Cold Hearts

Fred worked as a corpse washer and occasional night watchman in the morgue during his medical studies, it paid very well and during the night watch he could study undisturbed. He soon found out when the professor came to check on him. Then he sat down outside the back door and smoked thoughtfully until he heard the professor coming. They then made the rounds together, checking off the dead on the list. As usual, no body was missing, all were well‐behaved in the coolers. Fred knew they were all there, but the service paid good money. He couldn't even imagine how his predecessor, a poor boozer, could lose a body, and who could use a corpse for decoration or anything else.

The next time he sat and smoked for a long time before the professor came, his mind running like an old silent movie. It was always about power, about dominance over someone.

He lived alone with his mother in a small, poor apartment, they always had very little money, and since he was studying and earning some money, he forced her to go cleaning to earn some extra money too.

Since he was little, he asked where his father was, but she remained ironically silent. When he was little, he was allowed to sleep with her naked and he watched as the peck played excitedly with his little cock. Then she energetically turned off the light, shhh, now it's time to sleep! When he came to school, he first had to sleep in his side bed and again got no answer where the father was.

At 12, he learned to masturbate with his friends, but his mother scolded and ordered him to do it in the bathtub and wash it away instead of soaking the sheet! He ducked her power and obeyed, even though she ordered him to leave the bathroom door open. She seemed to enjoy her power over him and while he masturbated standing facing the wall in the bathtub, she never took her eyes off him for a moment. Of course, he soon discovered that she was making out herself while hidden under the sheet. Her shoulder and upper arm betrayed her movements, even if he didn't know what exactly was going on.

At about this time he found out what was going on with his father. His mother came home quite drunk from one of her rare lady rounds and he was able to elicit from her that she didn't know herself. She was 16, a virgin at the time, at a tent party where they got her drunk. Afterwards the boys lured her behind the tent, where they fucked her one after the other in the grass. There must have been 12 or 15 in the pack fucking over the course of the night. Astonished, she said that she didn't feel her hymen tearing at all, but instead she orgasmed wonderfully every now and then, which pleased her very much. Fred was saddened for a while, because he knew as little as before, but he never brought it up again.

Later he changed his position while masturbating and sat on the edge of the bathtub, facing her. It was comfortable and he could rest during the breaks before continuing. He could also keep an eye on her as well as her on him and hear her sighing and soft moans during her wiggling. Most of the time she would get up afterwards and go to the bathroom, he would see her nakedness briefly as she scurried by and then have to squirt hard.

He was already almost 16, hair sprouted in the armpits and around his cock. The cock had also become larger through the many masturbations and he could masturbate very often in a row.

In the summer, cousin Inga moved in with them and stayed for a few weeks because her parents had gone to Greece. She was already in her mid‐twenties, but hyperactive and unfortunately mentally completely retarded. She was blonde and short in stature, much shorter than Fred, had a crooked humpback and was spindly. Her bony body was sinewy and you could count the ribs she was so thin, her breasts were small and pointed. She had almost no pubic hair and a strongly bulging naked pubis with large brown labia, as Fred soon found out, but that was perhaps from frequent masturbation. That her mother sometimes woke up in the morning from Inga's masturbation and stroked the little girl's head while she orgasmed was one of the few nice features of the bitter, lonely woman.

After her mother had incomprehensibly entrusted her with the secret that he always jerked off in the bathroom as soon as she arrived, Inga joined him in the bathroom every day and took every opportunity to tease him by making a horny fuss. Tense and curious, Inga watched him become erect as she stripped off her dress and stood naked in front of him, awkwardly playing childishly with her cleft as he masturbated. The mother watched unmoved from the bed, for she had already revealed to Fred on the first day that Inga was infertile, which after some thought he took as an invitation. First, Fred began to touch Inga's small breasts and rub his cock against her naked body. Inga played with his cock for a long time before finishing with a perfect handjob with a crooked mouth grinning. She was obviously very good at that and Fred liked it a lot, he wanted to squirt as often as never before.

For the first few days he was satisfied with the handjob, but then he wanted more. Moreover, her horniness took over when she had just made him squirt great. She drained the bath water and lay naked in the tub to masturbate. Fred, of course, had been watching his mother's wiggling day in and day out and sometimes dimly saw movement in the dark under the sheet, yet his eyes nearly fell out of his head the first time Inga began to work her rose between her wide spread thighs with a stupid grin. The skin around her clit was already quite dark red from all the rubbing and she was so addicted to orgasm that she kept rubbing her clit, wildly bringing herself to orgasm again and again. Soon he realized that she was also masturbating as often as she could. So she lay curled up in the bathtub, quickly rubbing her clit and grinning at him. Greedily, Fred knelt down and tried to penetrate her, but she resisted and shook her head. He was at a loss and tried several times without success, but it wasn't until she finally started orgasming violently that he was able to take advantage of her stupor and penetrate her. Her little vagina was very, very tight. She was very frightened and grabbed his cock so that it got half stuck inside and couldn't move. As her orgasm ebbed, her grip also loosened and the outpouring came as if by itself. Exhausted and will‐less, she allowed him to go in deep and squirt it all in. Fred laughed hysterically. His first time, with a moronic girl!

Fred soon found out that she was quite happy to be fucked if he masturbated her vigorously beforehand. Yes, she loved it when he held her down and masturbated her brutally, she whimpered and groaned with excitement and then truly exploded. Afterwards she was so dull that he could mount her right away. Her face took on a slightly frightened expression, although she was not afraid of being fucked. He fucked her as hard and as deep as he could push into her. She loved that fear and he loved the power; he enjoyed his power very much when she gasped and jerked at this vigorous fucking. She whimpered, but it sounded satisfied. Only when he rose up to squirt did she tear her eyes open childishly‐expectantly. She couldn't stand that tension for long, though, and clutched him tightly. She gasped expectantly as he now slid his hand under her buttocks and pressed her abdomen firmly against his cock, but now she couldn't help it, her vagina opened soft and wide. He slid in even deeper and felt a soft resistance. He held her buttocks with both hands and kept fucking, spurting jet after jet into her. He felt triumphant satisfaction at the sight of her facial expression, which somehow reminded him of a frightened bunny. The mother didn't seem to care what the two of them were doing in the bathroom, she kept her eyes closed and her hand danced under the thin sheet. The sheet hid her actions, she thought, and she didn't care if you could tell her movements by the dancing of the sheet. Sometimes the sheet shifted with each movement and Fred could dimly watch her masturbation. He left it at that, letting her think that her secret was in good hands.

But when she was already done with her secret doings and could tell by the look on his face that he was about to squirt, she would sometimes jump up and burst into the bathroom, naked as she was. She acted very hypocritical, scolding and scolding jokingly, but letting her nakedness be proudly admired by them. She was, after all, a young woman in her 30s, her shoulder‐length dark hair framing her face, which was rarely cheerful. She loved to caress her large breasts, which hung down full and heavy and had pointed teats. Her body and legs were slender and her hips were narrow, making her butt appear larger than it was. Her pubic area was barely hairy, as she always carefully trimmed the hair so that the beautiful pubic fold was completely exposed. When she had just played her sinful game, as she had just done, her labia, hanging out of her cleft, were also clearly visible. And she liked to be looked at and admired, often her fingers tonguing her labia as if unintentionally. That she was sexually highly active and masturbated at least twice a day, she could – so she thought at least – hide from him for a long time. Then she calmed down again, went back to the bedroom with a popo shake and muttered that nothing could happen anyway, because Inga was infertile. Usually, after masturbation, she sat naked on the bed, legs folded carelessly to the side, watching them with glittering eyes. Fred always got horny and lusty when looking at her naked cunt.

Inga had instantly pushed him back, for she was still a little afraid to be fucked so openly in front of his mother's gaze, and the rest splashed onto her thighs. She wavered between fear and horniness for a few moments, then began to masturbate unsteadily. The mother sat naked in bed, watching Inga masturbate with feverish eyes, while Fred had to take a break. The mother and he looked into each other's eyes steadfastly and aggressively; breathing heavily for a moment, she put one arm around her heavy breasts and with the other hand pulled the covers up to her knees, trying to resist his insolent gaze at her nakedness.

They were in a power struggle.

He had thought it unfair for years that she could watch him masturbate and fuck, but she tried to keep her masturbation as top secret from him. Month after month he watched her secretly masturbate under the sheet while he masturbated openly in the bathroom. Month after month he desired her more and more and cowardly put off deciding when he would take her, violently if necessary.

He felt defiant and aggressive against his mother and made her feel that he wanted to do to her all that he was doing to Inga. Soon Inga was completely withdrawn into herself and could not stop, she continued masturbating with an absent expression on her face. Instantly he made himself over her, because now she did not think of defense. He held her brutally and forced his cock into her tight and cramped vagina despite the violent wiggling that preceded her orgasm. He gaped and stared at his mother's naked breasts and exposed pubic as he held Inga ironclad and fucked her thoughtfully, slowly. He looked at her with a look that revealed he must fuck her today. Inga clung to him, awkwardly wriggling her abdomen to make him cum quickly. Her already not pretty face gradually contorted into a stupid grimace, then she triggered her orgasm. The feeling of faintness prevented him from orgasming, and he looked proudly and haughtily into his mother's eyes as he continued to fuck Inga thoughtfully. His eyes revealed that he must fuck her today. His mother saw it in his eyes and instinctively knew very well that he was about to fuck her. She shuddered at the thought and got up unsteadily to close the bathroom door.

He had to take over somehow! He jumped out of the tub after a while and yanked the door wide open, because he wanted her to have to watch the roughhousing and fucking. Then he approached the mother with his stiff hanger, angrily tore the blanket from her body and carelessly flung it on the floor, so that she sat there completely naked and unprotected. The mother blushed violently as he grabbed her in mid‐air and stared at her cunt completely unabashedly and provocatively clearly. I want to fuck you, his look betrayed, and the mother ducked down, putting her hand protectively on her cunt. He picked up Inga in the bathroom and threw her on the big bed next to his naked mother. Inga fled to her mother, who hugged her protectively, but he humped Inga from behind, spreading her buttocks with both hands and penetrating Inga's vagina. He held onto his mother, her breasts and her thighs.

He slipped off, slid out of Inga and when he penetrated again, he immediately realized it wasn't Inga's vagina and fucked away as fast as he could. The mother instantly gave a half strangled scream. He knew immediately that the power struggle had to be decided now and thrust his erect cock wildly into her vagina. Inga, lying across her breasts, obstructed her. She scowled at him and pushed the girl on top of him so that his cock slid out. He struggled, clasping her large, full breast with one hand and grabbing her hip with the other, then rammed his cock wildly into her vagina again. She was torn by her different feelings and desires, her upper half protesting shriekily and pushing the girl against him, her lower half exulting and her thighs opening as wide as she could. She pushed him back screeching loudly, he thrust wildly into her vagina with a scream. This wild, screeching‐screaming fucking evolved into an increasingly silent ballet, she pushed his cock out of her vagina and he thrust into her again. Soon they both fell silent, she thrusting back, he thrusting in. They both gasped with exertion, the struggle had been going on for a long time. He felt the typical stiffening before he squirted, after a few moments he squirted every time he entered her vagina. Although she had stopped pushing him back, each time he pulled his cock out and rammed it into her vagina again, squirting with each thrust. She howled and paused in the struggle, tearing her eyes open and whimpering like a little child all the while she was now being fucked to completion. He felt very clearly how Inga pressed her vagina from above on his cock to join in as well. He felt like fucking both of them and fucked like crazy until he felt the hot approach of his orgasm and squirted very hard. The mother seemed to want to stop the squirting and growled viciously, clenching her vaginal muscles tightly. He kept squirting anyway until he had thrust enough. He was glad that his erection still held after squirting and pushed his cock deep inside her. Inga was lying on her mother's breasts, legs spread, rubbing her vagina excitedly against her hip.

Fred paused and looked at his mother. He was not clear what she wanted, but one thing he knew was that he wanted it. Determined, he pushed Inga aside, but the mother clutched Inga like a teddy bear and pressed her protectively to her chest. Fred now had a clear view of the mother's cunt, pushed her legs apart again with his knees, and quickly penetrated her, though she protested weakly. He looked triumphantly into her eyes and began to fuck vigorously. Her gaze became unsteady and she tried again to use Inga as a buffer, but he wouldn't allow it anymore and pushed Inga aside, placing her small hand on her mother's clit. Inga immediately began to masturbate the mother's clit. The mother closed her eyes and hid her face against Inga's shoulder to avoid looking him in the eye, but she no longer resisted his shameful actions.

He continued fucking with persistence, meeting her plaintive gaze with triumph and pride. She shook all over as Inga brought her to orgasm, gasping and panting as it took him a very long time to squirt. "No! Don't!" she breathed in unison as he spurted a thick jet, spurted and spurted in jets, spurted and spurted in jets. She tried to hide her lust and looked at him sternly and painfully, as if to make him feel that he was committing a monstrous sacrilege. He paid no attention to her mild–punishing looks, nor to her whispered protests. She apparently liked it, that alone counted. And that he had prevailed. Inga excited her mother's clit with her fingers, he heard her moan pleasantly. Her protest was only very quiet when he penetrated her again. She was fucked wonderfully by both of them. She gasped and moaned in restrained complaint as her body began to shake again. Her eyes went wide from her sockets as Inga made her orgasming again. Afterwards, she lay there exhausted, letting it all passively and uninvolvedly wash over her. He just kept fucking her after her orgasm, for a long time, until he felt that he was about to squirt. She looked at him abruptly, startled, when she felt his sudden stiffening. "No! Don't!"

Feeling her wonderfully soft, wet vagina with every fiber, he looked triumphantly into her eyes as he exploded, his thick, hot jet shooting into her vagina. He squirted jet after jet into it, not listening to her half‐hearted whispered "No! Don't!" She lowered her eyes in shame and bit her lips as he squirted, as he continued to pump for minutes, even when he was quite finished. Inga had been watching the whole thing with fearfully widened eyes, so he gave her a little pat on the butt and smiled at her until she smiled liberatedly too, because that's how he always did it when she did something well. He stood up and strutted out with his cock bobbing, not looking at his mother. Finally, finally he had fucked her properly!

The following day she avoided all eye contact.

Then came the days when the mother came into the bathroom after his fucking with Inga, totally naked of course, and washed Inga clean. Presumably, Inga was not supposed to mess up the sheet on which the two women slept with Fred's semen. As she leaned forward to wash Inga, Fred could clearly see her bulging labia under her thrust‐out butt. He leaned against her butt from behind and watched over her shoulder as she washed Inga's pussy and vagina with gentle motions. He was eager to try anal sex. He grabbed her butt cheeks, pulled them apart and very slowly and carefully penetrated her asshole as deep as he could and fucked her very slowly. Apparently she liked it, he could tell by her breathing. It was nowhere near as arousing as vaginal fucking. He felt his hot rising horniness before squirting and pressed his cock very deep between her buttocks, which she moved rhythmically while washing. He stood completely motionless, leaving her to rub his cock with her buttocks and soon he was pouring comfortably into her ass, his cock sliding off and plunging deep between her bulges into her vagina. She squeezed her butt cheeks rhythmically as long as he squirted and then pretended to be annoyed and cleaned herself off.

The next day, at the same time. Fred stood behind her stretched ass again, carefully steering his hard‐on between her ass cheeks with one hand until the glans was stuck between her labia. But she seemed to ignore it, because when he looked over her shoulder, he saw her teasing Inga's vagina with her fingers and masturbating the little girl. He put his hands on her butt and widened her butt cheeks, she slowly thrust backwards until his cock was all the way inside her vagina. He stood stock‐still without fucking, clawing at her buttocks and moving them back and forth, virtually masturbating with her vagina. His thumb strayed into her butt hole, but he didn't notice. She, however, immediately pressed her ass against his thumb and pushed vehemently back and forth until he squirted very deep inside her. When she was done with Inga, she looked at him as if she were angry and wordlessly wiped his semen away.

This became the latest game, which they all seemed to enjoy and repeated more or less consistently every day. Inga masturbated engrossed in herself, the mother had deliberately stuck her butt out wide, thick labia bulging under her butt hole, he placed his glans between her labia. The mother let go of Inga and supported herself with both arms on the edge of the bathtub, Fred pushed himself further into her, the glans sliding gently into the vagina. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and spread them as far as they would go, widening her vaginal entrance as well. With both thumbs he pushed the thickly swollen labia apart and pushed his cock deep inside. Again he moved her buttocks with both hands and fucked with few, careful movements. He squirted the last of the juice he had left into her vagina as she wiggled her butt cheeks rhythmically. Fred didn't mind her overly bitter look, she washed herself without a word and then they went to sleep. She scowled, for he had not lasted long enough.

At about this time he also woke up every morning and watched, quite openly and not hiding, how the mother masturbated Inga, the little one orgasmed one after the other. In the evening, at the new game, she was already standing wide‐legged, deliberately presenting labia and vagina. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and spread them as far as they would go and widened her vaginal entrance with his thumbs, then he stuck his cock even deeper into her vagina and fucked her very slowly and gently, squirting a bit of semen at the end. She let it pass silently, she was fully occupied with Inga and did not interrupt him. Fred thought he noticed that she orgasmed a tiny bit while being fucked, but he wasn't sure. She looked at him in an exaggeratedly angry and reproachful way while she was cleaning herself, because again he had cum way too early.

Fred pulled one of her mother's feet to the side the other day as she washed Inga, wider and wider, and her ass and labia widened as he pulled them apart with his thumbs. He bent down and saw her wide open vagina and beautiful dark red clit. Carefully he slid his cock into her vagina and held onto her hips as he fucked. Now it was clear, she was orgasming and while orgasming she remained motionless and neglected poor Inga. He paused in fucking and felt her orgasm with his cock, her legs shaking violently. After she orgasmed, he kept fucking vigorously, watching her ass and the hole in her butt contracting as he fucked her to his rhythm. He was able to fuck for quite a long time this time, keeping his eyes on the movements of her round butt and butt hole. He couldn't resist and stroked her round buttocks and teased her butt hole with one finger. She seemed to like this very much and he teased the hole continuously. He heard her gasp and moan until she paused in the wash and orgasmed trembling, he squirted the last drops of semen into her orgasming vagina. When she was finally done with Inga, the mother didn't look at him nastily, but blushed from her cheeks to her breasts before she cleaned herself and looked over at him unexpectedly shy and full of shame. This time he had held out well and let her orgasm.

With this game their last week passed. He saved masturbating and Inga–s fucking during the day so that he would still have enough semen to fuck twice in the evening. When he penetrated her from behind, she let go of Inga and supported herself with her arms in the tub. He could always tell by the trembling of her legs when she was about to orgasm. He explored her butthole carefully because it was very sensitive. When he put a finger in it during fucking and humped there a little, she got such violent orgasms that her restrained gasps turned into loud, plaintive moans and the trembling of her legs shook her whole body. He needed a few minutes break, she washed Inga again. Then he put his hands on her hips, she instantly bent forward and stuck out her ass. He fucked her this time so that he didn't make her orgasm before he felt his own climax coming. He thrust a finger into her butt hole, fucking her very hard with that finger and feeling her tremble, she gasped and moaned, her legs shaking. Now he thrust firmly into her vagina, allowing him to squirt in the middle of her orgasm. When he pulled out his flaccid cock, she straightened up, dried Inga and pretended that nothing had happened, but did not look at him. She was satisfied, for she had had prim orgasms after he had discovered the miraculous enhancement of finger‐fucking her asshole.

On Saturday, Inga's parents came to pick her up. The father, his mother's brother, immediately took care of the little girl, they cuddled and hugged and he had to keep talking about the vacation and Greece. The mother and her sister‐in‐law drank coffee and whispered softly so Fred wouldn't overhear. Just stupid that Fred had ears like a bat.

Yes, his mother reported, Inga often masturbated as expected, but it posed no problem at all. Fred was grateful that she didn't tell on him, that she didn't say a word about him fucking Inga. As the conversation continued, the sister‐in‐law reported that the Greek vacation had done them good, they were making love again. Fred further learned that his uncle, who was not Inga's biological father, had a cordial sexual relationship with Inga, after all, she masturbated at every opportunity and he had also taught her the handjob. And of course they fucked to their hearts' content whenever they felt like it. And no, said the sister‐in‐law quietly, she was almost always present, she felt no jealousy and the two were very happy with fucking. And if he had overindulged with Inga and couldn't get it for her, well, a woman knew how to get satisfaction. Both women looked at each other and nodded knowingly. When the sister‐in‐law asked how Inga and Fred were getting on, the mother said only the best, then remarked with a meaningful smile that he was old enough and now knew how the girls did it.

When they were alone again, he said, he was going into the bathroom and slowly undressed. He left the door to their bedroom open and sat on the edge of the tub. He stroked his hard‐on and waited patiently. His mother had undressed and quickly slipped into bed under the covers. They watched each other, for minutes. Her eyes were fixed on his cock and his stroking. He stroked his hard‐on and watched as her eyes betrayed the rapidly rising horniness. She sighed deeply, and the contours of the blanket revealed that she was spreading her legs slightly, one hand slowly creeping to her center like the serpent in paradise. The gentle movements of her fingers did her so much good, she closed her eyes and stroked herself.

Fred still waited for her hand to quicken before he silently crept to the foot of her bed. Carefully, he pulled the covers away, letting them slide carelessly to the floor, and regarded her. She stroked and twirled her clit very quickly, endlessly, speeding up. She orgasmed softly and with restrained pumping, after a few seconds she continued, masturbating the still stiff dark red clit and teasing her vagina with the other hand, fucking herself with a finger. Just before orgasming, she noticed him. She sat up with her head flushed and ashamedly sought the protection of the blanket, covering her breasts with one hand and her pubic with the other. Fred had knelt on the bed and grasped the hand on her pubic. No, please, Fred, we can't do this!, she whispered, trying to shake off his hand. He looked into her eyes for a moment and murmured firmly, we'll do it, now! and moved closer to her, grabbing her shoulders and gently leaning her back. No, please don't, she repeated several times, but her body reacted completely the opposite way. He kissed her on the neck, on her breasts, and let his fingers slide to her pubic area. He kissed her big, heavy breasts and licked the nipples, pulling on the teats very gently and tenderly.

Fred heard her quivering sigh and knew he had won. Her own groundwork had aroused her and she was still heated and horny from the previous masturbating. Licking her nipples opened the path of his fingers to her clit after she had opened her thighs unresistingly and willingly with many anxious sighs. Touching her labia and clit, he considered in a flash whether to proceed firmly as he had done with Inga or softly as he had just seen her do. He started slowly and delicately and noticed that after seconds the clit swelled and became hard. He kept going, minute after minute stroking her clit and letting his fingers wander around it as well. She began to gasp and thrust her clit against his fingers, orgasming almost instantly with a loud, plaintive moan. He let her go and watched her intently, her orgasms, her gasps and moans, the heaving breasts and pumping of her abdomen, the contractions of her vagina and clit. She had one hand pressed to her mouth and was looking at him with eyes that sparkled with stars.

"So beautiful," she whispered, "no one has ever made it so beautiful for me!" and bit her lips for betraying herself. He knew it, she knew it. He kissed her neck, her breasts, and then her lips. Tell me about it later, he murmured.

Fred straightened up, bent over her, and his cock pointed at her womb. "No," she whispered, "don't! We mustn't, son and mother, we mustn't!" He kissed her breasts, her nipples and murmured, "when washing Inga we had already done it! And before that, with Inga, in your bed!" The mother became quieter and quieter and said, that was something else, with Inga's washing she didn't even notice it at first and later she was so busy masturbating Inga, under the spell of Inga's arousal and so terribly horny herself, that she let it happen. He had shamelessly exploited her defenseless vulnerability, that had not been real fucking at all. And that was only once, but Fred corrected her, "no, twelve times!" He reminded her that on the last few days she had been hanging almost upside down over the edge of the tub, willingly offering her ass and vagina wide open for him to penetrate deeply. This was real fucking, with lots of orgasms! She fell silent and her whispers died away as Fred began to stimulate her labia and clit again. She closed her eyes and sighed, he was right after all, she had already given herself to him, day after day, willingly, willingly and hornily. She had really enjoyed the fucking and loved the orgasms, she had purposely only let him take her from behind, she had always leaned forward towards Inga, because if she didn't see it, it wasn't happening! She had just not wanted to admit it and had convinced herself that it had only happened once, and that too completely surprisingly and quasi unintentionally. She knew that he was right and not her inner voice that whispered, "a mother does not do it to the son!" Fuck the inner voice, she gradually gave up her protest and resistance and let Fred do it.

Fred took his time and hers. Without haste, he pushed her erect legs apart, then spread her labia and vaginal entrance with his fingers. She put her arm over her eyes – when she wasn't looking, it wasn't happening – and drew in a deep breath as his cock entered her vagina. He hugged her and put his head between her breasts and fucked her, for a very long time. To his delight, her arousal rose quickly, and sìe orgasmed twice before he squirted. He was exhausted and left his cock inside her until he went completely limp. She stroked his head and when he looked at her, he sensed she was happy. They stayed in bed from Saturday afternoon until Monday morning, fucking as often as he could. During some breaks, he gently stroked her and masturbated her, which she enjoyed very much. He was thrilled at how easy she found vaginal and clitoral orgasms.

He came back to the fact that she had said that she had never been masturbated so beautifully before. Tell me about it, tell me everything! he said demandingly, in a tone that brooked no argument. He put his head on her breast and said, go on, tell me! She stroked his head, which she very rarely did, cleared her throat and began.

A man has never touched me like this ..... After a pause, only women. Fred waited patiently and stroked his three‐quarter stiffy, then she told how it sometimes came to that with her girlfriends (she avoided the word masturbate). Yes, some of the ladies' circle. Go on, he said, go on! Fred sometimes knew who she meant, others he didn't know at all. Mostly, though, the stories were similar, the girls or women masturbating each other or doing it themselves in front of each other. But there were also frequent situations where mutual desire led to kissing and cuddling, but no further. Yes, there were at least 6 or 7, only in some exceptional cases there was a repetition. And none had done it to her as well as he had, none! and she kissed his hair, the top of his head, which she did very, very rarely.

Once, she told, she had met a girl, about twenty. An absolute klutz, who could not caress her with her hand ..... and was very clumsy. It was not difficult for her to stimulate the girl to several orgasms. The girl then went to the closet with a red face and got a vibrator. After that, she must have satisfied herself a dozen times with the buzzing thing. And? he asked, but she had never used such a thing and the girl had also asked her, but it disgusted her, the vibrator was dirty with vaginal mucus all over. He asked and she had to describe everything to him in detail. The mother observed that Fred's cock stiffened more and more while she described this episode in detail.

Fortan they lived happily and in sexual harmony. She watched their cycle closely, and when it was ready‐to‐conceive days or their periods came, they had to explore new avenues. Handjobs, it soon became clear, she was not good at. She lacked strength in her wrists and fingers, finding the right rhythm was difficult. Fred bought lube and she was very afraid of it at first, but he had gotten a lot of good tips from his buddies and they did anal, considerately and carefully. In time she liked it a lot because she was on all fours, doggystyle and could masturbate her clit without him seeing it, but of course he noticed, always. She was still much too inhibited at that time to do it openly in front of him, to let him watch.

She also learned to do it to him with her mouth. "Go," he said, "go, you can do it, I remember!" She looked at him in amazement and said she didn't think he could remember that. She bit her lips, for she had betrayed herself once again. He knew it, she knew it. And now she had to confess everything to him in detail.

Fred was a quiet, happy infant, he never cried but formed "aaa" and "uuu" sounds when he needed something. After bath time, he played squeaky‐clean with his little cock and laughed sweetly when she stroked his little cock with a finger and it stiffened. One day, out of some indefinable impulse, she took the stiff little cock into her mouth, and Fred whooped when she pulled back the foreskin and gently licked the little glans with her lips and tongue. But as he grew older, she stopped doing that.

Fred laughed, brought his laptop, and she saw women licking cock for the first time. She tried it right away, she wanted to learn everything he liked. But he noticed that nothing came of it. He grabbed her head left and right and thrust into her mouth fucking. She looked up at him and realized he was going to have to squirt soon, she wanted to get free but he held her and fucked even faster. He squirted deep in her throat and didn't let go, kept fucking slowly while she gurgled and gagged swallowing the semen. Then he said that was the way to do it, and from then on they almost always did it before anal intercourse, which was, after all, the only alternative so far during her period and the days when she was ready to conceive. This had two great advantages.

First, this was the first orgasm of the day, because he loved to squirt his semen into her mouth in hot, full jets, the first time his ejaculation was very productive, and she swallowed and swallowed his semen more devotedly and devotedly from day to day. Soon she learned not to gag, but simply let the hot juice trickle down her throat, swallowing only when he had finished spurting. It became something she soon enjoyed doing.

Second, she became inconspicuously aroused while he fucked her mouth. Later it became real masturbation, she quite soon lost her natural shyness and masturbated and orgasmed while he fucked her in the mouth, squirted and she drank his juice. Now she also masturbated during his breaks and let him watch as often as he wanted, although she still blushed deeply with shame and looked at him shyly.

Often they lay quietly next to each other afterwards, and so good conversations ensued. Her father was completely disappointed in her and sent her away, not allowing her to return, she never saw her parents again. She confessed to Fred that during her pregnancy she picked up guys almost every day and got laid as often as she could. She bashfully admitted that she took money then, since she was completely on her own with her pregnancy, but she never felt like a whore.

Well, the nuns ran a maternity ward for the poor. Because of overcrowding and because she agreed, she was billeted with a novice. Of course it was strange, but the whole convent seemed to be trapped in the deepest Middle Ages. She and the girl – perhaps two–three years younger than her – had only one bed and shared a pillow and blanket, lying close together in the dimly lit cell from outside. The girl slept completely naked, ecstatically caressing her baby bump, which was not very fat.

While caressing her, the girl took off her panties completely and caressed the baby bump and her pubic area. In short, the girl seduced and masturbated her immediately and she orgasmed in wonder without being fucked. The girl masturbated herself and murmured to touch her and she felt her fingers masturbating the wet pussy. She touched the girl quite curiously, because she had never touched a girl before and explored her labia, vagina and hymen. The girl took her finger and guided it to her clit, showed how it looked and she was allowed to leave her finger on the clit while the girl masturbated and orgasmed. The girl showed her how to make her clit stiff and how to make herself orgasm with a quick trill. Night after night she explored the girl's sex, and after a few days she was able to masturbate the novice halfway well.

This one masturbated in the evening often in a row and most of the time still in the morning, quickly before the levate. She did not do it herself at that time, but left herself to the expert fingers of the girl who loved it more than anything. They sinned a thousand times, every evening and sometimes in the morning, in all secrecy. After the birth she did not want it for a few days, she had lost a lot of strength and the nightly suckling of her beloved little Alfred robbed her of sleep and desire. However, the novice did not let it go and masturbated until madness. After the days‐long break, she let the girl masturbate her willingly and inwardly exulting from climax to climax.

All at once, the girl let her tongue dance over her breasts and nipples, working its way down, to her belly, and then – oh my God! – she felt the tongue on her pubic, then in her cunt. Before she could react in any way she felt it rise hotly in her loins. The tongue danced in her inner sanctum, making her tremble in the storm of feelings and greed, she pushed her abdomen forward, pressed her clit against the tongue and orgasmed within seconds. The girl stayed with her tongue directly on her clit and made her orgasm one after another. She tried it out on the girl right away, although at first she was disgusted to stick her tongue in her vagina, but she quickly found the hymen and tickled it with the tip of her tongue, because the girl loved it. She quickly learned to find the clit with her tongue and let the girl orgasm just as she did, one after another, until she had enough. They spent a hot, exhausting time full of orgasms and suckling little Fred.

About four months later, the girl was suddenly no longer there, the nun only said dryly that she had had to leave. The house gossip knew that the novice had sneaked away from the lunch table and had been caught "doing it" in the room by two nuns of the Convent, the sinners–patrol (hihihi). One day she left the nuns and did not turn around. She went to clean for wealthier people during the day and was able to more or less feed them both. Of course she had to earn extra, the landlords secretly gave her five hundred, some even a thousand, and she gave them her youthful body and orgasms in return. She picked up the money and was able to quickly pay off her debts to the nanny and the landlord, and the rest she saved for later.

When Fred was about 9 or 10, she stopped cleaning and being "the cleaning girl who liked to fuck and was given money for it" to be there for him completely and to study with him.

Later, as Fred got older, so two–three times a year usually after the ladies circle, she roamed the bars to find someone for a quick, hasty fuck in the car or on a filthy toilet. But now, "now", that was finally the end of it.

In these quiet hours and many more, he asked that she tell him again the wild night in which she had conceived him. She smiled mildly, for this seemed to concern him greatly.

She was 16, totally inexperienced and unenlightened. She knew nothing about masturbating or how to fuck, she was really still a young girl and what she knew were some guys who wanted to kiss and cuddle and proudly showed off their hard‐ons. She didn't let them touch her nor did she touch their dicks. Most of the guys were masturbating and she watched curiously as they masturbated and squirted. Everyone did it similarly, but no two dicks looked the same, they masturbated the same with small differences and everyone squirted differently, some squirted three meters away, others just let the thick semen ooze out in bursts.

On said summer evening, she went with a girlfriend to a tent party, where they quickly lost sight of each other. A funny, buzzed round of guys, all so about twenty years old, piloted the pretty girl in dirndl to their table, there was drunk, danced, laughed, told sharp jokes and hefty piggish stories. She had to make friends with everyone, booze and beer made her as drunk as a beach howitzer in no time. Some boys escorted her out, behind the tent, to get some fresh air. Outside in the grass scattered couples who were just fucking unabashedly.

Suddenly she was also lying in the grass, one of the guys kissed her with his tongue deep in her throat and she laughed when he reached under her skirt and got to work on her panties. "Please, don't break it, it's not mine," she said and took the panties off herself, the blurry looking couples all around were fucking half naked after all. The boy unbuttoned his pants and flipped up her skirt, then penetrated her without her feeling that her hymen was tearing, that still amazed her today.

The fucking was very pleasant, she experienced almost immediately her first beautiful orgasm, which was to be followed by very many more that night. The fellow squirted soon and she didn't get that already the next one was sitting ready and about to lay on her. No one cock felt like another, this one gave her several orgasms before spurting hotly into her vagina. Apparently the first one had taken the others out of the tent, she and the lover were soon surrounded, she saw a lot of stiffs or semi‐stiffs that still needed rubbing. They all got their turn, she looked forward to the next orgasms and let them all do it with blissful smiles. Some probably two or more times, she just didn't know.

It was morning sometime, at dusk her intoxication faded and with the last fucks she felt her back aching and her abdomen aching under the heavy weight as well. The last one, a small lanky fellow, asked her if he could do it again because he was horny again and she nodded, despite her tiredness. The guy knew his stuff and fucked her very long and persistently, so that she flew from orgasm to orgasm, as if she was not dead tired. He squirted hot and hard, then they sat side by side and he offered her a cigarette, her first. She coughed and spat, but puffed bravely to the end.

He helped her stand up, she spotted a really big semen spot in the grass, where her ass had been. She grabbed her panties, but didn't put them on out of shame in front of him, and he accompanied her almost all the way to the farm where she was vacationing with her parents. She was able to take a long, thorough shower and wash her sore vagina before going down to breakfast.

Fred always had to laugh when she got to the part about not putting on her panties in front of him out of shame — they had just fucked each other after all!

When she told Fred her story with the novice, he dove down and started licking her pubic. The mother smelled so good, she smelled like ice cream and vanilla. He licked her around the clit and noticed her clit getting bigger and stiff, he enveloped the clit with his mouth and licked it, tenderly and without pause. She orgasmed and he kept her clit in his mouth, and when she calmed down he kept licking her, orgasm after orgasm. She liked it a lot, but she rarely asked for it, letting him have it when he wanted it.

Fred got his way. He didn't want to go into an apprenticeship at 15, he wanted the College. He didn't want to work right after graduating from high school, he wanted to study. He got the job as a corpse washer and night watchman and financed his medical studies. Although it wasn't essential, he sent his mother to work because she was alone during the day and drank too much. He put away the bottles and got her to stop drinking. Their sex life was unspectacular and harmonious. Fred met some girls while studying, but it did not go well, because the girls did not want his demanding, over‐strong sexuality and his absolute will to make the girls submissive. After one–two nights, where he also often brutally fucked the girls, it was over. Fred never felt lovesick, he always told his mother everything in great detail and she was happy that he was with her again. She let him fuck as often as he needed and as she needed.

Fred's studies faltered somewhat when he developed a special hobby. He often left his books and began photographing the private parts of the dead, male and female, created orderly directories on his laptop and had hundreds of pictures. Of course he also touched the genitals and examined them, no, he found it really horny. An unholy curiosity forced him to look at them, big and small cocks, circumcised and uncircumcised, small and big breasts, old and young, tight vaginas and wide ones, small and big labia, clits in all sizes and shapes.

Once he was quite sure he was undisturbed, he locked the doors and climbed up on the dissection table, on top of the young dead woman, and caressed the cold, naked body. She was in her late twenties and had committed suicide, with poison. She was still an impressive beauty, with nice firm breasts, clean‐shaven pubis, and a very tight, fleshy vagina. Her clit and the skin around it were pale red and chafed, and he suspected she was a habitual onanist. He stroked the cold body for a long time, then spread her labia and vagina with his fingers and fucked her, even though she was ice cold. It was forbidden, unnatural and difficult, yet somehow very horny. He never told his mother, it would have ruined everything. Although he was very ashamed, of course it happened after that often. Of course, he had to wait until the coroner's inquest was over and be extremely careful so that no suspicion could ever arise. Although almost all of them went to the crematorium afterwards, he carefully cleaned the vaginas of his semen. He was not only careful, but also selective. They could not be too old, could not be mutilated accident victims, and could be reasonably pretty. Very many there were not with these requirements, but the urge awoke only when a candidate was delivered.

There was the young apprentice baker, a girl of 16. She had fallen from the ladder and broken her neck. He especially liked her beautiful, firm breasts, which were clearly different from other breasts. In no one else did he see breasts so firm and erect. She was no longer a virgin and he imagined, after a thorough examination, that she had started fucking very early. She was one of the few he fucked twice.

Or the young bank employee who was accused of embezzlement and fired. She had put an end to her life with sleeping pills and left a very sad, desperate suicide note, a copy of which he read three times. She was already 37 years old, but still a virgin, and she had a very large, beautifully shaped clit, which he fingered and looked at hornily for a very long time. That was also the reason that he fucked her twice. The first time he felt the resistance of her hymen and had to thrust several times until it finally tore.

One day a young girl was delivered, a 13–year old pretty child who was really lovely to look at. It had fallen over in broad daylight at school, sudden cardiac death. The coroner, his old professor, released her after two days. Fred stayed just that night and it was all set. He laid her on the dissection table and stroked his hand over her naked, ice‐cold body. She was beautiful, with childish–small breasts and no pubic hair. He examined her abdomen, it was still all childlike and small, tiny labia and a tiny, apparently little used clit. He became sad, for that beautiful, tiny little clit had probably never orgasmed in rapture. Somehow, he felt deep in his heart, he loved her and felt deep sorrow for her death.

He mounted her very cautiously and guided his thick hard‐on laboriously, becoming more and more greedy, into her small ice‐cold vagina, feeling quite clearly the soft resistance of her hymen. He pushed forward inexorably and felt the hymen tear and he squirted immediately. He cleaned her very conscientiously and then sat next to her for another hour, his hand on her pubic, grieving.

When the child was taken away in the morning by the crematorium workers and the bill was signed, he immediately retired to his small office, sat down with his books and wept. He could not remember if he had ever cried before in his life. He went home and told his mother that he had to surrender a beautiful young child to the flames, then lay down on the bed dressed and wept bitterly. She sat down beside him and stroked his head until he fell asleep.

From that day on he changed everything, with his own brutality he enforced his resolutions. No more photos, no more private parts, no more clandestine fucking. The dead remained untouched in their cooler compartments, he studied through the night, leaving his books only to have a quick smoke outside the back door. He persevered ironclad, his grades improving from exam to exam, catching up with his fellow students and easily overtaking them.

Days before his graduation, he dragged his reluctant mother to the best dress store and bought her the most beautiful dress she liked, on the day of graduation to the hairdresser, manicurist and makeup artist. His mother was the most beautiful at the party and many a person present turned his head to look at her. Afterwards, they dined in the first restaurant in town, and in the evening they happily fell into each other's arms and made love until morning.

You have made me the happiest wife and proudest mother, she whispered, before they fell asleep exhausted.

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