today, no matter what the cost! Irma was still unsure, but she now agreed. "A hundred pussies! So that I don't laugh, my little one! But no wild rape, you breeding bull, take it slowly and sensitively, my Romeo, I'm not one of your 12-year-old foals who want it wild and dirty!" He was about to protest about being a 12-year-old, but then he saw that she could only have meant it as a joke. No sane person fucks a 12 year old! "Oh yes, maybe my friend Fritz will come over, I told him about you and he really wants to fuck you too!" Irma looked up in surprise. "Are you such dirty friends?" He nodded, "Yes, Irma. We sometimes fuck his mom, Jennifer, she really likes it. But my mom doesn't like fucking Fritzi that much because she always feels it's an attack when I bring him to fuck. But she does it anyway, she can't give up the pleasure of being fucked by two tight cocks." Irma didn't say anything. She found it somehow disgusting that these boys were fucking their own mothers like prostitutes, you just don't do that.
Irma looked very skeptical as Oskar gently and considerately pushed his morning boner into her fuck hole, all the way to the stop. "There's a real flood the first time you cum in the morning," he murmured. She looked up. "Flooding?" Yes, he nodded, the first load is always huge.
Irma smiled, the boy was really gentle, no trace of brutal rape, like with many monks.
Yes, she smiled, that would make fucking fun. Jack fucked her for probably a quarter of an hour, then he squirted gallons into her fuck hole. She grinned. She hadn't had so much juice injected into her for a long time, the last time was probably with her nephews when she was 19 years old. The three nephews also injected so much into it that it was just chattering.
Irma whooped and cheered as Oskar flooded her with his morning load.
And yes, Fritz came by. Irma found him very nice, Fritzi could fuck like a master and fucked her three times in a row without taking a break after cumming. Unfortunately she had to let him go, he didn't have much time today. But he thanked her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You're great to fuck, Sister Irma!" The well-mannered boy said before leaving. He would come back, he said as he walked away. She and Oskar fucked until well after dinner.
The next she whispered so no one could hear, "Last night I jerked off to the point of insanity three times. I've never felt so free to jerk off as often as I want!" She melted as Oskar began to fuck her. "Are you skipping school again today?" she asked anxiously. He shook his head. "I'm going to the third lesson, an important school assignment. But I'll come back in the afternoon and then we can fuck until we drop, dear Irma." She nodded, okay.
He came late in the afternoon and they continued fucking because they both wanted it.
She literally melted because of how gentle and exciting his way of fucking was. He mumbled that he preferred fucking older people to younger ones.
She spread her pussy lips with her fingers so she could feel his hard cock even better.
She whispered how much she liked his gentle fucking. The fucking in her youth or with the little monks was never so gentle, it was usually brutal, sometimes even painful.
She rose like a rocket when Fritz came to fuck. She enjoyed his manner, he wasn't as gentle as Oskar, but still very exciting. She twisted her teat to increase the horniness.
She always had such a skeptical face when he penetrated for the first time. But when it came time to fuck, she smiled again, the sunshine shining from within.
She didn't shower after each injection because his semen flowed thickly down her thighs. And she only rarely pulled the hood back from her clit; she only did that when she was in orgasm.
They both liked it when he sat comfortably and pushed his cock in and out like mommy's dildo usually did. Then she accepted what she found somehow disgusting about the dildo.
While fucking, she usually triggered her orgasm with a few strokes on her clit, that's what Oskar had taught her. And then in orgasm she pulled back the hood over her clit, exposing the throbbing fellow.
On her last day, Oskar skipped school again. They fucked from morning until late evening, and in her orgasm Irma screamed out her frustration and ecstasy to the world.
Mom's analysis of his roof damage and fondness for fucking old women was pretty accurate. But Mama didn't have the slightest idea where this preference came from, and Oskar never told her. It came from her mother, Oskar's favorite grandmother. Gertrude, who came here from Norway. Who died years ago when Oskar was 13.
Even in her old age, Gertrude had a prince in her bed every night, and it was rarely the same one as yesterday. With a wink, she had allowed him to sneak into her bedroom early in the morning and watch the good-morning-my-darling fuck. She had explained to him that the man's body produced a lot of semen at night, so he was given a morning boner in the morning and had to fuck the semen out and inject it into it. The little boy listened excitedly because grandma was telling him secrets from the adult world. Just like how she let him sit on her lap in the afternoon and translate Norwegian fairy tales for him from a thick, rotten fairy tale book. Dragons, elves, princes, sorceresses. It was a wonderful world, but watching the fucking in the morning was a touch better, a lot better. Little Oskar stared at the prince's bouncing ass, saw the cock pounding and thrusting into grandma's pussy. And then the prince squeezed his ass cheek muscles and his scrotum bounced up and down excitedly. That was the moment when the prince squirted all of that night's semen into Grandma's cunt. The prince fell exhausted over Grandma's body and she winked at the little spy.
Grandma, who always jerked Little Oskar's cock while reading to him in the afternoon, was surprised that the 9-year-old was already squirting. But she continued reading undaunted and let the little one squirt happily. She picked up another thick book and read him completely different fairy tales, fairy tales in which there was fucking on every page. Sure, little Oskar understood it straight away. Fire-breathing dragons fucked captured princesses, sorceresses let the prince fuck them for a magic potion, goblins sneaked into the royal couple's chambers at night and fucked the sleeping queen next to the sleeping king, one after the other and secretly of course. Little Oskar laughed out loud, these horny characters who only cared about fucking and didn't care about anything else. Ind the good grandma jerked him off all afternoon and made him cum happily. Grandma could jerk cocks so wonderfully.
When he was 11 and a half and still watching his grandma fuck the prince's morning boner, she beckoned him over after the prince had run away. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck your grandma like the prince did before?” And as he wanted! So grandma became his first, her pussy hole was still very slippery with the prince's semen, but that really didn't matter. Grandma patiently taught him how to fuck. How to find out where the woman's magic spot was, the G-spot, as she later called it. That you had to watch the woman's facial expression to see how far along she was. While fucking the woman had to run up a hill and throw herself down from the top, that was called an orgasm. Sometimes the woman had to use her fingers to help the clit so that it would throw itself down the cliff from the hill, but that was completely normal, everyone did it, the princesses, the queens and even the enchantresses. And the ordinary middle-class women did that too, unless they were dull or completely stupid. Oskar nodded, it all sounded like a lot, but it was easy to remember. That's how he learned to fuck from his favorite grandma, years before mom allowed him to properly fuck her after the shower.
Grandma said there were no ugly people, only ugly clothes, that's what happened. Even a gnome with a hump like Quasimodo had his own charm, and when women were older like herself, their wrinkles were just evidence of a long, happy life with lots of fucking. Grandma emphasized that every person has a body that, upon closer inspection, is beautiful in its own way. A person only becomes ugly when he is dead and the worms eat him. Oskar thought that no one was as clever and intelligent as Grandma. She also knew that just one injection wasn't the end of the line. She patiently let him fuck her repeatedly until the tank was empty. And since then, Oskar has loved older women more than young girls. Yes, he looked at the childish pussies, he jerked their clits as often as they wanted, but there was no way in the world he would have stuck his cock into such an immature cunt, and in no way would he have deflowered her, even if she was begging like a Romanian cheater.
So that explains why Oskar preferred to fuck old women. Yes, younger ones too, of course, but that wasn't his domain. For example, Ludmilla lived on the 8th floor. She was certainly his oldest cunt, old and wrinkled and very worn out. Supposedly she came from Russia (but it could also be Saxony), but it was certainly true that she was the prima ballerina of the State Opera in her time. The first dancer who had everyone turning around and thinking about nothing but fucking. Oskar didn't really care how old she really was, whether 80, 90 or 100. She really wanted to fuck or be fucked. He had gotten to know her just like the other older women; his mother had sent him to go shopping for the poor old woman. The rest came naturally; courtship or grating of licorice was not necessary for these old ladies. They asked the boy, and he nodded and went to work. Well, let's turn to Ludmilla first, because the Irma chapter was closed. She was gone, perdü.
So this is old Ludmilla. She is already quite old, so she could only enjoy his fucking, almost passively. But of course he fucked her in the bathroom, because after fucking he showered her very carefully, carefully cleaned her fuck hole of semen and dried her, then he dressed her and carried her in his arms to her wheelchair.
He could always fuck Ludmilla, she was always there and ready, willing. She sometimes told him about fucking in her youth, about fucking kings, princes, nobility and heads of state. Anyone who could pay the exorbitant price to fuck her. Ludmilla was still very rich and she had winked at him that she loved him like a grandson and that he would inherit her, perhaps in twenty years.
He spared her and only fucked her once a day, just once. She was beaming from ear to ear. "Jerking and fucking is what I have left, my boy. That'll have to be enough for such an old scarecrow."
Ludmilla was very frugal. She watched him fuck her on the edge of the bathtub. She was beaming because she had a tight cock in her fuck hole. And she had a crooked back, so she just leaned forward and watched the fucking with pleasure.
Oskar's cock fucked like a well-oiled machine. Of course, he fucked gently and carefully because of Ludmilla's fragile body.
Ludmilla was very frugal. Fucking once was enough for her. She would fantasize about it and think back to it later while jerking off.
He preferred to fuck Ludmilla on the edge of the bathtub, which was just the right height for cock and pussy.
Sometimes he would tell him about fucking in her youth, how she was deflowered by her uncle when she was 12. Her dad was out of the woods, now her uncle was with her mom, she was his sister. And nine, she was already old enough at 12, she loved fucking with her uncle, who took turns fucking both her mom and her. Mom cried a lot for Dad, who had abandoned her and Ludmilla because of a 15-year-old prostitute.
Sometimes Ludmilla said he would like to fuck a little faster and harder, that she wasn't dead yet.
But sitting on the edge of the bathtub became more and more problematic. Oskar put Ludmilla in the empty bathtub; her cock and pussy weren't in optimal condition, but it was safer for Ludmilla.
He also got to know old Wawranek from the 5th floor as a delivery boy. She lamented miserably because her Wawranek had already died before her; she couldn't forget him after 60 years of marriage. She had never been unfaithful to him, he had a little slip-up here or there, but she put up with it easily. She couldn't be mad at him, despite everything. And now she was whining because she had no one to fuck, no cuddly bear.
He liked fucking Wawranek so much because she played the suffering, the neglected, the victim par excellence so beautifully. Oh, she lamented, hers had come to this point, after 60 years of marriage without a single slip-up (apart from the 60-year-long incest with her brother). And now she is forced to let a child, a boy, fuck her. He visited Wawranek every time he came down from Ludmilla. His cock was still wet with Ludmilla's juices, but that didn't bother him or the wailing Wawranek. He didn't like fucking her, she was about 20 years younger than Ludmilla, but she secretly liked letting him fuck her, he knew that very well.
And then there was Ilse Pospischil. She had had an eventful sex life, she had buried three husbands, and now the strapping boy with the long-lasting cock was just what she wanted. He didn't visit her as often as Ludmilla and Wawranek, but she told him the hottest, nastiest experiences, and he liked that. She showed him her extensive collection of nude photos, she had taken countless self-timer pictures of being fucked, jerking off and having lots of dirty girl sex and fucking very young boys, she loved the little ones very much back then. Although she assured him that he would receive these albums in his will, he stole many of her pictures, at least the hottest ones.
The old Hauenberger from the 11th floor was a very gentle one. She had been a music teacher and had had many professors and students between her thighs. But she had much more extensive girl-girl sex with her students; her bisexual disposition was very strong. She somehow noticed that he visited Ludmilla and Wawranek regularly. She was very shy, but she loved a good fuck with a tight boy's cock. She only told him about her sex experiences with girls; she didn't want to talk about the boys and men. Oskar liked to fuck her, but not very often.
Babushka had been a cook all her life, but she never had time for her husband or children. He always had to laugh when she said, "Put your fish in the shell already." Yes, of course he put his fish in her shell, she loved Oskar's tight cock. She didn't really have a topic of conversation, her horizons were very limited and in his opinion she was far too far to the right politically, in his opinion. But she was a good gap-filler, that's all she was.
And there were the twins Lotti and Lotta. He could only tell them apart because Lotti had a white spot on her left inner thigh and Lotta had a bit of down on her crack. They were 58 years old, once famous as child stars, nude models and porn actresses. These were all yesterday's news, today they were forgotten. He fucked them both one after the other, with the other watching and waiting. He went to fuck them every day for a while, they were both really very experienced in this subject.
Very often he and Fritzi would go to the twins' house, they would fuck in the double bed and they would all have a great time. The wives were exchanged and the ride continued through the furrows. Six months later, the two twins moved out and bought a small house in Baden near Vienna.
It hit Oskar like a blow from a club. Ludmilla died in hospital at the age of 98, a week after her last fuck. Ludmilla was serious, she had no relatives at all and appointed Oskar as her universal heir. She had long ago bought a grave site in the central cemetery and was buried there. “Franziska Maier, 98a” was written on the makeshift wooden cross. Oskar and Mama sat with the notary, a very awkward and formal older man who could hardly tear his eyes away from Mama's thighs, since Mama never wore underpants or a thong in the summer, but let her pussy air out. If Oskar hadn't been so filled with sadness, he would have been thoroughly amused by the looks from the uptight notary. But mom had to come with him, he wasn't of age yet. He didn't have to explain much to Mama, he and Ludmilla had been fuck partners and Ludmilla had announced that she would make him the sole heir. She pouted, but that was all.
The notary read out Ludmilla's last will in a leisurely and extremely laborious manner. She left Oskar a large bank account, her movable belongings and mentioned her photo albums. Oskar should take good care of it and destroy it if he can't find any use for it. She also left him her jewelry, which the notary placed on the table in an ornate wooden box. "Francis M." was on the front. He opened the box and took out an inventory sheet that he had issued himself decades ago. For two grueling hours, he picked pieces from the box with his white-gloved hand, placed them on the cloth on the table, and read aloud. "Golden earrings in a crescent shape, estimated value 4,000 euros." So it went on and on, little by little. Oskar was bored and added up the estimates in his head. His jaw threatened to drop. Unless he miscalculated, that was jewelry worth 4.7 million euros. They instructed the notary to keep the wooden box and the inventory; he would get it in three years when he was of age. He walked home with Mom, even though it was a long way. He asked Mom if she would lend him money, he would pay it back once he had access to the bank account. Mom said yes, but what did he need money for now? Oskar said he would have a beautiful marble tombstone made for Ludmilla, and under the names and dates he would have it written, "Under the stage name 'Ludmilla', she was a prima ballerina at the Vienna State Opera from the year xxx to the year xxx. A jewel of the State Opera." Mom nodded, "You're a good boy, Oskar, you have a good heart, in the right place. Ludmilla would be very happy about that. Maybe the stonemason will make a pair of ballet shoes with it, what do you think?" She promised to help him with the wording and shape of the ballet shoes.
Oskar mourned Ludmilla for a long time and only visited the old women sporadically with Fritzi. They took on Fritzi's mom Jenny or his own mom every day; fucking gave him solid ground under his feet. His mom stopped making antics and accepted Fritzi fucking her. Oskar was grateful to her for that, he didn't need any screaming and swearing now.
Mom brought two surprising pieces of news. Firstly, she would be going on a world tour lasting several months. And secondly, Dad's mom, his grandma, had asked if she could temporarily stay with them; she would rather die in Vienna than in a foreign country in France. She had buried her admiral with full honors and now nothing kept her in France. Mom had promised her because she was going away for months, and by then Grandma would either find an apartment or a place in a retirement home. Grandma swallowed because she actually wanted to stay with them as a parasite, but that was out of the question for Mom. She wasn't her mother, but Dad's. Okay, then everything is settled, said mom and rubbed her hands. "Oskar, she's your grandma, not a strange nun you have to crack. Behave yourself, for once. When Dad finally finishes the shitty dam in Kenya, he'll come back and I don't want any drama, you hear me?" Oskar nodded, not a nun, but grandma from a distance. Also good. Mom left and he had a few days off to go cunt hunting with Fritzi, that was a really great thing, cunt hunting. Fritzi wanted younger pussies, he had enough of the old pussies. That was a very nice time.
Grandma arrived. The taxi driver had to carry four large suitcases up to Mom's bedroom, for which she gave him a decent tip. Oskar greeted the elegant Frenchwoman with three kisses on the cheek, as is customary in France. She was slim, elegantly dressed and around 70. She had silver-blue, finely coiffed hair. She put the contents of her suitcases in the closet, then went into the bathroom, which of course had no lock. A second later, naked Oskar entered the bathroom. Her first look was at his strapping Oskar, then she looked up. Questioning. "We're related, grandma, so you can bathe, shower or whatever together." Unmoved, she placed one piece of clothing after the other, neatly folded, on the laundry box and ran the bath water. “Do you like it hot or warm?” Warm, he said, "I don't want to boil my eggs!" Grandma snickered. "I'm not going to teach you any manners, young man, that's your mom's job." He said that was wrong, mom's job was to fuck him. She raised her eyebrows. "Since when?" She actually wanted to ask how long this rule has existed, but he answered, "since I was 12 and a half, Grandma. Mom wants me to be a good fucker and not a wimp like Dad." This was clearly a swipe, because grandma had rarely let her dad fuck her, and only with a very guilty conscience. Oskar knew exactly what happened, Mom had told him. He sat down in the bathwater opposite Grandma.
She looked at him sharply. "You don't mean to say that I...we..." she trailed off. He looked back proudly. "I'm well informed, grandma. Of course you let daddy fuck you, but you didn't teach him well. That's what mommy says." Grandma blushed all the way up to her chest. "That was a hundred years ago, Oskar. Forget it as if it never happened, d'accord?" Oscar nodded. "It doesn't affect me whether you and dad did anything else. Strictly speaking, that only concerns the two of you and maybe mom." She nodded. "You're a smart and quick-witted guy, Oskar. I actually only know you from photos; there are many kilometers between Vienna and Paris, my boy." He said, "A good one thousand kilometers, about 12 hours by train, grandma." She looked at him wide. "Your mom wrote to me saying you were top of your class last year." He nodded, "And of course I will this year too, I'm an alpha monkey and don't give up an inch of ground." They both grinned. She became serious again. "You say you've been fucking mom for years. Every day?" He nodded, "Yeah, except when she's away, I have a few other pussies in reserve." She gave him a big look. "In my youth here in Vienna they didn't say pussies, only perverts did that. They say vagina or roses, but not cunt." He looked at her with slight amusement. "If you're not a doctor or a priest, you say cunt these days. We borrowed the word from the Germans. That's no longer considered indelicate." She nodded, she would have to learn all this again. Oscar grinned. "Well, I can teach you everything about cunts, I have a master's certificate and a diploma in cunts." Now they both laughed heartily.
"I was expecting a little boy of 14 or 15, but you don't seem to be a child, a boy anymore, dear Oskar." She got out of the water because Oskar started to jerk off. Her second moment was almost over, she sat down next to the bathtub and watched him jerk off. "You jerk off just like your dad did when we bathed together, he jerked off and squirted a thousand times. I thought it was funny and, above all, right back then." she breathed in disbelief. Oskar gasped, "You should have taught him to fuck right away instead of making him jerk off a thousand times, Grandma. That must have spoiled him for fucking, I think." Her eyes opened wide as Oskar cummed high. "Jerking off isn't as good as fucking, Oskar, they say lately," she said. Oskar stared at her. "Okay, then I'd like to fuck you, right now."
He had left the water out, took her wrist and had her lie in the bathtub. He stared at her open cunt and continued cumming, squirting all over her womb. "First I need to know how you like to fuck, grandma. From behind like dogs, or from front like missionaries?" She blushed a tiny bit. "Of course not in the doggy position, my boy, where are you thinking? That you fuck me from behind like the male dog fucks the bitch!?" Oskar squirted again. "Okay, then let's fuck all over again like honest Christian people like to fuck indigenous girls." Si nodded, just a little unsettled because he was still jerking off like a bonobo.
She kept staring at his hard cock because he was still jerking off.
He finally stopped jerking off. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers. "How many times do you need it a day, Oskar? Your daddy only emptied himself after four or five masturbations." Oskar looked directly at her and held his cock in his hand. "Oh, I didn't count exactly, maybe around twenty times, fucking and jerking combined." She was very surprised.
Finally he ordered her to sit on the edge of the bathtub so that her cock and pussy would be at the same height. She laughed brightly as Oskar rammed his cock into her pussy, all the way to the hilt. "Oh, mon dieu!" she exclaimed. His cock completely filled her pussy hole. He fucked her quite well, her daughter-in-law, his mom, had done good groundwork.
She couldn't stop him from jerking off every now and then. The guy sometimes wanted to jerk off rather than fuck. OK. They fucked every day now, morning, morning, lunch, afternoon and evening too. The grandma was impressed, none of her previous lovers could fuck so often and then jerk off in between.
They sometimes fucked in the empty bathtub, sometimes next to the bathtub.
Sometimes he would get mom's dildo from her bedside store. Then he fucked her and fucked her with the dildo, taking turns. In Paris she had left behind her Godemiché, her dildo; she believed that she no longer needed it since her husband, the admiral, was dead. She would have been ashamed to death if her daughter-in-law found out that she often fucked herself with Godemiché until she passed out, like a common prostitute.
She was very ashamed when Oskar forced her to lick Mom's dildo. It was a beautiful dildo, very lifelike. Still, it was humiliating, but Oscar was just a pervert.
One thing was certain. Oskar's mom didn't have the slightest idea who his grandma really was. She had pigeonholed her as an 'aristocratic admiral's wife with no sex appeal'. What a fatal misjudgment! Over the course of the weeks, Oskar got to know Grandma very well.
Born as Rosemarie Filsmeyer in Vienna-Alsergrund in the 50s, she had a carefree youth. She was 13 and mature, but dad was deaf and didn't want to deflower or fuck his little daughter. But Uncle Abraham, who warmed her mother's bed during her father's long journeys, had an open ear. Grinning, he deflowered little Rosi and fucked her until she gave up. Her mom was a little jealous, but that didn't matter. The 13-year-old quickly fledged and fluttered from tail to tail like a butterfly.
<At 19, she fell in love with Lieutenant Armand de Montlieu-Diclos, who worked in the French embassy. They married and moved to Paris. Isabelle and two years later Pierre were born. For the next 15 years they led a sex-focused married life and raised their children to be upstanding Christians. Rosi and Armand gave themselves free rein for little quickies, as long as they took place in the marital bed. Armand loved very young girls' bodies, Rosi was more for well-hung blacks. The partner could watch his partner having foreign sex and it was good. They both found that exciting. In 1968, the global sexual revolution began, and they gave their children free rein to discover their sexuality.
On Isabelle's 14th birthday - it was lightly lit - Armand took Isabelle by the hand and led her to the marriage bed. Rosi held her breath as he deflowered his radiant daughter and fucked her skillfully. Yes, she said to herself, Armand must have done something good. They had the Paris apartment remodeled; instead of the master bedroom and the children's room, there were now two master bedrooms, one for Armand and Isabelle and the other for Rosi and Pierre. Rosi and Armand had thought about it for a long time, discussed it and decided together. It turned out to be a good decision.
Rosi and Pierre got along wonderfully. Every evening Rosi fucked herself into nirvana with the dildo and Pierre jerked off like ten little blacks. Rosi taught him that a man shouldn't just waste his semen "in the air", but should squirt it into mom's mouth, that's what nature intended. And Pierre loved it, because Mom sucked and sucked on his cock, sucking out the semen vigorously when he squirted. Armand, who had a weakness for teen girls' bodies and teen pussies, was happy to fuck Isabelle.
"Maybe," she mused later when she told Oskar, "maybe I should have let Pierre fuck him much earlier, maybe I'm partly to blame for his fixation on jerking off," she said. But Pierre loved it when his mom fucked himself with the dildo and he could jerk off until the tank was empty. And, said Rosi with lowered eyes, she thought fucking herself with a dildo was the ape man's most ingenious invention at the time.
Oskar fucked his grandma several times a day. The only thing she didn't like was the doggy style and the ass fucking, she found that disgusting. But she was always thrilled because Oskar's tight cock was able to please her quite well. Since she never orgasmed during fucking or rubbed her clit, he assumed she masturbated when she was alone. And she didn't hide the fact that she used mom's dildo diligently and was happy to let him watch.
At 23, Isabelle became pregnant by Armand and she quickly married a guards officer with a tight cock. But she comes to Armand's every month to spend the night with her dad. She had two more children, but Grandma didn't know whether the officer or Armand was the children's father. Isabelle would rather risk a serious argument with her captain than forgo the night with dad.
When Pierre was 15, she would sometimes make him fuck her when she had fucked herself enough with the dildo. Pierre, of course, fucked her with all the passion of youth, but fucking his mom never became his favorite position. If she sucked his semen out with all her might while he was jerking off, yes, that was it!
Grandma was thrilled when Fritzi found time and came over to fuck. Fritzi cheekily complained to Oskar that, at 71, Grandma was far too old for a hunky boy like him, but he was always thrilled because Grandma knew how to fuck a boy. She had fucked a lot of young boys, even very young ones, in her time, back then.
It was always a celebration for grandma when Fritzi fucked her and she saw Oskar jerking off.
Fritzi was a magician, so to speak. He could ram his cock in and pull out so quickly that grandma thought he had two cocks, which of course he didn't.
Fritzi and Oskar took turns fucking Grandma. She grinned that they were all three very naughty guys, but she was happy to go along with the joke because the two guys fucked her almost to the point of climax.
When grandma sat on the edge of the bathtub, she looked as if no water could cloud her. But she could, by God, and how!
She had a way of looking like an innocent lamb, but it was just deceptive. She didn't want to deceive anyone, but she sometimes looked as innocent as can be.
Grandma was impressed when Oskar slowly put her on his cock and Fritzi threw his seed over.
Grandma was always up for a fuck at any time. This gave her power over the two teenagers.
Oskar rubbed Grandma's clit very hard until she gasped. Then he fucked her.
Oskar had copied that from Fritzi, who always turned Grandma on with his thumb.
Sometimes Grandma would jerk her clit with a very shy and guilty look when one of the boys squirted next to the bathtub.
Oskar loved pulling Grandma's hood back over her clit and exposing her clit while fucking. Grandma's clit was always red and sometimes sore, even though she rarely jerked her clit in his presence, but the facts spoke for themselves. Only when she fucked herself with mom's dildo did she like to let Oskar watch.
Grandma kept asking Oskar what it was like to fuck very, very old women, and whether he still enjoyed it? Were the women happy to do it or only reluctantly?
Grandma would sometimes jerk his cock when he jerked her clit at the same time. Clit wanking was a major emotional hurdle for the old slut. It was always very embarrassing for her to orgasm in front of the boy.
Grandma bared her teeth when Oskar fucked her in the bathtub and her clit screamed under the hood.
She bent Fritzi's glans back and forth until he almost had to squirt. Then she rammed his cock into her pussy hole, all the way up.
Once a year, Grandma reported, at New Year's, when they were all drunk, the four of them lay in Armand's bed. That was the only night where they forced Pierre to fuck Isabelle again and again until his tank was empty. Isabelle thought it was sour, but her little brother fucked her to nirvana. Isabelle writhed and moaned as she orgasmed in a rush. Pierre only fucked her that one night a year.
Grandma Rosi felt somehow young when Fritzi was there and fucked her.
Grandma had to shout and cheer when Fritzi fucked her. He always brought her half a step away from climax, and when she thought the boys weren't looking, she secretly and quickly jerked her clit to orgasm. The boys only came closer when the orgasm had broken out and her finger was still racing on her clit for several minutes. It didn't matter to her that the boys were now watching her.
When she fucked Oskar alone, she often came to the anteroom of orgasm. Oskar had asked her, for God's sake, to jerk her clit to orgasm while he leisurely injected into her pussy hole. At first she didn't want to, but then she did it anyway, red in the face, shy and embarrassed. But it reassured her that Oskar liked watching it so much, so it gradually became normal.
Yes, now she jerked her clit while fucking and made sure not to trigger the orgasm until he was about to squirt.
When Oskar the oats stung, he drove up to the old Pospischil and fucked her properly. He had neglected her for weeks, but she said the young French woman was here now, right? Oskar grinned, calling the 71-year-old grandma a young Frenchwoman was a bit exaggerated, but he didn't contradict the Pospischil.
On some weekends, Grandma's best friend, Florence, spent the night with them; she lay obediently next to Grandma and Oskar. She was perhaps 64, worked at the French Embassy and tried to look as close to her grandmother as possible. Oskar fucked them both one after the other, and during the break the women did the clit licking. Florence had resisted, but then Oskar had spoken out. Alternatively, she could sleep in the stairwell if she didn't want to fuck. Florence argued that she was more of a girl-sex type and that she only fucked men when the Republic required her to. Grandma was right, Florence was a disaster when it came to fucking. Oskar tried to loosen up Florence and they jerked off at the same time while grandma crouched in the corner and gnawed on her fingernails. No, the Florence was a fucking disaster.
On the first day, Grandma tried to lighten the mood. She knelt behind Florence and massaged her neck while Oskar very carefully pushed his cock into Florence's fuck hole, like a thief in the night. Florence's eyes widened as he was buried deep in her cunt. Grandma smiled. "Come on, don't be a frog, Flo, let the boy fuck him, there's really nothing to it!" So the shy Florence finally let herself be fucked.
But when a second boy, Fritz, came into the bathroom, Florence was confused. Oskar and Fritzi had agreed to rape Florence, and that's what they did. Florence fought back with tears in her eyes, but then she surrendered and let both little criminals fuck her one after the other, again and again, until their tanks were empty. Grandma was sitting in the corner and grinning from ear to ear. This was not a crime, this was an initiation.
Grandma calmed her down. "Come on, sit next to him and you both jerk off, that's it! I know for a fact that you like to jerk off in public, you horny little slut!"
Florence lost her shyness over the weekends and masturbated and fucked as desired. She sat down with Fritzi in the bathtub and jerked off together, which wasn't embarrassing at all for her.
One Saturday morning, Oskar took Mom's dildo into the bathroom. He wanted to demonstrate to Florence how well he could fuck her grandma to orgasm with the dildo. Florence, who had never had a dildo inserted into her cunt. opened his eyes. Then the grandma took her in her arms and held her brutally while Oskar fucked her with the dildo to climax.
Again and again Oskar let Florence jerk off her clit and she liked doing it, she liked having spectators there, Grandma and Oskar.
Florence smiled blissfully when Oskar sat next to her and jerked her clit with his thumb. For Florence, wanking her clit wasn't actually sex, fucking was sex. Oskar accepted that and jerked her off very often; all he had to do was turn around to face Grandma to fuck her. If Florence found fucking so disgusting, then he didn't fuck her during the day, only at night, until she collapsed from exhaustion.
Florence was grateful if he didn't fuck her in the bathroom in front of her grandma. She jerked it off out of gratitude, because the boy was actually quite okay.
Oskar was fucking Grandma in the bathtub, and Florence was sitting in the corner, nervously biting her fingernails. She knew how much Rosi liked to fuck, much more than her and with real enthusiasm.
Once Oskar brought old Pospischil with him and fucked her in front of Grandma and Florence. The old saddlecloth was completely shameless and didn't have the slightest shyness about letting himself be fucked in front of his grandma and her bosom friend. Grandma whispered to Florence in French that the old woman was already very wrinkled, but her cunt wasn't at all; her reddened clit indicated high volcanic activity. Florence nodded in agreement, yes that was definitely the case! Old Pospischil was very hungry and asked him to carry on. He fucked old Pospischil three times, then he had enough of her.
The mom came back from her world tour, tanned and smiling blissfully. As promised, she had fucked every free minute, boys from all over the world and all continents, those with small and huge cocks. No, she had had no emergency during all these months, by God, no! She had faithfully kept her promise to Oskar and fucked all the cocks that weren't up to three! Oskar's welcome fuck made her very happy and she cried with joy.
And he reported how things had gone with grandma and that she had to seriously revise her image of grandma. She asked, "Fritz too?" and he nodded, yes, Fritzi often fucked Grandma too, they even forced Florence to fuck her once, no, not rape! God knows how she would always have asked if he or Fritzi wanted to fuck her in the bathroom in front of Grandma. But at night, when the twilight made the sins invisible, he fucked Grandma and Florence alternately, both three, four or even five times, until his tank was completely empty. Mom grinned, of course her boy could easily fuck ten times in a row without his cock breaking off! And at night, in the dark, Florence fucked with such ferocity and passion that one could only be amazed!
Grandma moved on. She had picked up a lawyer, a crooked lawyer for the underworld. She was happy to move in with him because he was a very hard-working fucker and had also promised her that she would fuck lots of gangsters if it suited his intentions. Grandma's eyes lit up suspiciously when she mentioned the gangster thing. "Oskar, imagine a lot of really big gangster cocks!" she exclaimed. And no, "Of course I won't marry him, the cripple. For me, my Armand is far from dead, and I won't give up my cunt for bigamy!" Mom was surprised; she would never have expected her mother-in-law to speak such language. She looked at Oskar, confirming that he was probably right.
The old routines were resumed. Long before sunrise, Oskar crept down the corridor to Fritzi's apartment with a towel around his hips. He lay down silently next to Fritzi and Jennifer, Fritzi's mom. He nudged Fritzi and Jenny. Jenny looked around and laughed quietly, chuckling. There they were, her two morning boners, who would inject their tanks halfway into her fuck hole. Oh yes, she was really happy because both boys had tight cocks and fucked much better than many men. She usually took her Fritzi, the treasure of her heart, first. She had been fucking her son for years, she had taught him how to fuck very conscientiously and had already put a lot of girls between his thighs, because he should know that there were different bodies, passions, breasts and pussies. He shouldn't become a mommy's boy who only and exclusively fucked his mommy. The two took her by the wrists and ran with her to the bathroom, that was the right place for sins, more sins, for all sins of the flesh!
She was only 31 and had Fritzi when she was 16. His father was a second-rate pop singer who didn't give a shit about their living conditions or his son, the sad asshole! After all, he sent a hefty check every month, and that was enough for her; she never wanted to see the guy again. Yes, he had come every night during the pregnancy, high on drugs and heavily drunk, but he popped Viagra after Viagra and fucked Jenny with her sweet baby bump all night long until the rooster crowed. She jerked off during the long fucking until she had enough of the many orgasms. That was okay with her, yes. She wanted to fuck and jerk off, God damn it! And she fucked a whole lot of young boys much younger than her while she was pregnant. They were in full puberty and only had one thing on their minds: emptying their tanks in pussies. But this fucking with the sweet young angels stopped at the same time as the pregnancy, it didn't become an addiction. In the years after Fritzi was born, they sent the mom and the baby into the garden so that she could fuck and jerk off endlessly with her dad in peace and with real pleasure. Daily. In the past he couldn't bring himself to deflower his little daughter and fuck her regularly; the secret fucking only started during pregnancy, gradually and very timidly, because her mom would have scratched his eyes out! And she brought him lots of Viagra so he could fuck her properly like she wanted. He simply owed her that, Dad! They couldn't send Mom out in bad weather, and she died a thousand deaths listening to them panting and fucking for hours. Jenny only ended it when Fritzi became sexually mature, when she had her own little man in her bed and taught him to squirt.
Jennifer had big, full breasts and a beautifully shaved pussy like a young girl should have. Fritzi was always allowed to fuck her first, that was just the way it was, and she was visibly happy when he fucked her. And he made every effort to give his mom a wonderful morning fuck, for her every morning fuck should be a holiday fuck and never a boring chore. Somehow he wanted to make her forget the shitty pop singer and show her how genuinely, lovingly and passionately a son could fuck his mom. Fritzi buried his face in her neck and, smiling happily, let it cum into her fuck hole. Jenny only jerked her clit briefly before Fritzi squirted into it and she twitched blissfully in orgasm. Then he rolled to his side, satisfied. He had enough.
Oskar really enjoyed fucking Jennifer. Actually, Jenny was far too young in his prey scheme, she was probably the youngest. But she was so divinely fine to fuck that he rolled his eyes in pleasure. The first round went by much too quickly, she jerked off like crazy and he squirted into her cunt in spurts - and while she squirted she tied him up with a fabulous French kiss, she was damn good at that. Oskar always needed a very long second round, and she granted it with a smile. She enjoyed every round with Oskar in full.
She never thought about who fucked her better, Fritzi or Oskar. In any case, during Oskar's second course she rubbed her clit and jerked off violently in the final spurt, so that her abdomen twitched and heaved in orgasm while Oskar spurted his tank into her cunt hole. He squirted into her orgasm, he bit her neck gently and discharged in spurts, like a machine.
Oh, how Jenny loved this beautiful hour of the morning! Two wonderful orgasms and three times fucking with her two favorite sons!
The three of them sat naked in the kitchen and drank hot black coffee. Jennifer called this the "Naked Mocha", they looked out the kitchen window over the treetops as the dawn rose and finally the sun appeared. The birds woke up and came to the kitchen ledge where Jenny had scattered grains. She looked out thoughtfully. "The good Lord gave us such beautiful nature, we haven't managed to destroy it in millions of years, but we are busy doing it. The good God, and I don't even know if he exists, he gave us beautiful bodies, breasts, pussies, cocks and tanks filled to the brim with semen. Just so that we can enjoy it!" She stroked the boys' hands as they lay on the table. "Oskar, I know about your fondness for grandmas, you obviously fuck them with the greatest pleasure, otherwise you wouldn't fuck them anymore, your old wives. Every time you fuck me, I notice that you're not lost to this old saddle pad. Deep down, you feel something when you fuck me, and by God I'm not an ancient saddle pad yet!" Fritz nodded sagely. "Mom, don't worry about my Oscar. I'll take him to young and youngest pussies, count on that. Only, it takes time to get the stubborn donkey through the barn door." All three of them grinned. Oskar became serious again. "Jenny, there's a long and sad history, I might talk about it one day, but not today. I notice how Fritzi lures me between the thighs of younger women and girls, but I'm probably not ready for it yet. Sorry."
The two heroes kissed Jennifer on the lips, tied a towel around their waists and scurried out. Just a few steps down the corridor and they entered Oskar's apartment very quietly. They lay down with their morning slats next to Irene, Oskar's mom. Oskar nudged her. "Wake up, you sleepyhead!" Mom woke up and looked around. Aha! The morning greeting party was there, the bayonets already fixed. She put her arms around the two boys and greeted the morning with a hearty Tyrolean Alpine yodel, at the end she trilled her tongue like the Arabs and then grinned at them both. "Well then, let's get started!" And she ran straight to the bathroom to piss, the boys followed her. The guys grinned and looked at the fountain that bubbled out of their cunts. She sat on the soft bathroom carpet and leaned back, the bathtub was sunk into the tiles. "So, rock, paper, scissors? Who wants to go first?"
She was slim, dark-haired, 33 and had nice, full breasts and a cleanly shaved pussy. There was only a small area she hadn't shaved, the dark girlish down was heart-shaped. She wanted a slightly different looking pussy, nothing else. Fritzi started. Irene had accepted him as Oskar's bosom friend and she was very happy to let him fuck her. He was very good at it, and in no time he had fucked her to the top of the hill. "Now!" Fritzi called out quietly and she jerked her clit very quickly. Her orgasm came at just the right time, coinciding with Fritzi's cumming. She held him captive with a French kiss, her Fritzi-boy, while he spurted spurts into her cunt hole. He turned away, he just couldn't take it anymore!
She hugged Oskar's shoulders and pulled him between her thighs. Oskar's cock was a little bigger and definitely thicker than Fritzi's. She knew her boy very well and knew that he needed and wanted two rounds. She sighed happily as his cock penetrated to the end of her fuck channel. He had his own rhythm when he fucked, it was easy for her after so many years to adapt to his rhythm and get in sync with him. She didn't need to ask him, she knew exactly when to start jerking off. Oskar knew exactly when he was allowed to cum, namely at the moment when her abdomen began to twitch and sway.
Oskar's second round always lasted much longer than the first. He always managed to make the lust rise in mom's abdomen, now she started to jerk off and she gave herself very small orgasms until she realized that he was ready to cum. >She would sometimes bite his earlobe as she increased her masturbation pace and triggered her Big Orgasm. Oskar knew this was the moment. He grabbed her ass cheeks tightly and lifted her a few centimeters so that her orgasm-twitching cunt blossomed like a rose petal. He shot his load in spurts right into her orgasmic fuck hole, she laughed and cried with pleasure and ecstasy. He had only been doing this recently; the twins had taught him that. They held each other tightly for minutes and Fritzi didn't make a sound, this moment was simply sacred. Dann lösten sie sich.
Irene had prepared a sailor's breakfast, she only made the fried eggs fresh, then there were fried eggs, fried bacon slices, fried half tomatoes, fried black pudding slices, cheese slices and slightly warmed bread from the farmers market. She always discussed with Fritzi's mother, Jennifer, who would make the sons' sailor's breakfast. Of course, they had breakfast naked, the first rays of sunlight fell through the window and warmed their bodies and souls. She usually asked how things were at school and of course how things were going with the girls. In this sprint the Fritz was ahead, no doubt about it. He was an excellent cunt hunter, no one doubted that.
The mother took the sons' hands in hers. "In the three months of our world tour I had 118 fucks, I haven't even calculated the average yet." Fritzi, like a shot: "About 1.4 per day, Irene." She smiled mildly. "What I wanted to say is that I always missed your three fucks in the morning, the 1.4 a day were usually at night when I slept next to one or more guys. But it was never as beautiful and as intimate as with you two, and it couldn't be. On tour, fucking is just a compulsory exercise for us girls, and many girls don't take part in it at all, they prefer to forego sex altogether or devote themselves to girl sex, which is the last thing these days Scream. Even though girl sex existed when we still lived like monkeys in trees and didn't know computers." Fritzi stroked her hand. "So it's been like this for a good 5 million years. Mama Irene, I haven't dared to ask you until now whether you also have girl sex with my mother?" Irene blushed up to her chest. "Yes, Fritzi, sometimes, maybe once a month or in six weeks. If one of us urgently needs clit licking, then. Neither of us are actually bisexual. We are only friends because of the two of you, otherwise there would hardly be any points of contact. She just told me that she still occasionally visits her parents and lets her dad fuck her, with Viagra of course. I told her that it's okay for me, even if I don't know the background of it, of course." Fritzi's head snapped up. "She's still fucking Grandpa? I didn't know that. But it'll be okay, I think. I won't talk to her about it under any circumstances, it's part of Mom's privacy." Irene nodded. "Give her freedom, don't intrude into her private affairs. That never ends well, Fritz."
Irene, of course, knew about Oskar's fixation on the old women. But she didn't mention it in front of the two boys; she had developed her own strategy. She researched her colleagues in the choir, after all they were female members. She immediately excluded the older ones, i.e. those over 35. She soon found 3 who fulfilled two conditions: girl sex with her in the presence of Oskar and being willing to be fucked by Oskar. She arranged appointments with them individually. So she carefully led Oskar into the world of younger pussies.
Evelyn came first. She was 29, a little pimply on her freckled, bespectacled face. She was at the beginning of her pregnancy, she kept quiet about her father, and at least no marriage was intended (or possible). Sexually she was very open-minded and willing to experiment. The small talk soon ended, the three of them went to mom's bedroom and lay naked on mom's double bed. Mom and Oskar looked at Evelyn's body and she looked at hers. Evelyn was slim, her red hair was braided into Pippi Longstocking braids. Her breasts had apparently only recently grown and were marred by wide stretch marks. She noticed Mom's look and said, "I smear and smear the cream, but I still got streaks." She already had a small baby tummy. Her pussy was clean-shaven and looked cute and Oskar parted her pussy lips with his fingers. Evelyn blushed. "Yeah, my clit is a little sore because when my brother... when I don't have a guy to fuck, I just jerk off. That's completely normal." Mom and Oskar nodded in agreement.
Mom said: "Oskar, Evelyn and I first do girl sex, clit licking. You may not have seen that often." Oskar shook his head, "No, never." Mom continued. So you should just watch us first. When we're done and Evelyn still wants to fuck, then you can fuck until the beams bend. Okay?" Evelyn nodded, "Bend the beam, that sounds really good, Irene. Is it just me fucking Oskar, or are you?" Mom shook her head. "When we're done, he's yours, yours alone. You can eat him skin and hair, darling." Evelyn grinned crookedly.
Mom and Irene cuddled for a bit, then mom dived down and took Evelyn's entire cunt into her mouth. Her tongue must have danced a polka on Evelyn's clit, because the girl rose like a rocket. Then they swapped places and now mom had her clit licked. Oskar immediately realized that she didn't like Evelyn's service. At some point her finger pushed past Evelyn's tongue and Mom jerked herself off furiously, Oskar knew that very well. Mom really let it rip and then fell back on the pillow. "Oskar, your performance!" Mom whispered. He immediately grabbed Evelyn's ass cheeks. "How do we start, doggy style or missionary?" he asked. Evelyn replied, doggy style first, okay? She got on all fours and Oskar penetrated immediately. Evelyn sighed happily, "He fills me so wonderfully, Oskar!" He fucked her and cum inside after maybe 5 minutes. He turned her onto her back. "Now comes the main course," he murmured. He fucked her for probably 20 minutes, but he didn't dare lie on her because he was afraid of crushing the baby. Now Evelyn rose like a rocket, she jerked and jerked until God had mercy. And she was orgasming non-stop. Oskar grinned, he liked that. "I have to cum!" he gasped, and Evelyn nodded. He was disappointed that she didn't seem to care about sharing a rhythm or getting into sync. She jerked her clit and he fucked her pussy hole like one had nothing to do with the other. He grabbed her ass and lifted her so that her pussy opened wide, then spurted his load into it in spurts. It was a pretty unfulfilling thing, that.
Evelyn had had enough, her knees were as weak as pudding. A few trivialities and pleasantries were exchanged, then Evelyn wandered off. Oskar and mom looked at each other. She said, "That was a shot in the arm, my boy." Oskar murmured, "I'm quite sure the child had made her her brother. She blabbed and corrected herself. She seems to be very ashamed of it. Isn't the girl really modern, mom?" Mom laughed, "I noticed that too. You could be right, she fucks her brother in secret and has a child by him. That wouldn't be a big deal. But the way she deals with it is unfortunately pretty stupid." She thought for a moment. "Be honest, Oskar. Wasn't it nice to fuck a 29 year old?" Oskar scratched his head. "Yes, mom, yes. I can clearly feel that Fritzi and you are trying very hard to convey to me the joy of fucking young pussies. And I tell you, I really enjoy fucking young pussies too, because I don't really have a fixation on women of grandma's age. A whimsy, it's nothing more than that, it's never been. What really still scares me is the thought of deflowering. I just can't imagine that I'm doing this to a girl. Can you understand that?" Mom thought. "Okay, I'll take what you just said literally. You have no problem at all with fucking young pussies, assuming they've already been deflowered?" Oscar nodded. "Exactly, Mom. No problem fucking young pussies. I only shit myself when I have to do violence to a little girl, stick my cock into her and she bleeds. That's a horror, I just can't do it, Mom. I can't."
She pulled him to her chest and hugged her. "I'm glad you're not a hebephile pervert, my boy. You don't have to deflower a girl, maybe not for the rest of your life. Maybe you won't deflower your daughter when she's hot. That's okay, I think. And if you're head over heels in love and you have to deflower your loved one, you'll be able to do it. Love is the sharpest weapon in us, Oskar. It makes us move mountains or touch our loved ones gently and tenderly "But that's not the case. I'm completely at peace. Go out with Fritzi and grab all the pussies out there, follow his heels and mount a thousand horny pussies. I'd be very happy about that, Oskar." She hugged him for a long time. "I stand behind you, also behind Fritz. He is a good boy and your real friend. And when the time is right for you, Jennifer and I will let you go, your cocks don't belong to your moms, but only to yourselves." Oskar's tears ran down his cheeks and dripped onto Mom's breasts. "Mom, you're the best mom in the world," he breathed, burying his face in her neck. She held him tight, he was her boy, her everything. She would fuck him until he was ready to leave the nest.
He and Fritz skipped school when there was nothing important. They were at the top of their class and that made things easier. The teachers weren't allowed to say it out loud, but it was clear to them that the boys had more important things to do than sharpening the seat of their pants at school. Fritzi puffed on his joint. "Os, what do you think, would you like to go with me to meet my current flame, maybe even to fuck her? Natasha is the hottest thing around. And she would like to have me to fuck her." Oscar nodded. "If you think I could use something nice, then I'm on board, Captain." So the two of them went to Natasha's accommodation. "No, you know I can't receive visitors here, Fritzi, my love. Can we go to your house?" Fritz already had his cell phone to his ear and asked Jennifer directly. "No. Mom, just Natasha, Ossi and I, we need the bathroom to ourselves. You should stay in the living room or the kitchen and let us have a little fun. We'll just fuck, nothing else, Mom. Is that okay?" They set off. Natasha was a beauty, Oskar could see that immediately, even when she was still dressed. She had dyed red hair and had it braided into two long braids. She politely gave her mother Jennifer her hand, then the three of them disappeared into the bathroom. The den for all carnal pleasures and sins.
Oskar recapitulated as they undressed. Natasha was 24 years old, a nurse and a refugee from the Ukrainian war. She was unmarried and had no children. She had to stay in shared accommodation until she received a residence and work permit. That would take weeks, even months. Oskar wondered if Natasha's breasts were real or made of silicone? He would probably have to ask her.
Natasha sat down next to the bathtub and motioned for Oskar to kneel between her thighs. She examined his cock in her hand, twisted and turned it and pulled the foreskin back so far that it hurt. She felt his testicles extensively and nodded with satisfaction. She leaned forward and touched his glans with the tip of her tongue. "I told Friedrich, I have to check your cock and your sack of balls. I don't fuck a sick cock, a cripple or an illness. I told Friedrich. But your cock is okay so far, my little Mr. Oskar, it seems healthy and capable enough for fucking." Oscar smiled. "Thank you, I understand your motive and that's fine with me. I've never had an STD before and I'm very glad about that. I don't want to make you sick, Natasha." he paused for a moment. "I need to take a good look at you too, girl." He spread her pussy lips and looked into her cunt. "Your clit is all red, rubbed raw, Natasha!" he said. She gave him a withering look. "If Mr. Friedrich never has time to fuck, I have to jerk off the clit very hard, otherwise I'll go crazy in the head. And jerking off is completely normal, and sometimes the clit is very offended by a lot of jerking off and becomes angry and inflamed. And that's just the way it is, every clit of a virgin is inflamed and of an abandoned woman too, you know that, Mr. Oskar." He grinned. "Yes, I know that, it's nothing bad, Natasha."
"One more thing. Tell me, are your breasts real, natural, or with silicone?" Another look caught his eye. "You're crazy, Mr. Oskar. Breasts are 100% original, not a piece of silicon. Silicon surgery costs 20 thousand American dollars, and where is a girl like me supposed to get 20 thousand dollars? Bank robbery, that's correct answer. Did I rob a bank!? Well, your question is not very intelligent. My breasts are all original, they get a lot of love from many boys and also from me when I jerk off. Making love and jerking off are good for one Girl's breast guaranteed." Oscar smiled. "It's okay, Natasha. I didn't mean to ask aggressively. I just wanted to know, many of our girls have silicone breasts because they think men like them. I love natural breasts more than silicone breasts." He paused. "Natasha, among friends you don't say Mr. Friedrich or Mr. Oskar or Miss Natasha. Everyone says Fritz or Fritzi and Oskar or Ossi, and we say Natasha and not Ms. Kravlova." Natasha jumped. "Who is Ms. Kravlova!?" Oscar smiled. "A fantasy character. I just wanted to ask you to address us as Fritz and Oskar, or Fritzi and Ossi, that's what we say. Okay?" Natasha was dissatisfied. "I'm not Friedrich's promised wife, we've never talked about getting married, just fucking. I'm not going to marry a boy who has a good cock like Friedrich, but is so young, could be my baby. We're not marrying that, definitely not, Oskar."
Oskar and Fritz both laughed. "Yes, exactly, Natasha. We just want to fuck and squirt very well and a lot, but definitely not get married. Definitely just fucking, Natasha." She looked directly at Fritz. "Speak for yourself, do you even want to fuck Natasha and not get married? Say it yourself." Fritz smiled at her in love. "Yes, Natasha, I just want to fuck you, five times in a row, and I certainly won't marry you, you're way too old, like my grandmother." Natasha began to cry. But it was this false, lying, artificial crying that little girls use as blackmail. Natasha looked between her fingers to see if the crying was having an effect. "I already knew that, Fritz, you don't love Natasha, you only love Natasha's hole just because you can cum in it. But fucking without love is like schnitzel but without meat in it." Fritz allowed himself to be softened, much to Oskar's annoyance. "But Natasha, my love, my love! I love you madly and want to fuck you day and night without a break!" Natasha removed her hands from her face and smiled triumphantly. "So you didn't lie to Natasha. You're in love with me and that's the only reason you want to fuck my hole?" She looked at Oskar disdainfully. "Oskar doesn't have to love me, Oskar is a good friend of my Friedrich and can also fuck in my hole. Is that good, my Fritz, my Mr. Darling?" Fritz breathed a sigh of relief and nodded eagerly. "That's exactly how it is good, Natasha, darling, Mia Suchka." He added. "We're not men who want to marry women, we just want to fuck and cum in their hole. Take turns, of course. So once me, then Oskar, then me again, and again Oskar, until we run out of diesel. Then it's over. Isn't that great, Natasha, suchka?"
Natasha smiled widely. "It was exactly as ordered. You fuck me with a lot of love in your eyes, as often as you want and inject everything into my hole, a lot of diesel, Fritz darling. And your friend Oskar can also inject a lot of diesel into my hole, he doesn't have to love, that's what you do, my little boy, my dearest Friedrich." Oskar asked, "Are you on the pill, the contraceptive pill, Natasha?" "No," she replied, "I'm a nurse and I inject birth control medicine with a syringe into my ass every three months so I don't get little Natashas, Oskar." Oskar nodded, that's okay too. Natasha held out her arms. "Come here, Fritz, my dearest boy, fuck my hole really hard and then don't skimp on diesel, okay?" Fritz jumped up and walked between her welcoming thighs.
Oskar watched as Fritzi fucked Natasha. She beamed all over her face and looked down at her pussy, which Fritzi was now fucking very hotly. her face changed into a smile. Fritz murmured, "You can jerk off while fucking, Natasha darling. Oskar knows that, it's nothing new." Natasha looked at Oskar, was that true? Oscar nodded. "My mom always jerks off when I fuck her hole." Natasha grimaced. "A decent boy doesn't fuck his mom. And Friedrich also promised to stop fucking his mom's hole and injecting his diesel into it. Only gangsters and Russian devils do that, I explained to him. And Friedrich doesn't want to be a gangster anymore." Fritz and Oskar exchanged a look that said it all.
Natasha jerked off, but she was very shy because only prostis, the paid sluts, did that. But she really liked jerking off, even while fucking. Fritzi winked at Oskar, he signaled how nice Natasha was to fuck. He fucked Natasha's fuck hole with great pleasure, she was really good to fuck, Fritzi said later.
Fritzi had squirted and made room for Oskar. Natasha sighed deeply because Oskar's cock was a lot bigger than Fritz's. Her face showed surprise, anticipation and pure lust. Oskar fucked her hard, first impressions were important. Soon, a sorrowful tone came into Natasha's facial expressions and she began to jerk off without asking. Oh yes, despite all the language barriers, she knew how important the shared rhythm was for getting in sync. and so he shot his seed deep into her pussy hole and she jerked off a little more to finish her fifth orgasm.
Fritz waved his hand. Natasha protested. “Not alternately,” she whistled in mock protest. Oscar grinned. "I'm the big brother and I'm 18, and Fritz is the little brother, he's only turning 17," he lied cheekily. "We always do it like this, him once, me twice, then everyone has a break to regenerate." Natasha groaned. "Your face is 15, your cock is 25. Fritzi's face and cock are both 16. Not a minute older." Oskar didn't object, if she didn't swallow it, it didn't matter. He fucked Natasha a little longer this time and she jerked off diligently, tiring herself with each successive orgasm.
Fritz said he wanted to fuck between her breasts. "Not in the hole directly?" she asked disappointedly. But Fritz insisted and cheekily fucked her between her big breasts. Natasha knew what the house custom was, opened her mouth wide and lowered it over his glans as he cummed. She swallowed it and licked her lips. "Darling Friedrich, your diesel tastes very healthy, like salty white chocolate, but it doesn't make you fat like chocolate." All three of them were grinning, their expressions really funny.
Oskar guided her into the bathtub, Fritzi stood behind her. He fucked her twice again, didn't stop after cumming, but kept fucking her. She jerked off like a madwoman, she orgasmed like a machine gun and Oskar was sure she wouldn't be able to stand this pace much longer. That's how it was, she was completely exhausted and exhausted and stopped jerking off. He shot his second load deep into her fuck hole and beamed. "We're going to fuck this woman to shame all week," he whispered, audible only to Fritzi. Natasha looked from one to the other, not understanding the meaning. Oskar said, "We've all had enough for today, shall we continue tomorrow?" She nodded eagerly. "Yes, tomorrow is very good. We are making a sequel, like film, second part?" Fritz and Oskar nodded. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, Suchka. Great sequel tomorrow, movie continues, chapter 2."
Natasha got up and showered her pussy. Strangely enough, she inserted her extended index and middle fingers into her pussyhole and fucked herself under the running water. Fritzi and Oskar watched in astonishment as she washed out her pussy. She finger-fucked herself for probably 5 minutes, then her legs twitched wildly, her whole body trembled and she stopped finger-fucking herself. "Now the hole is like a completely new one, boys. You don't have to look like idiots, that's how you do it so that all the diesel mess comes out. And it's a lot of fun to wash the hole clean so well, with two fingers," she grinned cheekily. She quickly dressed and left. Curfew at the community center was at 7:30 p.m., so she had to hurry.
Fritz and Oskar went into the living room with their clothes under their arms. Jennifer was lying on the sofa completely naked. Oskar raised his eyebrows. "You don't have to look like that, Ossi," said Jenny mischievously, "If you leave the bathroom door wide open, you'll just have to watch as you stuff the girl's hole. And yes, according to paragraph 12022 paragraph 4 lit. a), spectators are also allowed to jerk off while doing it, of course." Jenny got serious and fished with her toes for her underwear under the sofa. "I'll tell you what. The bride isn't kosher. Heaven knows what she's up to. So please be vigilant and careful. Other than that, you had a lot of fun with her pouring your diesel into her hole." she shook her head with a grin. "It's strange how the Ukrainian uses words. But she speaks German better than we speak Ukrainian, doesn't she, Suchka?" Fritz shook his head indignantly. "You only say Suchka to girls, it means something like 'my hot fuck-cunt'. I'm not a Suchka."
Oskar looked at Jennifer seriously. "What's not kosher about her, Jennifer?" She looked down. "I don't know, Ossi. Maybe she wants to make you dads because of the naturalization. Maybe she smelled the roast, Oskar, that you're going to be a millionaire in two years. For heaven's sake, my guts are screaming it, but they don't provide the argument, leave the guesswork to us. Maybe it was her chatter about getting married or fucking with love. Oh, how ro-man-tic! Love is good for fucking, but you can also have great sex, without completely losing your head." Jennifer got dressed and sat down at the computer. "Now move on, I have to work!"
Fritzi picked up Natasha from the 'concentration camp', Oskar was still sitting with Jenny and discussing the possibilities of how Natasha could trick the two boys. Oskar stuck with it because Jennifer didn't say anything lightly.
Fritzi was blissful and enjoyed fucking Natasha in the bathtub. He was practical, he didn't like to get lost in theorizing, he preferred to fuck Natasha's fuck hole and enjoyed it when she squirmed and twitched while jerking off. He held out as long as possible because he didn't have the stability for a second pass. Oskar took over without a word and fucked the beautiful nurse again and again, he didn't count. Purely on instinct, he fucked her until he ran out of breath. Natasha smiled her enigmatic cat smile.
Every day they fucked Natasha in the morning, she gradually thawed out. You could see the anticipation, the greed, the lust and the ecstasy written on her face. There was no need to beat it, she just fucked like a goddess and enjoyed being fucked by the strapping guys every morning.
Oskar found no trace of anything unkosher. No backstabbing, no foul play. Nowhere. Fritzi was in seventh heaven. Natascha was not only a real feast for the eyes, she was enthusiastic about fucking and always laughed sweetly when one of the boys delivered his semen in spurts.
Natasha fucked Fritzi differently than she fucked Oskar. Fritzi, that was the light breeze, the loving rain shower. Fucking Oskar made her serious. It wasn't a rain shower, it was an emerging and sweeping storm. No comparison.
Sweat ran down between Natasha's breasts when she was in fourth or fifth gear. She masturbated devil-may-care and exhausted herself in a dozen orgasms. But she wanted it that way.
Fritzi picked her up every morning. And he doggedly learned to delay squirting and to fuck as long and as persistently as Oskar. Ossi praised him because he was persistent and dogged in doing everything right.
An outsider would have noticed straight away that Natasha was very happy with Oskar fucking her twice in a row and that the boys took turns 'taking turns' in their own way. Oskar thought that fucking a willing young cunt was no worse than copulating with old ladies.
Very early in the morning the bell rang at Jennifer's front door. Fritzi jumped into his pants and a T-shirt and opened the door. A little girl, 8 or 9 years old. "Mr. Friedrich?" He nodded, yes, what's up? The girl grabbed his wrist. "Come with me quickly, to Natasha!" He ran after the girl and called Oskar as he ran. "I run to Natasha, I don't know what's going on, but there seems to be some kind of fire on the roof!" he said in a staccato manner. Natascha was sitting on a wooden stool in the dormitory, one hand handcuffed to the radiator. Fritz turned pale. "What's wrong, Natasha? What happened to who?" She kept her eyes down to the ground. "This morning the police are coming, will putting me in a deportation concentration camp, deportation to Ukraine." Oskar just arrived and heard the last words. "Deportation? For what reason?" Natasha continued to stare stubbornly at the floor. "Arrest warrant for murder, back home in Ukraine." Fritzi put his hand over his eyes. "Murder? Whoa, are they crazy?"
Oskar got two wooden chairs. "Natasha, be calm. Breathe deeply. Who says murder, what murder?" His knees were shaking, but he remained calm. Natasha looked up briefly. "It's real police, Austrian. They had a man from the embassy with them showed me a lot of documents. The man from the embassy shouted in Russian and Ukrainian. I'm a lousy whore, not a good nurse, angel of death." Now tears were streaming down Natasha's cheeks. "I'm not a murderer, Oskar. I'm a nurse, I just helped old patients die decently." Clumps of words formed into a puzzle in Oskar's mind. "Natasha, please tell everything from the beginning, in one piece. Fritz and I want to understand. Maybe we can find something to help you out of the mess. Okay? Breathe calmly and think with concentration. Please."
Natasha took the tissue from Fritz's hand and dried her eyes. Without make-up she looked much younger, much more vulnerable. "Nothing special for a nurse. Old person, sick, broken, doesn't want to die in Putin's rockets. I'd rather say myself when it's over, when is life done. The nurse, good heart and compassion, gives a poison and the person can fall asleep peacefully forever, no pain. It's forbidden, okay, but also forbidden to cross zebra crossings with a red light. Nurse is not a murderer, nurse helps because the person is in need." Oscar nodded. "I understand, Natasha. That's forbidden here too and you have to go to prison for many years. That's what we call 'angels of death' in Austria." She looked him straight in the eyes and said quietly, "It's still a secret for those who don't know. I do special service for old man. Give him Viagra, one last cock wank and cum in Natasha's pussy. Last wish of many men." She paused. "If it's a woman, I'll steal a dildo from the sex section and fuck the poor old mom until her eyes are milky." She straightened her shoulders. "I'm not a murderer, I'm a good person, I always just want to help. Even with dying. Tell Friedrich that, he has to understand what Natasha isn't." Fritzi had his cell phone to his ear and was arguing wildly with his mom.
Oskar and Fritz kissed her on the lips when the police officers returned and took her away. One last, long look, and then Natasha was gone.
It all took less than half an hour.
Fritz and Oskar trudged home in silence to Jennifer. They sat in silence in the living room; Jenny had made hot coffee. Jenny raised her eyes. "The angels of death in our country have always enriched themselves, had gifts made in their wills or stolen savings accounts. It will probably be no different in the Ukraine. Nurses don't swim in money, not there either. It would be understandable." Fritz groaned. "Mom, can I take a sleeping pill and lie down? I don't want to argue and ponder that now, I want to escape to sleep." Jenny nodded and Fritz lay down. Oskar held Jenny's hand. "Our Fritz was a little in love with the girl and it hit him hard. He sees they were real police officers and the guys from the embassy and knows it's serious. But when she herself said she was an 'angel of death', Fritz's face turned white as snow." Jenny nodded. "He fell into the deepest hole from one moment to the next. He will suffer like a dog for days or weeks. Natasha was more than just a willing cunt, Oskar." He nodded, "Yes, that's what makes it so difficult for him. I was never in love with her, she was just a great fuck partner, and that's why I think it's a shame. She must have known that's what prison means. I hope she gets through the Ukrainian prison unscathed. Maybe not all the barbarians are there." He gave Jennifer a kiss on the cheek and walked over to his apartment. There was no thought of cunt hunting, his cunt hunter was in mourning.
A few days later he went over to Jenny's in the afternoon. "Mom is studying new songs, she can't use me. Can I stay here and fuck you, Jenny?" She nodded. "Of course, Ossi. You have to empty your tank, it's completely natural, and you teenagers prefer fucking to jerking off. Go to the bathroom, I'll come right away.
It wasn't as usual, Fritz was missing, he was lying in or on the bed and staring out the window. Jenny took Oscar between her thighs, smiling. "Come on, make it nice for me!"
They fucked quietly, only focused on reaching orgasm. It warmed Oskar's heart; somehow she was also his mother, not just Fritzi's. She had grown fond of him over the past few years. And she let herself be fucked wonderfully, they quickly got into the rhythm and 'in sync'. She adjusted the clit jerking exactly to his excitement and her goal was to reach orgasm at the same time.
Oskar brought cigarettes and ashtrays from the living room, they leaned on the edge of the bathtub and smoked quietly. "Fritz was pretty upset when my mom mentioned that you still occasionally fuck your dad, Jenny. Would you like to talk about it?" Jenny watched the curls of smoke. "Your mom is certainly not a gossip, but I would have liked to have hidden it from Fritz. In this respect, he doesn't think as maturely as you, Ossi. I could pick up a sailor in a bar at any time, but that's not in my character. I relieve the sexual pressure by masturbating, not with random acquaintances. And that with dad is probably the exception. It's mostly just emotionalism on my part, Ossi. Nothing but emotionalism. As a girl, I was angry with my dad because he didn't allow himself to be tempted to deflower and fuck me, no matter how I tried it. And mom was angry with me because I tried so long and persistently. In my distress, I threw myself at this useless pop singer, who didn't have a single qualm about deflowering me and after a few weeks I was pregnant, because I was crazy about fucking as Cleopatra. The boys I did hunt then were younger than me, and I wasn't even 16. These teenage angels emptied themselves into the pregnant girl with the greatest enthusiasm, and I almost became an addicted child seductress. My pop singer came during the pregnancy every night after the performance, pumped up to the max with drugs and alcohol, and thanks to Viagra he fucked me every night until dawn, and I jerked my soul out while fucking. Mario didn't come because of me or my pregnancy, he only came because of my great pussy and my obsessive masturbation, that was exactly what he was up to. Sex without love, as Natasha had said. The only word Mario has is a big check at the end of the month, he would pay us both generously until Fritzi got a job or finished her studies.
"With the little physical contact with Mario, despite all the orgasms, I would have died of thirst and death. But there was someone who came to me, threw himself at my feet crying and hugged me in tears. Dad. At first we talked for many hours about fucking and not fucking. About Mom, who watched over his use of the cock like a fire-breathing dragon guards the treasure of gold. Little by little I understood why he didn't deflower and fuck me. I still loved him, the hero of my nightly masturbation fantasies. Now we could fuck, away from his dragon, I understood that. He caressed my baby belly, he caressed Fritzi and even knew that his Name should be Friedrich. When the weather was good we sent Grandma and little Fritz into the garden, ...so that she could fuck her dad in complete peace and with genuine pleasure, and jerk herself off endlessly. Every day.. In the past, he hadn't dared to deflower his little daughter and fuck her regularly; the secret fucking only began during the pregnancy — gradually and very tentatively, for her mom would have scratched his eyes out! And she brought him plenty of Viagra so he could give her a proper fucking, just the way she wanted it. He simply owed her that much, her dear old Dad! When the weather was bad, they couldn't send Mom and Little Fritzi out, and she would suffer a thousand deaths hearing the two of them panting and fucking for hours on end, we both gave a shit about that! Jenny only put a stop to it when Fritzi reached sexual maturity; by then, she had her own little man in her bed and was teaching him how to wank and cum."Fucking your dad is not a matter of cock size and orgasms, it is above all a matter of the heart, of the soul, all in all a holy thing, Oskar."
Oskar, the non-smoker, took a few puffs and coughed. "Don't you think that Fritz is old enough, mature enough, that you can explain it to him the same way you do to me? I have a bad feeling about how he sees you now. A whore who can't keep her hands off her daddy. That's not okay, you should correct that as soon as possible, Jenny. It would be good for you and Fritz to correct your worldviews. He's standing on a ladder where all the rungs are bent or broken. You can't look away, Jenny. Tell him who Mario really is. Tell him who Grandpa really is. And above all, tell him who you are. Not a whore, not an idiot Daddy fucking is coming. He'll understand it, just like I understood it. By God, Fritz isn't an idiot."
Jenny snuggled up against him, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "Are you sure, Oskar, that you want to study and design rocket engines? You have what it takes to be a preacher and a woman whisperer, my boy!" His head snapped up. "Not even a week ago, my mom used almost the same words. Are you two talking about me?" Jennifer nodded. "Of course we're talking about our sons. Damn it, you're the only good thing in our lives, Oskar! And no, preachers and women whisperers came to mind independently of Irene."
Three days later, Fritz was beaming at Irene's sailor's breakfast. "Thanks, buddy, for talking to Mom. She held me tight in her arms last night and told me everything from her point of view. From Mario to fucking her pregnancy to fucking her dad. I understand everything a little better now, no, she's not a whore and Grandpa isn't a pervert. I'm ashamed that I could think something so stupid."
Fritzi wasn't over Natasha yet. Oskar gave him time and didn't pressure him to do anything. He could go over to Jennifer's every afternoon and fuck her. She fully understood his sexual pressure.
Every afternoon Jennifer turned off the screen and followed him into the bathroom to fuck. Oskar was very grateful that she was so understanding of his need to pour himself into her cunt again and again.
Fritz overcame his heartbreak and diligently fucked his mother for entire afternoons. Jennifer was able to smile a little again, because the fact that Fritz only dutifully emptied his morning wood was simply wrong and not enough. The bite, the greed, the wanting to fuck were missing.
The first one that Fritz caught was the Kratochwil from the 2nd floor. She lived separated from her husband and hoped the bastard would finally piss off. He had lost all her savings in the stock market game and now she had to play waitress, which she hated.
She was easy prey, the 32 year old wasn't particularly pretty or had sex appeal, but letting two hunky guys fuck her one after the other was just too tempting. The boys just wanted to plow into her pussy and cum inside. She took the pill the morning after; she didn't care enough to get the pill. The guys fucked her a few days before her shift started, but then they stayed away. She didn't ask; they remained strangers to each other. It was all about fucking and cumming and not getting pregnant. That was all, and it was enough for everyone.
Sandra was a part-time student of Romance studies. Her main job was as a kindergarten teacher in a student kindergarten. Fritzen's cajoling voice quickly lured her into his bathroom. She only looked up briefly when she saw Oskar. Whether it was one or two, it didn't matter to her if they didn't fuck her at the same time. She had never tried ass fucking before, she found the idea disgusting. She had a small belly button piercing, a reminder of a drunken night with the boxing team. Two strands of green still ran through her blonde hair, a lost bet. She would never have believed a friend would bring her dad to the girls' sit-in and let him fuck her in front of everyone. The dad was unique, that evening he fucked every girl, without exception, and Sandra had to dye her hair neon green. The girls screamed because the "dad" was a paid porn actor. Well, yes.
Oh yes, simple-minded Sandra loved to fuck, but she rarely found one that smelled good.
Evi is a saleswoman/cashier in a supermarket. Of course, she couldn't flirt with the customers as she would have liked to under the strict eyes of her older colleagues. She was an eye-catcher with her green-yellow colored hair. Fritzi had slipped her a homemade business card while paying and of course she called curiously. Two guys with tight cocks? Oh yes, trying comes before studying! So she ended up in Fritzi's bathroom, and the two boys gave her such a great ride with flying horse changes that she was still weak in the knees the next day. She always had to grin conspiratorially when Oskar or Fritz came shopping. Non-verbal communication was enough to organize the next bathroom meeting.
There was also a small strand of faded green in Gloria's hair. She was pretty taciturn, she only stretched out her little arms when one of them had lay between her thighs. Oskar suspected that she was underage, but she seemed to know a lot about fucking. And that was finally the important thing.
Oskar never found out how Fritz did it. Anyway, he came into the bathroom with Angelika holding his hand. She was 17, a baker's daughter and had mega breasts and striking red hair. She only had time in the afternoon, but she used it to the full. Fritz and Oskar fucked her in unison, she was a natural and gave herself a truly fucking afternoon with masturbating herself and fucking and squirting inside.
Melitta worked at the local pharmacy. She was very quiet and seemed as scared as a mouse. But she wasn't. At 19, she was just the thing for Fritzi, who had once again lost his heart to a fuck acquaintance. But he kept more distance than he did to Natasha. Nevertheless, she had already been Fritzen and Oskar's regular fuck partner for half a year and remained Fritzi's favorite. Oskar could bring her to orgasm regularly; she knew the importance of rhythm and being in sync. During this time the boys no longer blindly hunted for cunts, Melitta complemented the fucking with Irene and Jennifer excellently.
And then it happened. Julia happened.
Oskar was thunderstruck when he entered the bathroom where Fritzi was fucking Julia. A wave of dizziness washed over our brave warrior. In a split second, he knew she was "the one," even before he knew her name. Breathlessly, he waited until Fritz had finished fucking her. When Fritz introduced her and she held out her hand to Oskar, she, too, fell victim to Cupid's arrow. He saw it, she saw it. He saw her, she saw him. She took a step toward him and rested her cheek against his chest. "Where have you been all this time?" she whispered, and he hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about. "Come, Oskar, my love — come and fuck me at last!" This was one of the longest sentences she had ever spoken. Oskar gently sat her down beside the bathtub and then fucked her for over an hour. Oskar came inside her three times, and Julia jerked herself off with a radiant face expression, timing her three orgasms perfectly with his ejaculations. Fritzi sensed that something special was happening; he kept quiet and slipped away silently after the first round.
They fucked wordlessly for another hour; she jerked herself off with an almost beatific look on her face, again timing her three orgasms exactly to coincide with Oskar’s ejaculations. Then, she was tired from all the handjobs and orgasms. They sat leaning against the bathtub, her head resting on his shoulder. They both knew they were meant for each other; there was no need to speak the magic words. Slender Julia was about to turn seventeen, yet she had barely any breasts — just tiny mounds. Only her nipples stood out prominently on those small mounds, like a twelve-year-old's. For a moment, Oskar felt a wave of panic; surely he couldn't fuck a twelve-year-old girl! Her hips, however, were already rounding out quite womanly, and her shaved pussy was just as girlish young as her nipples. And — like him — she was top of her class at the Lycée Français, the French high school. Her heartless mother had handed her over to her shitty stepfather when she was twelve. He had taken her virginity without asking and had been fucking her every day for five years. She hated her unfeeling mother and that perverted pig of a stepfather, a man who had no redeeming qualities other than fucking. The work-shy bastard fucked Mom twice, once before she left for work in the morning and once at night. He fucked Julia whenever he pleased; she had no say in the matter whatsoever. She was simply a cunt available to him all day long — and at night, of course. Julia admitted that, strictly speaking, he was actually pretty good at fucking and made her climax very often; he fucked Mom and her effortlessly, too. Just a moronic, cock-driven idiot.
Two weekends a month, she took a half-hour bus ride to spend the night at her divorced dad's place. His new fiancée, Cora, was an understanding and very intelligent woman. She would slide aside and give the two of them enough space so that Julia could fuck her dad gently and tenderly. Dad was furious that the disgusting guy had brutally deflowered and fucked his little girl, even though she was far too young at twelve. He would have liked to deflower her himself, of course — but only once she’d turned fourteen or fifteen, was mature enough for it, and wanted it herself. But Mom had divorced him ruthlessly and kept little Julia. Dad felt he would love to fuck Julia too now — not brutally or disgustingly, but like a loving dad. Cora, Dad’s new partner, gave them the time and space to spend the weekend together and fuck to their hearts' content. On Sunday evening, she would head home, where the pervert would be waiting in the living room — holding Mom’s big dildo and grinning broadly and obscenely.
Oskar’s head jerked up. "Don’t you want to escape all this?" She looked at him with a trusting expression. "How could I, without a penny to my name? If I had money, I would have moved into a guesthouse right after the first rape — one hundred percent!"
Oskar smiled. "You could live with me and Mom; it wouldn't cost you a penny, Julia. Mind you, I share a bedroom with Mom, but the double bed would be wide enough for the three of us, and Mom doesn't bite. At least not at night," he joked. Julia nodded. "I see — you and your mom have sex with each other, and if you love each other, then I think that's nice. How does your mom feel about sex?" Oskar grinned. "I assure you, Mom absolutely loathes sex — which is why we fuck at least once a day, often with Fritzi involved too. Fritzi and I are thick as thieves; we take turns fucking our moms together and go pussy-hunting as a team. Naturally, he’d fuck you too, just like I fuck his girl — that’s what buddies do. And when it comes to sex with women, Mom especially loves having her clit licked. If you lick her clit perfectly to orgasm just once, you’re automatically adopted. Will you do that for me — for us?" Julia nodded. "First off, being shagged by Fritz is a blast — I'm definitely up for that. And secondly, regarding your mom: I haven’t done much clit-licking — maybe three or four times — and I find it’s not that easy. But if it’s important to your mom, then I’ll dive between her thighs and eat her pussy, Oskar — just so she accepts me." Oskar nodded. "Sooner or later, you’ll become Mom’s favorite, Julia, because she likes people who enjoy having sex and giving it." A thought crossed his mind. "I’ll ask Mom for her consent, of course, but she’s guaranteed to agree. She’s never said 'no' to something this important."
Julia asked how it would work in practice — the two of them and Mom in one double bed? Oskar scratched his head. "Well, I’m no clairvoyant. I’ll fuck you and I’ll fuck Mom — that’s for sure. But how often with which one? That’ll just sort itself out. I can fuck a lot, too — just like your shitty stepfather." Julia nodded; that sounded perfect. "But what will your mom say about me jerking off myself before sleep so I can fall asleep easily?" Oskar laughed softly. "I’ll probably fall asleep between two girls who are jerking themselves off. Hey, I’m used to that with Mom."
Fritzi nodded when Oskar told him later about him and Julia. He grinned. "Me and Melitta, you and Julia. But tell me, everything stays the same, right? We keep doing it as a duo?" "Of course!" Oskar exclaimed. "Just like before! Together shagging with our moms, together shagging with our girls. That’s totally clear. For my part, I’m putting the pussy-hunt on hold — or ending it — as long as I’m with Julia. Is that okay?" Fritzi grinned. "Of course that’s okay; I’ll just be the lone pussy hunter then — because I don’t give a shit, dear Oskar."
Yes, something had happened there.
Julia.
Julia had happened.