Rose and the Little Philipp

Phil, little Philipp, had an exciting childhood. He always slept with his mother, the fat baroness, the world-famous author of saucy romance novels. As a child, he was allowed to sit between her thighs when she masturbated after her morning coffee. The boy was very fascinated by his mother's masturbation. Sometimes she took out the shiny silver dildo, a Mister Israeli from faraway England had had it made for her based on his big cock. He had fucked the Baroness for months until he became Prime Minister.

When Mom took out the dildo, the bare-breasted maid Rose joined her. Little Phil watched them, fascinated. She inserted the dildo penis very slowly into Mom's pussy hole, because Mom made noises of pain as she was impaled. She masturbated very quickly and Rose fucked her with the penis just as quickly and hard, relentlessly. The orgasm broke out after a few minutes and Rose continued to fuck her until Mom said, "It's good, Rose, it's good!" Again Mom moaned in pain when Rose gently pulled the fuck instrument out of her pussy hole. Rose licked it clean with pleasure, because Mom's slime tasted very good and she would have loved to lick Mom's pussyhole and clit, but that would be very improper.

Phil, the little guy, was allowed to push Mom's thighs apart with his little legs, because she masturbated every morning and every evening before going to sleep. Rose stood like a statue by the door, ready to hand her mistress a glass of wine or a wet washcloth. She blinked very discreetly, because a maid was not allowed to see her mistress masturbating.

Like all maids of that time, she had to wear her breasts open, even though she only had very small and flat breasts. Little Phil stood on tiptoe to twirl Rose's nipples and teats with his fingers. That made her horny, she had told the little boy, and he had not known what being horny meant. "Like the mistress when she wanted to masturbate, young master," she said to Phil. He twirled Rose's nipples to watch her eyes cloud over and she began to tremble with her lips slightly parted. Back then, he only knew Mom's violent, cramping orgasms and didn't compare it to when Rose tensed shivering up and pulled her stiff nipples away from him. After a few months, it had become too boring for him.

Almost every day a nobleman came for coffee after lunch and was allowed to fuck Mama really hard. She needed it desperately and loved it very much. Phil sat motionless and silent at the foot of the bed, just as silent as Rose, who stood ready for action next to the door and cleaned Mama's pussy with a clean, wet washcloth after he had squirted.

Many a baron or marquis would have liked to fuck the fine slim redhead Rose, but she sometimes evaded their grasp. The guys wanted to fuck the pretty redhead first and then after the fat mistress. The mistress's look forced Rose to allow it, so she gave in always. So of course they managed to penetrate the statue's pussy hole. She didn't bat an eyelid and opened her legs a bit, so it was over quicker.

No one needed to fuck for long, they all squirted very quickly. Rose was very easy to get going and often had at least a small orgasm. Only a few of them needed to fuck for long, and the squirts usually came very quickly. She curled up when he squirted inside.

Rose smiled conspiratorially at Phil and let the little boy look, as she willingly spread her pussy so that the gentleman could shiver and squirt his juicy load into her pussyhole under her skirt. Phil, the little boy, was always amazed at how easily the cocks slid into Rose's little pussy hole; Mom's cunthole was much, much bigger. He watched with delight as the cocks fucked quickly into Rose's pussy hole. She smiled slyly and conspiratorially as she trembled in a small orgasm and then let the gentleman squirt hard and juicy inside her. Looking and letting him look was their little secret for a very long time.

But the mistress looked at her very gratefully, because Rose was the one who got the first quick, juicy full load, she didn't like that at all. Rose never let herself be properly fucked, not for 20 years, and she did it to every master with her fist if the mistress specifically asked for it. For the lustful, horny maid, the every day getting squirted inside her wasn't real fucking; letting the little boy watch her getting fucked quickly, have short orgasms and letting the gentleman squirt inside her pussyhole was the real thing for her. But proper and real fucking, no, she never wanted that and the mistress accepted it.

Every time the distinguished guest buttoned up his trousers and left, Phil begged that he wanted to fuck Mama too. She shook her head firmly, "when you're bigger and can already squirt, then maybe!" They always spoke so formally, because that was the way it was supposed to be. "I don't know, Madame, whether I can squirt yet!" he said miserably. "Rose will rub you every day until you can squirt, won't you, Rose?" The slender red-haired maid nodded obediently, "Yes, gladly, Madame, just as you wish!"

Rose sat on the edge of the bed and masturbated Phil every day with her fist. Phil couldn't squirt for many months, but he twisted Rose's nipples very firmly with his fingers and quickly made the old girl tremble. He soon understood the trembling. It still took almost a year before Phil could finally squirt. Rose lifted her skirt a little and let him squirt deep on her inner thighs so that he didn't make any stains. She let him squirt higher and higher, finally right over her pussy. He laughed and wanted to squirt inside, but Mom didn't like it when Rose put his cock inside before squirting. "He's too young for that," she commented angrily, but she let him anyway. Phil was excited to squirt inside her warm pussy hole for the next months. Rose lay down on the bed and Phil stood between her thighs. Rose pushed his cock with her fingers halfway in, then she masturbated Phil. Her thighs trembled violently when she had an orgasm. And she had quite a few before she let him squirt inside. Mom was very dissatisfied. "Don't you know, foolish girl, how to masturbate a boy?" she scolded Rose. Rose nodded cheekily, "Of course, Madame, just the way the boy wants it. And the young master wants it just like that, this way!" Madame was silent and grumbled incomprehensibly. But Phil let himself be masturbated in this way three or four times a day, stroking Rose's smooth hairless pussy with great enthusiasm. He rubbed her labia minora until she shuddered and shivered in orgasm, that he had learned. He loved that she continued to masturbate him for a while while he was squirting inside. Mama watched the squirting inside with displeasure and waited a few months before she kept her vague promise.

"Rose, help the young gentleman the first time!" she ordered and Rose obeyed. With her long, cool fingers, Phil's cock was inserted into Mom's pussy, who had already been masturbating for a while. "Hold back the squirting, young master, until Madame has finished rubbing!" she admonished the 10-year-old boy. She held his cock back with her fingers and slowed him down. Madame reached the final spurt and Rose rubbed him hard as he squirted. She wiped the juice from Madame's pussy and Phil hugged his mother tightly. "Thank you, Mom, Madam! It was better than ever!" Mom smiled faintly. "You can fuck me as often as you want, my dear brave son!"

And so it happened. Phil soon found it no longer enough to fuck Mom just once a day. He fucked her half a dozen times until his cock finally had enough. Since Mom always masturbated while fucking, she also had plenty of orgasms. The high-ranking gentlemen who sometimes came to fuck at lunchtime were quite surprised when Phil mounted Mom right after them and fucked her like a berserker. Phil became a very good fucker and Mom invited barons or marquises less and less often for lunchtime fucking. Phil had been fucking her for a whole year now and he looked at Rose more and more lustfully. He had to have her! The rascal lifted Rose's skirt and called, "Madame, Rose has no pubic hair, she is as smooth and hairless as a little baby girl!" Rose put her hands over her face as the boy examined her pussy with his fingers. "And she only has a tiny little clit not even half a centimeter!" he exclaimed as Rose spread her legs a little, willing to let him examine it. "Mama, Madame, I must fuck Rose, absolutely!"

Rose twisted her face into a tearful one. "No, Madame, don't demand it! I haven't let myself be fucked in 20 years, since my father sold me as a maid when I was 17! I swore to myself, Madame!" She persisted for days, shaking her head and tears streaming down her cheeks. Madame asked how that could be, what was that with all the high lords!?

Rose continued to cry, "That wasn't a real fucking, Madame! I only let them squirt inside because you didn't like the first full load of juice, Madame! But that really wasn't real fucking! I only allowed that for your sake, Madame, you wanted it that way, didn't you!? We talked about it, Madame, and you always said how disgusted you were when he squirted his first full load inside, the disgusting guy. I said that it didn't bother me and that I was happy to let them squirt inside first so that he could fuck you and squirt inside you afterwards. I didn't care about letting them squirt the first hot load inside me!

I knew how much I loved you and how I could spare you a disgusting pain! — But that really wasn't real fucking, ever! I only let him do it for your sake, Madame, you wanted it that way, didn't you?" Madame nodded, that was true, but the mistress remained firm. "I always thought that it made you horny and happy, my love! I often saw how fine your orgasm was and how happily you let it squirt inside you! — But now, Philipp wants to fuck you, Rose, and he will fuck you!" Rose gave in only days later.

She knelt beside the bed, lifted up her black skirt and stuck out her little white asscheeks with a sigh of submission. She buried her face in Mama's melon-sized breasts, heavily crying. "Rose, dear Rose, I must fuck you absolutely!" Phil gasped, close to tears himself. Rose sobbed, "Yes, I know, young master! The mistress had ordered it, so I have to obey. And just squirt all in, I can't have children anyway." She stopped crying and buried her face in Mom's big breasts, smiling in advance.

Phil very carefully penetrated Rose's pussy hole from behind, something that Mom didn't like doing. But the important Marquis of Montreuil could only fuck her in the doggy position, and he came very often to fuck. Mom sighed resignedly and let the Marquis fuck her from behind. He was the only one, everyone else was only allowed to fuck her from behind in the second round, because that was the only way she could take his balls in her hand and squeeze them tightly when he squirted.

But Rose was glad not to have to look her young master in the face, because she was very embarrassed when she twisted her face in orgasm. But now, with her face hidden in Mom's breasts, she could let herself go. She felt a great satisfaction when Phil squirted inside for the first time. She stood up. "Thank you, young master!" and kissed the boy's hand.

It wasn't over then, it was just the beginning. Phil asked Mom if he could fuck Rose again and again. Surprised, she allowed him, but Rose wasn't allowed to lay in her bed. She had to kneel next to the bed, that was the only way a true gentleman fucked his maid, and of course only from behind, like dogs did. Phil nodded contentedly and fucked the kneeling Rose from behind day in, day out. Mom said she was glad he didn't fuck her so often anymore. Rose, with her naked, childlike pussy, was perfectly fitted for fucking. Rose thought so too, because she now really enjoyed being fucked by Phil.

Mom asked him where he was hanging out in the evenings!? He didn't answer for days. "Madame, I'm not doing anything wrong! I just sneak into Rose's room and look through the crack in the door because she masturbates really hard every evening!" Madame nodded graciously. "That's right, my son! And is that exciting?" Phil nodded and his face beamed. "Yes, Madame, it fascinates me very much! Rose spreads her legs wide apart and masturbates her clit devotedly, even though she has almost no clit. Then she turns off the light and immediately falls asleep." Madame smiled, that was her son's way. "She masturbates every night before she goes to sleep," she said gently, "Rose has been doing it every night since she was a child, she told me that herself." Phil nodded, he understood that very well and had to fuck Mom immediately because spying had made him so horny.

Rose tells

I never saw Dad fuck Mom. That was done by his youngest brother, Uncle Eric, who fucked Mom every evening until she was exhausted. I watched in fascination because at the time I thought that was the right thing to do the fucking. I was allowed to lie between Daddy's thighs and masturbate with my legs spread wide, that was right for me back then. When I was finished, Daddy rubbed his foreskin for a long time, spread my labia with his fingers and squirted inside through the big hole in my hymen. It tickled wonderfully and I asked him day in and day out when we would fuck like Mom and Uncle Eric. He always told me when I was bigger, and that was that. I put my face right in front of Mom's fuckhole because I was fascinated by how Uncle Eric's cock fucked her hole and squirted always into it. She got pregnant and I was even more fascinated by the fucking because she had a big round belly. Uncle Eric was my biological father, said Mom, she had only fucked Daddy once. That was on their wedding night, when Grandma lay with them according to old tradition. Grandma wasn't happy with his quick fucking and let her son-in-law fuck her three times in a row until midnight, only then was she satisfied. Grandma let him fuck her almost every night, because Mom liked Eric's fucking much better. The two of them moved away and we never saw them again.

So I stayed alone with Dad. I continued to masturbate between his thighs and he squirted through the hole in my hymen every night. I loved it because it tickled so nicely. I asked and asked until he gave in. When I turned 10, he took my virginity without hurting me. Maybe my hymen had softened from all the squirting inside or all my masturbating, I don't know, but I didn't even feel a little prick. He was a good man, he fucked me incessantly at first so that I learned to love fucking. He fucked me at least once a night and let me masturbate while he fucked me.

Unfortunately, alcohol was our enemy. Drunk, he dragged me naked out onto the street and fucked me publicly, in front of everyone. It was only embarrassing the first few times, I got used to standing with my face to the wall and supporting myself with my hands. He fucked me from behind and the people standing around cheered with excitement. He let all the young boys fuck me from behind for half a silver coin. There must have been hundreds who were allowed to fuck me from behind. The more coins he collected, the more my poor father drank.

When I was about 17, someone put a bug in his ear. He bought me a princess dress and went from noble master to noble master day after day. The gentlemen pulled up my skirt and most of them fucked me from behind for a gold coin. That year, too, I was fucked by many noblemen until your husband, Baroness, fell in love with my pussy. He paid father a lot of money and bought me. From then on, day after day, I knelt next to your bed, Madame, and let your husband mate with me from behind as often as he wanted. You got pregnant, I was allowed to put my face on your fragrant pussy, my lips were allowed to caress your pussy hole, but I was never allowed to lick your clit. Only caress the clit with my lips and bring you to orgasm, Madame! Your husband fucked me for almost a year, me kneeling next to the bed. Unfortunately, he moved to the New World and was killed in battle there. That was 20 years ago, and I haven't fucked since then, until you ordered me to give myself to your son.

Phil gave up his cover. He stood in Rose's room and waited until she had finished masturbating. Rose could feel how much he was getting turned on by watching her. After her orgasm, he lay down next to her and fucked her face to face. It was wonderful and it became their daily evening routine.

Phil fucked Rose several times a day, she was kneeling next to the bed. Her lips sought the clit of the Baroness, who was not a lesbian in the slightest and had no idea about it. Surprised, she allowed Rose to lick her clit to orgasm while Rose was being fucked by Phil. Rose was overjoyed, this was her destiny. The Baroness loved the new thing and told all her friends about it. They flocked in to let Rose lick them. Rose licked them all. And Phil fucked them all, too.

"My Lord pleases to fuck you, Madame," Rose said to the lady after the licking. Many cried and wanted to refuse, the young girls begged for their lives, they had never been fucked before. But Phil and Rose were a well-rehearsed team. They both loved to torture the girls and chaste married wives, making them wail and cry in despair. They would tear the girl's legs apart and rape her. Rose held the little one until Phil had fucked her so many times, that he had emptied all his juice.

Phil was very surprised at how many young married wives had never been fucked before and still had an intact hymen. He fucked them all ruthlessly, violently tearing their hymens apart and continuing to fuck them mercilessly.

They held down the desperately crying and moaning girls, Phil deflowered them with a quick jerk, fucked them so often until he had completely emptied his juice. He kissed his horny accomplice on the mouth, although that was very inappropriate. The Baroness grinned maliciously when Phil had once again fathered a bastard.

One hundred years had passed since the French Revolution, but there were hundreds of thousands of noblemen and noblewomen and this was the pasture, where Rose lived out her lesbian desires and Phil deflowered, fucked and impregnated girl after girl.

It was a princely, really horny life.

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