Florians Ende with Cougar

I was on all fours in that small side room they’d called “the men’s restroom for special guests.” My ass was burning like fire. A thick, hard cock had been ramming into me mercilessly for minutes, going all the way in every time, his heavy balls slapping against mine. In front of me, a second cock—I didn’t even know whose it was—was buried deep in my throat. I gagged, drooled, tears streaming down my cheeks. My own cock was rock hard, throbbing, burning with unbearable lust, but no one touched it. Not once.

Every thrust into my ass made my cock bob and drip. It hurt. It felt so damn good. I hated myself for it. Suddenly, the door flew open.

Svenja was standing there. Completely naked. Her whole body glistened with cum, sweat, and her own juices. Her pussy was red and open, her face a mask of rage and shock. “Florian?!” Her voice was shrill, way too loud. “Why are you… why are you naked?! What’s going on here?!”

In that moment, I saw it. I turned my head to the side, just a little bit—and realized whose cock was currently buried deep in my mouth. It was my own father’s. And behind me… behind me stood Svenja’s father, my father-in-law, continuing to ram into my ass as if nothing had happened. Svenja screamed even louder.

“There is no plan! There never was a plan, you damn liar! You’ve been passing me around like a hooker all day and at the same time letting your own father-in-law fuck you in the ass?! Never again! Never again will I let your little dick touch me!”

At that very moment, my father-in-law let out a deep groan. I felt his cock twitch inside me as he came deep inside my ass. Hot, thick cum shot into me, filling me up, already running out again, and dripping down my balls. And I came.

Without anyone touching my cock. My whole body convulsed, my cock twitched wildly and spurted in long, powerful fountains onto the floor. Pure humiliation and lust exploded inside me at the same time. Svenja’s face was nothing but pure rage. She stared at me as if I were the scum of the earth. Then she turned and ran away—naked, covered in cum, the door slamming behind her.

I wanted to go after her. Wanted to stop her, explain, somehow save her—but I couldn’t get up. Suddenly they were there. A whole horde of older female guests—aunts, cousins, my mother’s friends, all over fifty. They pounced on me like a pack of hungry she-wolves.

Hands grabbed me, pressed me onto my back. Someone sat on my face. An old, hairy, wet cunt pressed against my mouth.

I was lying on my back on the cold tile floor of the adjoining room, my arms held down by at least four older women, my legs spread wide apart. My cock was still rock-hard, throbbing painfully, the head dark red and dripping—but no one touched it. Not once. The first cunt lowered itself onto my face.

It was Aunt Helga, in her mid-sixties, my uncle’s wife. Her thighs were thick, heavy, and marked by many pregnancies—wide, silvery-white stretch marks ran like lightning across the pale, soft skin. The insides were already slightly sweaty and sticky. Between them hung an old, wrinkled cunt. The labia majora were long and flaccid, hanging down like two dark, wrinkled curtains, covered with gray, frizzy hair that clung damply to the flesh. The clit was small and hidden under a thick fold of skin. The entire slit glistened with moisture, but not fresh and clear—it was a heavy, creamy film of old juices, sweat, and the remnants of the day. The smell hit me first. Pungent. Musty. An intense, slightly sour musky smell of old sweat, urine, and decades of use. It smelled like a woman who hadn’t washed all day, like warm, mature skin, like the faint whiff of urine and the heavy, earthy-sweet scent of a cunt that had already given birth to many children.

Then she pressed herself against my mouth. The taste exploded on my tongue. Salty. Bitter. A little sour, almost like old cheese, mixed with the metallic taste of sweat and the slightly sweet, sticky film of her arousal. The large, wrinkled labia lay soft and wet over my lips and nose. I licked. I had to lick. My tongue ran through the deep folds, pushed the gray hair aside, and penetrated the warm, soft opening. It wasn’t tight. It was wide, yielding, stretched a thousand times over. I felt the rough, wrinkled inner walls, which contracted slightly with every stroke of my tongue. “Deeper, boy. Lick all that mess out,” she gasped, rubbing her cunt harder against my face. When she came, a warm, thin stream squirted into my mouth—not clear pussy juice, but a thick, slightly milky liquid that tasted bitter and salty. I swallowed convulsively.

No sooner had she climbed down than the next one came. Cousin Margot, slender thighs, but covered in stretch marks from three natural births. Her cunt was tighter, the labia smaller and darker, almost black-brown. In contrast, the asshole right above it was a wrinkled, dark-brown ring, creased and slightly hairy, opening and closing slightly with every breath. She didn’t just sit on my face—she turned around, pressing her wrinkled asshole right onto my mouth. “Lick that too, you little ass-fucker.”

It tasted earthy. Bitter. A little like shit and old sweat, warm and pulsing. My tongue circled the wrinkled ring, penetrating a little, while her cunt dripped over my nose. The smell was even more intense—heavy, animalistic, old.

I tried to stop, wanted to breathe, wanted to chase after Svenja—immediately someone shoved something hard and cold into my ass. A bottle neck? A dildo? I screamed into the pussy and kept licking. When I slowed down again, another hand grabbed my balls and twisted them brutally. The pain shot through my body. I licked faster.

And so it went on. One after the other.

Mrs. Berger, my parents’ neighbor—a C-section scar across her lower abdomen, a light, smooth line running across her otherwise firm but wrinkled belly. Her pussy was almost hairless, just a few gray tufts; the labia thin and pinkish-gray. She tasted cleaner, but with an intense smell of urine and a faint, sweetish yeast odor. Her thighs were slender, almost fragile, the skin thin and dotted with age spots.

More and more of them took turns. Old, wrinkled, hairy pussies. Some smelled strongly, some were already dripping wet. They rubbed themselves against my face, forcing me to suck their clits, to lick their holes. My cock was rock-hard the whole time, throbbing, burning—but no one touched it. Not a single hand. Not a finger. Not even a glance.

Then another fat woman. Heavy, jiggly thighs that completely framed my face, so that I could barely breathe. Her cunt was huge, the inner lips hanging far out, swollen and dark purple. She tasted strongly of sweat and the heavy, musky scent of a woman who had been stuck in pantyhose all day. As I licked more slowly, someone reached behind me, shoved a cold, hard object deep into my ass—probably the neck of a champagne bottle—and twisted it brutally. The pain brought tears to my eyes. I licked faster.

Hour after hour.

I licked. I sucked. I swallowed. Wrinkled pussies. Hairy pussies. Smooth, scarred pussies. Wrinkled, dark assholes that clenched under my tongue. Thick, heavy thighs that crushed my face. Slender, wrinkled legs that trembled when they came. Again and again the same command: “Don’t stop. Keep licking.”

I lay there, being used, suffocating under old pussies, while my ass was full of my father-in-law’s cum and my own cock stood untouched and painfully hard in the air.

And somewhere out there, my newlywed wife was running naked and furious through the hall—while I was here learning what real humiliation truly means.

My own face was a shiny, sticky mess of old pussy juice, sweat, and saliva. I wanted to be the strong husband. The one who loves his bride. But apparently, I was too weak. Instead, I’m the cuckolded loser whose father-in-law just came in my ass and who has to lick old pussies. Svenja is right.

My cock burned with unbearable lust, dripping incessantly, twitching helplessly in the air—and no one, absolutely no one, cared.

I deserve this. I deserve every single one of these old, wrinkled pussies on my face. I deserve the stench, the taste, the spit, the piss. I deserve for my cock to remain untouched and simply suffer. Because I betrayed my own wife. Because I was too weak. I love her. I love Svenja so much.

A new cunt lowers itself onto my face. Even older. Even hairier. Even smellier. It belonged to my mother-in-law.

Ingrid. Svenja’s mother. The woman who, just two hours ago, had beamed as she hugged me, calling me “my new son-in-law.”

She’d already been fucked hard—I saw that right away, even if I didn’t understand it at that moment. Her usually well-groomed, mature pussy was completely transformed. The large, fleshy labia were dark red, thickly swollen, and hung wide apart like two wet, shiny flaps. The inner slit gaped open, a deep, dark hole that no longer closed properly. Everything was wet, slippery, overflowing with thick, white cum. It was flowing out of her in wide, thick streams—not just a few drops, but veritable torrents. There must have been at least five or six thick loads of another man’s cum inside her. It oozed out with every step, ran over her swollen labia, dripped in long, sticky strands onto my forehead and cheeks before she sat down properly on me.

The smell was overwhelming. Heavy, musky, pungent with the scent of old semen and her own ripe cunt. An intense, almost putrid scent of another man’s seed, mixed with the sour, sweet musk of a woman who had just been fucked for hours on end.

Then she pressed herself against my mouth.

The cum flowed right into me. Warm. Thick. Sticky. The taste was humiliating. Salty-bitter, slightly metallic, with that typical, creamy aftertaste of another man’s cum that was already a bit stale. It wasn’t just a little—it was a veritable flood. My tongue plunged into the open, hot cavity and dislodged even more of it. I had to swallow, over and over, as I licked. The wrinkled, swollen inner walls of her cunt felt soft and pulsating, totally fucked out, totally used. My tongue ran through the folds, sucked out the thick clumps of cum, licked the long, sticky strands from her labia.

“Lick it all out, son-in-law,” she gasped, rubbing her pussy slowly and sensually all over my face. “You thought you were the only one fucking today… now you’re getting out what the catering guys pumped into me.”

I licked frantically. Deeper. Faster. The cum ran out of the corners of my mouth, over my ears, into my hair. It was everywhere. The humiliating taste filled my entire mouth, my throat, my nose. I couldn’t taste anything else.

Suddenly she tensed up. Her thick thighs trembled, her stretch marks tightened. She came. Hard. A warm, thick gush of her own fluid mixed with the remaining cum and squirted right into my mouth. It was creamy, slightly sour, and I had to swallow it all while she screamed loudly and her cunt pulsed on my face.

For a tiny moment, as she lifted herself briefly to catch her breath and change position, I was able to look up.

That’s when I saw it.

My own mother. Naked. On all fours. My father-in-law stood behind her, ramming his thick cock hard into her pussy. Her tits swayed, her face contorted with pleasure. She moaned loudly as he fucked her from behind.

Then it went dark again.

Ingrid had turned around. She sat back down on my face, now pressing her asshole right against my mouth. Cum was oozing out of there too—thick, white drops welled up from the wrinkled, dark-brown ring that opened and closed slightly. The asshole was also stretched wide, red and shiny.

“Now this too, my dear,” she commanded. “The guys came all over my ass, too.”

The taste was even more intense. Earthy. Bitter. Just like cum and her ass. Warm, sticky, pulsing. My tongue circled the wrinkled ring, pushed in a little, sucked out the thick strands of cum, while her juices and the remaining cum from her pussy continued to run down my forehead and over my eyes.

I licked. I sucked. I swallowed.

And I keep licking.

I am broken.

I am humiliated.

And deep down… I know I’ll never stop being exactly that.

The women are laughing at me.

And I lick.

The End