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It was a night like no other at the seedy backroom of a German sex club in the grimy underbelly of Berlin. Raucous laughter and crude jokes permeated the smoky air as a motley crew of middle-aged German men gathered around for the main event of the night – a debauched bukkake session with the resident mature Clown, Oma Gerhard. The men, mostly blue-collar workers and aging sods, couldn’t contain their excitement as the buxom granny made her grand entrance on the impromptu stage.
Oma stood there, 55 going on 35, her sagging breasts and wrinkled skin a stark contrast to her youthful, mischievous eyes. She wore a slutty French maid outfit that barely contained her voluptuous figure, her giant silicone tits straining against the flimsy fabric. Winking at her eager audience, she gave her huge fake boobs a squeeze for good measure, eliciting whistles and cheers from the drooling men.
“What have we here, boys?” Oma purred in her husky German accent, playful patting her privately-parted cunt. “Some hungry cocks ready to feast on my mature pussy?”
Fisting her crinkled asshole shamelessly, she spread her legs and stuck out her enormous tongue as if to invite some much-needed cock slobber. The crowd went wild, many already unzipping their stained overalls to whip out their throbbing European cocks. Oma licked her lips in anticipation, her strong German womb clenching expectantly.
But first, the men wanted a show – and Oma was more than happy to oblige. Skipping past the small talk, she dropped to her knees and wrapped that thick tongue around the first cock presented to her. Up and down and around she went, slurping and drooling like a pro, training her throat to accommodate the girthy German meat. The men cheered her on, many stroking their own dicks in time with her bobbing head.
After thoroughly deep throating several cocks (the first of her three throat sessions this night), Oma was ready for the main event – cocks AND fists shoved deep down her mature throat. Lying back on the stage, she welcomed a cock into her open mouth, wrapping her luscious lips around the head while tilting her head back. Then, something miraculous happened as the night’s fisting champ slid his fist up Oma’s throat. It disappeared entirely, her face and neck bulging obscenely around his wrist as his fist went deeper and deeper down her willing esophagus.
Oma’s eyes rolled back in exquisite pleasure, drool and saliva pouring from her nose as her throat was stretched beyond comprehension. She gurgled and glugged around the fist, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the enormous intrusion. Coughs and gags punctuated her debauched display, bubbles of froth and phlegm forming at the corners of her quivering mouth.
The knuckles disappeared, followed by the fist and then the hand, as the fisting champ worked his entire arm down Oma’s heroic throat. Her stomach bulged as it took the shape of his huge fist, her ribs distending and the flesh of her belly rippling with each excruciating movement. Low groans and churning belches emanated from her distended tummy as he worked himself ever deeper, her torso heaving with the effort.
Finally, his dripping fist (and part of his forearm) emerged from between her out-thrust thighs, leaving Oma’s tortured body still churning and laboring to retain his fist inside her impossibly stretched ninja cunt. Reaching down, she presented her gaping fuckhole to the appreciative crowd of men, juices gushing out and drenching the stage below. With a satisfied grunt, she took another cock in her mouth (the same one from before), satisfied that her holes were now both fully stretched and slobbered on.
The crew of assembled cocks and hands took turns at Oma, indulginghtar first throat, then hole, then anus (Yes, she took at least three angry dicks directly into her over-stretched colon. Don’t ask.) She survived it all, oohing and ahhing as she was ass-raped and throat-buttfucked for hours on end. Her body was ravaged and used like a hole-ridden Fleshlight, her womb and throat abused far beyond normal capacity.
By the end, she lay panting and twitching on the stage, gaping holes twitching, asshole open and fuck-slit drooling cock slime. The men, too spent to come, left Oma for dead on the stage, leaving her to clean up the cum and dick juices off the floor. She did so dutifully, licking and sucking each spent cock until they spurted last spurts down her distracted throat.
As dawn broke over bleak Berlin, Oma groaned and crawled to the door, holes stretched wider than any sane hole should be, flesh flapping and skin chafed raw. She was damned lucky, she rehearsed to herself, crawling out into the morning light.
This was why she did this – the rush of holes stretched far beyond normal limits, the ego boost of taking on all comers, the top-notch Dicks-to-body-wife rations. She was all woman, an icky boy’s dream – a proper fuck-puppet and hefty toy made to be broken.
This was the life of a true Buzeti Bukkake Oma – always ready, always able, always willing. And that’s just the way she liked it!
