Jungschwanz fickt dicke deutsche Oma

“The Doctrinal Taboo”

The decrepit door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the musty scent of aged paper and dust. A young man, no older than nineteen, stood nervously in the doorway, his eyes darting around the room. He was dressed in a tight-fitting shirt that highlighted his lean, toned physique, and his crisp blue jeans hugged his hips in all the right places.

“Come in, dear,” a voice rasped from the far corner of the room. The young man followed the sound, his heart pounding in his chest. As he entered the light, he saw an elderly woman sitting in a high-backed armchair, her wrinkled face lit by the flickering candlelight.

She was a sight. Despite her age, the old woman – or rather, the “dickerschwanz” as she would soon reveal herself to be – had an undeniable allure. Her dress was cut low, exposing the deep cleavage of her ample bosom, and her ample rear stretched the fabric of her seat as she sat, her ample thighs rubbing together. She smiled at the young man, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ah, isn’t it just delicious when the youth come calling,” she purred, motioning for the young man to approach. “I am Frau Abstinent, mistress of this modest abode.”

The young man gulped, stepping closer. “I… I am here to learn, if you would have me, Faustina Abstinent.”

“Of course, my boy,” she replied, leaning forward to reveal even more of her ample cleavage. “I have much to teach you about the ways of lust and depravity.”

And so, the young man found himself tutored in the dark arts of sexual desire. Frau Abstinent led him to a plush chaise lounge and instructed him to undress. As he stripped, she watched hungrily, licking her lips at the sight of his firm, youthful flesh. When he was bare before her, she cooed her approval, her eyes feasting on his ample erection.

“Oh, what a delicious cock you have,” she crooned, reaching out to stroke him. “I must have a taste.”

She took him into her mouth, her wrinkled lips stretching obscenely around his ample girth. She sucked him with surprising vigor, her aged tongue swirling around his tip. The young man groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she deep-throated him repeatedly. When she finally pulled away, he was panting, his cock throbbing with need.

The lesson continued, with Frau Abstinent teaching the young man the art of “fickend dicke deutsche Oma”. She guided his hands to her ample breasts, instructing him on how to massage and caress them. When he kneeled between her wide-spread thighs, she showed him how to worship her ‘fotze’, guiding his tongue along her swollen folds.

“Oh, tongue my aching slit,” she gasped, grinding against his mouth. “Make an old sow like me cunt like a bitch in heat!”

The young man obeyed, his tongue delving deep into her, tasting her honeyed Walls. Frau Abstinent moaned loudly, her ample rear lifting off the chaise, pressing her engorged clitoris against his chin. She bucked and writhed, riding his mouth to ecstasy.

When she had climaxed, Frau Abstinent crawled off the chaise and onto the floor, her ample behind jutting up. “Now, dear boy,” she urged, looking over her shoulder. “Fuck me like the love-starved whore I am. Bumse mich!”

The young man needed no further encouragement. He mounted her from behind, his ample cock spreading her plump folds, sinking into her welcoming depths. He grabbed her ample hips, pulling her back against him as he hilted himself in her again and again.

“Ja, ja!” Frau Abstinent cried, her ample rear shaking with every thrust. “Fick deine dicke deutsche Oma! Fick mich hasta!”

The young man pistoned into her relentlessly, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Frau Abstinent howled with pleasure, her ample breasts swaying with each pounding thrust. She came again and again, her juices flowing over the young man’s cock, coating his balls.

Finally, the young man could take no more. With a roar, he buried himself in Frau Abstinent’s ample depths and let loose, flooding her womb with his potent seed. Frau Abstinent shuddered and quaked, milking him for every last drop, before they both collapsed in a sweaty heap.

“My boy,” Frau Abstinent said breathlessly, her ample breasts heaving. “You are a natural. You have fucked your way through the basics quite well indeed.”

The young man smiled, his exhausted cock still nestled within her. “I have learned much from you, Faustina Abstinent. I look forward to more lessons.”

“And I to teaching you,” she replied, nuzzling his neck. “Tomorrow, we shall delve into the more ‘titten bumsen’ – breast fucking, as you Northlanders call it. Now, rest well dear boy. Your einธรรมonderall (ampleness) is great, and there is much yet to come.”

With a tired smile, the young man closed his eyes, dreaming of the wicked delights that tomorrow would surely bring.