Thanks to 4degrees for his help and friendship.
Written by request for Frank & Susanne.
They were as different as night and day, but would soon become inseparable. Here is the story of Fritz & Ilsa and Frantz & Ingrid. How they met and how they came together.
It was Oktoberfest and the beer was flowing all the time. Buxom serving wenches carried four large mugs of beer in each hand. And they didn't spill a drop, either. No one bothered the barmaids when they carried the beer, but on the return trip with the empty mugs, they received pinches and pats a-plenty.
Strangely enough, the spouses met each other in the rest rooms. Fritz and Frantz stood at adjacent urinals. Ilsa and Ingrid met side by side at the mirrors after squatting to empty their bladders. Ilsa was a 60 year old with light gray hair in a bun. She was rather plump. Fat, actually. She had big tits, a big ass and thick thighs. She was rather short, but had good posture. Ingrid was just the opposite, 18 year old with long, silky blonde hair worn loose. She is thin, but not anorexic. She had perky tits, a well-rounded butt and shapely thighs. She was tall and willowy.
Fritz was 65 year old with black hair, mixed with gray like a crown of hair around his mostly bald head. He was stout, no fat, looking like a short rectangular man. All parts of him were broad, including his circumcised 9" dick. Frantz could see it while they both pissed, and he was suitably impressed by both the length and the thickness. Frantz was a mere 19 year old lad with medium length brown hair, also in a bun. He was well muscled and as tall as Ingrid. His cock was 7 1⁄2 inches of uncut meat. It was not quite as think as Fritz's, but thick enough for Ingrid.
Ilsa powdered her face while Ingrid brushed her long hair. Ilsa took a long deep breath and said, "I love the smell of beer piss, don't you my dear?" The rest room reeked of that smell. Ingrid hadn't really thought about it, but she sniffed some of the pungent air in and analyzed its scent. It does smell like beer piss. Revolting, yet heady at the same time, thought Ingrid.
Now that you mention it, you can smell the beer. How did you ever come up with that? By the way, my name is Ingrid."
"I first came to that understanding after an Oktoberfest years ago. I was giving my husband a blow job and his cum had a beer taste to it. After that I noticed what my husband ate or drank and how it affected his cum. I told him about it and then he noticed a difference when he ate me out." The old woman was very frank about it and her eyes never left Ingrid's. Ingrid blushed when cum was mentioned, but never lost her friendly smile. "Well, enough about me, my name is Ilsa, are you here alone? Would you like to sit with me and my husband, Fritz?"
Ingrid thought about it, "Actually I am here with my boyfriend, Frantz. I'll have to talk with him about it. I'm sure it will be OK, we are here alone and would like the company." Ilsa is a little rough around the edges, but she seems friendly and we don't know anyone here.
The women actually met the men when they came out of the rest room. The men had talked, as well, and they all found a nearby, almost empty table and sat down. Fritz waved over a barmaid, who set down four beers. Fritz thanked her and paid her, giving her a big tip, stuffing several bills down her cleavage. The serving wench smiled and weaved off towards the bar to get more mugs of beer.
Ilsa apparently didn't mind her husband copping a feel from the buxom barmaid. Fritz and Ilsa kept making toasts and the mugs were empty by the time another wench with full mugs arrived. Fritz would not accept the money that Frantz offered and again stuffed some bills down the barmaid's cleavage. She didn't seem very happy about it and slapped Fritz on the face. He just laughed and swatted her butt as she stormed off.
It seemed to Ingrid that they were drinking much too much, but she didn't want to be impolite. The conversation had turned to sex after the first round. The young couple had enough beer to speak freely about sex and the things they had done. I can't believe I'm actually telling some of the sex adventures that I've had, thought Ingrid. The old couple matched them story for story, happy to share their sexual escapades with the young couple. Ingrid was not sure if they were making things up or not. No, they really happened, I can tell by the way they tell the stories. They are so much more experienced, thought Ingrid. Fritz got horny with the story swapping and asked his wife if she would help him out.
Ingrid's eyes just about popped out of her head when Ilsa slipped under the table, unbuttoned Fritz's pants and unzipped his fly. She pulled his large cock out and captured it with her lips. Shit! Fritz has a giant cock! How does Ilsa take it in her mouth? Ingrid thought. Fritz moaned as Ilsa started sucking on his hard dick. Fritz looked over at Frantz and said, "Well, what about you friend?" Frantz looked over at Ingrid, who just shook her head. She wasn't that drunk, yet. Fritz noticed the head shake and stared at Frantz, "No problem friend, Ilsa will be more than happy to help when she's done with me." That lowlife Frantz will probably take her up on her offer. What a dick, thought Ingrid.
Frantz didn't know what to say, so he just took a long drink from his beer mug. Ingrid just stared out into space, getting drunker and drunker. Frantz's mug was empty, but Ingrid's was still half full, so he tapped her on the shoulder to see if she was done with her beer. Ingrid just slowly collapsed onto the table. Frantz just shrugged and took her beer mug. Fritz moaned and shot his wad into his wife's sucking mouth. His face took on a satisfied look and lip—smacking was heard from under the table. I love the way Ilsa gives head. She may be a fat, old bitch, but she can still satisfy.
Ilsa must have been listening to what Fritz had said before, because she pulled down the waistband of Frantz's sweatpants until his uncut cock jumped free. She licked her lips and then took it into her hot mouth. Her other hand reached in his pants to fondle his balls and she began sucking. What a great cock sucker she is, Ilsa's gonna make me cum hard. It didn't take long before Frantz came with a groan. Ilsa sucked him dry and stuffed his dick back in his sweats. Ilsa climbed back into her seat with a broad smile on her face. She had just gotten two shots of beer flavored cum and was just sitting satisfied with herself. Ilsa knew that this was going to be a night to remember.
Fritz said, "Well mama, are you ready to go? It's getting cold here. Come Frantz, you're in no shape to drive and we have room at our house for you and Ingrid." Fritz stood and helped his wife to her feet. "Wake-up that sleeping beauty of yours and we'll go where it's warm and cozy." Frantz had enough control to stagger over to Ingrid and nudge her awake. Fritz noticed she was awake and said, "Come sleepy head, we're going to get out of the cold." They all piled into Fritz and Ilsa's car and drove to their house which was at the end of a dead end street with a tree and bush covered yard. The house was back from the road, so it was very private.
The heat hit Frantz and Ingrid like a wall when Fritz opened the front door. They all went in and Ilsa shut he door behind them. It must be 80-85 degrees Fahrenheit in the house, Ingrid thought. All of them took their coats off. Fritz and Ilsa didn't stop there; they took all their clothes off. Frantz didn't notice until Ingrid asked them what they were doing. Ilsa replied, "We like the freedom that living nude gives us, that's why we keep the temperature up so high in here. Feel free to join us, we won't be embarrassed or make rude comments. As a matter of fact, it would be rude of you two not to strip." Ingrid mumbled something about the bathroom and disappeared into it, closing the door. Frantz shrugged and started taking his clothes off. I don't want to cause them any grief, besides Fritz had bought all the beer, Frantz justified in his mind. He felt better in the heat once he was nude.
Ilsa got him a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. She walked up to Frantz and handed him the bottle. Ilsa stood there watching his sculpted body as he took a swig. He was pretty enough with strong muscular arms and chest; flat abs and, she looked around him, a nice, firm butt. I think this boy will be just what I need. Ilsa had already seen his uncut dick up close. She pulled him to the couch and sat on it with her legs spread. Her bush was overgrown and her fat belly hung down blocking half of it. Ilsa's big, droopy tits hung down on her belly. Her large nipples were hard and Frantz could smell her old pussy. It smelled faintly like beer. "Bring that sexy mouth over here and suck on my old, wet cunt." Frantz licked his lips, finished his beer and stuck his head between Ilsa's thunder thighs. His tongue broke through her bushy forest and attacked her ancient pussy.
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