Frau Hilde

Fraulein Hildegard Anna Maria

Frau Hilde, or rather Hildegard Anna Maria as her full name was, had lived alone for many years in a small pre-war house located in the middle of a small forest, on the edge of the former East Prussian town of Allenstein (today Olsztyn in Poland). She looked at least 70 years old, but in fact no one quite knew her age, let alone her tumultuous life history.

For years she had led a rather solitary life, shying away from company, and after her retirement she retreated to her old house altogether, leaving it regularly only once a week to do the most necessary shopping at a not distant general store. Further afield she never left, only the forest around her cottage grew thicker and gloomier over the years.

Hildegard's youth reached far back into pre-war East Prussia, where she led a life full of pleasures and entertainments as the third daughter of an aristocrat belonging to one of the leading local Prussian noble houses. She very faintly remembered those carefree days of childhood bathed in the glow of the sun reflected in the sheets of the Masurian lakes and the fragrances of the surrounding forests. Together with her siblings and cousins, they went on hundreds of trips full of adventures and games filling the slow-flowing days in the countryside where her father's beautiful, opulent palace lay.

From the perspective of a well-born girl growing up in the countryside, nothing foreshadowed the upcoming harrowing events that were to leave nothing intact of the world as she knew it. Perhaps only her father's frequent trips to Berlin, as well as the increasingly gloomy news in the newspapers that for some were a reminiscence of the time just before the outbreak of the Great War.

For young Hilde, however, the first shock and symbolic collision with adulthood came earlier, when her seemingly innocent affair with a few years older maid came to light after they were caught in a passionate kiss. Despite the strenuous efforts of her father and mother to keep their daughter's sexual inclinations a well-hidden family secret, a local morality scandal erupted.

This was probably also one of the main reasons why, until the arrival of the front at the end of the war and her escape westward, first to Berlin and later to Bavaria, there were none, not even completely informal, inquiries about her potential marriage. Despite the fact that she was quite pretty and shapely, with beautiful blue eyes and long blond hair, none of the potential admirers from the respected families were liberal enough to accept bisexuality in their potential chosen one.

If she had at least been her father's only child, decked out with a rich dowry and a potentially even richer inheritance in the future, then no one would have minded if she had even been a publicly declared lesbian. Unfortunately, a daughter third-ranked to inherit could not enjoy such privileges in the conservative world of the Prussian aristocracy.

The nightmare of the war years distributed suffering equally, regardless of one's nationality and personal or collective guilt incurred, or lack thereof. Her family had to flee the advancing front, selling off property and trying to avoid the increasingly frequent bombings. Sadly her father was killed in one of them. She and her mother wandered around Europe for several years, unable to get a foothold anywhere, and when she was left alone after her mother's death, she decided to return to the place where it all began, near Allenstein, which became Olsztyn after the war ended. She settled in one of the abandoned houses that once housed some of the servants responsible for forests and ponds in her father's estate.

The post-war times rolled into one very long period of routine and repetitive daily routine that seemed to have filled her entire life. She worked in a tiny community library, and in her spare time grew flowers and vegetables in her home garden.

Old friendships were lost in the darkness of the past, new ones never had a chance to surpass the first stage of loose acquaintance. She was too secretive and mired in the lost past to even try to accept the present.

Dark stories

An old woman living alone in a remote old house surrounded by a forest, she very quickly became the object of legends repeated especially by younger generations, resembling stories of haunted houses. The fantasy of local residents, especially those who had no contact with her during her work in the library, had no bounds.

They spoke of her with unbelievable stories oscillating around her origins, starting with untold treasures secrets of which she guarded as the heiress of a powerful family, other times calling her a madwoman who, when the front passed, fell victim to endless rapes leading to helpless confusion of her senses. People tried to explain away her desolate lifestyle in various ways, and children from the local elementary school were too scared to even venture into the woods surrounding her home.

The house itself also had a strongly favorable effect on the atmosphere of horror surrounding the place. The tall, two-story wooden building in the characteristic pre-war style had lost its amiable colors over the years, darkened and decayed, becoming a gloomy caricature of the once beautiful building, then nicely blending in with the forest surroundings.

Perhaps that's why even the disappearance of a girl in the area years ago was quickly linked by creative minds looking for cheap sensationalism to the single woman who allegedly committed kidnapping and kept her as a personal slave for many years. There were even some who swore that at night they had supposedly heard distant screams and moans coming from inside her house.

In a way, the apogee of the place's bad reputation came with the growth of the nearby town and the establishment of a high school right next to the elementary school that had been in existence since the 1950s. The more adventurous young thrill-seekers loved nighttime excursions into the woods surrounding the deteriorating building. More than one boasted of spending the night in a tent right next to the crumbling fence, and there was one who reportedly even dared to cross the fence and enter the nowadays overgrown garden.

The majority, however, occasionally took the longer route home at most, to walk through the woods on a dirt road near the old house, accelerating hard when a curtain moved, or hastily turning back as soon as someone spotted a small, hunched, black-clad figure loitering in front of the house.

Ania

To the latter group belonged Ania, who, together with her best friend Basia and her boyfriend Mark, often decided to return home by the circuitous route, leading along an old, already well desolated road through the woods, which had not been driven by any car for many, many years.

Scaring each other and maintaining an atmosphere of horror was a very refreshing change from the seemingly endless boredom of one lesson following after another during the school day.

Ania was a blonde girl smiling from ear to ear, with slightly wavy long blond hair, blue eyes and nicely defined full red lips.

Like her friends in the yearbook, Ania had recently turned 18, which seemed reassuring and no longer allowed her to publicly admit any superstitious fears. One had to be grown up and fearless. Earlier, in elementary school, they would never have dared to take such big risks.

What mesmerized not only her classmates and older friends, but seemingly all men and more than a few women, were her firm, full, large breasts, miraculously rippling when she walked, always outlining themselves in an enticing shape under literally any kind of clothing.

They were like a magnet for eyes and hands, an object of unfulfilled dreams for her colleagues, who at times, as seemed to her, tried to outdo each other in finding ways to draw attention to her breasts, or even accidentally rub against those two gorgeous hemispheres and get even the briefest sense of their firm shape and perfect form.

Although she wasn't at all sure of it herself, all indications were that it was the incessant, constant and endlessly intrusive adoration of her breasts that had so far caused her to successfully reject the advances of younger and older admirers, whether classmates, older brothers of classmates, students, old bachelors, aging erotomaniacs or even bored couples looking for ways to liven up their dull erotic lives.

She was focused on studying, spending time with friends, discovering new passions and planning to go to college after the fast approaching graduation.

Challenge

It was a warm summer afternoon when, on their daily walk home, they once again decided to take the longer route through the Shivering Woods, as they had begun to call the forest surrounding the old woman's house. This time they were accompanied by Marcin, Basia's older brother.

Marcin was among the most active admirers of Ania and her shapes (at times Ania had the impression that in the eyes of many her big boobs were a separate entity, independent of their owner). Whenever he was in her company he got all monkey's wits about him, couldn't help staring, circling around her like a satellite and making all sorts of desperate attempts to realize his fantasies, or at least to get close to their object (or preferably both "objects" at once, in his hands).

This time, however, the theme of the hike was not Ania's charms, but rather the house standing in the Shivering Woods. As freshly-minted adults, they felt it was no longer appropriate for them to fear superstitious stories (let alone a god-guilty, lonely woman), but nevertheless a certain tension could be sensed in the air.

'I bet none of you would dare to go in there -- Martin provocatively teased on the topic that was bothering everyone.'

'Come on, why would we want to enter someone's house? -- the always rational Marek was not at all going to be fooled.'

'I would be afraid to go there, why tempt the devil,' added Basia.

They walked in silence for a while, then one by one jumped over a puddle spilling over one of the deteriorated sections of the old forest road. Or perhaps it was Ania's breasts, dangerously shaking as they crossed the puddle, that momentarily rendered everyone speechless. Or at least the two men in the small group's lineup certainly were.

When the blackened building began to emerge from between the thinning trees, the silence was unexpectedly shattered by Ania's resolute voice.

'Why are you so frightened, after all, this is quite a normal house only. The problem is rather the lady who lives there. She will take us for madmen or some crazy people and certainly will not let us inside. And that's it with the tour then'.

'Us?!'

'Well us... unless you are softening up?;

They did get soft. Apart from her no one had the slightest desire to even get close to the crumbling fence, let alone dare to cross the psychological boundary it had drawn.

'Well, then I will go alone. I will laugh at you for the rest of my life, chickies!' -- laughed blithely Ania.

Not even for a moment did she wonder where such courage and decisiveness suddenly came from in her, nevertheless she felt fantastic in the face of the openly manifested weakness of her friends. Maybe she just felt an opportunity somewhere deep inside to finally prove that there was more to her than just lush, perfect curves. Besides, the thought had long been germinating in her mind to disenchant the place with her own hands once and for all. A better way than to take the bull by the horns she couldn't think of.

The old lady of the old house

When the rest of her friends kept at a safe distance, Ania moved nimbly towards the notorious property. The confidence and courage that had unexpectedly emerged moments earlier had just as unexpectedly dissipated like the morning fog.

With a tentative step, she approached the gate and paused for a moment. She looked around cautiously, but seeing nothing suspicious she gathered herself and pressed the rusty handle. The wicket slowly opened, creaking under the pressure of her hand...

' AHH!'

Ania jumped up when a small figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Staring at her was an old woman almost a head shorter than her, slightly stooped and with a wrinkled face, dressed in an old-fashioned black dress. Her penetrating, deep-set eyes of an indeterminate dark color stared at her with suspicion.

The woman measured her from head to toe, and when her gaze reached her magnificent breasts, firmly stretching even the fabric of the girl's seemingly rather loose blouse, her eyes widened for a moment and stopped their journey, as if contemplating this remarkable sight. When she finally looked at the young, pretty face of the 18-year-old, her countenance finally relaxed and Anna recognized in it a trace of that truly grandmotherly warmth so characteristic of women beyond a certain age.

'Can I help you with something darling? I don't often have visitors here,' Frau Hilde asked and tried to smile, clearly not used to it.

'I... I mean...' sputtered Anna still perplexed by the woman's sudden appearance.

'I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Ania, I go to high school not far from here and often on our way home we pass by your house. We like nature, and this forest is so beautiful, there are always birds chirping in it'

The girl tried swiftly to explain where she came from and why, but she was probably a bit too nervous. The old woman listened patiently, staring at her, with a slight smile on her face that still seemed unnatural. Ania took a deep breath and decided to get straight to the point.

'Your house. We have passed it so many times wondering what it looks like inside, but never had the courage to stop by and ask. Would you be so kind as to invite me inside, at least into the hallway? No one but me had the courage.' She smiled uncertainly.

'Honey, but of course Frau Hilde will show you everything right away.' the woman visibly beamed and, as if she had received a boost of energy, took her by the hand and began to lead her towards the door.

Ania almost chuckled when she heard confirmation of at least some of the stories in circulation. The woman must indeed have been of German descent. And now she was leading her along a scruffy path, overgrown with weeds in many places, directly to the door of her house.

The door opened with a protracted creak and to Ania's eyes appeared a dark, old-fashioned interior. The woman slowly led her inside, then turned toward her and, inviting her in with a broad hand gesture, stood on the side of the narrow hallway.

'Welcome to my humble abode. From the left, the living room, the cell, the stairs upstairs, the toilet, the kitchen, please have a look.' Frau Hilde said and her eyes involuntarily fell on Ania's lush, wonderfully swaying breasts as she looked around, breathing deeply of the distinctive smell of the old house.

Ania timidly peeked into the rooms mentioned, guided by the old woman. What struck her most intensively was the distinctive smell, as if a mixture of the scent of vanilla, old books and even a closet full of old clothes. The house was neat, full of old furniture, but clearly already bitten by the teeth of time. She felt like she had stepped back 50 years in time.

'Would you like some tea, darling?' Frau Hilde asked, referring to the girl in her own characteristic way.

'No, thank you very much,' Ania smiled broadly, 'I have to go now, my colleagues are waiting for me,' she added, slowly heading for the door.

'Then maybe another time? It is so rare that someone visits me.'

'Well, I will certainly visit you again, and then I will not refuse tea. Goodbye!' Ania smiled again, and left, closing the door behind her.

Frau Hilde leaned against the door breathing heavily. The world circled in her racing mind, and before her eyes she still had that beautiful young woman and her large, full breasts, so wonderfully rippling, in their perfect bouncy and firm shape.

The old woman felt her youth returning, and the memories of Johanna, her former lover, came to life again. She, too, was blessed with magnificent breasts, which have not allowed themselves to be forgotten all these years.

Friendly Frau Hilde

Ania's visit to the old woman's house seemed to have magically dispelled the aura of mystery and trepidation spreading around her home eventually and for good.

Although initially only within her circle of acquaintances it became clear that there was nothing spooky about either the house or the woman living in it after all, in the wider world this theme also began to lose its appeal rather quickly.

Only Ania still liked to make up the road through the distinctive woods, probably shehad just grown to like the place. It was summer, Frau Hilde also seemed to be in the garden or on the veranda of her house more often, always ready to offer a glass of juice or tea and a moment of pleasant conversation. Ania was eager to visit the old woman, who seemed to greatly appreciate any change from the loneliness that invariably surrounded her and was always thirsty for company. Sometimes she just had the feeling that the old woman's tiny, deep-set eyes were watching her so entrancingly that she could even feel the touch of her gaze on her, making her tremble. But this strange feeling always passed away rather quickly.

After a few months, it turned out that Frau Hilde is not only, contrary to the most popular opinion, quite a nice old lady, but also made delicious pancakes. Ania was a little surprised when Frau Hilde in addition to the usual glass of juice offered her a treat on the veranda the first time, but the pancakes with strawberry jam were so delicious that later she never had any doubts about accepting the invitation. She regularly allowed herself to be invited inside the house for pancakes, and after a while she already had her favorite place behind the kitchen table where she gobbled them up with relish, watched by a satisfied Frau Hilde, not noticing that the old woman simply could not take her eyes off her large, exquisitely shaped breasts, at all.

Ania quickly became friends with Frau Hilde, with whom they found many common topics. The old librarian turned out to be a great conversational companion, very well-read and eloquent. Ania stopped by quite often, and in autumn helped her in the garden to deal with the leaves stubbornly falling from the many massive trees surrounding the house, and when winter came with the snow, which fell profusely this year already in December.

Invitation

It was more or less in the middle of winter, when the town, already heavily covered with snow, was additionally beheaded by a strong frost. Ania, as often on Friday afternoon, visited Frau Hilde for hot tea with honey and raspberry juice.

'Not too hot?'

'No, just perfect,' smiled Ania while slurping her tea, watched by Frau Hilde sitting directly across from her as usual.

'It's finally weekend,' she sighed, adding.

'Sweet laziness?' asked Frau Hilde, at the word "sweet," discreetly licking her lower lip while gazing at the lush, wonderfully firm breasts of the tea-focused girl.

'Nooo, unfortunately not this time, I'm alone, my parents are away. I'm facing a weekend of burning in the stove,' Ania made a sour face at the thought of the work that awaited her.

Silence reigned for a while, both women plunged into their thoughts. Ania's perfect breasts swayed wonderfully as she breathed deeply.

'I have an idea darling. You can come to my place, you won't have to tend to the stove,' Frau Hilde smiled as warmly as she could.

'To your place?'

'Well, yes. I have several rooms upstairs that have been standing empty for decades - you can take your pick.' She smiled again, trying to look as natural as possible.

Ania laughed.

'Like a sleep over at a friend's house? That's so nice of you, but I really wouldn't want to be an additional burden.' Ania at this point thought to herself that the old woman also has to cope alone with the challenges of winter everyday life alone, she didn't see anyone helping her after all.

'I would be very pleased, I cannot remember the last time I had guests.'

Ania could not hide her smile, she was so pleased how much warmth and friendship Frau Hilde had for her.

'Could I have some more tea, please? Anyway, I have to go soon, but one more cup of tea I can't deny myself, it's the best in the world!'

Frau Hilde's tea was, as usual, insanely good. Ania really enjoyed coming here, the better she got to know the old woman and her unusual house, the cozier it seemed to her. After drinking a second cup of tea, however, it was time to leave and return home through the blizzard.

Before opening the door to the outside, however, Ania turned around once more.

'I will be honored to be your guest Frau Hilde, I gladly accept the invitation.' Ania smiled and gently hugged Frau Hilde's petite, bony figure, not even realizing what effect the possibility of direct contact with the girl's wonderful breasts had on the old woman. Frau Hilde's eyes darkened and she took a long time to calm her breathing and stream of thoughts after Ania left.

Sleepover

Later that evening, Ania knocked on Frau Hilde's door, holding a small bag with pajamas, a toothbrush and a set of fresh clothes for the next day. To her own surprise, she felt excitement as if she were a little girl again, going for her first overnight stay with her bestie, which made her gently smile to herself.

The evening passed pleasantly and amicably, and after some nice conversations it was time for the evening's rest. Ania really liked her small room upstairs, located right next to Frau Hilde's master bedroom. The landlady had taken care of everything; it was warm and clean. After briefly freshening up and brushing her teeth in the old-fashioned, modest bathroom located at the end of the corridor, Ania returned to her room to slip into her pajamas (a strapless blouse and a black thong) and shortly thereafter into her bed and plunge into sleep.

Frau Hilde was already in her bed as well, but before she could eventually sink into a deep sleep, she was awakened by an insistent knocking on her bedroom door.

When she turned on the lamp her eyes were treated to the breathtaking sight of a disheveled Ania standing in the doorway, clad only in panties and a blouse that did a far better job of properly displaying the girl's lush breasts than covering anything. It was relatively tight around its firm shape, with considerable cleavage, and firmly outlined, hard nipples poking through the thin material.

'Frau Hilde, I heard someone's footsteps in the attic!'

'Calm down darling, this is an old house, always something is creaking here,' Frau Hilde smiled warmly, not the least bit moved by Ania's revelations.

'Really, it was clearly possible to hear footsteps!' The girl was nervous and badly frightened, as she completely disregarded the covering of her body.

'Honey, I know that the first night in this house can be a big experience, come to me, but first please close the door because fresh air from the corridor is pulling inside.'

Ania was still neither convinced nor reassured, however, the old woman's calmness seemed to have a soothing effect on her agitation. She closed the door behind her and approached the large, old-fashioned bed.

'If you want, you can stay with me,' Frau Hilde tilted the quilt. 'You will feel safe, and maybe for the first time in ages I won't get cold at night.'

The girl was rather unconvinced about sleeping with an old woman in her bed, but a shiver went through her spine at the thought of returning to the lonely room and footsteps sounded horrible to her. She slowly slipped under the wide, warm quilt.

She turned her back towards Frau Hilde and tried to fall asleep. The lamp went out.

Nighttime surprise

Ania awoke in the middle of the night, feeling the peculiar smell of Frau Hilde's breath right next to her face, and her bony body very close to her, even pushing against her bottom and back. She was surprised by this sudden closeness. She was even more surprised by the sensation of heat sweeping over, and the fact that her head was not resting on a comfortable pillow as before, but on the old woman's arm propped underneath her.

'Ohhh.' An uncontrollable moan broke from her lips before she had even had time to fully wake up, although the source of the all-encompassing waves of heat slowly began to reach her mind.

Frau Hilde was not only pushing against her with her whole body. The old woman's clawed hands clamped down on Ania's firm, large breasts, pushing firmly into the young, juicy titty flesh. Skinny, long fingers, tipped with pointed, yellow nails embraced the two perfect hemispheres like a spider's prey. Frau Hilde as she once closed her claws on Ania's gorgeous breasts, slowly, lovingly consumed their firm shape, firmly and deeply massaging the tender flesh.

'Frau... ohhh... Hilde!' Ania slowly came to her senses, overwhelmed with another wave of heat and hitherto unknown carnal pleasure.

The old spideress clinging to her from behind, however, did not let go. A sticky tongue slid over the girl's exposed earlobe and didn't stop caressing it once Frau Hilde's dry lips closed over it. Her clawed hands also went on the offensive when the thick yellow nails of her index fingers found Ania's nipples piercing through her thin blouse and began to rub them mercilessly, immediately inflicting a state of full hardness and firmness.

The hard nails constantly scratching her swollen, erect nipples made Ania's eyes darken with pleasure, her body surrendered and bent, pushing her breasts straight out into the old woman's hands at the same time trying to snuggle her head back, exposing the slender, delicate skin of her neck, into which Frau Hilde's hungry mouth instantly pressed, sucking hard.

Frau Hilde moaned when she saw the beautiful hickey that was left by her lips on the trembling girl's neck, and she dragged her sticky tongue over the slender shape, licking the smooth skin with an almost perverse satisfaction in her eyes. She was endlessly aroused, barely able to control her breathing having the voluptuous girl finally in her hands. At last she could caress and massage those big, perfect tits with impunity. She was panting with excitement, memorably rubbing and scratching Ania's nipples, swollen to the limit, so hungry for the newfound excitement and caresses.

Overcome with boundless desire, the bony, dry hand left Ania's breast and slipped under her blouse, spreading over her smooth belly, gently massaging the young, firm body. The contact of the rough old hand with the girl's delicate skin was an intense experience for both women. Frau Hilde moaned hoarsely into Ania's ear and pressed her lower belly harder against the girl's shapely ass, wanting to feel her with her whole body. As she engulfed her, she continued to devour her already very wet neck, unable to resist the delicate, slender shape.

Ania was losing more and more control, her nipples, swollen as if they were about to burst, were burning with pleasure, she was trembling and moaning as Frau Hilde, clinging to her from behind, did not stop caressing her breasts and licking her neck even for a second. She had no idea how intense sensations such caresses could provide, and she was completely unaware of what a powerful key to her body and pleasure the delicate skin on her neck could be.

'Ohhhhhhhhhh....!!!' she moaned longingly as another wave of heat flooded her, and the rough hand began to massage the lower parts of her belly, dangerously approaching the thong line.

Frau Hilde knew she had her in her grasp, she could finally give vent to the desires she had suppressed for so many years. She gurgled just thinking about it, tightening her clawed hand on the girl's firm tit, digging her fingers deep into the delicate flesh, making Ania squeal. She methodically kneaded her large, firm tits while her other hand rubbed larger and larger circles on the girl's shapely belly.

Ania was in a trance. As if hypnotized, she surrendered herself to the embrace of pleasure, moaning regularly as the old woman's touch gave her such unexpected, previously unknown pleasure. Despite so many factors that should have been and probably were repulsive about Frau Hilde for her, she couldn't resist, the explosion of senses she felt couldn't be stopped. Somehow those rough, bony hands made her writhe in pleasure, moan uncontrollably in the constantly rising arousal. Her nipples stuck out, swollen to the limit, pulsating to the rhythm of the merciless kneading and pressure, constantly caressed by Frau Hilde.

The straightened out, long, yellow nail ended finger slowly slipped under the delicate material of Ania's thong, pushing inexorably further. The entire hand immediately followed. When Frau Hilde's fingers ran over Ania's virgin, delicate pussy for the first time, she squealed loudly, immediately clenching her thighs reflexively, but the intruder in her panties could not be driven away anymore. Frau Hilde's fingers pressed tightly against Ania's now very wet lips without any movement, as if they were at first just enjoying the mere touch of the girl's wonderful, untouched garden of pleasure, but soon they began to move steadily, gently massaging her pussy.

Frau Hilde once again with unhidden desire placed her mouth on the girl's exposed neck, as she continued to fondle those wonderful tits with one hand, and with the other she massaged her wonderful, hot pussy, which was increasingly flooded with pleasure juices. She felt Ania trembling, how the ecstasy was slowly drawing her in, while she was giving in to it more and more, her boundaries were breaking, and the growing moans and squeals clearly indicated that her body was starting to build a great orgasm, to shock her consciousness with sensations she had never dreamed of.

Ania felt her body tremble increasingly, moaning unstoppably, her breathing was so shallow that she could barely take in the air. She felt how incredibly wet she was, how her pussy, caressed by Frau Hilda's skillful hand, produced floods of juices, and the pleasure that overwhelmed her like a tide began to make her see darkness before her eyes, the perception of the world through senses other than touch disappeared, and there were only the sensations of pleasure.

'Oooooooooooooooooooooh!!!' The girl whimpered as a shudder of joy shook her body and she stood at the gates of her climax.

Suddenly, Frau Hilde withdrew her wet, shiny hand from Ania's now very wet thong and, grasping the string of delicate panties tightly in her fingers, tore the underwear off the girl's body with one strong tug, destroying it irreversibly. Her hot, beautifully pink virgin pussy was shining with pleasure and ecstasy. Frau Hilde looked at this wonder, panting lewdly, then reached out for the scissors lying on the bedside table and inserted the blade from below between the girl's large breasts, swiftly cutting the fabric of her blouse and freeing them once and for good.

Wheezing, she ran her hand over the beautiful naked tits, constantly mauling them as if her hands would never want to leave them at all.

But that was only the beginning.

With one decisive move, Frau Hilde's fingers dug into the lips of the girl's excited pussy, glistening with juices, gently stretching them, plunging into the heated interior. With her thumb she found the tiny, delicate clitoris, bathed in moist pleasure, and began to massage it vigorously, knowing that the inexperienced girl would not be able to resist such an invasion for long.

How wonderful her fingers felt inside the tight pussy, how intensely Ania reacted to her fondling. Frau Hilde lewdly ran her wet tongue across the girl's delicate cheek, and then focused on the earlobe again. She was incredibly excited by the soft and smooth skin of Ania's face, which suddenly began to tremble and shake.

'Yes, my dear, cum for Frau Hilde, give yourself to pleasure, don't struggle against it,' she whispered in the breaks between subsequent strokes of her tongue.

She tightened her fingers on the girl's swollen nipple, adjusted it with a few faster movements of her thumb, caressing the already exposed clitoris and felt that wonderful, tight pussy clenching on her fingers in spasms of ecstasy.

'AAAAAHHHHH!!!!' Ania screamed in a loud swan song of pleasure as a tsunami-like orgasm shook her body and her pussy exploded in a burst of juices.

Frau Hilde slowed down, gently massaging the climaxing girl's pussy and breasts, tenderly sucking on the tip of her ear as she shuddered and screamed along with the pleasure that overwhelmed every cell of her body and mind.

Ania, panting heavily, slowly tried to calm down her breath in the caressing arms of the old woman to whom she had given herself so easily and naturally, for what she was generously rewarded. She couldn't imagine that it was even possible to experience something so intense, so shaking. Another thrill of pleasure shook her body...

Dessert

Frau Hilde rose from the bed and stood next to it, letting her nightgown fall to the ground, revealing her thin, shaggy body. Ania, lying on the bed exposed, was still trying to recover and calm down her breathing after the intense orgasm. She didn't even look at what the old woman was doing or paid any attention to the fact that she was lying there fully naked. She was heated, she felt such wonderful warmth and satisfaction.

It was only after a while that the creaking of the bed caught her attention, and that's when she noticed Frau Hilde climbing back onto the bed next to her. She covered her mouth with her palm in shock when she saw a strange, elongated metal object resembling the shape of a quite large penis between Frau Hilde's thighs, attached to a brown leather harness. Her vision went blurry when she realized that she was looking at a very old, probably pre-war erotic toy, which a very long time ago must have been used to allow women to have sex with each other.

Ania looked with horror at the old woman, who looked like a bony, thin insect with its abdomen protruding, ready to impregnate the helpless female, settling between her legs. Frau Hilde was like a spideress preparing to consume her prey. Ready to possess everything that Ania still had to give, join her in the act of copulation and deflower this wonderful, tight pussy.

The girl's breasts rose high to the rhythm of her heavy, deep breathing. The hard, erect nipples were constantly straining like two small, sharp rocks. Ania knew she couldn't stop it, her brain found no other way out than giving herself up. Moreover, she felt that she had already done it fully and completely, and the ecstasy exploding in her only awoke her natural submissiveness. She was breathing heavily, ready for anything to come.

Frau Hilde, panting hoarsely with excitement, with a trembling hand placed the metallic head of her attached penis against Ania's hot, wet pussy. She looked with great desire at the girl lying on her back, readily waiting to be taken. Her cheeks flushed with recent ecstasy, her misty eyes, and those wonderful, big tits undulating to the rhythm of her breathing. She rubbed the head against the velvet lips of her virgin pussy several times and then pressed in gently.

'Ohhh.' Ania moaned as she felt the head of the metal penis entering her, and the delicate lips of her tight pussy stretched around the foreign shape slowly pushing itself between them.

Ania was trembling all over, she could see her own breasts shaking, and a little below, between her thighs, the bony, shaggy body of the old woman who was panting harshly and with the passion of primal desire in her eyes, like a predatory spider beginning the act of some perverse copulation with its prey. Ania gripped the sheets tightly, as tightly as she could.

Frau Hilde growled with delight as she saw the metallic, shapely glans disappear into the embrace of the girl's young pussy lips, shining with ecstasy. Her animalistic wheezing breath was the best illustration of how excited she was, she felt as if the last decades of her life were just an introduction to that peak moment when she would possess this girl with a wonderful body, and all her charms would forever lose any remnants of innocence.

She knew perfectly well how to do it. She gently moved the head of the artificial penis in between yet unused to penetration virgin pussy lips, giving them time to accustom themselves and adapt to the pressure, slowly preparing her interior for what was about to happen. She basked in this moment of trembling anticipation, filled to the limits with tension. She looked at Ania, at her wonderful, excited body, biting her lip tightly.

And then she pushed her hips forward in one powerful and decisive move.

The girl's eyes widened extremely and her mouth opened in a silent scream. The metal penis pierced her hymen and entered her to the accompaniment of a triumphant gurgle from Frau Hilde, who immediately began to move her hips steadily back and forth, each time pushing a little deeper, penetrating into Ania's tight, deflowered pussy.

If Ania had previously moaned and squealed when Frau Hilde's hand caressed her innocent, tender pussy, now her moans had become even more intense. The fanfaronade of sensations and impulses felt by her body and brain sent her into a state of some ecstatic stupor, and mixed waves of pleasure and diminishing discomfort now bombarded her brain with increasing force.

Soon, each thrust of the metal penis began to evoke a loud, uninhibited moan of pleasure from her pussy being fucked for the first time in her life.

Frau Hilde was completely out of control, she was reaching some state of nirvana. While pounding that wonderful pussy, she wheezed like a copulating animal, driven by a frenzy of desire. Ania's delicious moans and screams gave her a perverse satisfaction, a feeling of completely possessing the girl's body and mind.

She felt how tight and flexible the girls pussy was, how her young body quickly adapted to accommodate the intruder and began to cooperate with him. Frau Hilde picked up the pace and fucked Ania harder, methodically penetrating her pussy with deep, powerful thrusts of the metal cock.

Frau Hilde lay down on her now, her body clinging to her, and thanks to her short height, her mouth was almost perfectly at the level of Ania's big tits. With lustful delight she again took them in her bony hands and tightly closed her fingers on the firm, juicy flesh, exposed to her unsated mouth.

Like a starving animal, she lunged at them and clamped her teeth on the delicate breast, biting one then the other again and again. She kept pushing her hips rhythmically, constantly fucking Ania's tight pussy, sensing her approaching ecstasy. She wanted to look at her face as she cummed again, this time around the metal penis penetrating her.

Frau Hilde wrapped her mouth around the girl's stiff nipple and sucked hard, enjoying the firm, swollen shape, which she passionately caressed it with her tongue and gently bit.

Ania was trembling, she felt her body starting to shake with pleasure. Waves of heat washed over her as the hard strapon pounded into her powerfully, fucking her pussy mercilessly. It didn't stop even for a moment, bringing her closer to yet another explosion of senses that she couldn't contain or control at all. Frau Hilde wheezing on top of her, her bony body fucking her, her breasts once again at the mercy of that lustful mouth and hands. It all seemed surreal and at the same time so intense that her brain seemed to leave the gates of reality and she had the impression that it is nothing but a daydream about copulating with some bony, skinny creature out of this world.

But the ecstasy was certainly real. Her nipples, still teased, felt in the old woman's mouth like they were pierced by needles of pleasure, the volcanic heat of her pussy greeted the metal penis penetrating her with waves of juices. She was sure there was a big wet spot underneath her, it was sliding so easily now into her tight pussy, inexperienced with any kind penetration before.

Then three things happened at once.

Frau Hilde bit her teeth hard on Ania's nipple, much harder than before. She pushed inside with all the strength she had left, driving the full length of the metal cock into the girls tight pussy until the leather attachment rubbed against her clit.

At the same moment, Ania's body was shaken by an orgasm of extraordinary intensity, accompanied by a long squeal of pleasure with such a high pitch that the windows seemed to tremble.

The old woman held her penis deep inside the climaxing, orgasmic girl, and ran her sticky wet tongue over her breasts, cupping them tightly in her hands. She couldn't pull herself away from the firm, ample flesh of those wonderful tits, their velvety skin brightly shining, now well moisturized with her thick saliva.

Finally, Frau Hilde collapsed exhausted on Ania's body, wheezing with exhaustion and resting her head on the shapely pillows of her chest. They were both panting tiredly and sweaty, slowly recovering, trying to calm their breathing. One of them after two orgasms and a completely unexpected sexual initiation, and the other after the exertion of which her small, thin body seemed to have been completely incapable for at least the past twenty years.

The tireless metal cock was still in place in its sweet spot, in the loving embrace of the tight pussy it had just conquered.

Then there was silence and the peace of the cold winter night returned.

Good night.