Ludmilla, the old Primadonna

Oskar went down to the third floor, where old Ludmilla lived. His mom was away for three days and she had asked old Ludmilla to look after Oskar a little.

Old Ludmilla was in a wheelchair. Oskar would have said she was already a hundred, but she was only 72, to be precise. She had already laid out breakfast and he ate it diligently. Then Ludmilla said he could now take a shower. "But I already told Irene, your mom, that I couldn't do it to you three times, maybe only once, because of my weak wrists. Irene then laughed. "Oskar will hardly want to fuck an old hag like you, he has eyes in his head!" Is that okay with you, my boy?" Oskar nodded, once would be fine, then he would do it himself because of her wrists. And he definitely wouldn't fuck her against her will, said the good boy - that's certainly what Irene meant. Little devils danced in Ludmilla's eyes. She gave him soap and towel and followed him into the shower.

She sat up in the wheelchair and washed his back. She grabbed his cock and started jerking him slowly. "I used to do this a thousand times, but now it's becoming too difficult for my weak wrists."

Still, she was a pro at jerking cock. She grinned and tried as hard as she could. Her eyes lit up as his cock began to squirt, and now she jerked him hard and vigorously as he cummed until it was finished.

Ludmilla's bony fingers rubbed his cock for a long time and she squeezed every drop out. Her experienced hand knew exactly where to press and stroke to get the last of his pleasure out of him. “Back when I was still spreading my legs in the opera ballet, the dancers would bring me their chubby little sons,” she purred, her voice as rough as sandpaper. "I was allowed to jerk them off, these innocent little angels. Between nine and thirteen, the very best years for jerking cocks. Their eyes, as big and round as dinner plates, when they felt for the first time how an old, experienced cunt is tugging and tugging at their stick. They loved these little sluts to get really good handiwork from Aunt Ludmilla." She laughed a throaty, almost croaking laugh. "But that was just the beginning, the preliminary stage, the training. Later, when the boys were a few years older and the cocks were harder, I took them between my thighs myself. Yes, my boy, then I let them fuck me, hard and deep, again and again, until they were completely exhausted; but then the next one was standing behind them. They were allowed to fuck me all in a row until my knees were shaking from exhaustion. My cunt was overflowing with their juice. The little angels have "Everyone loved to make old Ludmilla a bitch, no matter what."

Ludmilla rolled her wheelchair back a step, her old eyes examining the young, muscular body of the 15-year-old in front of her. Now Oskar began to jerk off himself, his hand wrapped around the still wet shaft and began a rhythmic, firm stroke. Ludmilla's eyes shone greedily, a red, almost feverish glow burning in them. It was a sight that never tired her: a young, brimming cock in the hand of its owner, driving himself to ecstasy. She had asked how he usually did it, and Oskar, excited by her lecherous questions, now held nothing back.

"Mom jerks me off three times every morning in the shower," he gasped, his voice hoarse with excitement. "She says I have to get rid of the old semen first before I fuck her and inject the fresh semen inside." Ludmilla licked her dry lips, her breathing became shallower. "Then she bends over until her fingertips touch her toes and she turns her beautiful, plump ass towards me. Then I can move forward between her ass cheeks, right into her wet pussy hole and she wanks her clit while I fuck her properly." He pulled at his flesh, the idea of ​​his mother making him swell. "When I cum, she quickly triggers her orgasm with her finger so that she climaxes at the same time as me. Sometimes we fuck on the big marital bed during the day when she feels like fucking herself with her soft rubber dildo. Then I watch as she fucks herself into bliss and when I can't hold back any longer, I can fuck her to my heart's content. We are of course very careful because dad can't hear anything about it."

His hand became faster, the memories driving him crazy. With a loud groan that echoed in the small shower, he squirted his slime into the shower tray in thick, fat, white jets. The walls seemed to tremble with his pleasure. But he didn't let up. "I'm not done yet," he gasped to Ludmilla, his eyes burning at her. She just nodded, her face a mask of pure, insatiable greed. Her eyes shone brighter than ever, she knew that the morning was still long and the boy still had much more in him.

"And do you fuck girls your own age group too, my boy?" Ludmilla asked curiously, her voice a low, rough croak that spoke of lustful anticipation. Oskar nodded, his hand resting on his still bulging cock for a moment. "Only a few girls at school have already been deflowered, by their brother or their dad, and they let anyone fuck them. Those who aren't allowed to fuck yet stand around in a circle and watch curiously and longingly."

Ludmilla giggled, a deep, almost audible gurgle coming from her chest. "I can well imagine that, my boy. The poor little sluts, they've been wanting to get a hard cock in for a long time, but if daddy is too lazy or too cowardly to take them properly, then you'll probably have to do it yourself!" Her eyes sparkled conspiratorially.

Oskar stopped jerking off, her words captivated him. "Do you really think, Aunt Ludmilla? That I would simply deflower a girl just because her father is too lazy or too cowardly?"

Ludmilla grinned broadly and cheekily, her gums shimmering yellow. "Of course, my son! You already know how to fuck, because your mom taught you well. And now this or that little, inexperienced slut is waiting for you to tear her hymen with your magnificent cock because it's simply necessary. And then you have to fuck her, but really well, my boy, so that her hearing and seeing go away. You have to fuck her until she screams and begs. And then her little, tight pussy floods with your hot juice, because that's the only way to make children! That's your duty, boy!"

Oskar continued to jerk off, his hand now flying faster and more skillfully over his shaft, which had become hard again. Old Ludmilla's words had rekindled his spirit. "When Mom is away, her youngest sister, Aunt Jenny, usually comes," he panted, his voice torn with exertion and excitement. "She doesn't believe in wanking cocks at all, she just wants to be fucked, I can even inject the old semen into her pussy hole. Jenny really wants a child, and her new husband is already very old and has a hard time fucking her, but he does his best, once a month or every two months. So Jenny lets me inject all my semen hard and heartily, maybe she'll have another child that way."

Ludmilla grinned broadly, her face a distorted mesh of wrinkles and lustful greed. “Yes, my boy, Aunt Jenny has got the hang of it,” she huffed, tapping the armrest of her wheelchair with her weak hand. "If she can't get herrings from one, she'll go fuck the next fisherman. That's just a very smart woman who gets what she deserves! She knows that a warm, young cock shoots better than an old, lame stick! You're just the best-greased bolt she could find to turn her screw!"

Oskar laughed loudly, a resounding, almost manic laugh that echoed in the small tiled walls of the shower. “You go to the fisherman to fuck, but to the bird dealer you go fishing?”

Ludmilla grinned broadly, her face contorted into a lustful mask. "You understand exactly what I meant. If fucking one doesn't bring any results, you look for someone else to get fucked and cum on. You'd do well to please Aunt Jenny properly, you can only make her happy. Be happy, because she'll soon love you more than her impotent old man. Your mother has trained you well to be a real fuck stud, now use your strength to help the family! Your aunt Jenny will love you Bless your juice, and when she has your child, you will be the real man in the house!"

Ludmilla leaned forward in her wheelchair, her old eyes burning like live coals. "To make a girl have a child, you have to flood her with your juice, flood her so that it overflows," she hissed, her voice rough and full of baleful energy. "It's not enough to just tentatively squirt a little a few times and say 'Thank you, Madame!' to murmur. No, you have to really fuck her like a breeding stallion in the pasture, you have to squirt all your juice deep into her, into her aunt's greedy pussy, time and time again. Don't get me wrong, my boy, you won't do anyone any good by cumming timidly. You really have to fill her up, fill her cup until it's overflowing so she could sip it with her mouth full if she had to. Don't let your mom ruin it for you, because it's a sacred mission if your aunt wants to have a child. Your juice is the seed that makes their emptiness fruitful, and you are the man who fills it!"

Oskar laughed loudly, his hand moving tirelessly on his stiff cock. "Mom really doesn't mind me fucking Jenny. But after the second time she grabs me because she's afraid there'll be nothing left for her!"

Ludmilla croaked with pleasure and slapped the armrest with her weak hand. "Of course, my boy! Your mom is a smart woman. She knows that she can't just give her best fuck stud to someone else, even if it's her own sister. She doesn't want her little boy to get too used to someone else's cunt. She wants to keep the best juice for herself, that's clear! But don't be angry with her, she loves you and she only wants you for herself. You're her little lover and she doesn't want to share you!"

Oskar reared up, his whole body tensing like a spring. "Look, Aunt Ludmilla, how high I can cum!" he shouted, and with a loud groan his cum shot up into the air in thick, white arcs, where it burst on the tiles of the shower and slowly dripped down.

Ludmilla clapped her hands loudly and applauded, her face a grimace of greed and admiration. "A true breeding stallion, our little Oskar! A magnificent splash!" Then she asked, her voice longing for more details, "How many times do you squirt a day?" Oskar squeezed the last drops out of his tube and thought, his breathing still heavy.

"Well, mom usually jerks me off three times in our morning shower so that the old semen is gone. Then I fuck her from behind like dogs, that would be 5. When Jenny is there, I fuck Jenny first in front of mom because she is so crazy about fucking, then we would be at 7. I usually fuck mom and Jenny again in the afternoon in the parents' bed, that would be 8 or 9. And during the week I sneak down to the servants' room old Babushka, our housekeeper and cook, she comes from the Czech Republic and has no one to fuck except me, even though she has a full, round figure and breasts like watermelons. When she orgasms with me, she shouts "Bosche Moi!", which roughly means "Oh my God!" Sometimes, and at night I sneak into the parents' bedroom and fuck my mom silently, my dad is sleeping and snoring next to me. Dad only fucks my mom once a week, on Sunday mornings. I always watch through the crack in the door and at the end she has to jerk it off in her mouth and swallow his juice. I didn't count the fucking at school, there's another one or two."

Ludmilla clapped her hands again, this time even louder and more enthusiastically. "Yes, my boy, you fuck well like a breeding stallion, I'll give you that! You're a real blessing for all these women who don't have another fucker! Your mother raised you well to be a real juice dispenser!"

Oskar reached for the towel and dried himself, the air in the room was heavy with steam and the smell of his semen. Ludmilla rolled back into the room and looked up at him, her eyes like two dark, glowing coals. "Oskar, my boy, do you have strong arms? Would you pick me up and put me on the bed over there?" Her voice was a low, pleading croak.

Oskar didn't hesitate for a moment. He picked her up, she was as light as a feather, barely more than a hint of bone and skin, and carried her to the bed, where he carefully laid her down. The old mattress creaked under its light weight. She pulled back her dressing gown left and right; underneath she was completely naked. He stared at her small, wrinkled breasts, hanging like empty, crumpled sacks, the nipples dark and sunken. And under the thick, white bush he saw her reddened cunt, her labia were swollen and glistening wet.

"My pussy is always red because I often fuck myself with the rubber dildo and then finish it off with my finger," she said, her voice trembling with anticipation. "So come on, Oskar. Show old Ludmilla what a young stallion can do. Stick your hard cock into my greedy old cunt and fuck me the way you fuck your mom and your aunt! Fill me with your juice until I overflow!"

Oskar stared at her cunt and pushed her labia aside, the skin soft and yielding under his fingers. Ludmilla grinned, her face a mask of wrinkles and lustful memory. "There were many hundreds, perhaps more than a thousand, who fucked me with great pleasure, my boy, and also many girls and seasoned wives, yes, those too. The more chaste and holy a wife is, the more greedy she is for a hearty girl's sex. Remember that, don't let your eyes be dusted with sand."

Oskar spit on his fingers, wetting the old, wrinkled cunt, his fingers gliding lightly over the red, swollen skin. "Ludmilla, I have never fucked a woman your age. You have to stop me immediately if I get too wild, okay?" Ludmilla grinned broadly, her tongue shimmering wetly between her lips.

"Of course, since I've been in a wheelchair, no one has come anymore," she said, her voice rough with desire. "But you're a good boy, Oskar, you're going to fuck Aunt Ludmilla thoroughly a few times now, so much so that I no longer know which way is up and which is down. I'm just going to shout and cheer, and it can't be wild enough for me, so come on, my boy!"

Oskar pushed in, far too cautiously, his movements were hesitant, almost fearful. "I'm not a fragile sugar doll, my boy!" she whined, her voice a harsh command. "Come on, finally fuck me, you little stud!" Oskar, already almost 16, could no longer be asked. He fucked old Ludmilla thoroughly, his cock drilling deep into her soft, yielding cunt, his thrusts becoming hard and fast. Oh, she endured everything with ease, she even enjoyed it. She spurred him on, her old eyes shining with greed, and she slapped his buttocks with the palm of her hand to encourage him, her young stallion. When he came to cum, her finger rolled furiously over her clit, causing her to orgasm almost at the same time as him as he spurted his hot cum deep inside her, filling her with a loud scream of excitement.

During these days, Oskar easily managed to cum 10 to 12 times, but even much more often. Because old Ludmilla lay in bed and cheered him on, her old, trembling voice was a constant incentive for him. She didn't care at all that the boy had to cum so that the new seed could replace the old. She wanted to be fucked and orgasm every time, she wanted to feel the young, wild power within her. She whooped and cheered quietly so that the neighbor wouldn't notice her little, forbidden pleasure, but her eyes shone with greed and her hands reached for him to pull him closer to her. She was savoring the fact that Irene had given her her little breeding stallion to her, and she was determined to savor every minute of these sinful days until she trembled and screamed with pleasure.