Auschwaitz-Dachau. Almost everyone in the world knows of the horrors of the Nazi death camps in which 6 million Jews perished during World War II.
But most people have heard of these horrors in only general terms. And, of course, the details of torture that filtered out of the Nuremberg Trials of Nazi war criminals.
Probably, stories of individual agony and acts of degradation will never be recounted in any detail. But the true acts of a despicable nature were those inflicted on the hapless victims of the war.
Terrible acts of experimental surgery were performed on the people of Europe. Also, the Nazis subjected countless people to tests of various drugs.
The most despicable acts of degradation were those committed against the captive populace of both sexes-children not excluded. Homosexual acts were commonplace-especially against young boys. And young girls were victimized by the callous German hordes that swept across Europe.
The following is, at best, a feeble attempt to focus on the travesties visited on individuals. No amount of imagination can hope to touch the depths of degradation and describe the despair innocent people of an infamous period of history.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
It wasn't unexpected, the way the German war machine had overrun France. But they had come so silently into the small village north of Bordeauz, on the north bank of the Garonne River that empties into the Bay of Biscay.
Terror froze the vocal chords of 14-year-old Yvette Giraud as the German soldier dragged her from her bed in the loft of her parents' home and down the stairs to the living room that was teeming with the Bosch.
She was shocked to discover her mother and father huddled together on the worn settee, stripped naked, agony in their eyes as they tried to shield their nudity from the eyes of their innocent, blonde-haired, blue-eyed daughter.
Laughter of the Germans was coarse and humiliating as they used the tips of bayonets to force her father to lift his hands and spread his legs to expose his genitals to the eyes of the panic-gripped child. He growled deep in his barrel chest as the tormenting soldier prodded his heavy balls and limp penis with the sharp bayonet.
Yvette's mother sobbed softly as another soldier prodded her hand from her crotch and her hand and arm away from her opulent breasts. When she was nudged in the black-haired zone of her sex, she obeyed grudgingly, spreading her heavy thighs wide, revealing the thick lips that were parted slightly to disclose the inner pinkness of her cunt.
"Go ahead," the soldier was encouraged by a chortling comrade, "fuck her snatch with cold steel and make the French bitch cum with blood."
"Nooooo," the tall soldier leered, "she needs a hard, German prick fucking her unconscious."
"Many German pricks," another soldier agreed, standing his Mauser against a wall and opening the fly of his baggy uniform pants and tugging out his cock, waggling it before the eyes of Yvette's humiliated mother.
"Get her on the floor-out in the middle-so we can all watch you fuck the plump, ripe French bitch," a soldier said, grabbing the French matron's black hair and throwing her sprawling onto the well-worn rug.
Yvette, knuckles white against her mouth as she watched in terror, feared for her father who lurched forward in defiance and defense. But he was restrained by two bayonets of cold steel were laid across his throat and another against his forehead.
The German with his cock out kicked Yvette's mother hard in the plump cheeks of her ass until she stretched out lewdly on her back, legs drawn up, knees slacked apart. The German soldier pushed a toe into the long, deep gash of her mother, spreading the thick, hair-fringed outer lips far apart.
He quickly dropped his pants, stooping to push them over the tops of his boots to his ankles. For a long moment, his hand moved on his obscene cock, jacking it off to full hardness, until the thick head was gorged with lusting blood, glistening in the harsh living room light.
Dully, Yvette heard random commotions outside in the pre-dawn, yellings of men and screams of women and frightened children. Then her momentary distraction evaporated as she was pushed forward, forced to squat in the ankle-length nightgown to watch the tall German position himself between her mother's parted thighs.
She could smell the muskiness of him.
"Ooooohhh, dear God, don't make my little girl watch," Yvette's mother sobbed, her head rocking from side to side as her cuntal lips were opened wide by the German's demanding fingers.
"Ooooohhhh, God," she said prayerfully as the bare-assed German hovered closely over her, pushing the head of his long cock into her groove.
Yvette heard her father groaning and swearing softly, his eyes bulging with hatred, compelled to watch the degradation of his dear wife.
The little girl could hardly breathe as she watched the soldier atop her mother wipe the head of his hard meat through the pinkish furrow between her mother's legs. He cackled vilely as he set the head and rocked his naked buttocks.
"Aaaaahhhh, Ooooohhhh, noooooo!" Yvette's mother screeched. And, in forrified fascination, the girl watched the pale column of flesh begin vanishing, like magic, into the depths of her mother's body.
The prone woman's legs jerked spastically, feet coming up from the floor as she was forced to take in the crude man's salacious prick. Yvette could see the quivering of her mother's rear entry as more and more of the slender, hard cock was stabbed into her.
The soldier hesitated a moment, then lunged forward. Yvette's mother's legs bounded high in the air and she had all of the man's prick deep inside her cunt. The girl no longer could see her mother's anus; it was shielded from her horrified eyes by the man's heavy, dangling balls that were covered with coarse, curly silvery hairs.
His body began hunching, back bowing up, straightening as he rhythmically prodded his cock in and out of the helpless woman. He snorted and gasped, laughter gurgling as he seized her voluptuous breasts as he steadily fucked his cock in and out of her deep cunt.
Yvette swallowed hard against a sickness of embarrassment and helplessness for her beloved mother. She would have looked away, but each time she turned her eyes from the bare white ass bucking between her mother's legs and the moist cock plunging into her, a bayonet was thrust against her temple and she was forced to watch, in dismay and wonderment, as her weeping mother was fucked.
The girl was hazily aware of someone kneeling behind her, rubbing her body through the nightgown, reaching under an arm, over a shoulder to fondle her budding young breasts in crude lasciviousness. The girl tried to push away the hands, but they were too demanding.
A shudder of loathing fluttered through her as a hand pulled up the hem of the voluminous garment and began rubbing her bottom that already was taking on the full roundness of a ripe female.
For the first time she was able to find voice, pleading, "Please don'ttttttt?"
But, no matter how much she writhed and squirmed, a hand entered the neck of her nightgown to cup the warm fleshy melon of her breast. At the same time, the hand at her behind was tracing deep in the shallow valley between the hillocks of her tender, virgin ass.
Her mother was sobbing and wailing now, her slack body twitching from the fucking she was getting, the cruel, depraved man's strokes quickening as he threw his cock into the degraded woman's cunt in long, sodden plunges.
Yvette glanced over the humping bare ass of the man fucking her mother at her daddy's contorted, flushed face for help. But there was only hatred and frustration in his blood-filled eyes. And she knew that all she could do was tolerate the salacious, depraved hands on her lithe young body.
Suddenly, the soldier lunged hard over her mother and his belly smacked against her mother's. He panted and gasped lewdly, squirming his body between the woman's upraised thighs as he poured his cum into her unwilling-but sexually responding snatch.
When he finished, he heaved himself from the Veed thighs and another soldier threw himself on the girl's mother, his prick entering the gaping twat entry just as the first soldier's thick jizz started seep out.
Yvette felt faint and enormously depressed, watching the defiling of her mother and hating the hand on her hot little titties and the one palming her crotch, the finger tickling in her crack of her dainty ass and setting stinging little fires in the tiny, shallow rut of her virginal pussy.
There were wailing screams all up and down the single street of the village now. And there were scattered gunshots, accompanied by sharper, more soulful shrieks as someone died, here and there in the peaceful little fishing village.
To heighten Yvette's dismay, her nightie was pulled up and ripped from her body, leaving her naked to the leering eyes of the contemptible German soldiers. The hand at her crotch was becoming unbearable, a finger gouging at her dainty front entry, poking just inside her, sending ripples of stinging pain dancing through her tender young loins.
"The old sow will make a wonderful whore for the valiant German army," someone snickered as a third soldier flung his naked body between the slack thighs of Yvette's mother. The girl noted, however, that each time the long, German cocks were stabbed to the balls into her mother's body, her mother trembled and her feet danced and she wailed quaveringly.
Yvette, innocent as she was, sensed her mother was deriving unbidden, unwanted pleasure from the pillaging her pussy was taking from the rapacious, plundering German pricks.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee!" Yvette screamed suddenly as the finger dabbling at her little slot stabbed far into her. She would have shot to her feet, but a hand on her tit, the arm over her shoulder, held her in a squatting posture. Intense heat flushed through her as she was roughly finger-fucked, her hymen ripped, blood flowing out of her, sopping the violating hand and her burning crotch.
Oooooohhh, God, she thought, instinctively knowing soon, very soon, she would be down like her mother with some German atop her, thrusting one of those enormous pricks into her aching pussy, fucking, fucking, fucking her.
Her father bounded to his feet, but was slammed back onto the settee by a rifle butt. The point of a bayonet was pressed against his balls, nudging his limber peter.
Yvette gasped for breath as she was slammed down onto her back, still able to see her mother's degradation. Her legs were held open as she was finger-fucked. And her titties were mauled and rubbed, agitating the tiny nipples to swell into promising little berries.
She was astonished when her mother shrieked shrilly and her body began lunging and coiling under the soldier who was fucking her. Intuitively, Yvette knew something had snapped in her sweet mother's mind and she was now reveling in the depraved plunging of pricks in and out of her swollen pussy.
"She will be a fine fat whore for the German army," one soldier growled and the others cackled assent. "Watch the plump French pig fuck now, will you?"
Yvette closed her eyes against the sight of her mother now fucking back as hard as she was being fucked. But the vision of cock after cock thudded into her mother's body was clear and stark in her mind's eye.
And the finger in her own little hole was producing an intense heat and she could feel a coiling of the crinkled walls of her pussy around the stabbing finger.
Tears trickled from her tightly closed eyes and muscles were alive in her belly and twitching along the trembling inner planes of her thighs. Each time the soldier twisted his finger back and forth, there were little explosions deep in her tight little twat.
Her father's growl of protest drew the girl's attention. Ooooooohhhhh, jtoorpapa, Yvette sighed mentally.
Yvette tried to shrink against the floor, but the finger had her pussy spindled and there was no escape. She glanced back past the bare ass pumping over her mother's bare body, sobbing softly, her body bouncing on the floor in uncontrollable lurchings, flames ravaging her from her tormented pussy to the enticing lumps of her tingling titties. And she was thoroughly dismayed as her mother's words took shape and form in her feverish brain.
She couldn't believe it, but her mother was actually begging the brutal German soldiers to get on her and shove their cocks in her cum-slimed cunt.
How was it possible, she fretted, that her mother could actually enjoy what was happening to her. Yet, she was pleading for them to fuck her-fuck her, the coarsest words Yvette had ever heard. And they were coming from the slobbering lips of her cherished mama.
When her mother was heaved onto her belly, she quickly drew up her knees so her plump ass was up in the air, inviting a German to mount her and ram cock into her.
"My pussy-my asshole-I don't care!" her mother shrieked, shaking her bottom, looking back with passion-glazed eyes as a naked German flopped onto her, adjusting his long, white cock.
Her mother's gaze turned glassy and she went rigid. Then she screamed as if in agony and Yvette saw the wet prick slash to the heavy balls into her mother's asshole.
She sobbed convulsively and her body cooperated as she was cornholed with long, stabbing cock-lunges. And when another of the bastard Germans knelt at her head, she reached for his sock and sucked it into her mouth.
Yvette was stunned and sick, hearing only the coarse mutterings of the Germans and the rampant slock-slurpings of meat being thudded into the mouths and assholes of her parents.
The little girl knew, in time, she would be fucked. But she vowed she would resist as best she could when or if one of the rotten Bosch tried to get her to take their filthy cocks into her mouth and suck them off.
As her mother was doing.
The quakings of pain were slowly giving way to shivering of a different nature. There was a kind of dreamy, pleasurable sensation developing deep between Yvette's trembling legs. And she hated this unfamiliar response of her youthful body. In spite of every effort to press her legs together to impede the finger that was fucking in and out of her cunny, her knees were drifting open, her legs bending upward, straining, lifting her tense ass off the rug.
So the leering man hovering over her, sucking her tittie-tips had free access to the little rut and hole between her legs. So he could get all of his finger in her. And he was really giving it to her in the pussy with his long, stiff finger.
Her insides were on fire, a pleasant, enchanting fire with flames licking through her channel, through her belly. And, ooohh, how nice his lips felt on the points of her tumescent, rubbery young breasts.
She didn't want this, his finger in her. And she didn't want one of these sweaty Germans atop her, between her teen-aged thighs, fucking his prick into her.
A sense of intoxication permeated her brain. And, no longer, was she filled with contempt and loathing and deep sympathy for her parents who were being sexually assaulted, time and again.
It just didn't seem real, watching them cornholed and fucked and sucking prick. It was more like a weird dream, watching her mama gobble cocks and beg for more cunt-fucking and cornholing.
She was aware of a pungent aroma in the air-the smell of sex-the odor of hot, hard cocks and fucked cunt and assholes. She heard herself screaming, as if far away as her body seemed to be exploding.
And she had been finger-fucked into a tortured orgasm. At the age of fourteen. She almost yelled to be fucked, but did not as the finger was pulled out of her twat and she was lifted to her feet but a German officer who had just entered the little house.
CHAPTER TWO
"Mama, Mama," the little blonde girl sobbed chokingly as she was huddled in the long, steel-like arms of the German army lieutenant. She squirmed helplessly, feeling his big hands all over her naked body, stroking her tummy, her legs, her resilient ass, her tingling little boobies.
"Papa, Papa," she wept as the tall man strode across the room. In a minute, she was outside in the cool morning air. There were bonfires in the center of the cobblestone street. In a daze, she recognized respected citizens of her village. They had been herded together in the street, in their nightclothes, held at bay by rifles with fixed bayonets.
She recognized auburn-haired Marie Trodeaux, fourteen-years-old like herself and her best friend being dragged from the arms of her tearful parents and forced to the street while her hands were bound behind her.
And there was little Faubine Flambeau, thirteen-years-old, a tiny pixie of a girl who was youthfully arrogant that her breasts were even more prominent than Yvette's. She was chased through the milling crowd of villagers, caught and dragged by the hair.
The poor, terrified child with pale golden hair wept hysterically as her nightgown was ripped off and she was slapped into a supine posture on the cobblestones, trying to shield her titties and hairless pussy and Venus mound with her hands and arms.
As they passed along the way, Yvette recognized the gorgeous Carmalle Gaspre, and eighteen-year-old voluptuous brunette with the liquid-purple eyes was spitting and hissing and clawing as two gloating Nazi troops tugged her by the arms from the crowd, the clinging arms of her ancient grandmother who had no one else in the world but Carmalle.
Yvette went limp in the unyielding arms, her skin tingling from the coarse woolen material of the officer's tunic. There was a pinkness in the sky beyond Bordeaux as she was carried into the village inn with its rental rooms on the upper floor. A drunk soldier with his Mauser on the counter was slopping down cognac from the bottle, paying little attention as the frail blonde was carried up the rough stairs and into a large, musky-smelling room with an iron bedstead.
She choked off her sobs as she was laid with surprising gentleness in the middle of the creaking bed. Immediately, she curled into a protective fetal position, yes unblinking on the tall, blond-haired officer who had told her, very conversationally his name was Dieter Schmidt and he was in command of the detachment of occupation troops.
Schmidt stopped in the process of undressing at the timid knock on the door, which was opened and a crude tub was dragged in by the old man and old woman who operated the inn. They retreated to carry in buckets of steaming water to fill the tub, then departed, their eyes sympathetic and soulful as they swung furtively to the fragile child huddled on the bed.
In spite of the nudity she had seen in her own home, Yvette was still shocked and embarrassed and horrified as she watched the lieutenant undress, seeing him totally naked.
"Poor little split," he said, clucking his tongue as he bent over her, licking his thin lips, holding the long, half-limp hank of sex-meat in his long, tapering fingers. "That crude dolt used his finger on you when it is such delight to take a young girl's cherry with a proud, German prick in her pussy."
Yvette began crying again, kicking feebly as he picked her up and settled her into the huge round tube with faintly steaming water. She sighed pleasurably despite her terror and disgust as the warm water sloshed around her.
Her hands were brushed away as she tried to deter his hands rubbing into her crotch with only its golden tendrils of pubic hair. "Oh, God, please don't?" she pleaded, but was ignored as the nude man knelt beside her, picked up a cloth and bar of soap the old couple had left behind.
"Yvette Giraud," she answered his question regarding her name as she lit him press her back in the tub while he gently bathed her smooth skin, bringing gasps from her as he ran the bar of soap over and around and over her proudly jutting little titties.
A strange pang was born deep between her tensing legs as he rubbed her puffy little pussy lips with the soap as he used his left hand to work up frothy lather over her aching, tingling boobies.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she sighed in a soft whisper, barely audible, feeling weak and faint, ashamed of her physical feelings, mystified by the alien sensations of delight that surged through her. Her tummy muscles clenched so tight there was a sharp pain in her butt hole, a pain that lanced far into her bowels.
"Such a sweet young body. So wonderfully fuckable," Schmidt murmured, soaping her legs as he lifted one, then the other from the steamy water.
He urged her to turn over, support herself with hands on the brim of the tub. When she hesitated, he half-stood to take her slender arms. Yvette gasped in alarm as she saw him, fully ready for the first time.
His cock was so, so, so very long. So hard and straight and obviously heavy, the way it sloped out from the copious fur that all but obscured the root of his enormous organ. And his balls were so different from her daddy's. There was absolutely no hair on the dangling, symmetrical appendage that swayed lewdly as he flopped her over.
Yvette cried softly, helplessly as she clung to the edge of the metal vat as the cloth and bar of soap were caressed over her lithe back. "Eeeeeiiiiaaaagggghhhh," Yvette whimpered, body jerking convulsively as the slick bar of soap was pressed into the tight pinch of her butt, down against the dimple of her anus.
She was bewildered by her physical sensations and emotions. How could she experience such delectable pleasures, naked like this, ministered to by a total stranger and a blood enemy of her beloved France?
Ashamed of her erotic feelings, naive about what he was doing to her, what he was searching for so expertly; the erotic zones of her young body. He was finding them under her shoulder blades, in the side dimples of her maturing buttocks, at that area of her spine where the sleek cheeks of her ass flared away into her delectable hips, in that tendon area behind her knees, in the arches of her feet, deep in her armpits. He even discovered one on the right side of her throat, causing her to gasp in surprise.
Her arousal was becoming to intense she couldn't break her thoughts away from what he was doing. She tried to focus her thoughts on worrying about what was happening to her mother and father. But all she could think of was the manner in which they were being degraded.
And-Yvette whimpered in mental anguish-she had heard her mother pleading for the depraved, ruthless Nazi soldiers to keep on doing it to her-fucking her. And she had truly seen her mother reaching greedily for hard cocks to suck on, taking them fucking deeply down her throat while she slurped them and gulped the creamy flow of the soldiers' male stuff.
Juvenile that she was, Yvette vowed solemnly she would never permit herself to be subjected to sucking on a man's-any man's-ugly cock. She knew she could not fight off a man's getting on top of her, forcing himself between her legs and spearing his prick into her and fucking her.
But she would never suck on a man's filthy prick!
Suddenly, Yvette was perplexed. The nude German officer no longer was bathing her and touching her in those maddening places. Slowly, uncertainly, she turned in the tub, splashing in the sudsy water.
"Get out," he said and she looked up at him. She drew a slow, deep breath, glad she was unable to see his bared genitals because of the big towel he held up for her. Yvette made a feeble gesture at covering her titties with a crossed arm and her virginal mound and pussy with a hand.
Quickly, he dried her shivering body from head to toes and let her clutch the towel about her nakedness. She whined in mild protest as he hugged her to his hard, muscular body and held a fresh bottle of cognac. Yvette tried to recoil from the acrid aroma of the liquor, but his hand was on her neck and he forced the bottle against her lips.
"Drink, little French bitch-slut," he breathed harshly against her damp hair. "Drink plenty. Believe me, you will be glad that you did."
"I don't-I won't," Yvette tried to protest, but the liquor was spilled into her mouth and she swallowed, gasping and choking slightly. In minutes, as he held the bottle to her mouth, then his own, Yvette had the sensation the room was spinning and she would have spun with it, if he hadn't held her tightly in his arms. And the towel was slipping away and her own nudity was against his, feeling the rock-rib hardness of his massive cock against her tummy. It seemed the huge, hot head reached nearly to the wide valley between her adolescent titties.
And Yvette knew she was drunk. Oooooohhh, how the brandy burned like a fever in her flat little belly. Oooohhhh, how her nipples burned. Oooohhhh, how the fires were raging deep in her little pussy that had been violated by that soldier's rude finger, busting her cherry.
"You will wash me-all over," Lt. Schmidt breathed heavily on her, bending to capture her dainty lips with his harsh mouth, sucking them in and nibbling them until she thought she tasted her own blood.
She mumbled something totally incoherent as he dipped his tongue into her struggling mouth, forced her to move her tongue so he could suck on it. Yvette would have collapsed to the floor, except for his strong arms, his hands cupping the rounded buns of her bare little bottom.
"You will bathe me," he repeated, releasing her slightly as he stepped into the tub of water. She gawked at him, blinking foolishly, drunkenly, dumbly accepting the washcloth and the bar of soap.
I can't-won't-do it, Yvette thought dizzily as he squatted in the tube of still steaming water. She swayed a little drunkenly as she bent to saturate the washcloth, lathered it and began rubbing it over his back.
She deliberately kept her gaze from his solid prick protruding from the water when he leaned back in the old tub She avoided the gaze of his pale, metallic blue eyes as she swabbed his almost hairless chest. With a pitiful squeak, she cringed when he reached to grasp one of her lean bare thighs, then pushed a hand between her legs to cup her crotch, a finger dipping up into her, right inside her fluttering little pussy that was so snug around the finger.
"Pleeeeeeaaaassssseeee, don't?" she pleaded in a little-girl voice. For the first time, since he had leaned back, her blue eyes sought his genitalia, gaze resting on the dark, purplish head glistening like the head of some kind of vile serpent.
Deiter Schmidt chuckled condescendingly and he wiggled his fingertip in her burning little snatch-hole. "Yes, you will learn to say please and want it and do it," he said lightly, yet Yvette detected an ominous tone in his arrogant voice.
He pushed her hand with the cloth away and stood, dripping in the tub. Before he said anything, Yvette knew what he demanded of her now.
"No," she said in a weak, numb voice, staring at his erect cock, his dangling balls, the strands of pale hair that dripped water. "I won't," she said, defiant, yet filled with terror.
"You will," Schmidt grumbled, steel in his voice as he seized her by the moist hair and quickly pushed her head under the water, holding her there until she nearly passed out. When he let her up, gasping and gagging, he took her wrist, shaking away the washcloth and pushed her limp fingers against his pulsing cock.
"Use the bar of soap and your soft little hands on it and wash them good-my cock and balls," he ordered in a lustful, croaking voice.
Yvette sobbed painfully, almost blinded by scalding tears of fear and humiliation as she groped and her fingers closed around the firm, smooth flesh of his prick. Timidly, ineptly, she reached with the soap and began rubbing the bar over the slick head of his prodigious cock, up and down the sides and the underside and the top of his prick.
His grip eased on her wrist when she ministered to his hot, hard balls, sighing with sexual relish. "Soap them good and use your hands to wash them good. Work the skin back and forth over the head," he groaned.
Yvette let the soap slip from her hand and she got both hands on the shaft of his cock, working them, in effect jacking him off slowly, steadily, arousing his passion to an even higher pitch.
All the while she cried softly, the sounds of her weeping the only ones in the room except the tall German's lustful breathing. She stared at his husky balls, lifted high in the smooth-skinned scrotum, fumbled for them and swabbed the lather over his huge cod.
Greedily, he reached for her and his right hand covered her left breast, the palm rubbing over the deep pink tip. Yvette stifled a wailing cry as he pinched the dainty nipple, sending electrical stings flashing down her body into her tummy.
"Aaaahhh, good enough," Schmidt panted. When she bent to retrieve the washcloth to swab away the suds, he deterred her. "No, leave it; I will fuck you with my soapy cock and you will have the cleanest pussy in town." And he laughed lewdly as he stepped from the tub and picked her and tossed her onto the creaking bed.
"Yes, you will have a cleanly fucked cunt."
Yvette cowered there, staring fearfully at her adversary. The tears had stopped; her eyes were clear; still, her frail body shuddered with dry, silent sobs as he climbed, dripping onto the bed with her.
She tried to clamp her legs together, but Schmidt seized her ankles and spread her thighs wide open, holding her legs up straight as he nestled his lean body between them. Yvette peered down at his wobbling genitalia, felt the soap suds drip in soft plop-blobs onto her heaving tummy.
The German looped her ankles over his shoulders and bent her almost double as he hovered like a smooth-skinned vulture over her. She cried in dismay and apprehension when she felt the hot shaft and knob of his cock rub across her sensitive belly.
He looped a long arm behind her neck while he fumbled with his right hand for his weapon. "Aaaaahhhh, my God!" Yvette screamed, feeling the head of his alien object nudging at her tight little sex-crevice.
"Uuuurrrrggggg," Schmidt frowned, probing with more force, the weight of his hips behind the short hunchings. "Damned tight. You will be a snug little cunt-fuck."
"Eeeeyyyiiii!" Yvette screamed in terror as pangs of pain lanced through her immature loins. He had found her entry with a long finger and gouged it all the way to his doubled fist into her cringing cunny.
She struggled beneath him, gasping for breath, fighting for breath as a curtain of unconsciousness descended slightly, then lifted. She howled quaveringly as he wobbled his finger around in her, trying to open her to receive his monstrous prick.
"Pleeeeeease?" she screamed, again conscious of the blunt head of his tool of flesh. This time he managed to gouge it into the pinched smile of her pussy lips, slicking the pick inner petals with soap suds. She felt his knuckles and his fist as he maneuvered his long cock.
A fever flashed through her as she felt the point of his sex-instrument poised at the nervous cavity between her outwardly stretched thighs.
Holding the staff of his prick steady, he hunched roughly and the little blonde screamed in anguish, sensing a tearing between her legs as her pelvis was stretched and she received the harsh penetration of the head of the German's cock.
"Maaaaama!" Yvette shrieked pitifully, every nerve in her body afire and screaming as he bored down and into her body. Her hands tangled in her long blonde hair and she prayed to die or faint.
The farther he invaded her, the more bloated her belly felt. Even with some six inches of cock in her and another three of four coming at her, Yvette could feel the roll and rub of his balls against the splayed crack of her butt, against her bulging little asshole.
The rub of his obscene flesh against her insides was as agonizing as sandpaper, she thought, unable to writhe away from his relentless penetration.
He snorted and snuffled as he struggled above her, his chest against her face as he drilled his enormous prick into her, giving her the maddening sensation he was splitting her up the middle.
Suddenly, he stopped and Yvette was surprised, was able to draw a deep, shuddering breath. But in a minute he resumed; this time, drawing his cock out of her cunt a little bit, then hammering it back in.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" Yvette yelled in consternation, feeling fractions of an inch of cock going into her with each lustful thrust of his powerful hips. Every sense was alive in her and she could feel every inch and detail of his prick; the fat knob on the end, the blue veins that stood out like cords of waxed string, the huge flange of the corona that adorned the head.
"God, nooooo! Pleeeease stop? she sobbed in vain as the grunting, foul German officer continued to plow prick into her, planting it deep in her clutching snatch.
There was intense pressure through her bowels, through her belly, a stretching of her outer labia around the massive shaft of demanding cock. There was a searing, scalding sensation in the distorted trough of her vulva.
When he began rocking atop her, levering his prick around inside her, she squalled in misery. But she could feel the rasping tickle of his thick pubic brush and sensed he was almost all the way up her pussy now.
She was completely gorged with his cock, helpless to protest or escape. And the way he had her body balled up, she found it almost impossible to breathe. She was almost relieved when he shuffled her calves from his shoulders and let her spread legs hang limp, toes not quite touching the bed as he scooped up her butt and repositioned himself.
A squeaking sensation cascaded through her as he slowly withdrew his prick, leaving her with an eerie empty feeling. But before the stretched walls of her twat could collapse, he banged the length of his cock back into her quavering snatch, bringing a cry to her dry lips.
She whimpered in torment as he began fucking her, his cock sawing away at her tender insides, stretching her pussy out of shape-the walls and the rubbery bottom. But the sensations of pain had diminished and her mind agonized over the keen realization of total degradation.
Above the creakings of the ancient bedsprings, Yvette could hear elsewhere in the old village inn the sobbings of another girl-and another-and the shrill, wavering scream of Carmalle.
"I'm going to fuck your snug little cunt bloody," Schmidt grunted, pouring the prick into her coiling pussy.
Yvette recognized the insane screechings of little Faubine Flambeau, then the sobbings of Marie Trodeaux. She needed no visual evidence to know that Marie and Faubine were getting the same as she was. Maybe worse. Maybe there were several with them; fucking and fucking and fucking them.
But Carmalle? They must be doing horrible things to her; not just sticking their filthy cocks in her to make her scream like that. After all, Carmalle had been married and just getting fucked by the Germans wouldn't make her scream like that.
Then a scream was forced from her own lips. It felt as though her inside were being ripped out as the brutal German atop her crammed both of his thumbs into her anus and was thumb-fucking her burning asshole.
An unbidden sigh fluttered from Yvette's pale, dry lips from the sudden release of pressure in her tortured pussy. Maybe he had torn out her insides; but his prick was going in and out of her cunt smoothly, slickly, wetly.
She swallowed dryly. Intuitively, she knew that her insides had loosened up and he was fucking her comfortably although the walls of her pussy were snug on his gliding, pistoning prick.
And the head of his cock, swollen so much, no longer caused her any pain as it slid far into her, past her sensitive cervix. She sniffed at the elusive fragrance of soap mingled with the musky, earthy odor of sex-of cunt and cock joined in rampant fucking.
A strange curiosity roused slowly in her brain. Each time he hauled his cock out of her cunt, she raised her head to peer between their bodies at his wet, red, thick prick-shaft buried in her body, so deeply between her upraised legs.
There was an almost triumphant satisfaction growing in her brain as she acknowledged she was taking him, all the cock he had to slam into her pussy. Too, it was weirdly satisfying to realize his fucking her could produce such mournful-sounding snifflings and such a painful expression on his male face.
Yes! A woman taking on a man could almost defeat him with just her cunt gobbling around his prick!
Tentatively, Yvette rocked her held bottom from side to side as he thrust in and out of her twat; then she rocked back and forth, bringing her ass up to meet his powerful fuck-lunges, dropping away as he pulled his cock out.
"Aaaarrrggghhhhh!" Deiter Schmidt groaned as if in pain. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her. She was taking his cock, milking it.
Yvette felt a convulsing expansion in the shaft and the head of his long prick and shook her ass with greater determination. A spasm of sweetness almost shattered her senses and she cried out sharply, shaking her trim little ass wildly as he plowed at her with increasing fervor, pounding prick to her.
He squalled deep in his chest and bang-slammed cock down into her clutching snatch, blasting jizz into her pussy, but not stopping, but fucking frantically, the little girl's red-hot cunt.
Yvette was unaware of the smug little smile on her lips as she stared up into his agonized face with a gleam of conquest in her blue eyes. Her cunt muscles squeezed delectably on his plunging prick, her insides reveling in the torrid flood of jizz she had fucked from his cock in seconds while he had been trying for several minutes.
Yes! A girl could use her cunt on a man and, in a sense, defeat him by sapping his lustful prick.
Knowing this, now, she kept going, fucking like crazy, making Deiter Schmidt, the arrogant German Nazi whine and whimper as his cock was milked into a rubbery mass of wilted flesh.
CHAPTER THREE
Yvette Giraud did not see Marie or Faubine or Carmalle when she was led from the village inn, in broad daylight. She was grateful she had been permitted to don her nightgown to conceal her nudity from her townspeople.
But it wouldn't have mattered too much because she was bewildered by the wild scene. The adults were separated by sex, the men herded to one side of the street, the women to the other. Those who weren't already stripped naked were ordered to disrobe, tossing their clothing into the center of the street.
Her ears were filled with the wailings of the women and children, the soft cursings of the men. Then the children, the little girls, were towed naked into the center of the street and fucked ruthlessly, one after another of the cruel, sadistic German's topping them.
Children as young as four years of age were screwed savagely, forced to take the cocks of the laughing conquerors in their mouths and forced to suck them off. She saw babies as young as fourteen months forced to mouth-fuck the gloating Nazi soldiers.
A Catholic priest venturing to complain about "the Geneva accords" or something was smashed to the ground with rifle butts. He had his robes and trousers ripped off. Two soldiers held him on his feet and his genitals were shot off and before he died his bloody prick was thrust into his mouth and crammed into his gasping, convulsing throat.
Yvette was too ill to even vomit, watching man after man of the village stretched out on the ground and women ordered to work on them with their hands and mouths, get them erect and squat on their pricks and fuck them into climax.
She saw very young babies thrown with mighty strength onto the cobblestones and their brains were stomped out as the villagers watched in horror and hatred and gaping disbelief. Then the nude villagers were marched away, leaving only nubile girls and young boys behind.
Carmalle was thrown into the room. A giggling German soldier clung to the hem of her long skirt and it came away, down her voluptuous hips, leaving her naked except for the peasant blouse and voluminous bloomers.
She floundered on the bed, kicking as her blouse was ripped away and the bloomers torn down her legs. She turned in a frenzy to spit and snarl at the four tormentors. Her big, plump tits were seized in iron grasps and she felt the flesh would be torn from her panting body. She was slammed in the back, between the shoulders and the breath gushed from her lungs as she was maneuvered.
Before she could muster a fight, a finger explored her pussy and another reamed into her tight, burning anus. "Dirty, filthy Huns!" Carmalle screamed, trying to squirm away from the grinning Bosch
She watched in horror and disgust as two of the Germans quickly undressed and thrust their white, long, hard cocks at her face. All the time the fingers in her twin holes were worming around, arousing wanton passion in spite of her contempt for her defilement.
But it had been a long time since hands had been on her lush, yearning body. And she would never have her husband again. She gasped for breath as lust was provoked in her innards by the two fingers that swizzled around and around, back and forth, finger-fucking her cunt and her asshole, driving her wild.
Carmalle screamed in anguish as her hair was seized and she was grabbed by the ears. Her face was held immobile and she stared cross-eyed at the slick head of the cock that was thrust into her mouth.
Involuntarily, her lips closed on the column of alabaster flesh and she sucked the immense head reflexively. The odor and salty taste of a male's genitals were strong in her mouth and her nostrils. Before she could whimper in protest, the leering German slowly fucked inch after inch of his cock into her convulsing throat.
All the time, the fingers in her pussy and her bowels were driving her to a passionate frenzy. It had been so heavenly, she mused in disgust, lying with her husband, having his hands all over her naked body, finding all her hidden, secret erotic zones and fingering in and out of her moist pussy and into her asshole. And she had grown to crave his prick slamming into her-even into her rectum.
And it had been so glorious, going down on his hard prick with her lips and forcing painful sounds from him as her tongue worked around his cock, slobbering and swallowing her spit and his cream, then his jizz.
The finger in her asshole hooked and she cried plaintively as she was fucked in the throat. Oooohhhh, God, that finger up her butt hurt! But then it straightened and was finger-upping her ass again in a sort of rhythm with the one she was getting in the snatch.
There was a soft, meaty plop-sound, like a cork leaving a bottle and her asshole was empty. But just for a minute, just long enough for the soldier to mount her broad rear, find her opening and chock her rear cavity full of immense prick. Even as she was being fucked at both ends, the finger up her twat was about to drive her crazy.
Her juices were flowing, the nerves were tingling all through her vibrating body, the muscles were contracting around the cock that was cornholing her and the prick that was bludgeoning her in the gullet.
They were going to make her cum any minute!
Carmalle shrieked softly and her naked back bowed upward as the cock slammed deep into her guts and began spewing liquid fire into her heaving body.
She had time to gag only briefly and she had a throat full of flooding prick. And her pussy was exploding on the rampant finger that was churning around in her itching, burning traditional fuck-hole.
A deep sense of shame and humiliation ebbed through her as she gulped the cock and tasted the musky jizz flushing into her throbbing throat. Her anal walls crushed around the cock imbedded deep in her ass. The scalding flood was diminishing and a silent sigh rippled through her.
But he wasn't withdrawing his huge prick. Instead, she felt it expanding, heard him groan. Ooooohhhhh, nooooo, she wept silently, her insides alive and burning and waiting.
Then it came off in her. And the grunting German pig was pissing her bowels full. A plaintive whimper was emitted through her nostrils as the strong stream of urine scalded her insides, flowing into her guts. Her belly felt bloated and she thought she could hear the gurgle of his piss as he filled her to the point of overflowing.
Still, he kept his cock socked away in her asshole as the finger up her twat wiggled and hooked and fucked away at her tormented fuck-channel.
He had his hands on the rounded balloons of her behind, working the firm flesh around. She gasped harshly on the prick she was sucking, feeling the slow, careful extraction of cock from her rectum. She was astonished that she had the strength to keep all that piss inside her as the head of his prick slipped out of her deep, tight hole.
The soldier pressed the cheeks of her ass against her itching entry, laughing as he held her ready. "Ooooohhhhh, Godddd!" Carmalle choked, feeling another prick-head at her tender opening. Then she was again being asshole-fucked, taking prick in wet, slopping lunges. The first prick she sucked was replaced by another, fucking away in her mouth. And, despite her aversion and contempt for her degradation, she found she was again sucking cock in a frantic frenzy, hearing the coarse words of the Germans commenting on what a sweet cock-sucker she was and how good her asshole felt on their pricks.
And her pussy continued to crash enthrallingly as she was finger-fucked into a sexual madness. For a minute all she could think about was the mess they were going to force her to make with all that piss in her bowels.
And the cock cornholing her was rammed up her with the heavy balls throbbing against the lips of her pussy and the hand that was finger-fucking her and it was shooting jizz up her butt hole.
And this one didn't take it out either when he had finished discharging cum in her ass. She felt his straining and in a minute she felt his water start. Just a trickle at first, so tight was her ass around his shaft. But in a little time he was spurting freely into her, his stream becoming larger and more forceful, a veritable flood.
Ooooohhhhh, Jesus, she quailed in absolute misery, the cock now gushing her mouth full of foul semen. And her belly was so swollen, so full of vile piss she felt it was going to burst. Surely, she couldn't hold in all that vale piss-water long enough to get to the toilet.
But the cock was eased out of her butt hole after the man fucking her mouth pulled out his prick. With painful effort she held their piss in her as she was lifted and one of the soldiers kicked a bucket into the middle of the floor.
Carmalle was lifted from the bed and set down roughly on the bucket. With a squeaking whimper, her body released and she was gushing piss and cum into the bucket. Still, they wouldn't stop tormenting her.
The heads of two cocks were tucked into her mouth, expanding her cheeks until she must have looked as though she had the mumps.
Unaware of her actions, her hands lifted and cupped the two pairs of balls, massaging them lovingly as her throat was penetrated by the ruthless thrust of the two naked men's hips. She was astonished she was able to take two cocks fucking her in the throat at once.
Her jaws ached and the skin of her cheeks felt numb, sedated, they were stretched so much. She felt hollow inside, having emptied her guts. But her pussy, the lips so swollen and gaping, burned with unsatiated desire.
Ooooohhhhh, Christ! she actually wanted to be fucked! What was worse, she sensed they knew she craved having her cunt wedged full of their pricks-one after the other-not stopping but long enough for one man to crawl from between her legs, off her soft belly and another to climb on her.
A young boy, perhaps fifteen, would have fled down the stairs and into the village street if his escape hadn't been blocked as Yvette was led back into the inn by Lt. Deiter Schmidt The boy, wearing only his underpants, was pursued by two naked German soldiers, one of them ghastly ugly and huge with a shaved head.
As the boy was dragged back into the inn, Carmalle was towed down the stairs and thrown onto the rough-hewn floor scarred by a thousand boots of the village fishermen-and lately the Germans.
Carmalle seemed too spent to even try to shield her lewd nudity from the eyes of the others in the austere room. She lay half on her side, half on her back, huge, conical breasts lolling, one leg straight, the other scissored upward, the knee yawning to disclose her hairy snatch, the lips swollen and gaping to reveal the delicate, pink inner petals of flesh.
The boy screamed in panic as his underpants were torn from him as he was held in the huge arms of the grotesque soldier who then slammed his skinny bottom down on a barstool. For a minute Yvette thought the giant soldier was going to attack him with his monstrous prick and the little blonde could visualize that gigantic prick ripping the boy's asshole apart.
But the growling, depraved German exercised another penchant for young boys. He stood on his knees, pushed the kid's lean legs open, fingers biting into the flesh of his thighs and obscenely gobbled up his cock and balls with a lecherous slurp.
The boy howled, face wan, eyes wide as his cock was eaten. His butt danced on the seat of the stool as he was held by the shoulders by the second soldier.
Yvette was led to the bar and Schmidt said softly, "Take off your skirt and get my cock out of my pants. I will sit on the stool and you will fuck me while we watch."
With a dazed, fearful glare, Yvette stared at his malign ant face, the steely pale eyes and mournfully let the skirt fall to the floor and kicked it away. Then she turned and unbuttoned the fly of the officer's britches, fished inside and lifted out his hard, huge cock.
With a whimper, she was lifted, turned so she straddled the German and was set down roughly, his enormous prick penetrating her burning pussy, stabbing all the way into her like a fleshy sword. She whined as her insides were stretched, but in minutes the convulsing walls of her little cunny adjusted to the cock that was as thick as a man's wrist.
In spite of her resolve not to, she turned her head to watch the little boy have his cock sucked. When the ugly soldier had sucked him to immense erection, he let his balls slip from his slobbering thick lips. On his muttered, guttural request, someone handed him a length of strong cord and he knotted it around the boy's scrotum, next to his cock, shutting off his balls.
The boy's scream was shrill and pitiful as the hideous German resumed his noisy blow-job. Yvette sensed the kid would be unable to ejaculate from the pain in his swollen testicles. And the lecherous German could suck him off as long as it pleased him.
Someone said something to him and, still holding the knob of the boy's prick in his fat lips, he looked over his shoulder with tufts of hair at the supine Carmalle. Taking a couple of loud cock-sucks, he nodded, stood, seized the boy and hurled him atop the voluptuous brunette, between her legs.
The kid was so aroused with need of relief he was no problem for the giant German who stared with lurid interest at the pair. He squatted, took the boy's cock, pushed Carmalle onto her back, her legs fanned wide.
"Give it to her; fuck her ripe cunt," the German growled as he set the head of the kid's cock, pushed his ass, shoving his young prick all the way into Carmalle's waiting pussy. The boy responded like an animal, adjusting his balance and slamming cock into a receptive snatch the first time in his young life.
"Eeeeeiiii-Aaaarrrgggghhh!" Carmalle screamed and growled and howled. Her bare feet bounced into the air and she shook her ass, widening her saddle to take the boy, then snuggling her bent legs to his flanks as he sniffled and squalled in lustful enthrallment as her hot cunt snuckled around his plunging prick.
Yvette, with her back to Deiter Schmidt, tried to close her eyes, not watch the obscene antics of the older woman and the kid who was pumping and pouring prick into her greedy body with an increasing speed.
Her own body was responding wantonly to the cock in her as Schmidt lifted her light-weight body and plunged her pussy back down on his goring prick.
"Aaaaayah-aaaayahhhh," Carmalle began blubbering as her luscious body cavorted under the panting kid whose nuts were tied off by the string. She climaxed violently, tried to hold the kid's cock all the way up her twat, but his pleasure was so intense he defied her legs folded across his lunging butt.
Yvette could hear the sodden sound of the kid's prick as he belted it into the groveling brunette who was sobbing for him to thud the cock to her, no, no, no, let it soak in her spasming pussy.
He buried his face between her enormous breast globes and she pressed them against his face as he rutted and snorted, pounding his cock into her viscous pussy.
And Yvette could hear the meat sound of cock socking pussy as her body was lifted, dropped back on the prick that was stabbing into her, toward her womb. And she could smell the earthy fragrance of sex, of cock and cunt, of fucking and fucking.
Carmalle's sex-gun was firing constantly and she was yelling like a tormented animal as the boy continued his exertions, slam-banging his cock into her feverish pussy.
Then Schmidt's prick exploded and Yvette screeched in surprise as her insides were plastered with seething cum. A hand went to her stretched crotch as she was permitted to sit on the soldier's thighs, his cock all the way up her. Her back bowed and she flung her little blonde head back as a finger ruptured the O'd smile of her vulva and the tip pressed the little nub of flesh of her clit.
"Eeerrrrr-aaaggghhhh!" she shrieked as the cock in her and the finger propelled her into a soul-rending orgasm. Her asshole, tickled by his thick, coarse sex flax twittered delectably as her climax reached an even higher plain of ecstasy.
In a daze, she knew sometime she would be forced to accept a cock up her asshole, cornholing her. Her head flagged from side to side. The way her asshole felt, she almost wished the man fucking her would haul his cock out of her pussy and ram it into her butt and give her some kind of relief.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Faubine Flambeau," the golden-haired little girl said timidly, tearfully as the door of the room closed behind her and the two Nazi soldiers. She shivered in apprehension as hands ran over her unhaltered breasts, stroked down her slender body, over her flat tummy.
"Pleeeeassse!" she whined, heart hammering as her skirt was loosened and slid toward the floor. She struggled ineffectually as the blouse was lifted over her head.
"Nice little French split-tail," one of the soldiers murmured, breathing heavily, standing back to admire her bare body as he undressed, clumsily in his haste.
"Ooooohhhh, God, please don't," Faubine wept softly, hearing Carmalle, Marie and Yvette elsewhere on the second floor of the inn.
Her frail body stiffened as the large hands of the two soldiers were back on her body, caressing her golden skin, a fingertip nudging into her navel. She writhed on wobbly legs as her buttocks were rubbed, as her proud, jutting breasts were mauled and squeezed.
Fingers pried into the pinch of her butt crack, found her anus and pushed until she cried in pain. She didn't understand the guttural mutterings of her tormentors, but their coarse laughter and what they were doing left no doubt of her ultimate fate.
Tears streamed as she was lifted by arms and legs and laid out in the middle of the bed. At first she kicked with a bare foot as one of the leering soldiers climbed on with her, hovered like a giant over her naked body.
She blinked away the tears, lifted her head momentarily and stared between the firm globes of her chest at the heavy, dangling monster that sprouted from his hairy crotch. She was held down firmly by the second man who assisted in opening her legs by seizing a trim ankle and levering her leg up and so far apart she felt a creaking in her pelvis.
Faubine cringed as the tall German stretched out atop her, pressing the length of his long prick against her belly, his balls lolling against the cheeks of her trim ass. The heat was intense and she recoiled mentally from the coming debauchment.
"Hold her good," the soldier grunted, easing his weight and dobbing the fat, wet head of his cock at her virginal slit. "Goin' to be tight. She's gonna scream and jump all around. You got to hold her good."
Faubine felt his eager fingers now, spreading apart the firm, untoyed-with outer labia. "Aaaaaiiiieeee," she squealed as the tender inner flesh of her gash seemed seared by the hot, hard head of his enormous prick.
"Her hole's goin' to be tight," the German grunted, setting the tip of his cock at her tiny opening. "Hold her still," he told his buddy in lechery. "I'm gonna give it to her hard and all the way."
The second German crawled onto the bed and lowered his naked ass onto Faubine's face. She could smell the sweat of him, the odor of his maleness. She moaned as her ankles were seized and her legs were sprung far back and wide apart, her feet above her head.
Keenly, she could feel the outer lips of her youthful pussy parted around the point of the German's prick. She gasped for air, feeling little nudgings of his cock at her opening as he waggled his hips.
With his hands holding her shoulders, he humped roughly. "Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!" Faubine squalled from initial pain of the sudden, stretching pressure at the entry to her body.
It wase shadowy between their bodies, but she could see the ghostly whiteness of the shaft of his cock aimed between her upraised legs.
"Can'tcha get it in her?" the man chuckled, moving his ass back on Faubine's face, preventing her from watching and almost smothering her. "Want me to let her see you give it to her?"
"Just hold the little slut still," his partner growled, again hunching, throwing his weight against his stiff prick.
Faubine screamed shrilly. The muscle around her entry was stretched horribly, a knife-like pain lancing through her loins as the thick, bulbous head of his cock popped inside her and was forced along the pinched channel of her cunny.
Her insides were aflame from torturous agony. She yelled for him to stop. That she couldn't take him. But he humped and bucked above her, driving his cock in, in, into her. She gulped for air, a sickness in her belly. Each inch of cock thrust into pussy was like a red-hot poker.
She never felt the tearing of her cherry, the accumulated pain was so intense. Each drive of his hips against his cock opened her up. The walls of her little twat burned unbearably as it was stretched out of shape.
Screams were born and died in her throat. Her arms were numb from the pressure of the German's restraining legs. Her belly felt crammed full and the rending pain spread all through her like eating flames.
"Fuck it to her!" the soldier sitting on her face, his balls sagging under her chin, cackled.
"I am! I am!" the panting German snorted as he hunched his ass. And he was. Faubine could feel the blood-veined cock inching into her, the heavy knob plowing her open.
Ooooohhhh, how much more? she wondered, knowing her insides were being ripped to shreds. Then she felt the wispiness of his pubic brush on her hairless mound. And his big, fat, obscene balls were now plopping against her upturned bottom.
A silent sigh sluttered from her lips, a sigh of relief. The pain was easing and she didn't know whether it was from a numbness or the natural acceptance of a man's prick by a pussy.
But, at least, the pressure seemed to be easing and the intensity of the fire was simmering down deep in her aching little pussy. And, mercifully, the foul German had scooted his sweaty ass from her face and she could breathe freely. Her legs were released to dangle downward, still held apart by the thick body wedged between them.
A limpness like exhaustion stole through her and her heels knocked against his bare ass as he began pulling out, pushing into her body. She stared vacantly at the ceiling, lying limp as he began pumping his prick.
A sweet shiver flickered through the little girl, feeling the snug, slick glide of his massive cock in and out of her cunt. She was bewildered as all pain fled, worrying that she had been torn open, made into a shell good for nothing, ever, but being fucked.
Snock-snock-snock-snock.
She could feel the full length and girth of his cock each time he thrust in, his balls plop-plopping meatily against the bulge of her asshole, in the flattened crack of her butt. An almost comfortable feeling crept over her, flushing her body with heat.
"Ooooohhhh, quiiiiitttt," she pleaded, her body tussled from side to side as he seemed to be endeavoring to cram more cock up her cunt than he actually possessed.
"You're givin' it to her good, now," the German sitting on the edge of the bed muttered, watching her being defiled by the industrious plunging of cock into her pussy.
Faubine's body stiffened as the plump head of the cock fell out of her trough when the man fucking her pulled it out too far. For a moment, a strange emptiness welled through the girl, an emptiness like deep hunger. But it persisted for only a second as the man atop her stabbed his hand back between their crotches, grabbed his cock at the base and adjusted the alignment.
"Aaaaauuuugggg," he growled, throwing his cock back into her fluttering hole. And he was again fucking her furiously, pounding his cock home, stuffing her pussy. A new kind of fire began to kindle in her belly and her butt hole as he sawed away at her tender, intimate flesh with his prick.
When he buried his cock to the balls in her, Faubine's eyes widened in dismay and apprehension. She wondered if he were finished and would soon roll away from her and she would have to take on the other soldier.
But he wasn't finished; he worked his arms under her and lurched into the air, spinning her with him, still spindled on his prick, landing on his back with her sitting on his monstrous cock.
Faubine would have toppled to the side, except for the cock deep inside her pussy and his hands gripping her flanks. She whimpered in alarm as he palmed the firm cheeks of her ass and lifted her up off his long cock.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee," she moaned as he let her slide back down on his shaft of flesh. Something akin to a thrill of feeling flickered through her heaving loins from the sensation of his huge cock slipping back up into her.
He lifted her again, let her pussy slide back down on his prick. And she experienced the same elusive thrill, stronger this time. It was almost good, the feeling of cock up in her.
A sob of dismay choked in her throat as he began tossing her young body up and down on his pulsating prick. Her insides began coiling and writhing around the solid, blood-ridged meat each time it skewered all the way up inside her sex-tunnel.
She peered down into his intent face at his steady, steely eyes. A deep sense of shame still lurked in her mind, despite the awesome feeling of pleasure that was creeping slowly through her body.
When his hands went to the proud melons of her titties, she glanced down at them, finding, for some reason, she didn't mind his hands moving on her skin, fingertips denting the pliant flesh. Her back arched as she voluntarily brought her singing pussy down on his long, meaty stem and she actually pushed her chest forward, putting her jutting cones firmly in his palms.
Faubine was only dumbly aware of the second German getting back on the bed, she was having difficulty coping with the strange, alien ecstasies flooding through her body like flashes of hot lightning.
She stared at the naked man's middle, her mind numb like she had had too much wine to drink. She continued to pump her lithe body up and down on the cock of the man lying prone under her, even as she peered at the man's genitalia that would have been grotesque and ugly, if she were fully sane.
Without protest, she let him take her head, hands on either cheek. When he pressed his thumbs against the hinges of her jaw, she obediently opened her mouth, sniffed loudly as the head of his cock was pushed against her dry lips.
"Take it, little girl-fuck," he said amiably.
And Faubine swallowed, opened her mouth wide and accepted a mouthful of sturdy prick. Her tongue rested dormantly in her crammed face as she seemed to contemplate what to do, what he wanted her to do.
And she continued riding the cock in her pussy, shivering with ecstasy each time the massive knob plunged upward toward her throbbing womb.
"Uuuuummmmmm!" she murmured through her nose, tasting the hot, musky meat of prick. Saliva gathered around the head and she swallowed, her tongue working, .almost savoring the lewd cock the man was beginning to punch at her violated face.
She coughed briefly as the plump cock-bulb was pushed at the curve of her throat. Faubine brought her little ass down hard on the prick buried in her and sucked ravenously on the cock goring past her tonsils.
She tried to glance up questioningly as a hand lifted one of hers. Then she understood as the soldier shaped her small fingers around his dangling cod. Without hesitation, she brought up her other hand and molded it around his massive balls. Without missing a stroke, she fucked herself on the cock under her and the one in her mouth.
All thoughts of humiliation fled from her young mind as she caressed and stroked and tugged and milked the handfuls of male appendage. The feel of a man's balls did have a fascination, she mused dully, her pussy shuddering convulsively around the cock driving into her fuck-hole. And the taste of prick wasn't horrid at all. She slurped the fat glans when the cock was pulled out, just before it was jabbed forcefully, yet with a gentleness into her gullet.
Under her, the German was beginning to bleat and his body bucked and rolled as he was fucking her twice as fast as she was him. He rammed his cock up into her twice to each time she brought her pussy down on it.
She felt every detail of the expansion of his cock, knew something strange was about to happen to her, up inside her body, deep between her trembling thighs.
His hands were on her flanks, guiding her up and down on his pulsing prick. Then, as she took cock all the way down her throat, until the coarse hair on the man's groin tickled her nose, there was a scorching eruption deep in her pussy.
She whimpered in alarm at the torrid flushing deep inside her body and her body was slammed down hard on his exploding cock.
He was still gushing her pussy full of jizz when the man fucking her in the mouth slammed his cock into her face and his cock spurted wildly, into her stomach. Her small hands milked his big balls and her thumbs nursed along the underside of his cock, near the base as he spewed cum into her mouth.
It isn't so bad, she thought dizzily as the two cocks sprayed in her pussy and her mouth; just so there aren't any more for me to have on me, fucking me and making me suck them off.
A time later, when they heard Carmalle far below, the two men crawled off her and helped her put on her skirt. The door was opened and she was led onto the landing. Hearing sounds back along the way, they drew her there to an open door.
Dazedly, Faubine stared in at little Marie on hands and knees in the middle of a rumpled bed. A soldier was fucking her in the mouth and another was doing it into her ass. Faubine could see quite clearly, the cock going in and out of the little auburn-haired girl, cornholing her with rampant, rapacious speed. And Marie was sucking cock just as noisily and avidly as she had done, milking and caressing the soldier's balls, just as she had done.
After a few minutes, Faubine was led away and they started down the stairs. They stopped about halfway. She stared in disbelief at the boy between Carmalle's legs, fucking her with a frenzy of rapidly plunging prick.
There was Yvette sitting on that officer's legs. And Faubine knew, instinctively, Yvette had his cock fucked in between her dangling legs.
Then they progressed on down the stairs, circled around the giant, ugly soldier with the shaved head. The boy, sobbing, was lifted by the hideous man, his young prick still spurting. The big soldier, flattened the kid out on the rough floor on his belly, got behind him and wadded him into a human ball.
She felt feverish and faint, watching that monstrous cock wedged into the crack of the boy's ass, heard him scream once before he fainted as the huge German plunged his cock up his lean butt.
Even with the kid unconscious, the lecherous German kept on fucking, cornholing him. At last, when he orgasmed, he kept the boy pinioned on his prick, picked him up and stumbled up the stairs with him.
Many times, in the days and nights to pass, they heard the boy-and other boys-scream in agony as they took cocks in their assholes. And it was not an uncommon sight to see young boys on their knees, giving blow-jobs to Nazis who had the urge.
CHAPTER FIVE
A few weeks later, when the Germans had relaxed their vigilance and spent most evenings drinking themselves into stupors, led by Carmalle, the girls tried to escape.
But they were apprehended by a German patrol boat as they tried to cross the Garonne River in a fishing boat. They were taken aboard and the small boat was riddled with splintering machine gun fire and sunk.
In tears and fear, they were returned to the village, paraded to the inn and turned over to their custodians.
White-faced, Deiter Schmidt tore off Yvette's clothes and spanked and slapped and totally humiliated.
"Have your way," he told the three men from the boat who had brought them back to captivity.
Without even the dignity of privacy, the three young girls were stripped naked in the harsh light of the inn. The three Nazis from the boat didn't even bother undressing, but with bottles of cognac in hand, unbuttoned their pants, flopped their pricks into the open and the girls were forced to kneel and suck them hard.
With arms wrapped around her head, weeping in despair, Yvette knelt in an animal position, her white, smooth, rounded bottom up in the air, waiting for the beast to plunder her while others watched and laughed.
Mercifully, they had made Carmalle drunk until she had no physical control and she staggered and fell and floundered around on the floor. But Marie and Faubine were on their backs, a German between their legs, fucking them like mad animals.
Once, Yvette cried out to Schmidt who was the only German who had her since the village was captured without a shot or a warning. But he spurned her with thin, tight lips and kicked her in the stomach until she wretched, out of breath, unable to even throw up.
Then the German off the boat was kneeling behind her, running his greedy hands over the round, white moons of her butt. She whimpered softly as he traced a finger through the shallow canyon between the smooth hillocks and dabbled it against the brownish dimple of her anus.
"Her asshole okay, Lieutenant?" he said in guttural delight.
Yvette sobbed in a shuddering breath at the horror of that. Even Schmidt had not violated her there. He had always been content to merely fuck her dizzy and make her suck his explosive cock.
She winced at the stab of pain as the finger was pressed against her anus. She reeled forward, but an arm under her held her helpless, in position for debauching. She stifled a cry of agony as the finger was pushed relentlessly, brutally into her rectum and squirmed around.
"Pleeeeeeaaaassssse, Deiter!" she cried, never before having said his first name.
But he merely put a foot on her neck and held her to the floor as the finger probed all the way to the fist up her ass. With the finger still feeling like a bar of hot steel in her butt, the hand under her fumbled to open her pussy. Fingers aimed the head of the man's cock and he speared it deep into her cunt.
His was an enormous prick and Yvette felt the thin partition between her cunt and rectum was being severed. She squalled for mercy, even as he began fucking away at her cringing pussy.
The walls of her cunt quaked uncontrollably around the lancing German cock. And just as the pain was ebbing in her ass, he uncorked her cunt, pulled out his finger and set the head of his ravaging monster against the sphincter of her rectum.
"Aaaaaaawwwwwgggggg!" she blurted in a wavering gurgle, feeling the wet heat of the immense knob on the end of his prick. Her anus, still stretched, had no chance to collapse before he hunched violently and his cunt-moist cock banged some six or seven inches into her tortured bowels.
With a satisfied growl, the man from the patrol boat commenced cornholing her in long, slop-slop strokes. There was a deep retching in her belly as she was forced to take the intensely deep penetration, feeling she was being ravaged all the way to her belly button.
Defensively, she reached back to her bottom and tried to close her fingers around the prick pistoning into her asshole. But her depraved attacker merely laughed and gripped her hand, forcing her to hold his swaying balls as he continued hammering his cock into her guts.
She prayed he would cum quickly, get his obscene prick out of her butt hole, but she then wondered what he would do to her or force her to do if his lewd pleasure was short-lived. She gagged mentally, thinking he might force her to go down on him and suck his prick-after he had had it in her bowels.
Unbelievably, she could feel the taut flesh of her asshole fluctuating around his plunging organ. When he shoved his cock into her, the flesh was crammed inside, then let out as he extracted, just to slam back up into her again.
And she could feel, deep in her bowels, the great knob of his cock, the thick flange behind it. "Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh," Yvette gurgled, smelling the aroma of sex all around, the fragrance of cocks wedded to cunts and her own, the pugency of prick and her asshole.
She moaned and her body quivered as the hand under her found her wet, gaping pussy and the man riding her behind began finger-fucking her.
Lust grew in her and her cunt strained delectably around the squirreling finger. She howled something unintelligible and the boot was removed from her neck. Her bowels were responding to the pummeling prick and a torrid heat began washing through to lick into her breasts, bringing the dainty nipples to rosebud points.
Oh, Jesus, she thought, he's going to make me. Even his prick going in and out of my butt is going to make m e go off and he's making m e like i t How can a girl like being flicked up the asshole?
Trembling, she braced her elbows on the rough floor and her head came up. Slowly, her vision cleared and she saw little Marie and Faubine being traded, the two men who had taken them on had them by the ears and were forcing them to fuck off their pricks a second time in their slobbering, mewling mouths.
And there was Carmalle, gorgeous, voluptuous tits swaying, staggering all over the room, stumbling and falling and catching herself in lewd postures, her snatch-gash gaping, the inner pink exposed.
Then her attention focused back on her own situation, feeling the tell-tale expansion along the thick, plunging shaft of the long cock. He's near, she thought hazily. Unbidden, she began lunging her naked body back on his skewering prick and the muscles of her asshole contracted around that gigantic cock.
"Aaaaahhh-ah-ah-ah-ahiiiiiieeeeee! she screeched as he banged home, burying his cock in her and turning loose a scalding torrent of jizz deep in her quivering guts.
Her snatch exploded simultaneously on the gouging finger and she was a shivering mass of tumultuous orgasm. She gritted her teeth, bit her lower lip to keep from screaming with ecstasy and letting them know she had never been so delectably fucked in her life.
As her orgasm faded, her attention was drawn in casual curiosity to the sound of pounding at the bar. Some of the soldiers had brought in wooden chairs with arms and were driving huge spikes an inch thick and some six inches long up through the seats.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," she purred softly, bending her head back to the floor as the man, finishing up in her, gave her half a dozen more cock-lunges to partly reawaken her passions and she felt her pussy and asshole quake pleasurably on his cock and his finger before he yanked them out of her, kicked her roughly in the bare ass.
There were four chairs with the long, thick spikes up through the bottoms. In a short time, the three young girls learned what they were for.
One after the other, Yvette, Marie and Faubine were lifted and carefully impaled on them-in their Tectums. While they screamed in tearful terror, their legs were lashed to the front legs and their arms were tied securely to the arms.
"You will learn," Lt. Schmidt said grimly, slapping them in turn. "You will spend the rest of the night here-your assholes fucking naked steel. Perhaps it will teach you that your German masters can be cruel as well as gentle with you."
He turned then in white-faced fury on the drunken Carmalle who was groveling on the floor, her nakedness exposed to the leering eyes of their captors.
They will kill Carmalle, Yvette thought, fearing to move on the iron spindle in her bowels.
But she was mistaken. Carmalle was lashed down on her back atop the bar. As her head was held up and more cognac was poured down her throat, two young German soldiers staggered into the inn with empty cognac bottles in their hands and a sack over one of their shoulders.
"We would have stayed longer, but ran out of wine and cognac," they giggled, bleary eyes surveying the grotesque scene. "The fishing is quite good in the Garoone River," one said dully.
As they stumbled toward the bar, weaving out of the way of the departing men from the patrol boat, Lt.
Schmidt shoved them angrily. The sack tumbled to the floor and several fish, flopping and wriggling escaped.
"Get your damned stupid fish out of here," he snarled, kicking at the healthy, scaly fish.
Someone spoke to him softly, cautiously. He grinned as the German officer composed himself, reflected and nodded abruptly. "Yessss," he hissed, "for the French slut. You have my permission."
Carmalle sobered slightly as a squirming fish about a foot long was dangled before her face. She writhed against her bonds while several German soldiers huddled around her naked body on the bar.
Almost intuitively she knew what to expect. She gasped with loathing-having never liked fish, the livelihood of her village-when the slimy creature was allowed to flop coldly against her opulent titties, over her heaving belly, between her splayed thighs.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, my God, noooooooo!" she squalled, her insides as cold as a tomb. She squirmed violently and was further constrained by half a dozen hands.
"Hold her firmly," the soldier who had spoken to Schmidt said, holding the fish by the tail and just back of the head. "Get her open."
Instantly, two hands reached between her legs, pursed the tendrils of thick, black hair out of the way, seized the thick outer lips of her vulva and spread them apart.
Carmalle humped her back helplessly, feeling the cold snout of the fish swabbed into her cuntal through. She cursed and spat into their gawking, leering faces. As the nose of the fish was pressed against her cringing entry, she prayed to die-at least to faint.
But her senses were too much alive, in spite of the liquor that had been forced into her.
"Aaaaggggghhhhhh!" she howled like a mad woman, feeling the fish flop about between her tensed thighs, feeling the head with its glassy, bulging eyes pushed into her with agonizing slowness.
All her senses recoiled in loathing and her nerves were too keenly alive. Her cuntal muscles contracted so violently, there was an intense aching pain deep in her bowels. She banged her head back on the bar, trying to lose consciousness.
The the head of the fish was inside her, captured, held only by the tail part of its body. Her screams echoed pitifully through the main room of the inn as the drunken German soldiers laughed with a fiendish glee.
"Oooohhh, my God," Caramalle squalled, helpless to retard or prevent the slow passing of the fish into her clutching cunt. And it was going in her so slowly, yet relentlessly. She could feel the trembling in its body as the nose was pushed pass the rubbery obstacle of her cervix.
She just knew insanity would seize her any second and she would be a mad creature all the rest of her life. The only movement she could get from her body was an undulation of her hips as if in coital cooperation.
It seemed each time she squirmed against the insertion of the fish, another inch of more of it slid into her. She yelled in terror, feeling the forward fins and the dorsal fin.
And she could smell it, a swampy odor as it was warmed by the heat of her convulsing pussy. How could she not faint? In spite of her dread of what they were doing to her, her cuntal muscles were assuming a rhythmic cluthching as if drawing inside her.
"Eeeeiiii-aaahhhhhhgggggg!" she screeched as the fish squirmed inside her and was given a mighty thrust that sent its nose far toward her womb.
"The French slut fucks fish!" a drunken German howled with carnal humor. "Look at her, fucking a fish!"
"Ooooohhhh, Jesus fucking-Christ!" Carmalle screeched as the fish flopped frantically for excape from her spasming snatch. She lifted her flushed face as high as she could, stared down the canyon between her lolling boobies and saw the swishing tail-all that remained visible between her straining thighs.
Someone touched the tender skin of her belly with the coal of a cigarette and Carmalle tossed and bounded, sobbing in a new agony. Her movement set the fish to fighting inside her pussy as if it were snared in a net.
She had no words to describe the sensations provoked by the scaly little monster. She had never experienced such maddening, unbearable convulsions before. Myriad feelings cascaded through her belly and her coiling snatch.
She was burned with another cigarette, then smelled a pungent aroma. A new fright enveloped her tormented mind. They were singing and burning away her forest of pubic hair!
The more she contorted her body, the more the fish crashed around in her pussy. Its thrashing was beginning to evoke sexual feelings that tingled like sharp needles all through her taut loins.
Cognac was dribbled into her gaping mouth and she swallowed, choking. Was it possible? "EeeeeeIiiiaaahhhhhh!" she squealed, unable to keep her body still as the fish flapped wildly. Was the filthy, beastly thing going to make her orgasm?
Carmalle's eyes glazed and stared blindly at the ceiling. Her guts were on fire and her snatch walls were milking around the hideous thing inside her. A shrill, quavering scream was like a siren as silent boom-booms began like rolling drums in her gripping, writhing cunt.
And she was cumming hard and tempestuously as the trapped fish fought with all its might in her flowing twat. And it wasn't like a cock giving her pleasure. The harder it flopped, the harder she climaxed. The harder she climaxed, the more it flopped.
There was no release in this constant orgasming. It was a torturous sexual provocation. But it wouldn't stop. Her cunt erupted and pinched all around the floundering fish that was, too, fighting for its life in her innards.
Oh, God, a prick fucking her was wonderful. But this was a sexual agony that was teetered on the brink of being intolerable.
And Carmalle, the beautiful young French woman got no relief until the fish died. Still, she was in insane torment because her gloating assailants left it imbedded in her body, the tail hanging limp from the slack outer lips of her pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
Without emotion, Yvette stared upward through the gloom at the naked Carmalle, Marie and Faubine slung in the old fish net high in the rafters of the rotting fish processing building that hadn't been used since the German occupation began.
Her wrist ached, her shoulder sockets hurt, but she hadn't struggled even when she was strung up by the wrists by members of the French underground or agents of Vichy French, she wasn't sure.
The only real feelings she had was one of sadness, wondering why her own people couldn't understand they hadn't collaborated with the Nazis, but they were captives and cooperation was their only means of survival.
Why wouldn't or couldn't they understand that?
She let her head hang slack, tears dribbling from her pinched eyes to fall into the peasant blouse and trickle down the valley between her breasts that had blossomed remarkably in the past three or was it four years?
And why had all those horrible memories of the first few weeks of the occupation come back to her so sharp and tormenting after all this time?
God! She would never forget the night of agony of being forced to sit in those crude torture chairs with those hideous iron spikes thrust in their asses while poor Carmalle lay on the bar with that dead fish buried in her cunt.
Her reverie was broken when the unshaven Frenchman slouched into the smelly building lit only by an open fire laid on a stack of old bricks. Perhaps they would be able to reason with their new captors when daybreak came.
"French sluts," the man spat at her as he uncorked a bottle of wine and slapped her face. "Nice French girls fucking the Nazi pigs!" he snarled, slapping her face, forcing her to totter and sway against the ropes binding her wrists high above her head.
"But we had no choice," Yvette said evenly, her right cheek burning like fire. She winced, but said nothing as he seized the neckline of her blouse and ripped it to her belly button.
And she knew, instinctively, why she had not been stripped and bundled in the net high in the rafters with the three other girls. Her skin seemed to crawl under the roving of his hands. She cried out softly as he seized her proud, luminous breasts and tore at them. Yes, she knew why she was left on the ground. For abuse by her own countrymen.
Her inclination was to spit into the whiskery face as the smelly man bent his face, breath heavy and sour with wine to nibble at one of her nipples. "Yyyyyiiii, God!" she breathed as his teeth closed sharply on the tender morsel and he chewed until blood seeped from the teeth wounds.
She gritted her teeth against a mixture of pain and pleasant relief when he left off chewing and began sucking the succulent tit-tip, then sucking in a whole mouthful of her jutting, proud cone.
Yvette turned her face aside when he spewed a mouthful of wine into her face, stinging her eyes. "We are going to kill off you collaborators," he leered, showing a missing tooth on the upper left side of his mouth.
Her eyes widened in fright as he brandished a long-bladed knife, thrust it against her strained belly. The sharp tip searched lower till it was at her very crotch and she was certain she was about to be impaled in the cunt and ripped up the belly, letting her guts spill out.
But the man angled the blade and thrust in through the skirt, between her legs. She could feel the steel slice past the puffy flesh of her pussy lips and her anus. The blade went through the skirt in back and the man, with a satisfied grunt, slashed downward, cutting all the way through the long hem.
I might as well be totally naked, Yvette thought gloomily as her tormentor resheathed the knife and reached through the front slash of the skirt, between her legs to palm her sex zone.
Yvette danced crazily on tiptoe when he thrust his thumb into her gash, found her sex opening and stabbed inside her. "You are all madmen!" she snarled at him, softly, grimacing with each brutal thrust of his warty thumb. "Yes, we are madmen," he agreed guzzling wine from the bottle. "We are mad at all of the French people who cooperated with the filthy Bosche!"
Yvette knew it was fruitless to try to reason with him. She winced as he curled his thumb in her tight cunny, tight despite the fucking and fucking and fucking she had taken from Deiter Schmidt.
Dully, she wondered where he was now. He had been good to her these few years. The only one who had had her except the night of their attempted escape. None after that to screw her and cornhole her and force her to suck cock.
He had probably fled as the Allies began storming through France.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeeee," she squealed. "Be merciful?" she pleaded.
He laughed coarsely and stood back, directly in front of her so she could watch him unbutton his pants. She looked away, but he slapped her, banged the nearly full bottle against the side of her head until her ears rang and eerie lights flashed behind her dazed, terror-filled eyes.
So, I'll watch, she shrugged silently, mentally, as her head cleared. Just another cock, Carmalle would have scoffed, Yvette thought bitterly, glaring at the dark hunk of meat in the dirty man's fist. Yes, just another prick; a French cock, this one.
She found herself studying the man's expanding phallus. She had learned much in the past few years. Why not? She had seen a number of German cocks and a lot of fucking. He will have a big one, she mused without emotion, watching him jack off to raise a full erection.
For a moment her heart was heavier than ever as she thought of the young French boys of the village kept behind to become "mistresses" of the more depraved German soldiers. Yes, she had seen all of them, at one time or another, naked and being cornholed with a laughing Nazi riding their lean butts.
Yvette squirmed slightly as the man slowly worked his cock to a long, thick hard shaft of flesh and he pushed the long neck of the wine bottle between her legs and into her nervous pussy.
She hated him most when he put his face close to hers and blew his foul breath into hers as he screwed the neck of the bottle back and forth inside her.
His eyes glittered madly as he yanked the bottle from her cunt and pushed his body against hers. She stared over his shoulder when he pushed his hard cock down and slipped it between her helpless, creamy thighs, letting it lever up against her luscious labia, the head against her burning asshole.
"We could keep you alive to be fucked by all De Gaulle's soldiers," he taunted her. "And the Americans and the British," he added thoughtfully. "But I think you would like screwing all the soldiers liberating France-the way you enjoyed fucking the damned Bosche!"
Yvette moaned as he eased back and the thick head of his cock plowed the silky-haired outer lips apart and slid into her tender sex-gash.
Just fuck your cock off in me and leave me be, she thought bitterly, morosely. She felt the entry to her vagina begin to flutter as the knob of his prick searched for her.
He will, she conceded dully.
Her jaws clenched and a tingling laced through her and the muscles in the inner planes of her tapering thighs trembled when the bulb of his cock found her opening and he bent his knees to pry it up into her.
He nearly lifted her from the rough floor when he leaned back to guzzle the wine, drain the bottle and toss it away. "I am surprised you still have such a snug cove-after fucking half the Nazi bastards."
It was on her tongue to dispute him, defend herself and say only two of them had had her-and one of them only once when she had tried to escape with Carmalle, Marie and Faubine. But he seized her flanks, hands on her bare skin and thudded his cock up into her quivering snatch as he lifted his body by straightening his legs.
Heat flashed through her loins as he lifted her, hands now on her buttocks, through the slit in the back of the skirt, on her curvy cheeks.
She hung painfully from the ropes as he tugged her crotch to him, her legs stiff out behind his working ass. Deliberately, Yvette crimped her sex-muscles around his thick, hard, driving cock, hoping she could make him cum immediately and cut short his carnal, depraved pleasure and get his ruthless prick out of her snatch.
But he merely chuckled lewdly, holding her firmly and punching his cock relentlessly into her gripping pussy. "Yes, you learned well or the Bosche taught you well how to fuck cock," he snarled deep in his throat.
"Oh, fuck me and be done," she taunted him, staring, unseeing beyond his head that was pressed to her bosom.
Yvette closed her eyes and breathed deeply, smelling their combined sex aroma mingling with the repulsive odor of fish. Her lips parted slightly and every fiber of her body quivered as he slammed his cock deeply into her body, stretching her spasming fuck-walls.
Ooooohhhh, God, she thought prayerfully, how can anyone-me-derive any kind of pleasure from this under these horrid circumstances? Yet--the young cunny muscles were responding with a flourish as her pussy was stabbed full of rampant, ravaging prick. Yvette's whine ended in a soft sob as the man rutted at her with his expanding prick, slashing it up into her aching, burning, itching cunt.
The front of his coarse trousers rasped against her maund with its now copious growth of cunt hair. And each time his groin banged against her sex-mound, her clit was agitated until it emerged from its little, fleshy sheath, tingling and burning enough to drive her mad.
I must be a sex-mad animal, she thought mournfully, sensing he was going to bring her out and around to climax long before he began spouting his prick full of jizz into her pussy.
She stifled a scream of ecstasy as her cunt exploded and flowed its hot, sweet honey around his plunging, lunging cock. But he knew she was orgasming, the way his fingers dug into the rubbery flesh of her butt, stretching the cheeks wide, flattening the crack of her ass.
"Oooohhhhh, my God," Yvette whined softly, then louder as he rammed his cock deep, provoking even harder cum-spasms and eruptions.
"Yeeeeah! Come on a good, big French cock, you damned slut!" the grunting man yelled fiercely, slam-banging cock into her viscous cunny.
Yvette tossed her head back, long, blonde hair hanging stringily down her bare back and screamed her adoration for big cock and being fucked. She begged him to cut her down and lay her out on the dank floor and really pour the prick to her loving pussy.
But he laughed harshly, squeezed his fingers into the pulpy flesh of her ass and rammed prick into her as fast as he could hunch his hips.
She gurgled with pleasure when his lips curled around one of her nipples and be began sucking ravenously as he fucked away at her vacuuming cunt. "Shoot your German-loving-fucking pussy as hard as you can," he taunted her.
Yvette howled wildly, weirdly in the echoing expanse of the old fish factory building. Jesus, he had an enormous, handsome cock and her pussy was devouring it avidly. Numbly, obsessed with lust, she mused that this was-or could be-the best fucking she had ever received.
"Fuuuuuuucccccck the cock to me!" she screamed. "Put me on the floor and get on top of me and tear off my skirt and really pound your prick into my pussy! Eeeeiiiiiiaaahhhhhh!" she howled and pleaded.
A delectable reverberation began deep in her snatch, echoing erotically through her belly, seeming to explode around his tongue as he curled it around her turgid nipple.
"Oooohhh, Christ, fuck the shit out of me!" she begged.
There was a new, more intense burning in her O'ed slot as his thickening prick tried to tow the pink, inner petals of her fuck rose into her clutching channel. She sensed little pop-poppings in her clit-gun and the agony of pleasure was almost unbearable.
With the fever of lust burning in her, she wished he would never shoot his jizz, but would keep on fucking her and fucking her 'til Garonne River froze over. Which would probably be never, she thought fuzzily.
But he had stopped screwing her, had his cock buried in her snatch. Every muscle that could respond tensed and the walls of her pussy contracted around his expanding prick.
"Aaaahhhhh-ah-ah-ahhhhgggggg!" she purred as the first bolt of his liquid lightning flashed and flooded into her. "So goooood," she whimpered, savoring the feel of his massive prick in her pussy, the gushing of his hot, thick jizz spattering the walls and the depths of her cunt.
If he would only cut her down, stretch her out and keep fucking her, she wouldn't care what happened. And if he wanted her to, she would grovel before him and crawl on her hands and knees and take his lovely cock in her hands and go down on his and blow-job him and suck out his jizz and give him pleasure and keep him hard and she would gladly set her asshole down on his wonderfully huge prick and cornhole him herself with her lithe body and suck him some more, keep him hard and spread her legs so he could really fuck his cock up her cunt.
But then it was over. Not because his cock-gun had stopped firing. No, because there was a sharp, crisp gunshot from the gloom of the old, deserted building.
The Frenchman died on his feet, a bullet through his brain from a German Luger. As he slumped away, his cock falling out of her, leaving her dangling with his jizz flowing down her legs, Deiter Schmidt strode into the dim light of the dying fire, putting the pistol in a pocket.
Grimly, he cut her down, holding her lithe body to him. "We have to hurry," he said tersely. "I have clothes."
Yvette leaned against him, panting. Then she pointed to the three naked young women dangling in the fishnet overhead in the creaking rafters. "Them?"
"For them, too," Schmidt said and Yvette noticed he no longer wore his uniform, but nondescript peasant garb. As he unlashed the rope holding the huge net aloft, he said, "Help me hold the rope to the let them down. We must hurry. I have a boat to cross the Garonne. We will go south."
CHAPTER SEVEN
After entering the boat, they motored up the Garonne River until they were in sight of Bordeaux. Surreptitiously, they began working their way southeast across France toward the Pyrenees and Spain.
All carried packs, Deiter Schmidt clinging to his zealously at night, even while he was fucking one or the other of the four young women. "If I am caught, I will be shot," he said often, laconically, "I may as well enjoy as much French pussy and fucking it as I can."
When asked what they were packing, he said, "Food, some small explosives. Oh, Goddammit to hell, don't ask!" Yvette speculated he carried valuables, maybe gold or jewelry.
All the time, Carmalle complained, wanting to be free. The only time she was quiet was when she managed to come by wine or cognac and she could get drunk-which she had been almost constantly since the incident of having the fish thrust into her pussy that night so long ago.
Yvette was surprised by Schmidt's patience with her. He never once hit her, but would soothe her for a time by telling her that, perhaps, soon, she could leave them.
But Yvette had no desire to leave-not then. The Vichy and underground seemed to be everywhere, trying to round up Nazi agents and spies, collaborators and informers. She didn't much relish or share Carmalle's belief that she would get her people to believe she had not been a willing accomplice of the Nazis or had cooperated without threat of life or death-whichever.
Although most of the overt work of the underground was focused far to the north, near the Belgian border, it was almost impossible to travel-especially to the south. Then, one mid-afternoon, they shrugged their way into Toulouse, like refugees fleeing the fighting.
But there, their avenue of escape seemed blocked. For a couple of hours they huddled in a littered alley while Schmidt considered. He sent Yvette out to obtain wine or cognac or whatever was available. And food, he said, cheeses and bread. As she shuffled out of her pack, she watched the furtive German quietly, calmly lay down Carmalle, pull up her tattered skirt, remove her panties.
"I think you may get to go away by yourself here," he said, unbuttoning his pants and taking out his cock. "You suck me good and hard and we will fuck for the last time."
Marie and Faubine sat unconcernedly as Carmalle silently obeyed, quickly taking his cock into her mouth and arousing him to a monstrous hard-on.
Before dusk, gray clouds linked arms and it began to rain. Carmalle, loquacious and exuberant at the prospect of leaving the refugees, was quite drunk on cognac. She was in such high spirits she offered to have Deiter Schmidt screw her again and she would even suck him hard, as earlier.
His smile was placid and inscrutable. "Well, lie down, my pretty and let me at least play with your enjoyable pussy. I am afraid, though, our recent fuck has done me for the day. But I would delight in fingering your wonderful cunny."
With a gulp of cognac and a torrid, slow smile, Carmalle lay down, hiked up her skirt and opened her legs. Even shook her black thatched snatch in invitation.
So beautiful, Yvette frowned as Schmidt laid a hand on her prominent love-mound and dipped a finger into her succulent snatch. She was puzzled when he gestured at one of the packs, motioned for silence as he extracted a long object.
"Eeeeiiiaaahhh," the intoxicated Carmalle giggled as he deftly worked it deep into her moist pussy. "Not a fingerrrrrr," she slurred her words. "Niceeeee, like a handsome big cock."
A chill of apprehension shivered through Yvette as she saw Schmidt fumble for a shiny object with a dial on it. Carmalle squirmed her exposed ass as he slipped a needle-like appendage into the object he had inserted into her pussy.
As he pulled down her skirt, he lifted her, held a fresh bottle of cognac to her pouting, full lips. Her eyes glittered in drunken happiness and she accepted his kiss wetly.
"You may go, Carmalle," Schmit said with a tenderness Yvette had not seen in him before. He helped the wobbly brunette to her feet and helped her negotiate the trash to the darkening, rain-gleaming street. "Goodbye, good luck," Schmidt said, giving her a little push in the middle of the back.
As soon as she had sauntered away with the bottle, opulent hips swaying, he darted back to get all the packs. "We will take that truck," he said. "Let's move over there."
From beside the truck, they watched Carmalle swaggering far down the street, toward the railroad depot. When she was some two-hundred yards away, there was a sudden explosion, a flash of hellish light and screaming, bodies all around.
And they were in the truck, the young women numbed with consternation and emotion. Dynamite. He had made a human bomb of the beautiful Carmalle.
And they were moving, turning south and out of the city.
Beautiful Carmalle.
She had been blown to hell-or heaven. She had been blown to nothing.
Five days after stumbling into the Pyrenees, they wandered onto a squat, physically deformed Basque who agreed to leave his small band of sheep with another herder and lead them through the mountains.
He demanded, not so much the precious pieces of jewelry Schmidt offered with extreme reluctance as-and his meaning was clear as he pointed at the three young women huddled under a scrub tree on the ground out of the rain as best they could get. And he accented his demand with lewdly blinking eyes and a repulsive, gnarled grin.
That evening, around the meager campfire, when the hideous gnome gestured at her, Yvette protested to Deiter Schmidt, "Oh, Deiter, how could you?"
He was taciturn, matter-of-fact, "We have to get out of the mountains. Do it, 'Vette. Whatever he wants."
Her spirits slumped to the lowest point in months, weeks, maybe, even years as she stood on trembling legs, watched the man with grotesque, warped features and gnarled hands reach for her as he crawled around the fire to get at her.
Marie and Faubine emitted simultaneous cries of disbelief as the raunchy herdsman unbuttoned his pants and shook his cock out of his clothes. Yvette felt a roiling of illness as she stared at his grotesque, gargantuan prick that dangled nearly to his bowed knees.
His crooked hands went to the waistband of her ill-fitting trousers and tore the belt loose, sprung the buttons from their frayed holes.
"Ooooohhhhh, Jesus-God," she whined as he drew them down her sleek, wobbling legs. He ripped her worn panties in his haste to pull them down to expose her ample, golden-fringed mound. Ashe got her pants and undies off, his long cock twitched and quivered, trying to rise. But it was so heavy the best it could muster was a steady thickening.
He gestured at her face with a crooked finger. With a plaintive look at the emotionless Schmidt who looked away, Yvette slowly unbuttoned the old shirt and flung it away with as much contempt as she could show.
"Goddddd, Deiter " she whined as the gruesome man pushed her creamy, silky thighs apart and caressed his rough hand over her cringing, twinging vulva. She winced, sobbing with loathing as he dabbed at her with his finger, parting the thick labia to expose the sweet, tender pinkness of her enticing gash. She rose involuntarily on tiptoes when his finger gouged at her, seeking the passage to her pussy.
He slobbered and mewled like a mad beast as he finger-fucked her, hooking that horrid finger around inside her quivering cunt. Then with a hideous giggle, he slouched back a pace or two and removed his clothes, stripping naked with a frenetic flurry.
For a couple of minutes, he stared at her ogling her nudity. Without warning, he flung himself at her, his long, stiff cock flailing as it dangled almost straight down between his bowed legs.
He bore her to the ground, almost crushing the breath out of her. Yvette struggled feebly, getting her breath as he rolled partly to one side to rescue his enormous cock and plop it soddenly onto her heavy tummy.
He reached so far up her body, the immense knob was near her chin, between her lolling globes and she could smell a rancid odor of his male organ.
She gagged as he slobbered kisses across her face, took a nipple-and most of a breast-into his gaping mouth. She tried to kick him off her as he rose on his feet, bent over her, still sucking her tittie.
He dangled the head of his cock against her tummy, squirreled his body back and forth until he managed to swab the gigantic bulb on the end into her dainty trough. He lowered himself to his knees, surrendering her tittie for a moment to get distance enough to aim his ponderous prick at the entry to her cunt.
Even before he humped at her, she could feel the outer lips of her pussy stretched into a thin ring around the knob of his cock. There was a rumbling deep in her belly as he grinned into her pale face and shoved easy, then hard.
His face seemed to grow darker in the flickering light of the campfire as he thrust at her, grunting in his exertions to gain entrance, penetrate her cunny.
Yvette groaned pitifully and writhed under him as he held her narrow flanks, palms of his hands against the flare of her hips. She stared in misery at the lone pole of flesh that sprouted from between his legs and seemed to be welded to her struggling straddle.
"Errrgggghhhhh," an animal snarl seemed jerked from his thick, warped lips as he threw his weight at her, actually one foot coming off the ground.
"Eeeeeiiigggghhhhh!" the trim little blonde shrieked as he wedged the monstrous knob just inside her narrow passage. Before she could gather breath to scream again, he lunged again and he was in her solidly, a couple of inches of prick stretching the insides of her vagina, creaking her pelvis.
Slowly, he settled to his knees, gasping for breath, drooling on her heaving tummy. He maintained the pressure and continued socking away at her with that tremendous post of meat he was laboring to give her.
Yvette was really conscious of acute pain, just an intense revulsion for this ugly man and his ghastly long prick as she stretched her slender legs out straight on the ground. He muttered something and reached under her.
Yvette screamed in agony and alarm. It really hurt when he jabbed one of his crooked thumbs into her crack, hit her asshole and sank it all the way.
She understood then. Instantly, in obedience, she levered her legs high in the air and as far apart as she could spread them. There was a gurgling in his throat and he humped hard. She stared at the starless sky, taking some more of his cock, feeling the massive knob plowing the way for his thick barrel into her coiling cunt.
Her guts churned and she laid a hand limply on the gentle bowl of her belly, feeling for a massive welt produced by his auguring cock. She pressed hard with fingertips in the softness above her Venus mound and was sure she could feel it, feel it snaking into her pussy.
She looked down briefly and was sickeningly astonished to see she had taken no more than half of his tremendous prick. He bucked his wide ass and she emitted a terse screech as he succeeded in punching half of what remained into her frail body.
Her feet kicked in the air as if she were riding a bicycle upside down as he gored her ruthlessly, far past the cervix, very near the bottom of her sex pit. Surely, she thought in a sense of madness, he would rip out her womb, all her insides.
But she had taken all of him. His thick-haired groin now was crushed against her love-pallet and his monstrous balls hung slack against the valley of her straining ass.
Her insides were fully alive, so sensitive to the giant cock stuffed all the way between her trembling legs. She knew she could feel it inside her, through her tummy. She caught her breath.
He eased out of her slightly, then fucked back in a tentative gouge. He pulled halfway out and snocked back up her.
Yvette's breath was drawn in, in a long, whispering sigh as he slowly eased His prick out until just the head was wedged in her fluttering pussy.
"Uuuuuhhhhmmmmm-Aaaawwwggghhhh!" she blurted in a long, exhaling gasp as he pumped that gigantic sex-tool to the balls in her again in a long, steady stroke, smacking his belly against hers.
Her legs threshed, her feet kicked and she pulled at the long, blonde strands of her hair. When he hoisted the full length of his prick into her, Yvette had the strange sensation that he would fuck it to her until the massive knob would reach into her gulping throat.
What a huge prick, she mused, feeling giddy and drunk. In her mind developed a thought of astonishment that she could take such a prize prick, so long and thick. Equally amazing was the idea there was no pain at all, just a liquid heat and that wonderful enchantment of the slippery-slide of cock in and out of her sizzling cunt.
When he cunts, she thought dreamily, vaguely aware she was throwing her ass up at him to completely wrap her pussy around his cock, how will I be able to hold his jizz?
She hadn't realized it before, but he had both thumbs gored into her poor little asshole and he was stretching it so she knew the head would glide in her down there, if he was inclined to give her a hefty cornholing.
Yvette prayed silently, pale, dry lips moving that he wouldn't give it to her in there. It was so thrilling and heavenly to have that enchanting, handsome prick slamming all the way to his huge oranges up her pussy.
To discourage any such possibility, she sought to make her cunt the most appetizing thing of all for him but shaking and rocking her ass with a wildness she didn't know she possessed.
A mewling began filtering from her slack mouth and she heard herself panting into his leering, ugly face, "Ooooh, you handsome fuck-man, you. What a marvelous prick you got hung between your legs. Just keep giving it to me like this and make me cum and you work hard and have a good fuck in me and shoot me all full of your lovely jizzzzz!"
And her eyes widened as his pace increased and she knew he was just about to answer her prayers and cum in her good. His belly plopped soggily against hers and his hard, bony groin banged painfully against her love-pillow and his heavy balls smacked enthrallingly into the flattened crevice between the loaves of her ass and against her bulging rectal entry.
"Aaaaahhhh, good God, fuck me!" Yvette howled, voice high-pitched and plaintive as he drove into her as hard as he could lunge with his weight.
Instantly, a torrent of jizz was gushing into her, flooding back along the barrel of his prick and flowing out of her corked cunt and trickling hotly, ecstatically into her crack, coating his big balls, making her butt hole itch and burn for cock in her there.
"Fuck me out good-then give me a fabulous corn-holing," she begged, having second doubts when he did plug her asshole with more than a foot of ravaging cock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There were Vichy French or members of the French underground active all through the mountains, but the old Basque moved the party swiftly and skillfully, avoiding small patrols seeking the "enemy" trying to flee as the Germans withdrew.
For nearly a week, the ugly old man made no overtures toward any of the girls and their tensions eased slightly. All but Yvette who was strangely silent and passive, not acting as if she cared whether or not he wanted her again.
But as they made camp one evening in a well-concealed cave, all detected vivacity in the bewhiskered man after they had eaten and huddled close about a very small campfire.
At first, when the old Basque stood on his bowed legs and began unbuttoning his trousers, turning away slightly, all thought he was going to step out of the cave to relieve himself. But he didn't leave, just continued disrobing.
Faubine uttered a pitiful wail and Marie shrank away as he turned, exhibiting himself, holding his monstrous hard-on in both gnarled fists. He said a single word, easily interpreted as "You," when he pointed the grotesque knob of his prick at Marie.
The girl, who had grown very little, except for her bosom since the Germans had marched into the village, cowered away, face wan and drawn in the flickering light.
"No-no-no-no-no," she muttered in a shrill, soft monotone.
"Shut up and put out," Schmidt snapped. "I told you what we have to do-if we're going to get out of the mountains and away to safety. Now, put out. Get your clothes off-or, by God, I'll rip them off and you will continue on our journey naked. Get your fuckin' clothes off!"
The small, curvy auburn-haired girl's eyes widened in astonishment and fear as she stared at Schmidt who leveled the ugly snout of the Luger across the fire at her. For a minute, her body stiffened defiantly, then her shoulders slumped.
Without rising, she slowly removed her shirt, an expression of contempt on her slightly pinched face. She seemed totally oblivious to the sway of her downward sloping boobies, the tips a coffee brown.
Before she stood, she unbuttoned her trousers, hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties. Then she stumbled to her feet and pushed both garments to her feet, bent double to work them off over her rough boots.
"You are a dirty bastard," the eighteen-year-old muttered, standing straight and proud, her plush titties wobbling like big rubber balls on her chest.
For a moment, the fleeing Nazi's thin lips tensed, twitched. But he relaxed and shoved the pistol back into his coat pocket, not even looking at the Basque as he waddled around the fire, ludicrously holding his monstrous cock in both hands.
"I will never let him fuck me with-that thing," the eighteen-year-old whispered, leaning toward the un-moving Yvette who sat with her head lowered, seeming to stare into the fragile flames of the tiny fire.
In her near-panic, Marie saw that even Schmidt had his face averted, as if he couldn't watch her humiliation at the gruesome hands of the ghastly old Basque. Well, she would not cry out; neither would she give the leering man any sexual cooperation. True, he would spend that gigantic cock in her-somewhere, as he had in Yvette. But she would not help him and she would not enjoy his huge cock. She doubted even a cow could savor the experience of being fucked with a thing as unwholesome and hideous as his prick.
As he stood before her, holding his cock just back of the knob with one hand, he muttered something, tone soft, that she interpreted as words of endearment or lust. He reached his rough, calloused hand to run the tips of his fingers over the crowns of her breasts.
Her body weaved unsteadily, then she stood rigid as the old man stepped a little closer, let his monstrously heavy cock way out hotly against her body, the head reaching almost to her breasts. She sucked her lips in against her teeth, mouth slightly apart as he rolled his hands around on the firm rubberiness of her breasts fruits.
Little Marie was acutely aware of that long column of dark flesh resting against her bare body as her breasts began to flush with heat as the leering man continued massaging them, the rough calluses on his palms forcing her nipples into hard, sensitive berries.
A soft whimper escaped her lips and the indrawn breath whistled sibilantly as her knees shook weakly. My God, she thought, bewildered by the pulsing sensations that rippled through her body.
"Aaaaahhhhhheeeeeeeee," the moan came unbidden from deep in her body as Marie was electrified by a shocking ripple deep up in her pussy. Marie's teeth chattered as sweet nuances continued to pulse through her pelvis.
She tensed, pulling in her slender middle, feeling a hot wetness and her outer cunt lips swelling. Her sex-canal was beginning to soften and ooze.
"Ooooohhhh, Goddamn son of a bitch," she whispered in disbelief as her passions blossomed. She didn't protest as the Basque took her left wrist and pushed her hand against the thick shaft of his cock. Obediently, her slender fingers curled around the mast, as thick as her wrist.
Her fist closed, fingers tingling at the texture of that huge prick. Her fingers gripped as if out of control. Unbidden, she groped with her right hand and closed her fingers on the man's cock below her left.
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuummmmmm," she purred, aware her hips were undulating coitally, as if she were being fucked standing up and was fucking back.
How could she get so hot and willing and wanting when this man was so ugly and he was adorned with a prick that was neither handsome nor appetizing?
Yet, her pussy was on fire, actually expanding and contracting greedily for puncturing and ravaging. Marie drew a harsh, sharp breath as her hands began to slide up and down on that tremendous pole of meat. God, the way it pulsed in her hands, like a breathing thing.
Through half-closed eyes, she peered into that very ugly, very intent face as her left palm rubbed over the immense knob of that extremely long prick, smearing it with the light, clear sex-oil that would make initial fucking easy. At least easier; this prick was so vast.
"Ah, no! Ah, no!" she moaned as the man dropped his hands from her breasts, let them drift down her body over her flanks, around to cup her bare buttocks-and drift away from her. She clung to his huge, hot meat, not wanting him to leave, wanting to keep that big, beautiful prick in her hands.
What was he doing? He was sagging away from her, lowering himself to the dank floor of the cave, on his back. Marie, eyes glittering looked down at his as she bent forward over him, holding onto that marvelous, handsome cock. What a man! What a wonderful prick!
Her head canted to one side as he beckoned to her with his fingers. What did he want of her? Then she comprehended and carefully stepped up over him, her booted feet on either side of him.
Standing above him, squatting slightly so she could keep both hands on that gorgeous knob. "I'll try! I'll try! I'll try!" she whispered lovingly again and again, over and over. "Yess, for you, I will do it." She bent far over, as if trying to see her pussy. Still clinging to that massive knob, just back of the great flange with one hand, she used the other to part the bloated lips of her snatch-gash.
She judged her position, shuffled forward slightly and began to squat her ass slowly, slowly. "Ooooohhh-Aaaaaaahhhhh," she crooned, body retching gently as she gently, yet impatiently plowed the head of his cock into her groove.
Marie shuddered violently as the hot knob swabbed back and forth through her sticky, torrid rut. An unbelievable ecstasy ran sweetly through her loins as that massive knob with its tremendous welt at its back passed back and forth across the entry to her feverish body.
Still bent over, body folded forward, she held the vibrant cock in both hands, behind the huge flange. She inhaled rapidly as she positioned it at the entry to her cunny. She hesitated a minute, as if psyching herself for an ordeal. She tested it tentatively, putting her weight on the hard pole of flesh, aware the grunting man under her on the ground was holding it near the hairy base.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh," she moaned, writhing back and forth, twisting her body on it, applying her weight. The outer flaps of pussy flesh were snugly stretched around the massive flange of the corona. A soft growl escaped her throat as he determination built. She bounced her body gently, then with greater force.
"Aaaagggghhhhhhhhh," Marie moaned, a weakness in her legs, a furnace of heat erupting in her pussy as her cunt accepted the gigantic cock-knob.
The sensation of stretching and bloating was so overwhelming, she was almost breathless. There was a silent creaking in her pelvis as she held the hot, pulsing knob of the man's cock just inside her.
Tentatively, Marie withdrew a hand, then the other, balancing herself on the long, thick sex-wand. Her insides began to churn, so deep up in her pussy. "I waa-aaaaaaant it," she cried plaintively, again joggling her naked body on it.
Without warning, her booted feet skidded forward in the loose dirt of the cave floor. "Eeeeeeeeiiiiii!" she cried in alarm as her feet slid from under her. Instantly, the man under her seized her trim ankles and she was pinioned, in the air on his enormous cock.
Her snatch contracted in resistance and her weight was held by the impaling prick. Despite the rebellion of her insides, her cunny muscles weren't strong enough to support her weight for long.
And Marie, slowly, oh, so slowly, began to slide down on the barbaric weapon. Her head drooped forward, chin at the valley between her gorgeous breasts, and she stared at that column of flesh trapped between her legs by her own flesh. Down, down, down she slid on his giant hard-on.
Mercifully, he lay still, didn't buck his ass to drive his cock up into her, or force her body to drop at a rapid pace. Marie whined and whimpered, every nerve feeling every detail of the oversize glans with its plowing ridge at its back.
The walls of her cunt collapsed suddenly and her snatch dropped quickly, gobbling up inch after inch of his big, vibrant prick. The pressure was so intense against her guts, she felt that her asshole was going to be forced right out of her body.
Marie's head tossed freely as if in agony as her bottom settled finally against his quivering thighs, all of his huge cock buried in her trembling body. An erratic, quavering scream seemed torn from her throat as her lithe, tortured insides slowly became accustomed to the massive cock-corking.
The walls of her pussy contracted convulsively along the hard, fat barrel of the ugly Basque's prick. A strange, wanton hunger developed rapidly in Marie's innards and her loins were afire with sexual craving. How, she fretted, would she be able to fuck him, like this?
She peered into his implacable face, at those thick, distorted lips. He just let her sit there, impaled on his prick. She could feel quivering in his long rod, coupled with the spasmings of her pussy walls.
Finally, after his cock had soaked in her juices for a couple of minutes, he pushed her feet back next to her flattened buttocks and she understood. She drew several deep breaths, mustering her strength. At last, she collected her feet under her bare ass, tested the muscles of her legs.
She reached for him and he held her upper arms, to steady her. The first four or five times, she was unable to rise at all, merely jostled her aching, burning cunt on his imbedded cock. He muttered something, in a tone of encouragement and Marie strained to lift her tingling ass.
"I want to," she whispered, throat tight and dry. "I truly want to fuck your handsome cock." He let her lean forward slightly and she lunged toward his upraised head. She managed to lift her tingling pussy about two inches off his throbbing cock. With a sign of satisfaction, she slumped back, his cock again ripping into her. She gathered her strength and lunged again. There was a meaty, sucking sound as half of his cock was pulled out of her tight pussy.
She hesitated this time, letting it soak, resting, feeling the monstrous knob lodged next to her cervix. She struggled forward, tugging her body off another couple of inches. She made a motion with her body, indicating she wanted him to hold her arms and let her cunt slide back down on his wet, vibrating cock a little at a time.
There was a swooshing, moist sound as she was again gored all the way by his cock, her love-mound resting against his hard groin, crushing the tiny tit-clit that was rigid from its sheath of pink flesh.
Marie shook her head when the man tugged on her arms, wanting to rest. Taking such a huge cock in her extremely small cunt was exhausting, especially when she had to do all the work. She sobbed for breath, took his wrists, indicating she wanted him to take her breasts-play with them-while she fucked him off.
He grinned idiotically, but understood and quickly began fondling her tumescent titties with the nipples so swollen they hurt. She grasped him at the elbows, tensed her legs and sprang up and off his pulsating prick. The action produced a meaty, swooshing sound as she mastered the technique of fucking her frail body up and down on such a long prick.
But her insides were churning delectably, enchantingly as she fucked, thus gaining strength. "Make your hips jump," she said, wishing he would begin hoisting his ass to help her, drive his cock up into her when she brought her cunt down.
A rumbling began deep in her suckling snatch and Marie hurled herself up, then back down with increasing frenzy, knowing her lustful orgasm was rapidly reaching a peak. And when it hit her, she doubted she would be able to continue rising and falling on this fantastic cock.
"You will have to do the fucking in a minute," she whispered as a dizziness of enchantment began to envelop her mind as she slammed her ass up and down, her pussy walls throbbing lovingly around the great knob, the length of his immense shaft.
"Ah-ah-ahhhhhhh, my God!" she screeched as the first bolt of cum-lightning crashed through her loins, tearing into her cunt and exploding deep in her belly. "You-will-have-to do it," she panted. "You will-have-to do the fucking now," she grated at him, gritting her teeth as if she were suffering-and she was.
The old Basque understood and complied, bouncing her up and down on his cock, ravaging her convulsing, orgasming pussy. A madness, wonderful, cock-hungry madness burgeoned in her brain, a sensual, wanton fever that seemed to scorch her insides and sear her skin.
His hands on her rubbery titties added to the sensations of sheer heaven that permeated her fuck-tingly body. "Give me all you got. Fuck the cock to me. Make me cum haaaaaard!" she begged.
Suddenly, strength returned to her, even though her snatch continued to explode around that huge, delving prick. Her legs straightened and she began lurching her lustful body up and down on his ravaging cock.
She felt an expanding all along the shaft, in the immense head and knew he was near. "Aaaaarrrgggg-ghhhh!" she growled like a cornered animal, launching her body in even faster pistonings, fucking him wildly, as fast as she could. "Cum in me. Shoot your jizz up my pussy!" she howled, her cunt exploding around his huge shaft.
His first stream of jizz hosed into her when she was almost standing, just the head of his cock snocked into her cunt. She squalled with ecstasy, almost paralyzed by the torrid flush of cum that sprayed to the bottom of her fuck-well.
She was immobile only a few seconds, enjoying the flood of cock-juice, then she began fucking away at his gushing cock as fast as she could fling her body up and down on his elegant, gallant love-thing.
Squish-squish; squooooooosh-sluuuuuuush, her pussy hummed on his pouring prick. Her excitement increased as she felt his torrid cum flowing around his pistoning cock, drizzling out of her fluttering cove and drenching her groove, his belly and heavy balls.
Asshole fuck me, she thought in a lustful daze.
Her tense bottom smacked wetly in the fuck-snot that was accumulating on his groin in a sticky puddle. She smacked her ass down and rubbed it around, reveling in the sensation of being fucked full of wonderful cock and her asshole soaking in his hot cum.
"Ooooooohhhh, let's fuck all night!" she wailed.
CHAPTER NINE
When Yvette sensed they were almost out of the mountains, a resolve that had been just a glimmer in the back of her mind took more solid form. She couldn't dislodge the horror of seeing the cruel destruction of Carmalle-and her hatred and distrust of the ruthless Deiter Schmidt was more intense than ever.
What would keep him from sacrificing any or all of them to serve his flight to freedom? They must escape. Faubine was the most willing of the two-her fear of being fucked and torn in her dainty pussy was her biggest motivation. Yes, Marie would go, too.
They decided they would slip away on the dark, moonless night the Basque led them into a crumbling deserted shack on the south slope of the mountains. But it became clear, even before the meager meal was over that Faubine was the object of debauchery before they had finished eating.
The hideous old Basque couldn't keep his lewd eyes from ogling the golden-haired young woman with the very prominent breasts. It seemed his glazed, piercing eyes were capable of unbuttoning her shirt and actually caressing her proud titties.
Faubine shrank back into the shadows, but his obscene gaze was on her, obsessed with her jutting melons. Yvette noticed that the German who had hardly spoken to anyone during their hazardous trek was keenly aware of their guide's intentions.
But he said nothing, made no move. Once, however, Yvette saw him covertly examining the pistol, wiping it on the sleeve of his ragged coat.
Well, Yvette thought, Faubine would just have to accommodate the lecherous beast and sap his energy. Yes, it would be good if the old man and Schmidt were sleeping deeply when the girls decided to slip away.
But the Nazi seemed ever-watchful, sleeping so lightly he even heard the coming of the mountain rains or leaves rustling. Yes, he would have to be sleeping deeply, too.
And what better way to assure this?
Without a word to anyone, she crawled toward the German who tensed quickly, then relaxed. Sitting beside him, Yvette tossed the long blonde tresses of her hair over her shoulders, unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged out of it.
"And, yes, us?" she smiled provocatively, taking off her boots and pants without standing. "It has been a long time since you have given me a wonderful fucking," she purred, arching her back to lift her jutting boobies that gleamed golden in the winking light of the small fire.
Schmidt's pale eyes narrowed suspiciously, then his features relaxed and a thin smile touched his lips as Yvette pressed a firm, warm tittie against his shoulder. "Yes, why don't we? I think my pussy could use some nice fucking with your beautiful German cock."
A tremor ran through him as he leaned back. Yvette groped for his crotch, found the buttons of his fly and freed them. Her slender, white hand fumbled into his clothing. She swallowed hard and trembled as her fingers curled around his already responding meat.
"Uuuummmmm, yessssss," her voice came in a soft hiss of pleasure as she lifted his cock into the open. Schmidt's left hand freed his belt and the waistband button. He spread the fly open and leaned back on stiff arms so she could get to him with both hands.
Yvette shuffled closer, maneuvered a little toward his front so she could get both hands on him, could jack him off effectively. She smiled at him triumphantly when he groaned softly, his husky, white meat quivering in her fists, his middle undulating in anticipation of fucking the pretty, curvy little blonde.
"I will make it good for you, Deiter," she murmured in a crooning, purring tone. "I will make love to your beautiful cock-you will see."
She moved over him, held his cock near the base, slowly lowered her face and blew her hot breath in little huff-puffs on the thickening glans. He winced and moaned when she teased the flange with a thumbnail.
"Aaaaahhhhh, seeeeeeee! You like the way Yvette plays with your peter, loves it with her hands. Nowwwww, this.. . . " she purred, dabbling the tip of her tongue at the little slit in the very tip of his stiffening, expanding cock. She looped her tongue around the head, rasped it tantalizingly. And Schmidt groaned, his ass hunching as she teased him.
"Errrrgggghhhhh," he groaned soulfully as she sucked in the head of his cock, swished spit over it and sucked very hard. A tremor lanced downward into the root of his meaty stem and his prick surged forward into her gulping mouth.
"You like for me to fuck you with my mouth, don't you?" she goaded him, sucking her cheeks in against the cock head as she opened her throat and swallowed him down.
"I like giving you a blow-job," she panted around the mouthful of burgeoning prick." Yessssss, and I love the taste of your raw, cunt-fucking cock-meat."
Continuing to fuck him with her mouth, head bobbing over his rigid cock, she used both hands to push at his clothing. He was careful not to disturb her mouth action on his prick and got his pants off over his boots.
"Yahhhhhh, suck it good, you pretty little French slut," the German muttered. "You French are good for something-sucking German cocks and fucking your cunts on them."
Yvette heard a brief struggle and Faubine's whimpered protest behind her, but ignored it as she concentrated in going all the way down on the German's fragrant, musky prick, deliberately working her swallow muscles on the pulsing head. Her hands continued flagellating him, jacking him off at the base each time she lifted her face so she could suck the growing cock-bulb.
She had the German really whining now, writhing with the pleasure-pain her tongue was inflicting behind the glans, on the fat, rubbery ridge of the cock-head. And her own sex-juices were beginning to steam.
Well, if she was going to manufacture a ruse, what was the use of not enjoying it herself? Hadn't she had her peaks of sexual delights since the Germans took the village? God, her pussy was beginning to throb enchantingly, silently begging for fulfillment, filling with this really delectable prick.
"Aaaaarrrruuuuummmmm," she murmured, savoring the fat bulb of fuck-pleasure.
Yvette scrambled closer to him, rose on her legs, still keeping the head of his prick tucked into a cheek. She swiveled her body, swung a leg over Schmidt's head. She bent far forward so she could see back between her spread thighs at Schmidt's taut face.
Carefully, she waggled her bare butt and pushed her exposed snatch toward his face. She knew he was ripe for anything. She pushed her snatch to him, right against his chin. For a moment, she thought he was going to raise a hand and whip her tender buttocks.
But he nodded his head, set his forehead against the deep crack of her ass and his tongue flicked out to touch the sagging pouch of her pussy.
"Ooooohhhh, yesssss," Yvette's voice hissed around the prick in her mouth as she snuggled her ass to him, spread her thighs farther apart and felt his tongue dip into her aching, wet fuck-slot.
Across the way, Faubine cried out, complaining. Yvette clung to the German's rigid cock, took her mouth off the plump plum for a second. "Shut up, Faubine, and fuck him good!" And she resumed giving the moaning, cunt-eating German a blow-job.
Yvette sensed Schmidt sagging away from her, his tongue slipping out of the velvety lining of her pussy pouch. Not wanting to lose out on having her snatch sucked and tongued out, she let her knees start going slack, her pussy following that mouth back onto the dirt floor until she was sitting on his face.
"Aaaaahhhhhuuuummmmm," she purred contentedly, going all the way down on his prick, until the thick wool foresting his groin tickled her chin and throat. She caressed the root of his trembling cock and handled his heavy ball-yolks in the thick skin of his bag.
While she gobbled on his thick prick, the head tickling her tonsil region, Schmidt suckled noisily in her pussy, snuffling loudly. Yvette stretched her legs luxuriously beyond Schmidt's head, savoring the enthralling ecstasy of having her cunt swabbed and teased by his long German tongue.
"Uuuuummmm-hhhhmmmmm," she purred, writhing atop him, gorging herself on his prick, massaging his crawly balls as she careened toward a tempestuous orgasm. When it came, so deep up in her cringing pussy, it was almost unbearable. She had to restrain herself from biting into his massive meat as if it were a juicy sausage.
Her sexual juices flowed gently, seeping from her fuck-mouth and Schmidt slurped up her sweet honey, dipping and scooping his tongue into her delectable fruit box, devouring her cunt.
"Ooooohhh, suck me out," she crooned.
Vividly in Yvette's mind, as her pussy spasmed so delectably, was the memory of little Marie raising and lowering her body on the old Basque's cock as she fucked him into a whimpering, helpless mass. It had looked so tantalizing, watching Marie take that huge cock up into her pussy as she top-fucked him.
She vowed, as soon as the German finished pussy eating her and she recovered from her tempestuous orgasm, she would get on Schmidt and top-ride him. Secretly, she had always enjoyed fucking him that way; she had found she could set her own pace; she could fuck fast for awhile, then fuck slowly.
The little blonde, consumed with passion, squirmed her body atop the German, rubbing her hot, tingling titties against his belly as she sucked ravenously, mouth-fucking him crazily. Ooooh, when her climax ebbed, she would try to get on top of him and have herself a good fucking on his beautiful prick!
Finally, the deep, sensual cramps and crimpings evaporated from her belly and strength flowed back into her limbs. She held onto the German's balls with both hands and kept the head of his cock firmly in her mouth. She reluctantly lifted her oozing twat from his yawning mouth and crept forward until she could rub her very feverish gash on his bare belly.
She appreciated his hands rubbing the cheeks of her ass as she let his cock slip in a soft, plop uncorking from her lips. Yvette straightened, looked back over her bare shoulder at the pale, upraised face of the German. "You hold your nice cock up in the air-and I'll sit down on it with my hot little pussy."
She moved forward on her knees, placed her ass over his sex zone. "Ready?" She felt the brush of the head of his hot prick through the itching anal crack, then nudge the triangular pouch of her pussy trough. Clumsily, she gained her feet, kept her ass low, cunt in contact with his prick.
Yvette bent down and pushed her knees wide. She ran the fingers of both hands into her rich, ripe, red furrow, spread the lips open. "I'm ready for it," she whispered, gently bending her knees, shuddering violently when the wedge-shaped head of his cock dug into her seething gash.
Quickly, she moved her ass back and forth, as if fucking an invisible prick, until she had the head aimed at her quivering hole. "Now?" she whispered again. When he grunted, Yvette pressed the thick, blood-bloated outer lips of her hair-fringed cunt around the vibrant cock-head and lowered her ass.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeee-aaaaAAAAHHHHHH," she moaned in sexual satisfaction as the head of his prick slipped snugly into the entry of her vagina as it had done a thousand times in the past. Yet, this time, as sometimes in the past, it seemed a new experience to be savored and revered.
"Don't up-fuck, Deiter," she admonished with a panting voice as her eyes squinted and she concentrated on all the extreme pleasure of his cock lancing upward into her famished snatch. "I will take it up in me. You just lie still and let me fuck my cunt down on your fabulous cock."
So exquisite was her pleasure, her legs nearly gave way and she almost collapsed on his prick as Marie had done on the big Basque's tremendous tree stump.
But Yvette steadied herself, holding his cock in her cunt mouth. "Thank you," she murmured as his hands went to her well-rounded ass loaves to help her remain upright. She did, truly, love the feel of his hands on her ass, as well as her titties and her body skin.
With a sigh, she let her knees fold slowly and her hot pussy began shinnying down his long pole of delectable flesh. "OooooOOOOooooo," she wailed, gnashing her teeth against the super-sweet agony of the beginnings of a hot and wild sexing. "Ooooooh, we are gonna fuck; how we are gonna fuck," she whined, easing up and bringing her pussy down a little harder on his great white cock.
Yvette giggled like an excited young girl as he began playing with her ass cheeks with one hand while the fingers of the other began tickling in her crack, tracing it from where his cock was imbedded in her cunt to the crown and flare of her enticing rear end.
"You do it so good, make me so hot for cock and fucking," she praised, meaning it, swooshing her clutching pussy down on his prick until he had to move his hand and let her bounce her round, rubbery butt against his belly.
"Reach under my arms and play with my titties, Deiter," she whimpered, tone of a groveling little girl again. "I love having my boobies rubbed and squeezed while your cock is fucking my cunny."
For the first time he laughed softly, obviously pleased at her saucy, naughty talk. She clutched her upper arms against his forearms and began pumping her body up and down on his cock as he gently mauled her proud, sloping tits and tweaked the nipples into slick-skinned little dark berries.
"Why didn't you jizz-cum me while I was going down on you and sucking your cock?" she pouted, a singing beginning in her ears as his spearing prick again began producing nuances of joy.
"Wellll, you're going to come off in my pussy pretty soon," Yvette said positively, feeling she might blast her fuck-gun before he reached the point of ejaculation. "But why didn't you shoot off in my mouth?"
He groaned softly, his fingers clutching painfully into her rubbery globes. "I-was-saving-it to jizz your wonderful little pussy," he muttered raggedly. His ass began to buck under her, driving his cock up as she brought her ass down with a loud smack against his heaving, hard, flat belly.
Yvette laughed triumphantly, feeling the twitching begin through the shaft of his fuck-wet cock. "Pretty soon, I think my pussy will beat the snot out of your cock."
"No doubt," Schmidt admitted, fucking his long rod into her surging cunt as fast as she could make her cute little ass fly.
The little blonde, flushed with pleasure and passion, paused a moment, sitting on his middle and rolling and rotating her hot snatch on his deeply buried prick. MI bet I could make your cock squirt, just by doing this," she boasted. And, me, too, she scowled as a thunder began deep in her fuck-cavern. My pussy may go BOOM-de-BOOM first.
And she began fucking again, lifting her pussy up slowly, bringing it down an inch at a time, pausing ever so often until the cheeks of her ass were mashed against his belly. Then, she repeated it.
With a shrill giggle, she began fucking as fast as she could. When he put a hand over the wide, flat valley between her ass hillocks, she hesitated up high, just the knob of his cock in her. Her eyes widened. "Okay, go ahead, finger-fuck me in the asshole, if you want to." She winced as he sopped his big finger in the hot, sticky juice that had escaped from her pussy, around his buried fuck-wand, and stabbed it, like a burning stick into her rectum. The breath gushed from her as she nearly went off in both holes and began fucking him again, leaning forward slightly, wanting him to put more pressure on her tits.
He seized them roughly and tugged her back to a vertical position in her wild fuck-gyrations. "Youuuuu bet," she purred, "we know how to fuck and play with each other." She thrust her hands between his sprawled thighs and picked his balls out of the dust, brushed them off and began massaging them teasingly with her fingertips.
"We can fuck for hours," she started to say when he suddenly began throwing the cock up into her bounding, bouncing cunt, his prick firing jizz wildly into her spasming, cumming, blasting, orgasming well.
And Yvette brought her pussy down as quickly as her ebbing strength would allow and she crushed her neat little ass against his belly and hand as they spilled out their passions.
CHAPTER TEN
"Let's watch them! Let's watch them!" Faubine cried as the old Basque stumbled toward her, taking off his shirt. She cowered into the darkness, her insides cringing. Her cries of despair didn't deter the old man as he unbuttoned his pants and flung his half-hard cock into the open.
Faubine peered helplessly at Marie who sat slumped forward toward the fire, ignoring Yvette who was avidly sucking on the German's prick and the slowly advancing Basque who waggled his cock in both hands.
"Please don't?" she pleaded in a whining tone as the old man, now totally naked, seized her upper arms and heaved her to her feet. She brushed at his relentless hands as he stripped her naked.
His calloused hands played over her bare shoulders, hugged her to him so he could caress her slender back, the voluptuous flare of her quivering buttocks that had broken out in goose bumps.
Faubine tried to push him away, abhorring the feel of his hot, slimy cock against her belly. She shuddered violently as he began hunching, dry-fucking his cock against her body. His cock-head was up near her breasts and she could smell the male muskiness of his prominent genitals.
God, the head of the dirty old man's prick was hot and sticky, she thought as he rubbed it up and down, the knob coming up between her pliant titties as she tried to sink away from him.
At no time did she hear Yvette's admonishment to fuck him. Her ears seemed deaf to everything except the pounding of her blood that seemed to course through her like ice water. He grumbled something to her, bent to reach down under her sagging bottom to palm her butt loaves, drag her to him.
Abruptly, he let her slump to her knees. He seized her hands, one at a time, and shaped her fingers around the massive barrel of his obscene prick. When she tried to draw them away, he slapped her and she quickly took a grip on his long, vibrating tool and began jacking him off.
She squealed when he seized a handful of her golden hair and pried her jaws open. Faubine stared wildly at his hairy belly in the flickering light. The head of his cock, the slot ogling her, seemed an evil sort of thing. Before she could collect her thoughts, the old man took his cock ahead of her hands, aimed the huge knob and hunched it plump into her gaping mouth.
"Uuuuggggmmmmm," she gurgled, tasting the saltiness of his stale prick. She gagged brief ly, with the giant bulb gorging her mouth. But the unpleasant flavor was quickly dissipated as her saliva washed it away and all she could taste was a warm sweetness.
Slowly, she remembered what Yvette had said, that they had to drain their sap and energy so they would sleep soundly and they would get away, in the dark, moonless night. The idea of freedom diminished her disgust and she attacked the head of the Basque's cock with a semblance of eagerness.
Faubine slurped noisily, swallowed lustily as she began bobbing her head, curling her tongue around the rubbery head. Really, she reflected, squeezing her fingers into the thick shaft, it wasn't so bad, going down on his prick and sucking him off.
She was able to rock her body to prevent his fucking his cock into her throat and his groans were evidence that she was filling him with lustful pleasure. She drifted one hand to his heavy, dangling scrotum and began stroking his huge balls, squeezing them teasing-
Hazily, she thought that if she could get him to jizz her mouth he might not be so eager to ram his huge tool into her little sex-box. Thinking he was content to have her blow-job his cock as she was, she tried to blow her breath up the gaping slit as she sucked mightily on the quivering head.
But he wasn't content and seized her head on each side and hunched with all his power. She nearly choked, was pulled forward, her slender neck straightening out as he drove inch after inch of prick into her convulsing, tortured gullet.
She clung to the base of his prick and thick balls as she was fucked in the throat. The youngest girl of the three just knew she would strange if he unleashed his torrent of cum with the head of his cock thrust into her throat.
She could feel the pumping begin along the cock-barrel through the tips of her gripping fingers as she jacked him off, her hand moving the thick skin from the base up against her chin.
A deep breath whistled softly through her nostrils as she tried to prepare herself for his lecherous cum. But it was difficult to breathe and swallow, with her throat glutted with his monstrous prick.
He began gasping and moaning and panting, ripping his prick rapidly into her face. Faubine had no idea how much of his prick she was gobbling, but she knew she wasn't being forced to take it all, because her hand was moving freely on the root as she flogged his meat.
Then it came and she glug-glugged mightily, gulping and swallowing as fast as she was able. Truly, she found it wasn't as horrible as she had imagined. She intuitively effected a rhythm, waiting for a gush of jizz and swallowing quickly and deeply as it sprayed and splattered down past her tonsil zone.
And he was liking the way she was ministering to his prick, the way he gasped and wheezed and whined as he fucked away at her face with his enormous prick.
Faubine was almost disappointed when the flood of his jizz ebbed to a spasmodic trickle. But something else seemed to be happening to her as she hunkered before him, a firm clasp on his vibrant cock with her lips and her hands. She was conscious of the heel of her right foot pressed against her pussy and her anus.
She was coming out, getting hot. Hot for fucking!
In fact, her innards were blazing and cramping until it was almost unbearable. Dolefully, she hated herself for giving way to passion and wanton lust. But her little pussy was really on fire, the flames of cock-hungriness blazing deep and rampant far up inside her convulsing snatch.
She clung to a tiny resolve not to press him for it-his prick was such a monster. But if she was forced, she would try to take it. If he laid her down and stretched her out on the dirt floor and got between her slender legs, could she stop him?
No!
And her mind, which was becoming slightly sex-crazed, wasn't sure she wanted to resist having him top her and pry her thighs up, find her dainty blossom and pussy entry and ream his giant cock into her tight fuck-chute.
He's going to, she thought feebly and full of fuck-fever! He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed firmly. Slowly his thick cock retreated from her O'ed lips and the head plopped out. As it trailed down between her turgid breasts, he topped her onto her back and lay above her, his spit-wet, jizz soggy cock against her belly.
Unbidden, her legs folded upward and she lifted her trim little bottom up out of the dust, putting her torrid little gash in position for him to take it. Faubine stared intently at his ugly, shadowy face as he scooted down. She felt his heavy balls roll up and over her Venus mound, down over her gaping trough, then away.
She trembled violently as the hot, damp head of his cock traced through her sweaty pubic forest and the head slid into her waiting rut. "Uuuuuh-uh-uh," Faubine moaned as the thick, blunt point rubbed against the fluttering curtain of the gateway to her twat.
Her toes curled and the muscles tensed along the inner planes of her quivering thighs that she had pressed against the floating ribs on either side of his sweaty body. Several times, he daubed at her swallow furrow, trying to stab her tender, flighty pussy.
Idly, she wondered why he didn't take one of his hands from her opulent tits, grab his cock and plant the head inside her slit. Truly, his plowing around in her vagina was beginning to drive her mad as a brazen fever of wanting and needing was kindled all through her.
She abandoned all thought of her dread of the size of his cock and fumbled a hand over her flat belly to take the knob of his cock in a small fist. She hitched and rotated her pelvis to shift her hole to grab at the knob of his prick.
Holding the head snugly to her cunt opening, she growled, "Go! Goooooo! Nooooowwwww! Use your ugly old ass and hump. Give it to me! Ram your cock up my pussy and fuck me; give me a good, deep fucking!"
Faubine could still taste his jizz deep in her throat and she sucked on her tongue to savor it. An impatience blossomed in her like a seething storm as the old man topping her pawed for a toehold for leverage.
Her fingers closed in a harsh grip behind the big-flanged knob, bunching the thick foreskin in a wad as thick as the outer lips sheathing her vulva. Come on and fuck me, she agonized mentally, giving no thought to the possibility his huge cock plowing and plunging in her cunt would tear up her insides. She just wanted his gigantic post poling into her pussy. "Coooommme oooonnnnn," she whined softly, clinging to his cock, trying to pull it into her quivering, sex-hungry maw. She reached a free hand to caress his leathery cheek, pinch his misshapen lips.
"I sucked you off, now you fuck my pussy!" she howled in a keening, mewling voice.
Faubine opened her thighs as open as she could, flattening her crotch. She bent her feet so she could plant her heels against the fat cheeks of his ass and tried to force him forward so he lunged up over her heaving breasts and his cock would be lanced into her ravenous snatch.
He sniffled and snuffled, at last finding a firmness for his toes. Faubine caught her breath as he hoisted his ass high in the air, rolling her fanny high off the floor. Here it-he-his cock-comes now, she thought feverishly, trying to calm her nerves and inner muscles in anticipation of his tremendous old dong.
The man tested his weight against his cock, tentatively. Fabine moaned softly, licking her dry lips, feeling pressure against the satiny inner flesh of her groove and the opening to her body.
"Come on," she said, whispering, hoping his massive tool wouldn't be an agony and that she wouldn't scream. Her toes wiggled as he rutted at her. She felt a giving of her flesh and held her breath.
"Aaaaaahhhh-uuuuhhhhh," she gasped, feeling her opening pinch the rubbery head of his cock. A shudder raced through her body as he surged in between her legs and the head of his cock knifed into her cunt.
As he gouged into her, a burning and itching began in her bowels. Faubine writhed under him, shook her butt from side to side. It seemed so eerie, staring between her breasts, between her splayed legs, seeing, by the flickering firelight, the long flesh stem protruding from his crotch and welding to hers.
She squawked involuntarily as he poked into her, the knob on the end of his massive prick plugging her completely slowly, reaming into her suctioning snatch. The walls gave reluctantly, inch by inch, as the smelly, grunting old man toiled to drive his cock into the delicate hole between her slender, trembling legs.
Her glassy, dazed eyes were half-hypnotized as she watched his prick vanish.
Faubine sighed raggedly, moving her head from side to side. The less she could see of his prick, the more she had in her body. And she could feel it acutely as he wedged inside, stretching the pulsing walls of her sex-canal.
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, she thought idly, now shaking her trim, curvy ass, facilitating his steady penetration. "Eeeeiiikkkeeessss," she squeaked softly as the monstrous knob skated past her cervix and plunged unhindered for a couple of inches toward her tender womb.
"Iiiitssss going up my pussy!" Faubine hissed as he bucked at her roughly, his heavy balls pat-patting against her asshole so exposed in the flattened crack of her itching butt. "Keep going-keep coming-in me," she wheezed, wishing she could get her heels on the dirt floor and help him by up-fucking her bottom to meet his short, ruthless, lustful lunges between her aching thighs.
"Hurry-and-get-all your cock in me and fuck me good," Faubine whined, her passions consuming her senses. There was a searing pain in her crotch and Faubine fumbled with a hand to peel her thick, swollen outer lips from being turned inward. Quickly she fingered the hair free that was being tugged into her greedy pussy.
"Nooowwww," she purred, sighing deeply. "It feels so good. Push it all the way in now and let it kind of soak and then fuck the cock to me good. You have such a huge cock and you can screw me with really long strokes."
Suddenly, her inner resistance collapsed and she took about four inches of cock up in her with a rush and lunge of his big ass. "Aaaawwwwkkkk!" she squawked in surprise as stinging, tingling pain speared up through her belly to twinge in her titties.
Faubine stared into his immobile face, wide-eyed and questioning as he let his toes skid until he was lying atop her, almost crushing the wind from her lungs. "What you doing? Why don't you get going and let's fuck?"
He muttered and groaned and Faubine could feel him tensing the muscles of his huge prick, felt the expansion and contraction all along the long tube, including the immense, plundering bulb.
With her ass mashed against the dirt floor, she tried to shake and rock it, encouraging him to begin plowing his cock in and out of her glutinous twat.
"Fuuuucccckkkk mmmmeeeee!" she howled impatiently.
He began muttering incoherently and Faubine thought he was going mad or was about to have a heart attack. "Don't you die, you dirty, ugly old son of a bitch 'til you give my pussy a really good fucking!"
Slowly, he righted himself, placing his hands flat on the floor, his thick wrists against her heaving flanks. He drew his knees up until she could feel the fine hairs on his thighs tickling the upturned cheeks of her sensitive young ass. He scooted back a little and his ass lurched backward, drawing several inches of his hot, soaking cock from her twinging twat.
Faubine folded her calves over the crown of his ass and waited, breathlessly for him to drive cock into her cunt. "Ah-aaaahhhhgggghhhh," she gurgled when she got it, all the way, his balls plopping pleasurably, with a meaty sound against her bulging asshole.
"Thhhaaaatttt's goooood," she crooned, a fever freshening in her body. "Give it to me again-some more," she begged, a hand reaching between their bellies to caress his outdrawing cock with the tips of her fingers.
He was way out of her pussy; she could feel the thick flange of the corona. As soon as he bucked and lunged between her legs, slam-banging his cock down and into her, she whisked her hand away so it wouldn't impede total penetration.
"Loooovely cock, beautiful prick, niiiice fucking," she cooed, squinting her eyes, trying to see his gigantic prick pistoning into her rampant pussy. "Throw the cock into my cunt!" Faubine wailed, totally immersed in the enchantment of being fucked with such a commanding, plundering prick.
"Fuck it to me," she whined, up-bucking her fucking ass.
Snockety-snock; squishety-squooooosh. His prick was chugging in and out of her churning pussy with long, steady plunges and Faubine was imbued with a deep euphoria, the enchantment of having her pussy thoroughly reamed by his masterful prick.
She found by hooking her ankles over the crown of his ass, she could control her own actions of shoving her gored crotch up swiftly and firmly when he lunged his cock into her aching, burning fuck-hole.
He paused for a moment, panting, his cock half in and half out of her vacuuming pussy. She reached to curl her fingers about his thick, sticky prick and jacked him off as best she could, encouraging him to take his time, but anxious for him to get back in action and buck his butt and drive his cock into her pussy.
Then she got a new treat, even though his arms around her neck, pulling her to him, made it difficult to breath, she was able to reach around his tensing thighs with both hands and get two hands on his bag of balls and squeeze and milk them.
Obviously, he liked the arrangement because he began pouring the prick to her snug pussy and grunting loudly. Faubine had a fleeting mental picture, as if she were off behind them watching him screw her. The prurient picture of seeing herself fucked, that huge prick pummeling the dainty crevice and hold between her spread thighs added to her enthrallment and she began orgasming tumultuously.
And the squeezing of his plunging prick by her fuck-muscles excited him and brought him to climax. He drilled his cock into her in rapid strokes that gradually shortened until he filled her full of cock and nestled between her legs, pumping out his torrent of jizz. She never did hear herself yell for more fucking.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
No more than an hour after slipping away into the gloom of midnight, the three girls were herded back into the crumbling shack on the south slope of the Pyrenees with a silent Schmidt at their backs with the menacing pistol at their heads.
As the German rekindled the fire, they saw the old Basque trussed against one of the stone walls and they understood. It had been his duty to stand guard-but Faubine had been right. She had fucked him out, until he slept like a baby.
"Take off your clothes," the German said sharply and they saw, stark and clear, the fury that oozed from him like sweat from every pore.
In quiet terror, they disrobed and stood shivering in the night chill, hugging themselves, arms folded across their firm breasts.
One by one, Schmidt, wrath in his pale eyes like gun steel, tied their wrists and lashed them to rough poles serving as ceiling beams. Much the same as Yvette had been tied back at the village in the old fish warehouse.
And they stood naked, all on tiptoe, heads bowed, as Schmidt stalked about them, brandishing the pistol and cursing and lashing their bare bottoms, their thighs, their backs with a length of rough hemp-rope he had left over.
"The second time you have tried to run off," he muttered, dropping the pistol into his coat pocket and lashing at them in fierce anger, the rope curling around their middles to snap sharply, raising red welts, the ends breaking their satiny, tender skin.
The old Basque muttered, whined and jabbered in a pleading voice. The German turned on him in a fury and began kicking at him with his booted feet, aiming the toe at that prodigious growth attached to his groin, but missing.
Schmidt drew out a knife and cut the bonds around the old man's legs, heaved him to his feet, fashioned a noose around his neck and secured the free end to a ceiling beam. He drew back his fist, aimed it at that grotesque face, then slowly let it fall to his side.
He stepped up to the man, spat in his face, seized the front of his pants and cut and sawed with the knife, cutting off the man's clothes. Panting, Schmidt stood back and stared evilly at the naked guide and herder.
Schmidt reached and lifted that enormous prick with the point of the knife blade, shook his head as if in wonderment. "Why would Gott bless such afoul, ugly old bastard with such a magnificent cunt-buggerer. Surely, a freak." He hesitated, continued. "What I wouldn't give to be such a freak." He let the point of the knife drift under the man's enormous sac of nuts and prodded until the old man groaned in terror and pain.
"No, Old Man, I'm not going to de-nut you-just yet," the German smiled thinly. And he put away the knife. For several minutes, he strode around the room, hands clasped above his butt, head bowed, as if in deep thought.
He paused occasionally to kick bare asses of the girls with the side of his foot. "You must be punished," he murmured abstractly, as if mulling over a fitting chastisement.
After stoking the fire again, he rummaged in the backpacks and brought out an unopened bottle of cognac, obviously one he had horded on their nefarious pilgrimage.
From time to time, he muttered, using French and German. He would pause and mutter again, in a different tone, as if he were answering himself or agreeing with his solitary consultation.
Disappointment and despair over their failure gradually dwindled from Yvette Giraud and she was obsessed with a loathing and fear of Deiter Schmidt who was becoming drunker and drunker as he sat off by himself, feet crossed, the bottle beside him as he honed the knife on a small pocket stone.
Warily, she glanced askance at him, puzzled and frightened when she saw him whittling and smoothing four pieces of firewood about the size of-of-of the old Basque's cock. The chill of the night nearly forgotten as she watched, a heat of humiliation and dread surged through her.
The arrogant, selfish, treacherous German-remember Carmalle?-was rounding the tips of the four sticks. Why four? He carefully carved a ridge behind the rounded ends. Just like a man's hard cock. She shuddered and the recent surge of heat surrendered to a chill of fear and consternation.
Schmidt cast a quick glance toward them as they dangled like carcasses of butchered animals and laughed to himself, almost an insane giggle. He drank the cognac and lapped his tongue at his dribbling saliva as he resumed working on the four sticks of wood. He was very careful to scrape smooth, but did not remove nodules along the sticks, leaving huge, hard warts.
At last he seemed satisfied and stumbled to his feet and stamped his feet to restore circulation. Yvette noticed, with a fleeting air of gloating and triumph that his pants were unbuttoned and tousles of his light hair protruded, but did not conceal the white arch of his half-hard peter.
He paraded around them, flourishing the rounded, ugly pieces of carved firewood. Before each of the girls, he stopped and rubbed one of the crude phalluses over their breasts, between them, down their bellies and prodded at their sex zones. When they refused to open their mouths, he would rap them on the sides of the head until they obeyed, then he poked the rounded ends into their mouths, hesitated long enough, with a baleful glare, to be certain they would retain them.
When he stopped, turning militarily, stumbling slightly from the drink, he hit the old man a body-shuddering blow in the middle of the face. The old man spat at him, a mixture of spittle and blood and broken teeth. Schmidt, cursing, hit him again and shoved the remained stick so far into the broken mouth the old man gagged.
Yvette's stomach rolled and she retched, nearly overcome with nausea. She winced for the old man when the German jerked the stick, flecked with blood, from his mouth and staggered behind the naked old Basque.
Yvette turned her head to stare back over her shoulder as Schmidt beat the old man on the buttocks with the stick, cursing furiously in German and French. When the old man relaxed convulsively, Schmidt used one hand to open up the hairy crack and jabbed brutally with the rounded end of the stick.
The old man wailed softly, rose up on tiptoes and blood dribbled down his whiskery chin. His eyes rolled with hate and pain. Yvette's breath caught painfully in her breast as she watched the stick begin to vanish between the clenched cheeks of the stubborn old Basque.
Yvette was momentarily intrigued as Schmidt ruthlessly fucked the stick in and out of the old man's asshole, each time ramming it in deeper. The old man bleated in anguish. But each time the stick was fucked into him, his long, sagging cock would twitch and thicken. Jerkily, it started to rise, rearing straight out from his crotch until it was so blood-engorged it was too heavy to stand up and slumped out and down, the fat knob glistening in the flickering firelight.
"Eeeeehhhhhaaaaa!" Schmidt cackled drunkenly, exultantly, spearing the warty stick info the old man's rectum. He finally tired of his sport and stumbled around to confront the three young women.
One by one, he retrieved the sticks from their mouths, sat on his haunches, fumbled between their legs, in their crotches and set the sticks. Marie and Faubine whimpered and wept as he reamed and screwed the improvised phalluses into their tortured cunts. But Yvette merely glowered at him contemptuously, lifted her head proudly, even spread her thighs as best she could from the forced posture and accepted the big, round stick up her aching, searing pussy.
She was dismayed and ashamed when she found nuances of pleasure from the rough insertion of the vile object into her cunt. But the prominent nodules all along the shaft provoked uncanny thrills deep in her cunt, all the way into her womb.
Yvette stifled a cry of ecstasy as the thin-lipped Schmidt proceeded to fuck the stick in and out of her burning hole and Faubine's, who was suspended next to her. Faubine swore softly and twisted back and forth, legs trembling as the stick was forced on her.
Marie started weeping, her bowed chin at the top of the wide cleft between her jiggling boobies. Schmidt glanced at her and muttered something unintelligible as he shuffled over to confront her.
He seized the outer end of the stick in both hands and fucked it to her as fast as he could lever his long, muscular arms. Yvette peered over, squinting and was certain she saw a moisture seeping from Marie's corked cunt, soaking the pistoning stick Schmidt had fashioned into a crude, imitation cock.
She began howling and dancing on tiptoe and Yvette knew, from the wild, lustful expression that Marie was catapulting into a carnal, unnormal orgasm. The auburn-haired young woman was doing her best to fuck the obscene stick, trying to bring her naked ass and sopping cunt down on the plunging wooden prick.
Schmidt began laughing, a tone of hysteria in his voice, as he rammed the stick deeper and deeper into Marie's sex-channel. And she was taking it, begging for more, pleading for Schmidt to ram it deep into he twat and twist it around and around so the bumps of the shaft would heighten the pleasure of her rampant climax.
Finally the German's arms wearied or he grew bored with alternately fucking their cunts with the sticks. He staggered away to retrieve the bottle of cognac and gulped it thirstily, coughing and choking slightly from he fiery bite of the liquor.
His attention was caught by the old Basque who was grunting and straining, as if trying to "shit" the huge stick from his rectum. The German officer circled him and shoved it even farther into his bowels, stooped to get a hand on the end and cornholed him mercilessly until the old Basque's body was twisting and bobbing helplessly.
Yvette was astonished to see his prick was swollen to an enormous length and thickness, sagging out from his groin, the head pointed out in front of his feet at the dirt floor.
"You horse-hung old son of a bitch," the German breathed, squatting in front of the old man, thumping the head and along the blood-ridged shaft with his thumb. "What a handsome cock," he intoned, now running the tip of an index finger from the great head up along the top of the long barrel.
The old Basque groaned and his middle undulated. Yvette didn't know whether he was trying to elude the German's touch, or he was deriving perverted pleasure from having his sensitive organ attended.
For a moment, a slackness ebbed through Schmidt's body and his shoulders slumped. He glanced toward the fire and Yvette saw a wistful expression in his eyes that baffled her. A shudder of Schmidt's body almost caused him to topple onto his right side. But he caught himself by seizing the Basque's gigantic cock in both fists for support.
He cast a furtive, wistful glance at the girls and he emitted a plaintive, weeping sigh. With a soft sniffling, he edged closer and sniffed the huge cock-head as his hands stroked in long, slow flogging motions up and down the dark-skinned shaft.
"My God, noooooo," the German sobbed in a tone of agony.
And Yvette had a glimmering of insight. The proud German officer was queer. She glanced at the inscrutable face of the ugly Basque as he peered down at the hands on his prick, at the German's face so near the dark-purple head of his cock.
He knows, too, Yvette thought.
She whispered to Faubine who whispered across to Marie who was crying softly, trying to fuck herself on the stick that was stuck far up into her oozing pussy. And all three turned their attention to the German hunkered before the suspended Basque.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggggg," Schmidt growled deep in his throat. His hands, clasped together on the huge cock, were sailing up and down that long column of fuck meat. He bent his head forward, inhaled noisily. Sobs wracked his body as his tongue crept out and he tasted the dark plum. "Aaaaarrrrgggggggg," he growled again, a tone of self-condemnation in his voice.
The German seemed to resign himself and let his pink tongue rove over the slick-skinned sex-fruit that pulsed rhythmically in the flickering, dying light of the fire. As his lips closed over the succulent knob, he continued jacking off the old man with one hand while the other lifted his heavy balls lovingly.
There was a soft smacking of lips and slurping in the still night in the cabin as he murmured with enchanting satisfaction. The German began bobbing his face on the big prick, pausing to force an expansion of his throat. Then he forced himself forward, his neck straightening so he could gore his gullet with the tremendous prick hanging straight out from the old Basque's hairy crotch.
With an uncontrollable shudder of his shoulders, the German gave himself over to his wanton, depraved desires. The focus left his eyes as he stared at the dark forest of the Basque's sheeny pubic hair. The tips of his fingers dented lovingly into the beautiful hunk of prick he held and he massaged it tenderly as he dipped his mouth far down, down, down on the succulent prick.
He murmured with enthrallment as his tongue savored the hot, vibrant raw fuck-meat. With the head caught just at the arc of his throat, he sucked his cheeks in snugly, then backed off, tenderly mouth-fucking the pulsing knob. He rested for a minute, letting his tongue swizzle and swirl around that delicious mouthful of prick.
But as he rested, his right hand flogged along the thick length of the enormous shaft. He fondled the mammoth balls with his left hand, goading and loving those fantastic producers of love-honey.
Yvette felt herself turning a little ill, all but forgetting the provocative, false cock imbedded in her writhing, coiling pussy as she watched the arrogant German on his knees, giving the ugly old Basque a noisy, slurpy blow-job.
She was conscious of a twinge of pity as she listened to the sounds of cock-sucking and the plaintive sobs escaping from his narrowed nostrils. Intuitively, she knew he hated himself for submitting to a depraved act, but was unable to abstain. It was clear to her bewildered mind that the German officer dearly loved the taste of cock, the feel of a huge male sex organ plowing in and out of his mouth.
Idly, Yvette wondered, as she watched the German struggle to take all of that monstrous cock into his throat, mouth now stretched into contorted ugliness, how many cocks of his superior officers and his own men he had sucked off.
By his actions, Yvette knew Schmidt was an expert at going down on a cock and sucking the thick, pearly juice from it. He had timed the old Basque's ejaculation perfectly and had all of his cock buried in his gullet as the great prick began gushing like a fountain.
A sensation of depraved envy flashed heatedly through Yvette as she watched the expert, loving attention Schmidt rendered to that mammoth cock. His fingers played along the base and his other hand began milking that ponderous sac of nuts to goad every last trickle and droplet of jizz into his mouth.
All the while, the German was gulping and guzzling and gurgling with enchantment. His body shook and hunched as if her were in the throes of delectable fucking. He began whimpering as the flowing flood of jizz dwindled.
He let his hands drift from the root of the man's prick and his heavy balls to undo, lower his pants. He carried a huge hard-on himself and Yvette felt a twinge of yearning for it in her pussy in place of the stick on which her fuck muscles were working feverishly.
The German was totally oblivious to the presence of the girls as he continued sucking cock while he struggled frantically to get out of his clothing.
At last, with a sigh of regret, he took his mouth off that huge prick, straightened, holding it in both hands.
He was weeping softly as he looped an arm around the thick, bullish neck of the trussed Basque and stepped close to him.
Schmidt raised on tiptoe and thrust the long prick between his trembling thighs. He danced his body upward, trying to lodge the thick, blunt bulb at his anus, but his legs were too short to achieve the proper angle.
With a whimper of impatience, he balanced himself on one leg, leaned far to that side and lifted his free leg. Yvette squinted and strained her eyes to see in the dark valley between the mounds of the German's ass.
She breathed with a carnal excitement as she saw Schmidt succeed in positioning the huge cock-knob at his dark brown dimple. His eyes blinked away tears as he held the cock firmly and slowly lowered his upswung leg toward the dirt floor of the shack.
"Aaaaaarrrrrggggggghhhhhhh," he sobbed in a high, quavering voice as the big point dented his anus. Schmidt struggled and grimaced as he forced his asshole down. He stiffened and screamed, clinging to the neck of the Basque as his butt hole was penetrated, stretched to the point of tearing.
Instead of climbing off that torturous impalement, he jiggled his body on the spit-slimed prick and the three young women watched, in amazement as it slowly disappeared into the German's asshole.
When he had about half of it up his rectum, Schmidt was able to plant both feet on the floor. He faced the Basque squarely, both arms around his shoulders and he hugged him to him, sobbing shamefully. With quick, short body jounces, he took that gut-stretching-busting cock up into his body. As the cock entered his bowels, the German began hunching and rotating his naked ass to facilitate the deeper and deeper penetration.
His sobs of pain slowly ebbed and he began kissing the leathery cheeks and the tattered, thick lips of the old Basque who accepted his endearments passively. The German began muttering softly, tone one of love.
Once, he felt around to his behind to feel the monstrous prick lancing up into his asshole. With all of it up his butt, he again corralled the old man's shoulders with both arms and began fucking away on that obscene prick.
After a time, he began screeching and he threw his head back, fucking his asshole on that great cock as fast as he could swing and sway and hunch his body. He began spewing jizz and it sprayed and spattered up between their locked bodies.
She, Yvette, knew when the old man again turned loose a torrent of jizz in the German's asshole by the way Schmidt cooed and kissed the old man, still fucking away furiously.
It was disgusting, yet intriguing to the three women to watch a man make love to another-and, maybe, do it better than they could.
Suddenly, Schmidt hurled himself off that giant prick and stumbled away, both hands feeling his ravaged asshole. He began cursing and weeping, hate and contempt all over his Aryan face.
He scrambled for his clothes, threw them aside and groped in his coat pocket. He drew out the ugly, lethal pistol and bent again in front of the old Basque. He lifted that huge cock that was still very thick and hard. He shook tears from his pale, soulful eyes and held the long prick parallel to the floor.
Yvette barely had time to gasp as the German carefully touched the muzzle of the pistol to the gaping, oozing slit in the head of the Basque's cock.
With a scream of self-loathing, the German pulled the trigger. The bullet coursed up the barrel of the man's thick prick, through his bowels and shattered his backbone. The old Basque died as blood and bone and splinters from the stick in his asshole showered the dark shack.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A subdued, and apparently conscience-stricken Schmidt, led the three women southward. After crossing the Ebro River, they avoided Saragosa, then Madrid, then Alcazar. At last, they emerged on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea west of Malaga.
Although Schmidt said nothing, they sensed that he was intent on making his way to North Africa.
That night, as they boarded a powered fishing boat manned by two tall, slender young men, the three women knew what Schmidt expected, demanded of them.
As the lights of the European coast paled behind them, Yvette reflected that it wouldn't be at all distasteful as she felt the youthful eyes on her and returned the timid smiles of handsome faces and even, gleaming white teeth. They seem such babies, she mused, amused.
She knew that Schimdt wanted the helm, to swing the boat away from Morocco east to a landing between Oran and Algiers on the Algerian coast. Huddling with Marie and Faubine, she whispered, nodding covertly to the young man who remained aft with them, "You-him. I will go up to the other one. We have to do it-and I think I shall enjoy my game."
Without looking at Schmidt who sat aloof and alone, she made her way up a ladder to the small bridge area. She paused long enough to loosen three buttons of her shirt so her chest and the slope of her bare breasts were washed by the golden glow of the Mediterranean moon.
The young man smiled with pleasure as she moved in against him, pressing her left tittie against his right arm as she encircled his narrow waist with her left arm. "Beautiful at night," she purred. "I have never seen the Mediterranean before." She squirmed slightly, shivering against him although the night air was warm and tranquil and faintly perfumed by the sea.
His French was fumbling, yet sincere and Yvette laughed, a mature musical tone. Her right hand rubbed over his bony chest. He gulped and tensed as her hand swept slowly down, over his old belt, and rested for several minutes on his belly, just above his bulging groin bone.
"You like?" she cooed, saying the words slowly so he would understand, or at least grasp her meaning.
Swallowing hard again, he nodded his head vigorously.
Yvette laughed with soft, true excitement and boldly moved her hand to his groin, using her fingertips to massage and tease, feeling the crinkle of the mesh of pubic growth through his pants.
"I like, toooooo," she whispered, trembling with excitement, a wetness already sticky and warm in the puckered pouch of her pussy. "I really like" she said again, her hand inching down to his crotch, feeling the heat and pulsing in his pants.
She let her hand flutter over his front, feeling the fattening welt down the left pants leg. She stifled a triumphant laugh, feeling his peter rising out against the retraining pants leg.
"You like it, eeeeeeehhhhh," she drawled, laughter filling her voice. "That's good; really good," she murmured. "You mind?" And she pressed the flat of her palm against his rising, stiffening peter, rubbing it in a rotating motion. His breath whooshed in excitement as she deftly unbuttoned his fly and spread it open without touching his skin, but feeling the fluff of his cock brush.
"Okayyyyyyy, Eeeeeeeeehhhhhh?" she purred, looking up into his dark, tense face as he stared beyond the prow of the small boat. "Verrrrrrryyyyyy, goooooooo-ood," Yvette crooned, reaching brazenly into his pants and prying out his dark-skinned, lengthening cock. "Verrrrrry, verrrrrrryyyyyy, niiiiiiiiccccceeeee," she hissed, her fingers molding around his rising stem of male flesh.
He groaned and she fretted she might make him go off before she was ready as she teasingly jacked him off. "Don't be foolish and go bang-boom with your beautiful cock before we have a chance to enjoy it," she cautioned. "I have a nice, hot, tight pussy for your gorgeous prick, too. Eeeeeeehhhhhh?"
The young man nodded dumbly, pleased at his good fortune. Her hands were driving him crazy. His ass squirmed as she rubbed the trembling, taut cheeks of his ass. "You fucked many girls, Eeeeeehhhhh? I hope you have had your cock in lots of hot cunts, 'cause I want to show you what a real fucking is. I will fuck your cock 'til it melts off, Eeeeeeehhhhhh?"
Yvette put her left hand in his right front pocket, her right hand flogging his rigid prick, and turned him toward her slightly. "You stand like that and let Yvette make love to your handsome horse-piece."
She removed her shirt and rubbed her tits across his tensed right bicep. "like to play with Yvette's boobies? Welllll, maybe later. I don't think you can right now. You see, I have a hunger for your cock; I want to taste it, have it in my lips and my mouth."
Before she knelt before him, she shoved her trousers to her ankles so he could look down on her slender nakedness that was bathed in the brilliant moonglow.
As her passions blossomed, Yvette reflected that she had not lied; she was hungry for his handsome young cock. She flogged his sexy meat briskly, working a droplet of clear stickiness from the tiny slit. Without hesitation, she quickly enveloped the entire pointed glans with her lips, sucking them tightly behind the enticing coronal ridge.
"Aaaaaahhhhhmmmmmmm," she cooed, looking up at his askance face as she sucked ravenously, lacing her tongue up and down the underside of his flavorful meat. I love the taste of his sweet-salty cock, she mused, tenderly cradling his hard, young balls in both small hands.
For a minute, feeling a churning in his cock that matched that in her coiling pussy, she nibbled on him, behind the head-flange to forestall his potent ejaculation. She wanted him to hold back his cum until she had a chance to sate her lascivious hungers, have a chance to suck him for a long time, then take his jizz in her mouth. She was confident she could keep his cock hard and rampant-ready for a cocking in her cunny. But she wanted to savor his lusty young fuck-meat for awhile.
She blew her breath into the tiny slit in the tip of his prick and felt him wince with pleasure. She breathed her inner cheeks in and out against his succulent cock-head and giggled silently when she made him whimper and fuck his hips, trying to piston his prick farther into her talented mouth. lean make his prick fireitsjizz whenever I want, she acknowledged, at last beginning to bob her face on his tasty hunk. She liked to use the tip of her tongue to prod at the roll of thick foreskin caught behind the ridge of the dark head of his vibrant cock.
As she worked on his cock, he twisted his front so she could get at him more easily. Still holding his balls in one hand, she loosened his belt and clawed his pants down around his ankles. Instead of returning the hand to his sac of delectable nuts, she slid it around to play with his bottom, tease her fingers into the tight, deep crease of his ass.
He sighed and moaned as she found his anus and prodded a finger against it. At first, he tensed it so that it was inviolable. But in a minute, he shuddered and a relaxation shivered through him. Quickly, sucking hard on the head of his cock to distract him, she wormed a finger into his oven-hot butt hole and squiggled it around as she finger-fucked him tantalizingly.
"Uuuuuummmm-yuuuummmmmmmmy-yummmmm," she purred, sucking contentedly and devouring about six inches of his sweet fuck-meat into her coiling gullet.
She thought he was going to topple over as she worked on him, sucking his cock and mouth-fucking it, milking his tender balls and finger-fucking his ass. But he clung to the wheel and maintained his footing on the meticulously polished deck.
Yvette knew he was rapidly careening toward orgasm-wasn't her pussy bang-banging gently in vicarious climax-by the way he was hunching his hips, helping her fuck his cock down her throat.
With just the very tip of his cock-head in her lips and teeth, she mumbled, "Come on, and cum," she encouraged, waiting for a torrid gush of his jizz. "Shoot off your cock in my mouth and let me gobble it," she muttered, hot with wanton lust.
With a muffled "Eeeeeeekkkkkkkkk" he began blasting away. Yvette buried her finger all the way into his clutching butt hole and milked his balls frantically as the thick, creamy cum spewed in a strong stream from the slit in the tip of his cock that she had just barely in her puckered lips and teeth. The strong stream spattered against the arch into her throat and splattered back all over her mouth and tongue that she waggled and snaked along the sensitive underside of his cock.
As his flood of love-juice began to diminish, Schmidt hove into view. Yvette sensed him watching for a minute before he gently disengaged the young man's hands from the helm and eased him to the deck on his back.
Yvette scurried to keep his prick socked away in her mouth as he went down. She was on him like a cat, sucking his prick all the way down her throat as she fumbled to get off her pants. As soon as she was naked and her legs unencumbered, she dropped his cock from her mouth and scrambled atop him. Quickly, she lifted his prick, looked, adjusted her ass and squatted, taking all of his prick up into her convulsing cavern in one stroke, fucking away immediately in long body-lunges.
"Eeeeeeeeiiiii--aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," Yvette whimpered as lust-convulsions ravaged her cunt and womb and tummy and hot, tumescent tits. In a frenzy of passion, she reached for his hands and planted them firmly on her sloping, jutting boobies, even showing him how to use his tumbs and index fingers to tweak her click, dark, turgid nipples.
"Plaaaaaaayyyy with my tits while I fuck your lovely cock-and you fuck back with your nice ass and let's really have a cum and fuck all night," she breathed, skin of her face tight, unsmiling as she reeled quickly into a tempestuous orgasm.
His hands on her breasts quickly grew confident and he evoked dazzling electrical sparks that flashed downward to clash with sharp joltings of lightning bolts emanating in all directions from her gored pussy.
Yvette heard Schmidt shuffling about and looked back over her shoulder at his pale, drawn face as he peered down at their romping, naked bodies. His face was in shadow and she couldn't see his eyes, but she sensed a yearning in him-and wondered if he wished he was fucking her instead of the young Spaniard.
Enchanting tremors of passion were now inundating her entire sex zone, the walls of her pussy breathing and chomping on the head and shaft of the cock her cunt was devouring with each up and down shuffle of her bare body.
"Ooooohhhh, God, I love it," she panted, watching the two brown hands mauling her titties. "God, how I love a nice, slick prick punching my pussy." Yvette threw her head back, tossing her sleek, blonde, shimmering hair as she lifted her ass high until only the head of his cock was caught in her fluttering tight cunt, then brought it down abruptly, the flattened, smooth cheeks of her ass smacking his trembling, hairless thighs.
"I could fuck you all night," she whimpered as a new orgiastic storm began to rage deep in her gripping snatch. "Can't you up-fuck your cock faster and really drive it up into my pussy?" she wheedled.
"If you make me cum really hard with my pussy on your fabulous prick, I promise to go down on you some more and suck your beautiful cock 'til I get your jizz in my mouth again," she vowed.
The groveling man under her nodded, braced his heels and began bucking at the middle, threatening to toss the naked little beauty over his dark, curly-haired head.
But Yvette clung to his wrists and fought her pussy down on his lunging cock in a fury of climaxing. Although her cunt was corked as snugly as a bottle of wine, she wished, carnally, she could get his hot, hard young nuts crammed into her hot little fuck-hole.
As her orgasm ebbed, she was conscious of the sensation of the thick fold of foreskin behind the corona of his glans. That heavy roll of flesh made the head of his cock twice as effective in arousing her passion as it glided smoothly, snugly along her narrow sex-channel.
Her breath was coming in rapid pantings as she tossed her ass wildly on his spearing prick and contemplated reaching behind and under her flying butt, seizing his cock, lifting high and bring her itching, burning asshole down it and having herself a nice, thorough cornholing orgasm.
Partly from exertion, partly from her rampant passion, Yvette began gasping for breath as she emitted shrill little mewling sounds as she desperately flung her cunt up and down on the hard, throbbing cock.
"Cum," she whispered prayerfully, contracting her fuck-muscles delectably around the hot, slick stick she was banging up into her pussy. "Pleeeeaassseeee cum off and jizz my cunt," she pleaded, rotating and rolling her ass around on him as she smacked down hard against his thighs and flat belly.
"I'm fucking you really good-now cum and make your nice prick blow my pussy full of hot, tasty jizz," Yvette coaxed as her passion transcended all reason and blossomed into a stormy lust.
The youth under her laughed tremulously as he heaved his long, thick cock into her pulsing, orgasming twat. Just as his prick blew her full of jizz, he seized her flanks at the flare of her ripe, rounded hips and slammed her body down, burying his cock to the balls in her suctioning fuck-hole.
Yvette screamed shrilly with ecstasy and enchantment as her nerves tingled and her snatch pop-pop-boom-boomed on his exploding fuck-cannon.
At first, she was dully aware of someone behind her, a hand fumlbing at her ass where the prick was impaled in the hot hole between her legs.
Schmidt!
She was certain his lust had boiled to a point where he wanted and needed to fuck her and he was going to take over from the young man under her burning ass.
Yes, he was urging her to get her cunt off his cock. "In a minute, Deiter," she breathed as her body was shattered with heavenly, violent cock-cunt eruptions. "In a minute, Deiter; let him finish fucking me full of his wonderful jizz."
But he was beyond patience and lifted her off the rigid pole of cock-flesh. She expected him to throw her down on her back on the slightly rolling deck and pounce on her with his cock out and hard and ready.
But he grappled with her, turning her about in his strong arms. Abruptly, he sat her down on the young man's face, her hot pussy open, on his mouth. He gurgled for a minute, then she shivered as his tongue delved up and he began eating her pussy and slurping up their combined cums.
Yvette, bewildered, was watching, stunned as the German went to a prayerful position between the youth's bare legs. His hands seized that dribbling cock and he immediately took it all the way down his throat and began sucking it with loud, lavish slurpings.
Again, Yvette heard his sobbings as he gobbled on that wonderfully tasty young prick. She couldn't see his hands because they were scooped into the youth's crotch and were fondling his balls.
The young Spaniard reached to curl his hands over Yvette's taut thighs as he sucked out her torridly tingly pussy. And, with a panting moan, he began bucking his hips, fucking the mouth of the proud, treacherous, depraved Nazi.
Staring down at the top of Schmidt's head, Yvette had a sad, sinking feeling that the German would be filled with hate of himself and the young man whose cock he was going down on and would kill him after he finished the blow-job, had his fill of sucking that beautiful, young cock.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Would you like to fuck me? My name is Faubine and I think you are very handsome-beautiful-pretty. I bet you have a big, nice cock I would like to have fucking my pussy," Faubine said in a soft, husky voice that carried across the stern of the boat, above the sound of the wake.
Marie giggled and shuffled beside Faubine where they sat on the deck, their backs against the railing. "Yes? Would you, maybe like to fuck Marie? That is I, Marie. Perhaaapppsssss," she smiled invitingly, "you would like me to start you out by going down on your tasty cock and giving you a blow-job? No? I suck nice cocks I like really very gooooood. And I think I would enjoy sucking your cock."
The young man squirmed uncomfortably, his gaze flicking out to see, back to the teasing young women who leaned toward him expectantly.
"Do you have a long, thick prick? Or, maybe a short one that I can swallow all the way to your handsome man-nuts," Marie sought to arouse him by naughty, provoking words of passion and lust.
"Marie, let's look at what this handsome young man has to offer girls who are hard up for cock and sucking cock and having cock fucked up their cunnies," Faubine suggested, languidly pushing her body forward.
And the two young women began crawling toward the embarrassed young Spaniard. "He is blushing," Marie said, giggling softly as her fingers touched one of his ankles and traced up the inward side of his calf.
"Don't be bashful," Faubine pouted sidling in against him and taking one of his hands and putting it over one of her hot, hard breasts. "Go ahead, feel my tittie, find my nipple and pinch it and make it hard and get me hot-I'm so hard up for some good fucking on your boat."
He mumbled embarrassedly as Faubine darted a hand to his crotch and felt the welt of his peter and squeezed it enticingly. While she was groping for his husky genitals, Marie stood, braced herself against the gentle pitch and roll of the boat and slowly took off her shirt. Her eyes were intent on his face as she undid her trousers and gave them a little shove and let them cascade around her ankles, totally exposing her nudity-flat tummy, the love mound crested with dark brown, curly hair. She lifted her jutting breast cones and pinched her nipples to a turgid state.
"A goooood cock, he has in his pants," Faubine gasped, her hands attacking the buttons of his pants fly. "I got to see and feel this magnificent prick-his pussy-popper."
Marie knelt, all but naked and held the young man's free hand while Faubine feverishly pried his cock out into the warm night air. "Aaaahhh, gorgeous," she cooed, tracing her slender fingers along the twitching fuck-snake. "I just know I would love having you fuck your cock in me. Here!"
"It's mine-first," Faubine protested, putting both hands on the astonished young man's prick as if guarding it from the darker-haired girl's sexual greed.
Marie giggled and lowered herself to the deck on all-fours, presenting her milk-white, curvy ass to the youth for his inspection and taking.
"I get to have him fuck my pussy first," Faubine argued, slapping at Marie's bottom-letting her fingers trail up the deep canyon between those two adorable, fleshy dunes.
With a pout on her lips, Marie turned slowly, sat her bare button the deck and patted Faubine's cheek. "Alright, Faubine, you can have his cock up in you first. But, please, let me get him all ready for you? Pleeeassseee! Let me taste his big cock and suck it a little and get it juicy-hard? I tell you; you can play with it-jack him off-and play with his cute, big balls while I go down on his cock a little bit. Ooookay?"
Without relinquishing the man's prick entirely, keeping one hand on it possessively, Faubine continued undressing, awkwardly. But she finally got herself completely naked and quickly attacked the man's clothing, got him bare-skinnned except for his boots.
"Aaaaiiiii-Yaaaahhhhhhh!" Marie chortled excitedly as both surveyed his naked body with broad shoulders, narrow hips, thin waist. "What a body! What a beauuuuutiful cock and set of cunt-knocking nuts!"
Marie detected a mute consent in Faubine's expression and pushed her face toward the man's crotch. "You hold his cock and let me do him with my mouth," she breathed, wanton lust seizing her, kindling a fire deep inside her pussy.
Faubine nodded, pressed her left breast against the man's shoulder as she held his marvelous staff near the base in both hands.
"Uuuuummmmmmmmm," Marie inhaled and pinched her lips in a hot kiss around just the tip of his succulent cock-head. His ass bucked slightly and a tremor ran through him as she sucked hard, dabbling the tip of her tongue in the tiny slit in the tip.
Slowly; she relaxed her lips, applied pressure with her head and let the juicy plum slip inside her watering mouth. Her tongue slithered around the slick-skinned bulb as she endeavored to suck the sex-sap from him.
"Aaaaawwwgggghhhhhh," he groaned, his ass bucking as Marie sucked greedily, savoring the flavor of his man-meat and slowly bobbed her face on the end of his rigid prick in short, jerky strokes.
She was aware of a feverish dizziness eddying in her brain as she mouth-fucked him in forced slowness as she used her hot, wet tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock. He groaned in pleasurable torment and one of his hands moved to the crown of her head in a gesture of forcing her face down on his spine of sex-flesh.
Marie would have gladly gone all the way down on him, but Faubine's fists were impeding her as the golden-haired nymph flogged his meaty post, milking his cock and goading him to reel into a tempestuous cum.
When Marie felt a surging of his jizz pump, she raked her teeth along the quivering cock-shaft and forestalled his ejaculation. The young man whimpered and he up-fucked his lean hips erratically.
His fingers tangled in her hair that was a coppery hue in the golden light of the moon. "Uuuuummmm-mm-Yuuuuummmmmm-yum!" Marie gurgled, swishing her spit noisily around his huge fuck-bulb.
She shuddered violently from the intense, feverish heat that was raging through her body, burning in her moist, convulsing pussy and stinging in the turgid tips of her dangling titties. Dully aware Faubine wasn't paying any attention to his hard nuts, she crept a hand up between his sprawled thighs and cupped them lovingly, then squeezing them until he cried out. Her touch produced a frantic hip-lurching and he drove the head of his hard cock past the curve of her throat and she sobbed for breath.
Faubine took away one of her hands, left the other holding him sturdily at the rooting of his prick. "Go, Marie," Faubine whispered, voice glutted with lascivious passion. "You're really doing it to his cock now. Really give him a blow-job and suck him off!"
Marie snuggled into his thighs, took up his hard balls in both hands and began fucking him with her mouth in long, slobbering bobbings of her face. She wished there was a little more light so she could see clearly the job she was doing on his quivering cock.
"He's gonna cum," Marie burbled, just the head of his cock in her mouth. Then she went all the way down on him and Faubine took away her hand so Marie could have all of his prick. She gulped frenziedly as jizz spewed in a torrent from his cock and cascaded down her gulping gullet, into her stomach. She loved the sensation of his spasming cock, expanding and contracting as he poured his passion-juice into her mouth and throat.
A little time before his lust-tremors began to diminish, Marie slowly withdrew her mouth until she held the fat knob in her lips and cheeks.
God! how she loved a cock gushing cum into her mouth! And the thick, stickiness that was better than the best cheeses or rich cream. Feeling his sex-retchings starting to ebb, she got both hands in action on his bag and milked his nuts until he again cried out in pleasurable torment.
"My turn; my turn!" Faubine whimpered, pushing both hands against Marie's flushed face. "Get off him; get your mouth off his cock and let me have it!"
Reluctantly, Marie relinquished the mouth-wet prick and sat back, deliberately planting a heel against her hot, swollen vulva.
"Heeeeeeeelp me!" Faubine whimpered, getting down on all fours beside the sobbing, writhing young man who now had his monstrously swollen cock in both hands.
Marie nodded, stood and tugged one of the man's arms, urging him to shuffle around, get behind Faubine and mount her waggling young ass that gleamed milk-white in the moonlight. "Get on her," Marie whispered, pushing against the cheeks of his butt as he struggled to mount the young woman.
When he wrapped his long arms around Faubine's middle, Marie groped between his thighs, pushed his dangling balls to one side and grasped his cock.
She had no trouble finding his gaping prick and quickly set the head of the gasping young Spaniard's enormous cock in her drippy slot. "Hold still-and let me set it against her little fuck-hole," she breathed, looking up between his thighs, squinting against the shadowiness of their bare bodies.
"There!" she muttered with a tone of triumph, holding the head of his cock against Faubine's entry. "Right there, between her legs! Can't you feel her hot hole? Push a little with your ass!" And she slapped him smartly on the lean buttocks.
The young man snorted, gathered his strength and rutted forward.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhh!" Faubine howled softly; her body stiffening, back arching upward. His cock was even bigger than it appeared while Marie was sucking it. She felt the tender, red petals inside her snatch-groove being folded into her pussy as he pushed with animal eagerness.
He grunted and groaned, his arms a choking grip around her waist as he struggled to cram her pussy full of cock. Faubine sobbed, felt her insides convulse, contract, then expand slowly as the thick knob of his cock crept into her, reaming out her torrid twat.
"Eaaaaaaassssssy-NO! Do it hard to me! Really slam your gorgeous cock into my cunny!" Faubine whined, rousting her trim ass back, trying to capture more and more of his prodigious prick.
There was a sensation of heavenly bloating in her guts as the young man labored to penetrate the hole between her thighs until only his nuts hung out. She put a hand against her belly, just above her plump love-mound and pressed as hard as she could against the softness.
She sighed with satisfaction, feeling the progress of the head of his cock as he worked it into her tight fuck-cove. "Shove hard; give me all your prick at once," she pleaded, wincing as fires of ecstasy suddenly flaming in her asshole.
"Fuck my cunny good; pour it full of jizz-then give me a cornholing up my ass," Faubine panted, rocking her body back and forth, helping him as best she could to ram his cock up her twat.
"I feel your big, lovely cock-knob going past-whatever," she wheezed as he rammed the fat end of his prick past the rubbery resistance of her cervix. "Hit me hard with your cock and make me taste it," she begged, her body lunging back at his big, plowing prick.
. She felt Marie's fingers and knew her friend was holding the young cocksman's nuts up against his asshole so she could see his prick vanish in her body. The thought of someone watching her get her pussy crammed full of cock added to her excitement and she shoved her butt back so hard the young man atop her rear end seized her waist even tighter to hold his balance.
"You almost got all his cock!" Marie informed her, letting the man's balls plop free against Faubine. And Faubine reached under her and took his balls in loving fingers, pressed it up against her love pillow.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jesus-God, fuck it to me," she shrieked, her lust at a feverish pitch. A quavering screech escaped her lips when the young man hauled his cock out, banged it back into her snatch.
Faubine's back bowed and she fumbled fingers around the hot, stretched outer lips of her pussy, pressing them to his spearing prick. Ploppety-plop; ploppety-plop. His heavy balls swung heavily to smack her taut belly and Faubine sighed contentedly as his prick shafted tightly, smoothly, gliding in and out of her torrid twat.
She was aware of silent grumbling deep in her snatch as it was bombarded by his rampantly plunging prick. "Wooonderful," she sighed, liking the way he crushed his groin against her ass and ground his cock around and around inside her cunny.
Faubine imagined or thought she heard a dull thunder in her pussy and seized her ears roughly, listening to the rolling reverberations of orgasm as her snatch began exploding with excruciating pleasure around the massive cock that was thudding into her tingling hole.
"God, really throw the cock into me!" she screeched, her body bucking under him as her climax deepened and the only senses awake in her were those concentrating on the delight of being fucked so wonderfully.
Snockety-slock; snockety-slock. The sound was like music to her, his prick plundering her grasping fuck-tunnel. To her it seemed his prick was a fiery torch flaming inside her suctioning cunt.
If he would cum in her now, she thought dreamily, it would be the best fuck she had about ever had. Faubine closed her eyes and was instantly mesmerized by the flashing, dazzling lights sparking behind her eyelids.
There was an intense agony in her guts and she yearned for the man screwing her silly would pull his prick ou t of her pussy and barrel it into her asshole and cornhole her into a bowel orgasm.
But her climax was so keenly delectably in her pussy, she wouldn't risk interrupting his tempo of fucking her pussy. She thought she had never experienced so a tingling, itching, burning fucking in her life.
Faubine sensed a quickening of his pace, something over which he had no control and she obediently tensed her sex-muscles around his pounding prick. Yes, he's about to jizz me, she mused, a little regretfully as she knew her keen fucking would come to an end in a few minutes.
Yes, his prick is about to squirt, she frowned, taking her hands from the sides of her head to find and milk his swaying nuts to intensify his lust. She squeezed her sphincters around his huge shaft so tightly there was an exquisite pain all through her loins.
He gasped and snorted and squalled as he rammed his long cock into her, ruthlessly pounding prick far into her glutinous pussy.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee-Aggggghhhhh!" Faubine hollered in deep enchantment as he buried the head of his prick in her snatch and a flood of steaming, thick jizz cascaded into her pussy, drenching her insides.
Her asshole fluttered, orgasming vicariously as he wobbled his pinioning prick around and around in her cunt as it poured her full of delectable jizz.
Without warning, he stopped pumping and seemed paralyzed against Faubine's ass. "Don't stop! Keep fucking it to me!" she sobbed, shaking and rotating her pussy on his spasming, spurting prick.
But he was immobilized by the pleasure of his passion as it was drained out of his trembling cock and into her gulping pussy.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Yvette sensed the Nazi was nearing an end to blowing the young Spaniard's cock. She could see flecks of cum on his O'ed lips, then droplets of thick, creamy jizz escaped at the corners of his mouth.
His mewlings of passion slowly were transformed into muffled rantings of hate and self-condemnation. A terror quickly burgeoned in the little blonde's heart as she saw his hands leave the writhing young man's balls and grope at his coat.
He is searching for the pistol, Yvette thought, knowing, instinctively that when he had his hand on it, the young man who was pumping out his prick in the German's mouth had a short time to live.
Yvette shivered. There was a sudden iciness deep in her pussy that no amount of tonguing could ease. She gathered her strength, lifted her pussy from that sucking mouth and stood on wobbly legs. She stumbled to one side as Schmidt plucked the Luger from the coat pocket.
Frantically, she searched the small bridge of the boat for something with which to deter the German's lethal intent. He was still sucking and mouthing and bobbing his face on that luscious cock, mouth-fucking ravenously and she thought she might have a little time.
She stood, frozen for a second when she saw the pistol vanish between the young Spaniard's quivering, updrawn thighs. He howled in surprise and pain-and Yvette knew Schmidt must have rammed the muzzle of the pistol deep into his rectum. She could visualize his asshole being ripped by the sharp, prominent blade sight on the end of the gun barrel.
Schmidt was sobbing loudly, the sound partly muffled by the obscene slurping of his mouth on that gorgeous prick that soon would be just a hunk of dead, limp meat. Unless she was able to do something.
Then her eyes were attracted to a heavy pole on the deck beyond the wheel, in the shadows. She seized it, recognized it as the handle of a broken gaff. In less than a second, she spun about to address the groveling German who had all of that handsome cock down his throat, forehead pressed to the naked groin of the man under him.
She had no idea how hard to swing the club-so she flailed away with it, hitting the Nazi above the ear, along his right temple. The young man yelped as he also took the force of the blow on his hip bone.
With a gurgling sigh, the German collapsed, spit and jizz trickling from his slack mouth. For a moment, there was a puzzled expression on the young man's face, then he squirmed away from the unconscious German, the pistol still imbedded up his asshole.
Wincing, he carefully pulled the cold steel from his bowels, wiped it on the Nazi's coat, checked it and carefully set the safety. "He was going to kill me?" he said in a whisper of disbelief that turned to hate before he finished the question.
"You and your friend below," Yvette replied in a tight voice, gesturing toward the aft section of the boat where they could hear muffled voices, obviously of people engaged in lustful sex.
"The son of a bitch," the wan-faced young Spaniard muttered as he kicked the inert German in the ribs, in the flanks, up between his legs, his foot making a soggy sound as it smashed into the Nazi's balls and half-limp prick.
As she watched the corrupt Nazi being abused, all the hate Yvette had nurtured since her village was overrun came to the surface of her senses like a feverish blister. But she eased forward, took his arm and gradually deterred him from perhaps stomping the German to death.
Gradually the mixture of fury and terror at what almost had happened cooled in him. "Throw the cock-sucking bastard overboard?"
Yvette stared down at the trembling Schmidt. "Let's take off all his clothes and tie him up?" She bent to struggle with Schmidt's clothing. "Help me," she demanded.
They had just finished stripping him when the other young man, Marie and Faubine mounted the ladder to stare silently. "Aaaaaiiiigggghhhh!" Faubine began screeching and raging, erupting in an insane fury. Bewildered, the man from below restrained her, held her naked body in his entwining arms.
"We better tie him," Yvette suggested when Schmidt began stirring and mumbling incoherently.
The man who had received the benefits of Schmidt's blow-job nodded, turned and seized a length of light line. His companion pushed Faubine aside and the two of them stretched him out across the deck.
Schmidt's pale eyes were blinking balefully, comprehension coming back to him by the time he was tied, spread-eagled on the mahogany deck. For less than a minute, he struggled, then realized the hopelessness of his situation and peered expectantly at his five captors.
"Shoot me," he said evenly. And there was a light of sincerity in his eyes, a pitiful tone of self-loathing in his voice.
Yvette's lips twisted into a sneer as she bent over him, aware of her bare breasts quivering like rubber. "No, no, no," she said deliberately, shaking her head. "That would be too good for you."
She was astonished by the cold fury that gripped her. Yet, she was in remarkable control of herself. "I want you to suffer just some of the agony you have dealt us-that you filthy Germans have during this long, long, viscious war."
Almost as if the three young women had talked it over, they knelt beside the prone Nazi. With a soft growl deep in her throat, Faubine began punching Schmidt's face with her tiny fists. Yvette considered stopping th'e young woman, but decided she was entitled to her satisfaction.
The German whimpered constantly, trying to twist his head from side to side to avoid the blows. But Faubine was adept at anticipating him and in minutes his eyes were swollen shut, his face a mass of red welts, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.
Marie began hammering her fists at his midsection and Yvette wondered why she avoided punching him in his cock and balls. She peered into Marie's intent face, saw a slow transformation. Her eyes were draining of hatred and Yvette saw a different kind of lust starting to fill them.
"Errrrrggggggg," Marie growled, hesitating, fists clenching and unclenching. "You dirty, son of a bithin' cocksucker," Marie screeched and she seized the German's prick and squeezed it ruthlessly with both hands.
The knob swelled, dark and shiny as blood was forced into it. In spite of the punishment being inflicted on him, Schmidt's prick began thickening, lengthening and stiffening.
Yvette found it slightly incredulous that he should get a hard-on while he was being abused. But there was no doubt that his cock was growing under the brutal flogging Marie was administering.
Faubine had left off beating his face, panting for breath, sobbing and crying genuine tears. She wiped away blood with her hands, swiveled her body to squat on Schmidt's puffy face. "Now, suck out my pussy," she whined, rutting her gash on his lean, angular face.
With a plaintive cry, Marie lowered her face and sucked in the fat head of the German's cock. Yvette was bewildered by the change in the young woman who brushed aside her sleek, auburn hair as she greedily bobbed her face, mouth-fucking avidly.
Yvette knew the girls were getting to the trussed
Nazi by the way he was muttering and slurping at Faubine's snatch. And his middle began lurching erratically, up-fucking his cock as Marie went all the way down on him, slowly, slowly, her lips taut around his pale, meaty shaft.
Just watching produced a wanton passion in Yvette's heart and she shook her head against a sweet dizziness. She reached with a trembling hand, pushed away Marie's hand and cupped Schmidt's heavy, rubbery balls.
She peered dreamily across Marie's naked back at the two young Spanish men. She squinted at them as they stood close together, whispering, but she paid no heed to the sly expressions on their dark, animated faces.
While fumbling with Schmidt's husky nuts, Yvette searched and probed with a finger. Schmidt groaned and his ass lurched when she found the taut, pliant dimple of his anus.
"Take it up your ass," she growled, gouging roughly. She felt a trembling in his gonads as her finger penetrated him and she hooked and swizzled it around in the dark, wet, hotness of his butt hole.
"Uuuuum-um-um-um," Marie began mewling, her face rising and falling rapidly on that milk-white column of fuck-flesh. "Cummmm," she whined raggedly, her fist milking around the base of his long sex-stump.
Yvette felt his jizz-pump priming and began cornholing him as fast as she could with her finger. She shivered delectably as her own pussy began pop-popping, thrilling just from the experience of the three of them working over the tall German, Faubine with her cunt on his mouth and Marie sucking voraciously on his quivering prick.
Suddenly, the boat changed course and the three young women struggled to retain their balance and position. Yvette scowled as the boat lurched forward, picking up speed. The movement of the boat caused the broken gaff handle to roll against her left leg.
She started to hurl it away, then a hatefulness began raging through her. With the smooth, rounded length of wood in one hand, Yvette squirmed around until she was kneeling between the Nazi's spread thighs.
With a soft whine, she yanked her finger out of Schmidt's rectum and aimed the rounded end of the handle. The German yelled in consternation as she brought pressure to bear, denting into his asshole.
Grunting, Yvette, gripping the handle as hard as she could in both fists, began screwing it back and forth as she leaned her weight against the crude spear.
Suddenly, his sphincter stretched and some six inches of the handle slid into his retching asshole. At the same time, his prick erupted with Marie sucking and mouth-fucking him and gulping his spurting cum.
A crazed haze inundated Yvette's brain and she continued hefting the thick wooden handle into his behind. A sex-lust seized her and her pussy oozed a hot stickiness. She watched, all but hypnotized, as the pole vanished up his butt.
Faubine began howling and rutting her snatch on the German's face, climaxing wildly as the boat sped through the moonlit night. Panting for breath, Yvette relaxed her hands on the pole and stared at the brutal impalement of the Nazi's bowels. She was astonished that he would shoot off his jizz-gun with his rectum crammed full of that huge wooden handle.
But he was gushing cum into Marie's flushed face and she sucked mightily to swallow his outpouring. Yvette took a deep breath, tugged on the pole, pulling about a foot of it out of Schmidt's guts.
He emitted a ragged sigh of relief. Then screamed as Yvette fucked it back up the hole between his legs. His nuts rolled high in their sac and she saw a shuddering expansion at the base of his cock.
"More " she gasped, straining and shafting more and more of the post into his guts. She had no idea how much of it he could accommodate, but she was seized with an insane wish to ram all of it up him-some three feet.
Emitting a carnal shriek, Marie lifted her mouth from that enormous cock, hustled over him and brought her vicious pussy down all the way on it, her rounded buttocks smacking meatily against his belly and hard groin bone.
Yvette began gliding the handle in and out of his asshole that was now stretched to take it smoothly, with little resistance. She nodded as Marie, pumping her body up and down on that big prick, lifted his heavy nuts out of the way and bent forward to watch Yvette fuck the thick hunk of wood into his asshole.
Schmidt howled in agony and he kicked helplessly as more and more of the stick was shoved up him. A shudder cascaded through him and a scream sort of died in his throat, dwindling away to nothing.
Yvette knew he was leaving them, dying by inches. Yet, his cock remained hard for a long time as Marie continued fucking him. A chill lanced through her as she thought of the macabre idea of fucking a dead man's prick.
With a final lunge, Yvette, sobbing softly now, rammed all but about a foot of the handle into his dead asshole. She slumped back on the deck, crying and blinking away the tears.
Dully, she listened to the two young Spaniard's talking excitedly, pointing beyond the prow of the racing boat which swerved. Numbly aware of her nakedness, but not caring, she levered herself to a half-standing position and stared at land, the small cover they had entered.
In the distance, she saw a wan, flickering fire. As the boat slacked to a stop and one of the men hustled to drop anchor, Yvette turned to Faubine and Marie. "Get off him," she said softly. "Faubine, he can't suck out your pussy any more-and you can't fuck his cock anymore, Marie; he's dead."
Numbly, she was aware of one of the young men lowering a small boat, oaring away toward shore. She led her two friends away from the dead German, down the ladder to the aft deck, clutching her clothes under one arm.
But the man remaining with the boat shook his head, prevented them from dressing. "Just wait," he said, smiling, even white teeth gleaming in the brilliant moonlight.
Spent, exhausted physically and mentally, the three young women slouched against the boat railing, silently accepting mugs of strong, tart wine the young man offered.
Sometime later, the muffled voice of the man who had rowed away came softly from the shadowy side of the boat. "It is done, bring them over."
Shaken and bewildered, they allowed themselves to be helped over the side and into the boat. Dimly, as the small boat was propelled toward the shadowy shore, Yvette saw figures striding up and down the moon-drenched beach.
"Our clothes?" Yvette whimpered.
"Hush," one of the men plying the oars said tersely.
As the boat beached, the two young men sprang into the idle surf, yanked them out of the boat and pushed them onto land. Immobilized by terror, the three young women were groped and pinched and prodded by the group of Arabs who nodded and muttered softly.
"Heeeeyyy! Nooooo?" Yvette complained as one of the bewhiskered Arabs led her aside a few paces, shoved her down on the sand. Instinctively, she knew what was happening to them; they had been betrayed and sold by the two young Spanish men who stood to one side, counting coins out of a rough leather pouch.
She stared up from her prone position, trying to shield her nakedness from the glittering eyes of the Arab. Off a ways out of her vision, she heard Faubine and Marie whimpering in panic.
Yvette huddled on the sand, watching the man above her shuffling and fumbling with his clothing, getting his cock out, ready to give it to her.
She sobbed convulsively as he knelt between her creamy thighs, pushing her knees up and wide apart. In perfect French, he said clearly, "You will bring a good whore-price in Algiers."
Yvette shuddered, smelling the stale body odor of the man hovering over her. Her body trembled as his hand fumbled between her legs, fingers opening up her pursed pussy lips. She took one look at his mammoth prick, the head huge and dark and smooth. Then she lay her head back as he shuffled forward, laid the huge knob in her slot.
"Ooooohhhh, my God," she whimpered as he held her down with his hands covering, mashing her bare, heaving titties. She retched slightly, feeling the probing of the head of his cock, pressing and crushing the inner flaps of flesh in her O'ed vulva.
She tried to shrink her ass away, into the sand. But he gouged at her entry, lunged his hips and Yvette screamed, taking some four inches of monstrous, smelly cock into her aching pussy.
He backed out of her and, somehow, her hole caught the thick flange of the head of his prick, holding him in her. Yvette gasped and tensed, most of her weight rolled back on her shoulders, her curvy ass up off the sand.
He grunted and bucked at her, driving his prick a little deeper into her quivering, burning snatch. "Ooooohhh, God," she sobbed, feeling her insides were being torn by his ravishing cock.
Instead of fucking in and out, he kept the depth he had gained and just threw the weight of his ass against his rigid spine of flesh.
With each inch of prick wedged into her, Yvette sobbed and winced. When he reared up over her slender body, his heavy, hairy balls knocked heavily against the crack of her ass, against her itching, burning asshole.
If he would only rest a little, let it soak 'til she had a chance to get his prick well lubricated, she knew she would be able to take him okay. But he seemed anxious, like an animal, to drive his prick all the way into her twat as soon as he could.
In a few minutes, a great relief flooded through her as there was a spongy easing of her cunny walls. He grunted his satisfaction and finished socking the very last of his prick to her, into her fluttering fuck-well.
She glanced along his left side and saw her right leg all drawn up, pressing against his flank. Yvette wished he wouldn't lean so heavily on her, his hands crushing her titties flat, so she could breathe easier.
As if aware of her wishes, he withdrew his weight when he snaked his hard, musky prick out of her until just the thick, firm head was lodged in her.
"Aaaaggghhhhh," she gasped when he slammed it back up her hot hole, fucking his prick in deep, his big balls plopping against her itching butt hole, the hair tickling and scratching in the shallow valley between her ass cheeks.
Slowly, unbidden, her body began to rock back and forth with his plundering assault on her pussy. Earlier twinges of humiliation and terror were subsiding and her innards were beginning to respond favorably, delectably to that enormous cock thudding and thumping into her contracting twat.
A dreaminess crept over her senses and all she could focus on was the enchantment of being fucked, of having her twinging cunt rammed full of romping prick.
No, she decided hazily, not bad, not bad at all. He may be a stinking old Arab, she mused, but he certainly knew how to fuck a girl and use his mammoth cunt-plunger. If only he hadn't said what he had said about selling them as whores in Algiers.
Well, she thought, she could ponder that later. Right then all she wanted to do was enjoy the wonderful cunt-pounding this massive prick was giving her.
Yvette began mumbling almost incoherently for the panting old man to fuck it to her! "I'm gonna-I'm gonna-cuuuuummmm," she wailed, really shaking her ass to swirl her pussy on that pounding prick.
Just as she was about to spiral into orgasm, he jerked his cock out of her suctioning snatch. And Yvette cried out in dismay.
But he had it back in her in a couple of seconds. She cried out in momentary alarm as he sawed his cock into her. Her eyes widened as she realized what he had done. He had dropped his pussy-sopping prick into the sand and he was shoving it to her all coated with sand.
And she found it was absolutely heavenly, the way it slid in and out of her, the grit propelling her into the most violent, tempestuous pussy-popping ever.
As Yvette careened through her enthralling climax, she decided, brain fuck-feverish, that if she did have to be a whore, she would certainly keep a supply of sand on hand to apply to a man's-men's-pricks.
