The Resurrection of Agnes

Last summer was a hell of a heat, a blazing hot whore heat that forced the entire city into its sweat and filth sludge. Oskar, our fuck — ready hero, had to spend two damn weeks with a certain Sister Agnes, who was a nun but one of Mom's best lesbian friends. She lived in a tiny one — room hole in the city because she ran the nunnery's market stall — herbs, honey and all sorts of other juices and medicinal herbs. Agnes wasn't thrilled, but because she was one of Mom's closest friends — you know, the clique who licked each other's pussies — she agreed and now Oskar was standing in front of her, his cock already half — stiff in his trouser pocket.

Oskar examined Agnes with a quick, appraising look. She wrapped her chubby body in a floor — length robe made of a thin material that still allowed her sexy shapes to shine through. Her belt was nothing more than a damn rosary clinging to her hip. She wasn't tall, just chubby, but in the way that makes you want to fuck straight away. Oskar immediately saw that under the cloth she had two huge, heavy udders with stiff nipples that were already full of lust, and her ass was a round, plump piece of meat that you just wanted to pinch and fuck. Her face was round and friendly, framed by dark brown hair that fell over her shoulders. She had to be around forty, exactly Mom's age. The only jewelry she wore was an expensive silver or white gold cross on a chain that dangled between her tits.

"Welcome, Oskar! Your mother, Irene, is on a damn concert tour, the well — known pianist bitch. Well, I've discussed a few things with her: I only have one room and only one large double bed. We both sleep in there, and Irene assured me that you know how to behave, so don't try to touch me, you little horny boy! Irene told me that you always shower together and she washes your backs — with that I can live, my boy. But when Irene said that she would jerk you off with her fist every morning after you showered, even three times in a row, to rid you of the old semen, I told her that that won't happen here. Speaking of fucking, whether you can fuck Irene or not is really none of my business. But we nuns don't fuck, not even with a guy as sweet as you. "So, those are the rules. Now come in, I'll be happy to cook and you'll enjoy it, I promise you. And if you want, you can shower after breakfast and I'll be happy to wash your back, okay?"

Oskar had to swallow. So that was what mom didn't want to say to his face: he would be in good hands with Agnes, but no sex. No sex! it roared in Oskar's ears, inaudible but loud. His cock grew hard and impatient at the thought, he wanted to fuck, he needed to fuck, and he would fuck no matter what the nun said.

He nodded, gave "Aunt" Agnes two kisses on the cheek as Mom had ordered, and went inside. Breakfast smelled like eggs and bacon, like a damn good fuck breakfast. He threw his travel bag into the corner and sat down at the table, his gaze focused on Agnes' sexy tits that were lurking under the robe.

Oskar had eaten with great appetite and now he asked Agnes a little question. He doesn't know monastic life, and he doesn't understand how one could live without sex at all. He smiled: "I'm sorry if I ask about these things, but I'm in the hot phase of my puberty and teenage years and my thoughts simply revolve around sex. I would understand if you don't want to tell me anything, but I would rather hear the truth, the real, blunt truth, dear Agnes!"

Agnes seemed to like physical closeness; she took his hand with both hands. "Of course, my boy, I understand what you mean. Well, in general, we nuns don't fuck like secular girls and women. Or maybe only in exceptional cases. When I was still a very young novice, the bishop and the venerable abbot often stayed overnight with us in the monastery, and because I was a smart thing, I was allowed to keep her bed warm back then. So no, we nuns don't fuck and I personally stick to that. Does that answer your question? little Oscar?"

Oscar swallowed. "So, because you were a pretty girl back then, you were allowed to lie down with the bishop or the abbot and they were allowed to fuck you? That doesn't sound like "very strict rules", Agnes. I assume you did it willingly and willingly, or am I wrong?"

Agnes shook her head, her face a mask of false indignation. "No, I would have preferred to put it differently. I wasn't a HORNY BITCH by God, you little wanker. I was a pretty girl, a sweet thing, but not a slut. And the bishop and the abbot didn't 'take me', what a dirty, damned way of saying it. No, they slept with me decently and chastely, as honest Christians should. Just like a bishop sleeps with his wife — if he had one. Just like a worthy one Abbot is sleeping with a novice, with a bride of Christ, mind you. And yes, I did it willingly and voluntarily, no one had to force me. The Mother Superior asked me and I agreed to warm her bed.

Oskar licked his lips and immediately apologized, his gaze innocent like that of a lamb being led to the slaughter. "I'm sorry, Agnes, I'm just a boy and I talk like one. I didn't mean to offend you, I really didn't. I'll try to find nicer words, but I just don't know any more elegant terms for fucking and wanking. Is that okay with you, dear Agnes?"

Agnes nodded and smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, don't break your leg, my boy. I'm not a fragile sugar doll. I can tolerate your rough language, the boys in the schoolyard don't talk any differently. That's okay, I'm not made of sugar!"

Oskar thought about how he could ask the question without provoking her too much. "It just doesn't occur to me that you haven't had sex in so many years, no real sexual intercourse. Except for cuddling with mom, but that's pretty harmless, isn't it? How does a good nun deal with it when she feels tingling between her legs and wants a man?"

Agnes cringed when he mentioned lesbian lovemaking with his mom. Her hands continued to hold onto his hand as if she wanted to cling to it. "So you want to know what I think about lesbian lovemaking with your mom? And how I deal with my sexual pressure? Yes?"

Oscar nodded. "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to know. I want to hear it from you yourself, I don't give a damn about gossip. I often see mom making love with other girls or women, but she doesn't like to talk about it. And mom doesn't have any male lovers either, not a single one. When she lets me fuck her, she does it out of motherly love and because she wants to keep me away from the gutter swallows, I think."

Agnes looked deep into his eyes, her gaze was serious, but her hand on his felt manic. "Your mom is bisexual, got it? She fucks men AND women — and that's fine with me. I told her that I think it's damn early that she's letting you fuck her at a young age. Feel free to use the word fucking, I understand it perfectly. Well, I'm not a real lesbian either, I did it willingly and willingly with the bishop and the abbot. Only, your mom doesn't want to slip into stupid or dangerous love affairs, so she just fucks "Rarely with men, maybe two or three times a year, she herself admitted. Making love with girls or women is much more relaxed, less complicated, and that's why she likes it much better than just emptying her balls. You understand that, my boy?"

Oskar's eyes widened. "Emptying your balls? You mean the jerking off, the jerking yourself off, the clit rubbing?"

Agnes nodded slowly, her smile becoming a little conspiratorial. "Yes, exactly that. I just didn't know if you understood the word jerk off. But yes, Irene loves to jerk off, and how! She rubs her little clitoris until she screams, and she also loves to lick other women's pussy, just by the way."

Oskar squeezed her hands tighter, his pulse pounding all the way to his cock. "And do you love jerking off and licking your clitoris as much as mom?"

Agnes laughed softly, a panting, almost horny sound. "I was hoping you wouldn't probe so closely. But to tell you the damn truth: Yes, I love it too. Maybe I'm not a compulsive slut like your mom who has to jerk off every night before she goes to sleep because otherwise she can't calm down, it's become an addiction for her. I don't need it every day, but when I do it, it's right. I lie down naked, spread my legs wide and imagine the bishop giving me his "Priest cock into pussy while I fuck myself to the limit And yes, I also love licking a juicy, slippery pussy until the woman in front of me screams and her body convulses. That's the truth, Oskar, the naked, dirty truth."

Agnes put the damn dishes away and asked him if he wanted to finally take a shower. Oskar just nodded and took off his clothes in no time, his clothes just flying off his body. Agnes examined his young body very closely, her small, perverted eyes lingering on his magnificent, already semi — hard cock. "Ahh! That explains everything. Now I understand why Irene likes to be fucked by you so much, my boy! Now off to the shower cubicle, you little horny boy!"

So Oskar trotted into the shower cubicle, turned on the water and began to wash the sweat from his body. Agnes followed suit, a tube of shower gel in one hand, a damn bath sponge in the other, ready to scrub it off.

Oskar said she would wet her whole habit. She was welcome to take off her clothes, he had already seen a few women's bodies and would certainly not faint. Agnes smiled and thought for a moment, her mind working at full speed. "You're right, my boy. I'll be right back."

She came back after a minute and Oskar looked at her nakedness with his mouth open. He had guessed correctly, she had really huge, heavy breasts that were already screaming for a fuck, and a thick, dark bush over her already slippery vulva. And she was wonderfully plump, as a woman who wanted to be fucked often should be. His cock immediately jumped to the hilt, a magnificent dam just waiting to burst, but he didn't make a sound, not a single word.

"Well, seen enough, young gentleman!?" Agnes asked with a grin, her eyes trained on his throbbing cock. "In this sweltering heat, we should be naked during the day too, don't you think?" But Oskar didn't answer the question. He was definitely going to say something wrong, so he just kept the damn mouth shut and stared at her tits.

Agnes came next to him, her naked body rubbing against his, and washed his back and bottom with the bath sponge, her fingers were skilled and massaged deep. "Well, turn around!" She commanded, her voice rough and dominant. Oskar obeyed and she washed his front carefully, her hands sliding over his chest, his stomach, lower and lower. She hummed contentedly, a deep, greedy sound. Then, quite naturally, she took his magnificent cock and full balls in her hand and washed them carefully too, but her grip was tighter than necessary. She rubbed the cock for long, agonizing seconds, her thumbs massaging the head until it throbbed and screamed with lust. "But I won't give you a damn hand job, Oskar, I already told Irene that." Oskar just nodded sadly, because she had been rubbing his cock like a pro, like she knew exactly how he needed it. "If you want to do it yourself, go ahead! Should I go out?" He shook his head, his gaze fixed on her bare tits. "No, please stay there. Maybe sit on that stool over there so I can look at your beautiful body while you jerk off, dear Agnes."

So she sat down on the plastic chair, her legs slightly spread, and watched him, her face a mask of curiosity and horny anticipation. Oskar fixed his eyes on her huge breasts and the dark bush between her thighs and began the first round, his hand flying over his cock. Agnes didn't look away, she didn't look at the ground — no, she watched him attentively and curiously, her breathing became shallower. After a short time his body arched, he groaned softly and shot his semen in solid, thick jets into the shower tray, one gush after the other. He sat up, held his cock still in his hand for half a minute, then just kept going, without a break.

"So, how often do you do it, my boy?" she asked, her voice hoarse. He answered without stopping: "In the morning my mom usually does it to me two or three times with her fist, then I get to fuck her from behind, once or twice. I think I cum 10 to 12 times throughout the day. Unless there's something special, I do it more often, but I don't know how often."

"And there's the babushka, our housekeeper and cook. She comes from the Czech Republic and is maybe already 50. I once saw through the window how babushka was lying on mom's marriage bed and fucking her fuck hole long and hard with mom's soft rubber dildo like a madwoman. That's when I decided to fuck her. And now I visit her 4 or 5 times a week when she takes a siesta in the afternoon. She is smaller than me, round and fuckable, her breasts hang down to her belly button like heavy watermelons. Her pussy is as tight as a young girl's and a thick bush grows on her pubic mound. We don't speak because she doesn't understand our language and I don't understand hers . Of course, Mom has no idea that I'm fucking the old babushka, as I am a bad finger."

Agnes nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on his throbbing cock. "Okay, I understand that. You're still young, just going through puberty and a teenager, so you need it a lot. That's fine with me, I think it's nice that you told me so honestly. But it will become less so as the years go by, I think."

Agnes leaned forward, her naked body sliding on the plastic stool, and had another question, her voice low and hoarse. "Is it important for jerking off that you can look at me? I prefer to close my eyes and fantasize, imagining the bishop taking me."

Oskar stopped jerking off for a moment, his hand resting on his stiff cock. "Oh yes, that's very important, Agnes. That's why most guys buy porn magazines and stare at the damn pussies while they jerk off. But I prefer a real person to look at. When mommy jerks me off, I look at every damn inch of her body, her tits, her pussy, her ass, then it makes me feel so much better, then I come faster and harder."

Agnes continued to ask, her curiosity piqued, her gaze focused on his hand. "So you look at your mom's jewels and that's helpful for cumming faster, did I understand that correctly?" He nodded, yes, that's exactly how it is. "And when you fuck her, is it always from behind, like dogs do on the street?" He looked up in surprise, as if it were a secret. "Yes, exactly. But I haven't figured out why yet. She says that if she doesn't look at my face while I'm being fucked, then she has no or less remorse. But I think there's something completely different behind it, a secret that she won't tell me."

Agnes was about to say something, her lips parted, but then she put her hand over her mouth, as if frightened by what she had almost betrayed. "Perhaps I can tell you one day, my boy. It would be inappropriate now, the opportunity will come." Her eyes shone mysteriously, as if she knew more than she said.

Oskar imprinted that damn sentence into his brain, a promise for the future. But now he was fully focused on jerking off again, his eyes boring into her naked body. "Should I spread my legs a little so that you can see my pubic area and my genitals clearly? You probably call it cunt, like all the boys in this country, right?"

Oskar's hand stopped briefly, his breath hitched. "Yes, it would be great if you let me look at your pussy, Agnes. If you're not too embarrassed."

"Awkward?" giggled Agnes, a quiet, horny sound. "When I think that Irene said I would let you fuck me, a little bit of pussy — showing is nothing compared to that, my boy." And with these words she slowly let her thighs slide apart, like a flower opening. Oskar's eyes became huge. There, between her round thighs, lay her cunt. Not just the thick, dark bush he had already seen, but the labia themselves, swollen and moist, glistened in the light of the shower. They were not delicate and small like a girl's, but full and fleshy, like a ripe fruit that wanted to be eaten. She didn't smell like soap, but like a woman, a horny, willing woman whose pussy was already dripping with wetness. His cock twitched in his hand, hard and impatient. He could see the small, dark edges of her pussy lips, parting slightly as if inviting him to look inside, to question inside, to fuck inside. He stared at the small, hidden bundle of her clit peeking out from under his cap, ready to be touched. It was the most beautiful, horniest, dirtiest pussy he had ever seen, much hornier than his mom's, and he knew in that moment that he had to fuck her, no matter what she said.

Oskar stared at her exposed cunt, at the fleshy, slippery labia, and his cock exploded for the third time, his seed shooting out onto the shower floor in thick, white jets. "It's enough for now," he said, panting. Agnes knelt down and washed his limp cock again under the warm rain of the shower. She pulled the foreskin back very far to get every last bit of semen out with her fingers. Then she rubbed his cock for several minutes, like she was giving him a real hand job, her hand flying over his glans, massaging his shaft until he was hard again. She only stopped when his cock was solid again and he cummed for the fourth time, his body twitched and he groaned loudly. "Well, that'll have to do, my boy," she murmured and handed him a bath towel. They walked into the room, both naked, their bodies still glistening from the water. "What do you think, my boy, in this crazy heat we stay naked during the day too, what do you think?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied, his voice rough from jerking off. He sat next to her on the couch and they watched TV together, their naked bodies lightly touching. She only went to the market for two hours in the morning, she had the rest of the day free, enough time for damn games.

It didn't take long before he slid his hand down her inner thighs, his fingers stroking her warm, soft skin, and he started jerking off again, his cock immediately getting hard again. After a while she got up and sat in the armchair opposite him, letting her thighs slide wide apart and letting him stare at her pussy, which was already wet and shiny again. She played with her tits, kneading the heavy udders and pulling on her stiff nipples as she looked at him, her eyes full of lust and promise.

She stood up, her naked tits bouncing, and fetched a checkered kitchen towel, her ass wiggling seductively. "Cum on there, not on the carpet, please," she commented, sitting back down on the armchair, her legs spread wide, her cunt an open, slippery promise. She played with her stiff teats, twirling them, pulling on them until they were red and hard like little cherries. Oskar was already panting in the final spurt, his hand flew over his cock, but he said: "If you need it, take it easy, I've seen this a lot and promise not to faint!"

But Agnes shook her head, her face a mixture of lust and determination. "No, I can't do that, my boy!" and she kept tugging on her stiff teats, a bit of juice oozing from her cunt, a glistening drop slowly running down her thighs. "This is a much more private matter for me than it is for you, my boy," she said by way of explanation, her voice hoarse. "I only do it when I'm alone, okay? When I imagine the bishop taking me from behind, or your mom licking my pussy. That's my thing, my dirty little secret."

Despite her great words, Agnes was no saint. She continued to watch the television as she caressed her heavy breasts and stiff teats, her hands roaming over her own flesh. A finger stole to her clitoris, but only lightly and playfully, stroking with pleasure, as if she only wanted to tickle herself, not satisfy herself. She was a slut who tortured herself, a nun who enjoyed her own horniness without giving in.

They stayed in front of the TV until dinner, Oskar jerked off again and again and squirted into the checkered kitchen towel, which was already soaking wet with his semen. Watching Agnes play her absent — minded game was far more interesting than anything the damn television could offer. He didn't count how many times he had cum, it was too much, too often, his cock was sore and his body was twitching, but he couldn't stop because he was staring at her, at her tits, at her cunt, at her fingers touching themselves and he knew that he was going to fuck her no matter what she said.

Suddenly Agnes' cell phone rang, a shrill, ominous sound that shattered the silence. She answered the call and spoke quietly, her voice muffled. “On the weekend already?” Oskar heard her ask. She held a hand over the shell as if trying to keep a secret. "Would it bother you if we took in another asylum seeker, my niece Lea, she's about your age." Oskar asked, "Lea Wawranek?" and Agnes nodded, her face serious. Oskar spent almost every summer camp with the Boy Scouts, and of course he knew Lea quite well, too well. "Bring on the little slob... I mean, your niece, Agnes!" Agnes resumed the conversation, her voice now businesslike.

"She's coming on the 6 o'clock train on Saturday morning, just in time for breakfast. Well, my bed is wide enough for the three of us and I'm sure we'll get along well." It sounded like a statement, but it was an appeal to him, a promise for more. Oskar nodded, his cock immediately becoming hard again at the thought of Lea. "Lea is still a virgin, we definitely won't fuck, Agnes, count on it!"

Agnes nodded contentedly, her eyes shining. "I knew you were a good boy, Oskar, not a molester." She brought dinner, a hearty stew, and a large bottle of beer. "We have to share this in a Christian way, I'll buy some more tomorrow." Oskar rarely drank beer, but it tasted very good with dinner and cooled his burning throat. The sun had already set by the time they finished eating, the room was bathed in a soft light. They talked about the new situation, Agnes said that the jerking off on the couch would be over when Lea was there. Oskar laughed loudly, a loud, unabashed laugh. "Agnes, I said summer camp with the Boy Scouts. Lea has done it to me with her hand a hundred times and I've rubbed her clitoris to orgasm just as many times. So don't worry, it's all over the place!"

Agnes sighed that she had imagined summer camp with the Boy Scouts to be completely different, with prayers and songs, not hand jobs and clitoris rubbing.

Oskar grinned widely, his face a mask of dirty joy. "There's so much you don't know behind the monastery walls, dear Agnes! So much you don't know about the world outside, about the boys and girls who get it on whenever they can!"

Night fell, a humid, quiet night, and Agnes covered the large bed, the sheets cooling her bare feet. "I always sleep on my left side, so you can choose your side," she murmured with a big, cheeky grin. "I always sleep in my nightgown at night, even on these tropical nights," she continued, her voice a quiet promise. "You can sleep naked like you usually do." Aha, Mom had probably told Agnes every detail, no matter how unimportant, every little, dirty secret. "It's clear, Agnes!"

They lay down in bed, Agnes in her floor — length nightgown, he naked, his body glistening in the dim light. She said, "Goodnight, my boy!" and he gave her a peck on the cheek as Mama had ordered, a gentle kiss on her warm skin. She turned off her bedside lamp and he left his on, a small light for their dirty games. When he thought about Lea, about her young, inexperienced cunt, his cock became hard again, a magnificent dam just waiting to break. Agnes turned to him and admired his jerking again, her eyes wide and full of curiosity. He slid a hand over her inner thigh, her skin was soft and warm, and she just mumbled "Hands off!", but she let his hand wander, her body betraying her. He pushed her nightgown up to her belly button and ran his hand over her inner thighs and her thick bush. "Hands off!" She repeated, but she did nothing to stop him, her legs spread slightly. He spurted over her inner thighs, his seed warm and sticking to her skin, his fingers digging into her cunt flesh in his excitement. "Hands off!" She murmured weakly, but he was already masturbating, his fingers gently and enjoyably stroking her pussy lips, which were already wet and swollen. He squirted over her inner thighs again, a second and then a third time, his seed running down her legs.

It was enough now, he turned to her, his face close to hers. "I've cummed on you a lot, Agnes," he murmured and now he used his hand to spread his semen on her cunt, on her clit, which was already hard and throbbing. She sighed deeply, "Hands off!", and he spread the semen on her clitoris in round movements, his fingers were skilled and experienced. She sighed and sighed and murmured very weakly, "Hands off!", but she opened her thighs wide so that he could spread the seed easily, her cunt was an open, slippery hole. She sighed and sighed, and then a finger stole to her cum — stained clit, her hand trembling with lust. Without a word she started jerking off, her fingers flying over her clit like she had been doing it forever. He kept his hand on her inner thigh, just inches from her cunt, feeling her heat, her excitement. Agnes jerked off just like Mom and Jenny, soon she was in heat and rubbing the poor clit like a berserker, her body twitching and moaning. As her orgasm erupted, she rammed two fingers deep into her cunt and fucked herself furiously and wildly, her scream muffled by her pillow. Then it was over, she looked at him and little stars sparkled in her eyes like Jenny, Mom's younger sister, when she came for the first time.

Oskar left his hand on her inner thigh and later placed it on her dripping wet cunt, his fingers feeling her heat, her wetness. After long minutes he leaned towards her, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "Good night, dear Agnes!"

Then he turned off the bedside lamp and the room went dark, only the smell of sex and semen still lingered in the air.

That's how the next damn days went, a dirty, horny routine of sex and silence. They showered together, their naked bodies rubbing against each other under the warm water, and she sat on the plastic stool as he jerked off under the warm rain of the shower, squirting into the shower tray, his semen flowing down the drain. After cumming two or three times he'd had enough, then she came over and washed his cock diligently, pushing the foreskin all the way back to clean every damn millimeter, her fingers deft and delicate. Then she gave him a hand job, her hand flew over his shaft until he squirted into the shower tray, his body convulsed and he groaned loudly.

During the day she was only gone for two hours, at the market, and then they sat in front of the television, he jerked off again and again and she sat in the armchair with her legs apart, letting him ogle her cunt and play with her breasts, her teats and absentmindedly with her clitoris, but she didn't jerk off while she was doing it, she tortured herself, a nun in search of sin. In the evening they went to bed, he squirted two or three times over her inner thighs and spread his semen on her cunt, rubbing her clitoris until her finger crept up and she began to jerk off, her face a mask of horny torment. As she orgasmed, she plunged two fingers deep into her cunt again and fucked herself for minutes until it subsided, her body twitched and she screamed silently into her pillow.

In the meantime he had gone a step further, he became bolder, bolder. He knelt between her thighs, jerking off, staring at her half — open cunt, which was already screaming for him, and squirted directly onto her cunt, no longer onto her inner thighs, his seed landed on her labia, on her clit. Then he rubbed the semen on her pussy and clit until she started jerking herself off and fucking herself with two fingers in the finale like a madwoman, her body was an instrument of horniness and he played it like a master.

"No, fucking isn't, you guy!"

Oskar nodded with a sour face, but he enjoyed the good breakfast — Agnes really cooked it very well for him. Like every morning, Agnes returned from the market after about two hours and first took off her sweaty nun's habit. They went into the shower, she washed him and then she straddled herself on the plastic chair, let him ogle her pussy and he jerked off twice in a row, squirting all his slime into the shower tray. She came back into the shower, now she devoted herself to his cock like she did every morning when she showered. She pulled the foreskin all the way back and rolled the foreskin up into a sausage, she washed the shaft and the glans carefully and slowly unrolled the foreskin again, washing it very carefully with her fingers. Then — without him asking her to — she rubbed his cock very skillfully and made him squirt out a few more drops of semen: now his supply of semen was truly emptied for the moment.

They sat down in the room, she on the armchair with her thighs spread, and Oskar jerked off happily, squirting into the checkered kitchen towel. “Today is Tuesday,” she said, “Lea is coming on Saturday morning, remember?” Oscar nodded. Agnes noticed that his wrist was lame. "Are you tired yet or do you want to continue?" she asked and he said "my wrist is totally lame, but I want to, I just have to keep jerking off and cumming, dear Agnes!" She sat down on the couch next to him. "If you allow it, I'll continue to jerk you off, because my wrists are very strong." Oskar nodded in surrender and gratitude. "That would be very nice, dear Agnes. I wouldn't have asked you for it, but my wrist is already completely worn out from all the jerking off; unfortunately that happens all the time." Agnes took his cock in her hand and now she jerked him very skillfully, again and again. "You're really good at it, Agnes," gasped our hero, "have you done that often?" She shook her head. "No, you're the first guy I've done it to with my fist and not with my pussy. But I've watched you closely and I know what's important. Besides, I do it to you every morning after I shower. You see, I learn very quickly."

It was just wonderful, Agnes jerked him off from mid — morning until dinner, only pausing for two or three minutes so he could catch his breath. It hardly took any effort on her part, even though she was sweating like hell in this crazy heat. "I know, Oskar, you want to fuck me like you are always allowed to fuck your mom and your aunt Jenny. But I keep my vow as best as I can, and that's why I won't let you fuck me. That's the only reason why, and I tell you, if I hadn't taken the vow, I would want to fuck you right then and there. You have a really magnificent cock, more promising than many that I've had in my cunt. Your cock is no longer that of a pubescent one Boys or teenagers, I probably know them too. Your cock is one of the most beautiful and enduring I've ever seen — and I've seen them all, from the 12 — year — old altar boy to the 65 — year — old holy abbot of the men's monastery. You have to understand and accept that I want to keep my vows — that's why I can't and shouldn't let you fuck me.

Oskar was lying back relaxed on the couch again. Agnes had given him a two — three minute break so that his breathing and heartbeat calmed down. When she saw that he was well relaxed again, she grabbed his cock again. "I listened to you carefully, Agnes. I'm glad that your vow only refers to 'real fucking'. And that you can jerk off to me and yourself as often as you like. I can live with that, we probably won't have anything else to do for the next 4 days until your niece arrives. But I would like to know more about what happened with your dad back then. Your parents were alcoholics, that's what you said. Can you tell me everything, or is it? Is it a pain for you? I would like to know if it doesn't bother you too much, Agnes."

Agnes now jerked him off very gently, her thoughts going back 30 and 40 years. "My parents were alcoholics, they drank whatever money they had, and we were desperately poor. My older sister Isolde showed me how a girl masturbates when I was about 9, and since then I've done it every night before I go to sleep to help me fall asleep, but you already know that. Isolde and I used to watch when the drunk dad fucked the drunk mom; grunting like pigs, fighting like wild dogs and cursing like "The coachmen. No, we both found it more disgusting than horny. Isolde already had her current husband to fuck, and when I watched them fuck, I felt that it was something exciting, something sacred for them. So I knew very well the difference between dirty fucking and loving sexual intercourse. Unfortunately, Isolde quickly married her husband, and so I was left alone with my parents. she asked, and Oskar nodded; he had been listening with his mouth open, absorbing every word like a sponge.

Agnes' hand was gentle, she jerked him almost tenderly, her eyes followed his foreskin as it lay over the glans and released it again. She continued: "I was now at the mercy of both of them, I was almost 13. Then there was a suspicious flash in my mom's little piggy eyes, she grabbed me tightly and called out to the drunk dad to fuck me, the little slut! Dad was the clumsiest and most uncouth guy, that's for sure! He deflowered me, more badly than right, and continued to fuck me, squirting all of his cum Shitting slime in my cunt. That's how it started. Mom grabbed me every evening and I was defenseless when Dad fucked me and covered me in slime. Well, Mom was a whore through and through, her dad, her brothers, her cousins and nephews as well. On the one hand, it was disgusting to see how the whole family fucked me On the other hand, this relative fucking wasn't as dirty as dad's fucking, and it always made me really horny. Mom's next flash of inspiration came pretty soon: after the guy fucked her, she held me like a vice and so I was fucked by all of our relatives, one after the other. she asked, and Oskar, who had been listening to her with his mouth open, asked her to continue.

Agnes gently wiped the seed from Oskar's glans with the checkered kitchen towel and waited until he was completely relaxed again. She grabbed his cock again and jerked him gently and very sensitively, obviously the boy really liked it.

"But that wasn't the end of it, that's just how it began. Mom earned our money because she let herself be fucked for money. No, she wasn't a gutter swallow, the guys just found their way into our little apartment and fucked her while Dad drank and I watched in silence. Isolde had been right: most of the guys just wanted to fuck well and cum inside, they were neither monsters nor wife beaters like Dad. I was glad that Isolde was right, that Dad was just an exception, a drunken, brutal asshole. But most of the men were decent Christians, as Isolde had said. I had a little hope of getting a decent Christian man like Isolde one day.

For the next four years, all the guys who came to mom's to fuck were allowed to fuck me as well, so to speak. Meanwhile, Mom no longer had to hold me like a vice, I religiously fucked all of these guys, hundreds of them. — And then, at 17, a door opened to freedom. A friend of the same age, Yvonne, who, like me, was also sold as a whore by her father, decided to run away and take refuge in a monastery. I jumped on the train without thinking for a second and we took off, holding hands like orphans, and ended up in our monastery. We were free, our parents never found us — maybe they weren't even looking. She became Sister Immaculata and I became Sister Agnes Anunciata — Agnes who was announced to us. Yvonne and I were novices for four years. She wasn't as dashing as I was, but she also gave herself to everyone who wanted her and who the Mother Superior granted us. We had escaped from the slippery path to hell, and we became brides of Christ. And it was Yvonne — Sister Immaculata — who introduced me to your mom. Yvonne only knew your mom as the gifted pianist, but I discovered our shared love of lesbian lovemaking. — So, that was my life story, and I didn't hide anything important from you, my boy." Oskar stared at her, his heart pounding in his cock, and he knew that he would never fuck her. But he also knew that he would never give it up again. She was his saint and his whore, his savior and his damnation, and he would jerk her off until the end of days.

Agnes asked him if he wouldn't rather cum in her mouth? He was embarrassed, he had never done it before, he said sheepishly. “Papperlapapp!” cried Agnes, "The better way to try is to study!" Now she continued to jerk him gently and lovingly like a worried nurse, to the point where she knew he was going to cum now. She took his cock in her mouth, her tongue dancing a cha — cha — cha on his glans for a few moments, then she pushed his cock further, deeper into her throat, deep down her throat; she breathed through her nose. She grabbed his buttocks and shoved him fucking down her throat for a few moments, then he squirted down the depths of her throat. She grinned and swallowed it all. She slowly took his cock out again and grinned after wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “And — was it fine!?” she asked and Oskar nodded silently, he couldn't say a word.

His mind was a fucking waste, his body jerked as if it were being struck by a thousand small bolts of lightning. He had never felt anything so cool, so crazy, so incredibly horny in his life. Her mouth was a warm, wet cave, a heaven of flesh and saliva, and her tongue... damn it, her tongue was a devil dancing on the head of his cock, a wild, greedy demon of pleasure. And when she pushed him deeper into her throat, when his cock overcame her gag reflex and disappeared into the darkness, he could have screamed with lust. It was like he was falling down a slope, a free fall into pure, unadulterated pleasure. And then when he came, when his seed exploded in her throat, he knew that this was the climax of it all, the peak, the crowning glory. She swallowed it all, every damn drop, as if it were the most precious nectar in the world, and her grin when she released it was the grin of a victor, a queen, a goddess.

"Was it fine!?" she asked again, and he could only nod silently, his jaw clenched tight, his throat dry. He wanted to say something, wanted to tell her how incredible it was, how he loved her, how he wanted to fuck her in her mouth forever, but the words wouldn't come. They got stuck in his throat, trapped by the sheer, overwhelming lust. He stared at her, his eyes wide and full of adoration, and he knew he was lost forever, forever her slave, forever her wanker, forever her disciple. He would do anything, anything she wanted, just so she would take him like that again, just so he could dive back into that warm, wet, fucking hell of happiness.

Agnes laughed softly, a soft, triumphant laugh. "See, my boy? I told you it was fine. And that was just the first time. We still have four days until Lea comes, four days in which we can try everything, everything you want. Everything... except for one thing." She gently stroked his cheek, her fingers warm and soft, and her gaze a mixture of tenderness and perverse temptation. He knew that these four days would be the longest and the shortest of his life, an eternity of pleasure and a moment of torment. But he would get through them, he would enjoy them, he would devour her as she had devoured him.

Agnes asked if he had ever watched her making lesbian love with her mother? Oskar immediately said no. "No, Agnes, I never saw you with Mom — I was probably in college then. I usually watch Mom through the small window from the next room. I really enjoy watching her lick her clitoris, but also when she does it with her finger alone or when she fucks herself into bliss with the big soft rubber dildo. So no, I never saw you, but Mom mentioned it once in passing."

Agnes said that Irene was a great artist who must have passed on the best genes to him.

Oskar laughed good — naturedly. "You're completely wrong, my love. I can't play the piano at all because I just didn't enjoy it anymore after the first few lessons. And mom practices 6 to 8 hours a day to keep her world class — I would never do that, I'd rather occupy myself with my cock and the pussies when they run in front of me, the unfortunate ones."

Agnes laughed with little wrinkles around her eyes. "Okay, so you didn't inherit playing the piano, but you did inherit the drive, and that's a gift from God, believe me."

Agnes jerked him off gently and gently. "Do you want to tell me how it started for you? Probably with mom, I guess."

Osaka smiled. "This time you're damn right. Mom and I shower together every morning, always have. And since I was 8, she's been rubbing my cock, she didn't want to miss the moment when my cock could finally squirt. But it took another year, I wasn't able to squirt until I was 9. Mom explained to me back then that you have to jerk off to squirt out the "old" semen, otherwise it gets putrid and stinks. The body keeps producing semen. That's how she jerked off me every morning when I showered, because at that time dad was still with us and he was a very conservative, listless person, said mom, and dad wasn't allowed to find out. So she jerked me off every morning, letting my old semen squirt out. And we didn't fuck until much later, when she found out that I had already fucked.

Agnes became curious. "Who did you fuck, my boy?" Oskar said, "My first was Jenny, mom's younger sister. She wasn't one for jerking off at all, she let me fuck her right away. She leaned forward so that her fingertips touched her toes and her ass was on display. Jenny said, "There, between her ass cheeks, you can see a dark bush and in the middle of the bush is my crack, my fuck hole. Now you stick your cock in there and fuck me, it's easy. It's not complicated, Ossi!" That's how it happened, Jenny was my first and I was allowed to fuck her every morning, once, twice, even three times in a row, until mom came back from her concert tour."

Oskar's lips trembled. "When I was allowed to fuck Mom for the first time, it was like a holy act for me. Yes, a thoroughly holy act — I can't even explain why I felt that way. Technically it was the same as with Jenny, she leaned forward and touched her toes with her fingertips, and then I was allowed to fuck her and cum in them. Since Dad ran away with his Russian ballet rat, Mom has hardly had a lover once a year because she is very picky. Of course she knows that "I spy through the window, but she doesn't mind at all. So I fuck Mom in a holy rush that I didn't feel with Jenny. We talked about it, and Mom said it was because she was my mom and I was her son. For us, the word only exists in the dictionary, but not in real life. Mom was very happy that our first fucking left such a deep, holy impression on me."

Agnes jerked him more slowly, almost reverently, her hand resting on his throbbing cock like a holy reliquary. Her eyes were wide and full of understanding, as if she were hearing an ancient, sacred truth. "A sacred act..." she repeated quietly, her voice a gentle whisper that filled the air with awe. "Yes, son, I understand that. I understand that all too well. That's what connects you and your mom, what sets us apart from all the others, all the quick fucks and the stupid fucking. It's not just flesh, not just lust. It's something deeper, something eternal, something...divine."

She leaned forward, her face inches from his, her breath warm on his skin. "You say it was technically the same as with Jenny, but it was different. And you don't know why. I know it, my boy. It was different because it wasn't just your cock penetrating her cunt. It was your soul touching her soul. It was your heart beating in her heart. It was the sacred, unbreakable bond between a mother and her son, a bond so strong, so pure, so absolute that it defies the damn laws of men and women "You didn't just fuck each other, you united in the one holy place where there is no shame, no guilt, no sin. Just pure, unadulterated love."

Her hand jerked him again, a little harder, a little more demanding, as if she felt his holiness, his divinity. "And your mom... oh, your mom is a true priestess of lust. She knows what she's doing. She knows that she's not just fucking you, she knows that she's sanctifying you, that she's redeeming you, that she's making you what you are: a man who loves, who lives, who feels. She hasn't just taught you, she's initiated you, into the sacred mysteries of the flesh, into the secret rituals of lust. And you, my boy, you You were a worthy student. You learned the lesson, you received the sacrament, you are a chosen one."

She continued to jerk him, her hand flying over his shaft and his cock throbbed, he squirted again, his seed flowing over her hand and onto the checkered kitchen towel, which was already soaking wet. "And that word... incest." She spat the word out like it was something dirty, something disgusting. "A damned word invented by little, envious men who don't understand the power and the beauty of such love. For you it doesn't exist, and you're right about that. For you there is only love, only lust, only holy union. And that's a good thing, my boy. That's the way it should be. You are free, you are pure, you are holy."

She kissed him, her lips warm and soft, her tongue dancing with his. It wasn't a kiss of passion, it was a kiss of knowledge, of approval, of eternal connection. She continued to jerk him, her hand an extension of her soul, and he came again, his seed a sacred offering, a gift of love, a sign of eternal connection. She jerked him until he was limp, until he couldn't cum anymore, until he lay trembling and panting on the sofa, a happy, redeemed, holy man.

Agnes said she knew why Irene and Jenny let him fuck him from behind, the way dogs do. Oskar sat up: "Agnes, I've thought about that a thousand times. Of course I fucked Jenny and Mom in the parents' bed, again and again, but they didn't seem to like it as much as fucking from behind. Mom explained it to me like this: if she lets herself be fucked from behind, then she doesn't see my face, then she has less remorse than if we fuck face to face in the parents' bed."

Agnes continued to jerk him off very gently. "I have another explanation, son. Do you want to hear it?" Oskar not, yes please! She said, "It goes back decades, your grandfather deflowered Irene and later Jenny when they were of the right age. However, he had a special fondness for fucking the girls from behind. Irene or Jenny, they lay on their stomachs on grandma's body and grandpa fucked them from behind. Both girls, Irene and Jenny, really liked being fucked by their dad because he was very good at it. Very gentle. Very loving. That, I think, That's the background you were looking for, my boy." — Oskar's mouth remained open. "Oh no, I didn't know that grandpa fucked his two daughters: Mom never said a single word about it."

Agnes jerked him gently, her hand a source of calm and revelation, and her gaze was gentle, almost pitying, as if she were introducing a small, unsuspecting child to the dark secrets of the adult world. "Of course she didn't mention it, my dear. Why should she? It was her little, dirty, beautiful secret. A treasure that she kept only for herself. Your grandpa, he wasn't a man like your father. He was a gentle spirit, a lover, a poet. He didn't take his daughters, he gave them gifts. He didn't hurt them, he loved them. In the only way he knew, the only way he was allowed."

She leaned back, her heavy breasts slid down, and her gaze became distant again, as if she were looking at an old, precious memory. "I remember him. He always had gentle hands and eyes that saw too much. He never touched me, never. But I saw him looking at Irene and Jenny. It wasn't a lustful look, no, it was a look full of affection, full of pride, full of an almost painful love. And when he took her, when he led her into your grandparents' room, where your grandma was waiting... then it was quiet. There was no screaming, no shouting, just quiet Moans, soft sounds, the sound of pure, unadulterated affection. Your grandma allowed it, even encouraged it. She held her daughters gently in her arms while her husband loved them, sanctified them, made them women.

Her voice became a quiet whisper and Oskar felt his cock harden again, a faithful witness to his family history, a witness to sin and love. "And so you inherited it, my boy. Not just the drive, not just the lust, but also this sacred predilection. When you take your mom from behind, then you are not just Oskar, her son. Then you are also your grandfather Leonardo. Then you repeat an ancient, sacred ritual. You not only take her, you honor her. You honor the tradition, you honor the love, you honor the blood that flows in your veins. And yours Mom, she feels it. She not only feels her son inside her, she also feels her father, her past, her roots. And that's why she loves it from behind so much. It's not just fucking, it's a return, a homecoming, a holy sacrament.

She continued to jerk him, her hand flying over his shaft and his cock throbbed, he squirted again, his seed flowing over her hand and onto the checkered kitchen towel, which was already soaking wet. "And now you know, my boy. Now you know the secret. It is not a secret of shame, no, it is a secret of love. A secret that connects you to your mother, to your aunt, to your grandfather. A secret that makes you who you are: a true son of your family, a true heir of lust, a true priest of the sacred act."

On Saturday morning the air in the room was already thick with heat and anticipation. Oskar picked Lea up from the train station, and when he saw her, his cock already half stiff in his pants, he knew that the next few days were going to be one hell of a trip. They had a lot to talk about, so instead of taking the bus, they walked and chatted. So Lea was quickly informed about how things were going. She also has something important to report, but later, after breakfast, while taking a shower.

Agnes hugged Lea as she entered, her heavy breasts pressed against Lea's willowy body, and a spark jumped out, a spark of curiosity, of lust, of shared secrets. Breakfast smelled of bacon and eggs, so the three of them dug into the meal. Leah was slim as a willow, but she had an appetite for two lions. After breakfast, Lea asked if she could smoke? Agnes brought an ashtray. She didn't smoke herself, but Oskar did. He hadn't smoked at Agnes' house all week because he knew she wasn't a smoker.

They told each other all the news, back and forth. Then Agnes had to go to her herb stand at the market. "Go take a shower, kids — but be good, don't shame me!" Lea and Oskar looked at each other, then laughed loudly. "Agnes, Aunt Agnes — calm down. Ossi and I certainly won't do anything we haven't done before, okay?" Leah said, laughing. Agnes' look said it all, she smiled and ran to the market.

Ossi and Lea smoked one and another, they had so many new things to tell each other. Two hours later they got up to take a shower. And Agnes just came back from the market. She hesitated to take off her sweaty robe, but Lea said, "Auntie, Ossi already told me, in this crazy heat we're all staying naked, that's okay, isn't it?" Agnes nodded and took off her habit; her heavy breasts were a sight that immediately made Oskar's cock hard again. Oskar and Lea went into the shower cubicle and Agnes followed and sat on the plastic chair because there wasn't enough room for the three of them. They took a shower and Lea jerked Oskar's cock twice in a row, her hand was practiced and sure, and Oskar moaned softly, his seed squirted into the shower tray. Agnes looked contentedly at the two teenagers. She knew that Lea had jerked him off many times. Then the two went to the big bed and Agnes showered alone, her thoughts a mixture of curiosity, excitement and a strange, almost motherly affection.

Agnes came out of the shower smelling good and lay down next to the two of them, her naked body still glistening from the water and her heavy breasts rising and falling with every breath. Lea had already told Oskar the big news, her voice was a quiet, excited whisper that made the humid air ring. She was no longer a virgin. At summer camp, in the Boy Scouts, she had shared a tent with Reginald, a cousin who lived in Australia and looked like a young god, with skin tanned like boiled chocolate and eyes you could sink into. Reginald had deflowered her gently and tenderly, not like a rude boy, no, he had treated her like a princess. He had kissed her until her lips burned, had fondled her small, firm tits until her nipples were hard like little diamonds, and then slowly, very slowly, had pushed his magnificent, tanned cock into her tight, quivering cunt. It had stung a little, a small, sharp pain, but then... then it was like fireworks, an explosion that ripped through her from her toes to her hairline. And for the next three weeks he had fucked her every night, fucked to exhaustion until she screamed and his name was a prayer on her lips. They did it in the tent, in the forest, under the stars, in the lake. Her body was his playground, her pussy his temple, and they had both enjoyed it until they dropped. Other than the dark circles under her eyes, no one noticed anything.

And since then Lea had fucked three cute boys, actually little innocent blonde curly angels. Boys from school, from the neighborhood, from the park. Boys who looked like they wouldn't bother even a fly, and in bed they were scared and completely innocent, blushing at the sight of her naked body and glowing cunt. She instructed the little angels how to fuck Mommy, and they did it, half a dozen times in a row, like there was no tomorrow. She had loved them, each one of them, had seen their innocent faces contorted with lust, had felt their twitching cocks sputtering as they shot it inside her cunt, and she had savored every act like a gourmet savors a fine wine. The little angels said, blushing, that they slept naked with their mother and were allowed to watch her when her mother masturbated her clit. Afterwards they were allowed to fuck and cum in mom's ass crease, mom allowed that at all times. They promised Lea that they would really fuck their mom the next time she jerked off, because that was the way it was supposed to be. And yes, the little angels later reported that they were now allowed to really fuck and cum inside their mom while she jerked off.

And she had also secretly fucked her dad, Agnes' brother. But only a few times and completely in secret so that her mom didn't notice. Her dad, a man with gentle eyes and a sad smile, had let her sit on his lap one evening to gently masturbate his little daughter like he always did. But Lea grabbed his cock out of his pants and pushed it into her pussyhole. "Fuck me, daddy, and be a little happy," Lea said quietly. It was different than with the boys, slower, more thoughtful, almost sad. He hadn't fucked her like a wild animal, no, he had loved her the way a man hesitantly loves a woman he's not allowed to have. It was her little, dirty, beautiful secret, a treasure that she kept only for herself.

Oskar digested this news, his cock was already hard again, a magnificent dam just waiting to burst when Agnes came out of the shower, smelling good and relaxed. She looked at the two of them, her eyes wide and full of curiosity, and she knew that this wasn't the end, just the beginning of a new, dirty, horny journey. She laid down next to her, her body a warm, soft bridge between the two worlds, and she knew that the next few days were going to be one hell of a trip. A journey that would change all three of them, forever.

Agnes watched benevolently as Oskar and Lea fucked. No, not like wild animals, but like lovers. Lea's eyes widened as she saw Oskar's magnificent, heavy erection, a masterpiece of flesh and lust, throbbing and screaming for her in the dim light of the room. "Good heavens, this monster will never, ever fit in, Ossi!" She whispered, her voice a mix of fear and pure greed. But Agnes, the experienced teacher who knew what to do, made Lea's trembling pussy slick with her own saliva, a holy anointing for the upcoming communion. Then, with her hand, very carefully, almost reverently, she pushed Ossi's thick, throbbing cock into Lea's tight, twitching cunt hole. Of course he went in, no question about it! He slid in, like a key in a lock, like a knife in soft butter, and Lea moaned loudly, a mixture of pain and exuberant pleasure.

Agnes' eyes became wet because it was a divine sight how enjoyably Oskar fucked Lea and how Lea squealed in his arms, her body an instrument of joy played by a master. It reminded her of many a young priest she had fucked when she was a novice, of the innocent faces contorted with lust, of the throbbing cocks that spurted into her cunt, of the quiet prayers they stammered as they emptied themselves into her cunt hole. Tears rolled down her cheeks, hot, salty tears of memory, of longing, of quiet joy. Yes, they were such beautiful memories, a treasure that she had kept for herself, a find from another time, another life. Agnes placed a finger on her already hard clit, which twitched and throbbed under her touch, but she didn't cum. No, this was her moment, her sacred act, her silent worship. She wouldn't jerk off, she would watch, she would feel, she would remember. She would see the love, feel the pleasure, experience the sacredness of the moment, and that was enough, more than enough. It was her gift, her blessing, her damn, beautiful, dirty way of living.

Agnes lay as still as a mouse on the edge of the bed, a silent goddess in her own temple of pleasure, and watched as the two teenagers were one, breathing, sweating being on the large bed. Oskar and Lea fucked from morning to afternoon, an endless, dirty symphony of thrusts and moans, an orgy of young flesh and unsatisfied lust. They paused only briefly to let their hearts subside, to breathe, to look at each other, their eyes full of wonder and pure, unadulterated love. Lea jerked her clit as she fucked, her fingers flying over the small, hard pearl as Oskar's cock drilled into her cunt, and she had a whole host of small, shaking orgasms that shot through her body like little lightning bolts, leaving her gasping for air.

Only later, in the afternoon, did Lea stop jerking her clitoris, no, she let Oskar fuck her completely, surrendering to his rhythm, his power, his wild, impetuous youth. She screamed softly in ecstasy and excitement, a bright, clear sound that cut through the humid air and struck Agnes to the core. It really was a hearty, hearty orgasm, an orgasm that made her body twitch like a fish out of water, that made her soul scream and her eyes roll back. She stared into Agnes's eyes, smiling and triumphant, seeing the admiration and agreement in her eyes, the silent agreement of a woman who knows what it is to be lost in pleasure, to be reborn in the slapping seed of a man. Lea was happy, overjoyed. She had done it, she had felt it, she had lived. And she knew that this was just the beginning, the first step on a long, messy, beautiful road.

Lea sat on the bed, her hand sliding gently over Aunt Agnes's warm, sweating skin, a touch that said more than a thousand words. "Auntie, I have to confess something to you. I fucked your brother, my dad, several times in secret so that mom wouldn't notice." Agnes' eyes widened, her gaze became sharp, penetrating, as if she were staring at Lea's soul. "So? And — how did that make you feel, my child?" Her voice was gentle but firm, the voice of a woman who knows the dark secrets of the heart.<

Lea lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering as if she wanted to hide her shame. "Fucking your own dad is something really special. He really needed it, mom cheats on him to the core, but she rarely fucks him anymore. I had to do it, but not out of pity. But because I still love him like a child loves his dad. And — it was the saddest fucking you can imagine." She looked up again, her eyes shining with tears, and her voice trembling as if she was opening an old, painful wound. "It wasn't like Ossi or the other boys, not wild, not greedy, not full of fire. It was slow, almost hesitant, as if he was apologizing, as if he was asking for forgiveness. His cock was hard, but his heart was broken. He didn't take me, he clung to me, held me as if I were his last anchor in a stormy sea. He didn't love me, he was looking for comfort. And I gave him the best I could. I "I opened my legs to him, my cunt and my heart, and loved him like a daughter loves her father, with all the guilt and longing that comes with it. It was an act of love, yes, but also an act of desperation. And I don't know if I can ever do it again, if I ever want to do it again. It changed me, forever."

Lea now looked straight into her aunt's eyes. "I've decided to keep fucking him, regardless of whether Mom notices it or not. I can't let him wither like a plant. I have to water him, I have to give him back the courage to live and the joy of sex. I detest Mom's tactics, she doesn't know how they are gradually destroying him — slowly, quietly, like a creeping poison. I'm there for him, just like he was always there for me when I needed a daddy. That's my decision, and I will pull through."

Agnes' hand, which had just been comforting Lea's shoulder, froze for a moment. Her gaze, which had just been full of maternal concern, became sharper, more penetrating. She no longer just saw her niece, she saw a young woman who was at a crossroads, a young woman who was willing to pay a high price for her love.

"That's a difficult path you want to take, my child," said Agnes, her voice now quieter, almost urgent. "A path full of thorns. You think you're saving him, but maybe you're just dragging him deeper into the swamp. A man who seeks comfort from his own daughter in bed is a broken man. And you, my love, you're no healer. You're his daughter. Every fuck you have will be healing for him, yes, but what is it for you? Will he heal you? Or will he infect you with his grief, with his despair? Will you on Do you still know where your love ends and his pity begins?"

She brushed a strand of hair from Lea's face, her gesture was delicate, but her words were like steel. "Your mom... she may be a cheater, maybe just a woman who goes her own way to avoid falling apart. But she is your mom. And when she learns the truth, when she sees that her own daughter has not only replaced her, but betrayed her in her own bed... it will be a war, Lea. An ugly, long war in which there will be no winners. Only losers. You will lose your mom, maybe forever. And your dad... will you really save him? Or will you Just be his crutch, his dirty little secret, until he's strong enough to walk alone and leaves you with a broken heart and a soul full of shame?"

She leaned back, her heavy breasts heaving with a deep breath, and her gaze was full of ancient, painful wisdom. "I'm not telling you what to do, my child. I can't. But I'm telling you, think. Think long and hard. Love is a beautiful thing, a sacred thing. But it can also be a weapon, a destructive force that tears down everything in its path. Be sure you're willing to pay the price. Be sure you're strong enough to face the consequences. Because if you go down that path, there's no going back. Ever."

Lea's hand rested on Agnes Busch. "Yes, all of this has crossed my mind too. But I know one thing — Mom definitely doesn't love him anymore. She would kill him if it were just like that, just to give in to her passions. No, I would strangle Mom with my own hands before I let her let Dad wither and wither like a flower. And yes, I also have my doubts about whether I can give him what he needs. Or even what would heal his poor soul. I "I'm not so sure how it may have sounded. But I want to do everything — really everything — to give him back his joy of life, his masculinity, his humanity. And I'll be damn careful not to lose or damage my own soul."

Agnes's eyes wandered out the window, toward the horizon, as if searching for a lost past, a life that could have been. Her voice was quiet, barely more than a breath, but every word was a heavy stone that fell into the silence of the room and landed at the bottom of Lea's and Oskar's souls. "If it weren't for that damn vow, Lea... I would sleep with my brother and give him the courage and joy of life as best I can. Maybe I'll still do that if you fail. You're right when you say that he shouldn't be allowed to wither and wither like a plant. He's my brother, and I loved him, and when I was still a novice we fucked a lot. But that was a long time ago, an eternity and a half, my child."

Tears rolled down Agnes' cheeks, hot, salty tears that washed away decades — old pain that she had never been allowed to show. They were not the tears of a sinner, they were the tears of a woman who had loved and lost, who had broken one vow and kept another, who was caught between two worlds, between the hell of her childhood and the heaven of her memories. "I wasn't there for him when he needed me. That's worse than any sin we've ever committed." Her voice broke, a low, painful sound, and more tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto her bare, heavy breasts, small, salty pools on the soft flesh. It was the confession of a sister, the confession of a lover, the confession of a broken woman who finally allowed her soul to cry.

Lea was very grateful that Agnes wet her cunt with saliva before fucking and then slowly pushed Oskar's big stiff cock into her girlish fuck hole with her hand, slowly but forcefully until it stopped. Lea sighed deeply when her cunt hole had completely taken in Oskar's thick meat cock, now Agnes could take her hand off his cock. Agnes put her face right in front of Lea's pussy because she wanted to see the fucking up close. Oh, the fucking, that had been an eternity and a half ago for Agnes — and now Lea was ready to fuck her dad regularly so that the poor guy could get something out of life. Agnes was able to follow Lea's train of thought easily; the girl was a courageous fighter who didn't want to let her father down. Oskar began to stomp and thrust into Lea's pussy; the boy had already mastered this profession quite well. Agnes had tears rolling down her cheeks, how long had it been since she had been properly fucked at least once a day as a young novice!

Agnes ended her fantasizing. Oskar had only taken a short break and now he continued fucking Lea. Lea's fingers on her clit only caused a small tremor, she would give herself completely to Oskar's fucking on the next round and let her powerful orgasm be triggered, without her finger.

Agnes's finger stroked her clit without jerking off. Somehow she admired her niece Lea. She was barely 17, but no longer a child, but a young woman who got what she wanted. It was smart that she took the pill — so she could safely let Oskar, her poor dad and anyone else inject it without risking pregnancy. How ridiculously stupid she was when she was that age! There wasn't a pill anywhere, but God didn't allow her to get pregnant from the hundreds of guys.

And now little Lea lay in Oskar's strong arms and let herself be fucked wonderfully, pure pleasure, no ifs or buts. And Oskar, he had probably squirted into Lea's pussy a dozen times today, pleasurably, sensually and freed from all the chains of her own vow.

Yes, her cursed vow! Oskar was the first boy she regretted not being allowed to fuck.

Agnees' eyes lit up, Oskar had reared up and now injected his full load into Lea's girlish fuck hole. And Lea rejoiced and shouted like a nightingale, pure pleasure, divine ecstasy!

Agnes felt that her body demanded, demanded, forced jerking off. She was unsure whether she really wanted to do it in front of Lea — something was holding her back. Lea would watch carefully and critically, no doubt

Agnes' inner struggle was a firework display of conflicting emotions. Her finger twitched on her clit, a tiny, involuntary movement that revealed all her desperation and longing. She saw how Lea twitched under Oskar's thrusts, how her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, and she knew that she wanted this feeling, this uninhibited devotion, more than anything else in the world. Her body was screaming for it, her cunt was dripping with wetness, a loud, unmistakable need for satisfaction, for a cock to fill her, for an orgasm to release her from all her sins and all her sorrow.

Lea slowly opened her eyes, her vision was clear and sharp, and she saw Agnes' hesitation, her inner conflict. A small, knowing smile played on her lips, a smile that conveyed both understanding and a certain dominance. She reached out a hand, her fingers warm and soft, and placed them on Agnes's trembling hand. "Come, aunt," she whispered, her voice gentle but firm. "Just let it happen. You deserve it. You deserve it for so long." She gently pulled Agnes' hand to her own cunt, to the wet, hot hole that was still dripping with Oskar's seed. "Feel that, aunt. Feel how warm it is, how alive. Feel what it feels like to be fucked by a man. Let me show you how it's done."

Agnes jerked back, her mind screaming for resistance, but her body, her damned, libidinous body, screaming for more. She let Lea guide her, letting her fingers slide into her niece's wet, hot depths, feeling the warmth of Oskar's seed, the softness of Lea's labia, and she continued to jerk herself off, her fingers flying over her clit as Lea guided her hand, showing her where to touch herself, how to pleasure herself to reach climax. "So, aunt," Lea whispered, her voice a low, horny whisper. "That's right. Let yourself go. Let yourself go. I'm here, I'll take care of you."

Agnes closed her eyes, her mind gave up, her body took control. She masturbated like a madwoman, her fingers flying over her clitoris, while Lea held her hand, giving her courage and strength. And then it came, an orgasm that hit her like a hurricane, a loud, dirty scream that came from the depths of her soul, a scream for release, for redemption, for life. Her body convulsed, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the bed, a shaking, sweating bundle of pleasure and pain.

Lea held her close, her arms strong and sure, and she kissed her forehead, a soft, tender kiss that said more than anything. "You see, aunt," she whispered. "It's not that hard. It's beautiful. And you deserve to be beautiful." Agnes smiled, a tear rolled down her cheek, a tear of relief, of joy, of gratitude. She knew that this was only the beginning, the beginning of a new time, a time in which she would finally live again, like a woman who was desired and who desired. And she knew that she would be eternally grateful to Lea for showing her how to break, how to live, how to love.

At the end of her masturbation, Agnes had rammed two fingers into her fuck hole again and fucked herself like a madwoman for minutes, her body writhing like a worm in ecstasy. Her gaze was fixed and deeply immersed in Lea's gaze. Lea's eyes signaled understanding, affection and recognition.

Agnes' body convulsed, a final, violent spasm went through her, and then she sank onto the bed like a sack full of wet clothes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breath coming in heaving, panting sounds. Her fingers were still inside her own dripping cunt, but they were still now, exhausted from the wild storm she herself had unleashed. Her gaze, still fixed and deep, was fixed on Lea, and in her eyes there was a strange mixture of shame, gratitude and a new, eerie peace.

Lea smiled gently, a smile that showed no condemnation, just pure, unadulterated affection. She leaned forward and gave Agnes a light kiss on the forehead, her lips warm and dry. "That was nice, aunt," she whispered, her voice a quiet, soothing whisper. "Very beautiful. You deserve to be so beautiful."

Agnes couldn't answer, her throat was too dry, her heart was pounding too loudly in her chest. She just nodded, a slow, hesitant movement, and closed her eyes. She felt Lea's hand on her cheek, a gentle, reassuring gesture, and she felt the tension that had held her captive for so long slowly slip away, like a heavy, old suit of armor that she could finally shed.

Oskar, who had been watching the whole spectacle with keen eyes, felt a new wave of lust rising within him. He saw the two women, one exhausted and satisfied, the other gentle and caring, and he knew he wasn't done yet. His cock, which had softened slightly for a moment, became hard again, a magnificent dam just waiting to burst. He stood up, his body glistening in the dim light, and knelt between Agnes' spread legs. "I want to fuck you too, Agnes," he said, his voice rough and firm. "I want to fuck you like I fuck Lea. I want to fuck you until you scream."

Agnes' eyes flew open, her look full of panic and confusion. "No!" she gasped, her voice a hoarse croak. "Don't! I can't! My vow!"

"Your vow is shit!" Oskar shouted, his voice becoming louder, wilder. "Your vow has only made you unhappy! You want it, Agnes! I know you want it! Your body wants it! Your cunt wants it!" He grabbed her wrist, pulled her fingers out of her cunt and placed his own hand on them, his fingers warm and strong, and he began to jerk her, gently but firmly. "Just let it happen, Agnes. Let us fuck you. Let us love you."

Lea watched, her face a mask of curiosity and excitement. She felt that this was a crucial moment, a moment that could change everything. She scooted closer to Agnes, their naked bodies touching, and she whispered in her ear, "Let it happen, aunt. Allow it. He's right. You want it. And you deserve it. We're here, we'll take care of you. We won't hurt you."

Agnes hesitated, her mind fighting her body, her sin fighting her lust. But then she felt Oskar's finger on her clit, felt Lea's warm breath in her ear, and she knew she was lost. She gave up, let herself fall, and opened her legs even wider, an open invitation, a silent command. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, my boy."

Oskar didn't need any further prompting. He pushed his hard, thick cock into Agnes's wet, hot cunt and she moaned, a loud, uncontrollable sound of pleasure and pain. He began to fuck her, hard and wild, his thrusts deep and powerful, and she responded, her body moving in rhythm with his hips, her hands clawing at his back, her legs locking around his waist. They fucked like wild animals, driven by a passion that neither of them had felt in a long time, and they knew that this was more than just sex, this was a release, a redemption, a new life.

Agnes knew that this was the end of her vows. Oskar's big cock completely filled her cunt, the aftershocks of the orgasm had subsided. And now she held on to Lea's hand with one hand and let Oskar fuck her. Unheard of, after perhaps 25 or 30 years of abstinence, she let a man fuck her again. Okay, not from just any man, but from Oskar. A young man of almost 17, but who had the cock of a stallion. Tears of happiness ran down Agnes' cheeks. She had broken her vow in a split second, and somehow it was a release. The vow fell away like a heavy iron chain.

Agnes didn't need the vow anymore, she needed Oskar's cock.

And tomorrow she would take care of the cock of David, her younger brother, Leah's father.

Yes, together with Lea she would bring her dad out of the desert, out of exile and misery.

She was determined —

And now Oskar's wonderful cock had her running up the hill, the hill at the top of which a wonderful orgasm awaited her. Yes, she would shout and rejoice like Lea did before, she would celebrate this fucking like a prodigal son who had come back. Who had thrown off his chains and opened her pussy hole wide for Oskar's cock.

Yes, that was it, that was the right thing, the only right thing.

Lea kissed Agnes on the lips, a sisterly kiss, not a demanding sexual kiss. "Auntie, you passed out in orgasm while Oskar fucked you like a berserk because he was already on his own cliff. You were only gone for a few minutes, but I was still worried."

Agnes smiled weakly. "I've never fainted during orgasms, at least not yet. But I'm completely back, I'm fine and you don't have to worry, Lea darling. Oaskar gave me such a powerful orgasm that the pillars of my world collapsed. I wasn't expecting that."

She kissed Lea's lips and Oskar's cheek. "Good night, my children, I have to sleep, I can't stay awake anymore" and as soon as she had spoken, she had already fallen asleep. Loosened, relaxed and truly full of peace.

Oskar and Lea fucked until dawn, then they also fell asleep, curled up together like a litter of little foxes.

Far above, behind cloud 9, the Lord also smiled, very pleased.