Oskar and Lea

Oskar and Lea, who had met at a Scout summer camp, were staying with Agnes, a former nun, during their school vacation. On their very first night, they cuddled and snuggled and told each other everything that came to mind.

Lea announced the big news: “Unfortunately, you didn’t make it to the last summer camp, even though I’d gotten the pill and wanted to fuck you — you were supposed to be my first. So I ended up sharing a tent with a very distant cousin from Australia, Reginald. He took my virginity very gently and sweetly, and we fucked like rabbits the whole time. He was well-endowed, and I enjoyed every single time we fucked! And when I got home, I immediately grabbed Dad, because since Mom hardly ever fucks him anymore, he’s in a real bind. At first we did it in total secret because I wanted to keep it hidden from Mom. But Dad doesn’t give a shit — he fucks me right out in the open in our parents’ bed as soon as Mom starts jerking off her clit. My shyness faded very quickly, because if Dad wanted to show Mom that we were fucking, then so be it. Mom just watches and doesn’t say anything; she just keeps jerking off. I think she’s really glad that I’m taking over her marital duties. And I love fucking Dad sooo much, even though he has a much smaller dick than Reginald and has to fuck me several times to cum it all out. What do you think about that?"

Oskar’s cock slid effortlessly into Lea’s extremely tight pussy. It was as if her pussy were actively sucking and clamping down on him, responding to his every movement with an infinitely wet warmth. She moaned softly as he lost himself completely inside her. His thick, uncircumcised cock felt different inside her than Reginald’s — thicker, more alive — and the tension of his foreskin, which stretched a little further over his glans with every thrust, drove her wild. Lea felt her tight cunt relentlessly forcing his foreskin backward with every thrust. A brief twitch flitted across Oskar’s face — a hint of pain that immediately turned into pure, primal pleasure. He began to fuck her, hard and deep. Every thrust hit her G-spot, and Lea knew in that moment that he was the best. Better than gentle Reginald, better than hardworking Dad. Oskar was a fucker who understood her body and could drive it to climax. His rhythm quickened, his thrusts grew deeper. Oskar drove her up the hill of pleasure; her breathing came in gasps, her thighs trembled. Lea knew what to do. Her fingers found her clit, which was already hard and throbbing beneath her touch. She began to rub it in time with Oskar’s thrusts, heightening her own pleasure so she could climax perfectly with him. “I’m about to come, Lea, I have to squirt!” he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. She just nodded, her fingers flying over her clit as she heard his words: “Are you ready, little slut? Do you want my cum?” That was it. Lea’s fingers whirled over her clit as Oskar groaned deep inside her and thrust his cock all the way into her. She felt his foreskin being pulled back firmly and completely, his magnificent glans expanding inside her, and then the first hot burst of his semen shooting deep into her pussy. At the same moment, her own orgasm exploded. A loud scream escaped her throat; her body tensed in waves of pure pleasure that shot through her like lightning. It was an incredible orgasm that shook the 14-year-old as if she were a sack of down feathers in a storm. Completely exhausted and happy, Oskar collapsed next to her on the bed. Lea’s body was still twitching as she tried to catch her breath. After a moment of silence, during which only their heavy breathing filled the room, Lea fumbled with trembling hands to find the cigarettes and a lighter and handed him one. They both lit up and inhaled deeply; the smoke filled the room and mingled with the scent of their sex.

The smoke from their cigarettes swirled between them in the dark as Oskar, after taking his first deep drag, asked, “Did I get this right — you wait in the evening until your mom starts jerking off her clit, and then you have sex with your dad? That’s so hot! Watching Mom jerk herself off while Dad fucks you!” Lea laughed softly, a ring of smoke escaping her lips. “Yeah, that’s exactly how it is. Mom’s always jerked off right in front of Dad and me — she’s not shy about it. And back then, I used to jerk Dad off with my hand at the same time — I was still a virgin then. But now we watch Mom jerk off while Dad fucks me, over and over, until Mom reaches her climax, and that’s when he cums inside me — his whole load.” She took another drag and continued, her voice growing softer, almost tender. “I love this fucking, Oskar, because I love Mom and Dad — just the two of us! It’s so perverse and at the same time so… pure. When Dad cums inside me while Mom lies next to us moaning in orgasm, it feels like we’re a family — a real, honest family. Dad says I save him with my pussy, and I think I really do.” She turned to Oskar, her eyes glistening in the dim light. “And you know what’s the hottest part? When Mom’s done and licks her finger — still wet with her juices — she looks at me and smiles. A small, mysterious smile. And I know she approves, that she’s glad I’m taking her place. Sometimes, when Dad takes me especially hard, I imagine Mom can feel it, as if she were letting him fuck her. It’s so damn hot, Oskar — you have to understand that.”

Lea grew pensive; the smoke from her cigarette hung between them like a veil. “Two months ago, when you last stayed over at my place, I woke up and realized you’d been screwing my mom. How did that happen?” Oskar took a deep drag; the ember of his cigarette glowed. “Well, Jenny came into the kids’ room to wake us late sleepers up. You were still sound asleep, but I was already dealing with my morning wood.” He laughed softly. “So your mom sat down at the foot of the bed, watched me jerk off, and talked me into telling her everything — she wanted to know it all. So I told her that Mom has been jerking me off in the shower for years and that we’ve been fucking afterward for a while now.” He paused; his voice grew deeper as he recalled the memory. “She bends down really low, touching her toes with her fingertips, and I can see her bush and her pussyhole between her ass cheeks — that’s how I fuck her, and when she feels like it, she rubs her clit at the same time. I think it feels damn good for Mom — and for me, of course, too.” He lit a new cigarette and continued, “Your mom got really wet while I was telling her that. Her fingers unconsciously slid down to her own pussy while she was listening to me. She said she envied my mom for having such a ‘well-endowed and willing boy.’ Then she stood up, took off her nightgown, and turned her back to me. She bent over, just like my mom, and showed me her wet, glistening pussy. ‘Well, Oskar?’ she asked, ‘Do you want to fuck Lea’s mom, too?’ I didn’t have to think twice. I stepped up behind her, pressed my cock against her wet slit, and just slid right in. She wasn’t quite as tight as you, but she was so wet and full of horny juices — I’ve rarely felt anything like it. I fucked her until she screamed, and when I was about to cum, she turned around and I shot my whole load all over her face and tits. She licked it all up and said we should do this more often.”

Lea nodded thoughtfully, her fingers unconsciously stroking her still-wet pussy. Oskar watched the wisps of smoke drift away; his voice grew softer, more intimate, as he continued: “And sometimes Mom’s youngest sister, Mitzi, would come to visit. She saw how nicely I was fucking Mom in the shower, and she asked Mom if she could fuck me, too. Mom nodded, a little jealous and annoyed, and ever since then, I’ve been fucking Mitzi every time she visits.” He took a drag on his cigarette before revealing the secret. “That was also the reason why I didn’t go to the last summer camp. Mom saw how horny poor Mitzi was during her pregnancy, and her husband, Uncle Heinzi, just wasn’t able to fuck her day and night — he poor guy doesn’t have a particularly big dick, Mitzi said. So Mom grabbed me by the hand and took me to Mitzi’s, and I was supposed to fuck Mitzi all afternoon long. So, no summer camp — just fucking Mitzi every afternoon, from noon until evening, until Uncle Heinzi comes home.” A conspiratorial smile flitted across his face. “He praised me for fucking his Mitzi so thoroughly, and he’s always very tired when he comes home from the office. Mitzi, of course, has no idea, but Mom and I exchange glances, because we both know that Heinzi is fucking an apprentice at the office and the little girl is sucking him dry, down to the last drop.” Lea couldn’t suppress a giggle and held her hand over her mouth. “Well, you’ve got quite the little filthy clan there!” Oskar smiled, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “I absolutely love fucking my mom — and Mitzi, of course. She had a round belly that she protected with both hands, but I had to fuck her until she collapsed, until I couldn’t go on anymore. Sometimes she’d lie on her side, her belly between us, and I’d take her from behind while she rubbed her clit. Other times she’d sit on top of me — her weight almost crushing me — but her wet hole sucked my cock in so tight I couldn’t stop. And when she came, she screamed like a madwoman, her whole pregnant body twitching. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Lea tilted her head, and a single strand of blonde hair fell across her face. “Now I get it. You didn’t stand me up at summer camp — your mom ordered you to fuck her little sister in her time of need because your uncle just can’t cut it and he’s wasting his cum on his apprentice, that cheating bastard!” Her voice was a mixture of realization and a strange kind of admiration for these perverse family obligations. She looked down at the floor, her fingers playing with the cigarette as it slowly burned down. “I thought it was a shame that you weren’t my first, because I’d been really looking forward to it.” A hint of melancholy lingered in her voice as she thought of the missed opportunity. She imagined what it would have been like — Oskar’s hands on her body, his cock entering her for the first time, instead of gentle Reginald. Then she lifted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “But I don’t regret that it was Reginald. A refined, gentle, and considerate gentleman from Down Under.” Her eyes took on a dreamy, gleaming look as she reminisced. “He took my virginity as if we were in heaven. He didn’t just take me — he made love to me. Every thrust was a question, every kiss an answer. He fucked me, yes, but he also loved me while doing it — at least, that’s how it felt.” She took the last drag of her cigarette and stubbed it out. “His cock wasn’t as thick as yours, Oskar, but he knew how to use it. He sucked and caressed me for so long that I finally begged him to take me. And when he did, he fucked me so slowly and deeply that I thought I’d burst. He was my first, and he was perfect. But you… you’re different. You’re raw, and honest, and perverted. And I want you to fuck me right now, Oskar. I want you to take me the way you took Mitzi. Hard, without mercy. Show me what you’ve learned.”

And Oskar showed her exactly what he had learned. They sank onto the sheets and waited until their heartbeats had calmed down. Oskar lit two cigarettes and continued his story. “Most of the girls your age that I’ve met are, plain and simple, immature greenhorns who can’t do anything but chatter. Sex or making out are completely off-limits; if one of them lifts her skirt so you can see her panties, that’s as far as it goes. You’re much more mature than those stupid geese; you know what it’s all about and that in the end, it has to end in sex. Period.” He took a thoughtful drag on his cigarette; the smoke rose slowly toward the ceiling. “I had the chance to fuck two very old ladies. Ludmilla from the third floor — she’s an old Primadonna from the State Opera — she showed me nude photos of herself from her youth, and man, was she a hot piece of work! She also showed me pictures of her fucking. There were kings, presidents, and high-ranking nobility among them, as she put it. And then she asked me straight out if I’d like to fuck her. I was a little wary because of her age, but she just said, ‘Nonsense!’ and then I fucked her. It went much better than I’d feared. Since then, I’ve been going down to see her sometimes, because I know how much she loves it when I fuck her.” Lea listened breathlessly, her eyes widening with every new revelation. She imagined how the young, steely Oskar took this old, experienced lady, how her wrinkled skin trembled beneath his hands. “And… and what was it like?” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “With an old woman like that… wasn’t she… dry? Or withered?” Oskar laughed softly. “No, not at all. She was… experienced. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. Her pussy might not have been as tight as yours, Lea, but it was wet and hungry. And her hands… God, her hands knew exactly where to touch me to drive me crazy. She taught me things you can’t even imagine. She showed me how to stimulate a woman until she’s begging you to finally take her. She taught me to be patient and then strike when she least expects it. Yeah, Ludmilla is a good teacher. Better than any young chick who just acts all prissy and doesn’t know what to do with a hard cock."

Oskar took a deep drag on his cigarette; the smoke burned in his lungs as he prepared for his next revelation. “The other one was my grandmother, Lilly. Her name is Lillibeth — Lilly Anne Elisabeth. Everyone just calls her Lilly.” He laughed softly, a laugh that was a mixture of memory and pain. “Well, she was lying on her sickbed, the cancer eating away at her from the inside. But the morphine took the pain away, and she was funny, horny as hell, and mentally sharp as a tack.” He gazed into the distance, as if he were seeing the scene unfold before him again. “Mom had told me to check on her because the home health nurse had a few days off. I’d started reading the newspaper to Lilly, but she wanted to gossip with me. Okay, so I told her about Mom and me. Her eyes widened. ‘I didn’t know my daughter-in-law was so horny, but whatever — he main thing is that you can spill your seed whenever you want, because that’s very important for a teenager, am I right?’” Oskar laughed at the memory of his dying grandmother’s blunt words. “I nodded and then said that I’d also been fucking Mitzi, even before she got pregnant. And when she was heavily pregnant, I’d do it for whole afternoons on end. Lilly looked at me with wide eyes. ‘Are you sure Uncle Heinzi got her pregnant and not you!?’ I told her that Mom had suspected the same thing, but then she said it didn’t really matter at all. The main thing is that Mitzi’s going to be a mom.”

Lea listened breathlessly, her eyes widening with every new revelation. “And… and what did she say? Your grandmother? Did she… condemn you?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, a mixture of shock and budding excitement. Oskar shook his head, a strange smile playing on his lips. “No. She laughed. A deep, raspy laugh that came from her dying body. ‘Well, my boy,’ she said, ‘you’re making the family proud. You’re making sure the bloodline continues, even if the men are too weak to fuck.’ And then… then she asked me if I could help her, too. If I could bring her old, sick cunt back to life one more time. She said it was her last wish — to feel a young, strong cock penetrate her one more time before she completely rots away.” He hesitated; his voice grew quieter. “And I did it, Lea. I fucked my own grandmother on her deathbed. She was so dry, so fragile, but when I entered her, she came alive. Her face lit up; she screamed softly — not from pain, but from pleasure. And when I came inside her, she held me tight and said, ‘Now I can die, my boy. Now I’ve lived my life to the fullest.’ She died a week later, but she left me a letter thanking me. She left me her entire fortune, just because I gave her a good fucking one last time.”

Lea looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the dim light, a mixture of curiosity and budding excitement. “Tell me exactly what happened — don’t just mention it in passing.” Oskar nodded, his voice growing softer, more intimate. “First she asked me if I’d ever fingered a girl before. I said no — ‘Girls are too clueless, like green geese. But mature, grown women really appreciate it when I rub their clits; none of them have ever complained or failed to orgasm. “I think I’m pretty good at this, Grandma.” Lilly then smiled and said I should finger her clit — she hadn’t masturbated in months.” He paused, as if he were seeing the scene play out before him again. “So I did it for her. Her clit was wrinkled and shriveled at first, but it swelled up nice and rosy, and I gave Lilly a magnificent orgasm. That went on for a few days, then she asked if I could maybe fuck her? Her husband, Larry — he could fuck like a young god. But patriotism took him from me — he volunteered and was killed in action in the 1996 Iraq War. The bomb tore him to pieces; we buried him at the military cemetery out in Ramstein, with the national anthem and a gun salute, because he fell as a hero.” His voice grew hoarse with emotion as he continued: “His comrades came to see me afterward and fucked me in a good, honest way — the way husbands fuck their wives, not in a sleazy way. Oh, how I loved taking those hard-faced, muscular guys between my thighs — they all fucked me very respectfully and properly; the last one didn’t stop coming around until I was 55. These comrades saved my body and my soul. They made sure I received the full widow’s pension and not the watered-down version for ‘German wives.’ And because a different one came every night to stay with me, they kept me from becoming a whore — from throwing myself at just anyone and dying as a streetwalker by the roadside — by giving me good sex. “They really saved me — his comrades!” Lea let out a soft moan, her hand wandering to her own pussy, which was already wet again. “God, Oskar,” she whispered, “your grandma… she was a heroine. A heroine of fucking. And you… you brought her back to life one last time at the end of her life. That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears and lust. “And then? Did you fuck her? Did you take your dying grandma the way she was used to from the soldiers?”

Oskar nodded; his voice was calm, almost respectful. “Yes, I fucked her. I was with her for 10 afternoons and nights, right up until her last breath. In the afternoons and evenings, I gave her one wonderful orgasm after another with my finger — dozens of them — but at night, she wanted to be properly fucked like the widow of a war hero. I fucked her every night, exactly the way I’d learned to fuck Ludmilla — gently, considerately, and from the heart.” He looked down at the floor, as if he were seeing the scene play out before him once more. “On the morning of the eleventh day, when I woke up early, I went to her as I did every morning to check on her. There she lay, half uncovered, her legs bent, and her finger was on her clit. Her lifeless gaze was fixed on the cheeky sparrows on the windowsill, and she was still smiling in death, because she had died in the middle of jerking off.” Lea let out a soft moan; her hand found its way to her own wet pussy. “God, Oskar,” she whispered, “that’s… that’s the most beautiful and the most terrible thing I’ve ever heard.” Oskar continued, his voice growing softer. “I called Mom right away; I woke her up, and she was still half-asleep. But then she was wide awake. ‘Oskar, son, cover Lilly up properly; I’ll take care of the rest. Sit with her and wait for me — I’m coming.’ I removed Lilly’s finger from her clit and covered her respectfully. I sat next to her for a very long time, having a silent conversation with her spirit, then Mom came with the medical examiner in tow.” He looked at Lea; his eyes were serious. “I didn’t tell Mom or Mitzi anything about Ludmilla or Lilly — it seemed inappropriate to me.” He lit another cigarette; his hand trembled slightly. “That was… that was different, Lea. The thing with Ludmilla — hat’s just fucking. But Lilly… that was something else. That was… sacred. I didn’t just fuck her — I gave her the last gift she wanted. I watched her die, but I also watched her live during those last few nights. She taught me that sex isn’t just sweat and juices, but also soul. And I… I’m grateful that I was able to experience that.”

Just then, Jenny — Lea’s mom — walked into the kids’ room. She was wearing nothing but a sheer transparent veil wrapped around her body, which clung to her curves and let her brownish nipples show through. She looked at Oskar with a demanding gaze, her eyes glowing with desire. Lea grinned, her fingers unconsciously stroking Oskar’s chest. “Mom, just go for it and have some juicy sex! I don’t mind watching you fucking Oskar. I bet you’d much, much rather do this than let your whole extended family fuck you.” Jenny hesitated, but then she let the veil fall and lay down next to the two of them. Her skin was warm and smelled of lavender and arousal. “Yes, Lea, my dear, you’re absolutely right. Letting Oskar fuck me is pure pleasure for me. Letting my relatives fuck me is a chore. No one asks me if I’m having even a little fun with it or not. They come to squirt inside the pussyhole of a pretty woman — and that’s all there is to it.” She looked at Oskar, her eyes growing moist. “It just hurts me that my own dad is in on it too — my dad, who taught me the joys of sex from my youngest age, and now he’s coming over just like the others, just to squirt inside. That hurts, Lea.” Her voice trembled as she spoke of her father, the man who had once taught her what pleasure was and who was now treating her like a common whore. Oskar sensed Jenny’s pain and pulled her close. His fingers found their way to her wet pussy as he caressed her breasts. “I understand you, Jenny,” he whispered. “I understand what it means to be fucked without being loved. But I’m not like the others. I want to fuck you, yes, but I also want you to feel it. I want to hear you scream — not from pain, but from pleasure. I want to take you the way you deserve, like a queen.” He kissed her, deeply and passionately, and felt her surrender to him, throwing herself into his arms, ready to be taken by him in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Lea watched the two of them having sex. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen her mom having sex, but this time it was completely different. Jenny loved Oskar’s big, thick cock, and she felt a little bit loved. No, this Oskar wasn’t just fucking her to cum inside — no, he wanted to give her the full treatment, with fingering, deep kisses, and some really solid, hard fucking. He wasn’t doing it to satisfy his own lust, but to make Jenny feel once again like a desirable, beautiful woman with a magnificent pussy. Lea felt her own pussy getting wet again as she watched Oskar’s hands wander over Jenny’s body, how he caressed her breasts, kneaded her nipples until they stood hard and erect. She saw his fingers find her clit, how he teased her gently but firmly until Jenny’s hips began to move, until she moaned softly and reached out for him. It was as if Oskar were speaking a language that only Jenny understood — a language of pleasure, tenderness, and appreciation. And then, as Jenny trembled with desire, as she begged him to take her, Oskar did just that. He slid into her, slowly, deeply, and Jenny let out a soft cry — not of pain, but of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Lea saw Jenny’s face relax, a wave of ecstasy surge through her body, and Jenny surrender to Oskar without hesitation, without holding back. For Jenny, it was heaven on earth; Lea could see it and feel it — it wasn’t a mirage, but her mom, lost in pleasure and ecstasy. And when they came together — when Oskar shot his hot load deep into Jenny’s pussy and she let out a soft cry, as if it were her first orgasm — Lea knew that this was more than just fucking. This was an act of redemption, of healing. And she knew that she wanted to keep this Oskar all to herself, that she didn’t want to share him anymore — neither with her mom, nor with Ludmilla, nor with Lilly. He was her Oskar, and she would do anything to keep him.

And that was exactly the moment when Lea decided to have sex with her dad in exactly this way. No, making him cum couldn’t be the only goal. She — her devotion, her passion, her lust and ecstasy, and that wonderfully crazy feeling of being fucked by her own dad — that would now take center stage. Dad’s orgasm was inevitable, but it wasn’t the climax. Her lust, her ecstasy — hose were the climaxes, and Dad had to accept it or go to hell. Lea’s clit twitched at the very moment Oskar came and her mom writhed in spasms and convulsions. Yes, that’s how it had to be! She stood up — her naked skin glistening in the dim light — and walked to the door. She knew her dad was sitting in the living room, waiting for her, just as he did every night. But this time it would be different. This time she wouldn’t just satisfy his lust; this time she would demand her own. This time she would fuck him, not just let him fuck her. She would show him what she’d learned from Oskar; she would show him what it meant to be a woman who knew and demanded her own pleasure. And if he didn’t go along with it, if he refused to understand, then she would leave him — it was that simple.

She would find someone else — someone who would treat her the way she deserved. Oskar, of course.